by K. L. Hiers
“Yes,” Tom weakly croaked. “Please.”
Cypress deftly picked Tom up, cradling him in his powerful arms as he said, “Let’s go.”
Tom’s ass was stinging, and he felt certain he’d be able to count finger marks in his cheeks for days to come. He loved how easily Cypress could carry him. It made him feel small and safe, and he nuzzled into Cypress’s shoulder as they moved to his bedroom.
Cypress nudged the door closed with his foot, muttering, “Don’t need Mister Doodles interfering, no matter how noble her intentions. Mmm, come on. Roll over on your stomach.”
As Cypress set him down on the bed, Tom lazily flipped over as commanded. He breathed in the familiar scent of his fabric softener mixed in with Cypress’s cologne all over his skin. He could feel his pulse throbbing in his cheeks, hot and stinging, and he waited for his next order.
To his surprise, Cypress stretched out next to him, massaging his sore ass as he praised, “You did so well. You’re such a good boy. Feels good, hmm?”
“Yes, sir,” Tom breathed. “I feel… lighter.”
“When we’re done, you and I are going to have a nice, long talk about what you do for a living,” Cypress said, kissing Tom’s shoulder. “Not to be ironic, but I think taking care of the dead is killing you.”
“No, it’s… it’s my life.” Tom struggled against the euphoric fog clouding his thoughts. “It’s what I love. I love being able to help people.”
“Mm, but what about helping yourself, Tom?” Cypress sighed. “You think about everyone else’s pain, people you only meet for a moment, more than your own.”
“I can take it,” Tom insisted.
“Can you?” Cypress sounded like he was smiling. “We’ll see.” He glanced around the sparse bedroom. “Do you have lube in here?”
“Bathroom,” Tom replied. “In the shower.”
“Ohhh.” Cypress was definitely smiling. “And what is it doing in there, I wonder?”
“Stuff.”
“What kinda ‘stuff’?” Cypress teased.
“Butt stuff.”
Cypress laughed, smooching Tom’s shoulder again. “Mmm, wait here. I’ll be right back.”
Tom couldn’t have moved if he wanted to. He was still floating in a happy little cloud, his ass throbbing and spreading the warmth all the way down to his toes. He was so relaxed, and he could have easily fallen asleep like this.
Ah, but Cypress had other plans for him.
He could sleep later.
“Sit up for me, Tom,” Cypress said, pressing the bottle of lube into his hand as he moved. “Scoot back against the headboard.”
Tom got into the requested position. “Like this?”
“Spread your legs,” Cypress said, taking a position at the end of the bed. “I want you to start playing with yourself. Get yourself ready for me, and I want you to tell me about what you’ve been fantasizing about.”
Gulping, Tom clicked open the lube. “You mean, like, right now, sir?”
“Uh huh. Tell me what you’ve been thinking about when you touch yourself.” Cypress leaned across the bed, rubbing Tom’s ankle. “I hope it’s me.”
“Who else,” Tom scoffed, laughing a little as he got his fingers wet. “I mean, fuck… you’re all I think about. With that. Doing that. Not like I think about you all the time like a crazy person—”
“Tom,” Cypress cut in. “It’s okay.”
“Okay,” Tom breathed, letting his legs fall apart. He reached beneath himself to get at his hole, slowly rubbing the lube around in little circles. “At first… I would… uh…”
“Come on,” Cypress urged. “You can tell me.”
“I would suck my fingers in my mouth while I jerked off,” Tom said quickly, his cheeks on fire from the lewd confession. He took a deep breath, continuing to rub his hole. “I couldn’t stop thinking about your cock… in my mouth.”
“You look beautiful when you’re sucking me,” Cypress said smoothly. “I love your mouth.”
“Mmm…” Tom finally pressed the tip of one finger inside of himself, moving in short little thrusts. “I thought about you spanking me… a lot… like, spanking me and jerking me off…”
“Definitely something we can do if you’d like,” Cypress said, easing himself closer so he could rub Tom’s thigh. “You like being spanked, hmm?”
“Yes, fuck, so much,” Tom panted, pushing his finger in deeper. It was almost too fast, but he was impatient and horny.
