A Shift in Sands

by A. Phallus Si

  “To fuck me—your bitch.” Jake moaned. He was without shame. He needed something to happen, for Carlyle to give it to him. He sounded desperate whining, and he didn’t care. “F-fill me, fill my… my hungry hole.”

  “Good little bitch.” Carlyle began to push in, the stretch burning so good. “Let everyone hear how much you like it. How hungry you are for a thick cock.” He kept pushing deeper and Jake was lost in the sensation. Overwhelmed. “Louder, bitch."

  Jake sighed, reveled in the feeling, the fullness. He’d expected Carlyle to hurt him, take him hard, but this was beyond what he imagined. So intense, flairs of pain as the thick rod stretched his passage, making Jake take his cock.

  “I’ll wreck you. Until you’re moaning on my dick,” Carlyle promised, pounding deep and pulling out slow. Setting a steady pace. Making Jake want.

  Each thrust was a snap, his pelvis bruising Jake’s ass. Jake grunted with every slam, and groaned with each slide. So good. He liked it; he liked cock. Jake trembled; he fucking loved it. He loved being fucked in the ass.

  Carlyle slowed, pulling back all the way. Jake whined as he dangled from Carlyle’s cock.

  “Shhh… be good.” His cock eased in and out. “I want to watch how hungry you are.” Carlyle drew back until the flare of his head was caught on Jake’s rim. “Fucking gorgeous all stretched out, suck it back in,” he urged, petting him. Jake tried to clench, pull it back in. Fuck. So hard. He kept trying; until bit-by-bit he got more.

  “That’s it, work that ass. Good job,” Carlyle kissed his back and pushed all the way in. Jake sighed. He liked being full. “We’ll train your ass to milk my cock. Until you can suck and push it.”

  Jake didn’t know what to think about him planning ahead, more encounters like this. He didn’t want to think about it. All he wanted was to feel; he’d never felt like this. Sex had never been like this. This good. He no longer cared about the desperate noises he was making, begging for Carlyle or the camera or Wallace standing right next to them.

  “He’s going to be perfect, Wallace. With an ass like this—perfect.” Jake kept clenching and Carlyle fucked into him hard. The only thing stopping him from falling off the bench was the bruising grip wrapped around his pelvis.

  Dull pain bloomed as the burn grew. And then Carlyle changed angles. “Fuck!” Whatever he was doing now shot streaks of pleasure through Jake with every stroke.

  “Bitch likes that, don’t you,” Carlyle growled, the tempo of his thrusts increasing as he powered into his ass. “Show me. I want to feel you cum on my cock.”

  Jake yanked against the rope, his shoulders pulling as he arched back, hoping for more. The pain and pleasure multiplied inside him, his whole body taut in expectation. A spiral of sensation engulfed him as he clenched down, gripping Carlyle’s cock. Jake cried out as stripe after stripe of cum painted the tiles in front of him.

  Carlyle grunted, pounding faster until he thrust deep one last time, shooting his load. Carlyle leaned over, sliding across Jake’s sweaty back to lick his neck. Covering him. Jake shifted beneath him, his ass full, as they both panted, trying to catch their breath. Carlyle’s hand slid around to fondle Jake’s spent cock and pinch the head.

  Carlyle chuckled. “A proper bitch, coming from a cock in its hole. You’ll train up well.”

  Carlyle finally slid out of his ass. Jake lay there, open. The condom landed on the floor in front of him with a splat. Slick, shiny, white fluid oozing out onto the tile next to Jake’s messy stripes. Carlyle’s cum. Strong hands pulled Jake’s cheeks apart, and thumbs circling the tender, bruised flesh at his opening.

  “Swollen and puffy, cum fucked out. That’s how you treat a virgin whore, Wallace. Before you know it, he’ll be begging for more.”

  Lube dribbled out of his ass and down his balls. Jake could almost imagine Carlyle’s cum.

