The Next Step

by Black, Mychael

“The room is soundproof,” Ian explained. He guided Kale across the floor, took his cane and water bottle, and placed Kale’s palms on a flat table. It felt like leather. “There is a small window above, and a few people are already there, drinking, making out, waiting...”

  Kale stroked the padded surface and traced a wide nylon strap. “What is it?”

  “An exam chair.”

  Ian stepped up behind him and kissed Kale’s fishnet-covered shoulder as he unfastened Kale’s leather pants. The pants slipped down Kale’s thin hips and thighs. With Ian’s help, he got his shoes and then the pants off. Ian ran both hands down Kale’s back to his ass. The jockstrap kept him covered in front, but exposed in the back. Ian spread Kale’s ass cheeks and pressed against him, the hard ridge of his cock nestled firmly along Kale’s crease.

  “I brought some things with me,” Ian whispered in Kale’s ear. “First, I want to see you with my marks.”

  Kale moaned, head falling to the exam chair. “Please, Sir. Anything.”

  Ian backed up and peeled the jockstrap off, freeing Kale’s cock from its leather prison. “Ten strokes.” He bent Kale down, chest pressing to the leather top. Kale shivered, anticipation making goosebumps rise. Ian’s hand slid down his spine, then the heat of the man’s body disappeared. “Do not stand until I say.”

  The first strike landed, hard and sharp, across Kale’s ass cheeks. Thankfully, Ian used his flogger to start with, since the cane was a bit more intense and something they worked up to. Another blow connected with Kale’s bare skin and he went up on tiptoe, hissing as his skin burned. Ian kept one hand on the small of Kale’s back, running down occasionally to caress the heated flesh. The third hit was harder and Ian kicked Kale’s feet apart. With his hand, Ian parted Kale’s cheeks and Kale cried out as the tails of the flogger flicked and slapped his asshole and balls. He writhed under Ian’s hold, fingers digging into the table as he ground his cock into the side.

  By the time Ian finished, Kale’s ass felt hot to the touch and he was pretty sure it was bright red. He whimpered and hissed when Ian rubbed a hand over both cheeks. Ian parted them and something cool and slick touched Kale’s hole. Then two fingers surged inside him and Kale nearly forgot to breathe. He panted and gasped as Ian scissored both fingers, stretching him open.

  “Sir...Oh, God...”

  “On the table, boy.” Ian pulled his fingers out and slapped Kale’s tender ass, making him yelp.

  Kale scrambled to obey, climbing up onto the exam table with Ian’s help. He was acutely aware of the straps as Ian tightened each—one across his torso, one across his waist, one over each thigh, his wrists bound in cuffs and attached to rest above his head. Ian lowered the upper portion until Kale was flat on his back, then both legs were placed in the stirrups and strapped tight. Tremors raced through Kale when Ian moved the stirrups, spreading his legs wide. The position left him completely open and vulnerable, and Kale moaned as talented hands ran down his inner thighs.

  “I have quite a bit planned for you,” Ian said, his words followed by the slight scrape of a chair across the floor. He surprised Kale by unfastening the cock ring, but then something cold and slick touched the slit at the tip. “Don’t worry, you won’t be coming anytime soon.”

  Kale hissed and strained against the straps as a thin rod eased down into his prick. It didn’t go too far before it stopped, then Ian let his cock fall gently to his stomach. Kale panted and licked his lips, sensations making him shake from head to toe. He couldn’t come, not with the damn wand in. He’d had a feeling Ian packed it, and every twitch of his cock reminded him full well why Ian loved the damn thing.

  “I don’t believe we’ve had a full inspection in quite some time.”

  The snap of latex exam gloves made Kale’s cock jump. Ian gripped his balls and squeezed them gently, rolling each one between his fingers, pressing just enough to set a pleasurable-painful tingle through Kale. Ian released him and lifted his sac, pushing it up. One finger circled the skin just behind them and Kale shuddered as Ian stroked his gland from the outside. He tugged at the wrist restraints, thighs beginning to shake, but Ian kept up the torture, the penis wand keeping him from coming. Finally, Ian stopped.

  “F-fuck.” Kale gulped in one breath after another.

  Warmth spilled onto Kale’s crotch and he heard Ian maneuver something, drawing the heat closer.

