by Tatum Throne
“Crawl to me.”
Kemper got down on his hands and knees, surprised that his prosthetic went to work. The wide-planked hardwood floor felt cool beneath his palms. He crawled across the room, stopping in front of Shawn’s wide thighs. Shawn reached out, running his fingers through Kemper’s hair. Shawn slipped his fingers beneath his shirt to pull out a thin gold chain. He unclasped it, swinging it from the tips of his fingers. Shawn eased up off the couch, moving to stand behind Kemper.
“Stand up.”
Kemper eased up off of his knees and onto his feet. Shawn’s hot hands smoothed around his hips, caressing him sensually. Kemp felt his body melt back against Shawn’s as his eyes closed. He loved the feel of Shawn’s hot hands on his body. They smoothed down over his prick, giving it a rough tug that sent pre-cum leaking from his tip. Several drips of pre-cum hit the leather couch cushion.
The chain slipped up over Kemper’s throbbing prick. Shawn tightened it down at the hilt of his cock. He pulled the ring around his cock tight, slipping a loop around his balls.
“You have the biggest balls of any submissive I’ve ever taken on.”
Shawn smoothed his hand down over his balls, giving them a firm squeeze. It felt so good when Shawn slipped the tips of his fingers up over his perineum. Shawn worked the chain between his legs and between his ass cheeks. Shawn pulled the ends around Kemper’s legs, hooking each end to the chain around his cock ring. Kemper groaned as he arched out his ass, causing the chain to rub over his rim.
“You’re so eager.”
Hot kisses were placed over Kemper’s neck. Shawn’s kisses were whisper soft. The heat of his breath weakened Kemp’s knees. Shawn’s big hand reached around, giving Kemp’s big cock a stroke.
“You will not come until I give you permission.”
Kemp’s entire body shook. “Yes, Sir.”
Shawn spun him around. Kemper was disappointed that Shawn was still dressed, but there was nothing he could do about getting his Dom naked. Shawn wrapped his hand behind Kemper’s neck as he came in for a possessive kiss. Kemp felt his free hand reach down and grab his ass cheek as their lips dove deeper into hungry, passionate kiss. The tips of Shawn’s fingers rubbed the chain seductively over Kemper’s rim. Kemper whimpered as his cock flexed against the sweet edge of Shawn’s cotton shirt. The tips of Kemp’s fingers reached down, pulling Shawn’s shirt aside. The swollen tip of Kemper’s cockhead brushed against furry skin. He groaned when he realized that Shawn had a really hairy chest. From the feel of his hair, Kemper was certain that Shawn groomed his chest hair short.
Shawn grabbed his hand, squeezing it hard. “No touching me.”
Kemper blinked several times as though he were waking from a deep fog. “What?”
“You have a lot to learn about what it means to be my submissive.”
“Teach me. I want to know everything.”
“You will.”
Shawn brushed his lips back and forth against Kemper’s. “I want you so badly.”
“I know you do, but I hadn’t planned on going so far tonight.”
Kemper groaned as Shawn pulled away. “Don’t leave me this way.”
Shawn chuckled as he flicked his thumb over the tip of his cockhead. “Desperate?”
“Fuck, yes. I’ve never been so hard in my entire life. I’m going to explode.”
Shawn shook his head back and forth. “Not yet, babe. I didn’t give you permission to blow your wad.”
Every muscle in Kemper’s body was flexed hard. Pre-cum dripped from his tip, sliding down the ridges of his stiff cock. He watched Shawn. He was calm, cool, and collected in the way he handled Kemp.
“Spread your legs wide. Bend over and grab your ankles.”
Shawn spread his legs and bent over. He groaned when Shawn came in behind him to rub the pad of his thumb over his chained rim. Sweat beaded at his brow as he worked to hold the position. He whimpered as Shawn bent down, slipping his fingers beneath the chain between his ass cheeks. Kemper groaned as the ring around his cock tightened ever so sweetly. Shawn leaned down and licked his rim. Kemper nearly fell over as Shawn attacked his rim with his rough tongue. Kemp arched his ass out for more. Shawn used the chain to rock his body back and forth as he licked his rim. Kemp cried out as Shawn reached between his legs and gave his cock several stroking tugs that caused his prick to point toward the floor.
