by Avery Aster
“You’ll be surprised what will go up your tiny hinny when you do it.” Thor snatched the note back from her hand and read it again. “Says you’re to meet him there at six.”
“Right after work. No dinner, no romance. Rather wham, bam, thank you, ma’am.”
“Don’t you mean ‘sir?’” she corrected. “That’s the language lingo Queen Dick Dupree teaches us to use to call our doms.”
“Miguel wants you on an empty stomach. That’s why he’s having you meet him so early.”
“Thor.” Blake tried to suppress a giggle as Vive let her laughter cackle.
“Don’t finish your lunch. Drink hot water with lime when you get back to your office.” Thor reached over the table, taking his tuna from his mat. “We’ll finish your lunch, boo.”
What on God’s Earth had he gotten himself into? He didn’t want to be fisted. He also now knew Miguel went along with his acts for a relationship. He’d have to put an end to his sexscapade. He’d tell him he didn’t want a commitment, not yet.
The whole Seven Desires to Seven Needs was off!
Sling Time
East Village
Miguel received a text from Blake confirming the package had arrived. Doing as instructed, they’d meet at The Dupree Club at 6:00 p.m. He rented out the entire establishment from Queen Dick. There’d be no distractions.
Geared up for action, he studied his reflection in the mirrored hallway. His head sported a muir cap with a sable peak, and gunmetal veiled his groomed brows. Latigo, tough cattle hide strapped across his chest with a nickel-plated O-ring over his pecs. It felt icy against his nakedness. The hardware joined at his nips with Chicago screws and roller buckles. His legs were covered in jet-black, split leather chaps with poly-mesh lining. Each pant leg featured a vertical front thigh vent allowing his skin to breathe. Up his calf muscles were knee boots, each with a steel toe. Out in the open, his dick was displayed, getting hard from all the inspiration. Ready to top, he went into the sling room. He’d been waiting for this moment for over a decade.
He tested the electronic BDSM contraption. The device could keep Blake on his stomach while he’d anal bead him and whip him. With a button flip, he’d elevate his boy-toy higher or lower, where he’d fist and then top him.
Let’s get this domination started.
A swooshing sound made Miguel turn in response as the steel door opened. Blake entered. Fear overstated his usual collected expression.
“Hi there.” His voice resonated with an uncertain tone.
“You’re on time. Such an obedient sub.”
“Subvery funny. I tried calling you after my lunch.”
“Once you texted back and confirmed, I powered down my cell to focus on getting ready.” He looked around. Everything was in place as he planned. The night would be perfect.
“Miguel, we need to talk about our agreement and this whole week.”
“Don’t worry. You’re here now.” Kissing him on the forehead, right by the scar he always covered with his wavy hair, he hoped to put Blake’s nerves at ease. He’d seen those terrified blue eyes earlier in the week when Brutus approached. “I’m going to take good care of you.” He went to his toolbox and withdrew what he should’ve taken out the minute his friend walked in the door.
“I lunched with Thor and Vive today and they suggested you might be”
Whap. He slapped black vinyl tape over Blake’s mouth.
“No more talking.” Miguel figured he’d try and negotiate his way out. “We have the club only for a few hours. Get naked.”
Blue eyes rolling, he put his hand up to the edges to tear it off.
“Remove the tape and I’ll never speak to you again.” He reached for his sub’s zipper, yanking it down, almost knocking him off his feet. “Get your virgin ass onto the sling.”
Chest heaving, Blake kicked off his beige penny loafers. Pushing down his chino slacks, he drew up his thin, navy-colored summer cardigan then unrolled his checkered-pattern socks. His gaze dropped from Miguel’s eyes to his exposed cock.
The rubber cock ring he’d cinched around his shaft earlier doubled his natural girth. Blake seemed in awe. “This here”—he grabbed his cock—“is going to drill you, boy, for hours.”
In response he stirred his hands, covering his own groin.
A tingle sparked inside him. He nodded encouragement for him to continue stripping. “I’m going to tear you apart tonight, bebé.”
Blake shook his head.
“Do you want to call this off? Move back to Chelsea? No sex. No me?”
