by Lily Harlem
Junk twitched and hung his head. He was eager for it to begin but he also knew the belt hurt like fuck.
“Tell me,” I said, biting the ball of his shoulder, not gently, hard enough to leave an impression of my teeth.
He gasped. “I… Staring at you, being late… Rose, going with Rose, Sir.”
“You have to toe the line, Junk. At worst you’ll get us caught, at best you’ll get yourself beaten up by Trigger. I won’t be able to help you, on either account.”
“I know, Sir.”
“Now close your eyes. Nothing else exists. You’re safe here, with me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And I’m going to give you exactly what you need.” I smoothed my hand down his back and over his taut ass. I wanted to commit to memory the feel of his skin before I started work.
He tensed as though expecting the belt at the same time as my caress.
“Shh…” I said, slipping my fingers through the warm cleft of his cheeks. “Relax.”
He blew out a breath.
“You’re going to get everything you need.” I pressed my finger over his asshole. “Including me in here.”
“Yes, Sir, that’s what I need.”
I pushed into his dark heat, just one finger, just enough to let him know I was good on my promise.
“And when my cock is in here,” I said by his ear, “fucking you…” I moved a little higher, knuckle deep, and stroked his prostate. “You’re not even going to remember your own fucking name.”
“Oh, God, please, Sir…now…” He kind of groaned but it turned into a whimper.
“Are you telling me what to do?” I asked harshly.
“No, Sir, no.” He pushed his ass backward, as if trying to seat himself farther onto my finger. “It’s just…”
“It’s just you want it so bad.”
“Yeah.”
“How bad?”
“My dick, it’s…”
I pulled out of his ass.
He sucked in air through gritted teeth.
“Your cock?”
“Yeah, it’s gonna fucking explode…Sir.”
“No, it’s not.” I reached around to his front and gripped his erection. “Not until I say.”
“Oh, but…”
“No buts. Come too early and you’ll pay for it.”
“Oh, God, it hurts. I need to come.”
I released his shaft, then with a sharp movement of my wrist gave his cock a slap.
“Ah, shit, motherfucker!” His whole body jerked then he thumped the wall with his fists. “Jesus.”
“Take that as a warning. Control yourself.”
“Ahh. Yes. Sir.”
There was a note of defiance in his voice. It was time to get started.
I stepped away. Had one trial swing of the belt then took aim. It flew through the air, a perfect arc, then landed horizontally over both of Junk’s butt cheeks.
Chapter Five
Junk
“Ah, fucking hell.” I lurched forward, my cock bobbing against my belly.
The first lash of Heavy’s belt was always the worst. After that I knew what was coming.
I screwed up my eyes and gritted my teeth as the pain seared my skin. It started off red hot, over the point of contact, then bloomed outward in a sharp warmth.
“Keep still,” Heavy said, running his finger over what was already likely to be a red line forming.
“Yes, Sir.” I sucked in oxygen. It was all about the breathing, to start with anyway, until I let my mind float.
The air shifted around my ass a fraction of a second before the next hit.
Again I flinched. It was impossible not to. Blistering pain flew over both ass cheeks, layering over the first lash.
“Relax into it,” Heavy said, again smoothing over my butt.
I didn’t answer. Instead I unclenched my hands and spread my fingers on the wall. Reminded myself that it would feel good, oh so good, very soon.
Another hit, at a slight angle this time. I concentrated on harnessing the pain, gathering it up and sending it to my cock and asshole. If I stored it there it would turn to pleasure.
He hit again, a bit higher, over the first rise of my buttocks.
“Shit,” I muttered. It was a super-sensitive spot.
He gripped my shoulder, squeezed as though silently asking if I wanted him to stop.
I shook my head.
He hit again. It seemed harder but perhaps that was because my ass was a hive of stings now.
I allowed several flashes of color to play on the insides of my eyelids and as I did so my cock surged forward as though new desire was gathering there. “Yes, yes…”
“Good sub.” He hit again, then again.
I lost count. Lashes were coming thick and fast. My skin a furnace. Heavy was putting all his muscle and skill into it.
My balls tightened and I squeezed my anus, remembering his finger there moments ago. Damn it, I needed fucking. I needed to come. It was the only thing on my mind—well, that and the pain.
But the pain was becoming my friend, white-hot shivers racing over my skin, up my spine to my scalp.
“Oh, God…” I trembled, my knees weak. I hung my head, wondering when it would stop. “Sir…”
The flick of the belt.
It had stopped.
Hadn’t it?
My mind was swimming, my body buzzing. The pain so intense I didn’t know if more was still arriving.
“You need to safeword?” Heavy whispered by my ear.
The sound of his deep voice grounded me.
“No.” I was where I wanted to be. The endorphins rushing through my veins had created a sensation not unlike smoking weed. But this was better, because this was going to end in fucking…coming.
Heavy ran his hands over my back and shoulders, as though trying to touch all of me at once.
I sighed into his caress, loving the way he adored me.
When he palmed my buttocks, I flinched, the pain, the swelling welts still on fire.
