“Yes, Master, but it’s different, now.”
“It is, but once you move back in with me it may not feel terribly different.”
Isaac relaxed as the conversation moved from subject to subject, and his heart warmed at the easy camaraderie.
Cam handled the dishes when they finished eating, but everyone stayed at the table to talk as the boy cleaned up.
With no scene planned, the four watched TV until late, and Cassie went to sleep with her head in Frisco’s lap. When the program turned off, Isaac carried her to bed, locked her and Cam in, and the four went to sleep snuggled together.
Chapter Forty-Six
Frisco put the wrist and ankle cuffs on himself, put his hands to the back of his head, spread his legs, and stood looking at the floor from the center of his own playroom. He was supposed to be Master of his own domain, and he understood Isaac’s reasons for wanting to do this here.
Isaac had told him to be sure he was hard, but there was no danger he’d go soft.
He had no idea how long the other Dom would make him wait. Time ticked slowly, and Frisco soon learned if he let his mind wander on work related thoughts and the things he needed to do when he reached the restaurant, his cock went soft…but keeping his mind on the subject at hand so his cock would stay hard was frustrating.
He wasn’t cut out to be a submissive but he understood Isaac needed this from him, and if this was what it took to let the other man be comfortable with intimacy, he’d gladly do it.
Isaac had pretty much let Frisco dictate the boundaries of the scene, with only a few things Isaac insisted on. However, Frisco knew once it started he’d be at the mercy of his friend. He’d stay inside of the agreed-upon boundaries, but…
Frisco’s heart beat a staccato rhythm in his chest as he stood and waited. This was part of submitting.
He sucked at submitting.
By the time Isaac stepped in the door Frisco’s arms were fatigued.
Isaac was fully dressed, and his boots made noise as he walked in a circle around Frisco’s nude body.
Thankfully, Isaac pulled Frisco’s hands down and clipped them behind his back.
“You aren’t a submissive,” Isaac told him as he stepped to his front and stroked Frisco’s erect cock. “You’re a Dominant who is choosing to submit.”
“Yes, Isaac. I am.” His friend understood. He knew where they were coming from, and he wouldn’t ask for more than Frisco could give.
“On your knees and show me your submission, then.”
Kneeling with your hands locked behind your back takes skill, and Isaac was close, ready to catch him if he went down too fast, but Frisco squatted low before touching his knees to the concrete and then resting on his heels. Not as graceful as he required of his slaves, but he managed.
* * * *
Isaac stepped closer and made a show of loosening his belt, pushing the button through, unzipping, and pushing everything just low enough to free his cock. He was still mostly dressed and would remain so while Frisco was nude. His jeans were snug enough they’d stay put, which was why he chose them and not dress pants.
“Open your mouth and service me; you know what to do.”
Isaac let him have free reign a few minutes before asking, “Can you deep throat me? Press your nose to my body?”
Frisco tried, but he obviously wasn’t used to sucking men off, especially someone as endowed as Isaac.
“Get a deep breath,” Isaac warned as he put his hands on the back of Frisco’s head. He pushed him down on his cock, and when he felt resistance said, “Swallow me down, don’t fight me, accept me.”
It took some doing, and Isaac ignored Frisco’s gagging as he pushed him lower and lower until his cock was all the way in, buried in Frisco’s throat.
It’d taken long enough to get in, he pulled out and stepped back as he took his hands off Frisco’s head to allow him to breathe a few minutes.
“You know it’s possible, and you know how it feels. Can you do it on your own now?”
Frisco shook his head, still gasping for air, and Isaac said, “Catch your breath and try, please.”
While he caught his breath, Isaac walked behind him and freed the kneeling man’s hands. “Looks like you need to pay attention to your cock,” Isaac said. “I want it to stay hard.”
It hadn’t gone soft but wasn’t standing quite as tall.
Isaac watched as his friend jacked himself, and when Frisco seemed to have caught his breath he stepped closer and ordered, “Swallow me down, Frisco.”
