“Sorry, sugar, but I have to fuck you,” Ethan said, flipping them over. He reached for the bottle of lube he kept on his nightstand and slathered a generous amount on his cock. He squirted another dollop directly onto Rino’s ass and worked it into his hole with shaky fingers.
“Spread wide,” Ethan ordered. He was aching with need, so turned on it wouldn’t take much to explode on Rino’s chest, but he wanted to bury himself in the tight channel, savor the velvety squeeze, and fill his boy with cum. Then he planned to plug him with the new toy so Rino would feel him for the next twenty-four hours.
Ethan slid in with one fluid motion, burying himself so deep his balls were kissing Rino’s ass cheeks. Rino grunted and took a deep breath, bucking up to meet Ethan’s forceful thrusts. He whimpered each time Ethan pulled back and gasped out his pleasure when Ethan shoved back in, claiming him with savage delight. Ethan’s eyebrows drew together in concentration as he sought the perfect angle to heighten the sensation by nudging Rino’s sweet spot, and he smiled when he nailed the walnut-shaped organ, turning an ordinary fuck into a sublime experience.
“Holy hell,” Ethan rumbled after he’d spent, collapsing on Rino’s chest. His heart thumped dangerously, and for one crazy moment, he wondered if he was going to have a heart attack before remembering he’d passed his last physical with excellent results.
“Sweet Jesus,” Rino said reverently. “No disrespect intended, but you were amazing.”
“I’m sure your hipster would second the motion.”
“You think Jesus was a hipster?” Rino asked, amused.
“Time out,” Ethan said, pushing off Rino and struggling out of bed. He headed for the bathroom on shaky legs and returned with a small basin of warm water, a washcloth, and the butt plug.
“What’s that?” Rino asked curiously.
“My way of reminding you where you belong.”
“I know I’m yours,” Rino puzzled.
Ethan nodded. “This little gadget will prompt you to think of your role in my life while we’re apart.”
“It’s just one night, Eth.”
“Too many hours I won’t have you in my bed.”
“Hey,” Rino said gently. “You wouldn’t turn away a patient in need, would you?”
“No, I get where you’re coming from, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
“So what are you holding?” Rino asked, pointing at the object in Ethan’s hand.
“It’s a top-shelf butt plug.”
“Okay….”
“You’re going to wear it when you leave this morning and keep it in until you get back tomorrow.”
“What?” Rino squeaked. “What if I have to use the toilet or something?”
“Then you pull it out, clean it, and put it back in afterward.”
Rino looked at Ethan warily. “Aren’t you taking this too far?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Your possessiveness.”
“Are you planning to safeword?” Ethan asked tersely.
“No,” Rino said quickly. “I’m simply trying to understand your motives.”
“It’s not rocket science,” Ethan replied. “I want you to wear it.”
“You’re not jealous of Jay, are you?”
“I resent anyone who takes your focus off me.”
“Ethan, I love you,” Rino said gently. “You mean more to me than anything or anyone, but I do have an obligation to help when I see someone going through a crisis, especially if I’ve walked in the same shoes.”
“I told you I was a selfish bastard.”
“I thought you were exaggerating.”
“Not in the least,” Ethan said. “Are we doing this or what?”
Rino bit his lip and bobbed his head. “To make you happy, not because I need to be reminded of my submissive role.”
“Works for me,” Ethan said. He’d expected Rino to argue but was surprised by the hurt in his eyes. Didn’t he realize this was Ethan’s way of showing how much he cared? He didn’t want him to get all emo over a stupid butt plug. This was small potatoes compared to other requests he could have made.
“Lie down,” he said gruffly. “Let me clean you up.”
“Why don’t I just take a shower?”
Ethan frowned. “I want to be inside of you.”
“Wait—what? You’re not dribbling out of me for the next twenty-four hours.”
“The plug will keep it nice and tidy.”
Rino flushed. “Why don’t you pee on me while you’re at it?”
“If you want.”
“Ethan, come on!”
“I’m asking again—safeword or not?”
“Not,” Rino said flatly. “But for the record, I’m not a happy camper right now.”
“I am,” Ethan said.
“Are your feelings more important than mine?”
“Not ordinarily, but you’re asking for a concession, and I’d like a reward.” Ethan proceeded to wipe down Rino’s torso, taking special care to rinse the towel out with warm water each time he was done with one area. When he got to Rino’s groin, he was more thorough, wiping away whatever fluids lingered externally. Since Rino had been lying down, most of Ethan’s semen was still in his channel, and he smiled to himself as he placed the penis ring and inserted the plug. “How does it feel, sugar?”
Rino grimaced. “What do you think?”
“Are you in any pain? Does anything feel constricted?”
“Not physically.”
Ethan huffed. “Look, don’t turn this into an ordeal. Consider it part of your training.”
Rino rolled his eyes.
Ethan held what looked like a tiny TV remote in his hand and shoved it under Rino’s nose. “See this? It’s going to make it all better.”
“How?”
Ethan pressed a button with his thumb and watched Rino. It was gratifying to see his facial features go from combative to surprise to pure bliss. His brown doe eyes widened even more.
