Benched: Volumes 4-6 Boxed Set

by Misha Horne

  The whatever had probably pushed it a little too far. Then again, too far was exactly what he’d been trying for, and the pain in his head eased up a little, now that he’d gotten caught.

  “Am I in trouble?”

  “Do you want to be?”

  “Maybe.”

  Juno smirked, leaning back on his elbows. “You’re kind of asking for it, aren’t you? You’re pushing pretty hard right now.”

  “Yeah.”

  “You could actually just ask for it, you know. Because, seriously, if you keep doing this…”

  “What?”

  “You know what. You’ll get exactly what you deserve, brat.”

  Juno threw the blankets aside and sat up, planting his feet on the floor, revealing an astounding erection as he settled on the side of the mattress. His cock was solid and muscular and substantial, just like the rest of him. Morning or not, that wood was impressive.

  Kyle licked his lips, his dry mouth suddenly plenty wet, nearly drooling. “I like when you sleep naked.”

  “You don’t give me much choice. You’re like a little space heater. Especially when you’re drunk. Now come here. I’ve got something for you.”

  Kyle shook his head, but stepped forward anyway, sinking to his knees in front of Juno when he reached the bed. “I noticed.”

  “I didn’t mean that.”

  Kyle grabbed one of Juno’s thighs in each hand, kneading the rock hard muscle just below the surface. His thoughts and needs from a second ago had all lost their focus, and all he could seem to concentrate on was the thick pink cock just inches from his lips, growing and twitching like magic as it responded to his breath.

  He leaned forward and blew across the tip, hot and slow and steady, like he was blowing across the mouth of a soda bottle to produce a hollow sound. And he did produce a sound. But it was more like a growl. Juno twitched his hips and reached for him— a hand on his shoulder, then one in his hair, tugging and tangling as he struggled to stay in control of the situation.

  “I’m gonna suck your cock,” Kyle warned him, his mouth so close that each word reached out and skated over the head.

  “No, you’re gonna to get a spanking,” Juno argued. But without much conviction.

  Kyle shifted back and forth on his knees, his jeans uncomfortably, enjoyably tight.

  “Maybe. But first, I’m gonna suck your cock.”

  He didn’t wait for permission. He knew perfectly well if he did he might never get it. Instead, he lowered his head and took the bulbous tip into his mouth, gently licking his way around it as he drew it inside. The response was instantaneous. Juno groaned, his hand tightening in his hair, and Kyle was hit in the stomach with a mad desire to make him groan more. To make him scream and writhe, come against his will if need be.

  He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but like everything else seemed to, it just tasted like skin. It was the texture that was different. The head was rough, almost like a tongue, and as he sucked and teased his way around the ridge, it responded almost the way a tongue would, bobbing and thrusting in his mouth. He released it, slipping it out from between his lips with a wet pop, and moved closer, coming forward on his knees, as Juno cupped the back of his head, making sounds that were maybe words, probably not.

  He flattened his tongue and dragged it slowly from the root to the tip, listening as Juno’s breath grew sharper. The shaft felt completely different, the skin smooth and thin and velvety soft. It was surreal to experience a body part he was so familiar with, with an entirely new set of senses.

  He took one hand from Juno’s thigh and wrapped it around the length, sliding his other hand up to his hip, grabbing onto him tightly as he took the head between his lips again. He stroked the shaft in tandem with his mouth as he bobbed his head up and down, taking him deeper each time. Partly gag reflex, and partly desire, saliva filled his mouth until spit dripped from the corners of his lips and ran down his chin, coating the shaft, making everything slicker as he slid his hand up and down.

  He worked him slower than he’d ever worked himself, using Juno’s breathing and whimpering sounds as a guide, to bring him to the edge, and then back off. Torturing him, sort of, instead of getting him off quickly. But, he deserved it. He tortured him enough. Payback was only fair.

