“They can.” Tom moaned.
“Do you want to come like this, or do you want to find a dark corner where we can be naughty?” Mischa ground his hips into Tom’s behind.
Tom made a peculiar sound between a snort of laughter and a groan. “Yes, please. I would... Could you...” The boy was so fucking adorable when he couldn’t get the words out.
“I probably can if you ask me.” Mischa pinched Tom’s nipples. He yelped and writhed.
“Oh, fuck, sir. I... God. Sir, would you please spank me? Before you take me?”
Mischa groaned. Jesus, this was hot.
“Yes, boy. I’ll even paddle you.” Tom’s sigh was almost a whimper, his knees not quite steady.
“Private room or dark corner?”
“I... Dark corner is fine.” You’d think the boy would be impotent with the amount of blood in his cheeks. But he didn’t have any problems down there. Whatsoever.
Mischa took a paddle from the wall and dragged Tom to his favorite dark corner. People could hear what was going on, but they wouldn’t be on display.
“Bend over, boy.” He forced Tom to lean over, hands against the wall. Tom gave a little squeak and obeyed. Then Mischa paddled his boy in a steady rhythm, just enough to give Tom a nice sting and make the boy horny. It worked quite well; Tom was a sobbing mess when Mischa finally fingered him and pushed into him. Mischa shouted when the tightness gripped his cock, his sounds mingling with Tom’s yelling at being opened up.
It didn’t last long, it couldn’t, but God, it was hot. Mischa roared and emptied himself into the condom, and then he rubbed Tom’s bulge through the jockstrap until his boy came. Mischa stood for a moment, trying to catch his breath. Then he had to pull out, getting rid of the condom. He pulled Tom up, kissing his boy gently.
“Thank you, boy. That was lovely.”
Tom just sighed, spent.
“Time to go home, don’t you think?” Tom nodded, and Mischa put his arm around Tom and started walking them out. Tom hesitated before they stepped out into the big room.
“What’s wrong?” Mischa knew, of course, but he wanted to hear it anyway.
“It’s just... Everybody can see that you just spanked me. And I came in my underwear.”
Mischa leaned in, nuzzling Tom’s neck. “They can. They can probably see that you’re well fucked, too, and smell your come on you. And they can see that I did it to you and that I’m taking you home now.” Tom moaned. Mischa smiled and nipped his neck.
“Okay, sir.” Mischa smiled and led his boy out through the club. And Tom was right, people did stare. Mischa enjoyed every minute of it, taking his boy home.
***
They slept in the next morning and then spent a long time over breakfast, talking about the night before. Mischa couldn’t help but be just a little worried. Things might seem different in the bright light of day.
His instincts had been sound, though; Tom was intrigued with the club.
“I was so close to freaking out when I realized what that metal rod was for, though.” Tom was eating melon and licking the juice off his fingers. The sight was almost enough to distract Mischa.
“I thought that there would be blood all over the place and a screaming sub. And not screaming in the good way.”
“I wouldn’t make you watch something like that.”
“No, you wouldn’t. On the other hand, not even you can control everything that happens.” Mischa snorted. He had been pretty successful so far, and he intended to keep it that way.
“And then you made me watch, and it was beautiful. He was out of his mind with lust, and he let it all out. It was even a bit scary.”
“Why was it scary?” Mischa needed to know.
Tom thought about it. “I’m not sure. Because he made himself so vulnerable, I think. Both in what he did and how he reacted to it. He didn’t hold back at all.”
“And the second scene?” Mischa was curious about this; Tom had been very adamant about wanting to watch that.
Tom was quiet for a long time. “I don’t know how to describe it. I didn’t know you could fight like that, that someone could give you that much. It was... really brave.”
Mischa was a bit shocked at the insight Tom showed in the power dynamics of a scene; it had taken him a lot longer to get that far.
“It is. They know each other well, and Brad is very particular in picking the situation and his helpers.”
They talked a bit longer, and then Mischa took Tom into the playroom for their last scene before Tom had to go back to the city. He told Tom to stand in the middle of the floor as usual and started circling the boy. Tom stood up straight, relaxed and a little aroused.
“I have a treat for you today: you can choose what the scene will be.” Mischa was almost sure that Tom would choose a paddling and a fuck.