  “Just the light,” Ian said. He adjusted the stirrups and Kale’s legs lifted more, easing back toward his stomach. “This is going to be a bit cold, but I need you to remain still.”

  Kale’s eyes rolled back as a cold metal instrument pushed inside his ass. It felt long, though he had a feeling it wasn’t quite that big. Metal slid through metal and Ian clicked on what Kale knew to be his penlight. Using a handle, Kale assumed, Ian twisted and turned the instrument, every move causing the tube to rub the inner walls—and Kale’s prostate. Kale moaned, but forced himself to stay still, despite wanting to grind and fuck himself on Ian’s scope.

  “Very good,” Ian murmured, pumping the scope in and out slowly, twisting and turning until Kale thought he was going to scream. Then it slipped out and Kale let out a shaky breath. “You’re doing very good, Kale. Now I need to see more. Just a slight bit of discomfort...”

  “Oh, God...oh, fuck...” Kale fisted his hands, nails digging into his palms as a speculum slid in. “Sir...”

  “Shh, just breathe.” Ian kissed his inner thigh, then opened the speculum. Kale cried out, the stretching almost too much. “A little more,” Ian whispered, working the instrument open even more.

  When Ian finally locked it in place, Kale felt the tears stinging his eyes. It was the most Ian had ever opened him, and while the burn was there, the pleasure—the knowledge that this man could see deep inside him—made everything intensify. Then Kale heard Ian move and a few seconds later, lips covered Kale’s. He opened without hesitation, whimpering as Ian sucked on his tongue. Two fingers traced a path along his chest and Kale screamed into Ian’s mouth when the man twisted one nipple painfully.

  “Do you like that?” Ian murmured. “Do you enjoy the feeling of helplessness at my hand, knowing I can do anything I want to you, inside you?”

  “Yes, Sir. God, yes. Please...”

  “Please what, Kale?” Ian reached down and jiggled the penis wand. Kale cried out, entire body going tense, his ass trying to close but unable to. “What do you want?”

  “Use me! Please, God, Sir, use me!”

  Ian smiled against Kale’s mouth. “That’s my boy.” He left Kale’s side and returned to stand between his legs. “I have some things we’ve not done that I’d like to do tonight.” Kale heard Ian hooking something up, then came a low, steady electrical hum.

  “Oh, my God...” Kale sucked in a sharp breath when the speculum inside him buzzed. The vibrations sent shockwaves rolling through him, each one stronger than the last. Kale moaned and tugged on the restraints, thighs beginning to shake as Ian amped up the power. “Sir!”

  The buzz died down and Kale exhaled a shaky breath, panting. He grunted when Ian unlocked the speculum and eased it slowly out. Despite the near-painful stretch, he felt empty without it. Three of Ian’s fingers, however, solved that problem. Kale groaned and rocked as he best he could, wanting more. Ian added a fourth finger and twisted his hand a little.

  “Shh...just breathe,” Ian murmured. He turned his hand back and forth, loosening the ring of muscle. Kale knew what was coming, but the fullness as Ian tucked his thumb in and pushed gently surprised him. “That’s it... God, Kale, you’re beautiful...”

  Kale shuddered and his eyes rolled back, the air in his lungs leaving him the second Ian’s hand breeched his body. So full...tight... There was nothing else like it, nothing else. Ian’s fingers wiggled a little, then moved inside. Kale gasped and bucked, Ian’s fist pressing against his gland. Ian’s other hand rested on Kale’s cock, one fingertip stroking slowly up and down the length. Kale had never experienced this. It was something he c
ouldn’t begin to describe—the sensation of someone so deep, touching him everywhere. He lost himself in the steady, barely-there rhythm of Ian’s fist pumping.

  “So perfect,” Ian said. He gripped the end of the penis wand and Kale whimpered as it slid out. Then Ian leaned down and licked the crown, tracing it with his tongue. “Come for me, love.”

  With a twist and a pump of Ian’s hand, Kale screamed Ian’s name, forgetting the ‘Sir’, forgetting where they were, forgetting everything but the man he loved above all else in the world, taking him far deeper into himself than he’d ever been. Shaking and terrified he would break down, Kale could do nothing but lay there as Ian withdrew from him. Then the straps were removed and Ian pulled him up, into strong arms. Kale clung to the man with all he had, whispering promises and declarations even he wasn’t sure of anymore.

