by M. A. Innes
A boyfriend probably shouldn’t ask about how many men he’d been with…not when he was naked and hard in my arms, but a slightly caveman Master could get away with much more. Stroking my fingers up the middle of his ass, I leaned my head down and nibbled his ear. “How far have you gone, my boy? Has anyone else touched your cock…tasted your sweet cum? What about this sexy ass? How wicked has my naughty boy been?”
I might have been a bit possessive, but I needed to know how slow to take things.
My sweet boy blushed and tucked his face against my neck as he groaned in embarrassment. “But—”
“No.” I squeezed one cheek to get his attention. “The answer won’t matter one way or the other, but I need to know how far you’ve been and what you’ve done.”
Especially if he’d done something he hadn’t liked.
My dramatic boy sighed but nodded like he knew it was inevitable. “I’ve traded blow jobs, but that’s about it.”
I knew living out of his car hadn’t been easy, so that really didn’t surprise me. “Have you played with your ass? Have you thought about what your Master might do to you one day?”
He’d been down the internet rabbit hole enough times that at the very least he had to have gotten curious. His funny, overly dramatic moan said I was right. “Yes. Yes.”
This was fun.
Rewarding his answer, I kept teasing his ass and kneading the muscles so the cheeks would spread apart just enough for him to feel on display even if he was technically still covered. “Did you finger yourself as you pictured your Master pounding into you?”
His hips thrust forward to grind his dick against me. It was instinctual on his part, but I spanked him anyway. “Naughty boy.”
Gasping through the painful pleasure, he sucked in a breath. “I’m sorry, Master.”
My needy, naughty boy.
Nibbling on his ear, I let my voice go deep and rough. “I’m going to have spank you. Just reminding you of your place hasn’t worked. You’re too naughty.”
He melted into me and his dick seemed to be the only thing hard in his body. His erection was the only reason I knew he hadn’t come. I had a feeling he’d been dreaming of this for a long time. I tugged on the fabric of his briefs just enough to give him the impression of pulling them down. “I’m going to have to bend you over my lap and bare your bottom. It’s the only way you’re going to remember how to behave.”
He was going to melt into a puddle of cum on the kitchen floor if I didn’t get him into bed soon. Reluctantly releasing his briefs, I kept a hand on his ass and started moving us toward the back of the cabin. If he’d been naked, his dick would have been leading the way, but the tight underwear kept it almost flush to his body.
We were both silent as we walked back to my bedroom. I knew there were more things we needed to talk about before we had sex, but they could wait until he was lost in the pleasure and forgot to be embarrassed. As I stripped off his shirt and started running my hands over his body, he gave me a pleading look.
“Can I…” He swallowed hard and licked his lips, forcing out the words. “Can I take off your boots?”
I had a feeling his request was less about actually helping me and more about his fantasy of being used by his Master, so I nodded and leaned against the bed. “Kneel.”
Oh yes, his dick jumped at the word and I could see precum staining the white cotton. “Yes, Sir.”
He sank down gracefully like he’d done the motion a thousand times in his mind, even if he’d never done it in real life. With a careful touch and complete focus, he slowly removed my boots before looking up questioningly, stroking one sock-clad foot. “Sir?”
“That’s fine.” I couldn’t decide if his submissive side leaned toward service or if he liked being used, but something about taking off my shoes and socks had him slipping deeper toward subspace again. I could see the lost look sliding over his eyes and his body started to relax even though his cock was harder than ever.
“Stand.” Reaching down, I took his hands to make sure he was steady enough to obey.
As he stood, I wrapped my arms around him and just relished the ability to touch him without having to hold back. Stroking over his ass, I traced around the tight leg openings. “One of the first things I’m going to buy for you is more briefs. You’re not going to wear anything else.”
His cheeks pinked slightly, but he nodded, leaning into me.
I eased one finger under the band to caress his bare skin. As he moaned, I chuckled low and rough. “Well, maybe some toys to decorate my sexy submissive. You’d look sexy in nothing but tight briefs and a plug that’s just barely visible under the stretched white cotton.”
His body jerked and I knew I’d hit on something. “Have you played with toys?”
Just because he hadn’t explored that side of his desire with other people didn’t mean he hadn’t discovered the joys of adult toys. His groan answered that question perfectly, but I made him say the words anyway.
Giving his ass a pat, I urged him to speak. “I asked you a question, boy.”
“Yes.” He must have guessed my next question because he kept going even though it was hard. “I have a plug and dildo.”
“How long have you been playing with those toys, dirty boy?” The words might have been rough, but I knew he could tell how turned on I was.
He groaned. “Last…Christmas.”
“Oh, did Santa bring my wicked boy toys for Christmas?” It was so easy to imagine a nervous but determined Joseph sitting there, talking himself into ordering something like that. He would’ve gone back and forth about wasting money, but in the end, he’d given in.
He nodded, still keeping his face hidden against my shoulder. “Since Santa only brings toys to good boys, you must have been very good last year. And it looks like you’ve been even better this year because he brought you a Master this year.”
