The Dom's Way

by Sean Michael

  “No, I don’t mean a piercing.” He kissed Way’s nose. “Let me go get one so you can see what it looks like.”

  Way gave him a confused little smile, but he didn’t let go, didn’t stop holding on to him.

  “I can’t go get the sound if you don’t let me off the bed.” He rather liked that Way didn’t want to let go.

  “Okay.” Silly boy. Way started nuzzling one nipple, lips so soft, warm.

  He half laughed, half groaned, and he bucked, pushing into Way’s mouth. His boy could distract him so easily.

  “Your skin tastes good to me, Neal. Like magic.”

  “I love how you see me. That’s what the real magic is.”

  “My parents said magic was a sin.”

  “I know they’re your parents and all, and I don’t mean to be rude, but your parents are assholes and idiots.”

  “They totally believed it. They believed in all sorts of sins.”

  “You don’t believe that anymore, do you?” He needed Way to not be carrying that with him, especially when they were making love. There was no place for it between them.

  “I believe that I love you and that you love me. That’s supposed to be the most important thing anywhere—love.”

  “It is, and it’s about being good and kind to each other. How can that be wrong?”

  “I don’t know, Neal.” Way looked at him, face so serious. “I don’t know.”

  “Okay. But I don’t want you to feel bad or guilty for the way we feel about each other and how we express our love physically.” Neal wouldn’t have Way hurting for the world.

  “I don’t want to feel bad or guilty, period. It was hard enough with Robin!”

  “Yeah, that sounds like a plan. No guilt. No feeling bad.” He kissed Way quickly, then slipped out of bed and went to his dresser. The sounds were in with his socks, tucked away in their container at the back of the drawer. He grabbed the whole thing and headed back to the bed to show Way.

  Way had wrapped his lower body with the sheet, the motion so casual that he doubted his boy even knew he did it. Modesty. He tried to be as casual in pulling it away as he sat next to Way.

  “So there are a half dozen in here, all different sizes. I’m going to show you the smallest one.” There was no need to scare his boy.

  “You stick it through your cock? Really?” Way looked at him with a dull horror. “It’s not even sharp, Neal.”

  “No, no, not at all.” Of course, he wasn’t sure that Way was going to think the actual use for it was any better. He imagined Way wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it, though, and would eventually be itching to try it. “It goes into your cock.” He took hold of Way’s prick and squeezed the head, making the little slit form a circle. Then he held the sound up above it with his other hand. “Like that.”

  “Why?” The simple word held a thousand questions in it.

  “Because it’s hot as hell. It makes you orgasm without coming, which is intense. It feels good—in a different and strange way, but still good. There’s all sorts of things you buy too, besides the sounds. Little penis plugs and stuff that works with Prince Albert jewelry.” They could decorate Way’s cock, dress his boy up. Not everyone liked penile stimulation, but Way seemed to.

  “I don’t understand, love. I don’t.”

  “I could demonstrate?” He’d need lots of lube, but they had that. He’d stocked up the other day. Good thing too, for how much they’d made love already today. The spanking could totally wait in favor of this.

  “Does it hurt? I’m scared of hurting my cock. I sorta like it.”

  Neal bit back his laughter—he wouldn’t be laughing at Way, but he didn’t want his boy to think he was, even for a second. “I happen to be exceedingly fond of your cock and have no intention of doing anything that will damage it in any way. You know how they put catheters in, right? Because this is the same principle.”

  “Yeah, except this is supposed to be erotic?”

  “Well, yeah. I mean, they don’t make you hard and fill you with lube and play with you when it comes to catheters.” He grabbed the lube and opened the bottle up. “I should demonstrate. Because it’s hot and I think you’re going to like it a lot, and I don’t want you to dismiss it because it seems really strange.” Which it did, but that didn’t make it bad or unsexy. Not in the least.

  “Okay… I trust you.” And that was the most erotic thing in history.

  “Thank you, love.” Bending, he kissed the tip of Way’s cock, letting his tongue linger at the tip, at Way’s slit. He traced it, then teased the point of his tongue along the inner edge. If Way liked that, Neal couldn’t imagine he wouldn’t like the sound.

