The next several days are so busy that I forget that we still have things to discuss. In fact we're so busy that it isn't until the weekend that I'm able to do more than just sleep with him wrapped around me.
Ever since first taking him as my submissive, I've done my best to keep my Fridays free of surgery, baring emergencies of course, and this Friday is no different.
I send Baby Boy 'home' around 5 and join him once I've finished my rounds and some final paperwork for the surgeries scheduled for next week. And so it is that I'm finally able to walk through my door close to two hours later.
When I enter the room, I'm surprised to find him kneeling in the living room in the exact same spot where I collared him, facing away from the door.
I take a moment to admire the smooth expanse of his bare back and begin plotting where I'll put my marks the next time I flog him.
Kicking off my shoes, I approach where he's kneeling. "Tell me you haven't been kneeling here for the last two hours." I don't want to have to punish him for harming himself, but I will if I have to.
He chuckles and twists to look at me over his shoulder. "No, Master. Pam called to tell me you were on your way up."
"Pam?" Great. Now there are two co-workers who know.
"Yes, Pam. She's one of your nurses."
I frown at him and decide to over look the sarcasm. "Are you telling people our business?" I only ask because I know how he gossips with the nurses.
He drops his gaze to the floor and I can see his shoulders stiffen. "No, Master. I don't have to tell anyone anything. The way I look at you is all the confirmation they need."
"So everyone knows?"
He looks up at me through his lashes. "Knowing and accepting are two different things, Master. Pam is accepting. Dr. Foster is, too, in case you're wondering."
My frown turns into a smile. "I knew that before you did. And told you so months ago. And Dr. Jordon knows as well." I swallow a laugh at the look on his face at my pronouncement. "Don't worry. Sophia is very discreet, as are Miranda and Pam."
"I feel like I should be assuring you that about Pam."
"Hm." Spearing the fingers of one hand in his hair, I give a gentle tug that has his eyes sliding shut and a soft moan escaping his throat. "I've known her longer than you. She knows I swing both ways."
"If you say so, Master," he murmurs, leaning into my touch in a way that tells me I've been neglecting him long enough.
As much as I want to bend him over the coffee table and fuck his ass, I have to wait. I know I haven't had anything to eat since early afternoon and I'm fairly certain it's been several hours for him as well. Releasing my grip on his hair, I walk over to the kitchen area of the room and pull our leftovers from Monday from the fridge and pop his in the microwave.
While it's heating, I sit down on the couch and flip on the TV to watch a few minutes of the news, hoping to catch the sports scores. "Make yourself comfortable," I say, tossing him one of the pillows from the couch. He catches it in midair and sits down on it cross legged, throwing me a thankful smile.
The several minutes it takes to nuke our food give me the time needed to unwind and get my need under control because not only do we need to eat, but we need to talk as well.
Flipping the lids open on both boxes, I stab some okra on a fork and hold it out to him. He just barely manages to hide his surprise that I'm feeding him first but I ignore it and make sure he eats everything, plus some of mine.
Dinner over, I turn off the TV. A faint blush starts to blossom up his torso and into his face in anticipation of what's coming next, except I'm not going to be fucking him just yet because tonight I will finally get the full story of Sir.
Sitting back on the couch with the slice of cake, I prop my feet on the coffee table and purposely give him the impression that it's going to be a relaxing evening. Forking up a huge bite, I eat it slowly, emphasizing the pornographic sounds the heavenly taste of the triple chocolate pull from my throat.
His eyes follow every move of my hand and he licks his lips more than once. I can tell he's on the verge of breaking the no talking rule. With a smirk, I spear a bite that's about half of the one I just had and offer it to him. He has the same reaction to the cake that I did and seeing the look of ecstasy on his face has my dick twitching but I can't act on that. Not yet at any rate.
"Good?" I feed him another bite.
He moans again and nods, saying, "Better than good."
While I've known since the beginning that he has a rather large sweet tooth, I haven't encouraged it. In fact this is the first time I've allowed him any. I know he's had the occasional piece of candy during the work day but he's never had a bite in my presence.
Knowing what's coming, I decide to pamper him even further and feed him the rest of the cake, then I lick the fork before setting the plate aside.
While I was feeding him his cake, he had moved slowly closer and now has his head resting against my thigh while I play with his hair. With a gentle tug, I get him to look at me. "I know I haven't been able to spend much time with you this week but we have the weekend to get reacquainted." The corners of his mouth turn up in a sensual smile. "But not yet." His smile turns into a frown. "Don't." I rub my thumb across his wrinkled forehead. "It'll give you wrinkles." He twists his head and rubs his chin against my thigh and sighs. I can tell he knows what's about to happen. "It's time, Baby Boy," I whisper, trailing my fingers around the shell of his ear. "You need to tell me. Everything."
Turning his head away, he rubs his nose against my leg and says, "No."
