Training-Ryan

by Throne-Tatum-

  “Hungry?” Trent asked.

  Ryan lifted his wine so that Trent couldn’t read his lips this time, but at the last second chose not to hide how he felt. “For you.”

  Trent smiled as he brought his wine to his lips. “Are you now?”

  “Starving,” Ryan said as he signed.

  Trent set his wineglass aside. There was something hard in his gaze that Ryan didn’t know how to read.

  “I don’t know if you’re ready for what I have to give you,” Trent signed.

  “Use your voice,” Ryan said as he signed. “I love hearing it.”

  Trent grinned. “Maybe you need to earn that right.”

  Heat flashed through Ryan. He signed with his left hand as he spoke, “You’re not my first lover. I’m experienced.”

  Trent shook his head. “It’s not that. I’m a Dom, Ryan.”

  Ryan’s mouth went dry as an image of Trent dominating him popped into his mind. The memory of that one spank to his ass flashed through his brain, shutting down his ability to think clearly. He wanted to go there. Ryan wanted Trent to spank him until he came hard. Trent’s words bounced around his brain like an out of control bouncy ball. Trent circled closer.

  “I have a need to dominate my lover. I need a submissive in the bedroom. Have you ever been a sub?” Trent signed.

  Ryan shook his head no. The thought of being under a lover’s control turned him the fuck on. He wanted Trent to control what happened between them. Trent came in close, kissing Ryan on the lips with a teasing, soft kiss. Ryan’s cock hardened at the thought of Trent doing so much more to him in the bedroom.

  “Teach me to be your sub.” Ryan’s hands shook as he signed.

  Trent touched his cheek with his palm. “You need to know what I like to do to my lover. Then you can decide.”

  “Use your voice,” Ryan begged.

  “I like to spank. I like to use toys. I like to use whips, handcuffs, chains, and leather to tie my lover up. I like to have them perform tasks. Is that what you want? Can you handle going through my submissive training?”

  “Yes.” Ryan moaned as Trent brushed his hand down over his cock. “God, yes.”

  Their lips connected as Trent slipped his hand behind Ryan’s neck, taking possession of the kiss. Their tongues flicked together, dueling for dominance. Trent pulled his lips away, pacing the room. Ryan went to the window. Lights from the city twinkled in the night. It was romantic.

  “You have a lot to learn if you want to be my sub,” Trent signed. “I don’t want to scare you.”

  “You won’t.”

  The candles on the table flicked, as though air had suddenly blown through the window. Trent crossed the room, taking Ryan’s shirt in his hands and ripping it open. Buttons flew across the room.

  “You will stay,” Trent ordered. “Get naked, sub.”

  There was no chance of Ryan going anywhere. Trent watched him as though he were a master watching his servant perform for him, and it turned Ryan on hard. Ryan undressed, liking the way Trent noticed his heavy cock. Ryan twisted his hand around his cock shaft, smoothing it out as he grew harder. He awaited Trent’s next order.

  “Lie back on the table.”

  The dining room table was made of a sturdy oak. Ryan lay back on the table, with his legs dangling off and his cock pointed north. Ryan swallowed hard as Trent left the room. Several minutes ticked by before Trent returned with a delicate chain hanging from his fingertips.

  Black leather chaps hugged his legs. Ryan wanted to run his fingers all over that leather as he sucked Trent off. His thick cock hung heavy, glistening with lube in the candlelight. Ryan licked his lips. He reached out, wanting to grab hold of Trent’s cock, but was out of reach. He knew he wouldn’t get a chance to suck cock this time. This time was all about Trent’s needs. Ryan wanted to fulfill his needs. He would do anything and everything Trent needed to get him off.

  “Stand,” Trent ordered.

  Ryan stood on shaky legs. Trent wrapped the cold chain around his cock shaft, lifting his balls to put them in the chainmail. Ryan sucked in a harsh breath as his cock tightened with the need to come. Cold shivered over his cock, making pre-cum drip from the tip of his cockhead. Trent trailed the chain ends down between his legs and slipped it up the crack of his ass. Ryan’s heart hammered. Trent locked the chain ends down on the chain around his shaft. Trent gave the chain a tug, and the chain pulled his ass cheeks apart. Ryan groaned as Trent placed a hand on his chest while his fingers rubbed over his anus.

