Trust And Obey

by Ts McKinney

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Landry hissed between gritted teeth. He would have preferred a better vocabulary at the moment, but intelligent words failed him.

  “Not yet, but soon,” Brookes promised with a smirk. The vibrator left the slit and traveled back down the length of his cock, toyed with his balls for only a few seconds, teased his perineum, and then landed squarely on his quivering hole.

  Landry tugged against the cuffs holding his hands tightly against the bar above his head while he twisted and bucked on the beams. He wanted to pull away from the sensation…he wanted the sensation shoved so far up his ass he might choke on the toy. He gasped when the buzzing toy started sliding inside of him, slowly but very persistent, pushing past any resistance his body put up. The sweet sensation caused him to throw back his head. He wanted it so badly that he bit his bottom lip until he tasted blood. When the toy was hidden as far and deep as possible, Brookes wiggled it around until he managed to bump his prostate. A roar ripped from Landry.

  “Beautiful,” Brookes murmured.

  Landry didn’t have to look at Brookes to know his eyes were fastened onto the spot where his hole clenched around the toy, probably slightly quivering from the buzzing of the vibrator. He didn’t have to look into those gorgeous gray eyes to know he appreciated the vision in front of him, he heard all the appreciation in the other man’s voice.

  “Are…are you going to spank me?” Landry asked, hoping and praying he already knew what the answer was. His heart was pounding. His cock was throbbing. Not just inside his ass, but his entire body was buzzing with need. “Please,” he added, not a drop of shame for begging for what he wanted. “Will you use the flogger or the whip…or your gloved hand?”

  “I’ll use whatever I want,” Brookes answered. “And you’ll writhe uncontrollably regardless of what instrument I use to deliver your pleasure.” He nudged the tip of the vibrator, pushing it in further and tilting it. “But tonight, I plan on using my hand. I don’t want anything to be between me and your ass.” He cupped Landry’s ass. “Except the leather across. It will make it sting so much better.”

  “Of course, Sir,” Landry agreed. He looked down at his own cock. It was a reddish/purple color, hard as steel, and dripping with precum. A gasp escaped Landry when a gloved hand wrapped around the rigid length even as he’d been staring at himself. “Yessssss,” he hissed.

  “Stay hard for me, kitten, while I’m loving your body with my hand. Agreed?” The hand gave his engorged length a few tugs, making Landry fear he might come before they even got started with the fun part. He bit down on his lip and tried to focus on anything other than the wild need his body was feeling. If he allowed it, he could come any second. Hell, Brookes could step away and merely look at him hoisted up like he was, exposed and vulnerable, and he would spurt like a geyser.

  “Yes, Sir,” he answered obediently, hoping he’d be able to hold to his promise.

  “Very good, kitten,” Brookes answered.

  For the briefest of seconds, nothing happened, but then….

  Smack. Smack. Smack.

  The sharp smacks landed against the right cheek.

  Smack. Smack. Smack.

  Three against the left.

  Awwww, Brookes was playing fair—didn’t want one cheek to get jealous of the other.

  The next pop landed directly on the end of the vibrator, forcing the toy inside him to bump against his prostate. After that, the blows came rapidly and landed on different spots, some on his ass cheeks, some on his balls, and a few friendly taps to his cock. The insides of his thighs, spread obscenely wide, weren’t spared. Landry tried to writhe…tried to escape the smacks one second and then tried to melt into them the next.

  “That was a nice warm up,” Brookes told him. His voice was disgustingly calm, not at all winded. Landry could barely even catch his breath. “Those were for my pleasure. I love watching your pale skin turn a pretty pink. The way your ass bounces wildly is intoxicating, to say the least. Did you know your puckered ring is quivering wildly around my toy? I bet if my toy wasn’t stuffed in that hole, you would be clenching and unclenching, begging me for my cock. Wouldn’t you, kitten?”

  “Yeesss,” Landry moaned.

  Smack.

