by Sean Michael
“Mmm. You are one of my favorite clients, Robin.”
The rings went in easily, with a tug and a promise.
“Is he?” Stack asked. “He’s mine.” He thought Randy needed reminding.
“Only until I can seduce him away.” Randy winked at him, playful.
“Not going to happen.” It could have, though, couldn’t it? Robin had been unhappy enough to leave, and Stack hadn’t gotten it, hadn’t understood until Robin was gone.
Then he’d been hurt and stubborn and had almost lost the best thing that had ever happened to him. That was behind them now, though. He knew he had to try harder this time.
“How do they feel?” he asked Robin.
“Heavy. I’d forgotten how heavy they are.”
“They’re meant to keep you aware of your nipples even when I can’t be there to play with them.” He touched the right nipple. “These are mine. And they are always touching you. So I am always touching you.”
Robin blushed so prettily, all for him.
Randy sprayed the new piercings, making Robin hiss, though Stack knew it wasn’t painful.
“You guys don’t need the aftercare instructions, right?”
He and Robin both shook their heads. They were good.
“Give them a couple of days, but because the holes were already there, you should be able to play with them fairly soon. Just make sure you clean them properly on a regular basis.”
“Of course, Randy.” Robin took the big piercer’s hands, squeezed them. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome, honey. I’m always happy to see the two of you. I hope you’ll be back for more metal soon.”
Stack wasn’t sure about that—Robin would have to earn any more piercings, so it was bound to be a while.
Robin kissed Randy’s cheek, and Stack growled deep in his chest. That was enough of that.
He grabbed Robin’s shirt and handed it over. His boy needed his clothes back on, and they were ready to go.
He held out his hand for Robin, and his boy took it easily. He pulled Robin up against him and took a kiss, long and hard. Let Randy put that in his pipe and smoke it.
When he backed off, Robin was melted against him, eyes dazed and needy. He smiled down at his boy. That was the perfect response. “Let’s go home, boy.”
He took Robin’s hand and led him from the shop.
The trip home was easy, quiet, no stress, and he was grateful for it. He liked quiet before a scene. He liked to center himself.
He’d never been the type to rush into a scene with a swirl of emotion, even though sometimes his Robin needed it. Perhaps he would have to learn how when the occasion called for it.
For now, though, he was pondering what needed to be done.
Robin reached over and touched his arm, a gentle caress that went to his bones. He looked over at Robin and gave his boy a smile. He was going to have his wicked way with his beautiful sub. Then he was going to give Robin the aftercare he needed and deserved.
“How are the nipples?”
“Buzzing.”
“Excellent.” He wouldn’t have to do anything to get them there, then, which was just as well. He really ought to leave them be for a couple of days. Next weekend, though, those beauties were all his.
Robin’s fingers moved on his skin, restless, curious.
“Nervous?” he asked. They’d made love since getting back together, but this was a scene. It wasn’t the same thing at all.
“No. Excited. I’ve been lost.”
“And now you’re found. I’ll do my best not to lose you again.”
“Yes, Master.” Robin’s voice was so soft.
He squeezed Robin’s hand tight. “I mean it, eh? You’re important to me, Robin. I don’t want you to think otherwise. Ever.”
“That’s all I want. To mean something.”
“You do, boy. And I’ll prove it to you over and over.”
He felt Robin shiver next to him.
They got home and went up the front stairs. He opened the door. “You need to take your key back.” It was still on his dresser, waiting for its owner.
Robin nodded. “I want to. I want to come home.”
“Then you’re coming home. We’ll work out the details, I promise.”
“I believe in you, Master. I do.”
“Thank you.” He brought Robin to the playroom door. “Are you ready for a scene?”
“Yes, Master. Eager. I miss you. Us.”
“Me too.” He cupped Robin’s face and brought their mouths together, kissing his boy quite thoroughly. Then he pushed open the door. “Safeword.”
“Unicorn.” His amazing boy.