  Ian kissed his hair and held on tight. “I know, love. I’ve always known.” He tipped Kale’s head back and kissed him softly. “And I love you, too.”

  * * * *

  “When I asked if you’d wear my collar, I was serious.”

  Kale bit his lip and nodded. “I know, Sir.”

  Fingers cupped his chin and Kale felt Ian’s gaze on him like a touch. He’d waited—hoped—for this moment for half a year now. He knew what it meant to be collared—obedient and faithful to his Master, mutual honor and respect far surpassing casual scenes. He trusted Ian with every ounce of his soul; collaring was simply a little extra, though exceedingly important, reminder that by mutual love and agreement, he belonged to this man.

  Ian stroked Kale’s lower lip. “You’re thinking it over. I’m glad.”

  Kissing the pad of his Master’s thumb, Kale murmured, “Why’s that?”

  “It means you’re not the type to jump into anything, especially something as serious as this.”

  Kale smiled. “It’s a big step, one I never thought I would make.”

  “Same here,” Ian said.

  “But I want it.”

  “I want you to know that I’m always here, Kale—in and out of sessions. As your Master, I promise you that I’ll always do my utmost best to take care of you and your needs, to listen when you need me to, to respect and honor your hard limits.” Ian took a kiss, the slightest touch of his lips to Kale’s, then his voice lowered to a whisper. “I also promise to push your soft limits, to take you deep into yourself and bring you back, whole.”

  Kale couldn’t stop the shiver. This was it—the moment where his one-word answer would spell their future together. He tilted his head for a kiss and Ian gave one without hesitation, Kale drowning in the man’s touch and taste. “Yes,” he whispered.

  The kiss grew stronger, Ian taking full control. His fingers threaded through Kale’s hair and he bit a path from Kale’s mouth to his neck, teeth scraping. “Then as your Master, I would hear it in full.”

  Gasping when Ian hit a sensitive spot, Kale arched, sensations sparking along his spine. “I want to be yours, Master—mind, body, heart, and soul, I want to be yours. I want to wear your collar.”

  Ian licked his way back up and stopped when he reached Kale’s lips. “Don’t move.” He got off the little plush couch in the room they’d rented and Kale stayed put, anticipation making him nervous and excited. When the cushion beside Kale dipped, he turned instinctively towards it. “On your knees, in front of me.”

  Kale slipped to the floor and knelt before Ian, thighs spread, palms on each one, turned upward, head respectfully bowed. He almost forgot to breathe when he felt metal on his bare skin, snaking around his neck. It was heavy, but he couldn’t tell what it looked like. He heard and somewhat felt the tiny click when Ian locked it. Then Ian took Kale’s hand and drew it up to touch the collar. Chain, thick links. Kale grinned as he traced it down to the front where a small padlock rested at the hollow of his throat.

  “I have the only key, right here…” Ian took Kale’s hand again and brought it up to touch a tiny key on a thin chain around his Master’s neck.

  “I love it,” Kale whispered.

  “Would you like to go out and sit at the bar? Or stay in here a while?”

  “I’d like to go out, stretch my legs a little, if I may?”

  “Absolutely.” Ian stood and helped Kale to stand as well. “Your clothes are right here,” he said, placing Kale’s hand on a pile of leather. “When you’re ready, we’ll go out.”

  Kale dressed and when he was done, Ian handed him his cane. “Shall we?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Ian led the way out of the room and down the hall. The music had picked up a bit, but it felt good, the atmosphere relaxed despite the activities of the patrons. Ian stopped at what Kale assumed was the bar, then drew Kale to stand between his legs as he sat on a stool. It felt good to just relax—no expectations, no worries about pleasing. While Kale loved submitting, he loved moments like this, too—when they were just two men who shared a need, as well as love. Wrapped safely in Ian’s arms, his cane resting against the bar, Kale simply listened to the party around him.

  Rose and Thorn felt larger than Onyx. At some point, Kale thought he remembered Ian saying something to that point. The crowd didn’t feel stifling like some clubs Kale had been in, where folks were more interested in the possibilities of playing with the ‘blind guy’ than they were in getting to know him as a person. Ian wasn’t like that. In fact, if it weren’t for the simple things like placing Kale’s hand on the bar in the shower or making sure they were always touching, Kale wondered if Ian tended to forget he was blind. It felt good to be treated like a normal person, instead of an invalid like others had been known to do in the past.

