Malcolm had been summoned to Jon's quarters at 2130 and instructed to wear the tight-fitting white tee-shirt and grey jogging pants that Jon gave him. As instructed, he used the pass code to unlock the door and enter his sir's cabin. He was a few minutes early and shuddered when he saw Jon in his tight black tee-shirt and tight faded jeans. Jon gave him a cold look. "What time is it, exactly?"
"Exactly 2128, sir."
"What time did I tell you to be here?"
"2130, sir." He kept his eyes to the floor as Jon paced around him. He let out a small gasp when Jon grabbed him under the chin and lifted his face.
"Malcolm, look at me. You are a very disciplined person. I don't think I ever knew of a time when you were late for your duty shift, or anything else for that fact. I'm very pleased by this...however, it does take away the fun of getting to punish you, you know."
"Sir?"
"I'm not stupid. I know that Trip shows up late on purpose." He gave an amused look at Malcolm then sighed. "I guess with you, I have to think of ways to make reward a punishment. What would you suggest?"
Malcolm thought for a moment. "You could spank me, sir...for being early."
"Only two whacks? No. That won't do. Think of something else."
Malcolm bit his lower lip. "That claw thing? That was very enticing."
"Ah. So you like to be scratched huh? I'll keep that in mind for another day. Yes...I think I know of a delightful way to reward you and punish you at the same time. Take your clothes off and lay on the bed."
"Sir? Are we waiting for Trip again?"
"No. Not tonight. Tonight it's just us. Are you ok with that?"
Malcolm bit his lip again. "Yes sir. That will be very pleasant."
"Mmm...Malcolm, do you realize how sexy you look when you bite your lip?" He leaned down and gave Malcolm a kiss. His tongue swiped at the place that Malcolm bit before pushing past his lips and into his mouth. His tongue filled Malcolm's mouth, moving against his tongue as Malcolm felt Jon's strong hands rubbing along his body, pulling at his hips, tangling in his hair, caressing his ass, cupping his hardness, fingers digging into his shoulder. Shit! How many hands does this man have? Malcolm wondered as the lustful touches played on him.
Jon broke the kiss, both men breathing hard against one another. Jon's breathless, raspy voice huffed out. "Clothes...bed...now."
Malcolm heard Jon moving about as he took off his clothes, folding them and placing them on the bedside table. Once he laid on the bed, Jon pulled his hands up, cuffing him to the headboard, then produced a silk scarf, tying it around Malcolm's head to cover his eyes. He listened intently as he heard Jon move to the closet and back again.
The thoughts of what item Jon might have chosen for his torture sent waves of thrill through him. Maybe that mid-evil whip thing? The riding crop? The string of feathers he saw during his inspection? Ice cream? The possibilities were endless.
He felt the bed shift from Jon's weight and his excitement grew as he knew the game was about to begin. How intense would this become? Would he be able to withstand it? He wondered then startled when Jon's soft voice spoke in his ear. "If it gets to be too much for you, or you don't like it, just tell me to stop and I will. Just say the word "red" and I'll stop. Understand?"
"Yes sir, I understand. Red means stop."
"Very good." He gave Malcolm a kiss on his lips then trailed the kisses down his body to his stomach before trailing back up again. He lashed his tongue at a nipple, then a sharp bite of his teeth pinched at the nipple.
Malcolm let out a hiss at the sudden bite, then a pleasing moan as Jon's tongue circled and flicked at the nipple before a second sharp bite. Malcolm's hips moved and bucked as Jon's lips and tongue, the only part of him touching the writhing man, ghosted over his chest and stomach. He heard the familiar pop of a tube of lube being opened then a slippery digit entering him as the ghosting of lips continued on his body.
His aching, throbbing cock yearned to be touched and sucked as a second then third digit filled his tight space. Jon quickened the pace of the thrusts of his fingers inside of him. A hard thrust into him, followed by a fast, swift pull outward. Malcolm let out a loud groan at the sudden removal of Jon's fingers.
