Golden Boy Two-Volume Set

by Claire Thompson

  Johnny smiled at Eric, his expression so earnest, his hair flopping over his eye in that endearing way. “No, Eric. It’s delicious. You’ve outdone yourself.” He took a large bite to prove it. Eric grinned at him and poured them all more red wine.

  Johnny felt strange. Here the three of them sat, fully clothed, eating dinner as if Johnny hadn’t just been naked and bound at their feet a few moments before. Eric had said this was to put him in proper submissive headspace. Well, it had worked! Johnny pushed the food around on his plate, his usually huge appetite nonexistent as he listened to the old friends exchange small talk.

  Finally the meal was over and Michael leaned back in his chair, clasping his hands over his stomach. “That was superb. But now I want dessert. Something about six feet tall with blond hair, preferably naked.”

  Eric laughed. Johnny’s stomach churned. He took a long drink of his wine, finishing the glass. “That’s right, boy,” Michael said in his gruff voice. “Drink up. That’s the last thing you’ll be doing without express direction for the rest of the evening.”

  Johnny glanced to Eric, who nodded, his dark brown eyes watching Johnny’s face. Eric stood and said, “Michael, help yourself to more wine. Johnny and I will be back in a minute. I just need to talk to him in the bedroom.”

  “Take your time. I’ve got all night.” Michael winked, grinning broadly. Johnny followed Eric into their bedroom, his nerves jangling.

  Eric closed the door and turned to Johnny, taking him in his arms. “You okay? You still want to do this? Michael was very impressed with your display before dinner. It was all I could do to get him to sit down to a meal. He wanted to break down the bedroom door while you were dressing and just ravage you. I had to physically restrain him.”

  Johnny smiled, feeling strange. He was very attracted to Michael too. Where did Eric fit in with all this? He honestly wasn’t sure what the dynamic would be. Eric said, “What’s going through your head, Johnny? You were so quiet at dinner and now too. Are you having second thoughts? This is the time to talk. Later you won’t be given that opportunity. But I don’t want a repeat of that night at the Cavern. I want to listen to you, to really hear you, okay, baby? So tell me. What’s up?”

  Johnny took a breath and let it out slowly. “I’m not sure. I want to do this. I was really turned on when you had me on my knees like that. And Michael’s really hot. It’s just—”

  “What? Tell me.”

  “Well. I guess I’m not clear on where the line is drawn with D/s and sex and stuff. I mean, he was your lover. You guys were hinting about his big cock and me ‘servicing’ him. Am I supposed to have sex with this man? I mean, is that what you want? I know I’m new to the whole scene, including the gay part of it! I feel like a jerk because I don’t know what’s expected. I just know I don’t want to fuck up anything between us—between you and me.”

  Eric sat on the bed, patting the mattress next to him. Johnny sat down. “You’re right to ask. I forget you’re so new, because we know each other so well now. I forget you’ve had so little experience except what you’ve had with me.”

  “Make that none,” Johnny interjected. “Not with other guys, you know that.”

  “Right,” Eric grinned, “You’re my sweet little virgin boy! I must protect you from big bad dirty Michael!” He laughed and ducked as Johnny playfully cuffed his head. “But seriously, let me tell you what I expect. I expect you to submit to me and to Michael while he’s here. He knows the ground rules. He isn’t to harm you or push you past where I’m comfortable having you go.

  “This is your first time in an intimate three-way like this and I’m mindful of that.” Gently he stroked Johnny’s cheek. “This night is about you, I want you to know that. It isn’t about me and Michael getting together to have sex, using you as an excuse. It’s a chance for you to explore your submissive nature more fully and a chance for me to gauge your progress in front of others. Submitting in the privacy of our bedroom is a different thing from doing it in front of another Dom.”

  His hand moved down from Johnny’s cheek to his chest and down his flat belly to the bulge in his jeans. His fingers sent spirals of pleasure through Johnny’s loins as he whispered, “I want to show you off, Johnny. You are my submissive slut boy. I want to show Michael you’re mine. I own you—you belong to me.” He squeezed Johnny’s cock through the denim and Johnny closed his eyes, his nipples hardening as Eric kissed him.