  Landry had been spanked by many men and regardless of the various ways one could invent, a spanking was just a spanking…physically, at least. Mentally, Brookes was driving him wild, making him feel things he hadn’t felt before. The pain was as sweet as ever, but where it would usually stop with the other Doms, his body kept building, kept searching for something more. Excitement pumped through him. A fire started to burn over his lower half as Brookes continued to work diligently at turning his pretty pink shade to an even prettier red shade. The pain kept escalating as his tormented body became more and more sensitive with each and every blow. His ass burned. His balls wanted to shrink up and hide from the gloved hand. His cock, bless its heart, bobbed wildly with each of his movements as if it were trying to avoid the blows. His thighs, lean with muscles, tried to close together but the beams and how he was positioned wouldn’t allow it. He was securely trapped. Brookes showed absolutely no signs of even thinking about stopping, not even the first drop of sweat covered the muscled maniac.

  He continued. The smacks growing harsher with each wave. The words of encouragement, however, become more and more endearing. As they progressed, one hand would smack solidly while the other would lovingly stroke another burning spot.

  The pain was familiar. The electric buzz inside of him was not.

  Landry wasn’t sure how long they’d been playing, but he knew exactly when his pain level inched up a notch. It’d been a painful, tingling, throb that made him dance and weave in a futile attempt to avoid the blows. It was suddenly something much worse. The burn was worse, like he was soaking in a tub of rubbing alcohol with open wounds. From somewhere nearby, he could hear a man crying out in rhythm with Brookes’ strikes. His ass clenched the hard plastic of the toy buried inside him as he tried to focus on the beautiful buzzing instead of the crazy man screaming loudly. The bar above him shook and rattled as he tried to dislodge himself.

  It became too much.

  For the first time in his life, it became too much. Not the pain, exactly, but the…sensations. He felt his control starting to slip. He never lost control. Ever. During scenes, he was always in control of not only his body but he was in control of the Dom, as well. He was the manipulator. Right now…he could only…feel. It was terrifying.

  “Stop! Enough!” he cried out.

  There was a slight hesitation, but the spanking continued.

  Landry was surprised to find that tears slid from his eyes. Another smack to his balls while another hand stroked his thigh with the softest touch.

  “Did you want to say anything, kitten? Are you leaving it at ‘stop’?” Brookes asked, pausing just long enough to wait for Landry’s answer.

  Landry knew what the man was asking—was he going to safeword out? He knew Brookes would stop the instant he used the word. Did he want this to end?

  Abso-fucking-lutely not.

  “Stop!” He shrieked. There was no denying it, his entire body was ablaze. His mind was clearing, though. Like before.

  “I thought that’s what you might say,” Brookes told him.

  And it continued. The gloved hand began its assault again. Hard spanks. Soft caresses. Dirty talk. Words of praise. No inch of his body, physically or mentally, was spared.

  Smack. Caress. Smack. Caress.

  Bible. The voice inside his head kept the safeword right on the tip of his tongue. He would use it if necessary. Bible. Bible.

  Smack. Caress. Smack. Caress.

  The burn suddenly started to feel like ice. He honestly felt like a cold wave washed over him, freezing everything in its path. This? He hadn’t been expecting this. This wasn’t like before. But it felt…euphoric. The pain vanished and the euphoria consumed him. Noise, all noise except Brookes’ voice, vanished. He felt drunk.
He felt high.

  He felt delicious.

  The spanking paused, but the words didn’t. Those damned sweet words were going to be the destruction of all his barriers. He couldn’t think straight. Hell, he couldn’t think.

  He could only feel.

  The spanking started back up. Landry thought he would cry out with pain…but there was no pain, absolutely no pain. It felt so good that he knew he was tilting his body, as much as the contraption would allow, in a way that would offer Brookes a better target. His ass pushed out. The gloved hand landed firmly. It was no longer about accepting the pain another person was inflicting on him. It was simply blissful.

  His body shuddered with wave after wave of pleasure. He was floating, literally felt like he’d left his body floating in a big sea of pleasure. The waves lapped against him, caressing him like a lover’s kiss. It tantalized his opened thighs, cooling the burn that had been there only minutes ago. His cock and balls, perineum and scrotum, and beloved puckered hole felt the soft kisses as well. The buzzing remained inside him, like hundreds of butterflies were fluttering wildly against his tight passage and prostate.

