Easing the zipper over the sub’s growing erection, Calen pushed his pants down and watched them as they fell to the floor. Giving Brent’s ass a quick pat, he stepped back. “Pick up your clothes and fold them neatly on the chair in the corner.”
Brent’s quiet reply was slightly breathy. “Yes, Sir.”
Watching as Brent moved around the room picking up his clothes and putting them away as he’d been told, Calen had to admire the sub. He was beautiful. When Brent was finished, he came back over to Calen and waited.
He already seemed so much more relaxed, but Calen wanted to make sure he did his best to put the sub in the right frame of mind. Reaching up to cup Brent’s face, Calen leaned in and gave him another quick kiss. “Go lie on the bed, face down.”
“Yes, Sir.” The low response held more curiosity than when they’d first started, but Brent didn’t say anything else. He simply walked over to the bed and lay down close to the edge.
Taking a minute to walk around the room and grab everything he needed, Calen went to where Brent was patiently waiting for him. Head tilted to the side, Brent’s gaze had followed Calen around the room. He hadn’t said anything, but Calen could tell that Brent was wondering what the plan was.
Setting his supplies at the end of the bed near Brent’s feet, so the sub couldn’t see everything that he had, Calen grabbed the lotion first. Warming some up in his hands, Calen started at Brent’s feet and worked his way silently up the sexy sub’s body.
Brent’s surprise was evident, but he still didn’t say anything. The only sounds he made were low rumbles of pleasure. By the time Calen had reached Brent’s butt, the sub was relaxed, his legs spread slightly open, and his whole body seemed to be sinking into the bed.
Letting his hands caress and touch, Calen took the time to not only help Brent calm down but to learn what he liked as well. Where he liked a firmer touch. Where it only took the lightest caress to make him sigh and arch into Calen’s hand. Where it would make him moan with pleasure and need.
When Calen told Brent to roll over onto his back, it was no surprise to see the full length of Brent’s erection straining up towards his stomach. He had plans for that, but not yet. Taking his time to learn the front of Brent’s body as thoroughly as he’d done the back, Calen waited to touch the sub’s cock until last.
By the time he’d worked his way back down Brent’s torso to his cock, his sub was fighting the urge to move. No longer relaxed and pliant, Brent was straining to remain still. Running his hands up Brent’s rigid length, Calen felt his own arousal surge. A large part of him wanted to keep going and see how far he could push his sub before he came but unfortunately, that wasn’t the plan.
Letting his fingers caress the head of Brent’s cock, Calen teased at the weeping slit which was dripping with pre-cum. Trailing his fingers down the sensitive underside, Calen smiled as Brent gripped the bed, doing his best to lay still. Calen knew that all his sub wanted was to thrust up and beg for more but even if he would’ve been that naughty, it wouldn’t have done any good.
Brent had already gotten to come several times today, now it was time for him to focus on his Master’s pleasure. Reaching down to the bottom of the bed, Calen grabbed the cock ring he’d picked out earlier. Because this model wrapped around an erect or relaxed penis, Calen didn’t have to worry about easing it over his sub’s impressive dick. Once he had it fitted, and he knew Brent wasn’t going to be coming anytime soon, he gave Brent one last touch to watch him squirm.
Picking up the remaining items off the end of the bed, he leaned over and gave Brent a slow kiss. He’d started out planning to give him a quick kiss but as soon as his lips touched Brent’s, Calen knew that wouldn’t cut it.
Tasting his soft, tender lips, Calen knew he’d never get enough of kissing Brent. Full smooth lips met his as he nibbled and claimed. By the time he pulled away, they were both breathing hard and desperate for more.
It was time for more, but not what his sub would expect.
“Go into the living room and wait in front of the couch. Show me how pretty you look kneeling for me again.” The image in his head from the club was almost innocent, but this time, having Brent on his knees would be far from innocent.
Brent blinked up at him and it took a second for the words to connect. “Yes, Sir.”
