by Tatum Throne
“I love your smile,” Bane said.
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
“What else do you love about me?” Cole asked.
“Well, we’ve just met…”
“You don’t think it’s possible to love someone you’ve just met?”
Bane sat back from the table. “Love isn’t something I’ve ever experienced with a lover before. Have you?”
“I’ve felt love for my lovers,” Cole said.
Bane frowned. “When were you last involved?”
Cole sighed as he thought about it. “Almost two years ago. You?”
“A few months.” Bane let his gaze move over Cole in a speculative way. “I think it’s time to go over the rules again.”
Cole’s breath left him in a whoosh. “I think I’m ready now.”
Bane wiped his mouth with a cloth napkin as he appeared to consider what Cole was saying. “You’re really ready to go now?”
“I’ve been ready since the moment I woke up this morning.”
“Undress.”
Bane pushed his plate back as he watched Cole go to work on his shirt and pants. He groaned when he discovered that Cole had decided to skip the boxers after his shower.
“Inside.”
Cole’s heart was racing as Bane shut the door behind him. Their eyes met as Bane unclipped the silver chain hanging around his neck. He came forward, slipping his finger into the top of Cole’s cock chain. He gave it a possessive tug that drew Cole forward. Bane clipped one end of the eighteen inch chain to the top of the cock chain and locked the other end to the chain on his wrist. He pulled Cole by the cock upstairs. The cock chain tightened around Cole’s shaft and balls, pulling them up tight around the base of his throbbing prick. Cole watched the movement of Bane’s loose hips and thick thighs as he led him up stairs. They went to Bane’s bedroom where he left the lights off.
Moonlight filtered through sheer curtains, slanting perfectly across Bane’s bed. Thick black, looping chains hung from the ceiling of Bane’s bedroom. They were centered in a cluster of about thirty right above the bed. Cole’s gaze landed on the small queen size bed. Bane led him to the bed where he took the chain looped around his wrist off. He locked it around one of the posts of the bed. The pull of the chain had Cole coming in close to the post.
Cole expected mirrors or something, but nothing like this. He’d never seen anything so exotic before. The bed was made of a light honey shaded wood that looked like oak. There were two thick posts at the end of the bed, but the headboard curved upward toward the ceiling. The curve hung over a third of the bed.
Cole’s heart was racing as he looked across the room at Bane. He lit several thick white candles. Their eyes met as he blew the match he was holding out.
“You need to pick a safe word,” Bane said. “You use it when you feel the need to stop things, okay?”
Cole thought about it. “Raven.”
Bane smiled. “I like it.”
Bane came in close, smoothing his hands over Cole’s shoulders. He brushed his lips across Cole’s. His tongue licked out, flicking over his lips.
“Are you ready for me?” Bane asked.
“I’ve waited all day to have you again.”
A groan tore from deep within Cole’s body as Bane tugged on his prick. Pre-cum dripped from the end, wetting his shaft. Their lips met in a hungry kiss that left Cole’s legs weak. Their tongues licked in deep strokes. Bane tugged and twisted on Cole’s prick until his legs began to shake. His free hand wrapped around the back of Cole’s neck and tightened seductively. Cole loved it when Bane took control of him. He loved it when Bane ordered him around. He wanted all of it and more tonight.
Cole was lightheaded when he came up for air. Bane stepped back, undressing quickly. Surgical scars were knitted down the middle and side of Bane’s chest, but they didn’t matter. Bane was shockingly beautiful despite those scars. Cole’s mouth went dry as he took note of the smooth definition of his lover’s abdomen and heavy cock. A thick vein twisted around Bane’s cock like an arrow pointed north. Bane lifted the chain from the bed, giving Cole a little tug to wake him up. Cole’s gaze moved from Bane’s cock to his face.
“Follow.”
They circled around the bed. Bane positioned him next to the bed. He dropped the chain he held and it dangled between Cole’s legs. Bane went to his nightstand where he pulled out a butt plug and lube.
“Face the wall.”
