Chapter Seven
Settling In
Pitch only allowed himself to cry for a couple minutes as he pulled himself together in fear of Jamie seeing him in such a way after he'd worked to make him orgasm. The man had wanted to satisfy him, to make him happy, and Pitch had to acknowledge the gesture as devotion if just to keep himself from falling into despair. It was easier to accept what Jamie was doing to him if it wore the guise of adulation.
Jamie returned about fifteen minutes later reaching into the depths of water between Pitch's legs and pulling the drain plug.
Pitch reflexively stiffened as his eyes followed Jamie's every movement. His face remained neutral even though his nerves felt like he wanted to jump out of his skin. He didn't want to show fear. Of all things, Pitch despised showing fear; he was supposed to be the master of it, but it ruled him far more than most especially these days. He always knew what someone's deepest fears were except his own, but for those of his he did know, they had become too numerous to count.
Jamie didn't speak as he moved around the tub unclasping the links of fine chain from each claw foot, the chains slipped further into the water upon release. Once the chains were free from the tub, Jamie grabbed one of the towels from the shelf against the wall and unfolded it looking down at Pitch expectantly.
Pitch rose gingerly, the chinking sounds made by metal sliding up the ceramic wall of the tub was the only resonance in the room until Pitch stood motionless in front of Jamie. To stand fully erect after so long felt strange and foreign to his limbs that wanted to crumple as he shivered more from Jamie's avarice stare than from any chill in the air.
Jamie wrapped the towel around Pitch with care before gentling tugging him forward to fall into his arms as he scooped one brawny arm under Pitch's knees to carefully remove him from the tub in one graceful motion.
Pitch didn't resist slumping into Jamie's embrace and finding solace in the warmth from the soft fluffy towel encompassing him. He didn't expect to stay covered long, but for now, it was a nice change that he would appreciate for however long he could.
Time moved; small kindnesses followed long bouts of Jamie finding sexual gratification from his flesh; it was an almost nightly occurrence for Pitch whether Pitch took it quietly or cried his misery mattered not to Jamie. His reactions to Jamie's ministrations were only seen as part of some deeper fantasy Jamie was helping to facilitate. Jamie told himself many things of course to make himself firmly believe the fallacy he'd woven into their make-believe mutual relationship.
Pitch had folded into himself playing the part of the silent victim for the first couple months of moving into this new role in their relationship; he did his best to shut out what was happening to him… what continued to happen to him. Jamie never let up though, and the more Pitch quailed, the rougher Jamie seemed to take him. Jamie was aggressively dominant enjoying the prospect of taking Pitch when he was meek. He told himself that Pitch wanted him in this capacity, but the truth of the matter was that this played into the darker side of Jamie's sexual desires to claim and seize. These stints were always the hardest for Pitch to heal from mentally and physically. Jamie did tend to be gentle and extra sweet to him the next couple nights that followed although Pitch wasn't sure if it was from kindness to let him heal, a courtesy not to damage him further until he could physically take the behavior again, or guilt that he'd battered and bruised him from such rough handling.
Pitch found ways to justify the treatment to himself as Jamie's way of showing he deeply desired him. Jamie didn't really want to hurt him, he wanted to love him passionately and would just get carried away. He was young, and because Pitch assumed because he was a spirit, Jamie didn't think he could hurt him in the same way he could another human. This was true to an extent, and Jamie never caused any lasting damage, he just went a little overboard sometimes. It was understandable in the heat of the moment when Jamie was so turned on.
This reasoning helped to gain some semblance of himself back as Pitch discovered pleasing Jamie meant positive attention would follow. If Pitch pretended to like what Jamie did, Jamie would be gentle because it changed the rules of their encounter and made Jamie want to bask in their togetherness over an animalistic craving of savage lust. It was a reciprocating trade he'd rationalized, Pitch gave himself to Jamie, and Jamie would repay him with soft caresses and kisses, massages, and body worship.
If Pitch was especially pleasing, before they finished for the night, Jamie would let him cum as a show that Pitch had satisfied him well enough. At first, he would make Pitch cum, even when Pitch hadn't realized he'd wanted to, until he finally did want to. Jamie would work Pitch up, bring him to the brink, only to make him excruciatingly wait for it. Jamie would take Pitch to a point pleasure and torture merged, and Pitch was on the verge of going mad begging for release. After much teasing, Jamie would finally let Pitch have an orgasm.
Pitch was only allowed to cum after Jaime was buried deep within him with his fingers or his cock (preferably his cock, so he could feel the ripple of Pitch's orgasm milking him to climax himself); this action helped to adjust the invasive feeling to something positive and easier to cope with for Pitch by making it a condition for his own release and a shared ecstasy as Jamie would always cover him in heated ravenous kisses when Pitch came for him, and as sensitive as Pitch was while coming, sometimes the gyrating movements of Jamie inside him helped to intensify his own orgasm. It made the act pleasurable when Pitch felt it shouldn't be, but his body surely disagreed with his mind. Expelling himself so readily made Pitch feel like a dirty whore, but getting off eased so much of the anxiety he felt during these encounters that he looked forward to being treated to his own release. It wasn't so bad then.
Another year went by, and Pitch did his best to learn to please Jamie; the quicker the boy was spent, the more rest he would receive. So Pitch became very, very good at gratifying Jamie's wants by learning how to move his body, expressions that excited Jamie, and a number of methods that catered to Jamie's specific likes and sent the boy moaning into climax and usually to follow a need to shower and sleep leaving Pitch in peace.
Other privileges came to Pitch when he did well such as Jamie providing him with little comforts like a sheet and a pillow, a book to read while he was away at work or school, and gestures like bubble baths and full body lotion applications after baths. Pitch did enjoy being pampered, and these comforting gestures built a fondness for Jamie. The man could be so tender when he wanted to be, and those touches, Pitch relished. He was lonely when the man was gone for long hours. He always hated the stillness.
Now that Pitch had accepted Jamie as his partner, Jamie had become quite tender and rarely took him like he had when he'd first brought him home. Pitch had to give a little for the relationship to blossom, and if Jamie did take him roughly, it was just because he'd had a particularly bad day, or Pitch had said something out of line that made Jamie feel the need to teach him his place. Pitch learned quickly enough when he needed to be quiet and wait for Jamie to be in a better mood to deal with him. He could be so needy he knew. Things went much more smoothly as long as Pitch took the time to read Jamie and predict where his mindset was in order to make sure they continued to keep a happy home.