  The Morning After

  Jake yanked the sweat-soaked t-shirt over his head. He’d run harder than usual today and skipped his cool down. He was still replaying yesterday in his mind. His ass ached. This morning he’d almost cried when he first woke up. It might have been great at the time, but his ass was off limits for the foreseeable future. More frustrating than the pain, he was aggravated and confused. The best orgasm of his life was a game to Carlyle, nothing but a bit of fun to pass the time.

  He kicked his running shoes and shorts into the corner, intent on scrubbing himself clean. Again. A dark stripe of bold lettering on flesh caught his eye. Jake stood there, buck-naked; he couldn’t help but stare. Where there were often reminders or invitations from the hotel, instead there was an image.

  The picture on his video screen was a naked ass. Naked with a pair of hands pulling the cheeks apart, spreading them wide enough to see the anus. Magnified, it took up all 52 inches. The opening was deep pink and swollen and a dribble of glistening liquid trailed down the hairless sac.

  Fuck. It was his ass. Jake sat back onto the bed and stared. Carlyle had uploaded it to his guest room. The title read, ‘Hungry Virgin Hole Sucks Cock’.

  He hit play.

  “I was wondering if you were going to come back to me, agent.”

  Jake hadn’t been back in Carlyle’s office since their first meeting. Seeing him here, it was different. Maybe it was all the props: the polished mahogany desk that was wide enough to lay his torso down width-wise, the thick plush carpet that silenced steps, or even smell of ink and paper; regardless, it lacked the informality of Carlyle’s villa. Wallace stood straighter and closer, and Carlyle seemed distant. As if the environment was driving their behavior, and Jake’s too.

  Carlyle rounded his desk and opened the glass door to the patio. “When I got your note it made my morning, and I’m more than happy to oblige your request.”

  “I’m not ready for… more,” Jake blurted out.

  Carlyle’s brow furrowed. “Did you use the cream delivered to your room? It should have arrived after breakfast.”

  “Yes.”

  “Did it help?” Concern was evident in his voice. “Perhaps, I should check for tears.”

  “No.” Jake did not want that—to be viewed as a thing, an object. Not now. “I’m fine. Just sore.”

  Carlyle rubbed his shoulders. “No wonder. You’re muscles are tense and knotted. Let’s rub you down before we start.” He pulled Jake out onto the patio.

  Carlyle held up a long length of rope. “I thought since you enjoyed yourself so much the last time we did this that you might like something a bit different.” He led Jake outside near a large hot tub. “I want to tie you to the fence and play with you.”

  Jake’s definition of play was changing. He could hear people wandering on the other side, cocktail hour at the pool, as he stripped. Almost everyone would be there, milling about, making plans for later—some secret, some not so discreet.

  An enormous pair of oiled hands kneaded his shoulders. Jake groaned as they pushed deep into the muscle, Wallace’s hands were so wide they covered most of his back as he rubbed, and slid easily along Jake’s flesh, warm and slick.

  “Do you think you can be quiet?” Carlyle asked as Jake moaned under Wallace’s hands. “Or should I let them hear how you beg for me?” Jake remembered how desperate he sounded on the video. “How hard I fuck you, and how much you like it?”

  He wanted it, but he didn’t want to like it—he didn’t want to admit how desperate Carlyle made him. Under all the pain, the humiliation, and the pleasure, Jake knew it was something more for him than just a trade. Carlyle was more. He was screwed.

  “I’ll give you a choice: pain or pleasure?”

  “Pain,” said Jake. “I want you to hurt me.”

  If he was going to come apart where others could hear him he wanted the pain. Asking for pain he could dismiss as part of the job when this was all done. Not the pleasure. He’d come to realize that he liked both, wanted both, if he was honest with himself, but Jake didn’t want more memories to fight when this was over. Couldn’t bear for people to know wha
t he really liked. That he was beginning to desire Carlyle, looked forward to his games, enjoyed being under him.

  “Hurt me.”

