by James Cox
He took a shaky breath. “Aye.”
I smiled, placed my hand on the back of his neck, and pushed him toward the stairs. I led him with my grip. We shut off lights in the backroom then climbed down into the basement. I closed the latch, letting him go down first, then joined him.
Harley stood there awkwardly, biting his lower lip with a red splotch blooming on his neck. “I feel like a fooking virgin.” He chuckled nervously.
I didn’t. “Take your shirt off.”
Harley puckered his lips and blew out a breath. He nodded like he was talking to himself silently then started to remove his shirt.
I watched as his pale skin was revealed one inch at a time. He was beautiful, clusters of freckles over his pecs and shoulders. He didn’t have defined abs, but his stomach was flat and tight. There was a patch of ginger hair that started at his belly button and disappeared under his jeans. “Some of this will hurt you, but it’ll add to the pleasure.” I grabbed my sack from under the bed and the whip, placing them both on the table in the center of the room. Then I walked up to Harley and grabbed his chin. “I want you to push your boundaries. Let the pain wash over you but if it’s too much, if the pleasure fades and all you feel is pain, I want you tell me.”
“Aye.”
“A word, one word that will make me stop.” I shivered, pushing away memories of my childhood. I had my own safe word, one that I had used over and over again but it never stopped my pain. I growled, pushing the memory so far away it wouldn’t resurface. I hoped. Once I got into this, I knew the pleasure and pain would override everything else. “What’s your word, Harley?”
“Me word?”
“The safe word. The word that stops me.”
“Oh, um.” He was silent a moment then said, “Cha tèid nì sam bith san dòrn dùinte.”
I lifted a dark eyebrow.
“It’s an ol’ Irish saying my father always said. Not’ing can get into a closed fist. He told me one day everyone would be free. We just have to keep our fists closed until that time.”
“Okay. Good.” I placed one hand on each shoulder. “Relax.”
“I been wanting t’is for so long.” He leaned forward to kiss me.
Normally, I’d punish him for not asking but this was our first time and he was more nervous than anyone else I’d ever played with. I kissed him back. Our tongues glided along each other. I nipped at his lower lip and Harley pulled away. I let go of him and opened my sack. What to begin with? I couldn’t start with the intense stuff even though I really wanted to. No, I wanted Harley to enjoy his first experience with me. I grabbed the flogger, setting it on the table beside the whip. After pushing a few things aside, I also brought out the flat paddle and left the box on top. I had plans for that as well. I was nearly giddy. Finally, I’d be able to release that dark part of me and turn it to pleasure. It was a surprise to do this with Harley, but the Irishman was certainly a treat. I smiled at him as he moved from foot to foot. “Will you settle down?” I chuckled then yanked him in for a kiss. The moment our lips touched, he stopped fidgeting and sunk into the erotic stroking. “Take your pants off.”
Harley nodded eagerly and started to unbutton.
I took the flogger. The handle was black with long flat tails extending outward. “I’m going to start soft,” I muttered. “Turn around.” He did. I got to see the long expanse of his back. He was flawless, pale skin with wide shoulders. There were freckles scattered here too. “Take off the boxers.”
Harley visible took a deep breath and then slid the last piece of clothing down.
“And what an ass you have.” I smiled, though I wasn’t sure if it had an evil gleam to it. I felt that dark part of me rising up like a damn dust storm. I gripped the flogger tight as my gaze roamed over Harley’s backside. His ass cheeks were these two perfect, plump areas that were ripe for playing. His thighs were thick with muscle and scattered red hair down to his ankles. His bare feet were flat on the ground, but his toes were curled. “Put your hands on the wall.”
“Aye.” He flattened his palms on the basement wall.
I laid the flogger on his right shoulder.
Harley jerked.
