Just Here for the Pain_gay rocker BDSM romance

by K. A. Merikan

  He led Sid all the way back to the dungeon, and this time made a point of locking the door with a medieval-looking metal lock. Drool dripped from Sid’s chin, but his gaze was much less confrontational this time, as if Asher really had started breaking him in.

  He forced Sid to turn around and released his hands, but took his time running his nails over the buttocks. Such a pretty sight, no matter how much in different circumstances he loved showering Sid with gifts and offering him all the comforts. This kind of discipline was what Sid clearly needed as well, so Asher would feel no guilt for indulging him.

  Sid turned back when Asher pulled on his arm, and his gaze remained low, never meeting Asher’s as he began unbuttoning Asher’s shirt. Good. The dog had learned his place.

  “You realize this isn’t over, bitch? I’m starting to suspect you wanted me to put you in the pillory,” Asher said, watching emotion pass through Sid’s features. The slender hands worked the buttons, but when Asher started to speak, they brushed newly-revealed skin, hot as fire.

  “Who said you can touch me?” Asher grabbed Sid’s jaw and made their eyes meet. “Are you trying to seduce me? That plug in your ass not enough?”

  Sid whimpered, looking away and blindly opening the shirt.

  “I’m starting to think you didn’t earn the right to come today. I should just make you kneel in the corner after I’m done with you, until that thing softens,” Asher hissed, slapping Sid’s dick as if it were a nuisance.

  The way Sid’s eyes widened made him want to do it again. “What? You don’t like that? Guess what? I wasn’t asking a question.”

  Sid helped him out of the shirt and even folded it neatly on the leather bench. He then came right back to unzip Asher’s pants. Good, because the tightness inside of them was becoming too much.

  Asher gave a low growl when Sid sank to his knees, bringing the jeans down. Asher’s cock was straining the tight boxer shorts so close to Sid’s face that Asher could have easily just removed the gag and fucked Sid’s throat. It was so, so tempting, but Asher wanted to exercise some self-control, no matter how tough Sid’s submission was making it for him. He was naked within a minute, and to make sure that Sid would sample his scent, he pulled him close by the straps holding the gag in place.

  Sid’s eyes fluttered shut when the head of Asher’s dick, dark and engorged with arousal, slid across Sid’s cheek, leaving behind a damp streak.

  “I will use your holes,” Asher whispered. “But not for your pleasure, understood? The only reason you exist is to be at my command. If I want to fuck that slutty ass of yours, I will. If I want to throatfuck you, I will, and if I tell you to kneel, next time you kneel. Is that understood?” He slapped Sid’s face, but not to hurt him, only to patronize him.

  Sid’s brows furrowed, but he made an effort and nodded. That much was enough for Asher.

  He pulled him up by the shoulder and hauled him to the pillory, sensing a jolt in his balls at the very sight of the imposing wooden shape. He could make Sid remain here for hours and use him repeatedly, taunting him until he was reduced to a trembling mess of a man, unable to come on his own. He wanted to see tears, he wanted cries, he wanted things he’d never thought he could desire before Sid had pushed him to seek them out.

  Sparks danced over Asher’s skin when he had Sid rest his neck and wrists in the grooves. It was so beautiful that Asher hesitated with closing the top board, but in the end everything was in place. He stepped back, helplessly grabbing his cock by the base when it twitched at the sight of Sid’s knees trembling slightly, as if he were really afraid of what awaited him here.

  Asher walked up closer. “Will you be crying, Sid? I want to see tears.”

  Sid defiantly shook his head, making the long line of drool drip to the floor. Asher let out a low laugh and gently petted the shaved side of Sid’s head. “Oh, you will be. I’ll make your ass raw. But first…”

  Asher made sure Sid saw him pick a set of metal nipple clamps from the wall. “Can’t have you enjoying it. I know how much your cum-hungry ass likes a good fuck.” He circled Sid and scooted down to attach the clamps to the nipples, but not before giving Sid’s erect cock another slap.

