The Dom's Way

by Sean Michael

  Way’s dark eyes went huge. “Neal!”

  He smiled and dragged the silk up between Way’s legs, so it slid along the soft inner flesh. “Yeah, love?”

  “Uh…. It won’t fit.” Way’s balls drew up at the touch.

  “We’ll stretch you for a long time and it’ll fit. You’ll take it in and ride it. Believe me.” Neal smiled happily and tapped Way’s cockhead again. “First, though, we’re binding this.”

  Way’s eyes met his, and he could see love and trust shining there. “Yes, Master,” Way said quietly.

  Neal moaned, warmth filling him. “That’s right, boy. Until Wednesday morning, okay? We’re in scene, 24/7.”

  Way took a few breaths, centering even deeper, and nodded. “Yes, Master,” he repeated, giving Neal everything. Way’s worry, his concern about work, his need to be good, to not be bad, whether or not he could ride the dildo. It was all handed over to him with those two simple words.

  Neal closed his own eyes, for a moment overwhelmed by his feelings for Way.

  “Master? Are you okay?”

  He nodded. “I am.” He opened his eyes and looked into Way’s, letting his lover, his boy, see everything in them.

  “Good, because you’re special.”

  “Almost as special as you, love.”

  Way sat up and pushed into his arms, holding him, squeezing him hard.

  He hugged right back, reveled in the sensation of the slender body pressed tightly against him. “I love you.”

  Then he gently pushed Way back down.

  “I love you, Master. I swear.”

  “I know. I can feel it with every breath I take.” He kissed Way gently, then focused back on the silk. He ran it over Way’s cock, letting his boy feel it.

  “Oh….” Way spread and arched, begging for sensation.

  Such a sweet slut. He loved it when Way forgot everything else but the space between the two of them.

  He looped the silk once around the base of Way’s cock to anchor it, then wrapped it around his balls, pushing them forward as he tightened it.

  “It’s cool. Like temperature, I mean. Cool.”

  “It’s one of the reasons why I chose silk. It’ll warm slowly from being in contact with your skin.” He continued to bind the lovely cock, crisscrossing silk around the hot flesh.

  The deep red was lovely against Way’s skin, dark and perverse. Neal left a little bit of flesh showing, mostly in Way’s balls, but he also let a small square of skin show about halfway down the shaft, and then another small square at the tip, Way’s slit uncovered. Just in case he felt compelled to play. The ring was highlighted this way too.

  He tied the ends in a bow at the tip, flicking the knot with his fingers. He had to grin as that elicited a soft gasp, Way’s whole body bucking for him. “Tender, are you?”

  “Yes, Master. I’m sorry. I am.”

  “That’s because you abused what’s mine.” He flicked the bow again. “Next time you get that urge, you come to me. You tell me. Even at work, you understand? Even there.”

  He popped the tender tip once again and Way gasped. “Yes, Master!”

  “Don’t forget it this time.” He squeezed Way’s balls lightly, then rubbed his finger back and forth across the slit. “Now I get to prep you for your ride. Shall I plug your slit first? I know how you crave it.”

  Way’s cheeks were bright red.

  Neal grinned and went to the little table on his side of the bed. He pulled out the penis plug from its case, washed and ready for use. He loved this one, because it challenged Way a bit and had a lovely jewel at the end.

  Way whimpered when he saw it, but his boy didn’t say anything, watched his every move with huge eyes.

  Neal dipped it into the lube and teased the end of it along the edges of Way’s slit, and Way hissed. Neal arched an eyebrow, but didn’t belabor the point. His boy knew if he hadn’t touched, it wouldn’t burn.

  He didn’t play for very long. It was one thing to emphasize the point, another to torture his boy. He dipped it back in the lube, then carefully fed the whole thing into Way’s slit.

  Way moaned and reached toward his wrists, but didn’t actually grab them.

  “Good boy.” He continued to push the plug in, getting it settled in that beautiful little slit.

  “Burns. Burns, Master.”

  He knew, but he simply patted the tip once the thing was settled.

  “There you go, love. Step one. Now comes the dildo-riding.” He waggled his eyebrows exaggeratedly.

  “Dildo…. I still think that’s very large.”

  “Oh, it is very large. Very. I’m not denying that. You however, can do it. You can do anything.” He wanted all of Way’s focus on his ass, on the pleasure there.

  It wasn’t all about the man’s cock.

  He took Way’s hand and tugged him up out of bed, his cock a stark contrast to his skin, the jewel at the tip gleaming in the light.

  “It feels weird, to walk like this.”

  “It gives you a little extrasexy wiggle.” And it made every step so very careful. He swore that every inch of Way’s body blushed for him as Neal led them to the playroom, Way’s hips rocking side to side.

  By the time they got there, Neal was harder than ever, his cock leaking. God, he wanted his boy. But Neal needed to make him ride the dildo. He needed to see that, and Way needed to do that.

  Way needed to understand that he called the shots.