My feet hit the floor with a thud and I fist one hand in his hair in order to pull his head back so I can see his eyes. The defiance in them has anger sparking deep in my gut and I tighten my hand, watching as he tries to suppress a wince. "You seem to be under the misconception that that was a request. Or that you get to ever tell me no."
He swallows and I can see fear creeping into his eyes and I wonder if he'll use his safeword. He knows I'll stop, not make him do this, if only he uses that. 'No' is not a word he's allowed to even know exists; it's why I gave him a safeword. The look on his face is similar to the one from the day I yelled at him for breaking protocol and I know the expression on my face is scaring him and it pleases me. Since first taking him I've been much too easy on him and he's become complacent. But tonight that changes. In fact everything changes tonight and this will become more like a typical Master/slave relationship with me giving orders and him obeying without question or hesitation.
Tears well in his eyes and suddenly it hits me: it's not me he's scared of, it's my reaction to the story of Sir. He apparently feels that the way Sir treated him makes him unfit for my love, my Dominance. He does know that I know more than he's told me but he doesn't know that I actually know everything. Not that that matters. I gave him an order and just a few days ago he swore to always obey me.
"Ryan." His name escapes on a soft exhalation. I sit forward and gently cradle his face in my hands. "I fell in love with you already knowing what that person did to you. Hearing it from your lips won't make me love you any less. It'll just make me want to-" I abruptly stop speaking. He doesn't know what I did and right now's not the time to tell him.
His lips part in surprise as he fills in the rest of that sentence for himself before he whispers, "Oh, Andy. What did you do?"
I shake my head, fighting back tears. "Nothing I'm ashamed of."
I can see him recalculating his opinion of me and I'm not sure I'm going to like the conclusion he comes to. "Then you know everything." He makes it a statement but I nod my head anyway. "And yet you still want to hear me say it." Another statement and I nod again. He closes his eyes and releases a shaky breath. "As you wish, Master."
I know this is going to be the most difficult thing he's ever told me so I press my lips to his in encouragement. "Take your time. No need to rush it."
He nods and scoots back to his original position, even sitting up on his knees the way I prefer. I almost tell him that's not necessary but don't when I realize he takes a kind of comfort in the position.
He refuses to meet my eyes as he begins his story and I allow him that, knowing he'll look at me when he feels comfortable doing so. "For you to understand about Sir, I have to tell you a bit about Mistress." He clears his throat and shifts on his knees. "Mistress was my journalism teacher. Our relationship started one night when I was fifteen. I had stayed after school to assist her in getting that week's paper finished. Problems with the printer had delayed it." He swallows and sits down on his heels, still not meeting my eyes. "I was checking the type-face when she came up behind me and squeezed my shoulder. I didn't even think, just sank instantly to my knees. She petted my hair and called me pretty. In fact that was her name for me, Pretty.
"At first, it was just me doing things for her. Getting her dry cleaning, taking her dog for a walk, washing her car. That summer it progressed." He starts picking at the skin around one thumb nail. "I had been at her house for several hours, mowing her lawn, when she called me inside for some lemonade. When I reached for the glass, she stopped me. Said I had to kiss her for it." He looks up and meets my gaze for a couple of seconds before dropping it again. "It was my first kiss. She didn't like it and had me sit on the couch so she could straddle my lap and show me how she wanted me to kiss her.
"After that, every encounter out of school involved me touching her in some way. The following summer she taught me how to undress her. How to touch her while undressing her. How to dress her. How to-" He falters to a stop and his eyes close and a single tear rolls down his cheek. "She didn't want me to fuck her with my dick. Said that was crossing a line she refused to cross until I was older. But she did teach me how to use my fingers and my tongue. I became quite good at getting her off with just a few licks.
"This continued until I graduated. I think she would have continued it even then if I hadn't asked to be allowed to experience college like my friends." He opens his eyes and this time holds my gaze for nearly a minute. "I loved her. I still love her. She was gentle and kind. Told me I could do anything I set my mind to and I believed her. I don't think I would have been happy with her for long and I'm glad she loved me enough to let me go when I asked."
I lean forward and rest my elbows on my knees. "I'm glad, too. She couldn't have given you what you need to be happy."
He nods in agreement. "Exactly and I think she saw that but liked the attention I gave her. Even if she did demand it from me. She was lonely and saw that I could relieve it for a while. I spent that last summer making sure she was happy. I helped her find someone else. Someone older who could give her more than I ever could.
"I went to a college near my hometown so I could live at home that first year. But mostly so I could be close if Mistress needed me for anything. It was harder to let go than I thought it would be. I know what we did was actually rape but I can't bring myself to think of it that way because I love her and wanted to please her." He chews on a piece of skin he's picked loose, then sucks at the blood that wells up.
I pull his thumb from his mouth and lick the area clean of blood to inspect it. By that time the blood has already started to clot and it's no longer bleeding. I don't let his hand go right away. Instead I trace patterns on his palm; patterns that spell out what I can't bring myself to say if only he'll pay attention to them.