  The gag muffled Sid’s cry, but he actually raised one leg, as if trying to protect his dick from further assault. It tore a laugh out of Asher, and he bit into the flesh of Sid’s thigh. The damp slit at the tip of Sid’s penis, the musky scent of arousal and sweat was tempting him to taste its saltiness, but he ultimately decided against it for the sake of the scene.

  “At this rate it might as well fall off from lack of use. I know I’m not going to touch it, and no one else will either,” he said and cruelly pinched the stiff cock between Sid’s thighs.

  Sid squealed and bucked away with his hips, but with the pillory holding him firmly in place, there was nothing he could do. So Asher chose this moment to unceremoniously pinch the nipple clamp over Sid’s flesh, making him let out another deliciously tormented sound.

  “Your old Master put this one in, didn’t he?” Asher tugged on the piercing in the other nipple, then began unscrewing the metal ball out of it. “You’re not his anymore. You’re mine now, so I’ll be taking this away.” Saying that was just a game, and yet excitement exploded inside of Asher once he removed that tiny bit of metal and replaced it with the other nipple clamp.

  Saliva dribbled to his naked back, and he looked up, straight into Sid’s eyes. They were dreamy, soft, somewhat damp, and yet followed each move he made. Smiling despite himself, Asher wiped the drool off Sid’s chin with the back if his hand, only to follow it with a slap, feeling affectionate despite the cruelty of the scene.

  “I’ll show you how to treat a slave. You won’t even remember that guy after a few weeks in my dungeon.” He pulled the chain attached to the nipple clamps to drive the point home, and he was sure he got all of Sid’s attention.

  He got up and once more rubbed his cock against Sid’s face. “Now where were we? Right. Turning your ass raw until you cry. I want those cheeks wet.” He patted the side of Sid’s face and searched the wall for his choice of implement, all the while teasing Sid with descriptions of torture he might or might not choose to put him through. He told him of things he might want to try, of pouring wax in patterns all over his vulnerable skin, of putting him in a cock cage, and shaving his balls. He tested the various pain-causing tools Buck had prepared for him, weighing them in his hand as Sid squirmed and moaned in reaction to Asher’s words.

  The way Sid’s dick released a drizzle of pre-cum at the mention of a cock cage had Asher squeezing his fingers tighter around the leather paddle he’d chosen. He walked up to Sid, whimpering when the cool air caressed his own sensitive length. “I think you need a permanent reminder of who you belong to now.”

  He presented Sid with the thick paddle he’d ordered with his name embossed in the leather. Sid followed his every move without blinking, until Asher went behind the wooden contraption that held Sid in place, and Sid could no longer see him. Just for the fun of it, he tugged on the chain attached to the nipple clamps, causing Sid to stir.

  His entire body arched, spine twisting, along with the buttocks, which seemed to clench around the plug firmly lodged inside Sid’s ass. Without thinking, he reached to the rounded base and pulled on it gently, making Sid moan. “I want to see your hole begging for cock every time you clench it.”

  Heat shot to Asher’s cheeks and tightened around his throat as he watched Sid’s sphincter hold on to the toy, sucking it in as it clung to the rubber. Asher had to repeatedly twist the plug in order to take it out. For a moment, Sid’s hole remained widened, as if he were expecting the toy back, but when it didn’t happen, the anus tightened, still slick from lube and so tempting Asher had to force himself not to push his dick in just yet. He wanted to come, of course. His entire body was licked by lusty flames, but he wanted it to happen later, delay the pleasure until Sid squirmed uncontrollably, begging for the violation.

  But he would
n’t deny himself touch, and he delved his thumb straight into the relaxed hole, which tightened around the digit in panic. “I need to loosen this. Can’t waste time getting you ready when I want to get off.”

  He grinned when Sid rocked his hips against the finger. What he would have given just a few months ago for a sight like this. To have Sid so horny for him that he fucked himself on Asher’s fingers. He slipped his thumb out of the melting heat of Sid’s body and delivered the first blow without warning.

  Sid screamed into the gag, and his whole body went rigid, ass clenching as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, bucking like a frightened animal. The paddle might have been what Asher had been missing all along, because this was the first time he managed to get Sid screaming this loud.

  Now that Sid was anticipating a hit, Asher rubbed the thick leather against the shivering skin of his ass. “Scared yet? I have a studded one too. It will beat out any fight left in you.”