Frisco managed to get a portion of Isaac’s cock into this throat, but couldn’t get all the way without Isaac’s help.
Today wasn’t about training, but about getting the two of them comfortable with each other, and getting Frisco used to being handled.
And Isaac used to handling him.
“Okay, enough. Lick me clean, get as much of your slobber off as you can, and then kneel down again.”
When Frisco sat back and down, Isaac watched him until he pulled his hands to the back of his head, arched his back, and spread his legs.
It was how Isaac preferred Cam, and he knew Frisco would be smart enough to figure out how to kneel.
“Nice.” He waived him up. “Okay. On your feet and over the fucking bar.”
Isaac stood back and made Frisco adjust the height of the waist bar, and then move the grip bar as far out as possible, so he’d have to stretch his body in order to reach.
“I know I told you to lube and stretch your ass before I came down, would you like an opportunity to apply more lube?”
“Yes, Isaac. Please.”
“You know where the gloves and lube are. Get me slick first, then work on yourself.”
Frisco went to his knees to rub oil on Isaac’s cock, then stood to prop his leg on a stool before reaching back to lube himself.
The voyeur in Isaac couldn’t resist, and he ordered, “Lean forward so I can watch your fingers go in your hole.”
Isaac didn’t rush him, though. Frisco wasn’t used to taking it up the ass, and Isaac’s cock was a lot to take.
And he didn’t intend to take it easy on him.
When Frisco at last took the gloves off and walked back to the horizontal bar, Isaac motioned for him to bend over and said, “Spread your ass cheeks for me. I’ll let you know when you can grab the support.”
* * * *
Frisco hadn’t been fucked in at least six or seven years, and he knew he was in for it with Isaac, but he also knew it was the only way the two of them were going to find a way towards true intimacy, and their foursome needed the two Doms to be more physical with each other.
Also, he hadn’t let anyone fuck him because no one else was man enough for him to submit to.
Isaac was more than man enough.
He was also Frisco’s best friend, and had stuck with him through thick and thin. Even when Frisco had been a jerk.
And now, something inside of him wanted to give this to his friend. Not on an ongoing basis, but to get them started? He’d promised whatever submission Isaac needed from him, though he’d made it clear he wasn’t a masochist and wouldn’t need punishing.
“I’ll do what you want,” he’d told him, “there won’t be a need for punishment.”
So now he bent over the bar, reached backwards, and spread his butt cheeks.
He’d given himself a suppository earlier this morning, just to be sure he was clean inside even though Isaac hadn’t told him to. He relaxed as much as possible, knowing he’d done everything he could to be ready, and prepared his psyche and body to accept Isaac’s thick cock.
Isaac pushed until the head was in and stopped to say, “Okay, grab the bar.”
Frisco grabbed it with his hands close together, and buried his head between his arms as he concentrated on breathing and relaxing.
Isaac had made him put his feet on the outside of the side struts, and he had to fight his body to keep them there. It would be so much easier if he
could bring his legs closer together, but…this wasn’t about easy.
“You ready for more?”
The question wasn’t about dominance; Isaac was checking in, making sure Frisco was okay. “I’ll be fine, Isaac. I’ve seen you with Cam; you know what to look for. I trust you.”
“Yes, I know what to look for, and that’s why I’m checking in. Answer the question.”
“Yes, Isaac. I’m ready for more.” God, please.
Frisco wished he could look into Isaac’s eyes, but the decision wasn’t up to him today.
Isaac pushed and Frisco held his breath, realized what he was doing, and forced himself to breathe.
When it was too much, Frisco grunted and tried to keep from yelping, but didn’t quite make it.
“You’re doing good, almost a third of the way.” Isaac patted his hip. “It’s been so long for you, this is kind of like fucking an experienced virgin… so damned tight, and yet you know what to do to open up and take me.”