"I met Sir in the student union. I was trying to study and eat lunch before having to rush to the other side of campus for class. He sat down at my table, didn't even bother to ask, and proceeded to talk, disturbing my concentration. When I looked up to request he be quiet, he just smiled. He knew exactly what effect his smile would have and damned if he wasn't right. I melted. In that moment I would have done anything to get him to smile like that again.
"He went much faster than Mistress. Even though we didn't have any classes together, he was an upperclassman, he seemed to be everywhere I was. By the end of that first week, he had kissed me for the first time. He had his own dorm room, I found out later that it was because no one could stand to room with him. So every time he wanted to be alone, we went to his place.
"The night he kissed me, we had been watching something on TV. He had done the old 'stretch and drop' move to get his arm around me. I thought it was cute and teased him about it." Two more tears roll down his cheeks and I know that that was the last time my Boy ever teased that monster about anything. "He laughed but it sounded strained, like he really didn't find it funny. Then he leaned over, cupped the back of my head and kissed me. It was nice. And so very different from Mistress.
"See, Mistress prefers her submissives to look young and so insists they stay completely shaved." He opens his eyes and looks at me. "Everywhere. And yes she shaved me each and every time. So when I was training my replacement, I didn't have any stubble to deal with and was totally unprepared for how it would feel rubbing against my face. But I did understand a bit more why Mistress didn't like it.
"Anyway, I was getting into the kiss and so reached up with my left hand and laid it against his cheek." He bows his head and I can hear him swallow thickly. "That was the first time he hit me." He's speaking so softly I almost don't hear him. Even though I know exactly how my property was treated before I found him, it makes my stomach clench to hear him say it. To know he went through that and I wasn't there to protect him, never mind that I didn't even know he existed yet.
He opens his mouth to continue but nothing comes out. I had had a beer with dinner but hadn't finished it. I hand him the bottle. "Drink." He takes the bottle from me and drains it before passing it back with an appreciative smile. "Do you need to stop?" I've only ever asked him that question once before: the first time I flogged him. It was when he hinted that his previous relationship was abusive. I had to fight down the bile that rose in the back of my throat at the thought that I might have triggered a flashback in this beautiful young man who had put his emotional wellbeing in my hands without even really knowing me.
He shakes his head, licks his lips, rubs his hands on his thighs and answers, "No, Master. I need to finish this." I smile at the wording he uses. It tells me that with the telling of his story he will finally be able to put Sir behind him once and for all.
He chews the inside of his lip for several seconds and I can see him gearing up to tell me the rest, bracing himself for me exploding in anger, despite the fact I told him I already know what happened. "After that, he would slap at me for the smallest things: not opening a door quickly enough, speaking without permission, not getting an A on a paper.
"The day he found out I was a virgin…" His voice falters and he has to stop to clear his throat. "You would have thought it was his birthday and Christmas all rolled into one. Although he did take great joy in telling me that I wasn't good enough for him to fuck. That night we were watching TV in his dorm room when he undid my pants and pulled my dick out. I was too stunned to do much of anything. Not even Mistress touched me there, except when she was shaving me.
"Before I could react, he began stroking me. To my horror I became erect. Up until this point I didn't think I could. I certainly never had before. I was beginning to think I was actually asexual because I had yet to find anything that could get me excited sexually. Not even performing cunnilingus on Mistress got me aroused." My eyebrows climb my forehead at this bit of news. "I'd never even had a wet dream. But he was able to get me hard in the blink of an eye, or so it seemed at the time." He twists his head away, like he's ashamed of his body's reaction to a sexual assault. "He kept stroking until I came. I'd seen Mistress climax and had brought her new submissive to orgasm so I knew what it looked like, what it smelled like. I just didn't know what it felt like and I wasn't sure I liked it.
"I think I blacked out because when I opened my eyes, it was several minutes later and he was licking his hand. At the time my only thought was 'ew'. It just seemed disgusting to lick someone else's come." A blush has started to spread up his torso and I have to fight the urge to tell him to stop, that I don't need to hear anymore. But the telling of this isn't for me, it's for him. It's the only way he can finally lay Sir to rest for all time and leave what he did and his conditioning behind. I probably should have had him do this before I collared him but I wasn't thinking that night. Instead I was riding the high of having discovered I'd fallen in love.
"It was Christmas before he forced me to suck him the first time." A shiver skates down his back and he makes a face like he's about to puke. "He hadn't even washed first. It was nasty in the extreme. I'm lucky he seemed to care that I'd never be able to deep throat him that first time and only had me suck the head." He drops his chin to his chest and seems to curl in on himself, almost as if he's trying to protect himself from the memory of a past beating. "He did, however, force me to swallow when he came. He held my head in place and laughed when I choked. He then beat me for the first time because I was unable to swallow it all and got some on him."
