Survivor Stories

by J P Barnaby

  “Your eyes are entirely too wicked to pull off innocent,” Jude said, amused. “Tell me, boy, would you like to pull my shorts down and suck my thick cock into your throat? Would that make you happy?” The smirk in Jude’s expression told Ben exactly who still held power in their situation. Ben pressed his face against Jude’s clothed dick and inhaled.

  “Mmm…,” he moaned against the soft fabric and then moved lower, burying his face in the taut material at the apex of his spread legs. Jude moaned, and Ben heard the groan of strained rope against wood. He smiled and blew out a warm breath through the shorts and onto Jude’s balls. “Please, Sir, please may I pull your cock out and suck it? God, I’ve been thinking about your pretty dick all day. I want to feel it on my tongue. I want it to bruise the back of my throat when you come. Please, Jude.”

  Topping from the bottom is always fun.

  Kage never let him get away with that. Everything with him had been a contest of strength designed to make the submissive fall short. But then, their relationship hadn’t been based on fun and sweetness and… and love. Deep in his heart, Ben still had trouble believing that Jude would love someone like him, though every day he proved that he did. Just being in that room, bound to a cross, showed that Jude would do anything for Ben.

  Without another word, he slipped Jude’s shorts and briefs down below his groin, as far as he could manage with Jude’s legs spread wide. It was enough. With a little finagling, Ben slid his hand into the briefs and cupped Jude’s balls, caressing them gently. He looked up into Jude’s face, making the love in his heart plain in his expression.

  “I love you, Jude,” he said quietly and then opened his mouth wide to take Jude deep.

  JUDE DESPERATELY wanted to grab Ben’s head while his body arched off the wooden cross. His hands wouldn’t move, his legs wouldn’t move, but he tried with every other part of his body and soul to touch Ben, and not being able to do so infuriated him. The light touch on his balls, the tightness of Ben’s throat, the warm wet mouth on his cock drove him insane with the need to fuck, but he remained helpless and bound. For some reason he couldn’t quite identify being unable to move made the blow job so much more intense, like he had no option but to just take what Ben had to give him.

  His head fell back into the V of the wooden frame as Ben’s hot tongue massaged the underside of the head. When he stroked Jude’s cock with a spit-lubed fist, tingles erupted along the insides of Jude’s thighs. A low moan rolled through his chest and out of him of its own volition, and Ben’s head bobbed faster as he sucked him harder. It seemed as if Ben was trying hard to pull another moan from him.

  He succeeded.

  With his head back, he didn’t see Ben’s hand come up to his chest; he only felt the wandering fingers as they found his nipple. So, he watched, first the rolling of his nipples and then Ben’s sweet lips as his cock slid in and out of them. Gio hadn’t bound Jude’s waist, so his hips pumped forward into Ben’s mouth to fuck his face as best he could with no leverage. Ben’s eyes met his, and he smiled wide around Jude’s dick. God, he’s hot.

  The whisper of a touch brushed across the skin behind his balls. Wet and tender, Ben’s fingers drifted back until they teased his puckered entrance. Jude’s hands balled into fists, and his eyes closed, waiting. The moment fell virtually silent. They didn’t hear any sounds beyond their little scene; even Gio, who had moved around the corner to give them privacy, didn’t register. Only the sounds of Jude’s ragged heartbeat and Ben’s muffled breathing were heard in the room. So, when Ben’s fingers slid home inside Jude’s ass, the resulting cry, stifled into Jude’s arm, seemed very loud.

  “Yeah… yeah…. God, Ben….” Jude babbled and tried to spread his bound legs further apart to get more of the feeling Ben offered. A zing of pleasure shot through his ass and into his cock when Ben’s exploring digits found his magic button. He fucked Ben’s mouth faster, harder, unable to control the hot fluid movements of his hips as they sought that release just out of reach. Vibrations went up his spine when Ben moaned around his shaft. His balls contracted, tightening against his body, and his toes curled on the worn tile floor as Ben took him deep again, punching that fucking button, tearing at the fabric of his sanity.

  The orgasm ripped through him with nuclear force as he tried once again to free his arms. Harsh, frustrated cries exploded from him even as his come flooded into Ben’s waiting mouth. On his knees, serving Jude, Ben sucked and stroked until every last drop had been wrung from Jude’s sensitive prick. Then he remained on his knees, cleaning his Dom with soft licks and pulling his hand out from between Jude’s legs. After a moment, Ben rose, pulling Jude’s briefs and shorts back up around his waist, tucking his spent dick out of sight.

