A.O.E.M.: Finding Magic

by Katherine A. Moore

  Another shiver raced along Les’s spine. He felt totally vulnerable like this, shaved and naked… blindfolded. Though he wasn’t at all restrained, Les knew he was helpless to stop whatever Tady chose to do to him.

  It was, after all, a matter of choice.

  Something cool and wet dribbled over his buttocks. Tady’s hand smoothed the cream, rubbing slow circles over the hard muscles of Les’s rear, occasionally sliding up and down the crease in his ass.

  Les wasn’t used to being touched there, but he found himself subtly shifting his hips to bring himself closer to Tady’s fingers. On about every third pass, Tady pressed harder against Les’s anus.

  Then every other pass.

  Then he stopped.

  Les’s lungs expanded like a bellows, his cock felt ready to explode, and he waited, engulfed in his personal darkness, to see what Tady would do next.

  Warm, damp fingers found his cock, then something tightened around the base, tightened almost to the point of pain.

  “That’s to keep you from coming. Please tell me if it hurts. I don’na want to hurt you.”

  Les nodded. He wasn’t sure he could speak at this point.

  Something warm and smooth brushed over his ass. Was Tady going to fuck him? Did the little man with the big cock know he was a virgin, at least in that particular part of his anatomy?

  Les blew out a couple of quick breaths. Tady’s hand pressed low on his back. “It’s not my cock you’re feeling, Les. It’s a simple plug. Something to make you more aware of yourself.”

  Les relaxed a bit just as Tady’s slick fingers found entrance. One finger, then two filled him, thrusting slowly in and out. His cock strained, his balls ached, but the band around his cock kept him from coming.

  Then something hard and smooth and very large slipped inside him. Les grunted. He wanted to ask Tady if he’d just shoved a doorknob up his ass, but he wasn’t ready to break the rules.

  Whatever was in there felt huge, though Les knew his sphincter had tightened around a smaller, narrower end. He was still trying to adjust to the sensation when Tady helped him straighten up.

  “Feel okay?”

  Les nodded. If feeling as if every nerve in his body were exposed, as if his cock must be swollen to ten times normal size, as if his balls might explode was okay then, yeah… he was okay.

  “Good. Now this might pinch.”

  A soft tongue swept over his left nipple. Teeth nibbled and lips sucked until shivers ran over Les’s entire chest. If this was Tady’s idea of a pinch, Les figured he could stand it for at least a week or two.

  “Ouch! Shit… sorry. It’s okay… I…” Les’s breath huffed in and out like a freight train climbing a steep hill.

  “Nipple clamp.” There was laughter in Tady’s voice. “Sorry, thought I warned you.”

  Les was ready for the second one. At first it hurt like hell, then settled down to a dull ache that took his attention off the plug in his butt and the band around his cock.

  At least, for a moment.

  Tady was obviously having a wonderful time with all this. Les wondered where it was leading. He felt trussed, probed and pinched and so damned horny he fully expected something to blow any minute.

  “On your knees, Lester.”

  Okay, this wasn’t quite what he meant when he thought about blowing. Les knelt down on the floor, surprised to find a pillow waiting to cushion his knees. Tady was nothing if not thoughtful.

  “Use your hands and your mouth. Show me what you would like someone to do to you.”

  Well, if he’s gonna put it that way…

  Les reached out blindly, found Tady’s surprisingly solid thigh with his left hand. Grasped his other thigh, then walked his fingers around to grab Tady’s buttocks. He might not be a large man, but Tady’s muscles were hard as rocks. They flexed beneath Les’s searching fingers.

  He nuzzled Tady’s smooth groin, licked the root of his swollen cock. Just like Tady’s butt, this muscle felt like solid steel.

  Hot steel, encased in smooth silk.

  Les dipped his head, licked the hard length of the other man, then ran his tongue over Tady’s balls. It was gratifying to hear a choked whimper. Les bit back a smile as he set about showing Tady exactly what he liked.

  Oh, Tady thought, he’d had this planned so well, how he was going to take control, how he’d love to have the big man on his knees with Elven cock down his throat. Tady hadn’t given a thought to how hard it would be to have any kind of control once he actually implemented this long-held fantasy.

