CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

Justin heard the elevator stop outside the Loft just after midnight and put down the book he'd been trying to read for the last three hours. He figured that the time was probably a good sign; if Brian had been majorly pissed at his interference he'd have either come back immediately or stayed out a lot later. And if it had gone badly with Michael he'd probably have stayed out all night, so Justin tried to be optimistic. He looked up with a bright smile as the door opened. "Hey. You're back early ..."

His smile died as he saw the look on Brian's face. Brian was pacing towards him with long, measured strides, his gaze locked on Justin, his eyes dark and dangerous. Justin shrank back a little on the sofa.

"Sunshine," Brian said softly, "I want a word with you."

Justin pulled his knees up defensively. "What about?" he asked nervously.

Brian perched on the edge of the cushion at the other end of the sofa, fixing Justin with a basilisk stare. "Oh, you know, Sunshine. Such a bad, nosy boy, aren't you? Going through my personal things when I'm not here." He shook his head and t'sked reprovingly.

"N..no," Justin stammered. He felt like a rabbit being stalked by a fox. "It didn't happen like that ... I was looking for a hanger in the closet and this box fell off the shelf ... I found the comic. It seemed silly, just leaving it there, when it was Michael's – technically – and he could use it and you couldn't. So I just thought ..."

"You thought you'd go and poke your nose in," Brian supplied. "And not content with that ..." he suddenly shot out an accusing finger, making Justin flinch; "you lied to me. You manipulated me into going to Babylon so you could arrange a nice little lesbionic kiss-and-make-up moment." His voice became more menacing. "And what's even worse ..."

Justin swallowed. "Brian, look, I'm sorry ..."

"You made me worry, you little shit!" Brian yelled, poking Justin hard in the ribs. "You could have at least called me to say you'd been held up or something, not just sit here with your cell turned off leaving me thinking Stockwell had set some fucking ambush for you or something!"

Justin stared at him. "Oh my God, Brian, I never thought you might ... I mean, I didn't ... wow ... I'm sorry."

Brian glared at him. "Wow, I'm sorry? " he mimicked. "That's the best you can come up with?" He shook his head. "I'm afraid to tell you, Sunshine, sorry ain't gonna cut it this time." He stood up and removed his jacket, slung it casually on the coffee table and then settled himself comfortably back on the sofa. He rolled up his shirt sleeves, patted his thigh briskly and looked at Justin, his expression both questioning and expectant. "Well? Come on. Get your ass over here."

Justin's eyes widened. He felt a sudden flood of warmth low in his belly. "Why?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

Brian rolled his eyes. "I'm gonna give you what you deserve. And trust me, the longer you take the worse it's gonna be."

Justin's dick twitched with interest. Since he'd officially moved into the Loft Brian had treated him physically with what Justin would call respect; their fucking had been passionate and intense, but other than trying a few different positions Brian had made no move to introduce more spice into the mix. It puzzled Justin; he'd sneaked a few peeks at Brian's lurid porn collection, and Brian's hidden toys proved that his interest in the kinkier side of gay sex wasn't just vicarious; and yet he'd made no attempt to use any of them on Justin. Not that Justin was complaining – Brian's performance was always spectacular – but he'd still sometimes find himself fantasizing about a little light bondage or perhaps some playful spanking, but Brian seemed to be holding back from anything like that for some reason. So Justin certainly wasn't averse to this new development: what worried him was that Brian looked anything but playful. He looked like he meant business. Justin determined to stay well out of reach. "Brian, I understand you're angry. But if you think I'm going to let you treat me like child ..."

"Oh, I have no intention of treating you like a child," Brian assured him, his smile feral. "I'm going to treat you like a man. And I don't think you're going to let me; I know you are."

"I will not," Justin declared emphatically.

"Yes, you will," Brian replied, speaking slowly and clearly; "because you're hard just thinking about it."

Justin stuck his chin out. "Make me," he challenged though his heart was hammering furiously. He could feel himself blushing.

Brian shook his head, smirking. "Oh no, Sunshine, that's not how it works. You submit yourself to my displeasure and your punishment; I don't make you do anything." His eyes sparkled wickedly. "So just admit you richly deserve the spanking you're going to get, drop your pants and let's get this over with. Then I can fuck you."

Justin drew in his breath. Oh God, why was the sight of Brian sitting there waiting for him such a turn on? Justin's dick was pressing painfully against his cargoes and his mouth was dry with arousal, but he was determined he wasn't going to let Brian dominate him like that. They were equals, right? If Brian had an issue with him they'd settle it like civilised people not ... not like this. Not bent over Brian's knee, exposed and vulnerable and helpless. Justin had more self-respect than that.

Unfortunately for him his body seemed to be operating independently from his logic circuits and Justin found himself getting to his feet, toeing off his sneakers and dropping his cargoes to the floor.

"And the t shirt," Brian said.

Justin pulled it off and stood there dressed in nothing but his socks and his new CK's, face was burning with shame and embarrassment as his cock stretched the fabric, the head peeking out from under his waistband. He felt even worse as Brian eyed his swollen crotch and smirked.