My jaw clenches in anger. It has become apparent that knowing he was beaten by that insult to humanity is not the same as hearing the details. No one I had contacted had been able to give any details beyond the bruising they saw on my Boy's body. Apparently I was wrong to ask him to tell me this. I suddenly don't want to hear anymore. The words are stuck in my throat but I find I don't have it in me to force them because while I don't want him to continue, he needs to and it's my job to give him what he needs even if it conflicts with my wants.
"I quickly learned the signs he was about to come so that I could start swallowing and avoid spilling any. I also learned that nothing I did was good enough. That he would invent a reason to beat me. He took great pride in telling me how I wasn't good enough but he took pity on me and that's why he was giving me his Dominance. It became obvious that he didn't know, or rather didn't care, that he had my submission only out of fear for my life. Oh, he never outright threatened it, but it was implied in every word he said to me. In every touch, every punch. Even in every look."
Not able to sit still any longer, I jump up and begin pacing the room. I don't want to hear anymore but I know he needs to say it, needs to put this demon to rest so that we can be free to build our life.
"He used to not care where he hit me until one weekend when I went home. I suppose I should mention that shortly after we got together he insisted I practically move in with him. I couldn't really, it was against the rules, but I did spend more time in his dorm room than at my parents'. But this one weekend there was a family gathering and I was required to put in an appearance.
"He got angry that he wouldn't be able to 'have' me for two solid days and he took his anger out on my face. Broke my nose and left me with two black eyes. It happened the week before so the bruising had yellowed but it was still noticeable.
"I thought my mother was going to hunt him down. My father certainly threatened to. I managed to get them to calm down by saying it was an accident. That it had happened while playing volleyball. I'm fairly certain they didn't believe me but since I was over eighteen by then they couldn't do anything about it.
"When I returned to school and told him, he stopped hitting my face. I got real good at pretending my ribs weren't sore or that it didn't hurt to sit after a spanking. If people noticed, they didn't say anything to me." He falls silent.
When he doesn't continue speaking after several minutes, I turn and look at him. He's got his arms wrapped around his knees with his chin resting on top and he's staring off into space. "Baby boy?" I call and watch him startle. He raises troubled eyes to mine. "It's okay." That's not what I want to say but the words to get him to stop won't come.
Not that he needs them because he says, "I have to finish this. I have to." I nod and feel two tears slide down my face.
"I'm not sure how I survived the remaining years. I'm positive he tried to kill me more than once." He looks up at me with an expression I've seen in countless patients' faces: please help me. But I don't know how to help him so I do the only thing I can. I walk over to the coffee table and sit on the end just like I did Monday when I gave him my collar.
He doesn't move any closer but I can see him visibly relax and it's enough to know I'm able to calm him some.
"When he graduated he decided to attend grad school at the same college. I didn't know you could do that but I knew why he did it. He wanted to keep me close, keep me subdued, under his thumb. I had been looking for a way out for quite some time by then but every time I was close, he'd find out and beat me until I couldn't move."
He buries his face in his knees and I can see his shoulders shaking with his silent tears. "The day of my graduation should have been a happy one but it wasn't. I had told him that I had been offered a job in another town and that I was going to have to move there. There wasn't a college close enough for him to transfer to and the fact that I didn't think of him before accepting the job just pissed him off.
"Since I had to walk across the stage, it would have been suspicious if I didn't, he didn't beat me so badly I couldn't walk but he did use my body as a punching bag enough to leave extremely noticeable bruises and evidence of severe internal bleeding.
"My mother insisted I send the night before at home with her and Dad, something else that pissed him off. They didn't know about him and I wasn't sure about informing them that I'm gay, so I didn't invite him along. The morning of graduation, I was changing into my suit when Mom came into my room without knocking – she tended to forget I was an adult and needed privacy – and she just almost fainted at the sight of my bruised body.
"I tried to explain that it was nothing, made up some lie about being mugged. Neither she nor Dad believed me. They got the complete story out of me and wanted to press charges. I refused and since I was an adult, there was nothing that could be done.
"I did make one concession: I agreed to leave him." He rests his cheek on his knees, his eyes closed. "They got me in touch with one of those abused women's foundations and they helped me get out. He didn't try to find me, which surprised me, so I was able to keep my name but I can't ever go home again because he still lives there." He opens his eyes and lifts his head to look at me. "And now you know everything."
I lean forward and take his face in my hands. "I am so sorry you had to go through that. If I could, I'd go back in time and stop it from ever happening. You are too good, too pure to have ever been treated like that."
He smiles at me through his tears. "I love you more than I can ever properly express, Master. I have never loved anyone as much as I love you."
"I know." I pull him to me and brush his lips with mine. "Now it's mine turn to tell you a secret." This isn't something I can say while touching him so I get up and pace away to stand staring at the darkness outside.
"When I first took you, I knew you'd not been treated right by one or more Dominants so I began looking into your past." His angry gasp cut me to the quick but I can't let it deter me from telling him what I've done. He told me something that was difficult for him so it's the least I can do to return the favor. "I found Mistress first."