“Did you think about me fucking you?” Cypress squeezed Tom’s balls and gave them a tug. He massaged them gently, his eyes focused down where Tom was fingering himself.
“Yes.” Tom added a second finger, fucking his hole in earnest as Cypress continued to play with his balls. They felt so tight that it would have been easy to come, and he rocked down on his hand. “Thought about you… taking me fast… like on the counter at your shop…”
“Would you have liked that?” Cypress’s fingers ghosted up the shaft of Tom’s dick. “To get fucked right there?”
“Yes.” Tom watched Cypress playing with his cock, twirling his fingers in the glassy pre-come leaking out. He kept fucking himself, the sounds of his fingers moving in and out wet and absolutely sinful.
“Getting close, aren’t you?” Cypress teased, wrapping his hand around Tom’s cock but not squeezing down hard enough to give him any real friction.
“God, yes… please…” Tom could feel it, almost taste it, struggling to buck up into Cypress’s hand. He was pounding his hole, his thighs shaking, and he gritted his teeth as he started to tip right over—
“Stop,” Cypress commanded, grabbing Tom’s wrist and squeezing the base of his cock so hard it hurt.
“Ahhh, but, but—! Mmmph!” Tom moaned in frustration, his ribs shuddering from the force of his heartbeat. He’d been right there and being denied made him want to weep.
“I didn’t say you could come yet,” Cypress reminded him, letting him go and smacking his inner thigh. “Not until I do.”
Tom yelped from the slap, whining loudly. He nodded, trying to think clearly through the pounding in his head. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry. Fuck, it just felt so good.”
“I know it did.” Cypress sat up, pulling off his sweater and the undershirt beneath it.
Although Tom was disappointed that he wasn’t able to come, watching Cypress strip was a happy compromise. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from all that gorgeous brown skin and thick, powerful muscles.
Even his cock was beautiful to behold, eight inches or more and so very thick, its swollen head peeking out from the foreskin and making Tom drool.
He wanted to touch Cypress all over, but he didn’t know if he could.
Did he need permission for that?
“Can I…” Tom was sitting up, still opening gawking.
“Can you what?” Cypress asked. “Use your words, Tom.”
“God, can I please touch you?”
“Wherever you’d like,” Cypress replied with a smile, crawling back up the bed to kiss him. “Mm, you’ve been such a good boy… go on. Touch me.”
Tom’s hands went right for Cypress’s chest, dragging through the swirls of hair and grazing over his nipples. He loved the contrast of their skin as he explored Cypress’s body, and he couldn’t stop touching him. He felt his shoulders, the bulge of his biceps, moaning as Cypress urged him onto his back with another kiss.
Cypress was such a good kisser. Just the right amount of tongue and little nips of teeth, hot and slow and sure to make Tom’s brain implode. He groaned when their cocks rubbed together, and he let his hands slide over Cypress’s hips to grab a firm handful of his ass, encouraging him to grind down.
“Eager, are we?” Cypress chuckled.
“Yes, sir.” Tom wiggled impatiently. “I’m ready. Please.”
“Roll back over on your stomach and spread your legs,” Cypress said, lifting to allow Tom to get into position.
Tom hugged his pillows, groaning when Cypr
ess used his knees to spread his legs further apart. He could hear him opening the lube, exhaling shakily when he felt the hot head of Cypress’s cock pushing up against his ass.
Cypress grabbed his tender cheeks, spreading them wide, using his hips to rub his cock against his hole. “Mmm, you’re so pretty, Tom… look at you, so fuckin’ hungry for it…”
“Yes, sir,” Tom said, not even trying to hide how excited he was. He couldn’t stop clenching, hoping he could somehow catch Cypress’s dick and make him press inside. The teasing was driving him insane.
After what felt like hours, Cypress began to push forward.
They shared a soft gasp, and Tom moaned as Cypress’s thick cock stretched him open. The first few inches slid in without much trouble, but it never seemed to stop. There was more and more until Tom’s hole was burning from the pressure, and he willed himself to stay pliant.
“Good boy,” Cypress murmured, rubbing Tom’s lower back. He pulled back at a leisurely pace before thrusting deep again—patient thrusts to work through the resistance of Tom’s tight hole.