  Tady threw back his head and ground his teeth together as Lester slowly ran his tongue the length of Tady’s cock. His lips were moist velvet, his tongue hot and searching, teeth nipping and teasing.

  Damn. Tady’s knees quivered, his thighs barely held him upright, and Les hadn’t worked on him but a few seconds.

  This was going to be horribly embarrassing. Hell, he’d almost come just putting that plug in Les’s ass, watching the dark pink muscle slowly stretch to accommodate the smooth, metal plug, then tighten back down around the base. Tady’d imagined that same muscle doing the identical maneuver around his cock and had to resort to his multiplication tables.

  Now, glancing down at Les, at the golden nipple clamps firmly attached to his slightly swollen, dark nipples, to the red ring encircling his equally swollen cock, Tady realized he’d bitten off more than he could chew… literally. How was he ever going to satisfy this gorgeous giant of a man? How could a little Elf with a big imagination possibly pull off an evening powerful enough to make Lester want to stay?

  Les obviously took this project seriously. Tady rested his hands on the big man’s shoulders to steady himself, though Les’s hands had his butt in such a firm grip, Tady knew he wouldn’t fall.

  Damn, Les’s skin was dark chocolate satin, smooth and slick, totally without blemish or scar. Muscles rippled as he sucked and licked Tady’s balls, dipping his head low to swipe his tongue completely around the sac, then sucking first one, then the other gland between his lips.

  Les paused a moment, as if considering his next move, then he opened his mouth and took Tady’s cock deep, swallowing the thick head, taking him down his throat.

  No, Tady didn’t want to come, didn’t want to lose it so quickly, he…

  Lester found a rhythm, in and out, his tongue licking, his teeth scraping, hands squeezing.

  Tady moaned. It felt too good, too perfect to stop. He centered himself, finding his own marginal control, then let himself go with the rhythm, let his body open to whatever Lester did, found the freedom in giving himself over to Les’s mouth, his hands, his lips and teeth.

  Les’s thick forefinger found the ring of muscle between his buttocks. Tady tensed at first, then relaxed with the subtle press and release, press and release. Suddenly, Les thrust his finger hard and deep inside his ass, clamped down on Tady’s cock and sucked like a Hoover. At the same time, his free hand slipped between Tady’s legs and squeezed his testicles, hanging there so firm and solid, almost but not quite to the point of pain.

  Les could, at that point, have ripped them off. Tady wouldn’t have noticed. The combination of thrusting finger and compressed lips, nipping teeth, licking tongue and enough suction to take paint off walls, tipped the scales.

  Tady’s knees buckled, the air whooshed from his lungs, and a load of sperm exploded way before either he or Lester was prepared to deal with it.

  Gasping, whimpering, practically sobbing for breath, Tady leaned into Les’s embrace. Damn, he felt so foolish to have lost it so quickly. Foolish and so damned good he wanted to cry.

  Lester continued sucking, then licked his cock clean, running his tongue over it until Tady was totally flaccid and reduced to tiny whimpers deep in his throat. Then Les picked him up like a child and carried Tady the two short steps where he laid him on the bed without saying a word.

  Les stood beside the bed and waited. His eyes remained hidden behind the blindfold. His cock was so swollen i
t looked as if it might burst. His nipples, almost black beneath the tight clamps, looked like huge berries.

  He still wore the plug in his butt, still waited for Tady’s instructions. Still carried himself like a proud, if subjugated, island god. Watching Lester Ondáge standing tall and proud, yet still under control was the most heartwarming, emotional experience in Tady’s life.

  Somewhere between one breath and the next, Tady O’Shea fell completely, irrevocably, head over heels in love.

  Lester waited, his body pulsing with an overload of sensations ranging from exquisite pain to overwhelming pleasure. His heart thudded in his chest, the salty taste of Tady’s sperm filled his mouth, and he tried to imagine a time beyond Chimera, a time away from this island and the little man who had snared him as completely as if he’d been a fish on a line.

  Not one of his lovers had ever suggested putting Lester in a submissive role. No, they’d taken one look at his size, his presence, and assumed he would always be in charge.

