by Sean Michael
“Tease,” Jared muttered, feeling so daring.
Dorian just grinned and nodded, not denying it for a second. He also picked up another raspberry, putting it between his lips, then leaned in to share it. Jared met him halfway, then the berry burst between them. It exploded into his mouth and over his lips, Dorian licking at the juice on his lips. He found himself laughing, playing with his dear friend, his secret crush.
Dorian’s smile felt so good against his lips. The teasing turning into a kiss, then another. Soon the tray was pushed aside, Dorian rubbing against him. Dorian deepened the kiss, body smooth and warm as it slid along his own and pressed him deeper into the mattress.
He spread his legs and cradled Dorian with his thighs, encouraging the pressure.
“Are you always this pushy, boy?” Dorian asked.
“I’ve never…I’ve never really submitted to anyone, so I don’t know.”
“How do you survive, denying your very nature?” Dorian stroked his side, almost petting him.
“You know the answer to that.”
“I do. You don’t. You make yourself miserable.”
“Hey! I’m successful. I have friends; we have fun.”
“Sure. Sure. And are you fulfilled? Especially in your personal life?”
“I don’t have one of those.”
“You do now.” Dorian sounded so sure. So very sure.
He met Dorian’s eyes. “You don’t have to make promises.”
“There’s no gun to my head, Jared. And there’s no gun to yours. And I’m not in the habit of saying things I don’t mean. I do believe you’re well aware of that.”
“I’m not neither.” But this wasn’t real. This was a night out of time, out of reality, and he wasn’t going to waste anymore of it wondering what happened next.
Leaning in, Dorian took his mouth again, keeping him from saying anything more. He dove into the kiss, need and worry and want driving him. Dorian’s hands were hard on his arms, digging in. Leaving bruises. Leaving marks.
He dared to bite Dorian’s bottom lip, leaving a mark of his own. Dorian grunted and pressed against him, their bodies sliding together, the leather dragging against his skin.
“You need anything else to eat, boy? Water?”
“I would love something to wet my whistle, please.”
“When you put it that way…” Dorian laughed but leaned over and grabbed one of the fancy waters from the side table.
He drank deep, the liquid splashing in his belly.
Dorian watched him, so very attentive, even with this. It felt… huge. Important. Intimate. As if Dorian could see every inch of him, not one spot neglected.
God, he felt the touch of that, deep in his gut. It was enough to leave him shaken, shuddering.
Dorian cupped his cheek, thumb rubbing back and forth. “Ready for the next round, boy?”
He had a feeling the only right answer was yes, Master.
6
Often around this time, Dorian needed a break as much as his sub did. Not tonight, though. Tonight he was buzzing with energy, with excitement. It was all down to Jared, of course. He’d been dreaming of this so long, that the reality had him flying.
“I’m going to put you over the bench.” He wanted access to Jared’s mouth and ass. He had plans for both. Although mostly that deliciously tight little ass, he had to admit, and this was the perfect position for piercing, for placing his ring in Jared’s perineum.
He took Jared’s hand and tugged him up from the bed, moving him to the bench and helping him lean over it before attaching ankles and wrists to the cuffs on the floor.
It made him grin—clearly he’d blown Jared’s mind, his boy’s silence the proof.
He pinched the tiny wrinkled stretch of skin where he intended to sink his ring. His nails dug in and Jared jerked, crying out.
“I want inside you. I want in every hole you have and I want to make sure that you remember long after tonight is over. That you feel me for a very long time.” That Jared came back for more, again and again.
He tugged at the base of the plug, knowing that the largest of the balls would rock Jared as it came out, almost as much as putting it in had. He tugged so the plug began to slide out, then he let the needy clutch of Jared’s body pull it back in. Both he and his boy moaned together, the sounds twining and filling the air with pleasure. Damn. He repeated the move several more times, and each time Jared’s body sucked that plug right back in.