“You’re so eager for me,” Shawn said.
“Fuck…I need you so badly.”
“I know you do, but you’re not ready for me.”
Kemper’s entire body shook. His prick flexed in Shawn’s palm. “I’m going to come if you keep touching me this way.”
Shawn pinched the tip of his cock. “You will not come until I give you permission.”
Kemper groaned. He wanted more with Shawn, but he knew he had to wait for his lover’s permission before they made the next step. The sound of a zipper flying down startled Kemper. He felt the silky smooth heat of cock sliding across his ass cheek. Kemper gasped as Shawn smacked his thick prick against his ass.
Several more hits struck him in the ass cheek. With each punishing hit, Kemper came closer to coming all over himself. What was going to happen if he couldn’t keep his spunk locked down in his dick? Shawn was going to punish him if he did come. Shawn slipped the tip of his fingers beneath the chain, yanking it to the side. Kemper gasped as the cock ring tighten down so hard that it kept his seed from spilling.
The thick, silky tip of Shawn’s cock slid against his rim. Shawn thrust his cock up and down over his rim, pushing it hard until his rim started to give. He was definitely not wearing a condom, but Kemp was in no position to say anything. His Dom was in complete control and Kemp trusted him completely. Shawn pulled abruptly away. Kemp heard the sound of foil ripping and the distinct sound of another wrapper ripping open. Kemp groaned as he felt Shawn’s lubed fingers smooth over his tingling rim. Shawn pushed his finger slowly into Kemp’s ass. The sensation was amazing. Kemp had always topped, always loved the feel of sinking his cock home into tight ass. Now, this time, he was the tight ass giving another man pleasure. It felt so good to be submitting to his lover. Kemper arched his ass back for more.
“You’re so fucking tight.”
“I’ve never had anything in my ass before.”
A strangled curse murmured from Shawn’s lips as he pulled his finger out and pushed back in with two. Kemper felt his ass stretch wider. Shawn pulled his lubed fingers out. When he came back in, Shawn pressed his big cockhead against Kemper’s rim.
“I’ve never taken a virgin hole before.”
“I’m not…”
Shawn smacked his hand across Kemper’s ass. The sound echoed within the living room. “You are. You’ve never had cock in your ass.”
Kemper groaned, loving the smack of Shawn’s hand against his ass. Shawn pushed his big cockhead into Kemp’s ass, stretching his ass wide as he shoved himself slowly inside. When he was inside completely, Shawn held himself still. He flexed his cock up and down. It nearly sent Kemper over the edge. He whimpered as Shawn reached around, stroking his cock. It was then that Shawn started to move. He hit Kemper’s ass with short, thrusting strokes that hit everything perfectly. Kemper’s balls slapped back and forth as their bodies hit together.
Shawn gripped Kemper’s hips as he thrust his cock in and out of his ass. Kemp couldn’t hold the position any longer.
“Shawn…”
“I’ve got you.”
Strong hands smoothed down Kemper’s arms, pulling him up. Shawn locked his hands around both of Kemper’s wrists as he took him hard. With each punishing hit, Kemp’s balls slung back and forth against Shawn’s balls. The sensation of their balls hitting together nearly made Kemper come.
“I’m your Dom. You won’t have anyone else. Say it.”
“You’re my Dom. Only you!”
At the last second, Shawn pulled out his cock. Kemper heard the snap of Shawn’s condom coming off. Shawn spun him around,
pushing him down on the leather couch. Kemper’s eyes were bright with lust as they settled onto Shawn’s cock for the first time. Kemper groaned in appreciation, licking his lips as he drank in the sight of his beautiful cock. Shawn’s cock was thick and tapered from the tip to the hilt, getting thicker as it went down. Kemp had never seen a prick so big before. Shawn took off his jeans and kneeled onto the couch, straddling Kemper’s thighs.
