by Sean Michael
“Love. You know you can still orgasm, even if you can’t shoot, and that’s what we’re going to do. Over and over.”
The final sound—crystal clear and shiny—was held up, lubed.
Way still couldn’t quite believe this was real. Neal was going to put a seventh sound into his body. Sure, each one was tiny, but altogether they were huge.
“I don’t know if I can.”
“I do, though. I know you can.” Neal offered him an encouraging smile, eyes shining for him, bright.
Neal grabbed Way’s cock, pressing his fingers in a circle, jostling the sounds inside him. Then Neal began feeding the clear plastic into him, adding to the width stretching his slit.
Way sucked in one breath after another, tossing his head.
“You can do this. I know you can.” Neal’s soft voice slid over him like a caress. “I believe in you.”
“I’m trying. I’m trying to be good.” He wanted to be everything Neal needed him to be.
“All you have to do is try.” Neal kept feeding the sound into him, absolutely relentless.
He cried out, his head tossing, his heart slamming against his ribs. So big. So huge.
“I’ve got you, Way. I’m going to make sure you remember this for a long, long time.”
“Forever.” He might just die.
“Yeah, that might be long enough.” Neal smiled and settled the sound all the way in.
A soft keening sound escaped Way, low and desperate.
Neal grabbed his hips and surged up, bringing their mouths together. “You’ve got to breathe,” Neal said as their lips parted again.
“So full. I need to come, so bad.”
“Then come.” Neal said it like it was that easy.
“I can’t! Take them out.”
“You know that’s not going to happen.” Neal ran his hands along Way’s sides, the touches so good but increasing his need to come. “I’m going to start working your cock soon.”
First, though, Neal slid his fingers over Way’s nipples, gentle touches. Way knew more was coming, though, and it had him anticipating, waiting for the pinch or the tug or the twist.
“Sensitive boy. I love how you need it.”
And he did. Badly. He ached for it.
Still working one nipple with gentle touches that built and built the sensations, Neal reached down with his other hand and stroked Way’s balls, then his hole.
“Come on, boy. Give it up for me. Let it have you.”
“I’m trying. I am.” He wanted to come.
“You’re trying too hard.” Neal surged up and kissed him, tongue sliding into his mouth and demanding his attention.
He shuddered, his whole world swinging madly for a minute.
“I have you.” Neal breathed the words into him, breathed air into him. “Breathe and let your body do its thing.”
“You say that like it’s easy.”
“It’s as easy as breathing, my love.” Neal pushed a finger into his hole.
“Oh….” He tilted his hips, begging for more.
“Mmm. You see? It’s easy to need. To want. And I have you.” Neal pushed a second finger into him, sending both deep, where they glanced off his sweet spot, lighting everything up, the pleasure shooting along his cock.
“I want. Please. More.” He needed. Want didn’t cover it.
“Let me get you open, and then I’m going to make love to you. I’m going to keep pushing into you until there’s no room for anything else inside you.”
There wasn’t any room now, but he didn’t argue. All he could manage was a nod.
Neal pulled his fingers out, and when he pushed them back in again, there were three, all spreading him wider and pushing deep enough to nudge his gland. He swore he could feel that all up and down his cock, like it was echoing off the sounds inside him. “Don’t stop. Please. Please, Master. Please.”
He was going to fucking die.
“Not stopping,” Neal promised, fingers pushing in solidly and really coming up against his gland.
God, that sent lightning along his spine in a rush. Neal kept doing it too, stimulating his sweet spot and making him crazy. Every time he shifted, though, he could feel the sounds moving inside him.
Noises hiccupped out of him, wild and needy, utterly foreign to his ears. They seemed to spur Neal on, the fingers pushing inside him with more force. They were undeniable. The sounds inside him were undeniable. The whole thing was too much, too big, and he had to come. Had to.