Cole’s gaze swung around as Bane came up behind him, grabbing the chain between his legs. He pulled it tight, causing the cock chain to tighten ever so sweetly on Cole’s flexed prick. The chain pulled tight over Cole’s perineum. Bane kneeled down, pulling his ass cheeks wide. Cole felt his tongue sweep over his rim as Bane licked him. He felt the tip of the butt plug press between his ass cheeks and against his rim. Cole flung his head back as the plug pushed into him in a quick, solid stroke.
Bane stood, sliding his hands up the outside of Cole’s legs, over his sides, lifting Cole’s arms as he went. He linked their hands together above Cole’s head, positioning their joined hands onto the curved part of the bed. Heat blew over Cole’s ear as Bane kissed and licked his neck.
“Don’t fucking move.”
There was no chance in hell that Cole would move a muscle. He wanted more. Cole was tempted to look over his shoulder at Bane, but he knew that he’d be punished if he disobeyed his lover’s orders. Something metal slid along the hardwood floors. Cole shivered as another chain slid up against the front of his body.
The chain was looped through a chain hanging above the bed, around Cole’s wrists and pulled tight. Bane went away. Another chain was brought over to the bed. This one was attached to a thick leather strap that went around Cole’s neck. Bane tightened it to his skin.
“I don’t like it when you degrade yourself in front of me,” Bane said as he rubbed his hands over Cole’s ass. “You need to be punished.”
Cole arched his ass out against Bane’s touch. He felt a whoosh of air pull away as Bane’s hand drew back suddenly and smacked his ass cheek hard. The sensation of his hand slapping his ass was exquisite. Heat flooded over the spot. Bane drew back his hand, smacking him with quick, hard spanks that sent the chains attached to Cole’s body rattling. Bane spanked his other cheek harder, causing his balls to bounce around his legs. Cole leaned his head against his arm, pressing his lips onto his bicep. He licked his tongue out, tasting the heat of his skin and wishing it were Bane’s cock. Bane spanked him until his ass was hot and bothered for cock.
Bane went away again.
This time he came back with a small bullet attached to a wire and remote.
Bane kneeled onto the bed, slipping the bullet into the bottom part of the cock chain. He flicked it on to a pulsating vibration. Cole cried out as his cock flexed so hard it snapped against his abdomen. A smear of pre-cum was left against his abs.
“I will give you permission to come. You will not come until I say so.”
Bane stood up on the bed, slapping his cock against Cole’s face. The chains that hung from the ceiling cascaded around Bane’s shoulders.
“Oh, fuck,” Cole said.
Cole opened his mouth wide, sucking his lover deep. Cole moaned when the bullet was flicked on sending his cock and balls jumping around. He sucked Bane hard. Bane wrapped his free hand around the back of his neck, threading the tips of his fingers into Cole’s hair. He tightened his hand down tight, pulling his hair. Bane’s hips flexed as he drove his cock in and out of Cole’s mouth.
All of a sudden, Bane’s hand tightened down hard, stilling him. Cole could feel the vibration of Bane’s cock spilling down his throat. Bane was close to coming. Cole undulated his tongue over the tip of Bane’s cockhead. Bane cursed, pulling away fast. He yanked the bullet from Cole’s cock chain.
“You need to learn obedience,” Bane said.
He walked around the bed, getting up behind Cole. He came in close, pulling the butt plug from his ass
. Cole cried out as Bane’s tongue lashed against his rim with quick, flexing strokes that nearly sent Cole’s spunk flying.
“Are we committed?” Bane asked. “Answer me, sub. Are we exclusive?”
The question momentarily left Cole confused. They were having the condom conversation. “Fuck yes. We’re solid.”
“Good. I want to go inside of you raw.”
Cole heard the flip of the lube cap striking out within the quiet room. He always used condoms. Always. There wasn’t one lover within his history that he ever skipped wearing a glove with before. The fact that he wasn’t wearing one this time was a big fucking deal within his personal life. It meant that they were committed. It meant that they trusted each other completely. It meant that this man would probably ruin him for all others if he let him. Cole so did not want to think about things being over when they had just begun.
Bane pressed the tip of his cockhead over the rim of Cole’s ass. The smooth heated connection was unlike anything Cole had ever experienced before. Bane’s hands and body were shaking from the simple touch of his cockhead against his rim. Bane’s hands tightened down on Cole’s hips. He pressed his cockhead into Cole’s arching ass and stopped.
