"You hit me."
Master did it again. He hid his face in his upper arm.
"It's okay to like it."
He couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Ben supposed it was good that he didn't have to. Master slapped his hip this time, the sound really loud in the quiet room. His moan wasn't nearly as loud. The next smack was, though, their skin coming together and leaving heat behind.
His ass cheeks tightened, his body trying to move. Another blow landed, this one on his thigh, then the front of his thigh. The blows warmed him, excited him, and he started shifting, moving into them.
"That's it, boy. You know what you want. So do I."
He grunted, twisting in the cuffs. The bindings tugged at his skin, the small pain the perfect accompaniment to the swats.
"Please." It was so good.
His right nipple was pinched, the burn immediate, lingering. "Please, what?"
"Fuck... Master. Master." Asshole. Hot asshole.
"Better." He got two quick swats to his left hip that he thought maybe were a reward for his answer.
"I need to get up."
"No." It didn't sound like it was up for debate.
"I do, too."
"You might want to, but that doesn't mean its going to happen."
The words actually made him chuckle.
Another smack hit his thigh, then another his hip, a third to his other thigh following right away. He tried to curl up, but the bonds wouldn't let him.
"You're at my mercy, boy."
"Not a boy." That made him so hot.
Master snorted. "You're my boy, boy."
His cock jerked weakly.
"Such a perfect little slut."
Oh, God. God, this was insane. Perfect.
The swats started up again, Master's hand hot, firm, also perfect, as it hit him all over his legs and hips. His skin warmed, his body melting into the blows.
"You're a beautiful little pain slut." The words made him ache inside.
The hits continued, the warmth slowly becoming deeper. Hard moans escaped him, pushed out of his throat.
"That's it, boy. Show me how good it is."
"Fuck..." He was soaring, the pain perfect.
The swatting stopped as the burn got hotter, Master dragging fingernails along his sides, his legs. It was huge, so much. Too much. Master did it again. Then again.
"Please." He sobbed the word.
"I'm not stopping."
Was it a warning? A promise?
"I can't do this!"
"You're not doing anything, boy."
"Please! Help me!"
"Help you what? You're not getting away, boy."
"I don't know!' He screamed the words, then just screamed for the sheer pleasure of it.
Master grinned down at him, looking pleased at the noises he was making. The big fingers began to flick over him, catching his hips, his belly, his nipples. He screamed until he was hoarse, then slumped on the bed, sweating, worn.
Master nodded. "Yes. Nice. I like a boy with lungs."
Ben didn't have an answer for that.
It seemed he didn't have to say anything at all. Master rubbed his skin, soothing and increasing the burn at the same time. All he could do was lie there and pant. A lot.
"You've been a very good boy and deserve a reward. Are you hungry, boy?"
He nodded. Swallowed. Groaned.
"Then I guess I'll have to feed you."
Ben didn't answer; every time he did, something went wrong.
"Such a smart little slut."
He groaned, his body responding.
Master tapped his prick, chuckled. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."
Right. Like he could.
Laughing, like he knew exactly what Ben had been thinking, Master headed out.
Asshole. Hot, fine asshole.
Ben thought he could hear the man talking, and then everything went quiet. He tensed, expecting Master to come back, but no one. Finally, Ben found himself dozing, lost in sleep.
He didn't know how long he slept, but eventually he was woken up by Master returning.
"Sorry." It was boring, lying there.
"I didn't say you couldn't sleep. Don't worry, you'll still get fed."
Master did something with the chains at the top of the bed, and suddenly he could bring his cuffed hands down some. Then the bed began to move, the top half coming up so he was half sitting instead of lying down.
It made him a little dizzy, having his head up, and he cried out, swayed.
Master patted his cheek gently. "Just relax. It won't take your body long to adjust."
He gulped in air, trying to center.
That big hand landed on his chest, pressed against it. "Breathe, boy."
He let himself lean against it.
"We'll have to make sure you sit as well as lie down." Master gave a wicked grin. "Besides, your mouth'll be easier to fuck in this position."
Ben's cheeks went fiery hot, burning.
"That's right, boy. I took you because you were a beautiful little slut, perfect for me to use."