“Holy shit,” Rino moaned.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Ethan said with a wicked grin on his face. “Now who’s the bastard?”
Chapter 6
Ethan double-parked in front of the dental clinic and turned on his hazards, so he could take his time kissing Rino goodbye.
“I’m going to miss you tonight,” he said petulantly after breaking off the kiss.
Rino tugged on Ethan’s beard. “It’s only one night, angel. And you’ll be gaining brownie points, so it’s a win in my eyes.”
“Not working.” Ethan scowled. “Call me in between patients.”
“Won’t you be busy?”
“I’ve got consultations all day,” Ethan said. “But I’ll pick up if I see you on caller ID.”
“Then what?”
Ethan grinned. “Now what fun would it be if I revealed my master plan?”
“You’re just full of surprises today, aren’t you?”
“My job is to make sure your needs are being met, even when we’re apart.”
“And naturally, your wishes have nothing to do with this, right?”
“I won’t lie,” Ethan said. “Watching you squirm will be delightful.” He kissed Rino again and caressed his groin.
“Stop it,” Rino scolded. “I can’t walk into my office with a boner.”
“Normally, I would agree, but you work with people who understand our way of life so they shouldn’t be too surprised.”
“I refuse to let them in on our little secret,” Rino huffed. “Scott will bust my balls.”
“Is he still bothering you?” Ethan asked. “I thought you two kissed and made up.”
“The jealousy is gone, but he likes to poke fun at me because I’m so new at this.”
“Maliciously?”
“Probably not, but some days, I feel like the office joke.”
“Maybe you’re being hypersensitive.”
Rino shrugged. “Childhood baggage rears its ugly head on occasion
.”
“You like to be the best at what you do,” Ethan said. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Is there such a thing as a natural submissive? Isn’t this a learned skill?”
“Yes, to both of your questions. I believe one can be naturally submissive, but in our world, there are so many rules it’s hard to know them all from the word go. You’ve done amazingly well for someone who had no idea this lifestyle existed three months ago. They can’t expect you to out-submissive Scott when he’s been doing this for over a decade.”
Rino made a face. “He’s annoying.”
“He’s also your boss,” Ethan reminded him.
“I’m aware.”
“What about Robin and the other Dom, what’s his name?”
“Lance. They’re both pretty chill.”
“Maybe the jealousy Scott felt for you initially isn’t quite gone. Submissive men who are collared are extremely territorial when it comes to their Masters.”
“And vice versa, right? You’re not exactly generous with my time.”
“You knew it from day one, sugar.”
“Truth.”
“Are you having regrets?” Ethan sounded perturbed.
Rino shook his head. “Not for one second; I’m just trying to figure it out.”
“You’re doing a fine job so far.”
“Thank you,” Rino said softly. He leaned in and whispered, “Eth?”
“What?”
“Knowing you’re still inside me is kind of hot.”
Rino could tell Ethan was pleased. He squirmed and reached down to adjust his pants.
“Looks like we’re both going to spend the rest of the day with a slight problem.”
Rino giggled. “I would hesitate to call your package slight.”
“Every inch is yours, baby.”
“Listen to us,” Rino said. “Dirty talking and it’s not even eight o’clock.”
A car horn blared and Ethan flipped the impatient driver the bird. “What part of hazard lights don’t they get?”
Rino pecked him on the lips and shooed him off. “Go.”
“I’m outta here,” Ethan announced. “Call me?”
“I will.”
“Love you, sugar.”
“Back atcha.”
Rino walked into the empty staff room and sighed in relief. Knowing he’d have a few minutes to get his body under control before facing the rest of the gang during the customary morning huddle was one less thing to worry about. He hung up his suede jacket, then put the rest of his things away in his personal locker. He’d packed meticulously so Ethan wouldn’t have to make a crosstown trip to bring him a forgotten pair of socks or underwear. His Dom would do anything if he asked nicely, but Rino felt his role was to make Ethan’s life easier, not more difficult. It was bad enough he’d requested time away instead of being home to help Ethan relax after his long day at work.
He’d been told many times it wasn’t a requirement to wait on Ethan hand and foot, but in truth, Rino loved it. They both had stressful jobs—genital reconstruction, Ethan’s specialty, was arduous and taxing on the mind and body—and looked forward to coming home and relaxing together. It gave him a sense of satisfaction to know he could wipe out whatever unpleasantness Ethan experienced during his long day by guaranteeing as pleasant an evening as possible. To his way of thinking, it was all part of a loving relationship and little to do with being a submissive. On some days, the roles were reversed, and it was Rino who needed TLC. Then Ethan took care of his needs unselfishly.
Before shutting his locker, he fished out the tiny remote Ethan had slipped into his coat pocket. This would save him the extra step if he was supposed to carry off the FaceTime porno at lunch. Visions of what was to come sent his mind straight to the gutter. Knowing Ethan was still inside of him tripped the boner switch and he had to take several calming breaths before he dared face the all-knowing Dominants in the other room. Robin and Lance would take one look at him and know he’d been thinking about sex. God…did he have to be so obvious?