  The time for floating was gone, he was soaring now. There was no holding him back. He was no longer sure if Brookes was spanking him or caressing him, but he damned well could still hear those beautiful words…but they sounded far, far away. He tried to focus on the words, wanting to stay with Brookes, but the urge to fly away was too great…so he soared.

  ****

  “You were magnificent.” The whispered words against his ear brought Landry back to reality. He was no longer secured to the beams. Instead of being strung up, he was cradled against Brookes’ solid strength. They were seated on the large thronelike chair that was on one of the stages of the club. Landry settled snugly on a very hard yet comfortable lap. How long had he been out? Glancing at the clock on the wall, he calculated that he’d been unconscious or lost in subspace for at least thirty minutes. He felt giddy.

  Landry wanted to reach up and kiss Brookes, show him how much he appreciated what they’d just shared, but he was fairly certain he didn’t possess the strength. He could do nothing more than offer a silly, weak smile and he tried for a wink. He probably failed.

  Didn’t matter, though. The look in Brookes’ eyes told him all he needed to know. His Dom was beyond pleased. Brookes was a good Dom, an over the top good Dom, but he didn’t spank any harder or didn’t know any torture secrets that others hadn’t used on him before. No…it was something more. A bigger connection. To be a famous Dom, Brookes, so far, had been somewhat vanilla. Didn’t matter. He was…perfect.

  Tears stung Landry’s eyes. Fuck. He’d gone and fallen in love. He’d broken his own golden rule. He’d stopped hating Jericho Brookes and started loving him with the same abandon as he usually did with everything…except love. He didn’t need love in his life, other than his good friends and the kids at Haven. He didn’t want love in his life.

  He wanted Brookes, though.

  There was no denying that. He could be like Jagger and try to deny it, fight it kicking and screaming, or he could do a face first dive into love, enjoy it while it was there, but always – always – be prepared for when it vanished away like a vapor. Because it would. Brookes might be blinded by his delightfully sub-ish looks and ability to take physical abuse, but before long, he would realize what he truly was. Something not worthy of love.

  “With me, kitten,” Brookes ordered, bringing him back from the darkness. “Stay with me.”

  Still feeling incredibly drowsy, maybe a bit like a sloppy drunk, Landry gave Brookes a silly grin and asked, “Why do you call me that? I’m not at all fluffy or furry. I’m lean and bare,” he bragged, in a slurred voice.

  Brookes chuckled. “I’ve already told you—you purr and hiss.” With a soft smile, he added, “And it’s the only nickname that you didn’t curl your pert little nose at. You made it clear you didn’t like cotton candy or any of the other names I tried, but when I called you kitten, I didn’t get the first argument. I thought it fit nicely and apparently, you did as well.”

  “Phsstt,” Landry puffed out, grinning like a total fool. Brookes could make him hiss and purr, there was no denying that fact.

  Looking down, he noticed his cock was deflated. Had he disobeyed? Had he come without permission? He glanced up at Brookes and found him watching him. His eyes somehow managed to possess the ability to burrow straight through Landry’s shields and hunt for all his secrets. “Did I disobey you, Sir?”

  “Absolutely not, kitten. You probably don’t remember much about the last of our scene. My guess is your mind was floating as high as your body was but, like a good sub, you still responded to my touch, obeyed my every command. I told you to come and you did…and it was fucking beautiful.”

  Landry blushed. Blushed! Landry didn’t do blushes. He’d thought there wasn’t a thing in the world that could bring the pretty pink color to his cheeks. Jagger did it on command, but Landry was certain he no longer had the ability. Too much innocence lost. The burn on his cheeks felt utterly delightful. Is this how Jagger felt? Well, hell, he’d almost felt sorry for Colton’s Wildcat because of all those embarrassing blushes, but if they felt anything like his was right now, he was fucking envious of the man’s ability to get embarrassed so easily.