Malcolm laid panting, his breathing beginning to slow as all activity ceased, waiting for...something. What? He didn't feel any movement or shifting of the bed, what could Jon be doing? Blindfolded, unable to see what was going on...this was Malcolm's torture. Jon laid smiling as he watched the movements of Malcolm's facial expressions, the gambit of thoughts going through Malcolm's mind as he imagined what pleasurable torture might be coming. Malcolm gasped when the lips ghosted his stomach again, moving down towards the base of his hardness, licking at the circumference, but not taking him in like he desperately wanted.
He felt a slide of something smooth entering him. Not Jon. It was too smooth and rigid to be a body part of the man laying with him. A foreign object of some sort. What could it be? He wondered. Whatever it was, it felt good and exciting as it was being maneuvered and thrusted in and out. He thrusted his hips, matching the movements of the object being used to fuck him. Suddenly there was a hum and vibration that he wasn't expecting. Malcolm jumped, forgetting his cuffed hands as the metal bit into his wrists. "Bloody hell! What the fuck is that?" He yelped out.
Jon quickly pulled the object out, turning it off as a shocked look came across his face. "Malcolm, haven't you ever played with toys before?"
Under the bottom edge of the blindfold, Jon could see his lover's cheeks starting to turn pink. "Not to sound like a prude, but...ah...no, I haven't."
Jon let out a soft chuckle. "Oh. This is going to be fun." He pulled up the edge of the blindfold and showed the device to Malcolm. It was long, smooth and tapered towards the top. The girth was only two fingers, smaller than Jon or Trip so he knew it wouldn't stretch his muscles too much. Jon activated it again for Malcolm to hear the hum. "This is going to be in your ass for a little bit. You're probably going to want to come...and you very well might, but hold off as long as you can. If it gets to be too much, you remember what to say, right?"
"Yes sir. Red to stop."
"Ok. Good. Let's go again." Jon slid the humming object back into Malcolm as he pulled the blindfold back down over his eyes and Malcolm let out a moan of ecstasy at the sensation the vibration caused deep inside of him.
He moaned out as he felt Jon's warm mouth wrap around his engorged cock, sucking on him. The vibration inside his anal, the mouth sucking at his penis made him jerk and buck violently. He wanted so much to tangle his hands in Jon's hair and pulled at his hands, once again forgetting the cuffs as the metal bit him. He jerked, squirmed, bucked and pulled his body in so many ways.
The sensations of vibration, sucking and metal bitting was causing an overload. He was close, so close but worked at holding off. Jon increased the pressure and speed of his sucking, knowing his lover was close to coming. He thrust the toy deeper and faster into him, flicking a switch with his thumb, increasing the power and speed of the object as he heard the cuffs banging against the wood of the headboard.
Malcolm let out a loud series of moans and screams. "Oh God Jon! Yes! Yes! Oh God I'm going to come! Jon yes! Gaaaaawd!"
Malcolm's thrusting sent his cock deeper into Jon's throat as he swallowed at the thick liquid draining into his mouth. So much of it, he had to back off to keep from choking. He pulled the device away from Malcolm, turning it off, he quickly maneuvered himself to his knees, pulling Malcolm's legs up with him as he thrust himself in. He pulled the blindfold off, wanting to look into Malcolm's eyes as he took this man that was at his mercy.
Malcolm's muscles still twitching from the sensations of vibration and orgasm, tightened and contracted around Jon as he entered him. "Oh God Malcolm, you're so very tight! I've wanted to fuck you like this for so long."
Malcolm's anal still sensitive from the vibrations of the toy, and now Jon's big, hard cock filling him sent waves of sensations through him that he never felt before. He bucked his hips, pulled at the cuffs bruising his wrists, and letting out loud moans. "Jon! God yes! Jon!"
Jon reached over, grabbing at the device and activating it again, he rubbed it against Malcolm's hardness. Malcolm bucked and writhed wildly at the sensation as Jon moved it down slightly, feeling the vibration against his balls and where the two men were joined.