Oh, fuck. Fuck. His body went tight.
A rough laugh answered his reaction. "Food first. I don't want you fainting away on me while I'm trying to fuck you."
He nodded, licking his suddenly dry lips. Master pulled over a rolling tray, pulling a bell cover off several plates of food. Ben's stomach snarled, hunger suddenly fierce and wild.
Chuckling, Master grabbed a hunk of cheese and pushed it against his lips. He opened up, the bright sharpness of it so good.
"Good, isn't it?" Master popped a piece in his own mouth and nodded. A thin slice of apple was offered next.
"Mmm. Thank you." Bright, tart. Perfect.
Master stopped in the act of grabbing him a bite of melon wrapped in prosciutto. "Thank you..."
He met those hot eyes, looked away, looked back. "Master." Saying it made his balls ache.
Master smiled and popped the melon into his mouth. He ate, but his focus was on those large fingers. Another bite was pushed into his mouth, along with Master's fingers. He caught himself licking at them, lapping as they explored his lips. A low rumble came from Master's throat. He moaned, wrapping his lips around one finger, sucking.
"You're very good at that, boy."
He was. He liked it.
Master's finger slowly slid from his mouth, and he was fed another bite, this more salty than sweet. He relaxed back on the bed, trusting in someone else to take care of him. One bite after another was fed into his mouth, Master feeding himself as well.
Everything was delicious. Fresh. Bright.
He wasn't exactly full yet when Master stopped feeding him. Oh, his immediate hunger was slacked, but he'd been enjoying the food, the feeding, and really wanted more. He took a deep breath, wiggled on the sheets a minute.
"Enough Mr. Nice Guy," growled his captor. "It's time you earned your keep."
"What do you want me to do?" He was vaguely tied up.
"I'm going to fuck that sweet mouth of yours again, boy."
He chuckled. They'd explored that, and he'd proven he was good at it.
A low growl came out of his Master. "You find me amusing?"
"You act like your cock is a punishment."
Master's head tilted, and he smiled slowly. "Smart boy, already having figured out what a reward it is."
The temptation to stick his tongue out was huge, vast. Almost irresistible.
Master climbed back onto the bed and grabbed his hair, tugging his head back against the mattress. "Open." The low snarl was the hottest thing in a day filled with flames.
The fat prick pressed against his lips, the growl wordless now, only sound. He opened, sucking easily, eagerly. This wasn't something he was worried about; this was simple. Master's hands wrapped around his head, the thick cock fucking into his mouth.
He used his tongue, slapping the shaft, trying to keep himself from taking too much. Master pushed deeper and deeper, though, taking him thoroughly. He swallowed hard, leaned into the man's hands with all his weight.
"Yes! Fuck!"
He tightened his lips, sucked harder, demanding. Master pushed in harder, fucking his mouth eagerly. He could feel the thick cock grow harder as Master got close. He let his teeth drag the barest bit, almost a tease. Master shouted, jerking hard into his mouth and spilling down his throat. He pulled each pulse into him, swallowing hard, knowing the sensations had to be almost too much.
Master held his nose buried in the musky pubes. His whole fucking world was this hot, hungry man. He tried to cling to Master's cock as it slowly but surely slipped out of his mouth. He pulled at the tip, trying to keep it in.
"Greedy boy." Master rubbed the tip against his lips, then sat back. straddling his legs.
Ben licked his lips, moaned low, wiggled.
"You missed a drop." Master leaned forward and licked the edge of his mouth. "I'm going to have to punish you for that."
"Did not..." His whole body went tight.
"Don't talk back to me -- that earns you extra."
His lips opened, but he wasn't sure what punishment meant exactly.
Master chuckled, finger patting his lip. "Good boy."
He wasn't a boy. He wasn't.
Master pinched his nipples and then leaned back to undo his ankles. Before he could react, Master flipped him so he was on his hand and knees, his arms twisted above him.
"Fuck!" He jolted forward, completely unnerved.
One of Master's hands landed on his ass, the smack loud.
"Don't! Leave me alone!"
"You didn't swallow it all, you get a spanking."
"Let me go, you bastard!" No way. No way was he letting this happen.