“Please!” he screamed, and then he was coming, his entire body bearing down. It moved through him but couldn’t escape, the pleasure singing from head to toe like electricity. It didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to end, and it shook him until it finally dissipated.
“Beautiful boy.” Neal drew him onto the sofa, into his lap, cock pressing at his hole.
He nodded. God, he wanted that so badly.
Groaning, Neal held on to his hips and tugged as he pushed, thick flesh slowly spreading Way open, Neal’s cock filling him so well.
His entire world was still spinning, still rocking on its hinges, and all he could do was feel. And there was so much to feel too. The sounds stretching his slit shifted and jostled with every movement. Neal’s cock slid along his inner walls, rubbing everywhere inside him. And the tip kept hitting his gland, little hello! nudges that had him shuddering. He sobbed softly, tossing his head and holding on to his lover tight.
Neal held him as tightly, maybe even tighter, the fingers on his hips digging in and leaving bruises that were going to ache so good.
“I have you. I have you, boy. Forever. I swear it.”
The words were an anchor to latch on to as Neal continued to send him spinning even faster. The thick cock inside him was insisting on getting another orgasm out of him. But he couldn’t. He just couldn’t.
His body disagreed.
It built slowly but surely before exploding through him in constant waves. Nothing else existed but the pleasure. Then even that was gone as everything faded away.
When he came to, Neal was rocking him, holding his empty cock gently.
“Got you, love. I’ve got you. So proud of you. So impressed. Knew you’d love the rainbow sounds. I knew you would.” Neal kept talking, the sounds quiet, gentle. Soothing.
“Love.” His voice sounded like a crow’s.
“Easy,” murmured Neal. “I’ve got some water here for you.” Neal pressed a glass against his lips.
He actually hiccupped around it, but it made things better. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, love.” Neal rubbed his back and pressed their foreheads together. “You amaze me more every single day.”
He didn’t have a thing to say to that, so he didn’t.
Neal kissed him, and it was soft and sweet, almost lazy. “Can you still feel the sounds inside you?”
He nodded, because he could, even though they were out. He felt open, stretched.
“Good. Hopefully it’ll last for a while.” Neal looked pleased, happy. Almost smug. He supposed Neal had a right to be. God knew he was dizzy with all this.
Neal offered him more water, helping him to suck it down. Then Neal sat back and he cuddled in, warm and held.
“Love you.” God, it was only morning and he was so tired.
“Love you too, boy. More than words can say.” Neal kissed him softly. “Now nap. I have more plans for you today.”
“More….” Oh dear God.
“Yep. It’s only morning, after all.”
Neal was going to blow his mind right up.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and melted into Neal’s arms.
Chapter Fourteen
NEAL WAITED at the front desk for Way. His boy was late. Again. He was going to have a word with Day about overworking his boy. It was almost twenty minutes since Way should have been down.
He gave the boy at the front desk a smile. “I’d like to speak to Master Day, please.” He hoped Day was in.
“
Yes, Master. Just a second, please, and I’ll get him.”
“Thanks.” He looked at his watch again, then looked at the door Way usually came out of. He shook his head, ready to growl at Day.
Day came up to the front, smiling at him when their eyes met. “Neal! How’s it going?”
“Not bad. I do have a bone to pick with you, though.”
Day looked surprised. “With me?”
Neal nodded. “Yes. About overworking my boy. He’s supposed to be finished at six, and there hasn’t been a Friday in I don’t know how long that he’s finished on time.”
“Well, Neal, if he’d stop jacking himself off three or four times in his after-work shower….”
“What?” What the hell? Way knew he wasn’t supposed to do that. “That can’t be right.”
Day shrugged. “Little Lance came to my boy. Way’s having issues with keeping his hands off. With focusing and touching it.”
Neal shook his head. “He’s not allowed to touch himself. Not without my permission. How long has this been going on?” This was his boy who was worried about doing anything in public, jacking off in the showers where any of the subs could walk in on him.