“Unicorn.” He nodded and tugged Robin into the room. They didn’t need any lights—the windows were large, all frosted glass, letting the light in but giving them their privacy.
He hadn’t been in here for more than cleaning and to mourn his boy. Now Robin was here, needing him.
He went over to the padded mat and stood with his legs spread. “Kneel, boy. I want you to suck me.”
Robin smiled and knelt, so graceful, so well-trained. He opened Stack’s fly, fished out his cock, and licked a line along the shaft. Stack moaned. There was nothing like Robin’s mouth. Nothing.
Robin took him in, the suction steady and strong but not demanding, his boy willing to take his time. Good. He planned to enjoy every second of this.
The blow job in the gym had been delicious, but tinged with desperation. He needed Robin to understand they were here together now. He wanted this to be the blow job his boy enjoyed, took as his due, his prize.
Robin moaned, deep in his chest, hands hot on Stack’s thighs. Each finger, the heat and softness of Robin’s skin, was lovely. The sweet boy’s head bobbed, taking him inch by inch.
“Love your tongue.” It was super talented and could make him feel amazing.
His eyes crossed as Robin’s lips wrapped around the base of his prick. One of Robin’s hands drifted to his balls, fingers measuring them, rolling them. He groaned and spread a little wider. “Good boy. Make it good for me.”
Robin smiled around his cock, tongue slapping his shaft. He grunted at the sudden sting, but he nodded too. He wanted Robin to use all the tricks in his repertoire.
Swallowing again and again, Robin pulled him in deeper, and Stack swore his heart was going to stop. “Baby… fuck. Don’t stop.”
One of Robin’s hands slid around to hold him tight. He cupped the back of Robin’s head and began rocking, pushing into Robin’s mouth time and again, taking the sweet mouth. Robin took every inch of him, then begged for more.
He loved how big of a cockhound Robin was. He loved that this was a reward for his boy, because it sure was for him.
Robin stared up at him, eyes wide and filled with love. It spread warmth through him, that expression. Better than any touch, than even this blow job. He stroked Robin’s cheek.
“I have you.” And he was never going to lose Robin again. He understood now what he’d lost, and he knew Robin was serious about telling Stack what he needed. It was actually a good thing. Stack had needed the wake-up call, he was sure. He knew he could get wrapped up in his work.
Robin manipulated his balls a little harder than was strictly comfortable, and he grunted, startled. He grinned down at Robin. “I’m paying attention, boy.”
Robin winked, eyelid dropping slowly.
He laughed, the sound throaty even to his own ears. “Brat. Wonderful, delightful brat. I will tear your ass up.”
His boy shuddered, grabbed his hips, and he began thrusting, pushing his prick along Robin’s tongue and taking his boy’s mouth. It wasn’t going to be long now. Robin was too needy right now to draw it out too much.
And he had to admit, he wanted to make his boy wild, make his gorgeous baby scream.
He gave in to the amazing sucking, letting Robin and his talented tug pull him right into his orgasm. He called Robin’s name as he came, and a happy groan vibrat
ed around his cock.
He kept holding on to Robin’s head, shivering with each of Robin’s swallows.
“You haven’t lost your touch, baby.” Not for a second.
Robin’s tongue dragged along his cock, cleaning him, stroking him. He was all but purring like one of his cats, loving every second of attention.
He stroked Robin’s hair, easing himself away, laughing as Robin kissed the tip of his cock.
“Thank you, boy. Now I’m ready to take my time with you. We’re very late on this scene. Nearly a year.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you. I… how do you want me?”
“I want you exposed to me.” He nodded toward the sling in the corner of the room. There were sleeves for Robin’s legs, as well as his arms, that would hold his boy stretched out in all directions—utterly exposed to him.
Robin shuddered, full-body, and reached for him, asking for help from him. He gave it easily, first stripping Robin’s clothes from his body, then picking Robin up and cradling the slender body against his chest as he headed across the floor.
“I love you.” Robin trusted him.