Shawn threaded his fingers into Kemper’s hair and pulled Kemper’s hungry mouth down onto his cockhead. Heat moved over Kemper’s lips as Shawn’s throbbing prick slipped over his tongue. Saliva rushed through Kemper’s mouth as he swallowed Shawn’s big dick. He reached out with his hands, grabbing the thick shaft. Kemp loved getting deep throated. He loved the feel of cockhead slipping down his throat. Shawn just knew how to take him, giving him time to recover from each deep thrust. Shawn’s prick throbbed. Kemp knew he was close to coming.
A muffled groan tore from the back of Kemper’s throat as Shawn reached between his spread thighs, tugging on Kemper’s cock. Kemp was so close to letting his spunk fly.
“Come for me,” Shawn said.
The order was too bittersweet not to obey. Kemper needed to come. He groaned as he bucked his hips up off the couch, coming into Shawn’s rough hand. Hot and sweet cum pumped down Kemper’s throat as Shawn came hard. Kemp sucked hard on his prick as Shawn came. After several long, drawn-out seconds, Shawn slipped his dick from Kemper’s mouth. Shawn tilted up Kemper’s mouth with his thumbs. He leaned down, kissing Kemper’s puffy and swollen lips. Shawn brushed his lips back and forth sweetly as though he were savoring the sweet taste of a peach. He licked out, kissing Kemper deeply.
Every time they kissed, Kemper knew he was losing a little piece of his heart to a man who he didn’t know well. That scared the hell out of him, but he knew he wasn’t about to stop anytime soon. It felt too good and too right to kiss this mystery man. Each time their lips parted, Kemper wanted to dive in for more. With Shawn in control, he knew it wouldn’t be soon enough before he dove back inside. Shawn used his shirt to clean up the cum off of Kemper’s chest. The move was really sweet. Kemper never had a lover take care of him before.
“Did I please you?” Kemper asked.
“Yes. I think we’re going to be good together,” Shawn said. “We have good sexual chemistry.”
Shawn edged away, pulling his clothes on. Kemper just sat there on his couch, a little bit shell-shocked. The romantic in him wanted Shawn to stay the night so that they could cuddle together, but he knew they didn’t have that type of relationship. By the looks of the contract, Kemper was certain they wouldn’t ever have that type of relationship.
“Get some rest. I want to see you bright and early in the Training Center tomorrow.”
“I will.”
Shawn froze as though he wanted to say or do more, but didn’t. Their eyes locked and something Kemper didn’t know how to define passed through Shawn’s gaze.
“Goodnight, Kemp.”
“Night.”
Kemper sat up, running his hands through his hair. Despite having his ass planted on the couch, he felt really off balance. He didn’t know how things were going to go down now that they were lovers. Correction. They weren’t really lovers. They were contracted fuck buddies. Their work relationship was totally going to get fucked up. Kemp knew it even though his mind wanted to deny it. Kemp slid off the couch and headed upstairs, all the while wishing that Shawn had stayed the night. It was then that Kemper knew his heart wasn’t in the contract. There was no clause for stupidity. Kemper was just going to have to be stupid when it came to Shawn.
Chapter Four
Shawn woke up early the next morning with thoughts of Kemper playing hard on his mind. He immediately dressed and went in to the Training Center to get his workout in before Kemper showed up for his morning session. Shawn needed the physical routine to purge his thoughts of Kemper. It didn’t work. The more he pushed himself physically, the more he thought about Kemper.
It was then that Shawn decided he was going to push Kemper hard this morning. He wanted to punish Kemper for setting up shop within his head. It was Shawn’s own damn fault for taking him on without thinking through all the consequences of his actions. Shawn did not normally take on a submissive he worked with or trained.
Sweat was dripping from Shawn’s body as he finished his final rep of pull-ups. He jumped down off the bar, shaking out his arms. He needed to shower before Kemp arrived. He was a hot mess inside and out. Truthfully, he wanted to pull himself together before he saw him.