I turn to look at where he's still sitting, hugging his knees. "She's still with the submissive you found for her. They have two beautiful girls. She asked me to tell you that she still loves you and wishes you well. And she knows she should have kept her hands off you but you are too pretty to resist, a sentiment with which I happen to agree. You just beg for someone to pet you, to love you." I expect him to duck his head and blush at my praise but he doesn't. Instead he puffs his chest out in pride and I know I was right to make him tell me his story. "She was extremely glad to hear that you aren't asexual because she was beginning to wonder when you didn't have a reaction to anything, not even her new boy."
This next part could very well destroy his love for me but it needs to be said. "When I found Sir, I wasn't sure what I expected. You're right in that he was still living near your parents. One thing I learned quickly is that he's a coward. He refused to return any of my calls and never answered the door whenever I sent someone there. I got the story from former classmates of yours.
"Since I wasn't sure who knew that you're a submissive, I asked vague questions at first. They would either tell me they knew or not. All of them knew." He buries his head in his knees and I can't help but chuckle at that. "I told you before, you scream submissive for those who know what to look for and it's fairly obvious that you had no clue most of your friends from college are into the leather life." With a sigh he props his chin on his knees and gazes at me, silently telling me to continue.
"My parents died when I was a teenager and I was raised by my Uncle Mike. He taught me things I'm ashamed I know but being introduced to his world allowed me to meet some people who can take care of problems for me. Problems I can't deal with myself for one reason or another. Problems like Sir." I pause and stare at him, urging him to understand what I'm saying, to not make me say it out loud. He just raises one brow, being obtuse enough to force the words from my throat. "I don't regret telling them to get rid of him. I can't. He hurt you. He had no right to remain breathing. I had to wipe him from this Earth. It was the least I could do since I wasn't able to be there to protect you." When he remains silent, I scream, "Say something, damnit!"
"Thank you." His voice is soft after my outburst and it hits me in the gut with the force of a two-ton truck. My knees give out and I hit the floor, hard, my body shaking with the force of my sobs.
His hands are gentle on my face as he lifts it so he can kiss my tears away. "How can you still love me after what I did?" My voice sounds wrecked even to my own ears.
"How can you still love me after hearing what he did?"
"What did I ever do to deserve your love?"
"I don't know, Master, but it must have been something extra specially good because I don't fall for just anyone."
I wrap my arms around him and lay claim to his lips, sweeping the inside of his mouth with my tongue. He opens willingly and is so perfect in his submission that I feel a spike of lust shoot through me and I choose to not deny myself this time. He belongs to me. I can take him whenever, wherever, I want and I want him, here, now on the floor under the window looking out over the Allegheny River.
Opening my pants, I pull out my cock and thrust into his willing body, reveling in the way his back arches off the floor at the stretch of my penetration. The pace I set is hard and rough and fast but neither of us would have it any other way. Not after the week we've had or the conversation we just had. "Touch me," I growl in his ear when he throws his arms over his head.
He instantly complies and grips my back tightly, holding on as I ride him harder and rougher than I ever have before. It doesn't take long for that familiar tingle to start at the base of my spine and I reach between us, intent on bringing him to climax with me. "Come for me, pretty boy," I whisper, pulling roughly on his dick.
With a choked cry he spurts all over my fingers and the contractions of his inner muscles pull me over the edge with him. I gasp out his name as the world explodes into a million brightly colored stars.
Before I even have time to catch my breath, my cell rings. "Damnit!" I mutter, rolling off him so I can pull it from my pocket. A string of harsher curses spill from my mouth when I see Sophia's number on the caller ID. I take a moment to calm my breathing, then sit up and answer. "Yes, Sophia?"
"I'm so sorry, Andy. I know you had plans this weekend."
I swallow a sigh and rake a hand through my hair. "How bad is it?"
"Code Green."
That has me stiffening. The last Code Green we had was a couple of months ago and was the last time I had to punish my Boy. I twist around and look at where he's dozing with a blissed-out look on his face. "We need Ryan for this one?" The sound of his name has him blinking his eyes open and frowning at me.
"Yes."
I run one hand down my face. Fuck! "We'll be there in ten." I don't let her respond, disconnecting the call and then just sitting there for a moment, my arms propped on my bent knees and staring blankly at our reflection in the window.
"Master?" he queries softly, shifting closer so he can rest his chin on my upper arm.
"We have a Code Green. They need us both."
"Okay." And just like that he's no longer my submissive. He gets to his feet and begins chattering away about how he hopes he doesn't have to actually do his job tonight while at the same time hoping he can help save someone who's waited at least several months for a donor organ.
I follow him a bit slower. I love my job, I really do, but it's nights like the one we're about to experience that I hate. All that death and destruction and most of it preventable.
Since I know I'll be seeing patients mostly covered in blood, I exchange my dress shirt and slacks for a pair of scrubs, then head down to the ER, ready to greet the first victim.