“Lance came to Jude today. I think a few days—Way went to Lance asking for help, and you know how that works. One asks another, then another and another.”
“I do. Why do they always go to each other instead of coming to us?” He was going to have to punish Way. For doing this, and for hiding his needs.
“Because it’s how we prove that we’re watching. If they tell us, we’re not paying enough attention.”
He chuckled at that. “Maybe. He’s been coming down late a lot when I come to pick him up. I guess I haven’t been very good at watching.” He held out his hand to Day. “Thank you.”
“Anytime. Listen, take a few days, huh? Give him your full attention. God knows the man works his ass off. The boss won’t begrudge him Monday and Tuesday off next week.”
“Oh, that would be perfect, Day.” Four days to torture his sweet, beautiful boy.
“Excellent.” Day winked at him, playing easily.
He chuckled. It felt good, knowing that Day and the others had his back. And that the boys had Way’s back.
That they had a family here. He’d known it, all along, but now he felt it.
He looked at his watch again. Twenty-five minutes late. His boy was in so much trouble.
“Sorry! Sorry, Neal! I dozed off. Sorry. Forgive me?”
“Really? You dozed off?” He grunted. Way disobeying and touching himself was one thing. Lying about it to him was quite another. “Are you sure that’s the story you want to go with?”
“What? I totally did. I was in the shower and I… well, I was… uh… washing… and I dozed off.”
“Washing?” He needed Way to tell him, to admit it himself.
“Sorta. Have a good night, Master Day!” Way grabbed his hand and tugged.
Day was laughing as he waved.
“Way!” Neal let Way pull him out, then headed them home before asking, “What does sorta mean?”
“Sorta means that I might have been rubbing my cock. Not trying to shoot, but because it aches and I don’t want to be hard when we have supper plans, you know? And then it all felt so nice and cozy that I dozed.”
“Not trying to shoot, but you did shoot. And this wasn’t the first time, was it?”
“That I ached? No. No, I keep trying to make it, but that’s a long time. I’ll get better.”
“You aren’t allowed to touch yourself without my permission, boy. I made that very clear.”
“I know, but sometimes I have to. It’s maddening.”
“Then why didn’t you ask me for permission?” Because that was the rule.
He could tell from Way’s expression that he’d never even considered that. Not even a bit.
“Master Day has given you Monday and Tuesday off so that we have four days to deal with this.” Neal kept them moving, eager to get home so they could begin. There would be binding of Way’s cock and the big dildo Way had never seen yet.
“What do you want for…? What? He did what? Deal with what?”
“Deal with you disobeying me on a daily basis.”
“Wait. Wait, he’s my boss. How did he know?”
“Well, apparently, instead of coming to me with your problem, you went to Lance. And he told someone, and he told someone who told Jude, and Jude told his master.”
“Oh my God.” Way stopped, shook his head. “I’m going to get fired.”
“Absolutely not. He only told me because I asked why he was always keeping you late.”
“It’s not always! I’m not always late!”
“The last few Friday nights that I’ve come to pick you up you have been. And that’s not the point, baby. You aren’t supposed to do it even once.”
“I’m sorry! I’m trying! You’re the one who makes it all hard to ignore!”
“I know. I also know that the rule is you’re not allowed to touch yourself without my permission. You should have asked me, or at least talked to me about it. You know you’re supposed to come to me and that I’ll help you out.”
“I…. It was only quick. Just stress relief.”
“Way….” They turned the corner, their place in sight. “No matter the reason, you did it when you knew you shouldn’t. I mean, you never told me, did you? Even today you tried very hard not to tell me.”
“I tried not to tell my boss!”
“But you did tell someone. Why wasn’t I that someone?” He let them into the house.
“I was talking to my friend. I thought he was my friend, anyway….”
“He is, baby. He was trying to help you, I bet. Let’s put all that aside, though, and come back to why you didn’t tell me.” He took Way up the stairs. Bed was the best place for what he had planned.