  Eric let him go. Johnny leaned forward, yearning for another kiss, but Eric stood up, his eyes glittering. “So, Johnny. This is your last chance to decide. You had a small taste of what your position will be. Michael and I will put you through your paces, to use his words. We’ll use you ’til we use you up. If you agree now, you are giving up your freedom of choice until I release you. Do you want it, slave?”

  Johnny’s cock was hard, his balls aching. The thought of submitting to these two gorgeous men, to being the center of attention for the entire night, was scary but thrilling. His lust won out over his fear. Without having planned it, Johnny found himself slipping from the bed to the floor. Kneeling in front of Eric, he bowed his head until his face was touching Eric’s soft boot. As he kissed the leather, he felt Eric’s hand on his hair.

  “Strip, slave. Come out into the living room when you’re naked and kneel at my feet.” Eric strode to the door. Turning back he said, “Johnny, one more thing.” Johnny looked up as Eric said, “I love you.”

  ~*~

  “Let’s hang him from the ceiling.” Eric and Michael stood in Eric’s playroom, Johnny at their feet. They’d had him crawl along behind them as they walked down the hall. Johnny felt at once humiliated and wildly aroused to be treated like this. Eric had never had him crawl. Now they were talking about him as if he weren’t in the room or as if he were nothing more than an object—their “boy toy”.

  Together they lifted Johnny by the arms, each taking a wrist to which they attached Johnny’s leather cuffs. Using the little stepstool, Eric clipped Johnny’s wrists to the chains that dangled from the ceiling. Michael said, “He can do better than that surely.” Without asking Eric’s permission, Michael unclipped Johnny’s cuffs and reattached them several rungs higher, forcing Johnny onto his tiptoes. Eric didn’t protest.

  Michael tugged gently at Johnny’s nipple rings. “These are so hot, Eric. Did you do it?” As Eric nodded Michael said to Johnny, “Are you ready to suffer, boy?” He twisted one of the rings, pulling it hard, drawing a startled cry of pain from Johnny’s lips.

  “Careful, Michael,” Eric said. “The piercings are fairly new.”

  “I know what I’m doing, Eric. You seem a bit overprotective of this slut, you know that? As I recall, you didn’t mind making me cry.” Michael was smiling but the smile didn’t seem to quite reach his eyes.

  Eric said quietly, “Johnny is not you, Michael. He doesn’t have as high a threshold for pain as you have.”

  “Well, let’s see what he can take, shall we?” Michael moved toward the sideboard where Eric was laying out several whips and crops. Johnny watched as they selected their toys.

  “Eyes to the front,” Eric said brusquely as he moved behind Johnny. “I’ll warm you up with a nice flogging.” Eric brushed the thick, soft leather tresses over his back, sliding it down to his ass. Johnny pulled against his cuffs, leaning back slightly toward the whip. He had come to love the feel of leather wielded in the skillful hand of his master. He knew his cock was sticking out from his belly. Michael moved to stand in front of him, his thickly muscled arms crossed over his chest, his eyes hooded. Johnny closed his eyes.

  Eric began a steady rhythm, the leather covering Johnny’s skin with stinging pleasure. As Johnny adjusted to the intensity, Eric would ratchet it up just a little more until finally Johnny was taking quite a strong whipping. His body was bathed in a light sheen of sweat and his legs were slightly cramped from standing on tiptoe so long. His skin was stinging and tingling but still leather rained down on his supple flesh. Johnn
y began to pant as pain eased over pleasure, tipping the balance, making him dance in his bonds.

  “Let it go,” Eric murmured, his mouth close to Johnny’s ear. “Breathe. I’ve got you—let go.” Johnny responded as much to Eric’s voice as to the continued sensation of the whip. He felt the sweet languor of arousal fall over him and knew he would soon be flying.

  That’s what Eric told him it was called sometimes and the term seemed apt. Johnny invariably “flew” when Eric whipped him long enough with the flogger. It seemed to happen just after the pain became nearly too intense. Something would shift inside him—he could feel it happening. The pain didn’t stop but his perception of it somehow changed. His breathing slowed, his head falling back, his lips parting, a deep sense of serenity settling over the fierce arousal just beneath the calm.

  Dimly he knew Michael and Eric were speaking, but he was too deeply entranced to make out the words. He became aware the whipping had stopped. Michael moved behind him now and Johnny forced himself to open his eyes. Eric was standing in front of him. “Michael’s going to whip you, Johnny. He’s chosen the single tail.”