  “Come here,” Jude whispered, and Ben attacked his lips with unexpected force, reminding Jude that Ben hadn’t come. “Don’t worry, when it’s your turn on this thing, I plan to fuck you until you scream.”

  “It got pretty quiet in there, does that mean you two are done playing?” Gio called from down the hall, and Ben laughed.

  “We’re ready,” Ben called.

  It took nearly half an hour to get Jude down from the cross, cleaned up, and Ben secured to what looked like an old, inverted coffee table sitting on top of a waist-height workbench. Jude had to admit, it was the strangest position he’d ever seen Ben in. Ben was tied with his wide-spread knees on the outside of the bottom legs and his arms to the top legs. His thick cock rested against his abdomen, while his exposed balls and tiny hole teased Jude. He wanted to skip whatever new experiment Gio had in mind and just fuck his boy balls deep across the table.

  Gio handed him four small black pads and told him to stick them to Ben’s inner thighs. With an odd feeling in his stomach, he pressed a pad to each of Ben’s inner thighs just inches from the juncture of his hip and thigh. The other two he placed halfway to Ben’s knee on either side. Then he showed Jude how to attach wires to them and plug them into the little box he held.

  “We aren’t going to put them on his dick or a probe in his ass, but those are also options. I have that equipment if you’d like to try it in a future session,” Gio said, his voice so matter-of-fact about shooting electricity through Ben’s dick Jude wanted to punch him. With an irritated glance at Gio, Jude knelt next to the table near Ben’s head and whispered.

  “Are you sure you’re okay with this, baby?”

  “Come here,” Ben whispered back, so Jude got closer. Ben lifted his head and captured Jude’s lips in a wild, unrestrained kiss. “I’m so fucking hard right now. I’m absolutely okay with it.” To emphasize his point, he tried to spread his legs wider around the bonds, arching his back.

  “Please, Jude…,” he moaned even as Jude heard the first quick buzz. A startled squeak punctuated his plea, and his body jerked in pain from the electric shock. Ben’s eyes were wide, his pupils dilated, and he moaned as the tension left his body.

  “That good, boy?” Gio asked with a long look up at Ben’s face.

  “Oh yeah…,” Ben agreed. For Jude, the room suddenly went cold as Gio handed him the little box. Mostly black with red accents on the knobs, it felt sinister in his hands. He wanted to fling it away, but the look of bliss on Ben’s face kept it in his grip. His hands shook on the box as he looked up at Gio for guidance.

  Intensity.

  Frequency.

  Pulse.

  He had no idea how to use the box, and the thought of doing something wrong, of hurting Ben, terrified him.

  “There are two channels on this box. The way you’ve applied the pads, the left hand intensity dial controls the left pads and the right controls the right pads. I have it set at a relatively low intensity to give him pain without making it excruciating. It’s no worse than the flogger, just more concentrated. The frequency dial is how often he will get hit with the device, and the pulse is how long each pulse lasts. The A and B buttons near the bottom are the on/off switch for each channel,” Gio said and pressed the A button. Ben jerk
ed, obviously ready for the pain. His body trembled as the buzzing continued, and he jerked his hips uselessly up until the sound stopped and he dropped back onto the wood, panting. Gio pressed the A button again to turn that side of the unit off and then pressed the B button, which controlled the pads on Ben’s right leg.

  When Gio pressed both buttons at once, the whimper pulled from Ben went right up Jude’s spine. Sweat beaded on Ben’s face, and he groaned even as his erection began to wane. His hips jerked, almost spasming, until the noise cut off again.

  “Here,” Gio said and handed Jude a bottle of lube. “Play with him, get him hard, and we’ll go again. Talk to him if you want. You want to keep that connection going no matter what kind of scene it is.” Jude shoved the box back at Gio and took the lube. After pooling a bit in his right palm, he slid his hand up the length of Ben’s cock, still half-hard even with the shocks. His left hand he rested on Ben’s head.

  “Are you okay?” he asked quietly while stroking Ben’s cock slowly. Ben moaned, jerking up to fuck Jude’s tight fist. Jude leaned down and kissed Ben’s cheek, waiting for an answer. Ben slowly opened his eyes, his pupils blown wide.