  As he was silently congratulating himself on the blush, he also noticed that while he’d come, Brookes clearly had not been given the opportunity to find the same release. His cock, long, hard, and thick, was still as intimidating as ever as it rested not so innocently beneath his ass as he cuddled in his lap. He wiggled just a tad and watched as a flash of pure lust passed through Brookes’ eyes. He might still feel like a colt trying out new legs, but he damned well had the energy to take care of his man’s problem.

  With pleasure.

  “Fuck me, Brookes,” he slurred out. “I want to feel your cock sliding inside of me, splitting me apart with every thick inch. I want to feel a twinge of pain every time I move tomorrow so I’ll be reminded of what we shared. I want to be reminded of how thoroughly I’ve been used.”

  A growl tore from Brookes’ throat. “I was going to give you more recovery time, kitten. Are you sure you’ve recovered from the scene?”

  “Fuck. Me.”

  Brookes chuckled as he reached for the condom sitting on a table next to them. “I’ll gladly obey you this time.”

  Strong arms eased Landry up and away from his cock just long enough for him to slide the condom on the length and add a generous amount of lube to ease the way. Landry still felt slick and stretched from the toy, but he appreciated his Dom’s efforts. The fucker was big! He hated as the rubber slid down and hid the dangerous tool and he silently vowed to discuss them both getting tested. The thoughts of that monster cock fucking him without the damned rubber separating them caused his own dick to stir to life. Those huge veins would feel wonderful sliding against his passage—better than any toy he’d ever used.

  Brookes lifted him further off his lap and maneuvered him until they were facing each other, Landry straddling his lap. His thighs still felt almost too weak to hold him up and were entirely too sensitive, but he would make damned sure they managed. Where there was a will, there was a way.

  Brookes leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, nibbling, suckling, and tasting. His teeth tugged the swollen flesh and then kissed the pain away. A tongue, warm and willing, slid between his lips and started a seductively slow dance with his own. They played…toyed with each other for a few seductive seconds. The playfulness didn’t last long, though. After only a few seconds, they both became hungry…wilder. There was almost a violence to what they were sharing and Landry loved it.

  “You’re in control, kitten. I’m afraid I’ll be too rough so I’m letting you take the lead. You fuck me—ride my cock slow, or fast…however you want it. Just ride me.”

  Too rough? One couldn’t get too rough for Landry but he didn’t mention it to Brookes because he
kind of liked the idea of slowly impaling himself on that steel rod and riding it until he would need a pillow to sit down for the next two days.

  He’d show him rough.

  There was a wicked gleam in his eyes, at least he hoped there was, as he took his hand and positioned the spongey and swollen cockhead at his entrance. He licked his lips and then leaned forward to do the same to Brookes’ lips. This wasn’t one of his favorite positions…until now. Before it’d seemed too intimate to be face to face with his lover as he allowed himself to be good and properly topped. It made him fear he might give away too much power or reveal some of the secrets he tried to hide. More than that, though, he feared that he might look into their eyes and see they looked at him as merely a whore with riding skills and a tight ass. He might not be able to explain the ‘hows’ or ‘whys’ but he didn’t have that same fear with Brookes. With him, he wanted to watch so he could see what color those gray eyes would change to when he was wild with desire and being pleasured by the best. Would they darken? Turn stormy? Or, would it be possible for them to be stormy with lust and still twinkle with fun like they usually did when he was torturing him with one of those ridiculous nicknames…that he loved.

  When he tore his lips away from Brookes’ hungry mouth, he leaned back, impaling himself on the rod ever so slowly. The burn was incredible as the engorged head was forced inside his tightness. When he’d taken the helmet inside him, he paused, for both of their enjoyment. Ooooohhh…he was right, those beauties turned a stormy gray but that delightful twinkle was still there.

  “Fuck, kitten,” Brookes hissed. “You are so fucking beautiful. Every damned thing about you, from you tight, lean body, to your impossibly long eyelashes that hide those wide eyes, and, most of all, to your generous heart. You try to act like a tough badass sub that can take anything…and you probably can…but I bet you pick up strays and trash from the side of the road. The first time I saw you, when I walked into the club and heard you teasing with your friends, I knew you’d belong to me. Hell, kitten, I haven’t had a moment of peace while I’ve waited to master your body and heart.”