  Even Les had made the same assumption. Then along came this little elf of a man with the big ideas and bigger cock and wham! Les might not be physically restrained, but his heart felt shackled all the same.

  After a few long moments waiting, something warm and moist brushed his arm.

  Tady’s lips. They traveled across his chest to the clamped nipple over his heart. Les had heard of nipple clamps. Never before had he experienced them. The pain was subversive, dragging his thoughts into a sensual spiral from nipples to balls and back to his nipples, an unending circuit of sensation.

  Tady released the left clamp and blood rushed back in. Warm lips suckled the swollen flesh, a tongue stroking the tip, soothing it. Les sighed, even more aware of the tactile connection between nipple and balls, balls and cock.

  The right clamp came off next. Swollen nipple licked, suckled and soothed, just as the left had been. Next, Tady helped Lester lean over a small bench. Les had noticed it earlier, sitting unobtrusively near the end of the bed with a rolled towel lying on the floor in front of it. Carved wood, padded seat, about two and a half feet high. He hadn’t given it much thought at the time.

  Still blindfolded, Les followed Tady’s silent instructions that left him lying with his chest across the padded surface, his knees cushioned by the towel, his ass in the air and his ringed cock bouncing vainly against the edge of the bench.

  Les grabbed the legs of the bench and held on tightly.

  Knowing what would most likely come next raised his heart rate. His breathing went from long, slow pulls to short, sharp gasps. Tady had to know he’d never done this before.

  That didn’t mean Les wasn’t willing to try.

  Gentle fingers brushed the end of the plug, gave it a slight twist.

  Damn… the sensation was like a shock through his entire body. Les realized he’d raised his hips without thinking, making himself more accessible.

  His cock ached. He wanted to reach down and pull that damned strap off, but he kept his grip tight on the bench legs. Forced himself to relax.

  Warm fingers traced the shape of his butt, trailed lightly between his legs and gently rubbed his aching balls. Anticipation warred with fear and desire… Les groaned and spread his knees wider. His legs -- hell, his entire body -- trembled.

  Damn, he didn’t know how much more of this he could take.

  In the same thought, Les knew he didn’t want it to end, not this amazing sense of closeness to Tady, not the wonder of each new sensation, each fresh touch.

  Once more Les felt warm lotion rubbed between his legs, over his ass, even on his balls and cock. Tady tugged at the plug, rotated it again very slowly, tipped it back and forth, pushed it deeper, pulled it back against the tight muscle… back and forth, back and forth until Les felt his sphincter relax, winced slightly as Tady pulled the plug free, then sighed as the broad head of Tady’s smooth cock slipped easily inside, passing through the now relaxed muscle without any pain at all.

  Rock solid thighs spread Les’s legs wider. Smooth, hot balls rubbed lightly against his own cleanly shaved set as Tady slowly but surely buried himself completely inside Les.

  Les didn’t breath, didn’t move. He waited for expected pain. There was none. Tady held completely still as well, as if giving Les time to adjust to the huge cock filling his ass.

  Les let out a long, slow breath, then pulled a deep draught of air into his lungs. He settled his knees more comfortably on the rolled towel and let sensation set him free.

  Tady leaned forward and draped his body over Les’s back. Les felt each breath where Tady’s lips rested against his skin. He bit back a whimper when Tady’s fingers found his cock, slick from all that lotion, aching from the ring still pressing into the base.

  “Does this feel good to ye, man? Do you like the whole of my big cock shoved balls deep in your gorgeous ass? You can talk, now. I give you permission to speak at will.”

  Les opened his mouth just as Tady reached down and stroked his balls. All that came out was a groan. It took him a moment to catch his breath, to find his voice. “Oh, God, man… my God that feels good.”

  “I thought you might like it.” Tady pulled his cock out slowly, then just as slowly thrust deep. This time, his fingers found the catch on the cock ring. He released it on the next drive, replacing the tight band with a circle of his thumb and forefinger.

  In, out, Tady’s huge cock filling and then retreating, his fingers repeating the action along the length of Les’s cock. Lester’s legs trembled. His knuckles gripping the legs of the bench lost feeling. Tady replaced his fingers with both his hands, fingers tightly laced around Les. He continued his steady penetration, his slow, smooth slide up and down Les’s erection.

