Rub Me Raw

  Then he let him go, smiling as he went back to eating.

  Fuuuuuck.

  I am soooo screwed.

  And he realized he fucking loved it.

  Craved it.

  Needed it.

  * * * *

  After dinner came more talking, with Simon on his knees on the floor in front of Victor.

  “Remember that at any time we’re playing, you can always call red. If in doubt, yellow. If I ask you for a color and you’re fine, you need to tell me green. Otherwise, yellow or red. There will be times I deliberately push you to red, both to see what your tolerance is, plus to make sure you’re actually responsive. I need to know if you get really deep in subspace if you’re still going to talk to me or not.”

  “What if I don’t?”

  “If I ever ask you how you’re doing and you don’t answer me, that’s an automatic stop.”

  Simon felt relieved, trying not to think about that Sunday morning at the Toucan. He wasn’t entirely sure Greg would have let him up if he hadn’t demanded it as vocally as he had.

  “Do you have any questions for me?” Victor asked.

  “Yes, Victor.”

  He smiled. “Go ahead.”

  “What…what if I decide I can’t do this?”

  His smile faded. “Then we’d have to talk about that, too.”

  “If I can’t, I might be open to you playing with others. At the club. Like we see Landry and Cris doing sometimes. Like that.”

  “You would?”

  “Yeah. Nothing sexual. Could I maybe do this part for you and then you beat someone else? If it comes to that?”

  “You’d be okay with that?”

  “Yeah. Only if,” he quickly added, “I decide I can’t do this. And if I could watch you play. Be there for it.”

  Victor crooked a finger at him, beckoning him closer. Then he leaned in, grabbed the tie, and pulled Simon in for a deep, sucking kiss.

  “If we get to that point, we’ll talk about it. Right now, I want to have fun with you learning this side of me. Some people start out very light and quickly dive into the deep end with no problems. Some people take to it right away. I’m not about to declare anything a lost cause after one weekend, especially when we haven’t really started yet.”

  “We haven’t?”

  “No.” Victor smiled, spreading his thighs and pulling Simon in closer. “Hands behind your back.”

  But his tone had changed. Deeper, more…solid, somehow.

  Simon immediately complied.

  Victor unfastened his belt and slacks and pulled out his cock.

  “One of the things I love is cock worship, baby. A leash wrapped around my hand while a willing, eager mouth gets me nice and hard.”

  Victor was already nice and hard, but Simon wasn’t about to correct him.

  “Open.”

  He did, letting Victor tug on the tie and pull him deep onto his cock.

  Simon had already spent hours doing this—and with his cock in Victor’s mouth—but this felt different.

  His own cock throbbed, no relief in sight.

  “The object isn’t to make me come right now, baby. It’s to show me you want it, how much it means to you. Sometimes you’ll be doing this while I’m using a paddle or something on your ass, too.”

  He reached halfway down Simon’s back with his free hand. “Not in this position. When I have you tied up on the bed or—ooh, on the coffee table.”

  He pulled Simon off his cock, stood, bringing Simon with him, and led him around the end of the wooden coffee table. He quickly cleared it with his free hand, all while never letting go of the tie.

  Then he made Simon lie facedown on it, lengthwise, his head hanging off one end.

  “Yeesss. Perfect.” Victor sat on the hassock, which put his cock at exactly the perfect height for Simon to deep-throat him without any effort at all.

  “That’s better.” Victor kept the hand holding the tie buried in Simon’s hair, resting there, as his other reached over and slapped Simon’s ass a few times.

  “See? Bet that’d feel better if you had a butt plug in it, wouldn’t it?”

  All Simon could do was moan. Victor had unlocked his brain in a way he was done trying to figure out. He would gladly, readily follow the man where he led him and hope he didn’t get lost along the way.

  Simon lost track of time as Victor softly narrated all the things he wanted to do to Simon.

  At this point, Simon didn’t care. Victor could do them allll, as long and as hard as he wanted.

  All Simon wanted was this, him, his full attention and this delicious feeling that the world ended with his voice.