“Easy.” I placed a kiss on the back of his neck and then one on each shoulder. I slid those flat, dark tendrils across his back. They were smooth so it didn’t exert any pain. Yet. The dark tails fell down his back, touching him, caressing evenly. Then I touched his right hip, sliding them to his thigh. That’s where I’d start. At his thick thighs then to his back. Avoiding the spine of course. I pulled my arm back and tugged it forward. The slap was dull. I hadn’t used much pressure. I didn’t even mark up the skin. “You all right?”
“Aye,” he said, his voice holding a hint of a groan.
I jerked the flogger back again, this time using slightly more force. The tails slapped against his thigh. I moved to the other side. Stroking soft then spanking him with the flogger.
Harley’s hips thrust forward and small red spots formed on his thigh.
I dragged the flogger over his beautiful ass then slapped at his thigh again, this time just a bit more strength.
Harley groaned. “Fook.”
“You like that?”
Harley nodded.
“Want more?”
“Aye.”
My cock was steadily growing between my legs as the flogger whacked against Harley's thigh again. Soft to the right, harder to the left then skim the tails across his ass. It became a pattern, alternating between rough and gentle. Each stroke sent my dick filling my crotch. I loved hearing the snap, the sting, the groan of pain accompanied by pleasure. “Are you hard?”
“Fook, yes,” he said then groaned.
I walked up to him, running the hard handle along his left hip, over his back, up his spine then back down. This time I followed his ass crack all the way and nudged at his balls. His legs were very far apart so I didn’t get a chance to see what equipment he was wielding. I placed my lips on his back, tracking a line of freckles with my tongue as the handle gently prodded his balls. “You’re doing very good.”
“Feels bloody wonderful.”
I smiled against his skin. “Turn around for me?” I made it a question, giving him an out in case he wanted to stop here.
Harley dropped his hands and turned. He was standing there with an erection thick enough to make my mouth water and a proud grin on his face.
“Mmm.” Harley was gorgeous. He had a nest of red pubic hair. His balls were tight and nearly perfectly matched. His dick was thicker than mine but not as long. His shaft was curved slightly to the right with a bunching of foreskin at the end. His cockhead and piss slit peeked through. He was ridiculously pale expect for his cockhead which was blushed. “You. Are. Perfect.”
Harley snorted. “I ain’t ’ad any complaints.”
I smiled. “Lots of compliments.” I licked my lips. What I wanted was to suck on his dick so hard the Irishman exploded in my mouth. But that would be rushing and I did not rush. No, I took my sweet time until we were both ready to collapse, that way the orgasm was as intense as it could be. I stepped back with the flogger still in my hands. I slithered the tails across his chest. “Such pale skin. I want to watch it turned red.” I slapped the flogger.
Harley flinched. His lips parted as he gasped.
I moved the tendrils down each of his sides then gave his chest another slash.
Harley’s head fell back and his eyes closed.
It sent a wave of pleasure through me seeing how much he liked this. It gave me more hope than I’d had in a long time. I flogged his chest, gently at first then moved to his upper thigh, slapping them harder.
Harley jerked. His cock bobbed and swayed.
I smacked that same spot and saw a drop of white well up from his piss slit. I swiped at it with the tendrils, which made Harley’s eyes pop open.
“Yer...yer not gonna ’it me cock, are ya?”
I grinned. “Nope.”
He visibly relaxed.
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I brushed the tendrils over his shaft. “Spread your legs.” When he did, I slapped the flogger against the inside of his leg. His pale skin was turning a lovely shade of pink so I alternated between each thigh until Harley let out a deep rumble of a groan. I placed the flogger on the table, unable to stand the constraint any longer. I opened the buttons of my pants and let my cock breath. It was so hard, so thick, and I stroked it without pause for several seconds. Then I turned to Harley, who was watching me adamantly.
“You ’ave jewels down t’ere too.”
“Yes.” I tugged on the left piercing, which made my foreskin stretch away and my red penis head peeked out. “And here.” I pulled off my shirt, throwing it on the floor near my feet. I pulled on each nipple ring, savoring that sting of pain with the ecstasy. “Come here.”
Harley stared into my eyes.