  Way’s sweet prick had flagged, but it didn’t take a handful of seconds for it to recover, for Way to begin to harden, swell in his fingers, under his tongue. Neal hummed happily, sending the sensation zinging through Way’s cock. He squeezed the spongy head between his lips and pressed the tip of his tongue in a little, just enough for a bit of pressure.

  Way groaned softly, his body easing back onto the mattress. “That feels so good, Neal.”

  He had to smile—had to. He’d known Way would enjoy the slit play. He continued to work the area with his tongue, slipping it back and forth across the flesh that guarded the little hole, then pushing it in again.

  Way gasped softly, his body going tight, his muscles shaking.

  Neal decided Way should come, not necessarily only from this, but including this. Then his boy would know that this kind of play could be very sexy, very hot. Sliding his hand up the insides of Way’s thighs, he stroked the soft skin on the way to his boy’s balls. He loved how Way’s skin felt under his palms, satiny and warm.

  He took more of Way’s cock into his mouth, head bobbing a few minutes as he sent his hand upward to stroke Way’s sensitive balls. He rolled them gently and smiled around Way’s cock as his boy carefully pushed down into the touch.

  He let most of Way’s cock slide from his mouth until he was sucking on the head again. Then, as he pushed his fingers behind Way’s balls and teased his boy’s hole, he did the same with his tongue and Way’s slit.

  “Oh…. Oh, love. Please. A little more.”

  Yes! That was what he wanted to hear. That was all he needed to hear to know he was on the right path. Way would love penis play of all sorts.

  He pressed his tongue in harder, his finger pushing past the tight ring of muscles guarding Way’s ass. He went as far as the first knuckle, wiggling his finger around.

  Way grabbed his other hand and brought it to Way’s ball sac. He loved that Way wasn’t afraid to guide him, to say what he wanted, even if it wasn’t with words. He nudged Way’s balls, none too gently this time either.

  Way’s grunt sounded heavy somehow, and his boy nodded. “Yes. Please. Please, Neal. I want.”

  He pushed his finger deeper, knowing that without the lube it would burn a little, give Way a heavier sensation. He also nudged Way’s balls again and fucked his boy’s slit with his tongue.

  Soft grunts and groans filled the air, Way’s need like a drug.

  He kept pushing and sucking and fucking, and he hummed, adding vibrations to the mix. Come on, sweet love. Come for me.

  He pushed another finger in, spreading Way’s hole wide, making his lover feel it. He pushed his tongue deeper, fucking that sweet cock hole as fast as he could.

  “S… soon. I have to, love. Soon.”

  He nodded around the hot flesh in his mouth, refusing to give it up, and sucked harder.

  Way’s cry was perfect, as good as the splash of spunk into his lips. He took it all in, swallowing it down and swiping at Way’s tip with his tongue, making sure it was clean.

  Way jerked for him. “Sensitive!”

  Even better.

  He slid his tongue gently across it a few more times, then pulled slowly off. He kissed the tip as he drew his finger out of Way’s ass. Way made the best little noises.

  Neal slowly kissed his wa
y up along Way’s body, lingering to suck on the right nipple, then the left. God, his boy tasted good.

  Way whimpered softly. “Love.”

  “Mmm. I do love you, Way.” He kissed Way softly, then smiled down at his boy. “So, does that help you understand how the sound might be sexy?”

  “No. No, love.” Way blinked at him, dazed.

  “Then I’ll have to continue the demonstration, won’t I?” He pressed another kiss on Way’s lips, tongue sliding out to wet them.

  Way groaned softly and wrapped around him, holding on tight.

  “Are you ready for the next step in learning about the sound, boy?” He would show Way how wonderful this could be. How amazing.

  “We can stop whenever we want, right?”

  “Absolutely. You have a safeword, Way. Never be afraid to use it if you can’t take it anymore.”

  “Right. Yes. Okay.” Way chuckled. “It’s hard to be nervous when you’re all melted.”

  Neal laughed. “Ah, you’ve discovered my nefarious plan. Keep you melted with pleasure.”

  “Is that it? Good to know.”