  Victor.

  Finally, Victor pulled him off his cock and helped him to his feet.

  “Upstairs, baby. I need my cock inside your ass.”

  Victor put him facedown over the end of the bed. “Stay.” That was delivered with a stinging slap to his ass.

  He heard Victor walk across the hall to the other bedroom and get something from there, but he didn’t move his head to turn and look.

  “Eyes closed.”

  He did.

  Victor laid whatever the items were on the bed, and then he felt a blindfold being slid down over his eyes and tightened behind his head.

  Victor’s voice spoke into his left ear. “The brain is the body’s biggest sex organ, baby. And I love a good mindfuck.” He nipped. “Never forget this—I will never knowingly violate one of our hard limits, no matter what I’m saying. Understand?”

  “Yes, Victor.”

  His lips felt hot, tender against his cheek. “That’s my good bo-baby.”

  It sounded like Victor had slipped and almost called him his boy.

  “I’m your good boy, Victor,” he volunteered.

  He sensed him freeze. “Yes, yes you are. My very good boy.” His hand cupped Simon’s cock and slowly stroked. “And do you know what good boys get?”

  “No, Victor.”

  “Good boys get rewarded.” Victor’s warmth disappeared as he stepped away.

  Simon heard him undress, then return. The sound of the lube bottle being opened and a bare foot nudging his. “Spread.”

  Simon opened his legs wider and felt fingers coated with cool lube sliding into his ass.

  Victor’s other hand grasped his cock again. “Don’t come yet, boy. I have something special planned for you.”

  The hand on his cock disappeared, but a third finger slid into place in his ass, making him moan.

  “I know, you like when I play with you, don’t you? Like when I milked you that first night we were living together?”

  “Yes, Victor!”

  After a few minutes of this, the hand disappeared, and he sensed him wiping off on a towel. Noises, movement, and then something being buckled around his right ankle, then his left, and a bar clipped between them, preventing him from closing his legs.

  Something cool, hard, and flat was laid on his back. “I remember someone saying they wanted to be fucked with a nice, red ass, am I correct?”

  Simon’s heart raced. “Yes, Victor!”

  “These won’t be the hardest I can do, but let’s see.” The first smack sent him standing up, but unable to move because of the spreader bar.

  “Down or safeword,” Victor sternly said.

  Simon caught his breath and dropped back down onto the bed. The next couple of swats weren’t as hard, but then Victor picked it up again, combined with stroking Simon’s cock between impacts and asking him how he was doing.

  His brain felt like it’d been turned to hormone soup by the time Victor finally stopped spanking him. Simon’s ass felt hot, on fire when Victor stepped between his legs and shoved his cock into Simon’s ass.

  Victor folded his body over Simon’s, hooking his hands under his chest and cupping them around the tops of his shoulders to hold him in place as he pounded him harder than he ever remembered Victor fucking him before.

  It took every ounce of willpower no
t to come from the way his cock rubbed against the mattress.

  And from how good it felt feeling Victor’s body rubbing against his hot, stinging ass.

  Victor quickly came, filling the condom and falling still inside his ass. Nibbling the back of Simon’s neck, the next word he whispered made Simon shiver in a good way.

  “Stay.”

  Victor extricated himself. He heard him in the bathroom, water running, then he returned a moment later. Simon jumped at the feel of a butt plug sliding into his ass. Victor left the ankle cuffs on him but unclipped the spreader bar, flipped him over, and hauled him up the bed and onto a towel he’d laid there.

  Victor strapped cuffs around his wrists and raised them over his head, tying them to the headboard. The feel of a hand rolling a condom down his shaft, then the bed settling, Victor’s warmth engulfing him as he straddled him and lined Simon’s cock up with his ass.

  “Do not come until I give you permission, or it’s five with a cane. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  He realized what he said and let it stand. It felt right, perfect to call him that.

  Victor’s breath caressed his lips. “Who’s my good boy?” he whispered.

  “I’m your good boy, Sir!”