  He handed the dildo over. “Screw it into the floor, love.”

  “Into….” Way shot him a wide-eyed glance. “Seriously?”

  “That’s where it goes. See that metal plate there? Onto that.”

  “Onto…. Whoa.” Way looked at him again. “This is…. I… whoa.”

  “It’s big, I know that. But you can do it. You’re going to do it.”

  Way carefully went down on his knees, moving slowly, gracefully. Neal hummed. Way was good-looking, but when he was submitting like this, he was totally stunning. The dildo might have trembled as Way screwed it down, but his boy did it. Obeyed.

  “Good boy,” he said softly, sliding his hand over Way’s head.

  “Thank you.” Way leaned into him, nuzzling his hip.

  “Mmm. I do love you, boy.”

  “Love.” The single word held a wealth of emotion. “I’m sorry for not following the rules. I felt so out of control.”

  “That’s a time when it’s extra important to come to me. It’s not about you breaking the rules so much as you not turning to me when you’re out of control. You know I’m here for you always.”

  “But I was at work, and so were you.”

  “There’s this newfangled thing called the cell phone.”

  “Hey! I have one of those now.”

  “Exactly my point. You should have called me.”

  “It feels weird, to call your lover because you’re horny while you’re at work.”

  “Yeah, but it’s kind of a place where there’s lots of horny people. They all would have understood. They wouldn’t have minded or cared.”

  “But it’s still work.”

  “Well, you found the time to jack yourself off,” he pointed out dryly. “You could have called me instead of doing that.”

  “Jacking off is way faster than anything with you, Master.”

  Neal had to laugh at that. “But I would have known and could have talked you down. Been ready to help when you got home.”

  “I’ll do better next time. I’ll call you.”

  “That’s all I’m asking for.”

  “I promise.” Way looked up at him, dark eyes liquid.

  He kissed Way’s lips. “Good. I’m going to hold you to that. Now, boy, we’re going to start our scene. We’re going to focus on your hole, on the need you can find there. Are you ready?”

  Way shook his head but whispered, “Yes, Master.”

  “Good boy.” He grabbed the lube and got it on his fingers, then went on his knees next to where Way was kneel
ing and slipped a single finger into Way’s tight hole. “You’ll ride it, until you take every thick inch.”

  Way whimpered and swallowed audibly.

  “Now, boy.” He intended to make Way take it, fuck himself until he came. He pushed all three fingers into Way’s ass, stretching them wide. He thought he’d have to put in four today, make sure Way could take that cock.

  Way flailed, reaching for him, balancing on his shoulders.

  “I’m not going to let you drop, boy.” Other than onto the dildo.

  That he was going to watch, every inch.

  He finger-fucked Way, opening his boy right up, and sparking Way’s pleasure when he found that little gland.

  “Bend over, boy, offer me your ass.”

  Way went to his hands and knees, ass pushed out for him.

  “Very nice.” He admired Way for a moment, then stroked the lovely—and tempting—ass. God, he wanted to feel that tight heat around him. However. He wanted to watch Way with the dildo more.

  He slowly worked his little finger in with the other three, really stretching his boy. Way grunted, his toes curling and releasing, over and over, hips canting back toward him.

  “That’s it, boy. You love this part. And today we have a little bit more, because that fake cock is bigger than mine. You’re going to feel every single inch.”

  And Way was going to look absolutely amazing, hole stretched wide, pierced and caught.

  He moaned and pushed his fingers in deep.

  “Master!” Way’s voice rang out, sharp and needy.

  “Yeah. Yeah, boy. Right here.” He hit Way’s gland again.

  Way’s body flushed, spine curling. “Please.”

  “Please what, love?”

  “Make love to me. Please.”

  “Not yet, love. You need to ride the dildo first. You have to.”

  Way’s whine was desperate, needy. So he pushed in one more time, leaving Way gasping, rocking hard and fast against him.

  Pulling his fingers out, he stroked Way’s ass with his other hand. “Okay, boy. Time for you to ride.”

  “Master….”

  “Now, Way.” He was the master here, dammit.

  He gave his boy his best stern look and Way knelt up tall, straddling the cock.

  Neal groaned, watching, anticipating.

  “Help me?”

  He was so proud of Way for asking. He knelt in front of his boy and put his hands around Way’s waist. “Just do what comes natural.”

  “Natural. Okay.” Way leaned forward and begged a kiss.

  Chuckling, he gave it, tongue slowly pushing into Way’s mouth so he could fuck his boy’s pretty lips. Slowly, steadily, Way eased himself down, riding the big cock.

  “Yes. Like that. Keep going.”

  “It’s thick.”

  “It is.” He totally agreed with Way—it was a huge thing. The biggest part was Way accepting the phallus, submitting and sinking down onto the fat cock. “You’ve got this, though. I know you can do it, love.”

  “For you, Master. I can do anything.”

  “Yes, boy. That’s exactly right.” He was so proud of his boy, of his need, his pleasure, and his submission.