  Lester’s entire world centered on the huge cock sliding in and out of his ass and the hands slipping back and forth on his cock. He felt Tady’s hot breath against his back, felt his own climax building, the sperm finding its way to the surface as Tady suddenly stiffened behind him and howled.

  Les felt every thrust and spurt as Tady climaxed deep inside. Felt every gasping breath, every muscle lock in his own overwhelming climax. Black spots, bright stars and shafts of light burst behind the blindfold. Moaning, practically weeping with relief, Les collapsed on the sturdy bench.

  Draped across Les’s back, his cock deeply embedded inside Les’s ass, Tady continued to stroke Lester’s dwindling erection, rubbing the thick ejaculate along the length of his cock.

  Les’s full weight rested on the small bench, but his heart and soul soared free. Tears dampened the blindfold still covering his eyes, but he felt suffused in light. He’d never known this connection, this sense of oneness with another person.

  Had not thought it possible.

  How, Les wondered, would he ever be able to leave this man?

  How could he manage to stay?

  Chapter 7

  Tady awoke in the middle of the night, his back pressed firmly against Lester’s broad chest, his body engulfed in the huge man’s powerful arms. A long, thick cock wedged between his butt cheeks and the soft even puffs of breath against his neck told him Lester was sound asleep.

  Tady smiled but his heart ached. Was it possible to fall in love in just a couple of days?

  Yes. Of course it is. You’ve gone and done it, haven’t you, ya dumb shit.

  He’d never felt so safe, so secure, so loved in his entire life. Nor had he felt as frightened. What was Lester going to say when Tady told him of his true self?

  It’s never gonna work… never.

  Tady shifted his hips to press more firmly against Les’s cock. He felt a hitch in his lover’s breathing and realized his subtle motion had just brought the sleeping giant awake.

  Tady shifted, rolled over so he could face Lester in the darkness. Moonlight glinting off amber eyes confirmed Les had truly awakened. Les hugged him close and stroked his back.

  “Tady, I…”

  “Lester, there’s…” Tady chuckled. “You go first.” Tady pres
sed his cheek against Les’s chest and listened to the rhythmic pounding of his heart.

  “Tady, I may sound like a fool, but is it possible to fall in love in so short a time? I… I feel things for you I’ve never felt for anyone else, man or woman. I don’t want to lose this, whatever it is.”

  Tady felt the tears rise in his throat, so hot and burning they almost choked him. He pressed a damp kiss to the muscle just above Lester’s nipple. “Aye, I must be as big a fool as you, Lester Ondáge, because I feel the same way. A bigger fool, actually, because I’ve not been truthful with you.”

  Tady felt Les stiffen beneath him and knew he had to tell the truth.

  “I’m not like you, Les. I’m…”

  “Of course you’re not. You’re little and white. I’m big and black. We can get past that.”

  Tady knew his laughter sounded more like a sob. “Ah, if only it were so simple. Les, I’m not human. I’m an Elf… and more than that, I’m an Elf of Clan Dragon.”

  “Huh?” Lester leaned back to get a better look, but his arms remained firmly locked around Tady’s waist. The movement brought their cocks into close contact.

  Neither of them had an erection.

  Tady reached up and flipped his blond hair back to display his perfectly pointed ears.

  “Well, I’ll be damned.”

  Les stroked the upper edge of Tady’s ear with the broad tip of his finger. “I can live with this.” He chuckled. “They’re really kinda cute. What’s a Dragon clan?”

  “Come with me.” Tady slipped out of bed, waited for Les to follow him, then walked out on to the lanai. Moonlight cast a silver gleam across the teak deck. Candles burned in two torches near the door. “Sit here, okay?” Tady held out a chair for Les.

  The big man sat.

  “Watch very carefully. Don’t be afraid.” Tady stared into Les’s eyes, waiting for the look of fear he fully expected.

  He shifted. Almost, but not quite an instantaneous process, he knew there would be a moment of disorientation as his brain adjusted to seeing the world through his many-faceted Dragon eyes.