Isaac started a steady push in, and Frisco gasped and yelled, “A second, please! God, I just need a second. Fuck.”
“There we go.” Isaac’s voice was so deep the vibrations seemed to caress Frisco’s skin. “And since you said please so nice, I’ll even give it to you. Let me know when you’re ready for more.”
Part of the reason for stretching the submissive out and lengthening their spine as they reached forward was to emphasize their lack of choice in position, but another reason was it robbed them of the ability to push back if they wanted more.
This would be easier if Frisco could push himself onto Isaac, but the point of today’s session was for Isaac to take control, and for Frisco to submit.
God, this would be so much easier if he could just fucking submit without analyzing everything from the Dom point of view.
“I’m ready for more, please Isaac.”
Isaac had let Frisco dictate what he was comfortable with, for the most part. Neither had wanted to use Sir or Master, and had agreed to use Isaac’s name as an honorific.
Frisco pushed out with his internal muscles and welcomed Isaac’s cock as best he could. He wanted to be filled, wanted to be fucked, and was frustrated it was taking so long to get started.
“Sshhh. Calm down.” Isaac’s hands rubbed his back. “You’re okay, and we have all the time we need. Once I get in I’m not going to take it easy on you, so appreciate my kind and gentle nature while it lasts.”
Frisco chuckled in spite of the cock up his ass, “Okay, good point. Still, I think I’m up for taking the rest of you, if you want to try another slow slide, please Isaac?”
“Mmmm, I think I want to go out and back in a while, before I give you the rest of me. You have a good grip?”
Frisco adjusted his hands and nodded. “Yeah, I think so.”
“You missing something?”
“Yes, I think so, Isaac.”
“There we go.”
Frisco gasped as Isaac pulled almost all the way out and pressed back in.
“Ohhh, yeah. Such a tight ass,” Isaac groaned as he bent forward and reached for Frisco’s cock. “And you’re still hard. You like having my cock up your ass?”
“Yes, Isaac. God yes.”
Isaac picked up speed and Frisco began breathing in time to the thrusts, and then yelping and screaming each time Isaac went deeper than the time before.
Frisco didn’t know how long Isaac had been fucking him when he finally felt the other Dom’s body slap into Frisco’s bottom, he only knew he was close to coming and wasn’t sure he could hold back.
Before they’d started, Isaac had told him he could come whenever he wanted, but not to expect the fucking to stop just because he’d blown his wad, saying, “You know I can keep at it for hours, and I intend to fuck you raw. If you aren’t up for it, tell me now.”
Frisco had been sure he was up for it, but now, so close to coming, he was no longer sure.
“I’m so close, Isaac, and I don’t want to come yet!”
Isaac pulled out and stepped away. “Glad you told me. I can’t promise I’ll stop every time, but I was just about ready to change positions anyway. Go stand over the drain.”
Frisco did, and put his hands at the back of his head one again.
Isaac looked at him a second and said, “When you’re out on your posts with your leg in the air in front of you, you’re standing on your left, with your right extended, correct?”
Frisco nodded, and Isaac stooped to attach the pulley’s chain to his left ankle cuff.
He stood, grabbed the dangling chain, and pulled.
Frisco had designed the system to be loud, another way to strike fear into the hearts of his boys.
It worked.
Frisco once again considered Isaac’s reasoning for doing this in Frisco’s playroom — another way to drive home the power imbalance. Nothing like Topping someone on their own equipment.
“Lean forward,” Isaac told him as Frisco’s leg went up.
When Frisco’s head was aimed down and his left leg sticking up behind him, he said, “We agreed on only simple bondage.”
“There’s one chain attached to one ankle cuff. How much simpler can we get?”
Apparently, they had a different definition of simple.
“If I were putting Cam in this position,” Isaac said, “his arms would be behind his back and he’d likely have weights on his balls. You aren’t used to this, so you have your hands free, and I note you’re using them on the ground in front of you to keep stable.”