  He took another kiss, swallowing the cry Way fed him. He squeezed Way’s hips, encouraging him to begin rocking up and down. Way cried out, eyes going wide and hot, needy.

  “Are you full, boy?”

  Way nodded.

  “You remember this, when you are tempted to jack off. How I can give you what you need.”

  His boy nodded again, eyes huge.

  “Keep going, boy. Really ride that thing.” He backed off so he could watch Way take the thick dildo in over and over.

  “It aches.”

  “Good. Feel it. You’re doing this for me.” He walked slowly around Way, watching from every angle, admiring every line. “You’re a stud, love. And stunning.”

  “My legs are tired, Master.”

  “Good boy. You see how easy it is to turn to me when you have a need?”

  Way nodded for him, reaching for him. He knelt in front of Way again, began rocking him up and down, helping Way to continue riding the thing. “I’m so proud of you.”

  “Love you.” Way began to sweat.

  “And I love you. You want to come? You want me to take the plug out of your slit?”

  Way shook his head. “I like it.”

  “Oh, my beautiful boy.” He loved it when Way could admit what he wanted, what he needed. And today he’d done it without prompting, without blushing. Neal tugged Way up and off the dildo, easing him over the little weight bench they had in here, ass up in the air.

  Groaning, he stroked it as he grabbed the lube. It was time to take his boy’s ass and take it hard.

  “Please, Master!”

  He swatted the sweet, swollen hole, hard.

  “Who’s in charge here, boy?”

  “You.”

  He swatted again.

  “Master! You, Master!”

  “That’s better, boy. I proved that I know exactly what you need, so don’t you start doubting me now.”

  “No, Master. Yes. Anything.”

  “That’s right. Anything.” He kissed the small of Way’s back and pushed two slick fingers into Way’s ass. He knew the lube would be cool inside, even though it would warm up quickly.

  He pressed in, pulled out, swatted, then pushed in again. He found a rhythm, slapping that tiny hole over and over.

  Way cried out for him, ass moving as best Way could, pushing onto his fingers and into his swats. It was glorious, and he wanted in that ass so bad. He pulled his fingers out a final time and slicked up his cock.

  Way’s hips wagged and wiggled, danced for him.

  “Beautiful, needy boy.” He slapped Way’s ass, then immediately pushed in deep.

  Way convulsed around him, body jerking and dancing on his cock. He pulled halfway out so he could slam in again.

  “More!”

  He slapped Way’s hip, hissing at the clench around his cock.

  “What did I say?” He slammed in again. “I have you.”

  “I know! I’m sorry!”

  He found a rhythm, enveloping himself in Way’s stunning heat until he was driving in so hard, and Way took him, eager and wanton, pulling him deeper and deeper.

  “Love you. Love you.” He needed Way to know it, to hear him all the way to his soul.

  “Love!” Way screamed for him, milking his cock.

  He cried out himself, coming hard. His spunk filled Way up, and he collapsed over his boy’s back. All the while Way convulsed around him, giving him so much pleasure.

  Several aftershocks moved through him and then he shuddered, the breath panting out of him like he’d run a race. He touched Way gently, hands moving over the warm, damp skin.

  “Master. Love. Yours.”

  “Yes, mine. All of you is mine.” He pressed sloppy kisses over Way’s back. “I’ve made my point, hmm?”

  “Yes, Master. I’m sorry. I’ll remember.”

  “Good boy.” He pulled out slowly. “Make sure you hold my come in, boy. I’m going to grab a plug for you. Keep you plugged both ends.”

  Way nodded, bobbed his head.

  “Good boy.” Once he was all the way out, he gave Way’s ass a little slap, then headed for the box full of toys he’d stored in here.

  He found a sweet, heavy, fat plug that would fill his boy up, give him something to work.

  “I’ve found the perfect one for you.” He brought it around to show Way, let his boy see it.

  Way blinked slowly, staring at him.

  He’d blown his boy’s mind. Excellent. He went back around to slick up the plug and set it at Way’s opening.

  His boy moaned softly, spread for him, and didn’t tense. He rubbed the little hole with the plug, then pushed it slowly in, watching as it spread Way open.

  “Where are you, boy?” he asked.

  “At home, with you.”

  “And who
am I, boy?”

  “My own Master.”

  “That’s right, boy. Don’t forget it.” He set the plug in and patted his boy’s ass.

  “It’s in my soul, Master. I can’t.”

  “Good. You know you’re in my soul too, right?”

  “Yes, Master. Neal. Love. I know.” The belief in his boy rang out.

  He gathered Way up and carried his lover to their bed, where he laid Way back down and wrapped around him. “It’s a beautiful start to a long weekend, isn’t it?”

  Way groaned for him, soft and sweet.

  Neal kissed him, tongue lingering in his boy’s mouth. He did love the taste of his boy.

  They had four days ahead of them to play. Hell, they had forever.

  It might be long enough.

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