  It didn’t feel like something he’d never done before. In fact, it felt like something he was probably enjoying way more than he was meant to. Getting hard just from having a cock in his mouth and a heavy hand on the back of his head— not pushing him down, like he honestly wouldn’t mind, but just holding him, needing him. Fuck, it opened up a whole new universe, a desire to please him that he tried to express with his hands and his lips and his tongue, relaxing his throat and taking him as deep as he could, groaning when he looked up and saw Juno’s eyes closed, his lips parted, completely under his control.

  His world narrowed to a single hunger, and he licked and sucked and groped with an energy that was instinctive, a need that was purely animal until Juno froze, and his cock took on a new kind of solidity, growing harder in his mouth as it filled to capacity. And then, it was coating the back of his throat, the warm, salty taste that he’d been waiting for, as Juno’s cock jerked its release, and the whiny puppy like sounds that seemed to be invisibly tied to his orgasm slipped from Juno’s lips a second later.

  Kyle smiled, letting the cock fall from his lips, but leaned forward and continued to lap at the cum dripping lazily from the slit until Juno pushed him away, laughing.

  “Stop! You win, okay? Too much.” He flopped back onto the mattress, panting, groping for Kyle with one hand, trying to tug him up onto the bed. “Come on, come up.”

  Kyle clambered up to lie beside him, flipping onto his back and stretching out with a satisfied grin.

  “Christ. You drained the life out of me, rook.”

  “Mmm. Is that was that was?”

  Juno stroked the back of his hand lazily over Kyle’s stomach. “You actually expect me to move now? Get up and get dressed and deal with Mackey all morning? You’re gonna pay for this.” There was no heat in his voice, though, no real threat, just fondness, and Kyle arched into his touch for a minute before climbing back on top of him and straddling his thighs.

  “What are you doing now? I thought you were hungover.”

  “I feel better.”

  He grabbed Juno by the upper arms, holding him down, pressing him into the mattress, while Juno just watched him, amused.

  “Got me, do ya?”

  Kyle nodded.

  “You know, I used to wrestle.”

  “Yeah? Professionally? Like, Juno the Giant?”

  “I can pin you in like two seconds, smartass.”

  “Do it.”

  “Maybe I don’t want to.”

  “Maybe you can’t.”

  Juno slipped one arm quickly between them and cupped the front of Kyle’s jeans where his cock was bulging obscenely.

  “No fair!” Kyle pulled back, surprised, as heat pulsed through his body, nearly losing his balance and falling backwards onto the floor. Juno grabbed him, moving lightning quick, the same crazy reflexes he sometimes used when he dove for a ball that was absolutely, positively gone down the third base line, leaping and stretching and, making it look so easy. Only, this time, Kyle was the target. Juno pulled him back up by his wrists and tugged him forward, tucking his body under one arm as he pulled his bottom half up over one knee.

  “No fair,” Kyle whispered.

  “I told you you were getting spanked.”

  “Mmm. Fuck.”

  Juno rubbed his ass through the seat of his jeans, before sliding his fingers down the back, grabbing at his bare skin. “I noticed you didn’t bother with any underwear. That was thoughtful of you, rook. Saving me some time.”

  Kyle grunted into the sheets, squirming impatiently, rubbing himself against Juno’s thigh. This was a new position, not over his knee, exactly, but bent with his ass facing straight out at the room. Not that there was anyone
to see, but he felt more exposed, even with his clothes on.

  “Look at you. Squirming and squealing. How come? Hmm? You know you want this. You know you need it.”

  Kyle squirmed some more, hard as hell now, needing the jeans off, needing the sting again, the shame and content mixing in his belly, melting and coursing through his veins like a drug. Still, he shook his head.

  “No,” he panted.

  “No? You’re begging for it. You can’t get enough.”

  Juno’s hand came down hard on the seat of his pants. He couldn’t believe how much it stung, even through the denim. Couldn’t believe that his body seemed to have stopped responding to pain the normal way, craved more, no matter how sore he already was. In fact, it seemed like being spanked when he was still sore made him even harder, made his body shake even more, heat up faster, reaching the boiling point embarrassingly quickly.

  Juno slid one hand underneath him, finding the button on his jeans, unzipping and working them doing with ease. Just enough to bare his ass, but trap his thighs together, so he could barely move.