He shook his head again, a little slower than before.
“Then do as I say. I promise, in the end, you’ll get what you want.”
His sub glided his thumb along the elastic band of his underwear as if uncertain whether to get undressed or not.
“Trust me.”
Blake flung off his briefs, throwing them to the ground in one pile against Miguel’s boots. He kicked them to the corner. Naked and exposed he stepped forward, mumbling what sounded like, “Okay.” Hands on his hips, they examined each other with intent.
He appeared to be trying to cover his erection. Stiff as a rock, cravings clear as day, he wanted this. He loved this. Miguel could tell and he was going to get this.
“Since I’ve found a way to shut you up, you won’t have a safe word.”
Arms crossed in apparent annoyance, he shrugged. His erection bounced up, making it obvious to them both what he wanted: to be dominated.
“If you want to call our Dom-sub session quits, make the peace sign with your hand. I’ll stop. Understand?” He demonstrated, raising his right hand, pointer and middle finger in the air.
Holding up a peace sign, he nodded.
“Sí.” Miguel patted his right hand on the sling’s shiny backrest. “Lasso up, my li’l sub.”
On all fours, he crawled onto the bench, lying flat on his stomach. Resting his head between the harnesses, he stretched his limbs out, fit to be tied.
Fastening his sub’s left wrist to the strap, Miguel crossed over to the other side and kissed him on the forehead just as before. He felt like kissing him all over, but there’d be time for that later. He had to pace himself.
Eyes fluttering nervously, Blake shut them. Perhaps he didn’t want to see what was going to happen, only feel it.
He went to fasten the armband on the right limb and became annoyed that his sub’s eyes were still shut. He pulled inward, catching his sub’s skin into the buckle.
An earsplitting shriek erupted. Eyes snapping open, Blake jerked his head, accentuating the purplish veins in his neck. A rapid dart came from his restrained hand; the attempt to punch Miguel failed.
“Don’t close your eyes tonight.”
Recovering, he opened his baby blues wider. He rolled them from left to right, top to bottom, blinking Kewpie doll-style in sheer sarcasm. Making a gesture that he understood, he resumed his cradle rest facedown and with a slight sob.
Was his sub acting? It was just a pinch. He couldn’t be hurt.
He loosened the strap, releasing Blake’s red flesh from the buckle and tying it shut. He rubbed the tender spot with his thumb, “There, there, bebé.” He kissed him with a lick.
His sub glanced up with an apologetic pout radiating from his eyes.
“Don’t defy me,” he ordered in his ear.
His cheeks rose as if smiling under the tape. Was he turned on by the punishment? Did he like the feeling of pain?
“Tonight, you are my sub. My property. Mine.”
Starting with his lobe, he traced his sub’s curved ear cartilage outline all the way to the crown. He planted his tongue in the middle of the ear. Exhaling through his nostrils, he calculated the faint discharge would drive Blake wild. Shocker, it was he who was stimulated.
“You want more?” He knew he did.
Blake squirmed on the bench. He inched his neck toward him for more. Without a doubt, he’d forgiven him for the skin-snip.
Before going any further, he had to test his sub’s threshold for pain. A quick bite would do the trick.
Withdrawing his tongue from the ear, he enclosed his lips once again on his friend’s lobe and bit down—hard.
“Hmm,” Blake moaned, not out of pain but pleasure.
“My good boy,” he reminded him once more from behind his clenched teeth and noticed his cheeks rise, like before, smiling under that tape. He bit down harder, not breaking the skin but close.
“Ahhh.” His face became motionless.
One second passed, and then another. Legs kicked, and then his body went still as he released his bite. Was he giving in to submission? He nodded up and down in encouragement.
The boy got into biting.
He kissed the mark his teeth left and then traced his tongue over his sub’s taped lips. “You’re learning. You enjoy submission. You like pain.”
Becoming more comfortable, Blake stretched his body out on the table as he nodded in agreement.
Moving from the shoulders down to his legs, he massaged Blake’s left foot. He tied one ankle to the post while palming his left hand up on the other leg. With a tight grip, he squeezed the calf muscles, releasing the tension. Applying pressure over the hamstrings, he watched the leg spasm into relief. “Good boy.”
