by Sean Michael
He whimpered and Dorian moaned, kissing him hard, tongue-fucking his lips hard enough that he almost missed when Dorian reached under him and touched his newly pierced prick. The strokes started, making sure he stayed hard—making it nearly impossible not to come.
Dorian worked Jared’s slit with his finger, nudging the ring back and forth and he started dripping again, his balls pulling up against his body. Dorian’s kisses continued, every one designed to steal not only his breath but his sense.
“Now the guiche, needle first.”
This time the sting was deep, like a hard pinch, and Jared cried out. Dorian moaned for him, and when the tug of the ring slid into his skin, Dorian pulled the ring in the tip of his cock. The shock and sting and burn made him shoot, spunk filling his master’s hand.
Dorian let go of his cock, bringing his hand up and offering it to Jared. “Clean me, boy.”
He sobbed softly, undone, but he licked Dorian’s hand clean, the flavor of his own need filling him.
When he’d done, Dorian took his mouth once more, taking the flavor in with a sweeping, eager tongue. Their lips parted and Dorian rested their foreheads together, breathed with him a few moments before sitting back. “I need to go see.”
Then Dorian disappeared and a low, low moan sounded behind him. “Look at that…”
“Here are your chain and lock. I’d wait for the morning to do it, just to give a few hours of healing.”
“Right. And I shouldn’t play for how long?”
“The important thing is keeping it clean and not tugging. It’s not a bad idea to roll the ring inside the skin while you’re cleaning it. That way the skin won’t close over the metal and it’ll stay loose within the body. Here’s some sterile pads and cleaning solution. If it becomes angry or infected, no more playing until you get it taken care of.”
“Got it. We’ll make sure it heals properly.”
Jared felt the ring embedded behind his balls move, Dorian shifting it.
“Stunning. Thank you, man. You’ve done a great job.”
“My pleasure. I hope you guys have fun with them for a long time to come.”
The sound of footsteps headed toward the door as Dorian showed the piercer out.
Jared kept his eyes closed, his cock and ass both throbbing. What was he doing?
The door closed, the lock shooting home again, and then Dorian’s footsteps drew near again. He stopped behind Jared, standing close enough Jared could feel the heat coming from him. “It’s beautiful, boy.” Dorian slid his fingers alongside the ring behind his balls.
“Th-thank you, Master.”
Dorian pushed two fingers in his ass, teasing his prostate again. Whimpering, he jerked in his bonds. His cock tried to make a comeback, testament to how amazing Dorian was.
“I’m going to fill you with a plug again. Something big, heavy, to counterbalance the ring.” Dorian kissed his aching backside. “Our piercer was inspirational.”
Considering he now had a PA as well as the guiche, Jared guessed so. For his part, he kept seeing that tattoo, declaring their piercer as Rick’s boy for who might be privileged to see.
“My boy,” Dorian moaned, like he was echoing Jared’s thoughts. “My own.”
Dorian kissed his ass again, making him cry out at the burn. Then Dorian finger-fucked him for a few moments before the cold, blunt end of a plug was pressed against his hole. “Take it.” The words were soft but strong as steel, uncompromising.
Jared moaned, pushing his ass back, wanting it, needing to feel himself being spread wide.
“That’s it, boy. Show me how much you want it. Show me what a wonderful slut you are.” Dorian touched the ring behind his balls again and he jerked up, the plug spreading him wide. “You know our new friend saw your hole, how it was red and swollen and begging for more. He saw one of his own. That’s how he knew you needed a ring in your cock.”
Jared cried out but couldn’t stop the way he pushed back for more, his whole body begging to take the entire plug in.
“That’s it, boy. Such a needy hole, proving what anyone with eyes can see. I can’t wait to fuck you again. It’s going to be soon.” The rest of the plug sank into him until his body was full.
His hips moved restlessly, his body so full of sensation that he wanted to run. He pulled at his bindings, but he was utterly caught. He wasn’t going anywhere. This soft, needy noise came out of him, somewhere between a cry and a moan, and Dorian pulled the plug all the way out, then pushed it all the way in again.