“You’re so tight,” Bane said.
“It’s been a really long time for me and you’re really big.”
Bane’s entire body shook hard as he slowly slid inside of Cole. When they were hip to ass, Bane dropped his forehead onto Cole’s shoulder. Sweat dripped down from Bane’s forehead onto his Cole’s back. He never had a lover take so much time with him before. Sex was always vanilla. This time sex with Bane was so much fucking more.
* * * *
Tears slid down Bane’s face and onto Cole’s back. He always imagined that sex with a man would feel so fucking good. He didn’t want Cole to know that he was crying. He sucked it up fast as he lifted his head, tightening his fingers into Cole’s hips. Then he started to move, taking Cole in the ass with long, hard strokes that sent Bane’s balls slapping against Cole’s ass and perineum. It felt so fucking good to be so deep within his lover.
Bane flung back his head, taking Cole and making up for so many years of going without that it hurt. His balls ached with the need to release and to hold out. He did not want his first time with a man to be over so soon. He reached around, grabbing Cole’s cock. The chainmail slipped over his prick. Cole cried out from the contact, arching his ass back into Bane’s hips. Bane pumped Cole’s dick several times before releasing his cock. He wanted to catch Cole’s sauce within his mouth. A curse tore from Bane’s mouth as his orgasm twisted up from the rim of his ass.
“Fuck.”
“Oh, shit. I can feel you coming.”
Cole arched his ass back as Bane shot his spunk into Cole’s ass. He pumped himself dry into Cole. He was shaking as he came down from the wild ride, but it was far from over. He slipped his still hard cock from Cole’s ass, going to the nightstand to clean off. When he returned, Cole was dripping with sweat from their sex. His cock was pinched tight within the confines of the chainmail. Bane knew it was time to release his lover for more. He unlocked the clip from around his waist, slipping his balls out from the loop that held them, and slid the chainmail off his throbbing prick. Cole’s cock jumped within his hand.
“Do not come.”
Bane set the cock chain onto the night stand. He slid Cole’s hands around the top of the bed. He slid the chains so that Cole could use the chains as a swing on the bed. Bane sat back against the headboard.
“Feet on the headboard.”
Cole swung forward, spreading his legs wide. Bane licked out as he wrapped his arms around Cole’s legs. He flicked his tongue over his rim, pressing his nose into his balls and inhaling his lover’s scent. Bane flexed his tongue higher, whipping it over Cole’s vibrating cock. Bane sucked Cole’s prick into his mouth, loving the feel of his dick so deep within his throat. He twisted his tongue off and sucked back down again. Cole was groaning with each flick of Bane’s rough tongue. Cole begged for more. His words were rushed as he was caught up in the throes of passion.
The bottle of lube was out and ready on the nightstand. Bane grabbed the bottle and slipped his hand over Cole’s cock. He rubbed the lube down over his prick and balls, giving them a seductive squeeze. Bane released Cole’s arms from the chains and eased him down from the swing. They kissed with their tongues flicking roughly.
“You want my ass?” Bane asked.
“I’ve never topped before.”
“Never?”
“I’ve never been taken in the ass,” Bane admitted.
“Oh, fuck.”
“I want it all with you, Cole.”
Bane pushed Cole down roughly onto the bed, straddling his hips and following him down onto the bed. They kissed passionately as their bodies were pressed tightly together. Bane grabbed at Cole’s ass, rubbing his fingers up the crack of his ass to play with his wet rim. Bane felt like a virgin all over again. He kept Cole pinned to the bed as he mounted his lover.
Bane arched his ass into the air above Cole’s throbbing cock. “Fuck me, sub.”
Cole grabbed Bane’s hips, edging the tip of his cock against the rim of Bane’s ass. Bane’s dick hung hard against Cole’s abdomen. He couldn’t believe he was so ready for round two. He groaned as Cole pushed his prick inside his ass and started to move. Cole bounced his ass roughly with quick, punishing thrusts. Their bodies hit together with a slap, slap motion that echoed into the room. Bane felt Cole’s balls slap against his perineum. He reached around, grabbing Cole’s balls tight.