  “What will my good boy do for me?”

  “Anything, Sir!”

  “Will my good boy obey me and not come until I say so?”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  Victor slammed his body down onto Simon’s sheathed cock, drawing a moan from both. “Oh, yeah,” Victor gasped. “Oh, hey, look at that. You’re going to get a load in your mouth when this part is finished, baby. Seconds.”

  Then Simon let out a cry as the butt plug hummed to life in his ass.

  Victor giggled.

  Giggled.

  “Oh, sorry. Spoiler alert—that’s a vibrating butt plug.”

  Now Simon bit down on his lower lip in an attempt not to disobey Victor as the man started riding his cock.

  “You have a very nice cock,” Victor said. “Any man who doesn’t want this cock inside his ass is a fucking moron.” He sighed. “My good luck, for a change. I get this cock allll to myself.” He stopped moving, fully impaled, and did something to the butt plug settings.

  The humming decreased, but then it felt like something inside it was rotating. Every circle it made hit Simon right in the sweet spot.

  “Yesss, this thing is pretty evil, in its way. Expect to spend a lot of time tied up and tortured with it. It’s one of my favorite toys.” Something plastic touched his lips. “Kiss the controller and thank me.”

  He puckered right up. He would have frenched it, if asked. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “You’re welcome, boy.” Another setting adjustment, but at least Victor wasn’t moving right then. A different humming pattern that Simon could feel right through his balls.

  Apparently, he set the controller aside, because fingers tweaked his nipples, hard, harder still, pinching and releasing just before he was about to call yellow. “And these are mine, too.”

  Simon howled as something pinched his left nipple, then his right, and he couldn’t shake them off.

  “Just nipple clamps. If you can’t take them, safeword.”

  He was too busy trying to adjust to them and deciding if they were a yellow or a red when the butt plug sprang to life again. He moaned with pleasure, his nipples forgotten as Victor laughed.

  “Color.”

  “Green, Sir.”

  “Excellent. I did warn you I’m a sexual sadist. And this is on the easy end of the scale. Tomorrow will be a lot more intense. Those stay on for five minutes.”

  He took a long, slow stroke before settling his ass down on Simon’s cock again. “We’ll eventually work you up in time. It’s always easier to take the pain when I mix in the pleasure. And the bonus for me is that, after a while, pain makes you horny. So you’ll beg to be spanked and fucked at the same time. Win-win.”

  He tugged on something and both nipple clamps moved. That’s when Simon realized they had a chain connecting them. He hadn’t even noticed, between the competing pain and pleasure.

  “Yes, I realize I’m stacking the deck in my favor by using my favorite toy on you, but I wanted you to see that it’s not just about pain. I can’t enjoy this if you aren’t enjoying it. I’m not a sociopath. I want you to enjoy it. And I’m always willing to find ways you can enjoy it so we both get what we want and need out of it.”

  Victor started a sexy grind on Simon’s cock, even as he alternated tugging on the nipple clamps, the pain and pleasure dropping a hazy veil over Simon’s senses that he hoped would never go away.

  “Oh, and you may come, boy.” Victor cranked the butt plug and it felt like an explosion went off in Simon’s ass. He moaned, giving up trying to hump himself up into Victor, because his cock was now filling the condom inside Victor’s ass. Simon whimpered when Victor removed the nipple clamps as the butt plug continued merrily humming and throbbing in his ass.

  Then Victor sat up and scooted forward. “Open.”

  He did, still moaning at the feel of the butt plug doing its thing, although Victor did turn it down somewhat.

  Victor grabbed his hair with one hand and fucked his mouth, hard, deep. “If you want to be with me like this, I own you, boy. You’re mine. That means I get to use you however and whenever I want. If I want to fuck your mouth, you open it. If I want to fuck your ass, you bend over. Understand?”

  He tried to mumble yes, Sir, around Victor’s cock.