  “I’m floating. God, it’s so good. Please, Sir?” Ben asked, his eyes unfocused and his voice almost ethereal.

  “Please, what, boy?” Jude asked, his own cock responding to the plea in Ben’s voice.

  “Please, fuck my ass with your fingers while you jack me off. Turn the machine on, turn it up, make it more intense. Use a probe in my ass so it shocks me from the inside. Use it on my dick. God, please, Sir, make me come. Please… Jesus,” Ben cried that last part. Jude could see his desperation, his ache so fucking plainly on his face. Jude’s eyes met Gio’s, and the older Dom nodded his validation. Ben wanted it, and he needed Jude to give it to him.

  Gio pressed both buttons on the box just as Jude slid two fingers into Ben.

  “Oh Jesus…. Oh God…,” Ben cried, his body alive with movement, pain, and ecstasy. First, he tried to push his ass down onto Jude’s fingers, his legs tight and shaking from the pain of the electrified pads. Then he jerked up, fucking Jude’s slick fist around his cock.

  “Oh shit…. Oh fuck…. Again….”

  Jude found Ben’s prostate and rubbed it. His fist on Ben’s dick never slowed, even as the next bout of pain racked Ben’s body. Jude’s own dick throbbed in his shorts from the arousal filling the room like a fog.

  “Please…. Fuck, please, Sir, can I come?”

  Jude couldn’t believe Ben would want to come after being shocked with electric pads, but the throbbing under his fingers made that very clear. As he listened to his boy beg, something slid in place inside him. He wouldn’t be able to do some of the things Ben wanted.

  But some of them, he could.

  “No.”

  Jude reached back, took the box from Gio, and turned it off. Then he pulled the pads from Ben’s legs, like removing four big Band-Aids. Ben cried out, but Jude slapped the sensitive insides of his thighs in response. His hips jerked up for more, and Jude started working on the knots holding Ben’s knees to the table legs. Gio went to the top of the table and untied his hands.

  “No, I want those,” Jude told Gio, who had been coiling the ropes from Ben’s arms. He handed them to Jude and waited for Ben’s legs to be untied.

  “You’re going to retie him?” Gio asked, and smiled when Jude nodded. “Do you need help?”

  “No, I’m not going to do anything complicated. I can call for you when we’re done.” If the newfound authority in Jude’s voice surprised Gio, he didn’t comment. He simply went back up the hall and left Jude to his boy.

  Jude went over to the stack of props while Ben lay catching his breath on the table. He found a brass headboard standing by itself against the wall and brought it over to where Ben lay. He set it on the floor and beckoned Ben to join him.

  “On your hands and knees, legs wide, boy,” he growled in Ben’s ear.

  It took surprisingly little time for Jude to bind Ben to the frame, spreading his legs impossibly wide and tying his wrists so they could support his upper body weight even during a hard fucking. With his boy secure, Jude dropped the shorts and briefs onto the floor in front of the frame. He knelt on them to cushion his knees and held his dick out to Ben.

  “Suck me, boy. Make me hard so I can fuck you.” Jude was already most of the way there just from the sight of Ben spread on the floor, naked and helpless for him. Carefully so he didn’t lose his balance, Ben leaned forward, barely able to take the head of Jude’s cock into his mouth.

  “You must not want it very badly,” Jude chided. With a strangled whimper, Ben rocked his body back and forth, taking Jude’s dick a fraction of an inch deeper with each sway. Jude wasn’t sure if Ben managed to move farther each time, or if he himself pushed forward in an effort to feel that hot sweet mouth on his cock.

  “That’s it, you little whore. Look how wide you’re spread for me. You want me to stretch your little hole, don’t you? Maybe I’ll use a dildo, would you like that?” Jude grinned at Ben’s disappointed moan against his skin. “Oh, you don’t like that? Maybe I’ll fuck you until I fill you with my come, but not let you come at all? Would that be better?”

  Ben’s head shot up, Jude’s dick still barely in his mouth. His eyes were wild, disbelieving, and maybe even a little pitiful. Jude pulled his cock out of Ben’s mouth and stood. Grabbing the lube as he passed the side table, he knelt between Ben’s wide-stretched legs and drizzled the cold lube right against Ben’s exposed hole. It coated the little pucker, and then droplets rolled down over Ben’s perineum and balls, making him shiver.