They both loudly moaned and screamed out each other's names as they simultaneously released, Jon leaning back slightly to avoid getting splashed in the face. Jon knew that the ship was well insulated with soundproofing, but made a mental note to have Trip check the noise levels of all three of their quarters and make adjustments if necessary.
Jon collapsed down on top of Malcolm, breathing heavily, he gasped out. "That was great!"
Malcolm closed his eyes, his own heavy breathing as he gasped. "Yes sir. So very great. Holy shit."
Jon rolled off of him, getting the key to release Malcolm from his restraint. He took Malcolm's hands and studied the bruises on his wrists. He kissed at the bruises. There was concern in Jon's voice as he spoke. "You shouldn't be so violent with yourself, you could have broken a bone."
Malcolm's cheeks got a little pink. "I uh...kind of liked the way it felt. I liked the way all of it felt." There was a long pause when Malcolm remembered and quickly added. "Sir."
Jon smiled against his wrists. "I'm so glad you enjoyed that, but I'm not done with you yet. Take a shower with me."
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Jon rubbed the lather of soap on Malcolm's wet body, feeling the hard, tight muscles under his fingers as he gave passionate kisses, filling his mouth with his tongue. He moaned as he felt Malcolm's hands running along him, searching every inch of him. He shuddered as the light touch of Malcolm's fingers caressed the back of his neck then upwards, tangling into his hair.
Without breaking the kiss or touches, Jon pushed a step, guiding them both under the spraying water to rinse the soap off of their bodies. He moved his lips, placing small kisses on his cheek as he traveled to Malcolm's ear. He gave a nip at the lobe while reaching down, stroking at Malcolm's growing hardness. "Think you have enough in you to go again?" He whispered.
"I think so, sir."
"Good. Fuck me Malcolm. Fuck me hard."
Malcolm pulled back and looked Jon in the eye. "Sir?"
Jon smiled at him. "You heard me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me as hard as you want. Make me scream for you."
Malcolm sucked in a deep breath and bit his lip as the thrill of fucking his sir rushed over him and his cock became harder. "Yes sir." He huffed out. He turned Jon around, and because of the height difference meant that Jon would have to get down on all fours.
The hard tile of the shower floor pressing into his knees and scraping at him as Malcolm slid his fingers in, working in and out preparing and exhilarating him. Malcolm bent a finger upwards, pressing his prostate, making him moan. "Oh God yes!" He huffed as his hips moved to the rhythm. He shuddered as Malcolm pulled his fingers from him. A hard breath in anticipation.
Malcolm slowly went down, lining himself up, teasing at Jon's ring with the head of his cock. He leaned forward and growled in Jon's ear. "Are you sure you want me to fuck you as hard as I want?"
"Yes! Please yes! Yes."
Malcolm placed one leg against Jon's hip, with his foot flat on the floor and the other knee on the floor against his other side, squeezing Jon between his legs. He thrust his hard, throbbing cock in, balls deep as Jon let out a groan.
Jon knew Malcolm was big, but now feeling him inside made it seem even bigger as he felt the hard thrusts going deep into him and his tight pucker being stretched more than it had been before. Thrust after hard, deep thrust, Jon huffed and moaned as he pounded his fist onto the tile. "Oh God yes Malcolm! God spank me!"
In Malcolm's excitement, he brought his hand down hard andswift on Jon's ass as a loud crack rang out.
Jon yelped and realized he had just made a mistake. "Ugh! Red! Red! Red!"
Malcolm quickly pulled out from Jon, his eyes wide. "Oh God Jon! I'm...I'm sorry. You said to fuck you as hard as I want."
Jon rolled over and sat on the floor. The cool tile felt good on the stinging of his cheek. "No. It wasn't that, it was the spank. Too hard." They both sat looking at each other for a moment then started busting out laughing. "Oh damn Malcolm...and Trip says I get heavy-handed."
"Sorry sir. I guess I just got too excited."
Jon's voice was tight from the pain. "It's ok. We'll work on that...find a happy medium, but woo-wee that stung!"