"That's better." Brian reached his hand out. Justin hesitated a moment, unable to meet Brian's eyes; then he allowed Brian to take his hand and pull him close. Brian urged him across his lap, his head resting on the cushion to Brian's left and his ass in the air, his erection trapped between Brian's thighs and his own belly. His breath was coming so fast he was practically panting.

"Justin." Brian's voice was soft. "Look at me."

Justin opened his eyes. He'd had them squeezed tight shut. "I want you to keep looking at me," Brian told him, his left hand rubbing lightly over Justin's shoulders. "I also want you to keep your ass nicely presented for me, just like it is now." He slowly slid the waistband of Justin's briefs down to the top of his thighs, baring his ass. His warm right palm caressed Justin's cheeks gently and Justin shivered with anticipation. His muscles twitched nervously, but his cock was aching.

"Say, yes, Brian."

Justin swallowed. "Yes, Brian."

"While you're undergoing discipline, I want you to think of all the times you've deserved punishment but have escaped it because of my innate good nature and desire for leniency. I now intend to put the record straight." He waited. "Yes, Brian," he prompted patiently.

Justin was too scared to be able to think at this point; he would have agreed to anything. "Yes, Brian."

"And you will consider how best not to be a conniving, manipulative, devious ... irritating little twat any more."

"Yes, Brian."

"Good." His left arm tightened around Justin's waist and his right swatted Justin hard on the left cheek.

Justin gasped as the initial slap was followed by a slow burn that spread across his skin. He barely had time to register how much it hurt before Brian landed another one on his other cheek, and Justin squawked, trying to roll away.

"Ow! Brian, that fucking hurts!"

"Of course it hurts!" Brian said sweetly. "What did you expect?" He tightened his grip, holding Justin down. "Stay still!" he ordered. "Or you get another six for struggling!" His right hand continued to rain blows on Justin's ass, so that Justin had to clench his fists and grit his teeth to prevent himself crying out. He knew that if he really wanted to get free he could; Brian might be bigger and stronger but Justin was fully aware if he struggled hard enough he could break Brian's hold. His injured pride insisted that was exactly would he should be doing; yet every blow drove his erection against Brian's hard, denim-clad thigh; he could feel himself leaking, and he knew he didn't want Brian to stop. His ass was on fire; he was humiliated and ashamed and angry with himself; but he'd never been harder or more turned on in his entire life.

Brian landed a final two particularly hard slaps to the back of Justin's thighs, and this time Justin did cry out, and startled tears sprang into his eyes. Brian yanked his briefs off his legs and pushed Justin to his feet. He extricated a condom and lube from his pocket before ripping open his fly and freeing his already rigid cock. He didn't bother to lower his jeans; he sheathed and lubed himself with shaking hands and then grabbed Justin's wrist. "Come on," he growled, his chest heaving with exertion as he leaned back on the sofa, "ride me. I want to feel you grind that hot little ass of yours."

Justin knelt astride Brian's hips, thighs splayed wide. He was gasping for breath, and he knew his face was wet with tears, but the only thing he needed right at that moment was Brian's cock in his ass. He grabbed it in his right hand, set the tip against his hole, and then began to slowly lower himself. He gasped as Brian stretched him, and immediately he felt strong hands on his hips, stopping his descent.

"Easy, Sunshine," Brian whispered. "Take it slowly."

Justin was too desperate to take anything slowly. He tilted his pelvis and allowed his own weight to impale him, biting his lip and his breath hitching; then he heard Brian groan and felt the scrape of denim flush against his sore ass. He squeezed his eyes closed until the ache faded, then he braced his hands on Brian's shoulders for balance and began to roll his hips backwards and forwards, his thigh muscles quivering with strain. He had no idea whether he was doing what Brian wanted, but the sounds Brian was making seemed appreciative, so Justin kept going. Brian's hands slid round to his ass, kneading the tender skin and helping him set a rhythm.

"Jesus, Justin," Brian hissed. "So fucking hot ..."

Justin wasn't sure if Brian meant the situation, the temperature of his ass or both.

He could feel the pressure coiling inside him; all pain gone now, his only concern was release; he arched his back and bucked his hips wildly, his cock bouncing up and down, sweat stinging his eyes and dripping off the tip of his nose, grunting with effort. He spread his legs wider, wanting to take Brian even deeper and reached for his dick, but Brian swatted his hand away.

"Cum just like this," Brian growled. He reached up and pinched Justin's nipples, rolling and tweaking them painfully; Justin moaned and ground his ass harder, rubbing his abused skin frantically against the rough denim of Brian's jeans. He could hear his own voice, a desperate, keening sound; he was afraid that if he didn't cum soon either his head or his dick would simply explode. Then he saw Brian raise his right hand and bring it down with one more hard slap on Justin's left cheek, and as the sting of it registered he came - came so hard it hurt, and he sobbed as hot, viscous spatters hit his chest and belly.

He wasn't aware that he'd collapsed on top of Brain's chest, his heart pounding, muscles twitching helplessly, until he heard Brian gasping beneath him, his voice urgent. "Justin ... relax. You're okay ..." Brian groaned. "Oh, fuck ... c'mon Sunshine ... relax ..."