“Aren’t you hungry? And because I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to tell you that I’m so bad that I can’t stop sometimes.”
“No food. This is too important. And you are not bad, Way. There’s nothing wrong with needing to touch. You need to talk to me when it’s a rule. And I’ve got a punishment to fit the crime and to help you focus.”
“I’m going to have to get a new job, seriously.”
“No, baby. If Day was mad and wanted to fire you, he would have done so long before now. These are our friends, our community.” He started taking Way’s clothes off.
“Friends don’t tell on you!”
“Well, technically Lance didn’t. He told another friend.”
“I had to. It aches. It feels different. Heavy.”
“Maybe I need to get you a cock cage. For while you’re at work.” That idea actually had a lot of merit.
“What? No. No cages. Work is like a nonsex place for us.”
“And the cage would make sure you couldn’t get hard. See? Nonsex.”
“What if someone saw?”
“How would they see, love? It’s not like you go running around in the nude.” He got Way’s pants off, leaving his boy naked.
“No. No, I don’t. I don’t ever.”
Way’s poor cockhead was red and raw, obviously abused.
“Way, it looks like you spent the entire day today fiddling with yourself.” He petted it gently.
“I didn’t. I had to work.” Way groaned for him, arched into his touch.
“But you did. You rubbed and tugged, and you went to the showers and came.” He slapped Way’s cock gently.
“Just a little.”
“Just a….” He shook his head. “The point is you did it without my permission and now you’ll be punished. I have exactly the thing to remind you and refocus you on the life we’re building together as Master and submissive.”
“I—I don’t know—”
“The point is that you don’t have to know, boy.” He was the master. He was the one who knew. Now, it had taken him some time, but he’d finally noticed this, Way crying out for his
attention without saying a single word. But in the end, he’d noticed, and now Way had his full attention.
“I’ll be better, I promise. I wasn’t trying to be bad.”
“Way. You aren’t bad. You’re not perfect, but that doesn’t make you bad. Nobody is perfect.” He kissed Way hard. “And you’ll learn this lesson, and next time you’ll come to me and tell me about the trouble you’re having on your own with something.”
This was about control. Always about control and love.
He laid Way out on the bed. “I’m going to bind your cock first. With silk.” It would be soft against his abused flesh, and would let Way’s skin breathe.
“You’re not mad at me, right?”
“No. I will never do a scene with you when I’m mad at you. That isn’t what this is about at all.” He waited for an acknowledgment from Way. This was important.
“You promise? I don’t like to be bad.”
“Way. You. Are. Not. Bad. Making a mistake isn’t bad. Not telling me isn’t bad. Doing it isn’t bad. It happens. I’m going to remind you to come to me next time. That’s what all this is about.” He tapped the end of Way’s cock. “And it’s about focus. You’re abusing my cock. Your pleasure belongs to me, and I’ll help you remember that.”
He gave Way another kiss, then got up to grab some silk to bind Way’s cock with, and the huge dildo he’d picked up. It had a screw at the bottom, and he’d already installed the metal base onto the floor in the room next door. The first thing in their playroom. He’d screw the dildo there and make Way ride it.
Way watched him curiously, like a hawk, and he loved this, when Way began to focus, to give them the attention they deserved.
He showed Way the dildo before putting it aside. On the bed, though, so Way could look at it. Could see it. Then he grabbed the silk and ran it over his boy’s skin, starting at his ankles.
“That’s really big, Neal.”
He deliberately didn’t understand what his boy was talking about. “Well, it needs to be long enough to wrap around your whole cock.”
“That’s really pretty, the silk. And soft, but the… that fake….”
“Dildo,” he murmured.
“Yeah.”
“I know you’ve been thinking about it. About what you saw that day. There’s a place on the floor in the other bedroom, the room we’re going to make our playroom, for the dildo. Somewhere to screw it into the ground so you can safely ride it.”