  Putting a little more lube on his dick, Jude pressed the head against Ben’s entrance and drove carefully forward. Ben’s back arched despite his spread position and he laid the side of his face against the brass headboard, his hands fisted around one of its intricate spirals. A long moan escaped Ben, and Jude slapped him hard on the ass, leaving a faint red handprint.

  “Oh God, yeah…. Please, Jude.”

  Jude pulled back and slammed into Ben again, slapping the other ass cheek as his cock pounded the tiny hole. As his thrusts sped, Ben’s moaning became continuous, punctuated by louder grunts each time Jude drove all the way in. His captive sub squirmed against his bonds, trying to slam his ass back onto Jude’s cock. Jude reached around Ben’s body and gave his cock a vicious slap.

  “You seem to forget who is in charge here, boy,” Jude growled in his ear, and the attempts to hump his cock stopped. “That’s it, you’ll take what I give you, won’t you?” Another moan, more grunting and slapping, and Jude nearly lost himself to the sensation, to the cacophony of sound, and to the smell of sweat and sex permeating the small room. It smelled like men fucking, virile and hot.

  Lube glistened around the red palm prints on Ben’s ass. They felt hot and wet against his hip when Jude leaned forward again and wrapped his lubed hand around Ben’s cock. He jerked it in time with his thrusts, and then faster. He was getting close, and he wanted to drive Ben over the edge first because a Dom takes care of his boy.

  “Do you want to come for me, boy?” he asked quietly from where his head rested between Ben’s shoulder blades. Ben whimpered, a broken, urgent sound.

  “Yes, Sir, please. If you want me to, I want to come for you,” he replied sweetly, and Jude believed him. He could hear the sincere need to please him in Ben’s voice.

  “Do it, then, baby. Come for me,” he said in barely more than a whisper. Ben heard, because he began rocking again, pushing back against Jude, chasing that all-encompassing feeling. Jude brought his knees together, changing the angle of penetration, shooting for the best angle to….

  “Oh fuck… there, Jude, please…. Jesus,” Ben cried.

  Jude fucked him hard, holding that angle, slamming into him. Suddenly Ben’s ass became impossibly tight, he wailed in a choked voice, and Jude’s hand filled with wet, sticky come. Even as Ben’s orgasm shot out of his cock, Jude wrapped both arms
around his waist and held him still while he drove relentlessly into him. The friction, the helpless cries, the look on Ben’s face, turned to the side, they all stoked a fire in his balls, building until he could no longer contain it. The orgasm burst through him, starting at the base of his spine and racing out of his cock. He drove deep into Ben, filling his ass, marking him.

  Reaching up, he put a hand around Ben’s head, his palm resting on Ben’s forehead, and pulled up sharply. He felt Ben’s gasp, just as he felt Ben’s ass tighten around his softening cock. Ben panted, his head slick with sweat. Jude put his lips against Ben’s ear and growled a single word full to bursting with implication.

  “Mine.”

  Ben understood. He turned his head slowly, seeking Jude’s lips, which he found. After a long and breathless kiss, he pressed his cheek to his Dom’s and whispered.

  “Yours, Sir. Always, yours.”

  Epilogue

  “HEY SAL!” Ben said, adrenaline and anticipation making his voice louder than he’d intended. Jude put a hand on the back of his neck, and he calmed. Ben looked back to his Dom, like a golden Adonis in his tight jeans and leather harness. He’d been letting his hair grow these last few months, so it fell across his forehead in gentle waves. Jude smiled, lighting up the dimly illuminated bar, and his steely eyes held wicked promise for Ben. Gio would be doing the demonstration, but Jude would take care of him afterward, in every way possible. Maybe they could ring in spring with a fuck in the back of his pickup. Ben’s cock, already lengthening in his jock, tried hard to peek out of the top but Ben adjusted and looked up at his handler.

  “How you doin’, boy?” Sal asked, the concern in his eyes genuine as his eyes followed the trail of road rash down the side of Ben’s face.

  “Better. The knee is almost healed, but we wrapped it just in case. Everything else is okay.” Ben glanced around the Inferno and noticed that everything seemed the same. The last time he’d set foot in this bar, he’d been collared by a very different man. “It all looks the same, even though my life changed the last night I was here.” A chill ran though him, and Jude stopped his conversation with Gio to wrap his arms tightly around Ben. Though he held his own conversation with someone else, he still monitored Ben, still stood on guard to protect him. God, Ben loved that feeling.