He could hear a strange, high-pitched whimpering sound; it took him a while to realise it was coming from himself.

Justin could feel Brian's hands running soothingly over his back. His ass hurt, the tendons at the top of his thighs were killing him, his insides were cramping painfully but he didn't have the ability to move. He felt Brian grip him around the waist and roll them both over so that Brian was on top. "Relax, Justin," Brian repeated. He reached between them and Justin whimpered as he felt Brian begin to withdraw. "C'mon. Let go. I can't pull out if you don't." His lips moved over Justin's face, warm and reassuring; as Justin's body finally began to respond Brian smiled. "Good boy. That's it." He eased carefully out and Justin moaned.

His legs were hanging off the edge of the sofa, and his head was cricked at a painful angle against the back, but he didn't have the energy to straighten himself. His muscles felt soft and useless as taffy. He felt Brian's arms slide under his shoulders and knees and scoop him up, and Justin automatically reached around Brian's neck and buried his face in his shoulder. He felt Brian stagger slightly before he got his balance.

"Christ, Sunshine! You weigh more than you did the last time I carried you," Brian grunted, making his way across the Loft and up to bedroom. He lay Justin gently on the bed, switched on the blue neon and then disappeared into the bathroom. Justin lay where he was placed, too exhausted to even pull the duvet up. His eyelids felt so heavy ... so fucking heavy ...

He felt the mattress dip as Brian returned, and then the warm, soapy touch of a wash cloth wiping his face. He blinked slowly, unmoving as Brian carefully washed his chest and belly and then pushed gently at his hip. "Roll over, Justin."

"m'fine," Justin mumbled. He didn't ever want to move again.

"Roll over," Brian repeated, pushing at his shoulder this time, and Justin groaned as he flopped over onto his stomach, his whole body protesting. He heard Brian chuckle. "Now that's what I call a hot ass. I guess you'll be sleeping on your stomach tonight." Justin winced as he felt the wash cloth gently cleaning him, and then gasped as Brian poured something cold and oily on his burning skin which trickled slowly down his crack and onto his balls. He shuddered. "Sh," Brian murmured. "It'll help." He felt Brian's warm hands stroking his inflamed cheeks and thighs, massaging the liquid in. Justin sighed; the sensation was blissful. He wiggled his toes. "I've still got my socks on," he mumbled.

Brian snorted. He wiped his hands on the wash cloth; Justin felt strong fingers on his ankles as he removed the garments and then the duvet was drawn up to his shoulders. He lay drowsing, his body utterly still and peaceful, listening to the small, restful sounds of Brian undressing and putting away his clothes. Then the duvet was pulled back and Brian slid into bed beside him; Justin turned towards his warm body and burrowed under his arm. Brian stroked his hair with his free hand.

"That was hot," Brian said conversationally.

"Mmm." Justin didn't think he had words to describe it.

"Your face." Brian laughed again. "It was the same colour your ass is now."

"Shut up." Justin stirred enough to aim a feeble slap at Brian's chest. "It was fucking embarrassing."

He felt Brian's fingers lifting his chin; he found himself looking into amused, yet serious, hazel eyes. Brian touched his nose to Justin's. "That's what made you hard," Brian breathed. "The thought of submitting ... letting me do whatever I wanted to you ... you liked that, didn't you?"

"Yeah," Justin agreed shakily. "Does that make me weird?"

Brian put his tongue in his cheek and shook his head. "Only if you start wanting to fuck girls or animals." Then his expression became more serious. "Justin, what happens here is just between us. Never forget that. I'm delighted that you're adventurous; anything you want to try is fine with me ... within reason. But I get to draw the line, okay? I don't know as I trust your judgement when all your blood's gone to your dick."

Justin nodded. He was happy with that, because he trusted Brian implicitly, now more than ever. He worked his body a little closer and tucked his left leg over Brian's thigh, wincing as the duvet rubbed his sore skin, and breathed in the comforting scent of Brian's cologne. He closed his eyes.

"So my little Sunshine has a kink," Brian said. Justin thought he sounded almost proud. "Next time, I'll plug you before I spank you."

Justin blinked. Apparently he wasn't as physically wiped out as he'd imagined; the very thought that Brian intended not only a repeat performance but wanted to put a plug in his ass first was enough to light that warmth in his belly again. "Which one will you use?" he asked, trying not to sound too interested.

Brian lifted an eyebrow. "Have you been downloading porn while I've been out?"

Justin gulped. "No ... but I .. sort of discovered your toys, Brian. I don't even know what most of them are for... so I was just wondering ... which one would you want to use on me?"

Brian lifted his head to stare down at him. "Oh, Sunshine, now you've given me another reason to spank you. Think yourself lucky your ass already looks like a fucking strawberry." He leaned in and kissed Justin thoroughly, sucking on his tongue until Justin whimpered. "But in answer to your question, I have no intention of using second-hand plugs on you. I'll take you shopping and you can choose your own." He grinned evilly. "And I get to choose the paddle."

TBC