When it had been a few minutes of this playing, he tugged hard enough that the entire large ball popped right out of Jared’s body. His boy cried out, hips sawing at the air. He could tell that Jared was as hard as he’d ever been, and his slit leaked a few drops of precome, tiny beads of moisture begging him for more. He gave it, twisting the plug as he pulled the second orb out. Jared’s body closed down hard over the last ball, as if trying to keep it in.
Dorian set the bottom two balls to swaying and Jared whimpered, more soft sounds following that noise.
“Do you want it to be me, boy?”
“Please, Master, I do.”
“Then you’re going to have to let me pull it out.” With those words, he did, leaving Jared empty. For now.
Setting the plug aside, Dorian concentrated on the man at his mercy in front of him. He pushed two fingers into Jared’s slick hole, slamming them in and making sure Jared felt it.
He loved the way Jared cried out and arched for him, body responding so beautifully to his every touch. He’d guessed that Jared was a sensualist, a hedonist, but the reality was so much better than he’d imagined. “I’m going to fuck you, then plug you and take your mouth.”
Jared’s sweet hole clenched around his fingers, gripping him good and hard.
“Then we’ll make sure you get that ring. The one that goes right here.” He pinched the patch of skin between Jared’s hole and his balls. “You’re going to love it.”
And so was he. It was going to mark Jared as his own.
“Yes, Master.” Jared arched and pushed back toward his touch, ass working the fingers of his other hand.
Dorian pinched again, then pulled his fingers out of Jared before shoving them back in one more time, coming up hard against that little sweet spot and making Jared convulse all around him.
“Needy little slut,” he whispered.
His words had almost the same effect on Jared as his actions had, the low cry going straight to his balls, making him hard. He smiled, tapping on Jared’s sensitized ass, wanting his lover out of his mind.
His fingerprints went white then slowly filled in with pink again. Stunning.
“You’ve got a beautiful ass, boy.” He’d always known that, but now, with it naked and red, it was even more so.
“Thank you, Master. It aches.”
He knew.
“It’s supposed to, baby.” He chuckled and punched his fingers back in again, and again, several times. The way Jared’s ass kept tightening around his fingers was wonderful. “When you’re healed, I’m going to lead you around by a leash, going to hook you by the balls.”
“Stop teasing!”
“I’m not teasing, boy. It’ll be four or five months before I can do it, but I will do it.” He began to stroke Jared’s gland, soft and steady, fluttering against him.
Jared writhed in his bindings, making him moan. He kept stroking, knowing that this careful touch would make Jared crazed, make him pant.
“No coming without my permission,” he reminded Jared. “You are mine to command.”
He knew that Jared wouldn’t be able to resist if he kept playing, but he wanted to push them right to the edge.
“Yes, Master. I remember. I know.”
“Good boy.” He increased the strength of his touches, pinging off that little sweet spot.
“Oh, f…” The word faded into a needy moan.
He chuckled and kept doing it. He knew he could push Jared right to the edge before backing off again, and he was going to. Over and
over before he fucked this hot ass and plugged it. He wanted his boy dripping and desperate when that ring pierced his flesh.
“How does it feel, boy? Are you crazy for it yet? Tell me how much you need me.”
“More. Please, Master. Please. I need more.”
“You’ve got it.” He pulled his fingers out and added more slick. Then he pushed three in, sending them deep.
Jared began to shake, and he grabbed his boy’s nut sac and tugged, yanking him back from the edge.
“Not until I’m ready, boy.” A visible shiver went through Jared and it made him tug again. “Only when I say.” He nudged the sweet balls, tapping them over and over.
Reaching around with his free hand, he ran it along Jared’s cock, loving the way it dripped for him, the velvety skin and silky ribbon all wet.
That was what he wanted, his boy on his way to utterly out of his mind.
He tugged on Jared’s balls and poked at his gland at the same time.
“Master!”
Fuck, this was fun.
“Yes, boy?” He used his best butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-his-mouth voice.
“I’m going to shoot.”
No, he didn’t think so.