  “On my table.”

  Leather straps were used to tie Ryan’s arms to the legs of the table. Ryan groaned as his cock was teased into Trent’s mouth. He licked, but didn’t linger long. His cock slipped from Trent’s mouth and slapped against his abdomen with a whack that sent pre-cum shooting up over his belly button.

  Trent picked up a lit candle.

  Candle wax dripped over Ryan’s chest as Trent held it over his nipple. Trent rubbed the massage oil over his abdomen. He smoothed it down over his thighs, purposely missing his cock. Ryan groaned as Trent suddenly pulled away but returned quickly with a butt plug in his hand. A thrill of need had his cock and balls tightening up in the chainmail. Trent rubbed lube over the butt plug and tilted it up over Ryan’s anus. The tip centered on Ryan’s anus just as Trent fisted his big hand on his cock. Trent slid his hand down Ryan’s cock as he pushed the butt plug into Ryan’s ass.

  It felt so good. Ryan was breathing hard as Trent pulled out the plug as he stroked Ryan back to the tip of his cockhead. He stroked him down again as he pushed the plug up into his ass. Ryan moaned as he spread his legs wide, taking as much as Trent was willing to give.

  Sweat glistened on Ryan’s body as Trent released his cock. Trent stepped between his legs, edging Ryan’s legs apart. Trent gripped their cocks together, stroking them with both of his big hands. Ryan arched into his touch, taking the sweet torture as Trent stroked them both. There wouldn’t be any chance of them getting off like this. Ryan knew Trent would keep torturing him until he was begging for release. Disappointment spiraled through Ryan as Trent let go of their cocks. Trent leaned down, sucking Ryan into his mouth. Somewhere in the back of Ryan’s mind, Ryan knew Trent was using his tongue to unroll a condom over his big cock. A condom. Ryan swallowed hard. Trent was going to let him top from the bottom. Ryan wrapped his hands around the leather straps that bound his wrists as Trent sucked. As suddenly as he started sucking cock, he pulled away.

  Trent straddled Ryan on the table, lifting up Ryan’s cock and centering it on his anus. Trent eased down on Ryan’s pounding dick. Trent’s hand fisted over his hard prick. He stroked his cock as he took control of Ryan’s dick. Ryan arched up, pumping hard and fast into Trent. The metal chainmail slapped up against Trent’s ass and table as he took him hard. Trent reached around, grabbing Ryan’s balls by slipping his finger through a thin chain on the chainmail. Trent took control of how he pumped in and out, using the chainmail to guide his movements.

  Ryan loved how Trent used the chainmail to control his cock. The chain slipped over his anus when Trent pulled up and released when he yanked down. The hot friction rubbed seductively over his perineum. Trent took him slow, not letting him pound his prick the way Ryan wanted to. Sweat dripped from his brows as he took the sweet torture Trent was giving him. Ryan’s arms flexed tight as he pulled on the straps that held him down.

  Trent grinned seductively as their gazes locked. Ryan’s gaze lowered over his lover’s body. That dragon tattoo that circled Trent’s arm had a tail that flicked over his pecs. Trent’s body wasn’t perfect. The scars worked over his abdomen were a story Ryan was desperate to know. Ryan’s eyes landed on Trent’s cock, loving the way he pleasured himself with quick, pumping strokes that centered on the tip of his cockhead. Trent twisted his finger into the link, tightening the chain cock ring around the base of Ryan’s shaft.

  It was too much. Ryan couldn’t control the need to come any longer. He thrust up hard, coming.
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br />   “Trent…come for me.”

  Ryan watched as Trent cranked his big cock off, shooting cum up over his chest. Ryan was breathing hard as he felt Trent ease up off of him, taking the condom off for him. His arms were released, and Trent helped him sit up. The cock chain around his balls clanked onto the table as he sat. Ryan loved the heavy weight of it on his cock. Trent gave him a possessive kiss that seared through Ryan’s body.

  “Stay the night,” Trent insisted.

  Ryan would do anything to hear the sound of his voice whispering against his ear. “Okay.”

  This relationship was going from zero to a hundred miles per hour in less than forty minutes. What was Ryan doing putting his heart on the line again?