“Fuck, so damn hot to see you like this,” he said, his breath a warm breeze on the sore skin.
I glanced over my shoulder. The light in the room was bright and burned my retinas. Quickly, I shut my eyes again but not before I’d seen that he was on his knees behind me.
“This is what I’ve been fantasizing about,” he murmured, peppering kisses over my ass cheeks.
His soft lips were sweet and tender and I was grateful for the new sensations. I wouldn’t be sitting comfortably for days, I knew that, but it was worth it.
“Ah, sub, you’re so giving, so goddamn amazing.” He palmed my ass cheeks and pushed them apart.
I sucked in a breath, the tender skin complaining wildly.
He separated them some more.
Cool air washed over my asshole. It was quivering in anticipation.
A wet stroke of coolness laved up my cleft. Heavy’s tongue.
God, yes. Please, do that…
He did. After reaching the top of my groove, he slipped his tongue back down and rested it over my asshole.
I groaned and reached for my cock. I was going to come. I couldn’t stop myself if he was rimming me, it was too damn much.
He set his hand over mine and squeezed, telling me without words not to let my orgasm claim me.
I beat down the desire to spurt.
Oh, but he was laving over my hole, not pushing in, just circling around it. I shivered, the bliss of it almost too much. My Master loved every inch of me, I knew that, and he was proving it now with this intimate, delicate kiss.
He took his time, still holding my cock and, with the other hand, pushing my left buttock aside.
I wanted to melt into him, onto him. Only his tongue existed. His
tongue on my asshole.
I curled my toes on the cheap carpet and rocked slightly. Had a moment ever been more perfect?
Eventually he stood.
I was panting even though I’d felt relaxed. I reckoned it was the adrenaline circulating in my veins—fight or flight, or in this case, fuck.
Heavy pulled me close, his big body hot and solid against mine. He kissed my neck, stroked through my hair and whispered words of encouragement at my temple.
His touch was so gentle after the pain he’d inflicted. I leaned heavily on him, my arms around his waist. I was his, he could do whatever he wanted and it was fine by me.
“This way.” He led me to the bed and helped me onto it.
I lay, face down, arms and legs star-shaped the way they’d been when I was at the wall.
My ass was throbbing in time with my pulse thudding in my ears. Still I kept my eyes shut, happy in my special place and knowing I was being cared for, my needs met.
“How are you, sub?”
I nodded.
“Speak.”
“Okay…” I murmured, my swollen cheek bunching on the sheet as I’d spoken.
“Good.”
I sensed him moving away. A bag was unzipped. A rustle of something being unwrapped.
I tried to steady my breathing and shifted so that my stiff cock was more comfortable beneath me.
His quiet footsteps told me he’d returned to my side.
I opened one eye, just a fraction, my inquisitiveness getting the better of me.
Heavy stood with his back to me beside a low cabinet. Sitting on it was a tube of lube and a big black butt plug.
My heart sank. Was I just getting a plug? I wanted cock—no, make that I needed cock.
Should I protest? Would that earn me more lashings? I didn’t care, he needed to know this wasn’t fair, he’d come. I needed to as well.
I opened my mouth then halted the words I’d been about to speak.
Heavy had lubed up his fingers and was now greasing his own asshole. He did it quickly and efficiently, slipping his index finger inside himself a fraction.
Was the plug for him?
He then turned and tossed the lube onto the bed. It landed at my side.
He saw me watching him.
“Enjoying the show?” He smirked.
“Yes, Sir.”
He put one leg up on the cabinet, exposing his shiny hole.
My muscles twitched. I wanted to go and do it for him, put that plug high inside of him so it touched his hot spot. But my brain wasn’t connected to the part of my body that told it to move. I was too high, too spaced out.
Instead I watched as he angled the greased tip of the plug at his hole. He eased it in a fraction then waited to let himself adjust to the invasion. The damn thing was huge. I hadn’t seen it before, I wasn’t sure if it would fit.
But it was disappearing. He was inserting it slowly but surely. The diameter was increasing due to the tapered shape and his asshole was stretching taut.
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered.
I was mesmerized, enraptured. Seeing the huge thing swallowed by his body was fascinating.
Eventually it popped in and his lube-coated sphincter closed around the base. All that was visible was a black T-bar to stop it from being lost inside completely.
He placed his foot back on the floor and turned to me. His cheeks were flushed and his mouth slack.
I cleared my throat. “Are you okay, Sir?”
“You just worry about yourself.” He walked, a little carefully I thought, over to me and smoothed my hair from my forehead. “And you should worry, I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.” Suddenly his tenderness went. He grabbed my waist and hoisted my ass up. “Keep your head on the bed.”
Air was pushed from me as he slapped his hand between my shoulder blades and forced my cheek harder into the covers.
The mattress jiggled and shifted as he climbed behind me.
I was so exposed, red-hot buttocks high, legs spread. But at least my cock was no longer trapped between my body and the bed.
Cool lube was swiped over my ass.
I’d waited so long, too long for this.
“Fuck me,” I murmured. “Sir.”
He didn’t reply—instead he pushed two, maybe three, fingers into my hole.