His sub’s rapid breathing calmed into a slow cadence.
Turning his attention to the right leg, he repeated the ritual and admired his sub’s ass. It was poised, ready for attention.
“You’re hot as fuck.” He encouraged with compliments, telling him how beautiful his body was. “I love your ass.” His palms rubbed over the supple bottom. “I’ve waited so long. You have no idea.” Squeezing the electro-conductive, water-based lube onto his sub’s backside he then massaged the cheeks. He wanted to eat him out first. His sub’s skin became warm to his touch. Soft. Ready. The white and pink skin glistened in response to each rub.
In his side pocket, he wrapped his fingers around the string and withdrew the plastic beads. Several balls varied in size from itty-bitty to busta-nut-big. Pulling up a stool, he sat between his sub’s feet and focused.
“My sub is still tense.” He rubbed the feet, lending a hand toward his relaxation. Memories from the previous night—Blake sound asleep in his arms—danced fresh in his thoughts.
Lovable. Mine.
Blake’s shoulders dropped to staid calmness, showing his faith in him. Tonight may take our friendship to a new level.
The urge to rim was all he could focus on. Burying his face in his sub’s asshole, he licked the puckering and traced his tongue up the crack’s right side. He slowed down as he hit a dry spot then sped up. His sub’s hands grabbed onto the poles as if accelerating on a motorcycle. He spit in the crack. Bull’s-eye. His tongue stiffened, jabbing his taste buds into his tightness.
Teasing Blake with a rapid tongue-lashing, he pulled out and wiped his lips with his fist. “I own this ass. You hear me?”
My sub is lovin’ this…
Moaning confirmed Blake’s enjoyment. He hoisted his ass up for more. Miguel buried his face deep, stretching the hole. His tongue hammered at the crack, down the left side to the bottom, to finish his tongue-thrash in a complete circle. Scraping the pristine skin with his teeth, he licked a second round. Heat emitted from his oral trace.
Blake whimpered again and again. His hole opened. The attempt wasn’t enough, not for what Miguel intended.
Top. Love. Forever.
Jerking his head back, he reached under Blake’s ass for his dick and took it tight in his hands. He stroked the thickness as it pulsated hard. “I want your cock in my mouth.”
His sub nodded enthusiastically.
Miguel spit on his thumb and pointer finger and cupped his sub’s cock. He tweaked his fingers over the mushroom head. Admiring the slit decorating the center tip of his cock, he nipped the skin with his tongue. The shaft continued to swell.
“Want your cock in my mouth, bebé?” A true top never sucked dick. He was no exception. No man had ever been worth it...until that moment.
Right thumb up, encouraging him to continue, Blake arched his feet and attempted to push himself up on his knees. When that didn’t work, he lowered his ass, dropping his cock further into Miguel’s grip.
He leaned under, kissing Blake’s dick. He couldn’t let his friend suffer anymore. Aching for attention after several days, his sub’s dick deserved TLC.
With anticipation, he licked his lips then angled his face and scooped Blake’s dick up in his mouth.
Fuck, he’s thick.
An oxygen rush stung his nose. Exhaling, they became one. Blake smelled citrus fresh; it was how his sub tasted, too. For the first time, he sucked his best friend.
He pulled his mouth back and said, “I own your cock. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” Blake answered through the tape, squeezing his hands into fists.
Dropping his jaw further, mouth wider, tongue wetter, he paid special attention to his gag reflexes as his mouth filled with Blake’s dick.
Yeah. Sub’s a grower. He bobbed his head back and forth. His eyes stung as he increased suction.
Muffled sounds grew louder from Blake as if he’d blow the guard right off his lips.
Pulling back, he opened his mouth wide, gunning for cock.
So beautiful. So hung. So Blake.
Euphorically, he licked the slit and then guided Blake’s shaft in. His sub’s thickness slid over his tongue. The velvet smacked his throat. This was exhilarating. He cupped the nuts in confirmation he’d taken his entire cock in his mouth. Jerking his erection further down his throat, salty pre-cum laced his oral cavity ready to receive pleasure.