  Chapter Ten

  Sunlight eased in through the windows like someone sneaking back into the house after a wild night of partying. Soft cotton sheets rested beneath Ryan’s head. He heard Trent’s steady breathing in his ear. There wasn’t a good time to tell Trent the secret about his past, but Ryan knew he had to. It was time that they had the talk that came with every new relationship. This one involved more than the usual, I like you and you like me, so let’s fuck. This involved a list of reasons why they couldn’t be together. Ryan should’ve told Trent the moment they got together, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t lie to Trent. He loved him.

  The truth hit him hard. He loved Trent for so long but had been too afraid to take that next step. He was too afraid of everything falling apart now that he had everything he’d always wanted. Ryan rolled over, looking at Trent’s chest. The big white bandages were no longer on his shoulder. They were now covered with large rectangular Band-Aids. Trent’s eyes cracked open. Trent smiled when their eyes met, but he quickly frowned.

  Ryan smoothed his hand over the scars on Trent’s chest. “How did you get these scars?”

  Trent grinned. “I was a rowdy teenager. This one was a bike accident. I got this one running into a fence. There had been a nail sticking out of the fence, and it just sliced through. A few of these were from SWAT training.”

  Their eyes met.

  “What’s wrong?” Trent asked.

  “I have something you need to know about me,” Ryan said as he signed.

  Trent raised a brow as he sat up on his elbow. There was no easy way to tell Trent the truth. He had to know.

  Ryan’s hands were steady as he signed. “I was sick with…cancer. Four years ago.”

  “You’re okay now?” Trent asked.

  Ryan hesitated for a second. “Yes, but that could change…five, ten, twenty years from now.”

  “Or you could be fine?”

  Ryan shook his head and ran his hand through his hair. “I can’t ask you to live this life or burden you.”

  He couldn’t bring himself to tell him that he had recovered from cancer, but there was a good chance it could come back this year, next year, or maybe even five years from now.

  Some couldn’t deal with having a relationship once they knew he had once had lymphoma. Facing death often put the brakes on fast.

  Trent sat up, alarm going through his eyes. “What are you saying?” Trent asked.

  Ryan lifted his hands and said, “I don’t think we should do this again.”

  “I could get hit by a meteor falling from the sky tomorrow. It doesn’t mean we should stop seeing each other.”

  Ryan signed, “Trent, be reasonable.”

  “Ryan…”

  Ryan signed as he spoke. “I have doctor visits, tests, scans, biopsies, and lab results to wait for. It will never end. Never.”

  “You’re trapped by your circumstance. I get that,” Trent said.

  Ryan ran a hand through his dark hair and down over his five o’clock shadow. Tears misted Ryan’s eyes. Trent didn’t understand how bad it was, and how bad it got during Ryan’s darkest days. How sick he was. How cancer pushed him to the edge and dangled him off the side before he was pulled back in safely.

  “I’m sorry. I have to go,” Ryan said.

  Trent jumped up from the bed, stopping Ryan by shoving him against the wall. “I decide who I love, who I fuck, and when this thing is over. You are my sub.”

  The searing heat of Trent’s pissed-off voice was like a spank to his ass. Ryan’s mouth dropped open and snapped shut fast. A thrill danced over his skin. Trent was serious. He would be the one deciding when things ended.

  “Strip.”

  The order instantly made Ryan’s cock hard. He saw the heat of passion flash in Trent’s blue eyes when he hooked his thumbs in his boxers. There wasn’t much to take off. Ryan slid his boxers to the floor, stepping out of them.

  “Kneel, sub.”

  Ryan teased Trent by hesitating a second before he got down onto his knees. His cock flexed hard, giving the air a one-two uppercut that would’ve knocked a man to the ground. Trent brushed his hands through Ryan’s hair, tilting his chin up.

  “You will call me master. It’s time you learned your place as my sub.”

  “Master,” Ryan whispered.

  Ryan turned his cheek into his palm, kissing Trent’s hand. He loved him so very much but didn’t know how to tell him without scaring both of them.

  “I won’t let you give up on us,” Trent said.

  Ryan’s dick quaked as he awaited Trent’s next move.

  “Get on your hands. You need to be punished,” Trent ordered.