I jerked forward. The ride had been smooth but still, that was a big invasion.
“You can take it, sub,” he said, cramming in until his knuckles dented into my ass.
I moaned and turned my head so I was looking the other way.
“This is just the start,” he said.
A wild pain flew over my right buttock. “Argh.”
He’d slapped me. Hard.
“Loosen up,” he instructed.
God, he was twisting and turning his fingers. Scissoring too. How the fuck was I supposed to loosen up?
“More.” He squeezed my left ass cheek, digging his nails in.
A new frenzy of pain swirled within me. My cock bobbed against my abdomen, the tip damp with pre-cum. I shoved my ass higher. I could take it, whatever he wanted to dole out.
“Yeah, that’s it, come on, give it all to me.” He was massaging my brutalized buttock and fucking me with his fingers, not a gentle in and out but a heavy-fisted demand for entry.
I groaned and clenched the sheets. My orgasm was building so fast, I’d come if he wasn’t careful. Rough play did that to me, sent me into a dark pit of no control that was my undoing.
Suddenly he pulled from me, as if sensing I was on the precipice of climax.
I breathed a sigh of relief and tried to hold in the stream of semen that was bubbling in my balls.
“Get ready for it.” He gripped my hips.
I knew what was about to happen and I knew he wouldn’t be gentle.
His cock head rested on the center of my now loose pucker.
I savored the sweet second of calm before the storm.
Then, as he held me tight, like a steel clamp, he plundered my ass.
I cried out. So did he. The bed creaked and strained as we both shifted up it. His balls slapped against mine and my hole stretched to the maximum as his root settled deep.
He didn’t give me a moment to adjust. Instead he withdrew then steamed back in.
I clenched my jaw, shut my eyes and became lost in the brutality of his fucking. It was what I’d craved. What I’d longed for.
His pubic hair scratched my aching buttocks. My asshole hugged his shaft tight. Each time he barged in, he massaged my prostate, the sensation so dense it went up to my throat.
“Ah yeah, come, sub, you may come.”
I kind of sighed but the air was forced from me as he continued to thrust in and out.
A heavenly feeling of serenity came over me. It was a combination of pain and pleasure, surrender and submission. My cock swelled, the cum prepared to shoot out of me.
I held my breath, arched my spine then gave in to the inevitable.
“Ah…” I moaned as semen shot up my cock and landed on the covers. “More, there’s more.”
“I’ll give you more, sub.” He upped the pace.
I hadn’t thought that was possible.
My asshole spasmed around him as my orgasm reached a spectacular crescendo.
He grunted and locked my hips in an even firmer clasp.
His cock flexed within me then he thrust through his orgasm. “Jesus, goddamn it… Fuck… Yeah…”
A final rope of cum left my cock and my ass continued to grip and release Heavy’s root. So damn good. So fucking sexy.
He stilled, buried to the hilt, and relaxed his hold on my hips. “Christ, thought I was…gonna rip my balls off then.” He was breathless, his palms damp with sweat as he ran them up my h
ot back. He curled them over my shoulders and dragged me down harder onto him.
I moaned and tossed my head back the other way. I was gone, I was his… That had been incredible.
We stayed like that for a while. I didn’t know how long, then Heavy gently pulled out of me.
My asshole was tender, my ass cheeks more so. But I enjoyed this part. Heavy was a caring Master.
I waited as he moved around the room. His feet were quiet on the carpet but I could still hear his footsteps, as if all my senses were heightened. I kept my eyes closed and wondered if he was removing the plug. I was too blissed out to open them and see for myself.
Maybe I dozed, I wasn’t sure. But next thing I knew a warm washcloth was being rubbed over my face.
“Shh…” he said. “Let’s get you cleaned up, sub.”
I managed a weak smile. There was nothing weak about me normally but right now, with Heavy, I could show weakness, vulnerability. I trusted him with my pleasure, my heart and my life.
He was my life.
Tenderly, he cleaned my cheeks, wiping any remnants of his cum away. He then set to work on my back, my thighs and my buttocks. He rolled me over, carefully.
I winced as my ass hit the covers.
“It’s okay, I’ll fix that.” He cleaned up the cum that was basted between my belly and the bedding.
I lay there, submissive, my eyes still closed. I was lost to his touch and my own world where nothing else existed because I didn’t need it to.
When satisfied I was cleaned up, he smoothed balm on my butt.
I caught my breath despite his light touch.
“Fucking awesome,” he muttered. “But don’t let anyone see your ass, sub.”
“I won’t, Sir,” I managed.
As he spread the cream, the scent of antiseptic floated up to my nose. I could tell there were dips and ridges on my skin by the way his fingers were drifting over it in an uneven way.
Later I’d examine the marks, feel proud of them, know that Heavy owned me and had claimed me. But for now, I was happy just to feel them.
“That should do it,” he said, lying on the bed next to me.
A small shiver attacked my body. I’d been so hot earlier—how could I be cold now?
“Come here,” he said, pulling up a cover and aligning his body with mine. “We can allow ourselves an hour like this.”