Stack slowly settled his boy in the sling, Robin hanging there, spread and open and all his. He bound Robin’s arms and double-checked that all was as it should be. “Mmm. Look at you, all open for me. All spread for my will.”
He walked slowly around Robin, letting his boy wait, letting Robin’s anticipation build.
“Whatever shall I do with you, boy?”
“As you will, Master.”
“And what have you missed the most? The pain?” He slapped Robin’s ass. “The humiliation?” He leaned in and blew on the sweet asshole. “I could totally give you an enema like this.”
“Master!” Robin tried to hide his face against his arm.
He knew his boy got off on things like that, a touch of humiliation, being forced to go through things he would otherwise choose not to. “Yes, I think that’s where we’re going to start today.” He blew again, then touched the hot little hole stretched around the plug. “You’re swollen today. You haven’t been well enough used.”
The enema would actually be good for Robin. It would make sure he stayed clean and would offer some relief to the swollen flesh.
“I’ll save the warming solution for another day.”
Robin’s moan filled the air, soft and sweet.
God, he’d missed this. Missed Robin and the things they did together. He gave Robin a soft kiss, then went to the shelves. “I’m getting the enema equipment and a pretty little sound for your slit so you don’t come until I’m ready for you to.”
“Y-yes, Master.”
“Good boy.” He grabbed a thin sound, the lube, and an enema kit. He set them on a small table by the swing and walked around Robin, admiring his boy again, anticipation drawn in every line.
His boy needed him, needed this, and so did he.
He finished his tour between Robin’s legs and slid his fingers over the base of the plug. He jostled it, pushed it in some.
Robin’s body clenched, jerking around the plug. He put his free hand on Robin’s belly, letting it rest there as he grabbed the base of the plug and played with it.
He closed his eyes, inhaled deep, loving the scent of his boy here in their space. A touch of leather, a whole lot of anticipation and need. He bent to take another kiss as he tugged the plug out of Robin’s ass.
Robin cried out into his mouth, the sound hungry, wild. He swallowed it into himself. Robin was his; even his boy’s noises belonged to him.
Stack turned his attention to Robin’s straining cock. He swatted the tiny hole with his fingers, gently, feeding on the reactions. Then he rubbed with his bare finger, pressing but not breaching. Not until he had used the lube liberally on his boy and on the thin glass tube.
Robin hummed for him as Stack pushed the sound into him, filling him right up. He groaned in return and deepened the kiss, loving on his boy.
“Mmm.” Oh, so eager, so happy to let him in.
He ghosted his fingers across both of Robin’s nipples, then along Robin’s belly. He took a moment to tease the leaking cock, touching the tip and rubbing around the filled slit, teasing the thin skin.
“Sweet needy slut,” he whispered, and Robin nodded, licking at his lips.
He grabbed the lube from the little pouch on the swing and slicked up his fingers. Then he rubbed them against Robin’s hole, just playing for now. Up and down along the wrinkled flesh, then pressing and circling his slick fingers around it. When Robin’s moans turned restless, the slender limbs trying to shift, he pressed two fingers in.
The sweet ring of muscles gripped him like a fist, holding him tight.
“You can hold my fingers in as tightly as you like, but I’m still going to give you that enema, baby.” He wasn’t going to let Robin distract him with the wonderful things the sweet body could do.
Robin groaned, trying to steal his lips again, take a kiss.
“Don’t forget who is the master here, boy.” He pulled his fingers out and slapped that little hole with the self-same fingers, giving Robin a little reminder.
Robin gasped, asscheeks clenching.
Now he had Robin’s full attention, and his boy knew who was boss.
“Tubing now, boy.” He opened the package and took out the sterile pipe, slicking up one end for ease of insertion. He held the little hole stretched with two fingers, one on either side of it. He laid the tube alongside his index finger and pushed both in.
“Master….” Robin’s cheeks went dark, almost as dark at the throbbing erection between his legs.