He didn’t, though. Instead, the boy thought for a long time. Then he started speaking, hesitantly.
“Did you... did you enjoy giving me the enema, sir?” The boy’s cheeks were already reddening.
Mischa was surprised. He still gave an honest answer.
“I did. I love to see you struggle, and I like knowing that I’m filling you with water.”
Tom nodded. “You see, I didn’t like it. It was so embarrassing that I really had problems obeying you. But I read this story last week.” He was getting eager now.
“It was about a couple who was into this lifestyle. They had a friend over, and the Dom told him that his sub got an enema every evening, in a really humiliating way. When the friend asked why he did it, the Dom answered that the sub hated getting an enema and loved him for doing it to him anyway.
“Does it make any sense to you at all that I want it because I don’t want it?”
Mischa’s heart almost melted. He stepped close to his sub’s back, nuzzling Tom’s throat. “It makes a lot of sense. You want me to make you do it. And I will.” Tom nodded, looking relieved about being understood. Mischa let him feel how excited he was when he rubbed against his sub’s naked ass.
“Come, boy. Into the bathroom.” He walked his boy to the tiled area of the playroom and let him stand in the middle of the floor, where Tom could see all the preparations. Tom was half hard and looking nervous, apprehensive. Mischa put the towels on the floor and pulled over the IV stand with the water.
“Lie down, boy.” Tom hesitated, fighting so hard with himself. Then he bent his knees, almost involuntarily, and lay down. Mischa lay down behind him.
“Good boy.” Mischa lubed up Tom’s ass and put the nozzle in him, turning on the water right away.
Tom gasped and jerked a bit, and Mischa reached around and started stroking his cock. Tom got hard fast, and he kept it up even as his breathing got labored.
“Oh, sir, getting full.” Mischa knew; he could see the water fill the slender belly. Tom groaned, thrashing a bit. Mischa put his leg over Tom’s to steady him and rubbed Tom’s belly until the cramp passed.
The water went in quickly, and he only made Tom hold it through one more cramp. When Tom sat down on the toilet, the boy reached out for Mischa. Mischa was surprised to feel his breath hitch; it was such an act of trust. The clear water rushed out of Tom, who moaned and held on to him. Mischa didn’t take his hands off Tom, stroking and caressing.
When Tom got up, he stood patiently in the middle of the floor, ready to take another bag if Mischa told him to. The feeling of his boy surrendering to him was heady, but Mischa needed Tom now.
“Into the shower, boy.” Tom did look relieved, and Mischa couldn’t help but smile. Then he undressed and stepped in behind Tom. He washed his sub slowly and sensually, massaging the shampoo into Tom’s hair and rinsing it out. With a crooked smile, he took out the lube. “Turn around, boy.”
Tom sighed and grabbed the railing on the wall of the shower stall. He rested his head on his hands, letting himself be opened up, breathing through it and groaning when Mischa went too fast.
When Mischa exchanged his fingers for his dick, Tom only sighed and relaxed into it. The sub was so malleable, taking everything Mischa had to give him. The low sounds told Mischa that it still hurt him when Mischa went too deep, but Tom took the pain, grunting, but not fighting. Mischa fucked him forever, the warm water cascading over them and cocooning them in their own little world. He didn’t want this to end, but it had to, and he stroked Tom’s hard cock and pushed deep inside his boy’s body. They came at the same time, Tom groaning quietly and Mischa shouting out his pleasure. Mischa pushed deep one last time and then just leaned on Tom. This was where he belonged, in his boy.
The thought didn’t seem as shocking as it had before, and that in itself was enough to shake Mischa. He was quiet when he dried Tom, and then he took the boy to bed. He wanted to be close. He was gently stroking Tom’s belly when Tom broke the silence.
“You know, the guys who did the scenes last night?” Apparently Mischa wasn’t the only one thinking.
“Yeah? Which one of them?”
“All of them. I mean, they had so much trust in each other. It was amazing.”
“It was.” Mischa didn’t know where this was going.
Tom was quiet for a moment, then he continued. “Is it like that for you? I mean, we don’t know each other that well yet, but what happened when your subs stayed? When it wasn’t just scenes.”
“It always was.” The answer came quickly.
Tom cocked his head. “So you haven’t had any long-term relationships with a sub? They were just playmates?”
Mischa hesitated, and then realized that he had to be honest. “They were just playmates.”