The next twenty-four hours pass in a blur and I end up spending most of it in the operating room repairing the broken bodies of a dozen teenagers. Their injuries caused by a completely unavoidable accident, this time. In a story similar to the last Code Green, the bus they were riding in had mechanical failure. Unlike the last time, it was a blown radiator instead of a blown tire.
I don't know much about engines beyond checking the water level and the oil, but I do know that a blown radiator shouldn't have caused the driver to lose control. And it didn't, not really. When the radiator blew it caused the whole engine to freeze up and the driver was unable to slow fast enough to take a sharp turn in the road. The bus had crashed through a guardrail and rolled a couple of times. Luckily the guardrail isn't to prevent cars from rolling down a steep hill, just to prevent cars from rolling into a drainage ditch, which is, thankfully, not currently full of water.
Despite Sophia saying we were both needed, there were no deaths this time, but even so, I saw him assisting some of the nurses and playing gopher for the other doctors.
Eventually we get the last patient settled into recovery and we can all go home. I haven't seen my Boy in close to twelve hours and the need is thrumming through me like a live-wire and I find myself almost running for the elevator, partially scared they'll call me back.
It's a huge relief to enter my room and find him naked and waiting for me in what I'm starting to think of as his spot, this time facing the door.
Shutting the door, I smirk at the fact that he's erect. Normally I would punish him for not controlling his body's reactions but not this time. I find that I need to bury myself in his willing body and forget the outside world even exists. Sophia has assured me that unless there's another Code Green, we have until Monday and I plan on spending the majority of that time balls deep in his ass.
"Being a bit presumptuous, aren't you?" I stalk where he's kneeling, circling him like he's my prey.
"I didn't think you'd mind, Master."
Grabbing a fistful of hair, I pull his head back so I can see his face. "Oh, so now you know my mind?"
Doubt flashes in his eyes and he sucks his lower lip between his teeth. "Of course not, Master."
I smile at him because, really, how can I stay angry right now? He smiles in return and even laughs a little. "Suck or fuck?" I don't usually give him a choice but I figure he's earned it. Pam said he was a great help in keeping all the victims organized.
He's eyes go heavy lidded and he licks his lips and I'm fairly sure I know what his answer will be. "Fuck then suck."
One brow climbs my forehead. He manages to surprise me with his answer. I have never used a condom with him. He was a virgin when I first took him but I tested him anyway, after that first time of course, and I get tested regularly but even so, to ask me to fuck him then let him suck my dick is very surprising. Especially since I know just how nasty that is and the doctor in me rebels at the thought. But if that's what my Boy wants to do, then that's what we'll do.
"If that's what you really want," I purr, tugging on his hair. He bites his bottom lip and I have to fight a laugh at how ridiculous his most seductive look looks upside down. "Alright. Stop." Pulling, I get him to stand up. "There should be an enema kit in the bathroom. Go use it. Be sure to follow all the instructions."
He grins at me and leans in to brush his lips across mine before sauntering into the bedroom. I turn and watch, enjoying the way his muscles move under his skin. I'm suddenly struck by the urge to take his picture and decide I'll indulge after I've fucked him.
While in med school I gave many an enema so I know it'll be several minutes at least before he's ready for me. Feeling restless, I walk over to the window and stare out at the river far below. The doctor in me is rebelling at the thought of him sucking my dick after it has been in his ass, even after an enema, but the part of me that loves to rim him after I fuck him finds it beyond exciting.
Tucking my hands in my pockets, I wonder what twist of fate left him a virgin until I found him. He surely presented as asexual until Sir, never getting aroused even when presented with a naked woman. I went to school with a few boys who didn't get aroused easily but who would at least get hard when they saw a naked person and yet Baby Boy didn't. It took someone touching him for it to happen.
I don't understand how Mistress and Sir could resist fucking his sweet ass but I'm sure glad they did. I love knowing I'm the first person to ever take him there. And the only one who- I stop that thought before it can fully form.
I don't usually like to share but I also think he should be able to experience others; with a few conditions, of course. And so it is that I pull my phone out of my pocket and make a call.
"Club Despot," a deep masculine voice answers.
"Robert, it's Andrew."
"Andrew! My man. How's it hanging?"
"Couldn't be better."
"Excellent. I hear you recently took a pretty little submissive."
"I did."
"You gonna spill the details?"
"Wasn't planning on it."
"Andrew." My name is a warning and plea all in one.
I sigh. "He's perfect."
"I know you, Andrew. And I want the full story."
"He came to me mostly trained."
"I swear to God! It's like pulling teeth with you."
"You don't understand, Robert. This isn't easy for me."
"Oh, damn. He was bruised?"
"Almost broken. His first Dominant was gentle but his second-" I have to pause to clear my throat. "His second one tried to break him."
"Fuck."
"Exactly."
"So, to what do I owe this call?"
"When I got him he was a virgin. I'm going to bring him to your club week after next and I want to set up something special for him."
"How much of a virgin?"
I take a deep breath and lower my head to stare at my feet. "Hand jobs and blowjobs."
"Giving or receiving?"