“Master, please!”
“Please what, boy?”
“Love me!” He snapped his mouth closed, shocked as hell that he’d let that slip out.
“Don’t you know that I do?” Dorian asked, fucking him hard with the plug, hitting his gland with it on every push into him. “Can’t you feel it?”
He nodded, his entire soul laid bare in front of his Master. “I’ve wanted you since I met you! I’ve loved you!”
Dorian settled the plug inside him, then came back around to kneel in front of him, putting them eye-to-eye once more. “You should have said something.”
“So should you have.”
Dorian grinned, the look wry. “Yeah, I probably should have. We’re both idiots. Or cowards. Cowardly idiots.” Then he leaned in and kissed Jared, the touch painfully gentle. “We’ll talk about this when we get home. We’ll work out details, but know this—you’re mine, and now that I have you, I’m never ever letting you go. Never.”
Jared didn’t know what to say to that. How to respond. His mouth opened to demand that Dorian promise, but what came out was “Yes, Master.”
Dorian smiled, looking pleased at his response. “You need a break from the bindings.”
“I’m scared to move,” he admitted. The piercings had him frozen.
“You’ll be fine.” Dorian undid his wrists and then his ankles. Before he could even think about moving, Dorian picked him up, carrying him over to the bed.
Then Dorian spread him out, looked him over, touching the tip of his cock, behind his balls, his belly button, his nipples. “I’m going to add rings to your nipples, to your navel…”
He shook his head, moaning low in his chest. No. No way.
“Don’t get shy on me now, boy.” Dorian laid his palm against his right nipple and pressed. He arched into the touch, a low moan escaping him.
“I know what you need, boy. And you need these pretty little bits of flesh pierced.”
“I have to wear dress shirts to work,” he reminded Dorian.
“So, we put in barbells that won’t show.”
Jared moaned, and Dorian pinched both nips at the same time, making him arch again, his pierced cock bouncing off his belly.
“You’re going to love them,” Dorian told him. “I want to play, so I’ll wait until your cock is healed. Then we’ll do your nips.” Dorian’s grin was wicked. “I’m going to make you beg to have them done, so I’ll leave them alone.”
A shudder moved through him at Dorian’s words.
“I should start now. They’ve been sadly neglected so far.”
“Master.”
“Yes?”
Jared moaned softly, his entire body on fire. “As you wish.”
“Good answer.” Dorian kissed him, then pinched and twisted at his nipples. Making him feel so fucking much. “Beg me to bite them.”
“No…”
Dorian pinched again, just the very tips, making him ache. “You will.”
He shook his head, moaning deep in his chest.
“You will,” Dorian insisted, moving his fingers around his nipples, every circle making his flesh a little tighter, a little harder. “Mmm. You totally will.” Dorian flicked each little nipple, then leaned down and breathed on him, breathed on his nipples.
He waited for the bite to come, the anticipation making him ache. Dorian just stayed right there, breathing on him, the promise of the bite never being fulfilled.
He waited as long as he could, pant
ing as the anticipation stretched on and on.
“God, you’re stubborn. So damn stubborn.”
“I-I’m yours. Make me yours, Master. Please.”
“Are you begging me to bite your nipples, boy?” He could hear how pleased Dorian was by his words.
“Yes, Master. Please.” He just wanted it done.
“You actually have to say it, boy.”
He was going to kill Dorian.
Dorian just stood there, looking down at him expectantly. Asshole. Beautiful, masterful asshole.
Dorian touched the tip of one nipple with his finger, smiling at him.
“I fucking hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
Dorian was right, goddammit. And also still only giving him the softest of teasing touches to his nipples, and dammit, he desperately wanted more, wanted those offered bites. He wanted the sensations to peak, dammit.
“Please, do it. Please, Master.”
Dorian tilted his head like a fucking golden retriever. “Do what, boy?”
“Why is this so fucking hard! I’d let you do anything!”