I kissed him. Normally the kissing was a minimum during this but I kept getting distracted. I pulled away. “On your knees.” He shifted so he was kneeling on the shirt. My cock was standing tall before him. “Lick my balls.” I grabbed my shaft, holding it while he leaned forward. His tongue prodded my balls. They were lower than his so he had no problem getting to them. He sucked at the skin. My pleasure doubled at his efforts. Then I pushed the foreskin and the piercings down some so my head was revealed. “Suck the tip.” I loved this. Just the end, sucked, licked, nipped. That part just made me more eager and excited. I was never into deep throating. No, give me an eager mouth on my penis head any day of the week and I would be one happy boy. Hell, every day of the week and I’d be the happiest man on Mars. His lips wrapped around me. His tongue poked at my piss slit as he sucked. I moaned his name, unable to stay silent. My free hand moved to his hair, brushing my fingers through the soft strands. He sucked over and over. His tongue was like the tendrils of that flogger. When I was about to blow, I stepped back. “Enough.”
Harley licked his lips. “That was fun.”
I winked down at him. “Stand.” He did. “Always have your hands behind your back. Thrust your hips forward, I want to see that beautiful dick.”
He shifted his hands behind him, which made his cock that much more emphasized.
I took the paddle next. The handle was rounded but then flattened out. It was a soft wood color though it wasn’t real wood. I wouldn’t want my sub to get splinters in some sensitive places. “Bend over the table, Harley.”
He did, his upper half lying flat, feet on the floor.
I placed the paddle between his legs. “Spread for me.”
He shifted his legs farther apart.
I took the curved edge and ran it along his balls.
“Oh, fook.” He shivered. “’ow much longer?”
I chuckled. “Very long.” I tightened my grip and took the flat edge to his right ass cheek. It was a slap that would sting like a hand, nothing too painful.
“W’ip!” he cried out.
I spanked him harder this time. His pale ass sprouted a red mark. “Reach out and cup my balls.”
He grabbed them, stroking them as I brought the paddle to his left cheek hard enough to make his body jerk. I hit him again and again and again until his ass looked like he had a sunburn.
Harley was alternating between groans and cursing. His dick was so thick. I heard a splatter of pre-cum fall to the floor. It was louder than usual in this quiet basement. I moved to the other side of the table, my dick now close to his face. “Suck me again.” He wrapped his lips around me. “No hands.” He moved his hands to his side. Each time he pulled with his mouth, I gave his ass a spank with the paddle. On the fourth suck, I made sure I used my full force. His cheeks would be sore tomorrow, but so far he’d done nothing but enjoy. So much hope filled me. Suck, spank, suck, spank until my dick was about ready to explode again. “Enough.” I stepped back. It took me a few minutes to get myself under control. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Aye,” he muttered.
I moved behind him, spreading his ass cheeks to see his puckered hole. I took the lube from my sack and a condom. I rolled it on then opened the lube. It was warm as I spread it over his hole then stuck one finger inside him.
“Please, W’ip. Fook me.”
“I will. I am.” I inserted two fingers, adding more lube on the third penetration. Then I grabbed my cock, pressed myself against his hole, teasing him. I used my hand on his already red ass, giving him three consecutive spanks. “You will not touch yourself.”
He pressed his ass up to me.
“You will not come until I tell you to.”
Harley nodded.
“You will focus on my pleasure, my climax,” I ordered then spanked his other ass cheek until he cried out.
“Aye! You first.”
I smiled then eased my head into his ass. The piercings pulled at my foreskin sending a sting as I eased deeper. He was tight. Too tight. I pulled free, added more lube to the condom over my dick then entered again. Ah, that’s better. I slid my cockhead inside.
Harley moaned my name, his inner muscles squeezing around me.
I pushed myself forward, inch after inch into the man that had secretly longed for me for so long. Each thrust sent a swirl of hunger through my body. I pulled out then back in. “Harley.” My voice was strained. I spanked his ass again. One left, one right. His hole tightened up on me. It felt so fucking good. I grabbed the flogger as I thrust inside him. The tails flew across his shoulder, snapping loudly.