The morning huddle was, thankfully, uneventful. Scott wasn’t present, already administering the IV sedation to his big surgical case. The only periodontist in the room was Lance. He looked over Rino’s schedule and ticked off the maintenance patients he needed to check once Rino had completed their routine cleaning. The rest of the patients would require Scott’s blessing before being dismissed. Robin hadn’t arrived yet since today was a half day for him, and he normally stopped at the gym to get his exercise session out of the way. Both Scott and Robin were CrossFit devotees, and urged Rino and Ethan to join their branch. Rino admired their dedication to keeping in such good shape and knew he and Ethan would have to find a workout suitable for their busy schedule, but it didn’t seem to be a priority at the moment. Sex was a great form of cardio, they rationalized. Plus, Ethan had a treadmill and a few free weights in his spare room, which they used two or three times a week. The idea of having to drive somewhere to work out wasn’t appealing. Time was a precious commodity and getting to know each other took precedence over anything else.
After dismissing the last patient of the morning, he made his way to the staff room for lunch and was stopped by Ethan’s familiar text tone.
Ethan: r u free?
Me: yes
Ethan: restroom?
Me: okay
Rino turned back down the hall, slipped into the restroom, and locked it. He lowered the toilet lid and sat on it, fully clothed. He had no idea what Ethan had planned and wasn’t about to strip down until he was asked.
Me: ready
Ethan: facetime
“Can you see me?” Rino asked quietly.
“Yes, the angle is perfect. Unzip and pull down your pants.”
Panicked, Rino asked, “All the way off?”
“No, leave them bunched at your ankles.”
“They’ll get crumpled.”
Frowning, Ethan said, “Do it.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Take out the gizmo and switch it on to the lowest setting.”
Rino did as he was told and waited. At first, nothing happened, and then a barely perceptible flutter began deep in his core. “Feels good.”
“Turn it up a notch.”
He flushed as the flutter turned into a steady tingle, giving him the urge to grab hold of his cock and tug. “Can I touch myself?” he whispered.
“No. Turn it up again.”
This time, the vibration was stronger, and Rino had to bite his lip to keep from crying out.
Ethan’s smile was wicked.
“You’re having way too much fun, Master.” Rino deliberately used the respectful honorific to assure Ethan he hadn’t forgotten his role even though he wasn’t home.
“Guilty as charged.”
“I’m going to have to get back to my patient.”
“It’s okay, sugar. I’ll text you the next time I need a fix.”
“Will you let me come at any time today?”
“Absolutely not.”
Rino groaned.
“I’ll reconsider if you change your mind about tonight.”
“Not an option,” Rino said.
“Your loss,” Ethan said.
He disconnected abruptly and Rino felt a stab of guilt. Why was he allowing a total stranger to come between them? Because it was the right thing to do, he thought defiantly. Ethan wouldn’t hesitate to put a patient’s needs ahead of Rino’s if the roles were reversed. They were both healers, and although a tortured psyche wasn’t as obvious as a broken limb, the damage was just as devastating.
Chapter 7
I was discharged late in the day so Rino could pick me up after work. My attending physician assured me I would recover without any residual damage. The HIV test—as well as the rest of my blood work—had come back clean, a miracle I didn’t deserve. Nonetheless, my internal battle was far from over. Putting up a courageous front for Rino was exhausting, but I didn’t want him to have secon
d thoughts about lending a hand. I was in desperate need of help, and he was my only lifeline.
Despite Rino’s rocky start in life, which he’d confided willingly, he was well-adjusted and comfortable in his skin. Yes, he’d abandoned his vocation and continued to break several commandments by being in a homosexual relationship, but he had the courage to walk away from the religious life once he realized it was a mistake, while I drove myself mad denying my true nature.
The apartment was small but functional. It had a makeshift altar and kneeling bench, where I expected to spend many hours reflecting on my poor choices. I intended to reveal the truth if Rino asked for full disclosure. It was the least I could do after he’d offered sanctuary, and the only way I would get sound advice.
Rino got me settled on the sofa, then heated up a family-sized can of chicken noodle soup, which we split, along with some soda crackers. Afterward, he handed me my pills, picked up our dishes, and cleaned up the small kitchen. His unequivocal kindness set me at ease, and I didn’t balk when he asked me to recount the sequence of events leading up to my emergency.
“We met in Amsterdam,” I began. “Flights were delayed and we became friendly. He paid to upgrade my ticket so we could get home on an earlier flight. One thing led to another and we got off the plane in Chicago. We spent three days together at a hotel near the airport.”
“Hold on a minute,” Rino said, looking surprised. “I thought this was some random encounter. Are you telling me you know the man who beat you?”
“Yes.”
“You have a relationship?”
“Obviously not a good one.”
“Why in hell didn’t you tell the cops?”
“I didn’t want to.”
Rino scrubbed his face in frustration.
“I’m sorry, Rino. I couldn’t reveal his name without divulging my role in this sordid mess.”
“Your moral dilemma is understandable, but this person, whoever he is, needs to pay for assaulting you.”
“The cops will assume I deserved the beating. I’ll be lumped into the same category with all those priests who can’t keep it zipped.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Rino snapped. “You’re the victim, not the predator.”
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