"Hand jobs: receiving; blowjobs: giving."
"He had two Dominants who didn't fuck him?"
"Until his second Dominant, he was convinced he was asexual. Now he thinks- he's not sure what he is. I want to expose him to other men. Show him what he's been missing and see if he's actually gay or if he's bi-sexual."
"Damn, Andrew. How old is he?"
"He's been out of college a little more than a year."
"How the fuck did he go through his teenage years without popping a boner?"
"I have no idea but I'm glad he did. Although I really wish his last Dominant hadn't been the one to show him he could get aroused."
"I bet. So, what are your exact plans?"
"He's become interested in some of my fantasies lately and really liked being treated as a whore."
Robert laughs. "Ah, the pretty little submissive wants to be a rent boy?"
A smile quirks one corner of my mouth. "Yeah. I was thinking twenty dollars a head. And I have a long list of conditions."
Robert's laugh deepens. "Of course you do. Spill."
"They can use his ass or his mouth but they have to wear a condom. This is non-negotiable. They are not allowed to touch his dick; that belongs to me. They are to leave no marks, again that's for me, and me alone."
Robert whistles. "Damn, Andrew. You have a time frame on this?"
"We'll be coming over Tuesday after next around 8 and they can have him for the next twenty-four hours or until there's no one left waiting to fuck him, whichever comes first."
I can hear the scratch of his pen on paper. "Anything else?"
"Yeah. I want a woman."
"You planning on fucking someone while he watches?"
"No. She's for him. I want him to know what it's like to fuck a pussy."
"Got it. Is that all?"
"I think that's all. For now, at any rate."
"Alrighty, then. I think I got it all. See ya in two weeks."
"Yeah, see ya. Oh, and Robert?" I wait until I hear him hum a response. "Thanks."
"Sure. Now go have some fun."
"You know I will." Pressing the end key with my thumb, I turn and enter the bedroom, surprised that he's still in the bathroom.
Putting my phone down on the bedside table, I call out, "You about done in there?"
"Yeah," he grunts.
"How many times have you done it?"
"This is the third." The distress in his voice has me frowning and walking closer to the bathroom.
"How many times did the instructions say?"
"Until the water's clear." I step into the bathroom and find him bent double on the toilet. He looks up at me and concern grips my stomach. "Hurts."
"So release it."
He shakes his head. "Can't. Instructions said five minutes and it's only been four."
"Ryan…" I begin to make it an order but before I can, he gasps and the sound of some kind of liquid hitting the water inside the toilet can be heard. "Are you done, now?"
He pulls some paper off the roll and wipes his ass. Taking a peek over his shoulder he nods. "Yeah. I'm done."
"Good. Wash your hands and wait for me on the bed."
He stands up, flushes and steps over to the sink to wash his hands like he's been taught: with lots of soap, lukewarm water and for at least twenty minutes, making sure to get between each finger.
He pauses in the doorway, facing me where I'm leaning against the frame. I reach up with one finger and trace his right eyebrow. "I don't deserve you."
He grins gently. "Of course you do, Master. Of anyone, you deserve me the most."
"Modest, much, pretty boy?"
He chuckles. "Just calling it like I see it."
"Hm," I hum, then flick my head in the direction of the bed. "I believe I gave you an order."
He ducks his head. "Of course, Master," he purrs, looking up at me through his lashes before turning and sauntering to the bed.
"Slut," I call, grinning at the flush that explodes up his back.
"Only for you, Master." He climbs up on the bed and turns to bat his eyelashes at me over his shoulder.
Me and whomever I tell you to fuck, I think, licking my lips and leering at him. Entering the bathroom, I shut the door and lean back against it, closing my eyes and taking a moment to just breathe.
My pretty little submissive may have been mostly a virgin when I found him but he is obviously a quick study, as evidenced by his recent request. He has always loved sucking my dick after I've come and really seems to enjoy kissing me after I've rimmed him. This is just a natural progression of that. But even so, I find it more than a little bit nasty. Mostly for hygiene reasons, of course, but also because I know what kind of bacteria live in the anus, colon and intestines of a healthy adult human.
Opening my eyes, I stare at my reflection. "Okay, Andy, better get this show underway." Pushing off the door, I undress quickly, grab the body wash from the shower and wash my dick, satisfied when it begins to harden. I was afraid my personal feelings about letting him suck me after I've fucked his ass would prevent me from getting aroused.
Once my cock is as clean as I can make it, I open the bathroom door and step back into the bedroom. I can't keep the smile off my face at the picture my Boy presents kneeling in the middle of my bed, facing the bathroom door, his erection standing proud in the nest of dark blond curls at his groin.
I stalk the bed and give in to the urge to grab the back of his neck and pull him into a hard and rough and messy as all hell kiss. He whimpers when I nip his pouty lower lip and opens his mouth wider, silently begging me to take what's mine. Shoving my tongue in deep, I lay claim to his mouth, imitating what I plan to do soon with my dick. With a fist in the hair at the back of his head, I pull back from the kiss. Dragging my tongue along my bottom lip, I smirk at his red and swollen lips and how vague with passion his eyes are. It never fails to amaze me that I can do this to him; that this beautiful young man loves me. That he accepts and wants my Dominance.