Tom could feel himself loosening up, the discomfort receding as Cypress kept on. He moaned quietly when Cypress’s fingers played around his hole, feeling where his cock was stretching him open.
“Look at you,” Cypress praised. “You’re giving it up for me so nicely… your little asshole loves getting fucked, hmm? You like this? Being full of cock?”
“Yes, sir,” Tom said, not even recognizing the sound of his own voice. He was hoarse, breathless, and he gasped every time Cypress pressed in. “I love it… I love it so much…”
“Mmm, good. Because I’m gonna fuck you every chance I get,” Cypress promised, suddenly slamming his hips forward with a lusty grunt. “Mm, every fuckin’ day if I can.”
“Fuck!” Tom cried out without even meaning to.
Cypress’s only reply was to slam into him again, pressing a firm hand into the small of Tom’s back to hold him down as he started to pound him without mercy.
Tom was totally helpless, trapped beneath Cypress’s strong hold. He couldn’t move at all, groaning with every ferocious thrust. The sweet pleasure skirted right along the edge of pain, and he clawed at the bed to find relief from the intense sensation. He couldn’t do anything except lie there and take it, certain no one had ever fucked him like this.
Cypress was like a machine, relentlessly driving their bodies together over and over until all Tom could hear was the crack of colliding skin and his own desperate moans. He was so full, hot, and his body was aching from being used so roughly. He was loving each and every brutal second, and he couldn’t get enough.
His head was completely empty, his world reduced to Cypress’s cock spearing his body and nothing else. He gasped when Cypress plastered himself against his back and began to whisper the most deliciously lewd things in his ear.
“Your sweet little ass is gonna make me come soon,” Cypress said, hushed and excited. “You feel too fuckin’ good. Mmm, Tom… fuck, I’m gonna fill you the fuck up until you’re fuckin’ dripping… you want that? Mm, you want my load?”
“Yes!” Tom moaned, every word forever seared into his consciousness like a hot brand. He’d never wanted anything more, pushing his hips up to take Cypress as deeply as he could. He felt so loose now, positively ruined, and he deliriously wondered how long he’d stay open once Cypress was done with him.
“Mmm, come on,” Cypress grunted, his thrusts starting to decrease in frequency as they increased in strength. “Come on, baby… here it comes… fuckin’ take it!”
There, fuck. Tom could feel Cypress’s cock swelling inside of him as he came, the immediate rush of heat making him shudder. He moaned as Cypress kept on thrusting, his cock effortlessly sliding in and out, slick with his own come.
Cypress gave one final slam, grunting low as he kissed Tom’s shoulder. “Oh, what a very, very good boy you are. You took it all.”
“Mmm, thank you, sir,” Tom murmured, his hole throbbing around the fat cock still stuffed inside of him.
Cypress pulled out, grabbing Tom’s hips as he said, “Come on. Up on your knees for me.”
“What?”
“Don’t you wanna come?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then come on. Get on your knees. I want to see you. What I did to you.”
“Oh, God,” Tom whispered, shuffling up to his knees and keeping his head buried in his pillows. He could feel Cypress’s come dripping out of him, and he whimpered when Cypress’s fingers began to push back into him.
Tom’s hole was soft and wet, easily accepting two fingers. He couldn’t begin to imagine what a mess he was, and his face felt like it was catching fire. Cypress was scissoring his hole, spreading it open, and Tom moaned when he felt another trickle of come leak out.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Cypress said, reaching between Tom’s legs to curl around his cock. He began to stroke, fast and hard, continuing to praise him, “Your hole is fuckin’ gaping right now. Mmm, you feel so soft. I wish I had a plug so I could keep you open and fuck you again.”
Tom’s cock grew rapidly in Cypress’s hand, and he knew he couldn’t last. It was all too much; the lingering sting in his cheeks from being spanked, the ache of his raw hole after getting righteously fucked, and all that spectacular filth making his ears burn.
“Can I come, please, I need to come now, let me come!”
“Come for me, Tom,” Cypress commanded, his hand squeezing down and jerking him frantically. “Come on, baby! Come on!”