“It’s not hard at all. All you have to do is say please bite my nipples, Master. You’re the one who doesn’t want to do that.” Dorian stroked his belly, the caress echoing inside him.
He took a deep breath, making the final acknowledgement to himself that this wasn’t a game. “Please bite my nipples, Master.”
With a triumphant cry, Dorian swooped down and took his left nipple in, biting down hard enough to make Jared scream. He grabbed Dorian’s head, holding on tight, keeping his new lover and old friend right there. Dorian varied the biting with strong suction, his left tit getting harder and harder. And more sensitive, so each bite felt bigger than the last.
His cock nudged Dorian’s belly, the ring giving him a sharp bite of its own.
“So needy,” Dorian murmured as he moved to Jared’s other nipple.
He waited for the bite, body going tighter the longer he waited. If Dorian was going to make him beg again…
“Please,” he moaned.
Dorian’s teeth closed over his nipple, holding it lightly for a moment before biting down, sending sensation shooting through him. This nipple was given long squeezes of Dorian’s teeth, seconds of attention. Then Dorian applied suction and tugged, pulling his nipple up from his chest. There might not be rings added tonight, but he was going to feel his shirts for days if Dorian kept this up.
I’m going to make you beg to have them done so I’ll leave them alone. That’s what Dorian had promised. He was so fucked.
Dorian moved back to the left nipple, teeth and lips working it hard, as Dorian plucked at the right, fingers pinching and twisting. He grunted with the deep ache, the jolt of pain. God, he burned, deep down inside.
“Once you’ve begged me to pierce these, I’m going to use those piercings to make you crazy, to make you come time and again.” Dorian bit again, then continued. “Until then, I’ll just have to use my teeth every night.”
Every night? Had he heard right? Did Dorian actually mean every single night or every night they happened to be together?
Dorian’s extra hard bite to his nipple made him gasp. “Pay attention, boy.”
“I am!”
“No, you’re worrying. In this space, when we’re in a scene, your job is to feel. Your only job.”
Your job is to feel. Dorian’s words spun round and round in his head. They were huge. The whole concept was huge.
Dorian worked his nipples again, biting and sucking, tugging and twisting. He cried out, all his thoughts disappearing like they’d been flung away. He couldn’t do anything but feel what Dorian was doing to him. The touches were too big for anything else. He screamed out his pleasure, his need, the years of wishing that were coming true.
Dorian was unrelenting, mouth and fingers working to drive him to come again. Which was not only impossible because he’d already come so much—though try telling his cock that—but because only his nipples were being stimulated. The plug and the new piercings didn’t count, no matter how much they throbbed with his heartbeat.
His entire universe clenched, his master’s name a hymn on his lips.
“You’re allowed to come,” Dorian told him, playing with the base of the plug, knocking the heavy thing against his gland.
He bore down, desperate for more. He didn’t get it, though, at least not from the plug. Dorian upped his game, working both his nipples harder, making him howl.
“Please! Please! I need!” He twisted and fought, his whole world on fire.
“Then come!”
He’d never heard that note of command in Dorian’s voice before, and it drove right to the core of him. Seed throbbed out of him, his very soul feeling torn as he slumped to the bed, totally vulnerable.
Dorian hummed, his touches easing, becoming soft and comforting. His nipples were too sensitive for it to be completely comfortable, but the desperate, needy sensations had faded, and he shivered a few times before Dorian pulled off and moved to kiss him gently.
Then Dorian pulled him close, rocking him. “My good boy.”
He was spent. Utterly spent and exhausted and melted. He’d never felt such peace as he did right now in Dorian’s arms, knowing nothing could touch him right here, right now.
8
Dawn came far too early, the view from the bed overlooking the city quite stunning. Dorian didn’t want their night to be over, though. He didn’t want to have to go back to real life where they’d have to figure out where to live, how to integrate this essential part of their lives into their “real lives.”
He pondered waking Jared up to do one last scene, but the knock on the door—heralding their breakfast, he hoped—came before he could act on the idea.