“Mmm,” Blake mumbled through the tape, egging him on to continue.
He stroked under the pelvis, milking him. His sub’s ass danced in slow, receptive circles.
Sucking tight at the base, he held the cock at his throat muscles as his tongue massaged the shaft. Tears of pleasure found their way to his eyes as he almost gagged on the girth. Blake’s moans encouraged him to glide his tongue back and forth.
Quickly, he took more. Slowly, he pulled back out. Back and forth, he sucked hard. Just like its owner in every way, the cock was perfect. He’d waited a decade to have his lover’s beautiful dick in his mouth. He felt, for the first time, that he was worthy of being a lover to the man in his arms, not as a friend, but as a boyfriend.
Gasping for air, Blake breathed heavier as his cock grew harder and thicker by the second. Was he close to coming?
Once more, he released his friend’s soon-to-orgasm cock. It bounced up, and Blake slowed down his hips’ gyration in obvious frustration. He moaned something, probably to tell Miguel not to stop.
“You’re almost there, boy.” His attention went back to Blake’s ass. Addicted to the unmarred asshole, he sunk his lips in deep with fury, splitting his flesh apart, ramming his tongue in and out from the ass. “You enjoy this?”
His sub rotated his hand as if to say, so-so.
Miguel laughed. “Liar.” His teeth nicked the flesh. Following the beet-colored scrape was an intense craving to bite. He licked his lips then nipped playfully at the ass cheek.
He bit hard. Harder. Hardest.
Groaning against the tape, Blake jerked his right foot back as if attempting to hit him in the face to stop. The restraints held his sub down.
“You okay, bebé?” He checked his sub’s hands—no peace sign.
Blake nodded, declaring he was good.
The saliva from his lips connected love-strings to his sub’s ass as if spinning fine silk. For a second, Miguel examined the bared skin. There were no permanent marks, only a flash of a crimson ring. Down his swelled nut sac, Blake oozed pre-cum, clear as water with a milky center.
“You fucker. My bite made your dick harder.” A smack to the ass with his right hand seemed fitting. Then he grabbed for his cock again, guiding it up with his left hand. Swiping Blake’s pleasure onto his thumb, he
rubbed the pre-cum between his fingers similar to a Texan finding oil. With a compliment, he licked his digits clean. “You taste sweet.” He dropped his head and ate the pre-cum, which laced his sub’s nuts. “It’s time to stretch you out.”
“Aaaah,” Blake muttered.
He grabbed onto the purple plastic beads and doused them with lubricant. Placing the beads on the bed and massaging the ass cheeks with both hands, he rammed his long tongue in and out of the asshole. He blew an air stream over the virgin skin. His sub’s flesh goose-bumped.
“You wanted to play with toys, bebé. This was your idea, remember?”
“Uh-huh.” Blake nodded through the headrest.
His asshole opened a little.
He picked up the smallest plastic bead at the end of the string, about twenty millimeters or so in width. He pressed it into the anus. It popped in as if it was a marble.
Once halfway in, his ass sucked it right up. Blake whimpered.
“Good, niño,” Miguel whispered. He kissed the ass cheeks, pushing the string further down the opening followed by another sphere. This one was double the size from the previous.
His sub didn’t flinch.
“Two more beads left, bebé.” He rubbed the ass cheeks, extending his hands down the calf muscles to relax him.
His sub’s body was stunningly taut. Spitting into Blake’s asshole as it puckered out at him, he inserted the third bead. It was at least forty millimeters in width. He could only insert half the ball in.
Damn, this boy’s too tight even for the ball.
He pulled it back out. “You’re doing good, boy. Take a deep inhale for me.”
Blake’s lungs filled with air.
He squirted more lube onto the string and inserted the globe in full. He didn’t wait this time for the ass to subside. Without haste, he followed the third bead with the fourth and final ball, twice in size as the third.
Hearing Blake shouting through the tape, he leaned to the side and checked for the safety sign.
No peace sign; his sub’s hands lay flat. His bottom’s ass opened again with a little more ease...and a lot more trust. Good, very good.