Watching his sexy sub climb off the bed, Calen followed Brent out to the living room, thoroughly enjoying the view. To Calen’s way of thinking, anyone who thought a sub should follow their Master was an idiot.
As his beautiful submissive gracefully displayed himself in the center of the room, Calen found himself standing in the doorway admiring him. He knew Brent was sometimes frustrated because he didn’t look like what people thought a submissive should be but to Calen, he couldn’t be more perfect. He just had to get Brent to see it as well.
CHAPTER 12
Brent
The posture and movements were automatic for Brent, but the feeling of kneeling in Calen’s living room while his Dom watched was very different. He was actually submitting for Calen. It was nothing like what he’d expected.
With slow, careful touches, Calen had his whole body singing. With a touch that was sometimes erotic and sometimes tender, Calen made him feel like the center of his entire world. And that was just the beginning.
Brent could see the plans and ideas dancing around in Calen’s mind. He couldn't wait to see what else his Dom had in store for them. But he knew there would be no way to guess. Every time he thought he understood what would happen next, his Dom would surprise him. The massage was a perfect example.
Waiting while Calen stood in the doorway, all Brent could do was to try to be patient. Maybe it was the massage, or maybe it was knowing that his submission wasn’t just for a few hours this time, but everything felt much easier than he’d expected.
He’d been so stressed and overwhelmed earlier but that had all faded. As Calen pushed away from the doorframe, Brent took a deep breath and focused on the floor in front of the couch. He would have loved to have watched Calen, but he knew better, and he wanted Calen to see that.
Calen stayed right outside of his field of vision but Brent could sense him as his Dom came up behind him.
“You look incredible. So good, in fact, you’re going to stay like this so I can admire my beautiful submissive.” Calen’s voice was sexy and rough.
Brent wasn’t sure what Calen meant, but he was completely surprised when a blindfold was wrapped around his eyes. Calen must have noticed his start because his Dom made a soothing sound and started running his hands through Brent’s hair.
“Shh. You’re not going to move. Nothing is going to happen. You’re going to stay right here for me to look at. The only thing that might be different is that I’m going to make sure you don’t have anything else to focus on but kneeling right here.” Calen’s voice was warm and soothing, settling nerves Brent hadn’t even realized he had.
There wasn’t anything to say. It wasn’t like the scene was anywhere near his limits and he didn’t have any reason to be jumpy. But he wanted Calen to know everything was fine, so he responded anyway. “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s good. Now I’m going to put ear plugs in you, subbie. You’re not going to be able to hear anything, but you don’t need to.” Calen’s words came out slow and even, like he was trying to settle a skittish horse.
Why was he so nervous?
He trusted Calen. Hell, Brent wanted this. He’d wanted this for so long. It wasn’t even a particularly edgy scene. He even liked sensory play. He knew how relaxing it was going to be once he got in the right headspace.
Maybe that was the problem.
It had been so long since he’d been able to turn over control to someone. Not only let them be in charge during a scene but really give himself to another person. Maybe he simply needed to remember how much he liked this. “Yes, Sir.”
Again, there was nothing else to say. Eyes covered, head down, he waited until he felt th
e tickle of Calen’s fingers near his ears. “That’s it.”
One hand trailed over his body as the other fit the plug in one ear. Calen’s touch made him want to arch and beg but that wasn’t possible, so he tried to let the warmth soak into him. Over his chest and down to caress his erection, Calen’s words felt as good as his caress.
Little thoughts and phrases kept escaping his Dom, and Brent wasn’t even sure he realized it. Telling Brent how incredible he was…how beautiful…how perfect…It was like basking in the sun and soaking up the wonderful warmth after a winter of cold, cloudy days.
Except this time, Calen was his sun.
As the other ear plug slid in and the sounds faded away, Brent could still feel the trail of Calen’s fingers as they traced invisible paths along his cock and legs. When all he had to focus on was that gentle touch, everything seemed magnified.