“Right here, boy. I’m going to feed this into you and fill you up. I’m going to give you as much as you can take. And then I’m going to keep filling you, make you hold it.” He knew Robin liked to hear what he was going to do before he did it. Robin liked anticipating what they were going to do.
“Been so long….” Robin shook his head, moaning deep.
“Yes. It’s been far, far too long.” He pushed his finger—and the tubing—deeper, working it in far enough that it wouldn’t come out on its own when he began filling Robin with water. “I have you. I’m going to remind you there’s nowhere I can’t touch you.”
Robin’s moans sounded so good to his ears. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed them until just now. He pushed the tubing in deeper still, then eased his finger out.
Robin’s hole fluttered around the tube, clenching and releasing, over and over. He stroked Robin’s belly.
“Easy, baby. Breathe for me.” He turned the tube inside Robin, making sure it was set just the way he wanted it. Then he attached the other end to the hose on the little sink the playroom boasted and ran the water slowly. He was going to take his time filling Robin up.
“No fair…. I can’t move up here.”
“I don’t want you to move.” He wanted Robin to have to lie there and take it, take it all. “You’re mine. You take what I need to give you.”
Robin groaned. Stack put his hand on Robin’s belly, feeling each breath his boy took. He stroked gently, tracing the curves and bumps of Robin’s six-pack. It wasn’t huge, but each muscle was defined, lovely.
The sweat started slowly, little beads that popped up as Robin took his will. He rubbed each one into Robin’s skin, then danced his fingers along the slick surface.
“Sweet boy. My needy slut. My Robin.”
Robin’s answer was to nod. Simply that, to nod. He pressed lightly against Robin’s belly and let the water continue to flow into Robin’s body. His boy could take more.
He carefully removed the sound from Robin’s body, then leaned down, beginning to suck gently, pulling steadily at Robin’s cock. Robin cried out, muscles going tight. He knew Robin would be arching and jerking if he wasn’t strung up in the sling. He sucked a little harder, not enough to make Robin come, but enough to drive him crazy, to distract him.
To add to the sensations inside him and make him fly.
Poi
nting his tongue, he pressed it into the tip of Robin’s slit, playing with it. Then he hummed, giving Robin yet another sensation.
“Master. Master, please. I love you.”
Smiling, he pulled off Robin’s cock. “I love you too, baby. That’s why this is going to take a long time and drive you crazy.” He blew against Robin’s belly.
Robin groaned softly, swaying in the sling.
“You about full?” He checked Robin’s belly and turned off the water. “I think you are.”
He began to lightly tap Robin’s ass, just barely warming it, knowing how sensitive it would be.
“You hold on to the water when I take out the tubing. I’ll let you know when you can let it go.” He grabbed a bucket and set it beneath the sling to be ready when it was needed, then he carefully pulled the tubing from Robin’s body, setting it aside.
“No. Please. Please let me up.”
“No. You’re fine exactly where you are.”
Robin’s cock jerked, and he hid his smile. He knew what turned Robin on.
“Please, Master! Please, I can’t do this!” There was nothing so free as his bound Robin.
He rubbed Robin’s belly, then tapped his ass a few times, teasing Robin. Giving his boy even more sensation.
Robin screamed for him, and he laughed. Silly man. He did love the sound, though, loved how he could make Robin scream.
“Hold on for another moment.”
“Master….” Oh, there would be tears soon. Cathartic sobs that would help Robin get past their breakup.
“I have you,” he told Robin. It was a promise.
“I can’t do this!”
“You can do anything, boy. Anything at all.” He continued to rub Robin’s belly.
Robin fought it manfully, twisting and begging to be allowed up, but that wasn’t going to happen.
“You’ve got this, Robin.” He stroked Robin’s cock a few times.
“I don’t want to….” A single tear leaked down Robin’s cheek.
“You don’t want to have it?” Stack asked, fiddling with Robin’s cock, his balls. Not really stroking or touching as much as just dancing his fingers over the hot flesh.
“I don’t want to let go.” Robin’s cock jerked, and he groaned.