  Carlyle shook his head, walking over with a coil of plain hemp rope. He started wrapping Jake with it, knotting as he went. The rope was soft and smelled good, like cut grass. The length crossed over his chest and circled around his ribs, until it felt secure, like a harness. Carlyle ran another length over Jake’s pelvis and encircled his testicles and cock. Jake closed his eyes as his groin swelled. His gaze flickered open in time to catch Carlyle grinning at his reaction. He knotted the rope and pulled it up between Jake’s thighs and ass cheeks until it rested against his anus. He adjusted it, pushing the knot in a bit, the soft rope breaching Jake’s tender hole. A reminder, being fucked open by Carlyle even when he wasn’t. Carlyle prodded it a few times, chuckling as Jake grumbled.

  “Complaining already?”

  “No, sir.” Jake squeaked as Carlyle bit his ass, drawing the rope up his spine, tying his wrists back and then securing him to the harness. He tied the harness to a few eye rings screwed into the fence.

  “Mmm… that does look good. What do you think, Wallace?”

  “Very nice. You have a pretty boy.”

  Yes. Pretty excitable, too.” Carlyle grabbed his cock. “Already eager, yet he says he wants pain today.” Jake had responded to being tied, and knowing that there was a crowd feet from him added an extra thrill. Naked and getting hard, if they saw him they’d know what kind of man he was.

  “Lucky for you and him, he likes both,” said Wallace, settling closer to watch.

  “He was definite in his desire for pain. Should I show him how much he can hurt? I think I take that pleasure away from him, so he understands what he’s missing.” Carlyle stepped away. “In fact, I don’t think he’ll be able to be quiet.” Carlyle turned on the jets for the hot tub. The loud bubbling masked the laughs and chattering. “Wouldn’t want to disturb the guests.”

  Carlyle stripped off his clothes until all that was left was his gold watch. Jake no longer looked at a male body objectively, and certainly not Carlyle. He was beautiful. Powerful. He stood a few inches taller than Jake, and though leaner through the torso, his shoulders were wide and muscled. He manhandled Jake easily.

  Jake was hard by the time Carlyle returned. He stroked his hands up and down Jake’s side, leaning in. He could feel Carlyle’s cock thickening against his as he frotted gently against Jake, bending his lips to Jake’s. Jake gasped as Carlyle stroked his dick and then fondled his balls, wrapped tightly and securely in their rope.

  “You always choose pain over pleasure. Is it because you’re afraid?” Carlyle’s cradling touch turned harsh as he squeezed Jake’s testicles, crushing them slowly. The pressure grew until Jake cried out, tears tracking down his face. He’d begged for pain, but. Jake wanted pleasure just as much as pain. Carlyle saw right through him anyway.

  He was the only one who ever had.

  Jake sobbed as the pain intensified. Wallace was forgotten; the camera recording his shame meant nothing. Pain filled Jake’s world. If Carlyle could only squeeze the agony from him. Crush it, so that Jake could crumble into little pieces and let himself fall away. Forgotten, stepped on, and left to blow away.

  A finger gently collected tears from Jake’s face, pulling his attention. He wanted more than the pain. Carlyle’s face swam back into focus. Now instead of one point there were two, the pain and Carlyle. Jake watched him lick the tear from his finger.

  “You know pain, but pleasure scares you.” Carlyle gathered more tears and painted Jake’s lips, then kissed him. The briny taste mixing with Carlyle’s own flavor. Carlyle knew. Saw through his lies. All of them, not just the ones he played for the investigation, but everything he was.

  Jakes cried out as Carlyle pulled back. Exposed. The pain was no longer only centered in those hands.

  “What did you do wrong?”

  Why could he see?

  “Why do you need to be punished?”

  No one should see that much.

  “The perfect boy, the perfect man, the perfect agent—the FBI’s golden boy.”

  “STOP!” Jake screamed. The shout echoed in his ears.

  Carlyle’s crushing fist released his balls. His vision greyed, and Wallace’s gasp overlaid the snick of his blade, as the ropes began to fall away. Those large hands worked quickly freeing him. Jake pushed at all the hands touching him. He had to walk, had to get away. Jake wobbled, and Carlyle’s arms went around his shoulders.

  “I said stop,” Jake reminded. “You promised… Promised.” He feebly pushed and stumbled towards the gate. Clothes, where were they? Arms tightened around him and steered him towards a hammock.