"Now, now. That's Master Bastard to you." Two more swats landed on his ass.
"Don't! Let me go!"
"No, that's not my plan at all."" The spanking continued.
He kicked out with his legs, screaming and cursing, tugging at the bonds.
"Fight as much as you want, boy. This won't stop until you take it like the slave you are."
"Fuck you! Let me go!" He'd had enough.
Master didn't say a word, just kept spanking him.
"Let me go!" he screamed, legs flailing furiously.
Master didn't. "You got more?"
"Fucker! I did what you asked! Asshole!" He was getting tired. So tired.
"You seem to forget that I'm in charge here, not you."
"Let me go." He didn't want to be a weakling, to cry, but he'd had enough.
"No. I. Will. Not." Each word was punctuated with another swat.
His ass was burning, his head pounding, and suddenly he couldn't stop screaming, couldn't stop flailing and crying, control completely lost.
"That's it, boy. Let me hear it all."
He bellowed until he simply had nothing left. When he was finally quiet and still, the spanking stopped, Master's big hand rubbing over his ass. He shook, whimpered. No more. Please.
"You look good with a reddened ass, boy."
He hid his face in his arms, sobbed. The big hand slid up along his spine, almost petting him.
"Jus' wan' to go home."
"Too bad."
His breath hitched as he fought to control himself. Another smack hit his ass, then Master's fingers slid along his crack. He broke, sobbing hard, frightened and lonely and sick. Lost. This had been a mistake.
A terrible mistake.
Well, fuck.
Tip rubbed his hand along Ben's spine again, willing the man to use his safeword; the sounds of Ben's sobs had moved from release to genuine, deep upset, and if Ben wasn't going to put a stop to it, Tip was.
"B....bullet. Bullet, please."
Oh, thank god.
"Okay, Ben. I've got you. Let me just get the cuffs off." He quickly undid the cuffs around Ben's wrists and then drew the man into his arms.
"Please. No more. No more. I'm so tired."
"Shh. It's okay. It's over. You safeworded." This man needed a real vacation, not a kidnapping.
Tip held on, rocking the lean body, holding on as Ben shook. He stroked Ben's back, up and down.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?" Let the boy talk. It would be good for him to let it all out.
"Everything. Please. I hurt."
He hadn't spanked the boy that hard. "What hurts?"
"Me. This was a stupid idea. I thought..."
"Keep going." It wasn't a stupid idea. Ben had been jonesing off it, right up until the spanking.
"I just... it wasn't supposed to be so much."
"Ah. It got too intense." It had been far more than Ben had been prepared for.
Ben nodded. "My head hurts. I'm a fool."
"You should have safeworded sooner, Ben." He began to massage Ben's scalp. He had aspirin, too, and lots of water. He'd get them into Ben in a moment.
"I just... I couldn't think. I've never done this before."
"Not thinking is often the point." He kept massaging, tried not to growl too much, though his voice was naturally that way.
"God, your hands feel good."
Pretty boy. Tip found himself humming, rocking his boy. "So what was the draw for this fantasy?" he asked softly, needing to get Ben to open up more. Could they salvage this for the man?
"I just... when I jack off, I fantasize about losing control, about not having a choice." Ben's cheeks were painfully red.
He stroked one. "Nothing wrong with that. Fuck, loads of people live in that world. You don't have to get kidnapped to make it work, though."
Ben shrugged, hid from him. "It was just a whim." A damned expensive whim.
"You don't have to tell me, but you shouldn't lie to yourself, boy."
"It's what I do."
He tilted Ben's face up, looking into the bruised eyes. "And how's that working for you?"
"Makes me a fortune." There was a wealth of exhaustion, of need in those eyes.
"Money." He snorted. Sure it was important. It wasn't everything.
Ben nodded. "Yeah."
"Well, this time your money got you me. And you've got three days left before they mount your 'rescue'."
Ben chuckled, and Tip thought the laugh sounded so sad. "You don't think that it's over now? Since I quit?"
"You paid for five days, man. I sincerely doubt they're going to give you a refund. And you're the boss in this little adventure, so if you want to change the terms of your fantasy, I'm game." He grinned, winked. "Won't be the kidnappee, but I'm otherwise pretty fucking open."