He let out a quiet laugh. “It just arrived a few days early.”
Smiling, I had to fight back a laugh. Daddies got to laugh at smart-ass comebacks, not Masters, so I smacked his ass again. “You don’t seem very grateful for your Master.”
He moaned, the pleasure chasing away the nervous embarrassment over telling me about the toys…toys he probably had upstairs. I was starting to get curious about what else was in that second duffel bag he never seemed to open.
But that would wait.
Right now I had a sweet, desperate sub to spank and claim.
Chapter 16
Joseph
Waves of electricity…that was the only way to describe the sensation that fired through me every time his hand came down on my ass. I’d fantasized about how it would feel since the first time I’d found videos of it online, but my dreams paled in comparison to the reality.
Evidently some of those subs who’d screamed out in pleasure when their Daddies spanked them hadn’t been faking.
I probably had some comment section rants to apologize for.
“I can’t have a naughty sub.” Master’s hand stroked over my ass like it was his personal toy and he was the only one who got to play with it.
I loved it.
“I think I’m going to have to remind you how to behave.”
Fuck yeah—spanking time.
But that wasn’t what I was supposed to say. “I’m sorry, Master.”
Kind of.
Something deep inside me wanted to squirm and throw myself at him, but I wasn’t sure if it was just because of the erotic nature of the scene or if it was something deeper than that. I’d wanted this for more years than I could probably admit in public.
The internet had been a fascinating place when I was young and it hadn’t taken me long to realize that there were other people who had the same crazy longings. I finally had a name for everything I’d always been told was my weakness. Suddenly there was a whole community of people who saw strength where my father had only seen flaws.
For the first time, I’d felt powerful.
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sp; “Unfortunately, being sorry will not affect the outcome of this punishment.” He gave my ass a pat and it was just enough of a reminder about what was going to happen that my cock jerked and I had to fight back a plea for more.
It turned out that I wasn’t very patient…who knew.
“There is something we need to discuss before we continue, however.” His finger trailed over my hole again and it was even better than when I’d try to tease myself.
My brain was so focused on the spanking, I couldn’t think of anything we hadn’t talked about already.
I should’ve been able to guess.
“Have you ever been tested, my boy?” The question came out of the blue, but if my brain had been working, I’d have anticipated it.
Spanking led to touching and touching would lead to explosive earth-shattering sex.
Hopefully.
I took a breath and forced the words out as succinctly as I could. “I haven’t had anal sex, but there were a few blow jobs without condoms, so when I finally got health insurance earlier this year I got tested. There hasn’t been anyone since then and I was fine.”
I’d been a bit too honest with my doctor and when he’d learned that I was homeless for a while, he hadn’t quite believed I wasn’t worried about being tested. I knew the chances of getting things from a few blow jobs was low, but since most of it was covered by my insurance, I figured what the hell.
Now I was glad I’d gotten it done.
“What about you?” I was thinking a bit more clearly so I stroked his chest, exploring his muscles and kissing his neck.
Forest let out a low growl and his hands tightened. “A couple of weeks ago and I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. Do you want me to see if I have a condom in my bag? I know I have lube, but—”
I shook my head then kissed his neck again. “No. I just want to feel you.”
He’d never do anything to put me at risk.
Forest would never do anything to put anyone at risk. It just wasn’t who he was. Forest was the ultimate save-the-world good guy. He saw the best in everyone and had this unfailing faith that things would work out. It’d driven me crazy as a kid every time he would justify my parents’ ridiculous behavior, but now it was one of the parts I loved best about him.
Yeah, it was too soon. But hell, we’d gotten snowed in together in a cabin in the woods. We were working on Disney level fairy tale logic here. The only things we were lacking were my parents drowning in a freak boating accident or being killed by an evil spell. I wasn’t going to question how I felt or anything that happened.
Not until later when the real world intruded again.
“Are you sure?” His fingers dipped under the leg band of the briefs again to stroke my ass. “There are a lot of things we can—”
“No.” I made my voice firm and strong so there would be no question about what I was thinking. “I want to feel you inside me.”
I’d seen this moment in my head for years. I wanted my Master to spank me and then pound me into the bed to make sure I’d never forget I belonged to him, and I wanted to feel his cum dripping from me.
Maybe it wasn’t flowers and hearts—I was turning out to be a sippy cup and brownies kind of guy anyway—but it was what I’d always imagined.
“Okay.” Then in a flash, tender, loving, logical Forest was gone and Master was back.
“You’ve kept me waiting long enough, naughty boy.” His low words were growled out and his fingers dug into my ass, making my breath catch in my throat. It was like he knew exactly what switches to flip to send me right to the edge.
This wasn’t a perfunctory blow job where I kept imagining what it would be like if they threw me over the bed and took me…this was the real deal.
This was my Master.
“I’m sorry.” It was utterly sincere. I was sorry for all the time that had passed and for how long it had taken to get us to this point. There was just enough logic in my brain to remind me that we’d needed the time apart…but right now, I didn’t want logic.