  “No. Please. Fuck. Please. More.”

  Juno growled as he rubbed his cheeks briskly, quickly warming up his skin. “I love you like this. Goddamn it, you make me crazy.”

  Kyle’s jeans kept him bound, kept him from kicking out, and kept the smacks designated to one small area, sharp spanks again and again on the fleshy curve of his bottom, right above his thighs. Hard and fast— not a long, pampering punishment, with rubs and caresses in between slaps, but short and hard and to the point, a swift punishment for a boy who deserved to be spanked right fucking now. Who was so bad it couldn’t wait until they got back home. The burn built up quickly, the ache spreading until he knew it was going to be hard to sit, that he’d have to focus on his breathing to keep from fidgeting in his seat and giving himself away.

  He panted hard, his cock needy and swollen, precum drooling down the head and smearing along Juno’s leg as he slid forward inch by inch, so sensitive he could feel every hair on his leg rubbing against his shaft. He twitched and trembled, knowing his ass and his cock must both be glowing pink, not sure which was more desperate to be touched.

  “I want you on your best behavior today,” Juno said, his voice low and throaty as his palm crashed down.

  Kyle groaned, his mind starting to shut down the way it always did when the words came, the scolding that Juno always seemed to get exactly right.

  “Like that one, don’t you?” Juno teased him.

  Kyle nodded, burying his head in his arms.

  “You’re going to sit quietly, like a good boy, on this perfectly pink little ass, and you’re going to listen to whatever he tells you. You’re going to let me do the talking. And you are not, under any circumstances, gonna run your smart ass mouth. Understood?”

  “Yeah. Okay! Yes!”

  His voice trembled uncontrollably as he waited for the slap that would send him over the edge. He could never quite pinpoint which one it would be, which made it so much more maddening, just one more way he wasn’t in charge, not even of his own body. All he could do was ride out the pleasure and pain and heat and shame, as they twisted the fiber of his being until it was nearly worn out.

  And then, abruptly, it stopped.

  “That’s close enough.”

  Kyle let the words loop in his brain, searching for meaning and not finding any. “What?”

  “That’s all you’re getting right now. You don’t get to come.”

  “What?” Kyle twisted around to look at him, furious and panicky, but already harder at the thought of being denied. “That is totally not fair. I just gave you the best blowjob of your life.”

  “Goddamn, you’re cocky.”

  “Tell me I’m wrong.”

  “You’re right,” Juno agreed, smiling. “And you’re still not gonna come. You’re gonna sit through this stupid meeting with a raging hard on and a sore ass.” He laughed. “And you’re probably gonna fucking enjoy it.”

  “No, I won’t.”

  “No? I know you enjoyed it last night, sitting in those rock hard chairs at the bar, trying not to squirm. I could tell. You think you hide yourself so well. But not from me. You’re gonna sit there in Mackey’s office and the only thing you’re going to be able to think about is what a bad boy you are and what I’m going to do to you when we get home.”

  “Fuck. You’re twisted.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “You gotta let me come. I’m so hard.”

  “You want more?” Juno soothed, rubbing a hand over his cheeks, then dipping down between them to rub a finger across his hole.

  Kyle grunted in surprise, raising his ass up, trying to wriggle free of the jeans that were binding his thighs. The longing was deep and painful, he felt so fucking empty.

  “Need. God, more.” Words were difficult, clarity impossible. But that didn’t matter. Juno knew his body, could anticipate nearly every twist and turn, which was frustrating and reassuring, and at times like this, just plain cruel. Which was so hot.

  “I want to give it to you. I want you so bad, rook.” He stroked him again, the pressure so light it was maddening.

  “Me too.”

  Juno pulled his finger away and Kyle protested with an angry whine, but it was back a second later, wet and warm from his mouth, slick with saliva when he stroked him again, nerve endings not just needy anymore, but demanding. He groaned, could feel himself opening involuntarily as the wetness slipped over and around his muscle, teasing. His desire to be filled was nearly blinding him. And then Juno pulled away again.

  “Put your clothes on.”

  “What?”

  “We have to go.”