Ben chuckled softly. "Is this your job? This sort of thing?"
"They pay me very well to come here a couple times a year and help fulfill someone's fantasy. I've never had anyone like you, though."
"No? What does that mean?"
He shrugged, feeling weird, admitting any sort of feelings to the client. "I wanted to make it extra special for you." Maybe it was because Ben had been genuinely scared at the beginning.
"You are amazing. Can we... can we rest for a little while?" Ben blinked at him, slowly. "I've never been so tired."
"Sure. Let's go out onto the porch, though. There's a lovely day bed out there, and the waves make a great sedative."
He cradled Ben against his chest and stood, bringing the man up with him. His hand cupped the man's hot, beaten ass, protecting it, caressing it.
There was a little fridge out there with water and juice. He thought there might even be some fruit. Ben could relax, sleep if he wanted, just rest if he didn't. And they could see what came up, so to speak, once Ben had had a chance to breathe.
There was something magical about this man -- something addictive. Something he was going to discover more about over the next few days that they had together.
He sat, curled up with Ben held close. His boy.
None of the others before this had been, but he knew, somehow, that Ben was.
***
Ben rested, slept, relaxed, then blessedly, Master took him into the shower, washed him.
Ben'd asked what the man's name was, but he'd only been given a quiet, hushing kiss as an answer. "Shush, boy."
They didn't get out of the shower right away, Master's large body curled around his as the big hands helped the water sluice away the soap. Something was going on between them, some game he wasn't sure he knew the rules to, but if felt too good to stop.
Master touched him everywhere, hands on his balls, between his legs. He found himself moaning, spreading, swaying.
"Good boy." The low growl filled his ears, those hands staying there, rolling his balls and sliding on the skin behind them.
"Yes, Sir." He was soaring.
One of Master's thumbs pushed at his hole.
Oh. Oh. He moaned, hips rocking back.
"Greedy boy." Master's thumb breached Ben's ass.
Ben spread a little wider, hands on the tile of the shower.
"That's right, boy. Spread your legs for me. Gonna fuck this tight little hole." Master's voice was a sexy, wonderful growl.
Fuck, that little endearment made him stupid, made his ass tilt back.
"Yeah, I know you want it." Two thumbs spread him.
"Not a slut." That was a lie.
Master laughed, thumbs pressing in and stretching him. The little burn was welcome, easy. So good. Master's thumbs disappeared, fingers pushing in instead, hitting his gland. He stumbled forward, moaning low.
"Hold onto the wall, boy."
"What?" He looked up, eyes finding the hooks embedded in the walls. "Oh, God."
"Master will do."
He looked over, unexpectedly tickled. "Making jokes with your fingers in my ass?"
"Never a better time for it, boy."
He chuckled, fingers wrapping around the hooks. Master's fingers disappeared, a light spank landing on his ass, making it ache. And this time, the blow made his cock throb.
"You ready for me, boy? Ready to feel my prick spreading you wide?"
"Yes."
Another blow hit his ass.
"Yes, please."
And again Master's hand came down.
"Fuck!" He let go of the hooks, hands covering his butt.
"You forgot a word, boy." Master dragged his hands away, and the hard, thick cock rubbed against his ass.
"Please. I said please!"
"You don't have to say please, you just need to remember to call me master, hmm?"
"Master. Master, please. I need." God, he could get on his knees and beg.
"Well done, boy." Master backed off a bit, then that thick cock was pressed against his hole. "Take me in."
"Yes, Master. Yes." Oh, God. So thick. So hard. So good. He bore down, but the man's cock was thick, bigger than any he'd taken before.
The big hands wrapped around his hips. "Grab the wall, boy."
"Uh. Uh-huh." He couldn't catch his breath.
Once he'd grabbed the hooks again, those big hands tugged his ass backward, the thick cock splitting him open.
"Oh..." His body went tight, jerked, clenched down hard.
Master stopped, one hand leaving his hip to pat his belly, to rub. "Easy, boy."
"Big. Been... long time."
"You can take me. Just breathe."
He whimpered, sucked in a shaky breath.
"And another one."