Harley cried out.
I thrust again, sending those tendrils to his other shoulder. They snapped back at the last moment, so the ends pinged against his soft skin.
“W’ip! Please!” His hips were thrusting as his hands fisted, nearly punching the table.
I focused on the pleasure, pumping my body into his, the flogger laying across his back as the desire built. I was so close, so close. I shut my eyes, grabbed Harley’s hips, and worked his ass as hard as I could. My thrusts were brutal. Most men screamed their safe word by now. My dick wasn’t small enough to fuck an ass as harsh as I was. But Harley took it. He grunted and groaned beneath me until my orgasm spilled over. It was my turn to cry out. I yelled his name as my climax exploded. My body was a conductor of carnality. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t talk, couldn’t think. Then my balls were empty. I was gasping, easing myself out of his hole, and holding on to his red cheeks.
“Don’t stop fooking me.” He moaned.
I chuckled. “My weapon is out of ammo.” I peeled the condom off and threw it in a small garbage can near the stairs. I missed. My aim was off. Whatever. “Turn around.”
Harley groaned but obeyed. He faced me. His dick was smeared with pre-cum. “I ‘ave to come.”
“You will. When I tell you to.” I grabbed my whip, taking the long tendrils and wrapping it loosely around Harley’s balls.
He jerked, moaned.
I twisted it over the base of his cock, pulling it tighter then I leaned down and sucked on the tip of him. He tasted sweet and salty, pleasing to my taste buds.
“Fook!” He practically screamed the word.
I tugged the whip, sucking harder. “Tell me when you’re close.”
“Close, close,” he said frantically. I tightened the whip even more around him and then I used my hand to work his shaft. I kissed him, our lips meeting just as his cock shuddered. Sperm sprayed across my torso as our tongues met. He groaned and I swallowed the sound. When I felt the last spurts of his cum leak out, I let him go. Harley was gasping as I unwrapped the whip and threw it on the table.
“W’at the fook.” He wiped at the sweat on his hairline. “T’at was bloody amazing.”
I chuckled, wrenching him closer for a kiss. It was brief, just enough to show how much I appreciated him. He’d survived my dark side. Not that I couldn’t get darker but this was a hell of a start. I used his discarded shirt to wipe myself clean. “Are you going to stay?”
He bit his lip and nodded. “Aye. I want to.”
I grabbed his ha
nd and we walked over to the small cot. It would be cozy for sure. He lay against the wall with me behind him. I cupped my body against his. Harley’s warm skin was my undoing. I closed my eyes, pressed my arm over him, and quickly felt sleep take me.
Chapter Four
I hadn’t slept this well in weeks. I woke, curled around Harley with his head on my arm and mine flung over his torso. Our bodies were pressed tightly together so he could no doubt feel my morning excitement. However, I watched the even fall and rise of his chest. He slept more soundly than I did. We were both naked still and when I eased out of the blanket, a chill hit me that made my proud stiffy falter. I grabbed jeans, shoved them on, and a new shirt since the old one was crusted with dry cum. I gave the computer a quick glance, seeing the program was still working. I silently took each item we used last night and cleaned them up. Tucking them into the sack but leaving the box out. Then I sat and watched Harley sleep. Maybe a little creepy but last night had been fantastic. Sure we both got off but he didn’t freak out on me. Progress. I can’t believe I didn’t even know he was interested, must be my concentration on the cause. I picked up the small square radio that fit in the palm of my hand. “Whip to ugly bikers.” I grinned.
Chaos responded. “Who the fuck you calling ugly?”
I chuckled. “How goes the struggle?”
“So far, quiet. A few over eager peacekeepers. Any luck?”
“I don’t need luck, I have the skill.” I glanced at the screen. “Another hour, maybe less, and I’ll piggyback the government’s signal. I’ll be able to tell you who’s masturbating and where.”
“Nice. Let us know. Outlaw has us on high alert. He’s got that nagging feeling they’re planning something.”