  The name was prominent at the center of the mark left by the paddle, drawing Asher’s eyes so intensely he almost forgot to breathe. He allowed Sid time to recuperate after each blow, gasping for air and rubbing the red skin with his free hand each time. He’d heard of subspace, but right now it was his head floating, and his heart racing into eternity as he watched the bony snake of Sid’s spine twist, and his buttocks shake like jelly every time Asher hit them with the paddle.

  “I’ll skin your ass and keep the leather as my trophy.”

  The cries were loud each time he hit, but it only made sense. For the first time he had a mean tool, room to swing his arm, and no neighbors to worry about. Too curious, he walked around the pillory. Sid was red-faced, with shaky lips and pink-tinted eyes, drool dripping down his mouth, but he was not shedding tears just yet.

  Asher would not let that go.

  “You think you’re so tough?” he asked and grabbed Sid’s jaw, but then rubbed the drool into his face. “Let’s see how you like this one.” He picked up a wooden paddle, and hung the leather one back on the wall.

  Sid let out a meek whine that seemed like an attempt to melt Asher’s heart. Asher waited for a signal, for the safeword Sid could use at any time. It didn’t come.

  He took a broad swing and hit the wooden tool against Sid’s buttock so hard the impact resonated up his arm. The broken scream that followed might have stopped the flow of blood inside him, starving his brain and leaving him with a sense of weightlessness. It was as if Sid’s response had somehow pulled him off the floor.

  “That’s it…” he said hoarsely and took his time teasing the outside of Sid’s slippery hole. “Need to tenderize you for my dick.”

  Sid’s legs trembled as if they were about to buckle, and the erection that had wavered for a second, came back to life in an instant. So Asher hit him again, and the gagged scream resonated through the air. Sid usually held back as much as he could, so Asher had to be finally scratching the surface of breaking him down.

  His heart skipped a beat when he heard a sob, and pounded Sid’s ass with the paddle again. Sid pressed his whole body into the pillory, trying to escape the blow, but it was no use and they both knew it. Another sob came from behind the contraption, and Asher couldn’t wait any longer. He had to see Sid’s face.

  “That’s it? All it took? You’re not as tough as you claim to be,” Asher said. His skin buzzed with electricity, cock so hard his breath became laborious.

  Damp streaks marked Sid’s angular features. He twisted his face away when he saw Asher, sobbing into the gag as he struggled in the pillory, making the top board rattle. When that did nothing, Sid let out another broken sound and squeezed his eyes shut, releasing huge tears that trailed down his face.

  Asher was breathless. If he could only carry that image with him at all times, he would. He’d keep it in his wallet and look at it every time he needed a reminder that Sid was his. Pushed by a need impossible to stop, he grabbed Sid’s jaw and caught one of the tears with his tongue just before it could be wasted. The saltiness of it made Asher groan. He cupped Sid’s head and licked the damp streaks along with sweat.

  Sid pressed his face into him like a beaten dog still desperate for its master’s affection.

  “There. That’s what I wanted to see. You will learn your place eventually, I can promise you that,” Asher whispered, rubbing his nose over damp skin. “I will fuck you now. I’ll do it so hard I’m gonna turn you inside out.”

  The broken whimper meant more tears, but there was no fight or complaint in it. Asher was still exploring this side of himself, but he was beginning to think that the slave dynamic really worked for him. Owning Sid had always been a fantasy, even before he considered BDSM.

  Then again, that wasn’t exactly true. It now struck him how after a particularly brutal rejections from Sid, he’d had violent revenge fantasies which included forcing Sid into sex. Asher choking him and taking him roughly until Sid understood what was good for him. Asher had always felt guilty after the orgasms those fantasies pushed him into. Even now, pleasure left behind a dark stain on his conscience, no matter how much delight they both got from this.

  He filled his lungs as he rose to his feet, caressing his dick in front of Sid’s face. “Brace yourself,” he said before walking to the other side of the pillory, where Sid’s ass was already becoming purple in some places, as if it were ripening for him.