The drag of Calen’s fingers against his skin sent shivers through his body. And as ridiculous as it was, he could almost feel the heat of Calen’s gaze. His Dom wanted to watch him—wanted to display his body just for his Dom’s pleasure. As Calen moved away, Brent found that he could feel his Master’s movements through the floor.
The shifts in the boards and the vibrations carried up through his legs. It was another little thing he never would have noticed, but now it made the sensation of being watched even stronger. Master was there and wanted to see what a pretty sub Brent was.
Master thought he was beautiful.
Thoughts tumbled around in Brent’s brain. Imagining how Calen saw him. He tried to picture if he was sitting straight enough, and if he was kneeling correctly. Slowly, though, as he knelt in the quiet, some of the jumble in his head seemed to fade away.
Fleeting ideas floated into his head but just as quickly they were gone. His body seemed to settle into the floor and it was almost as if he could have stayed there forever. Knowing that by being silent and still he could please his master helped push the remaining thoughts from his mind.
He had no idea how long he knelt there waiting, but at some point, the time didn’t matter. Everything was still and peaceful. It had been so long since there was that much tranquility, Brent let it draw him in.
When the touch came, the gentle caress sent lightning through his body. It was softer than the most delicate touch of a finger, but as the sensation moved up his legs and over to his cock, Brent thought he might lose his mind.
Uncontrollable shivers raced up his body, and he felt a moan vibrate in his chest. As the touch traveled up his torso and circled around his nipples, Brent knew he moved but he couldn’t seem to help himself. Arching, he strained to get even closer but when his body begged for more, the caress moved away down his body again.
Circling his erect, trapped cock, it seemed to delight in pushing him to the edge. Shaking, Brent realized he was talking, but his brain couldn’t keep track of the words. Every part of him was focused solely on the maddening pleasure that racked his body.
When the ear plugs finally came out, and the fabric was removed from his eyes, Brent was overwhelmed and desperate. It took a few long seconds before Calen’s words made sense.
“You did such a good job. So beautiful. So perfect.” The words were loving and filled with emotion. “Watching you present yourself for me. Having that incredible cock on display for me.”
It wasn’t until Calen’s words brought Brent’s attention back to his erection that the sub realized his Dom was still touching him. The feather dragged over his skin in the lightest, fleeting touch but it was overwhelming.
“Master.” Brent could hear the plea in his voice but he wasn’t even sure what he was begging for.
“Are you ready to please me? Are you ready for me to use your body for my pleasure?” The words were erotic enough that they sent passion through Brent, but the look on Calen’s face made them even hotter. Seeing how badly he wanted his submissive sent need racing through Brent again.
“Yes, Master. Please.”
Calen took his hands and started to rise. Following his master, Brent only wanted to obey. As Master helped him to stand, Brent felt the strain and prickles in his muscles. Giving him a moment to steady himself, Calen waited and watched.
When Brent was steadier, Calen started leading him back to the bedroom. His brain was still foggy and body oversensitive, but all he wanted to do was please Calen. The Dom’s words were soft and low as he directed Brent to lie on the bed.
As Brent lay down, Calen went around and started adjusting something near the corners of the mattress. “Stretch out, love. That’s good. Arms and legs open for me.”
Then, to Brent’s surprise, Master started attaching his arms and legs to cuffs fastened to the bed. Once he was firmly secured, Brent watched as Master started unbuttoning his shirt. It wasn’t until Calen’s grin turned wicked that Brent realized he was pulling at the cuffs. The desire to touch Calen and be the one to strip him was a desperate need that was uncontrollable.
Watching Brent squirm on the bed only seemed to make Calen more aroused. By the time his shirt was off, his Dom’s impressive erection was straining against his pants. Brent cursed the bonds holding him down as Master reached down to flick the button on his pants.
The slacks and underwear slid to the floor with a thud that seemed to echo in the room. Master was naked and there was nothing Brent could do but lie there and wait. Calen had talked about using him for his pleasure, but what had he meant?