  Johnny felt the sweet fog of submission rolling away, a shot of adrenaline taking its place as the first lash bit tender flesh. He jerked forward a little, pressing his lips together to stay silent. He would show them both he could take this, his threshold of pain notwithstanding.

  Eric’s hand on his cock sent tremors of pleasure hurtling through him just as the single tail found its mark again across his ass. He jerked forward into Eric’s sweet grip. “He marks nicely,” Michael commented just before he struck him across his back.

  Despite his intention to remain quiet Johnny gave a yelp. Eric had never used the single tail on his back, the skin much more sensitive than his ass. Michael laughed, a low, cruel laugh as he struck Johnny over and over, covering his back, ass and thighs in a fire of stinging lines.

  Johnny was sweating profusely now, trickles of perspiration tickling his sides. All traces of his trance were completely obliterated as he pulled hard against his cuffs, futilely trying to dance away from the relentless lash. He kept expecting Eric to intervene, to tell Michael to stop, but Eric stood impassively in front of him, his dark eyes trained on his face.

  “Eric,” he gasped finally, his expression pleading. “Please.” He didn’t say stop. He didn’t say his safe word, the word he hadn’t uttered since that terrible night at The Cavern when he’d been driven to desperation. He trusted Eric—Eric had promised to keep him safe. Johnny closed his eyes, willing himself to handle the pain.

  Dimly he heard them murmuring behind him. Mercifully the sharp sting of the lash had ceased. Johnny, his eyes still closed, felt his wrists being released from their cuffs. His legs gave way, strong hands on either side supporting him as he sank to his knees.

  Johnny expected to be lowered gently to the soft rug beneath his feet. He was used to Eric’s tender ministration after an especially rough whipping. Johnny became aware of the endorphins zinging and ricocheting through his bloodstream, lifting him to a high only sensual pain can produce. His lips were ready for Eric’s soft kiss, his cock stiff with desire.

  Instead he heard Eric say, “Kneel. Open your mouth.” Though he wanted nothing more than to lie down, Johnny obeyed, watching with wide eyes as Michael moved in front of him, pulling his jeans down his legs along with his underwear, thrusting the biggest cock Johnny had ever seen toward Johnny’s mouth.

  Eric stood just behind him, his hands on Johnny’s bare shoulders. Johnny swallowed as Michael thrust forward, his cock hard, its scent different from Eric’s, a strong musky smell not displeasing, just different. Johnny felt a moment’s panic as the huge member pressed past his lips. Then he felt Eric’s hand on his head, smoothing his hair from his eyes as he held him in place.

  Relax, open your throat, give yourself completely. Johnny tried to tell himself the things Eric would say when teaching him to submit in this particular art. Michael moved forward, pushing his penis farther so its head was resting against the soft pallet at the back of Johnny’s mouth.

  Johnny felt his gag reflex kick in, unable to help himself. Michael’s cock was so long and thick he couldn’t possibly be expected to accommodate it fully. “Not so well trained, is he?” Michael said, his tone derisive.

  “Give him time, Michael. You aren’t a donkey trying to fuck a hole in a tree, even if you’re built like one. Use more finesse.”

  Michael laughed a big belly laugh, his cock pulling from Johnny’s mouth. “Oh Eric, I’d forgotten what an incredible snob you are. A donkey, huh? Better than being an ass, I suppose.” He laughed again, but this time when he slid his cock past Johnny’s lips, he moved slowly, giving Johnny a chance to adjust to his invasion.

  Johnny closed his eyes, focusing on the man behind him, on his fingers moving gently through his hair and over his forehead while another man used his mouth. He wanted Eric to be pleased. He wanted Eric to be proud. Relax. Open your throat. Prove your devotion, your submission. Take it for me… What had Eric said? That submitting to Michael would be submitting to him, to Eric. And while Johnny couldn’t deny it was very hot to be kneeling between two men, one caressing him while the other fucked his face, his real motivation for being there was to please his dominant lover.

  Michael pulled back slowly, freeing Johnny for a moment to take a breath before thrusting his hips again, this time going farther, completely impaling Johnny on his huge cock. Johnny’s throat was full—he couldn’t have gagged if he’d wanted to at that point. He couldn’t breathe and Michael showed no sign of pulling back.