He twisted Jared’s balls and tugged them down hard. “No. You’re not.”
Jared’s answer was a low, little cry that Dorian absolutely adored.
He gradually let go of Jared’s balls, stroking them gently. Jared relaxed for him, melted into the bench. That was his cue to push his fingers up against Jared’s gland again.
“Fuck…” The word was soft, almost inaudible.
“That’s coming. I promise.” He touched that sweet spot a few more times, keeping Jared’s balls low in their sac. “But I say when you come.”
Jared whimpered but managed an almost soundless “Yes, Master.”
“Good boy.” He brought his fingers out and swatted Jared’s ass. Twice.
His boy took the blows easily, even though he knew it had to sting like fire. It was a testament to not only Jared’s will, but his fierce need.
Dorian gloved up and slicked himself with a careful hand, then slammed in deep with no warning, loving the way Jared’s muscles trembled around him. It was fucking perfect. He held onto Jared’s hips, holding on tight and taking a moment to catch his composure and make sure he could give Jared a good, long fucking before he was done.
“Don’t you dare shoot, boy,” he reminded Jared.
“I know what the fuck I’m doing,” Jared growled.
He raised an eyebrow at the sass, the lack of honorific, and he slammed in again, hard as he could.
Jared cried out, hands slapping on the bench, a string of curse words turning the air blue. It made him wish he’d made no cursing a rule so he could spank the lovely ass for each one, but at the same time, Dorian enjoyed hearing Jared lose control because of what he was doing.
He’d make that a permanent rule, one he could exploit when he took Jared home and kept him. But for now, he was going to fuck Jared until his boy was begging him for release.
Tightening his fingers around Jared’s hips, he dug in and let Jared have it, punching in hard and fast. His hips slammed into Jared’s abused ass, drawing grunts and moans and wild little screams. Each sound made the pleasure better, bigger. He grunted and shifted, finding Jared’s gland on the next thrust in. Staying right there, he moved faster.
When Jared’s body clenched, he stilled and tugged Jared’s swollen sac again. “Not yet.”
“Master!”
“Not yet.”
Jared wasn’t going to come with his cock in that tight ass. Jared was going to come while getting pierced. He smacked Jared’s ass a couple of times as he pulled out.
“Please! Please, Master! No!”
“I think you’re just about ready for that piercing, boy.” He got rid of the condom, shrugged on a robe and picked up the house phone, so glad that he’d arranged for them to have one on hand earlier. “We need that piercer now, please.”
Jared groaned and shook his head as Dorian walked up to him and tugged his head up by his hair.
“Suck me, boy. Get me off before the piercer gets here.”
Jared’s eyes went wide, but his mouth opened too. Jared reached for the tip of Dorian’s cock with that tongue, and he groaned, then fed his prick into Jared’s eager mouth.
“Good boy. Suck hard. Make me come and I’ll reward you.”
Jared might not have needed the encouragement, but whether he did or not, the suction started off strong and just got better. Because Jared was bound, Devon rocked his cock in and out of Jared’s hot mouth, sinking deep each time he pushed in.
He nodded and fucked his lover’s mouth, panting with pure desire. He’d wanted this for years, dreamed about it, and now it was his. And he wasn’t letting it go. Now that he had Jared, he couldn’t possibly give the man up.
Groaning, he tugged harder on Jared’s hair, pulling it as he continued to fuck Jared’s mouth, pushing into Jared’s throat and letting his boy feel every inch. In return, Jared’s suction was fierce, as if Jared was trying to keep him in, to hold him tight.
“I bet they’re heading up the elevator, boy. Make me come.”
Jared’s suction got stronger, and he began swallowing around Devon’s cock every time he pushed into his boy’s throat. It felt fucking amazing, and it wasn’t going to take very long now.
He wanted Jared to succeed here, wanted to reward his boy with his spunk, with his ring.
“Soon,” he managed to get out.