  “Uh-huh.” Neal sucked on Way’s lower lip. “I’m going to fill your cock with the sound. And I’m going to make you orgasm without shooting.”

  “I don’t know how that’s possible.”

  “Trust me—I haven’t led you wrong yet.” He grabbed the lube and opened it, squeezing a whole bunch out onto his fingers.

  “I do. I trust you. I always have.”

  “I know. That’s one of the sexiest things about you.” He pressed a kiss on the tip of Way’s cock, then squeezed the head.

  Way watched him with dazed eyes, his boy not tensing, not yet.

  “The first thing I’ll be doing is getting your slit good and slick. Lots of lube needed for this.”

  “You can’t put lube in there, Neal.”

  “Sure I can.” He began to press the lube into Way’s penis.

  “Neal!” Way stared at him, eyes huge, wide, shocked. The expression made him ache.

  Moaning, he kept adding lube and pressing it into Way’s tiny hole.

  Way shook his head over and over, like he was denying everything. Neal simply continued to push more lube into Way’s cock, filling it up, making sure there would be no pain for his boy.

  “This is weird, Neal.”

  “That doesn’t make it bad, Way.” He added another fingerful of lube, then grabbed the sound.

  “No? Are you sure?” Way’s cock leaked, the slit wet, ready for him.

  “No, not bad at all.” He took the sound and held it over Way’s cock. Glancing up at his boy, he said softly, “Ready?”

  “No. I don’t think this is good.”

  “You liked it when it was my tongue,” he pointed out, touching the inside edge of Way’s penis hole.

  “Uh-huh. Maybe… maybe a little bit? To see?”

  That was his boy, brave and wonderful, willing to trust him with even the things that scared him.

  “I love you.” He slipped the first few millimeters of the sound into Way’s cock.

  Way gasped and grabbed his shoulders, fingers digging in. Neal moved to kiss one of Way’s hands, then turned his attention back to feeding the sound in one little bit at a time.

  “I… it’s weird. It stings a little bit.”

  “Let me put more lube in.” He added more of the slick. “Weird but not painful is what we’re going for.”

  “Weird but not painful. Okay.” This time he got a smile, a nod. “I love you.”

  “And I love you, boy.” He grabbed the sound up again and began to push it into the little hole, slowly but surely. This time Way let him continue—he was going to have bruises on his shoulders, but Way didn’t stop him.

  After he got it about an inch in, he tugged it back out, then began pushing it in again, careful to make sure he wasn’t rubbing it up against the sides, but keeping it aimed at the middle.

  He wanted this to be perfect—small potatoes for most of the subs he knew, but huge for his boy.

  “You’re stunning, love. Stunning.” He kept pushing, watching as the silver disappeared into Way’s body. Fuck.

  Way moaned for him, the sound low and wild. It made him groan, the sound torn out of him.

  He stopped for a moment and took a breath, steadying himself. He needed to be rock steady for his boy; he needed this to be exactly right so that Way’s trust was proven well-earned.

  He slipped the sound in farther this time before pulling it nearly all the way out, then deeper still on the next inward push. His own breathing had sped as he worked the sound into the little hole in Way’s cock.

  “I…. It’s long.”

  “So is your cock.” He pressed a kiss against the side of Way’s prick and hummed, slid the sound in a little deeper. “How does it feel, boy?”

  “W… weird. Full. So full.”

  He nodded. “Yes. I’ve got to get it a little farther. Then I’ll make you come.” And then Way would see how good it was.

  “Okay. Okay, a little farther. Only a little bit.”

  “There’s a ball at the top of it to keep it from going all the way in. That way I’ll be able to use both hands to drive you wild.” He was going to make this so good.

  Way groaned, bared his teeth, and moaned deep in his chest.

  Neal let the sound slip the rest of the way in, the little ball holding true at the top and keeping it from going any deeper. “There. You’ve taken it all. I’m so very proud of you.”

  “Uh. Uh-huh. Cool.”

  “Breathe, Way.” He met his boy’s gaze and took one deep breath after another, watching and waiting for Way’s inhalations to match his. “That’s better.”