  Ryan felt Trent caress his balls as he kneeled down and waited. His cock clenched hard, making pre-cum drip from his dick as he heard Trent moving around the room. Trent walked in front of Ryan, swinging a paddle in front of him. A violent tremor of erotic anticipation fluttered through his body. He wanted Trent to paddle him, fuck him, hug him, and love him before the night was over. The smooth wood was rubbed over his backside before it was pulled away. Ryan felt the whack of wood smack his ass. His cock bounced up, hitting his flexed abdomen. Pre-cum left a wet spot on his skin before his cock jerked back. Trent rubbed his hand over his warm, stinging ass, rubbing his thumb down over his anus. Ryan relaxed into his touch, arching his ass back. Trent chuckled at his eagerness to please both of them. The sound of his laughter was so unexpected that the sensual hum of it nearly made Ryan come. Ryan loved the deep vibration of his laughter. Trent smacked Ryan’s ass again, taking his excitement to another level. He cried out as the next hit nearly made his spunk fly. Trent’s free hand rubbed over his ass, heightening Ryan’s sensations. Another whack sent Ryan’s balls bouncing back and forth. Trent smoothed his hand down over his perineum.

  Ryan felt his orgasm building hard.

  Just when Ryan knew he couldn’t take anymore, Trent tossed aside the paddle. He kneeled between Ryan’s legs, centering his cockhead on his anus. Ryan bit his lip as Trent pushed his cockhead into his ass.

  It was all too much. Ryan’s orgasm twisted up his cock, shooting cum out his dick. Ryan reached between his legs, grabbing Trent’s balls tight as his spunk shot. Trent grabbed his hips, flexing his cock in and out of Ryan fist. Trent cried out as his orgasm made his muscles flex tight. They were both breathing hard as Trent kissed his way over Ryan’s back and neck, nipping his ear into his mouth. Ryan eased up into Trent’s arms, collapsing into bed with Trent. Ryan couldn’t believe Trent wouldn’t let him go.

  Chapter Eleven

  Trent didn’t like being ignored. He wasn’t angry at Ryan. They both were busy with work and were having trouble finding time to meet up. Last night, Ryan started ignoring Trent’s text messages. Things needed to change if they were going to make this relationship work. They had to find a way to spend time with each other.

  The chainmail cock ring hung heavily in his pocket. His sub would need to be taught a lesson in respect. Trent waited in his car outside the hospital. Ryan’s car was in the parking lot. His shift ended in ten minutes.

  They were going out tonight for dinner. Trent bounced his hand on the steering wheel as he caught sight of Ryan crossing the parking lot, head down and black bag slung over his shoulder. His han
ds were buried deep inside his pockets. Trent pulled his car around, rolling down the passenger side window. He whistled, catching Ryan’s attention.

  “Get in,” Trent said. Ryan hesitated before opening the door. He slung his bag into the backseat as he sat down.

  “What’s up?” Ryan asked, signing.

  “You’re coming with me,” Trent said.

  Ryan signed as he spoke. “Where?”

  “Dinner.”

  They drove out of the hospital entrance and headed toward the highway. Trent reached into his coat pocket and handed over the cock chain.

  “Get hard and put this on.” Their eyes met. Trent purposely used his voice to drive his point home. Trent could see that Ryan was unsure. “Do it here.”

  “Right here and right now?” Ryan asked as he signed.

  “Yes.”

  Darkness pressed against the tinted windows of Trent’s car. He watched from the corner of his eye as Ryan pulled his big cock out from his pants. Want spiraled through Trent’s blood, filling his cock as Ryan stroked himself, using pre-cum as lubrication. He worked himself until he was rock hard.

  Ryan slid the chain down his cock, lifting his balls into the chainmail. Trent bit his lip as he watched Ryan tighten the soft chain links around so that he would stay hard until he came. He linked the chain around his legs and clipped it to the ring around the base of his cock.

  “Now, pull up your pants,” Trent ordered.

  Trent could see the erotic discomfort on his lover’s face as he processed his punishment for not texting back. They were going out for pizza. Trent pulled into the parking lot and shut off the engine. He leaned across the seat and kissed Ryan, slipping his tongue deep into his mouth. His jacket covered the front of his pants.