  “We stopped.” An oversized towel wrapped around him as Carlyle pulled him down beside him, cradling him. “It’s over.” And they began to rock.

  “I need to go.” More tears escaped. “We’re done. I want to go.” A hand petted his head, the fingers slowly running through his hair.

  “I leave when we’re done.” That was the rule. He always left. What was Carlyle doing now? A numbness overtook him. It was so hard to think. Why had the rules changed?

  “You leave when you’re ready.” Carlyle kissed his forehead, a gentle press of lips. cool against his skin. “And you’re not ready.” Another kiss. “Stay.” The hand carded through his hair as they lay there swaying .

  Jake nodded with a shaky sigh. The numbness made it difficult to feel anything except for Carlyle’s chest beneath his cheek and the damp that accrued with each tear. At least he was quiet now, just a steady trickle.

  Another kiss. “You can cry. It’s all right. Let it out,” Carlyle whispered in Jake’s ear. Another kiss.

  He could remember the last time someone held him like this and kissed him—it only made it worse.

  A shadow fell across his book and Jake looked up. Carlyle sat down on the chaise next to him. Jake hadn’t been avoiding him exactly, but a couple days away from Carlyle reviewing data while waiting for instructions on how to proceed wasn’t bothering Jake either. Today was the first day his testicles weren’t sore. He’d enjoyed his run without the constant reminder of his crying. He still felt a bit raw from Carlyle’s inquisition and his subsequent breakdown. And he was more than a little confused about what happened after, the cuddling, the kisses, and being bundled into his bed and watched until he fell asleep.

  “You’re looking good, Jake.” Carlyle watched the guests milling about. “Everything all right?”

  “Yep. Fine,” Jake responded not looking up. Then realizing how stupid that was he finally glanced up. Carlyle looked great, at ease and smiling. Jake would categorize it as content. After everything that happened, Carlyle was happy.

  “I got—I need something else,” Jake sighed. “But I don’t know if it’s possible, or you’re willing.”

  “Trust me, if I can… there’s little I wouldn’t be willing to do.”

  “I need access to Ziehe’s personal computer system.”

  Carlyle whistled, flipping his sunglasses up. “Not asking for much, are you? His security is better than mine. You can’t just storm him, and the only time he’s relaxed is when he’s playing, Jake.”

  “I understand.”

  “Let me see what I can find out.”

  “I have a plan, but you’re not going to like it.” Carlyle poured a couple glasses of sparkling water and handed him one. “I don’t like it. Even Wallace doesn’t like it.” Wallace snorted.

  “Beggars can’t be choosers.”

  “Remember you said that.” Carlyle fiddled with his glass, spinning it. “Ziehe has a small party planned this weekend on his yacht. Limited guest list with a few close associates, some toys, and security.”

  “Sounds perfect,” said Jake. “What’s the problem?”

  “I have an invitation, but other than Wallace, I only ever take play partners.” Carlyle paused for effect. “You’d be my plus one… my toy.”


  Jake looked to Wallace, impassive as always. “You mean like what we do here. Sex?”

  “Generally it’s a bit more intense than that, but I could make accommodations and say you’re in training. New. But, it’s still going to be a lot more than what we’ve been doing.”

  “How much more? Just lay it out.”

  “I would have you naked, collared and leashed, and on your knees at all times crawling by my side unless I left you with Wallace. No speaking, perfect obedience, or there’d be consequences—immediate consequences.”

  A chill ran over Jake.

  “Additionally, I’m in the habit of sharing my toys and a sudden change would be highly suspicious.”

  Jake started shaking his head. Carlyle ignored him and continued.

  “I can plug you, make your ass off limits, but I never gag my pets since I like to hear them, as you know.” Carlyle smiled as if they were in on a joke together. Jake didn’t like this joke. “They’ll expect your participation. No one’s going to watch a demo and I don’t trust anyone to offer you up for impact play. The event is catered and Ziehe has his own crew to handle refreshments, so service in that sense is out.” Jake had a feeling the service Carlyle was going suggest would be one that he wasn’t suited for. “The best alternative is for you to do a round of oral service.”