Jared tongue-slapped the tip of his cock as it went by, and that’s all he needed, his shout coming as he shot, his spunk flying from him. His boy grunted but managed to take every drop, swallowing around him like Jared was starving.
There was a discreet knock on the door and he groaned again, pulling himself out of the magnificent heat of Jared’s mouth. He dropped a kiss on top of Jared’s head before gathering his robe around himself and tying the belt. Then he went to the door to let in the man who was going to put his ring in Jared’s body.
A huge man stood at the door, a mountain of a guy with a glinting grin and a huge mass of curls around his head and on his face. “You requested a piercer?”
“I did indeed. My boy needs a very special ring. A guiche. To make him mine.”
Jared’s moan sounded like heaven on earth.
7
“To make him mine.” Dorian’s words rang out, making Jared shudder.
Please. Please. There was nothing he wanted more. Well, maybe to shoot. His balls felt swollen and heavy, full with seed.
Dorian and the big hairy piercer came closer, each footstep full of promise, making him tighter. Oh God. It was happening. This was happening.
“Where do you want it?” The guy sat behind him, staring at his blistered ass. He felt a sharp pinch and a pull as Dorian touched him.
“Right here. I want a strong ring. I want to be able to leash him.”
“I’d suggest a PA too. He’s long, so you could lock the rings together. I can show you, if you’d like. My master locks me up while I’m working.”
Dorian hummed, the sound so pleased. “Yes, please, I’d like to see. Go stand in front of my boy so he can see too.” Dorian swatted his aching ass. “I want him to see what his future holds.”
The man appeared before him, opening a pair of obviously soft, gauzy pants that were totally incongruous for this mountain of a man. The man was shaved, “Rick’s boy” inked on his pubis. Then he pulled the pants down, turned around, and bent over. The first thing Jared saw was the end of a plug in the man’s ass, then a golden lock holding the ringed tip of his cock to the ring embedded behind his balls.
“Oh God.” The words shot out of him, unbidden.
“Indeed. That is stunning. I want one for my boy.” Dorian’s voice was thick. “I can just imagine being at work and knowing that he’s wearing that. It’s going to be so hard to concentrate on anything else.”
“I hav
e the rings, sir. Just give me the word.” The pants went up, and the big man disappeared from his sight.
“If you also have the chain and lock, do it.” Dorian sounded very sure.
“Master…” Jared whispered. That was so big, and it spoke of more than just these twenty-four hours.
Dorian knelt before him, staring into his eyes. “I want this, boy. I want you to wear my rings. I want you to go to work locked away. I want you to come to me to be unlocked, for your erections to be mine.”
Dorian’s words took his breath away.
“Tell me yes. Tell me that’s what you want too.”
“I want this to be real, Dorian. I want this not to be a fantasy.” Tears filled his eyes; this confession could ruin him.
Dorian kissed the tears that escaped, tongue sliding on his skin. “It’s not a fantasy.” Then Dorian turned to the man behind him. “I’m going to stay here and watch my boy’s face as you pierce him.”
“You want the gold rings?”
“Yes. And I want you to do the PA first. I want him to shoot during the guiche. I want him to spurt around that ring and know it was because I willed it.”
Oh God. Jared didn’t know if he could. He didn’t know if that was possible. It was going to be next to impossible not to come from that first piercing, he was so fucking hard. “What if…”
Dorian hushed him with a single finger. “You will because I wish it.”
He closed his mouth, not saying another word. Dorian wished it, so he would hold until the guiche, and then he would come. “Yes, Master.”
Dorian’s eyes darkened and he groaned, nodded. “My good boy.”
He felt someone touching his cock, wipe the tip with something that stung before he heard, “Ready?” and he thought, God no.
Dorian answered for him, though. “Yes. Do it.”
Jared didn’t safeword; he didn’t even think of saying it. He didn’t want this to stop.
The sharp pinch of the needle going through was almost purely sensation without pain, but the drag of the ring through his flesh he felt. Oh God did he feel it.