  “I’ll take that as a yes.” He slowed, long-stroking along Simon’s tongue. “Might flip you over in the middle of the night if I wake up horny and fuck that ass. I might tell you to get that sweet hole lubed and ready for me, in case I feel like fucking you. Or I might send you to work with my little toy inside you and then take you to lunch and see how quiet you can be while I make you come in the middle of a restaurant.”

  Simon felt his cock hardening again inside the condom still over him.

  Victor must have been watching, because he slowed. “Yep. That’s what I wanted. Come.” Victor cranked the butt plug again, and, impossibly, Simon came.

  Victor viciously fucked his mouth, deep-throating him and shooting a load into his mouth that Simon struggled to keep up with.

  But he did.

  Immediately, the butt plug shut off. Victor unfastened his wrists, then leaned in to kiss him, long, sweetly.

  Tenderly.

  “You are my very good boy,” he whispered. “And I love you so fucking much, you have no idea.”

  Simon grabbed his head and pulled him in for a hard, deep kiss. “I love you, too, Sir.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Sunday morning, Simon awakened and stretched, just to have his cock harden immediately when he felt his sore, well-caned ass rubbing against the sheets.

  Mmm. He was right.

  That wasn’t even morning wood, either.

  Saturday night’s play had been even more intense, and sexier than hell. Victor had impossibly gotten three climaxes out of Simon in the space of ninety minutes, the third while he found himself begging for ten more cane strokes so he could be allowed to orgasm.

  And Victor had gleefully obliged.

  “Hate me yet?”

  He looked to see Victor’s playful smile.

  Simon rolled on top of him, kissing him. “No, Sir,” he whispered. “Not even close.”

  Victor’s hands settled on Simon’s lower back. “It’s not like this every day. But…I guess it’s safe to say we’ll be able to find something that’s going to work for both of us, based on how you were begging last night.”

  “I think so.”

  He gently raked his nails up Simon’s back. “I don’t want to play with anyone else. I mean, if you want to leave that flexible for the future, okay. But right now, I know I’m going to have too damn much fun with you. We haven’t even scratched the tip of the iceberg yet.”

  The warm feeling flowing through h
im wasn’t coffee—yet. But he knew it was love. “Then bring it.”

  Victor grinned. “Ooh, a challenge. Me likey.”

  Simon was going to kiss him again when they heard a noise downstairs.

  “What the hell was that?” Victor whispered.

  Simon grabbed a pair of shorts and, with Victor not far behind him, quietly headed down the stairs.

  He saw a shadow moving. “Hey!” Simon yelled.

  The person tripped, letting out a very familiar-sounding scream of pain.

  “You son of a bitch!” Simon yelled and jumped on top of him, swinging.

  * * * *

  Victor had gone for his phone instead of clothes. When he got to the base of the stairs, the 911 operator answered and Victor had just enough time to give their address and that they had an intruder when he heard Simon yell and then jump.

  He found a light switch, and saw Simon was on top of the guy, who was facedown on the floor. The guy had tripped over a couple of paddles Victor had left there from last night’s play session.

  Setting the phone down, Victor grabbed a coil of rope and jumped on the guy, grabbing his legs and tightly hog-tying him while Simon wrestled the guy’s arms behind him. A second coil of rope easily took care of that, and by the time Victor grabbed his phone again, they heard sirens in the distance.

  “Here.” He handed Simon his phone and went to grab a pair of shorts from the dryer so he could open the front door.

  When the first deputy arrived, Victor waved him inside and he ran in, sidearm drawn, then laughing as he reholstered it.

  “You did my job for me.”

  “Well, that son of a bitch is lucky I don’t have a gun,” Simon said. “And he damn well knew I didn’t have one, didn’t you, you fuck!”

  Victor had to pull Simon back to keep him from kicking at the intruder’s head as the deputy was now trying to handcuff him.

  “Babe, you know him?”

  “Fuck yeah, I know him! That’s goddamned Greg, my ex!”

  * * * *

  Another deputy arrived, and they got Greg searched, his rights read to him, and loaded him into the back of one of the cars while the first deputy took Simon and Victor’s statement.