Shawn went straight for his locker, where he grabbed his gym bag and headed for the shower. He pulled the curtain closed behind him and turned on the cool spray. He hung his head under the water, loving the feel of the cool flow soothing his aching muscles. He was punishing himself for taking things far and fast with Kemper. He wasn’t playing by his own set of rules as a Dom. That meant he was writing new ones. There was a good chance they were both going to get hurt if he changed the rules on game day.
Water rushed over Shawn’s body, clearing his mind to see Kemper again. He needed to have complete control of himself when he saw his sub. He needed to follow the rules if they were going to make this thing work. Shawn shut off the water and grabbed the towel to dry off. He looked down at his gym bag and realized he grabbed the wrong one. This one had his clothes for this evening in it. Shawn cursed as he fisted the bag.
Shawn gripped the towel to his junk, letting it drape down the front of his legs as he headed out of the shower. Shawn froze as he came face-to-face with Kemper. Every muscle in his body was flexed hard as Kemper slow drank him in. They should not be doing any of this at work, but they suddenly were.
“I need to get dressed.” A grin tugged at Kemper’s lips and it instantly made Shawn hard. Shawn came in close, dropping his voice to a dangerous whisper. “You need to stop looking at me like that.”
“It’s kind of hard not to look at you when you’re only wearing a towel and a smile.”
“Move along.”
“Can’t. You’re blocking my locker,” Kemp said.
Kemper leaned one of his shoulder’s against the row of lockers as though he was not about to move anytime soon. Shawn blocked him in with a hand against the locker.
“You’re tap dancing on the line,” Shawn said.
“Am I?”
“Yes, you are.”
“So punish me for being so disobedient.”
Shawn knew he needed to take back control. “I think we’re going to do things a little bit differently today.”
“Are we?”
Shawn leaned his head in close, dropping his lips against Kemp’s ear. He sensed the shiver that went through his body as heat blew across Kemper’s ear.
“I’m going to push you so hard today that you’re going to wish you never met me.”
“We’ll see how far you can bend me before I break.”
Shawn smiled. “I’m not interested in breaking you…today.”
Kemper’s eyes twinkled as they looked deeply within Shawn’s. Something tugged tightly around Shawn’s heart, causing him to lose his breath and part of his mind. Shit, he knew then that he wasn’t getting either one back anytime soon.
“I’m going to be a little late for our training session this morning,” Kemp said.
The news surprised Shawn. “How late?”
“About twenty minutes. I thought you should know.”
Something was up. Shawn wanted to know what had Kemper tied up this morning. The thought of tying Kemper up had Shawn’s mind spinning out of control. No, Shawn wasn’t interested in breaking him. He wanted to tie Kemp up and gag him and flog him and lick his tongue over his rim until he was begging for more.
The sound of voices carried from down the hall. Shawn backed off and went to get dressed. Things were not going to spin out of control at work. Shawn dressed quickly and when he turned around, he found that he was alone. Kemper had left the locker room.
After dressing, Shawn stepped out into the Training Center. He wanted to know what had Kemper tied up this morning.
Thunder rumbled in the distance. It wouldn’t be long before the rain cut loose again. Through the long set of windows, the trees were thrashing and getting twisted up into the wind. Shawn wondered where Kemp had gone. The only thing that should have been on Kemp’s mind was getting back into shape for work. Shawn didn’t like the fact that something else was distracting him today. It was totally out of line, but Shawn was going to find him.
* * * *
Kemper looked at the board. There were five openings within the Department. The one that caught his interest was about the K-9 unit. Yeah, he was going to go out for SWAT, but he was interested in diversifying his talents. He couldn’t imagine going back to patrol duty after what happened. Not with IA investigating the accident the way they were. Grant Hicks was so far up his ass over this that he wasn’t sure if he’d ever get the man off his back. The man was hell-bent on seeing that he didn’t have a job. Despite Chief Anderson saying that his job was safe, Kemper really didn’t feel like it was.
Chances were high that Grant’s investigation would block his application for K-9 and maybe even SWAT if he was unlucky, but Kemper was going to get his paperwork in order and apply for the job anyway. It would mean more training, but he was ready for it. He was tired of lying around the house and feeling sorry for himself. He spent too much time not caring instead of getting off his ass and doing something.