  Accept my offering and worship it as you were born to do. Eric’s words glided through his mind like water tumbling over pebbles and Johnny at last truly submitted. Utterly relaxed, his throat open, his body loose, his eyes closed, he accepted Michael’s cock, accepted his position, his submission, his essence. Yes, he was born to this—his flesh stinging, his cock raging, his pleasure and his pain controlled by another.

  Michael began to use him more roughly, thrusting in long, even strokes, choking Johnny for a second with each thrust, fucking his mouth like a rutting animal. Suddenly he exploded in Johnny’s mouth, his jism spurting down his throat before Johnny could even swallow.

  Johnny wanted to push him away. His legs were aching beneath him and he wanted to curl up in Eric’s arms, to affirm he’d pleased his master with this submission to another man. But Michael held him fast, his cock lodged in Johnny’s throat, still hard as steel. Johnny felt dizzy from lack of oxygen. There was a faint ringing in his ears and he realized he was going to faint. Still he didn’t pull away.

  Johnny felt the world tumble away as he fell back into Eric’s waiting arms, cradled by his lover.

  Chapter 5

  “You know I didn’t mean to make him pass out, right?” Michael was drinking a beer, watching Eric pour himself another glass of Port.

  “Of course. He was only out a few seconds. I think he was just overwhelmed. We’d put him through a pretty intense whipping session with no down time before you used him.”

  “Down time?” The sneer was evident in Michael’s tone. “I don’t remember getting down time, whatever the fuck that is. Since when did you go all soft, Eric? You used to be, I don’t know, more intense. Hotter. More dangerous. Now you’re like, all lovey-dovey. No offense, but you’ve lost your edge. You’re not the man I used to know.”

  Eric swirled his fine wine, enjoying the way the light caught the dark red and amber tones. “No. I’m not the man you used to know. If you really knew me, that is. Thinking back, we played together, Michael. But that was as far as it went really. I’m not blaming you—please don’t think that. That’s as far as I ever went. I didn’t know how to get any closer, I guess. Most guys I know don’t. Not just guys in the scene. Not just gays either, for that matter. I see it all the time. In my practice and among the crowd I hang out with. People are afraid to connect. Or they don’t know how. I was no different.”

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bsp; “And now you are? This kid has turned you into this corny romantic? He’s taken one of our best and brightest, one of our dirtiest, most delicious perverts and turned you into a softie?” Michael’s tone was light but as Eric looked into his face, he knew his old friend was confused and upset.

  Michael’s words jarred him. Though he hadn’t mentioned it to Johnny, he’d been getting calls from players in the scene—mostly subs who wanted to know why they never saw him around anymore. He’d pretty much disappeared from the whole club scene since Johnny had come into his life. It wasn’t that he despised his old way of life—he just didn’t have time for it now. Johnny filled his thoughts and his heart. Johnny was enough for him. But was what Michael saying true? Had he lost his edge? Was he no longer a true Dom? Had love dulled his sharp instincts, diluted the “dangerous” quality that attracted so many to him in the first place?

  Michael moved from the chair he had been in to sit next to Eric on the couch. Johnny was asleep in their bedroom, exhausted from his ordeal. Michael placed his hand on Eric’s thigh, gently squeezing it. “Well, whatever you are, you’re still sexy and hot. I know we weren’t all gushy in love like you and Johnny boy, but we sure had us some hot times, right? Really hot, sizzling as I recall. You could reduce me to tears and then send me straight to heaven all in the space of a few minutes.” As he spoke, his hand had moved steadily up Eric’s thigh, now cupping Eric’s crotch.

  He leaned over to kiss Eric. “He doesn’t own you, does he? A Dom can still take other lovers. You can do what you want. He’s asleep. Let’s do it, Eric. For old time’s sake, if nothing else. Use me as only you can.”

  Eric sat rigid as Michael’s lips closed over his. His words reverberated in his head. He doesn’t own you, does he? Eric knew it was intended as a taunt, a dare. He knew Michael didn’t understand their relationship and to be fair, Eric hadn’t really shared the depth of it or his love for Johnny. Gently he disengaged from Michael.