  Kyle shoved himself up, Juno releasing him as he rolled over onto his back.

  “You’ve gotta be kidding.”

  “Do I look like I’m kidding? Look at the clock.”

  “You’re fucking torturing me.”

  “You got it,” Juno said, standing up.

  “Why?”

  “Because you deserve it. Because I have to spend my morning dressed and in Mackey’s office instead of naked in bed with you.”

  Juno’s eyes lingered on Kyle’s cock as it bobbed heavily between his legs, and his tongue slipped out between his teeth for just an instant, just long enough for Kyle to see how much he truly wanted to stay.

  Kyle sprawled back on the bed petulantly, spreading his legs wide and opening his eyes even wider as he met Juno’s gaze and began to stroke himself.

  “What do you think you’re doing?”

  “Being bad. Why don’t you stop me?”

  Juno was quick, catlike as he bent and grabbed him around the calves, lifting his legs in the air, and slapping his ass hard. The position reeked of humiliation, and he felt extremely young and fairly ridiculous. But his body responded immediately, and he gripped his cock tighter, barely needing to slide his hand, the smacks jerking him involuntarily, vibrating through his body. Juno spanked one cheek and then he other, a firm tirade on his already burning ass, scolding him with every slap in a low, lusty growl as he ground out Bad. Boy. over and over.

  Cum poured out over Kyle’s fist, pooling on his skin, warm spots on his belly that matched the warmth inside. He closed his eyes, panting, dizzy from the quick, violent release.

  “Fuck. I thought you were trying to torture me.”

  “Guess I couldn’t help myself.”

  Juno slid his hand over his stomach, scooping up warm cum with his fingers, and raising Kyle’s legs even higher. He gasped as Juno fingered his hole, firmer this time, smearing his own cum around his entrance, thick and sticky, and with just a little more pressure, slid his finger partway inside. Not much. But it was there. Kyle’s mouth dropped open, and he pulled his knees back, angling his body to give Juno better access, a better view, would have given him anything, for just a little more.

  He slid his long finger in further, the slightest bit, and Kyle whined, pushing down, welcoming the feel
of something finally inside him, filling the empty ache, even just a little. He rolled from side to side, loving the way Juno’s finger pulsed and twisted inside him, working him open, bit by bit, lubed up with his own cum.

  “We could be doing this all morning. All day. I could be spanking you and eating you and working you open until you were ready for me to fuck your little ass raw. But you had to get into trouble.”

  “Don’t stop.”

  “I don’t want to stop, rook. But I have to.”

  “No!”

  “Fraid so.” Juno slipped his finger out, leaving him so empty it practically hurt. “Maybe next time you’ll listen.”

  * * *

  Mackey was nowhere to be seen when they walked into his office with a minute or two to spare, and Kyle’s heart slowly started beating at a more manageable rate. Moss and Hogie were waiting though, Moss pacing the room, Hogie slumped on the sofa, hat low over his eyes, his mood evident before he even spoke.

  “So, thanks for this, man. There’s nowhere I’d rather be right now. Seriously.”

  Moss spun around, eyes bouncing between the two of them. “You look like shit, dude.”

  “Baby’s first hangover,” Juno said, shoving him toward the sofa. Kyle scowled, his ears burning as he sat down, ass burning as he hit the seat. The ride over hadn’t been pleasant, but it had been short. Who knew how long he was going to be sitting now. Not there was any reason for him to be sitting, he suddenly realized. Apparently, he was being punished. He clamped down on his lip to keep from adjusting his swelling cock. He was horny as hell. This was not going to be a fun meeting.

  Moss grabbed a half empty water bottle from the corner of Mackey’s desk and lobbed it his way. “You gotta make yourself throw up before you go to bed. You’ll feel way better.”

  Kyle opened the bottle, water splashing everywhere a second later when Hogie kicked him hard in the side of the leg, sending the bottle flying out of his hand and into the air, before it rolled under the sofa.

  “Jesus! What?” Kyle wiped at his jeans, which were soaked through and ten shades darker up his thighs and across his crotch. Which was actually kind of helpful in cooling him down, but not the most pleasant feeling.