Okay. Okay, he could do that. He could.
"Good boy." Master pushed in another bit.
"Full."
"Not yet you're not."
Oh, he was. He so was.
Master pushed in some more, spreading him so wide. He gasped, fighting for air, for space inside him.
"Keep breathing, boy. I know you can take me."
"Big," he panted. "Full."
Master patted his hip. "You love it."
His body clenched down, and Master grunted, teeth sharp on his shoulder.
"Breathe, boy. Just fucking breathe."
Breathe. Right. He sucked in a shaky breath.
Master smacked his ass. "Another one, boy."
Fuck. Fuck. He managed another, lungs filling.
"Keep breathing."
He nodded. Right. Keep breathing.
The thick cock pulled out a little, then pushed back in. Then Master rocked again. Oh, God. Oh, God. He moaned, the pressure just perfect. Master rocked yet again, going a little deeper this time. His body accepted it, accepted that fat, heavy cock.
Master kept pushing in, going deeper each time, until finally those hips smacked against his tender ass with every thrust.
"Oh." He'd done it. He'd taken Master in.
Master hummed, patted his hip. His asshole clenched, his body working the massive cock inside him.
One of his nipples was pinched, then the other one. Oh. That made him shift, made him move on Master's prick. The pinches came again, Master's cock punching in hard.
"Yeah..." He moaned the word, ass meeting the next thrust.
"That's it, boy." Master's hands landed on his hips, tugged him into the next thrust.
"Master." Every inch of that prick filled him.
"That's right, boy."
The thrusts kept coming, filling him. When that cock hit his gland, he screamed.
"Right there, boy. Right there." Master rocked them together, hitting that spot every time.
There. Oh, fuck. Don't stop.
Master didn't. In fact, the thrusts got stronger, faster. All Ben could do was hold on, fight to breathe and not fall. Finally, Master's hand wrapped around his cock, pulling in time with the thrusts into his ass. The pleasure to his cock was secondary to the pressure in his ass.
The noise of their coming together was loud in the spray of the shower, Master's hips hitting his ass hard. He barked out his pleasure, his seed painting the side of the shower.
"Fuck! Yes!" Master shouted, bucking hard into him. The pressure made his prick jerk weakly. "Mmm. Such a good boy."
Master pressed against his back, leaning on him. He moaned softly, holding the weight. One of Master's hands slid over his belly, stroking.
"Master." He whispered the word.
"Right here, boy. Right here."
The easiest thing ever was to let the man hold him, rock him.
The water beat down around them, hot and good.
Ben thought he could stay, right there, forever.
***
Tip got Ben out of the shower and dried,and then carried him out to the great day bed on the veranda. The waves were rushing against the shore, the sound a great backdrop to the lovely sunset. He wanted Ben to enjoy the last few days of his fantasy.
It was more than that, really. He felt protective of Ben. He felt like Ben belonged to him.
Ben curled into his embrace, cheek on his shoulder, breath soft against his throat. He thought maybe he dozed as well, tired after the tears and the drama and the taking.
When he woke up, the sun was setting again, and Ben was sitting on the edge of the veranda, laughing at a pair of birds playing in the surf. He stretched and got up, padding over to where Ben sat. He settled next to the man.
"Hey. Good nap?"
"Yeah. I hadn't had much sleep." He gave Ben a wink. "It's tiring work, kidnapping someone."
"It was scary, at first. I didn't know it was the fantasy."
"That's what you wanted, though, wasn't it? Something as close to real as possible?" That's how it had been presented to Tip.
"Yes. Yes, I just didn't think." Ben chuckled softly. "It's a vice. I was curious. I'll know now, for the next book."
"You're really a writer?" That seemed to fit, somehow.
"I am. Thrillers."
"Man, you need to be careful getting first hand experience on some of the stuff in those." He nudged Ben's shoulder. "I bet I could help you get at least a feel for a lot of it, though. You could tell me what you're writing, and I could make it happen. More or less. Without, you know, mutilating you or anything."
"Mutilation would be bad."
Chuckling, he put an arm around Ben. "It would be. I'm good at whips, chains, ropes, autoerotic asphyxiation, though. And other stuff like that."