He slipped out of bed and answered the door. The sumptuous breakfast was perfect for their needs—bacon and sausage, eggs benedict and an assortment of pastries—and he smiled, signing the slip for it. There was also orange juice and a bottle of champagne for mimosas. Perfect.
He rolled the table into the bedroom, heading right for the bed and his sleeping beauty.
His boy was sleeping with his ass up in the air, the piercing glinting in the light. His ring. Groaning, he went over and climbed onto the bed behind Jared. Then he leaned in and licked the piercing.
“Master…” Jared spread wider, hips cocking for him.
He loved that even still mostly asleep, that was Jared’s first instinct, to call him master, to open for him.
He eased the heavy plug from his boy, then pushed a single finger into Jared’s hole, testing how open his boy still was. Hot and swollen, ready for taking. Perfect.
Dorian gloved himself up and added some lube, pleased to have Jared here to share their morning erections. Put them to good use. Lining up, he pushed right in, sinking into that amazing, tight heat.
“Oh…Master! Fuck!”
He swatted Jared’s ass, making it sting.
“Didn’t we have a discussion about swearing, boy?” He knew he’d meant to, even if he hadn’t.
“No! No.” Jared’s body clenched around him, squeezed him tight.
He chuckled. “Well, then, let’s have it now. Swearing will get you spanked. Like this.” He swatted Jared’s ass again.
“Master.”
Oh, that felt so good around his cock, so he landed another blow and another.
“You’re fucking perfect, boy.” Exactly what he wanted, what he’d dreamed this would be like.
“Yours. Please.” Jared rocked, fucking himself on Dorian’s cock.
Grabbing onto Jared’s hips, he pulled back as he thrust, slamming right in. Jared took him, every single inch, like they were made for one another. Which they fucking were.
Dorian set up a good, hard pace, pounding away, saying good morning the best way he knew how. Jared sang for him, low, sweet, needy sounds that filled the air. Yeah, that was it. He shifted slightly, wanting to nail Jared’s gland. When he
got it, there was a wild cry, the sound perfect, and he pegged it again and again.
Jared made him feel like a stud, and he thought he could do this forever. Jared’s ass probably was going to need a break, though, so he reached around and grabbed the dripping cock, bumping the new ring with his fingers.
“Oh!”
Damn, not a curse word.
He jacked Jared as he fucked him, trying not to hit the tender ring too often. He’d clean it when they were done here, and for now, the odd zing from it was working for him.
“Sir. Master. Close, love.”
Every word Jared said told him that this was right, that they were going to make it.
“You’re allowed to come.” He rocked in deep, hips bucking. “My good boy.”
“Yours. Dorian, love. Wearing your rings.”
“You bet this sweet ass you are.” He leaned over Jared’s back. “I love you and I’m keeping you forever.”
Jared groaned and shot for him, the scent of need heady.
Jared arched his back beautifully, bore down around his cock, and called out, coming hard.
They slumped together, Jared holding him.
“There’s breakfast,” he noted, not making any attempt to move. The warmth of Jared’s body felt so good.
“I’m starving.” Jared stayed where he was. “This isn’t it, is it?”
“Now that I’ve tasted what we could have together, I’m not letting you go.” And if Jared didn’t feel the same… well, clearly Jared did.
“Good.” Jared reached up, squeezed his fingers. “Very good, Master.”
He squeezed back, keeping hold of Jared’s hand. “There’s champagne for mimosas. If we wanted to toast to new beginnings.”
“I would love that. Maybe we can share an Uber?”
“There’s plenty of room at my place. You could stay for a couple of days at least. It would give us time to figure things out.” He dropped a kiss on Jared’s back, and loathe though he was to leave the delicious heat of Jared’s body, he got up and ditched the condom before grabbing the food, bringing the plates over to the bed.
Jared was sitting up, staring down at his pierced cock with a dazed expression.
Dorian chuckled, touched the ring. “I have to clean that and its mate after we’ve eaten. And then we need to put on the chain and lock.” Just the idea made his cock jerk and begin to fill once more.