“I’ll be good for you, Master.” When his fingers roughly kneaded my ass, I whimpered, fighting back the urge to grind against him. “I’ll be good for my spanking.”
Yep, just as hot as I’d imagined.
When Master grabbed my hips and jerked me back, my heart started to race. Breathing was almost impossible, so I just looked up at him and waited. Thankfully, Master didn’t make me wait long. “You’re going to stretch yourself over my lap. No touching your cock and don’t even think about grinding yourself on my legs.”
Oh, I’d think about it…and probably do it at least once or twice just because I knew I’d never be able to hold back…but I wouldn’t push him too far. “Yes, Master.”
I wanted to hear that sexy voice telling me what a good boy I’d been…there didn’t seem to be anything hotter than those words coming out of his mouth.
My legs felt rubbery as Master stretched out on the bed with his back against the headboard. The casual confidence had my heart pounding. There was no hesitation in him, no doubts. He wanted to spank me and he wasn’t afraid to show it. After seeing how confident he was as a Daddy, this shouldn’t have surprised me, but somehow it did.
When he gave me a dark stare and his lap a pat, I felt my face heating up. “Don’t make me wait.”
There was just enough shame to it that my cock jerked and I could feel the floaty need starting to build again. Everything faded away until the only thing I could focus on was Master and the way his body felt under mine. Steadying…strong…Master was my rock when everything around me wanted to drift away.
As his hands stroked over my ass and back, his touch was firm and commanding. It was like the heat from his body branded every inch of me. I’d never forget this moment. Even as he started to speak, I could feel the words sinking deep in me. “As your Master, it’s my job to help you remember to be a good boy.”
Burying my face in the mattress, I felt my face heating up again. There was just something so perfectly humiliating about being stretched out over him. I belonged to him. His boy needed a spanking. God, it was so fucking insane, but I loved every caress and every moment as the fantasy came to life.
His hand smoothed over my ass, teasing at the waistband just enough to have my breath stuck in my throat. Was it time? Was he going to pull them down?
When he chuckled and went back to his inspection-style caress, I groaned and fought back a whimper. “You’re ready to make it up to your Master. Such a good boy. Ready to submit and please your Master.”
Fuck.
I was going to come just listening to him steer the scene.
The whimper finally escaped and I nodded. “Yes, Master. I want to please you.”
Even I could hear the ring of truth in the words as they came out. I’d always thought of this aspect of my dreams as something dirty and fun but hadn’t taken it seriously. I was starting to realize that this part of me was just as real as my little side.
Master’s fingers slowly hooked under my briefs and started inching them over my ass. “You’re going to please me by whimpering and moaning and taking everything I give you.”
My brain was leaking out my ears, so finding a response was impossible as he teased me with his sexy words and finished baring my ass. But he got his whimper as he pushed the band of my briefs under my ass and finally caressed my naked skin.
“Such a good boy. Such pretty pale skin…but it’s not going to stay that way for long.” His strong hands were soft and gentle as they trailed over my skin, caressing almost like he was memorizing every inch of me. “You’re going to remember your spanking and how it felt to offer your body up to your Master for a long time.”
I had a feeling we would both remember this moment for a very long time.
The possession and need in his voice were so clear I could almost taste how much I meant to him. This wasn’t an act or simply a fun scene to please me. This was Forest as much as the tender Daddy was. This was
the side of Forest who didn’t just long for a home and a place to belong, this was the side that wanted to stake his claim and would do anything to protect it.
But as the thoughts finally connected in my head, they were gone.
His hand came down in a startling motion that had pain flashing through me. It wasn’t enough to actually hurt, but there was just enough that heat spread through me like a tidal wave of fire. Before I could even begin to understand the sensation, he spanked my other cheek.
The steady rhythm made it impossible to do anything but feel. There was no time to analyze how it felt or process the pain, there was always just a rush of pleasure that kept rolling over me. It was like the best orgasm ever that just kept growing. I knew that once I reached the top of the wave it would be mind-blowing, but the peak was always out of reach.
If I ever thought I could stay quiet during a spanking or just make low moans, that was blown out of the water as the first desperate groan escaped. After a few minutes, I was a mess of sensations and need and all I could do was whimper and gasp, wordlessly begging for more.
I did my best to stay still, but soon I found myself jerking and thrusting against him. Nothing I did stopped the way my body frantically grasped for even more pleasure. There were still too many layers of fabric between his body and my dick, but all I could think of was how incredible it would be to have my cock sliding against his legs as he spanked me.
Just the fantasy image of how I would look grinding myself against him and begging for more was enough humiliation that it sent my pleasure even higher.
Master wasn’t going to let me get off that way, however. His hand came down low on my ass and I gasped out, arching my ass up to chase the incredible feeling. “You’re not allowed to hump my leg, boy. You won’t get to come until I finish your spanking and I see that you’ve learned your lesson.”
He paused the slow rhythm of spanks long enough to trail his fingers down my ass and over my desperately needy entrance. “Once I see that you know your place, I’m going to use your pretty hole. If you please me, I’ll let you orgasm as I fill your ass with my cum.”