  The weight around his neck was welcome. Kale reached up and touched the collar, running his fingers slowly along the links. He’d never thought he’d wear one, never thought that he’d belong to another person, but with Ian, Kale couldn’t imagine life without it. While not overly heavy, the chain collar wasn’t light, either, just enough to remind Kale that he was Ian’s and no one else’s. And love... Ian did love him. Kale smiled and slid his fingers down to the small padlock in front. There was one key and it rested on a chain around Ian’s neck. Kale had felt it when Ian put the collar on him, his hand guided to his Master’s throat, to the tiny key on a thin chain.

  “Now everyone will know,” Ian whispered in Kale’s ear.

  “I’m glad.” Kale tipped his head back a little, relying on Ian to turn him the slightest bit for a kiss. Sometimes, Kale wondered if the man could read his mind. Ian always knew what he needed or wanted, he anticipated Kale’s movements and desires like no one else ever had before.

  Ian cupped his face and traced Kale’s lips with his tongue before releasing him. “As am I.”

  Kale leaned back against him and Ian’s arms snaked around him, holding tight. “What are the others doing? What do they look like?”

  “Hmm... Well, right in front of us, there’s a trio—two men and one woman. She looks quite content to be sandwiched between them, one in front, one in back. The men are touching around her. They’re all wearing leather and vinyl, looks like. She’s wearing a black velvet corset, too.”

  Kale shivered a little, wondering what it would feel like to be in one. “Is her waist small?”

  “It is.” Ian’s breath blew hot on Kale’s neck. “I can just imagine what you would look like, wrapped in velvet and leather, the constriction making you aware of every single breath you take.”

  “Sir...” Kale moaned softly. He almost felt the garment squeezing him, though in reality, he knew it was Ian, the hold growing tighter. Would he look good in a corset? Would Ian’s arms encircle his cinched waist? Would his Master grab the laces in back while fucking him until he screamed?

  “I’m sure we could find one just for you,” Ian murmured. “Something with velvet, so you could feel the sleek softness?”

  “Yes. Please, Sir...” Kale wanted that more than anything, the thought alone making him ache.

  Ian’s hand slipped dow
n between their bodies and into the back of Kale’s leather pants. His hole was still slick and Ian’s fingers slid right in, making Kale whimper and grind. “That’s it... Ride them, Kale. Imagine my cock inside you, thrusting hard and deep while I tug you back with the laces.”

  “Oh, God. Sir. I can’t... Oh, fuck...” Kale gasped and jerked as Ian added a third finger, somehow angling all three deep. Kale struggled not to let on to anyone around them just what Ian was doing, but he couldn’t have been still if his life depended on it. “Sir. Please. I need to come. Oh, God...”

  “So close,” Ian hissed, spreading all three fingers and opening Kale’s hole. Kale forgot where they were, forgot they weren’t alone. He arched and shuddered, his cock pulsing in his pants as Ian finger-fucked him. Behind him, Ian growled. “Get up. We’re going back to the exam room.”

  Fuzzy-headed, Kale waited until Ian pulled his hand back, then he stood. His ass felt empty and all the way back to the room they’d rented, all Kale could think about was Ian buried inside him. When they stopped, Ian opened the door and guided Kale into the room. The second the door closed, Ian shoved him back against it, kissing Kale hard and deep. Kale gave as good as he got, though, sucking and nipping at Ian’s tongue, fucking his Master’s lips, silently begging for the same in return. Once their pants were undone, Ian broke the kiss and spun Kale around, bending him forward over the exam table. There was no time to breathe, just the undeniable pressure of Ian’s cock filling him, pressing in deep.

  Ian braced his hands on either side of Kale’s head and started pumping in and out, hips grinding against Kale’s ass with every stroke. Kale moaned and pushed back, never content to let Ian do all the work. Ian nipped the side of his neck, then soothed it with his tongue. When Kale turned his head, Ian kissed him, swallowing Kale’s cries as his orgasm surprised him, his cock trapped between his body and the table as he came. Ian grunted and rocked, pulsing wet heat deep inside Kale.

  Breathless, Kale slumped onto the table, humming softly as Ian’s hand caressed his back and sides. Kisses peppered his shoulder and neck.