Jon didn't get the firecracker explosion he was hoping for, but that was ok, as he knew there will be another time. They both agreed that playtime in the shower was over and bedtime was more in order. Malcolm laid in bed, looking at the glowing red handprint left behind on Jon's bottom, as he gently rubbed at it, he leaned down and placed soft kisses on the spot. "I really am sorry about that sir. I didn't mean to hit you so hard."
Jon rolled over and took Malcolm in his arms. "First off, Mal...we don't use the word "hit". You didn't hit me, you spanked, smacked or whacked me. Second, I asked you to. Third, I know you didn't mean to do it so hard, that's what a safe word is for. Until we each learn the other's tolerance level, these things are bound to happen. Don't feel guilty about it."
"Yes sir. I understand. Sir? May I ask a few things?"
Jon smiled. "Malcolm, you may ask me anything, anytime you want." He gave a playful nip on Malcolm's bottom lip.
"Does Trip ever spank you?"
"Sometimes. When I ask him to. Why?"
"I was just wondering why you asked me to spank you. The way I understand a sub/dom relationship, it's the submissive that takes the...uh... Punishment?"
"Punishment. Correct. Yes, usually that's how it works, but from time to time, I do enjoy a smack. Kind of gives me that extra boost over the edge, if you know what I mean." Jon wagged his brows at him.
Malcolm gave a soft chuckle. "I think I do sir. Is the word "red" also used for Trip?"
"Yes. That's the standard for all three of us. By the way, I must commend you for stopping so quickly. I was impressed. Tell you a story. When me and Trip first started this thing, there was more than once that he hurt me. I screamed my damned head off yelling "red" and had to shove him away. He's learned since then, but still...he's a very tenacious lover. Once he gets going into it, he doesn't want to stop."
"But, if you're the dom, and he didn't follow instructions right away...isn't that a very bad thing sir?"
"Little secret? It's really the submissive that has all the power. I could touch you as light as this..." He lightly brushed a finger across Malcolm's cheek. "...and if you say "red", I'm compelled to stop. The pain level is completely in your control. The pain should always be to enhance the pleasure, never to harm. We were still learning and experimenting at the time. He just got overzealous, but like I said, he's learned since then."
"Sir? How was it decided who would be the submissive and who would be the dominant?"
Jon thought for a moment. "I don't think it was decided in the sense of we talked about it, it just sort of happened that way. I guess because I always out-ranked him, he was accustomed to taking orders from me and because I'm a little older than him, I seem to carry a little more confidence. You have a lot of confidence too, you know. Except when it comes to your love life, that's where you lack confidence and I hope to bring more of it out in you."
"My love life sir?"
"Mal, you are a very attractive man. I know of several women on this ship that would jump at the chance of a date with you...if you'd just ask. I also know of at least two men that has had fantasies about you."
Malcolm blushed. "No sir. I'm not that great looking."
Jon tucked his hand under Malcolm's chin, lifting his face to him. "You see? This is where you lack confidence. You are very attractive, you just need to tell yourself that. And let me revise my previous statement, now that you belong to me and Trip, those women...don't ask."
Malcolm chuckled. "I won't. I kind of like the idea belonging to the two of you sir."
"We like the idea of belonging to you as well." Jon wrapped Malcolm into a tight embrace. "Let's get some sleep sweetheart, we have a busy day tomorrow."
It was early morning as Malcolm and Jon exited the cabin together. As the doors slid open, an ensgin was walking by, the same ensign that witnessed Malcolm and Trip together. She raised an eyebrow at the pair. Reed is messing with BOTH of them!? Does the other know? Oh sweet Lieutenant...you're playing a dangerous game here. She thought as she sadly shook her head and walked away.
Jon cocked an eyebrow at Malcolm. "Wonder what that look was for."
"Oh that. Yeah...it seems you're supposed to kill me for shagging your man sir."
"Oh. I see. In that case, remind me later today to jettison you out a torpedo tube."
"Yes sir. I'll be sure to remind you." Malcolm chuckled.