When Frisco didn’t say anything, Isaac said, “If you feel this is outside of what you agreed to I’ll let you down, but I told you I’d primarily only want to use enough bondage to get you into the positions I wanted to fuck you in.”
Typical Dom approach, offer the ability to not do what you hate, so you’ll realize you have no right to demand something different.
“No, Isaac. You’re right. I don’t like this but it’s within our agreement and I’m sure I’ll survive.”
The position spread his legs without opening his hole, and Frisco bellowed as Isaac entered him again — all at once with no chance to get used to him.
Isaac held him stable as he fucked him, thank goodness, because this time there was nothing gentle or compassionate about it.
Frisco’s cock stayed hard, but he was never close to an orgasm while in this position, and he breathed a sigh of relief when Isaac finally pulled out and released the pulley.
“Into the sling, face up.”
Isaac didn’t give him the luxury of bondage in this position, but had him loop his legs around some of the leather straps, so he was laying on his back in almost the missionary position.
“Grab the handles and don’t let go.”
Frisco had wanted eye contact, and he got it — their gazes locked as Isaac pushed slowly the first couple of inches, and then reached for Frisco’s shoulders and pulled him closer all at once.
Frisco’s eyes closed when he yelped, but he opened them as soon as he could.
“Where’s my cock?” Isaac demanded.
“Up my ass, Isaac.”
“Damned straight it is, and you’ve done good at following orders so don’t blow it now by letting go. I want your hands to stay put, understood?”
“Yes, Isaac.”
His friend grabbed Frisco’s waist, and then proceeded to use a combination of moving Frisco and thrusting his own hips so Frisco felt as if he were being jackhammered.
He’d seen Isaac go at Cam both hard and fast, and he was finally on the receiving end. God, it was everything he’d hoped for, and more.
Frisco couldn’t catch his breath, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t hold his eyes open. He held onto the leather for dear life, afraid this would stop if he let go.
He felt the stirring in his balls, and his voice was a staccato as he warned, “I’m close, so close!”
“Deal with it. I won’t stop for your orgasm, though, if you choose to have it.”
> Choose to have it? Shit, he had tons of control when he could be in charge of speed and depth and position, but like this? Totally at Isaac’s mercy?
Frisco screamed as he felt his orgasm in his balls, then at the spot inside and above them, and finally felt his warm jizz on his stomach and chest as the room swam and his perception of reality shattered.
Isaac didn’t slow, and Frisco screamed again as reality came crashing back and the movement, depth, and especially the width were suddenly too much.
“We are nowhere near being finished; I suggest you find a way to enjoy it again.”
Despite his threats, Isaac only fucked him at that speed another couple of minutes before pressing in and holding.
As soon as Isaac ran his fingers across the cum on his stomach, Frisco knew what came next.
As the finger approached his mouth, Frisco opened without being told.
It took several minutes, and a lot of trips back and forth until Frisco’s stomach and chest were clean.
Isaac stroked Frisco’s cock a few times. It wasn’t hard, but was beginning to consider coming back to life.
“Are you getting interested again because I made you eat your own cum, or because I’m holding my cock inside of you?”
“I think it’s probably a combination of everything, Isaac. The position, you having clothes on when I don’t, your cock in my ass, my legs spread so I can’t really get them together without rearranging, and my having to keep my hands up and away.”
“I’m going to let you down, and I want you to re-lube your ass, my cock, and I’ll let you get your own cock slick this time. Use the gloves.”
Isaac fucked Frisco doggie style on the mat for-fucking-ever, and then went to his back and ordered Frisco to ride him — reverse cowgirl.
Frisco’s ass was so sore, and so raw, but he somehow managed to go fast enough to please the demanding man.
“On your back, I think I want to finish you off by fucking you like a girl.”
Isaac made Frisco put his hands under him, at the small of his back, before looping Frisco’s knees over Isaac’s elbows.
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