  “I’m sorry. I’m new. This is all new.”

  He smacked Way’s hip. “Stop apologizing.”

  Way gasped, eyes going wide. “I….”

  “Say ‘yes, Sir.’”

  “Y… yes, Sir.”

  “Good boy.” Neal rubbed Way’s hip before slicking up his fingers and pressing them between Way’s thighs.

  “Are you going to take it out, S… Sir?”

  He moaned at the sound of that word in Way’s voice. “I am. Eventually. First you get to come, like I said.”

  “I….”

  He focused on fucking Way’s ass, long, slow, steady strokes in and out, stretching the tight hole. He pushed his fingers in harder, finding Way’s gland and knocking his fingertips against it. He knew he’d hit it because Way’s cock jerked, the ball at the top of the sound shifting.

  “There. Now you need to lean back and breathe. We’re going to take this slow and easy. The buildup will be huge.” He wanted it to last all evening, wanted to blow Way’s mind so that every time Way heard the word sound, or saw one, he’d immediately get hard.

  Neal touched his fingers to Way’s gland again.

  Way moaned, eyelids fluttering gently, and he nodded. “Right there.”

  He pressed it a few more times, then let his fingers stay deep as he opened and closed them. He reached for Way’s nipples with his other hand, lightly flicking his fingertips across them.

  He kept it light, gentle, the pressure on Way’s gland steady and sure but not wild.

  “One day I’m going to pierce these.” He lightly pinched Way’s right nipple, picturing a little golden ring in it to tug and twist.

  “Are… are you? Do you know how?”

  “Yeah, there’s a shop nearby that does it. And I know the guy who owns it—it’s a good, clean place.” He smiled and kissed Way softly. “I’m not going to do it myself—I don’t have the proper tools, and we want it done right.”

  “Have you ever…. Do you know how it feels?”

  “I never have but I’d be happy to get one for you. Test the waters out, or do it in solidarity.” He’d like that, he thought. Wearing Way’s ring. “I can design our nipple rings, make sure they’re matching and uniquely ours.” He did design jewelry for a living, after all.


  “I would like that. Something we can share together.”

  “Yes.” He pushed harder against Way’s gland and bent to take his love’s left nipple between his lips to suck on. Way was altogether too coherent. Neal was building the pleasure slowly, but he was definitely meant to be building it.

  He could no more resist the urge to use his teeth, to nip and bite, than he could stop the way his prick filled. Fuck, everything about Way turned him on, but it was his boy’s eager sensuality that really got to him. That and Way’s total trust in him. He bit again, as he touched Way’s gland, then sucked hard on the tiny bit of flesh.

  “Oh. Oh, please. More.” The tiny whisper went right to his balls.

  Who was he to deny Way pleasure? Okay, he was Way’s master, but he wasn’t about to deny pleasure. Certainly not at this juncture. Maybe once this had become old hat, but Neal didn’t think that was going to happen for a long time.

  Humming happily, he moved to Way’s other nipple and nibbled on it at first. Then he used a firmer touch, letting his teeth sink in briefly.

  The sharp cry was joined by Way’s hand, pressing against his scalp. “Don’t stop.”

  “I’m not going to stop, pushy boy.” He didn’t want to stop what he was doing, or he would have bound Way’s hands to the headboard. Next time. There would always be a next time, so eventually he could implement every idea he had, make his boy fly in so many ways.

  Groaning, he sucked on Way’s nipple with quite some force, using his tongue to bat at the tip of it.

  Way’s body trembled in his arms, the soft shudders enough to make him bite a little harder. That had Way crying out, the sound making Neal’s cock leak. God, he loved his boy.

  Tomorrow at work Way’s slit would ache, and his nipples would be swollen and tender. It was going to be amazing. Way would be thinking of him constantly.

  Groaning, he moved back to Way’s other nipple, biting at it, then sucking hard, turning his head slightly so it sort of twisted.

  “Neal!” Way’s body clenched on his fingers, reminding him of how good it felt.

  He pushed his fingers in deeper, fucking Way harder with them. He reached for Way’s balls with his free hand, fondling them, pushing just a little hard, forcing the issue.