One last twist of Cypress’s fingers inside of Tom’s hole was his undoing, the pressure that had been building all evening finally breaking as he came. The bliss came over him in an intense wave, and Tom rode the crest of it until he couldn’t take it anymore.
Sensing his overstimulation, Cypress let go, and they both collapsed on the bed, trying to catch their breath.
Deliriously, Tom began to laugh.
“What is it?” Cypress lifted his head. “Are you okay?”
“I think I’m gonna need another shower.”
“That makes two of us,” Cypress said with a grin, reaching for Tom’s hand. He kissed it and promised, “I’ll be right back. Stay here.”
“Okay,” Tom replied, certain he couldn’t have moved if he wanted to. His entire body felt like it was glowing, and he was sore in new and interesting ways.
And sticky.
He wrinkled his nose up at the mess between his legs, cooling now and less than pleasant. He was able to turn his head, finding Cypress had gone out into the living room. He also heard the sink in the kitchen running for a moment.
With much effort, Tom flipped onto his back and managed to wedge a pillow underneath his head.
Cypress returned with a dish towel draped over his arm and their refilled wine glasses. He set the glasses down on the bedside table, lying back down next to Tom and starting to wipe him with the towel.
It was damp but warm, and Tom sighed contentedly as Cypress cleaned him up. “Wow. Mm. Thank you.”
“Do you need anything?” Cypress asked. “How do you feel?”
“Oh, I’m great.” Tom grinned. “Little sore, but mm, feel sort of fuzzy.”
“Fuzzy is good.” Cypress finished cleaning them both up and dropped the towel on the floor. “Come on. Under the covers.”
Tom kicked his way under the comforter with Cypress’s help, immediately adhering himself to his side.
Cypress turned now so they were facing each other and kissed him, slow and sweet. He wrapped his arm around Tom’s waist, rubbing his back.
Tom was warm and happy, petting Cypress’s beard and sighing with deep satisfaction. “Wow. That was so incredible.”
“Mmm, thank you.” Cypress kissed his forehead. “You were amazing, too. Such a very good boy for me.”
The pet name made Tom shiver. “Is it always like that? That… intense?”
“Not always,” Cypress replied. “That was pretty tame, truth b
e told. We’re still playing in the shallow end, Tom.”
“Really?”
“Uh huh. But don’t worry about it. We’ll get there.” Cypress smiled encouragingly. “There’s no need to rush this.”
“I want to do more,” Tom insisted. “I can handle it.”
“We’ll see.” Cypress propped himself up on his elbow, reaching back for the wine. He waited for Tom to sit up before handing him his glass.
Tom took a greedy gulp before asking, “Are you staying the night?”
“That was the plan,” Cypress replied, “but I’ll probably be gone long before you wake up.”
“What time do you get up?”
“Four-thirty usually. Five if I’m being naughty and letting myself sleep in.”
“Ugh, God.” Tom groaned. “Yeah, I’ll still be fast asleep.” He took another sip of wine. “Wow. I’m still just… wow.”
“I’ll accept that as a very positive review,” Cypress said, clinking their glasses together. “There’s something I want you to do for me.”
Anything, Tom almost said. He hit the brakes on that dangerous invitation, asking instead, “What?”
“I’m going to text you something when I leave tomorrow,” Cypress replied, “and I want you to repeat it three times while looking in the mirror.”
“It better not be Candyman,” Tom said flatly.
Cypress laughed, shaking his head as he explained, “No. It’s going to be an affirmation. You’ll see. I want you to start taking better care of yourself.” He tapped Tom’s head. “It starts here.”
“I’m fine. Really. I don’t need to do that.”
Cypress stared at him, clearly unconvinced. “Tom, you almost broke down in tears the second you got into subspace.”
“And that is?”
“When that beautiful brain of yours shuts down during a scene. Once you’ve submitted to me, your body releases a bunch of lovely chemicals to relax you and can make you feel like you’re floating. It’s easier to tolerate pain, and it’s generally quite euphoric. But it can also leave you feeling very vulnerable emotionally, and you, Tom, got some serious damage.”
“Hey, I’m not damaged,” Tom protested, but he didn’t sound so sure.