“Am I just a playmate?”
“No.” Mischa had no idea how he could be this sure, but he was. He gestured helplessly. “No, you’re not. I want to have more scenes with you. And I want to get to know you. Does it scare you away that I say this so soon?” He held his breath. This conversation had turned a lot more serious than he had expected.
Tom raised an eyebrow. “I’m not easily spooked, you know. Far too stubborn for that.” He looked thoughtfully at Mischa. “Have you had other relationships?”
“Sure. Well, not that many, but I have had three or four long-term lovers since I was a teen.” This was turning into a friendly interrogation that concentrated far more on Mischa than he liked, but he had a hunch that Tom wasn’t going to let go of him before the boy got some answers. It was almost comical that their roles were that quickly reversed. Well, it might have been funny if the conversation hadn’t been making Mischa sweat, metaphorically speaking.
“Tell me about the last one.”
“Well, what do you want to know? He was a contractor, a really nice guy, and we had a good time. It even ended well.”
“But why did it end?”
“Basically, I wanted to push and he didn’t want to be pushed. In bed, that is. Outside it, we were a pretty good match. We could argue for hours about everything. He never budged.”
“So, why don’t you just hook up with one of your subs if you need to be matched sexually?”
“They’re boring.” Once again, Mischa wished he would think before he talked. It wasn’t a problem with anyone but Tom. On the other hand, he hadn’t talked about these things with anyone but Tom.
“Your perfect, obedient subs that turn you on are boring?”
If Mischa had been prone to blushing, he would be doing so now. Which he wasn’t. Nope.
“I’m sorry, that’s just the way it is! I want someone I can actually talk with when we don’t have sex.”
“And your solution has been to have a totally compartmentalized life.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, believing that either you could have mind-blowing sex OR you could have someone to talk to in between the mind-blowing sex. Maybe you were wrong.”
Mischa frowned.
“What do you mean, wrong?”
“Did you talk to your three or four guys about your sexual desires?”
“Yes, I told you so. They didn’t want what I wanted.” What did this have to do with anything?
“No, because the statistic is just against it, isn’t it? Have you ever thought about going the other way?”
“I’m sorry, you’ve lost me.” Mischa tried not to sulk; he wasn’t sure that he did a great job of it.
“Finding someone kinky and then asking them if they had a brain? Of course, you had to take them down from the cross first.”
Mischa stared. “I’ve never, ever met somebody like you before.”
“What?” Suddenly looking self-conscious, Tom pulled the comforter closer around his shoulders.
“One moment you let me boss you around, and the next you’re telling me what’s wrong with my personal life?” Mischa didn’t know if he was going to laugh or be insulted.
Tom blushed. Bless him.
“Well, that’s basically what I’m talking about.” Tom suddenly got serious. “I guess what I’ve spent a hell of a long time asking you is this: are you willing to have a sub with a brain? Because I’m not willing to give up mine. Not even for you.”
The answer should have been complicated and hard to find. It wasn’t.
“Yes.”
“Yeah?” Tom lit up.
“Yes. I like you. You excite me. I don’t see the problem.”
Tom’s obnoxious eyebrow went up again. “Huh. When you put it that way, cave man...” Mischa goosed him, and Tom yelped. Then he went serious again.
“How do we do it? I mean, I like calling you ‘sir’ and obeying you during the scenes, but I like this, too.”
He shrugged. “Well, why don’t we just do that, then? Sometimes the cave man solutions are the simplest
and
the best.”
“How do you mean?”
“We have our scenes, just like before. I decide what’s going to happen when you’re here, both because I’m more experienced in figuring out what you need and because it excites us both when you give up control. The focus on our weekends is to give you sexual experiences. If we decide later on we want to go to the movies, then we do so. And then I won’t be a cave man.”
“Is it that easy?”
He shrugged. “I think it is; on the other hand, I haven’t ever pulled a sub down from the cross before, so what do I know?”
This time Mischa got goosed, and he stared at Tom. No sub had ever... He pounced, making Tom yell and flail to get away. Mischa was relentless, tickling him and ended up having Tom cry out for mercy. He let his boy get up, smacking Tom’s butt one last time, satisfied with having just a little of his bad ass authority back. At least, Mischa preferred to believe that’s the way things were now.