  When Asher rubbed his palms over Sid’s buttocks, he couldn’t believe the audacity of his slave when Sid closed his thighs tightly. He had just the implement for that. “Are you denying me?” he growled. “I want those legs spread and open for me!”

  When Sid refused to change position, Asher slapped the bruised skin harshly enough to make Sid gasp, but the slender, reddened thighs remained closed. Asher let out a growl and pushed his dick between Sid’s clenched buttocks, just to test the waters, but the hips twisted away, rejecting him yet again.

  A smile tugged at his mouth. He wished Sid could see him now, because it felt decidedly cruel. One of the items he asked to have prepared for immediate use was in plain sight—a steel spreader bar wide enough to prevent this kind of difficulty. He took it off the shelf and knelt, attempting to force Sid’s thighs apart.

  “Spread them, bitch.”

  Another second of resistance made Asher lean down and grab the chain between Sid’s nipples. His first instinct was to tease, but on impulse he pulled down so hard the clamps snapped off. Sid gave a delightful cry and spread his legs faster than Asher could repeat his order. He’d remember that.

  He acted fast, attaching the cuff to one side of the bar, and by the time Sid realized what was going on and attempted to put up a fight, Asher’s job was much easier. It took some force to hook the other ankle cuff to the bar, but once that was done, Sid could struggle all he wanted—there was no way he could keep anyone’s dick away from his hole.

  “I’ll breed you like a bitch.”

  Asher was panting when he stepped back to once more admire Sid, so restless in his bondage yet completely open and vulnerable, his engorged dick hanging between his spread legs. The whimper Sid made was hardly a protest and his ass tilted in invitation for a good milking.

  He touched Sid’s blood-red buttock and watched him squirm away from Asher’s dick, which was bare and could slide right in, drilling Sid and leaving cum inside. Asher could then drag over a chair here and watch his cum eventually leave the well-fucked hole and spill down Sid’s balls.

  He could breed Sid. He wanted to do it. His cock stiffened even more when he thought of it, but he and Sid have discussed this, and going bare would have to wait. One day he would come inside Sid’s body, but for now he reached to a box of condoms and opened the wrapper. “Bet you can’t wait, you horny cunt. You’ve been asking for this all along. All those rejections were really about making me force you, weren’t they?” he whispered, pulling on the condom.

  The grunt he got from Sid sounded excited, and that was a pleasure in itself, but he couldn’t wait much lo
nger, so he pressed the tip of his cock to the waiting hole. Sid clenched his ass as if wanting Asher inside him already. That kind of reaction was a soothing balm on all and any insecurities he still had.

  “So fucking snug for me,” he whispered as he pressed on until Sid’s body opened to him and sucked in his cockhead. “I’m gonna change that. You’re gonna be used up and loose once I’m done with you.”

  The humiliating words had Asher’s dick growing harder inside Sid. He grabbed the abused flesh, whimpering when Sid tightened around him rapidly, but he was almost too far gone to speak anymore. He moved his hips in and out, sawing into Sid as if they could physically merge. His balls slapped against the vulnerable flesh over and over, and the sound of it only aroused Asher more. He would not last long this time.

  He was proud he’d had enough self-restraint before. Sid stayed still for him, offering his body for Asher’s pleasure and moaning softly every time Asher drilled into him. Every time his hips hit Sid’s ass was a gentle spanking for his pain-addicted lover.

  Asher could barely catch his breath. He moved one hand up Sid’s body, sensing the twisting and relaxing of muscle in reaction to the thrusts. His dick pistoned in and out, and the friction was so hot it felt like they were about to start a fire. And yet Sid remained still. Obedient. Beautifully submissive for his master.

  Pressure mounted in Asher’s balls, and he initially sped up, clutching Sid’s sides, but then his mind prodded him for more. He wanted to see Sid’s face. He wanted to watch it all damp, sweaty, and twisted as he came.

  Pulling out of the heat of Sid’s body came as a shock, grabbing Asher by the balls with an invisible hand. He ripped the condom off and made the few steps over to the front of the pillory where Sid watched him all wide-eyed and adoring. There was a daze in his eyes too when Asher towered over him, leaning one hand on the contraption and grabbing his cock with the other.