He blinks and seems to come back to himself a bit. "Kinda takes the kink factor out of it, don't you think, having me clean myself out?"
"You know how dirty a person's anus is?"
"Ah. Dr. Yablonski, I presume?" He grins cheekily at me.
"It's not something I can just turn on and off, Ryan. Not when it comes to your health."
"Thank you, Master," he whispers, lowering his gaze as is proper.
Grasping his chin in a grip just shy of leaving bruises, I lift his head and force him to look me in the eye. "You're getting a bit too big for your britches, Boy. You need to remember your place."
"Forgive me, Master." His voice is small and he's trembling slightly with fear.
I pull him to me and press my lips to his. "I've been too easy on you. That ends. Now."
He closes his eyes and slumps a bit. "As you wish, Master."
Shifting my grip, I curl my fingers loosely around his neck, squeezing slightly until he opens his eyes. "Hands and knees, slave." He shivers and quickly turns to assume the position. "So very beautiful. And all mine," I murmur, climbing up on the bed to kneel behind him. I've never fucked him without lube and at least the prep I require him to do but since I know the enema will have opened him up some, I take the opportunity to fuck him the way I've been wanting to for a while now.
Wrapping my hands around his hips, I thrust in, not stopping until I'm balls deep. He screams so very prettily at the pain of my unprepared penetration. I love to hear him scream, it's one of the reasons I love to flog him, that and I love how the red welts look against his lightly tanned skin. Without giving him time to adjust, I begin to fuck him with short, hard jabs, pulling gasps and groans from his pretty throat.
I fuck him until I feel the beginning tingle at the base of my spine. Pulling out, I grab his shoulder and roughly turn him so I can force my dick down his throat. He chokes a bit at the unexpectedness of it but quickly adapts and begins swallowing and sucking, striving to pull my orgasm from me. Fisting my hands in his hair, I pull him off my dick just as my orgasm crashes through me like a wave so that my come ends up painting his face in long white ropes.
With a shove to his forehead, I roll him onto his back and suck his straining erection into my mouth. His back arches sharply off the bed as his dick empties itself down my throat. I keep sucking and licking his dick, trying to gentle him through his orgasm. I know Sir never cared for his pleasure, and I rarely do as well, but he needs to know I care; that he's important to me.
Licking his come off my lips, I lean over him and begin to clean his face with my tongue. He moans at the sensual act.
We're both still panting heavily when I deem his face clean enough and press my forehead to his. "Did that work for you?" I somehow find the breath to ask. He obviously hasn't yet and so just nods his head. I chuckle and earn myself a glare from the boneless body beneath me. "If you're good, we'll do it again." He grins and I know he'll be on his best behavior, at least for a while.
I feel fatigue pulling at my limbs but then I remember my desire to photograph my beautiful submissive.
Standing from the bed, I pad over to the closet and pull out the camera bag. Placing it on the bedside table, I open it and remove the expensive digital camera I purchased a few weeks ago.
Climbing back onto the bed, I straddle his thighs and remove the lens cap while turning it on. I raise it until I can see him in the view screen. "So fucking gorgeous," I mutter, framing the shot I want, a close up of his face focusing mostly on spit wet lips that are still red and swollen from my kisses and from where he had them wrapped around my dick.
I press the shutter and watch as he shivers and releases a shaky sigh. A glance down shows that his dick has taken an interest in what I'm doing and that pleases me. Slowly, I begin making my way down his torso, taking pictures of everything: the gentle curve of his neck, the slope of his shoulder, the roundness of his pectoral muscles, his pert nipples. And of course, his thickening penis. I take several shots of it, catching it in the act of becoming engorged with blood as he becomes more and more aroused.
"Touch yourself," I order, continuing to take picture after picture. He takes my order to heart and teases himself, drawing out his pleasure and playing to my camera. "Tease." A blush creeps up his legs and blooms in his chest. "Now, Baby Boy. Come now." I widen the shot and tilt the camera vertical and catch his face in the exact moment his orgasm washes over him. He is so very beautiful with his head tilted back slightly, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open as he gulps in lungfuls of air. A thin stream of come lands on his neck and several more coat his chest, one covering his left nipple completely.
I continue to snap pictures as he recovers. I'm usually too busy recovering myself to pay any attention to how he looks when completely sated but now I know and it's something I'll never forget.
Once his breathing has returned to normal and he looks like he's about to fall asleep, I shake his shoulder. "Not yet, ya don't," I tell him, ignoring the frown he throws me. "Go wash up." I prod him from the bed and follow him into the shower where I make quick work of washing our bodies before leading him back to bed and wrapping him tight in my arms with his back pressed to my chest. The events of the past day and a half catch up with us and we both fall asleep quickly.