Brent thought back to their discussions and Calen’s worried confessions, but he couldn’t be sure what would happen. Watching as Calen started walking toward the bed, Brent found himself holding his breath in anticipation. When Master paused at the head of the bed and opened the bedside drawer, Brent’s world narrowed to the condom and lube in Master’s hand.
“You want to please me, don’t you, love?” Crawling on the bed, Calen looked like a Greek god come to life. Muscles rippled over his impressive frame and his cock hung long and thick between his legs. Making no attempt to hide his desire, Calen was pure sex, but Brent could see the old fears lurking in his Dom’s eyes.
“Yes, Master. Anything.”
Calen’s smile had a wicked feel as he knelt between Brent’s spread legs. Brent could only watch as Calen opened the condom and covered his sub’s aching erection.
“Maybe when you’ve shown me how good you can be, and when you’ve earned it, I’ll let you come inside of me, but not yet. You have to be a very good boy to get to mark your master.” Calen’s words sent swells of emotion and need rolling through Brent.
The idea that he would be used bareback someday and that he would get to shoot his cum inside his master was overwhelming. They’d discussed the fact that they’d both been tested since they were last with someone, so it wasn’t completely out of the blue, but the knowledge that Calen would let Brent orgasm inside him was incredible.
“I’ll be good, Master. I…I’ll be good…” Words tumbled out of Brent as Calen smoothed lube over the erection he was going to use to pleasure himself. That was when it finally hit Brent. He would be Master’s life-size dildo—a flesh and blood sex toy for Master to use. And with the ring around his cock, Brent knew Master could use him as long as he wanted.
He knew that Calen could see the exact moment when Brent realized it. His smile took on a predatory gleam and his eyes flared with passion. There were no more worries lurking in Master’s gaze, he was confident and thoroughly enjoying Brent’s reactions.
To Brent, he couldn’t have looked more amazing.
When Calen reached around behind him with two lubed fingers, Brent thought he would have a heart attack. “Please, Master. Please…”
“You want to watch? You want to see me stretch my hole so I can use your cock?”
Nodding his head vigorously in a desperate attempt to make sure there would be no misunderstanding, Brent pleaded. “Yes, Master. Yes. God, please. Master!”
Watching the hesitation creep back into Calen’s gaze, Brent could only
beg and try to let his master understand that he was more than okay with what his Dom wanted. Turning enough so that Brent could see, Calen slowly fucked his ass, stretching his hole with lubed fingers. The tight ring around Brent’s cock was the only thing that kept him from coming.
It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.
Calen shivered, and Brent knew the pain and pleasure that had to be flooding his Dom. He couldn't decide what he was more jealous of, that Calen was readying his own hole or that he was getting to feel what Brent knew were incredible sensations.
“Can I…Master…sometime…” Brent didn’t even know how to ask what he wanted. Would Calen let him?
Calen’s voice was thick with desire. “You want to be the one to stretch me next time I use your cock? You have to be a very good submissive if you want that.”
“I’ll be good…yes…please…” Brent’s brain wasn’t working, but he needed Calen to know how much he wanted it.
Brent’s reaction seemed to only inflame Calen because his Dom seemed to take great delight in putting on a show for him. Something about being tied down and only able to watch made it even hotter. By the time Calen was moving to straddle Brent’s hips, they were both so turned on they were shaking.
Straining against the bonds that held him, Brent could only arch and moan as Calen sank down on his erection. The feel of his Dom’s body as it gripped him was the best thing Brent had ever experienced. The whole thing was perfect. Brent loved getting to top, but this also fed his submission in a way that he’d never expected.
All he could do was lay there while his Dom used him for his pleasure. “Master!”
“Oh, love, you feel…” Moaning, Calen’s head fell back as he sank all the way down on Brent’s hard length. Squeezing his muscles and rolling his hips, Calen sent waves of pleasure through Brent, but there was nothing he could do.
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