“I want to come,” Cole said.
“Come for me, baby. Come.”
Cole cried out as he pulled out of Bane’s ass. Bane felt Cole’s spunk whip across his hip in four hot lashes. Bane was breathing hard as he leaned down, kissing Cole with everything he felt inside. He never felt more exposed or loved than at this moment in his entire life. He could see his future unfold within Cole’s blue eyes and that frightened him greatly. His family thought he was heterosexual. No one knew that he was gay. Bane eased down to the bed. Cole curled up at his side, twining their legs together intimately. The tips of Cole’s fingers absently brushed at the surgical scars on his chest. Bane had expected the questions when he had stripped before Cole, but Cole didn’t seem to care that his chest was all messed up with scars.
“That was amazing,” Cole said. “I’ve never experienced that with anyone before.”
“Yeah, it was new for me, too, babe.” Bane kissed Cole’s temple. “I want you to stay the night.”
“I can’t imagine ever leaving your bed again.”
Bane chuckled. “I bet we’ll have to eat sometime.”
“We can order in.”
They kissed. “I think I like the sound of that,” Bane said.
Bane tightened his hold on Cole. After a few minutes, he heard his steady breathing and knew he was asleep. They shouldn’t have gotten involved, but Bane didn’t care. He wanted and needed Cole. No, that wasn’t completely true. The truth of the matter was that he craved Cole in a way he never experienced before. What was he going to do when Cole grew tired of him? Bane was scared and excited of what tomorrow would bring.
Chapter Six
He was gone.
Bane blinked into the gray wash of rain hammering his bedroom windows. Thunder rumbled in the distance. It was the perfect day for sleeping in with a lover. A note was on the pillow next to Bane’s head. He rubbed his eyes as they adjusted to the morning. Cole had been called into work, but he promised to call later. Bane collapsed back onto the bed. His prick was throbbing hard with morning wood. The sound of the rain had Bane closing his eyes and bringing the note to his lips. The cool fibers of the paper lingered with Cole’s scent. Bane couldn’t believe he slept through him leaving.
With a frustrated groan, Bane swung his legs from the bed. He had hoped to have Cole one more time before he left. Bane glanced at the clock and cursed. He was fucking late. Not for work, but f
or letting Mars out.
Mars was at the foot of the bed curled up on the floor. “Sorry, buddy. I’ll take you out.”
Mars jumped up and ran downstairs. The rain was coming down hard. Bane opened the back door, but stayed inside. Hot coffee sat in the coffee pot. A note was on the counter from Cole. I thought you might be in need of this. ~Cole
Bane poured himself a cup of coffee. He had absolutely nothing to do today. It was Sunday, a day he should’ve been catching up with laundry and housework. All he could think about was getting together with Cole. Bane lifted his coffee as his gaze focused on the calendar on the wall. He sighed. He forgot all about his night out with his buddies from the support group. They were going out for beers. Bane thought about his fixed heart. He was born with a rare heart condition that was fixed when he was a baby. He still went for yearly heart checkups, but there was still that lingering fear of waiting for the other shoe to drop. Some studies had been done. Children with TOF were prone to needing valve replacements later on as adults. So far, so good, Bane’s heart was strong and steady within his chest.
Strong, steady, and did not sound like a normal beating heart. No, Bane’s made a swish-swish noise when it beat. He grew up defying the odds. His parents always pushed him forward and never held him back. Bane even played contact sports in high school. He wasn’t broken. He just wasn’t built like everyone else. Bane sighed, running his hand through his hair. He put Cole off about his scars. It was yet another thing he’d eventually have to tell him. Bane didn’t want to complicate the relationship that they had. He liked things just the way they were. Smooth, steady, and uncomplicated.
Mars came up onto the back deck, shaking off. He sat down on his bed, getting out of the rain. The house phone rang, startling Bane out of his daydream.
“Hello?”
“Hey, babe. I didn’t want to wake you when I left,” Cole said.
Bane loved the sound of his husky voice, whispering over the phone. “I wish you would’ve woken me. I could’ve helped you get dressed.”
