Mischa looked questioningly at him.
“Please, may I give you my safewords again, sir?”
“You may.” Mischa felt a little worried. Not about the safewords, but about the fact that he clearly had scared Tom more than he had thought. He didn’t like to miscalculate a situation.
Tom didn’t look intimidated when he answered the questions, though. Quite on the contrary; he seemed to sink deeper into his space with each answer.
“What’s your stopword, boy?”
“My stopword is red, sir.”
“What’s your slow word, boy?”
“My slow word is yellow, sir.”
“What happens if you use them?”
“Red stops everything, sir. Yellow gives me a break.”
Mischa nodded, satisfied. Tom would use his words if the boy needed to. Mischa leaned in and grabbed Tom’s neck, speaking quietly into his ear.
“You’re going to be fine, boy.”
Tom let his eyes slide closed when he felt Mischa so close. “I know, sir.”
He followed Mischa into the playroom and stopped just inside the door. Mischa was just a bit puzzled about that; normally, Tom would follow Mischa where he was led. Mischa decided to ignore it, though, and started circling him.
“Today, you’re going to get another flogging, boy. On the cross. I know you don’t like it, and that’s why I’m making you do it.” Actually, Mischa was pretty sure that Tom was over his fear of the St. Andrew’s cross, but it made the game so much the sweeter for both of them this way.
He started walking toward the cross. Tom didn’t follow. Mischa frowned and stopped.
“Get over here.”
“No.”
Mischa was stunned. Tom had never, ever refused anything flat out before. He turned around. Tom didn’t look scared, but the boy didn’t move, either.
Mischa narrowed his eyes. “Come here, boy.” His voice was low, demanding.
Tom met his eyes, head held high.
“Make me.” Tom’s look was direct, fearless. Challenging.
Suddenly, Mischa knew what this was about. He took a deep breath and made himself look as big and intimidating as he could. He could see from Tom’s sudden intake of breath that he succeeded.
He slowly walked toward his boy, never breaking eye contact.
“Get on the cross, boy.”
“No!” Tom broke the obedient pose, stepping back and crouching a little.
“Get on the fucking cross, boy!” Mischa was shouting now.
“I won’t! Get the fuck away from... Ah!” Tom’s words were cut off when Mischa pounced and grabbed him.
Tom fought him, and the sub didn’t hold back. For a moment, Mischa understood why Brad always had two people helping him out during a scene. Mischa wasn’t exactly a weakling, though, and he half dragged, half carried Tom toward the cross. Tom shouted and struggled all the way, and Mischa gasped when he got an elbow in the gut.
“That’s quite enough, boy!” Mischa tightened his grip around Tom and carried his thrashing sub the rest of the way.
“Get your hands off me!” Tom yelled in frustration, trying to find leverage with his legs against the table. Mischa maneuvered him around it and put him down in front of the cross, pushing him against it to keep him still.
Mischa counted himself lucky that he had prepared the scene the day before, having already fastened the cuffs to the cross. Even with the bindings in place, it was hard to make Tom stay still for long enough to tie him up.
Mischa managed to get his sub’s hands into the cuffs, Tom fighting him every step of the way.
“Stand still, boy! If you kick me, I swear I’ll tear off your balls.” Tom yelled with frustration, but he only resisted a little when Mischa spread his legs and tightened the cuffs around his ankles. When he was all tied up, though, he started to fight his bonds with all of his power, shouting words without any meaning. Mischa watched him and then grabbed another strap. Pressing Tom against the cross, the Dom fastened the wide belt around Tom’s waist and the cross.
Mischa stepped back. “That’ll keep you under my control, boy.” And it would give Tom something to fight against that didn’t put a strain on his shoulder joints.
“Fuck you!”
Mischa raised an eyebrow. “Do you really think it’s a good idea to be disrespectful when you’re tied up and your master holds a flogger in his hand?”
Tom’s head whipped around to see. Mischa didn’t lie; he had put the heavy black flogger near the cross the day before, too.
Tom’s eyes widened. He was breathing heavily, but he stayed silent this time. Mischa stepped close, letting the leather slide over Tom’s body. For the first time, the sub looked nervous. Mischa let the flogger slide gently over his ass, making Tom gasp.
“Oh yes, you like this, boy, don’t you?”
Tom pulled against his bonds. “No! Fuck you, I don’t want this!” He was struggling so hard that Mischa got worried. Then the Dom remembered the safeword ceremony; Tom had wanted to make sure that Mischa understood. He wanted this. Mischa let the first stroke fall.
Tom yelled and arched as much as the cuffs let him. “Fuck! Don’t do that. No!” Mischa hit him again, and again, setting up a rhythmic pattern of hard, stinging blows. Tom was shouting and cursing and fighting his every stroke. Mischa didn’t let up even a little bit, just kept on flogging his boy.
After a while, Tom got quieter. Mischa knew that the boy had to use his energy to deal with the pain instead of fighting. His sounds changed from yelling into moans, the sounds only interrupted when he had to gasp for air. Mischa kept the rhythm steady, letting the blows be so regular that they drove everything else out of Tom’s mind.
At the end, Tom was hanging limply from the cuffs, body shining with sweat. The boy was quiet, the only sounds in the room the heavy thud of the flogger and Tom’s long, harsh breaths. Mischa let one last blow fall and stepped up close, opening his pants. It was only then that Mischa realized how hard he was. He pulled the condom and the small packet of lube from his pocket, putting them on. For a split second, Mischa was amused by his own Boy Scout readiness; then his arousal took over and he let his fingers slide up and down his boy’s sides.
Tom whimpered. “No more, sir. I can’t take any more.” Mischa just made a soothing sound and let a finger push into Tom, slathering the lube deep inside him. Tom briefly tried to fight him when Mischa added another finger, but the boy was too exhausted and sank back down. Mischa pushed into him.
Fuck, the boy’s ass was so tight around him. Mischa had to hold still, fighting not to come on the spot. Tom was writhing in his bonds, keening in his attempt to ride out the burn. Mischa gently caressed his sides, and the boy went quiet. Then Mischa started fucking him.
Tom’s head fell forward, the sub surrendering so perfectly that it took Mischa’s breath away and made his cock jerk inside his boy. He put his arms around Tom, one arm keeping his chest close to Tom’s sore back, the other grabbing Tom’s cock and stroking it. Mischa could feel the strokes around his dick, Tom’s ass contracting every time Mischa let his thumb slide over the cockhead. For a moment, he was lost in his boy’s pleasure. Then his own body demanded its right, and he had to thrust deeply. Tom whimpered but didn’t move or protest. Mischa slammed into him again, rubbing his dick and forcing the climax out of him. Tom almost sobbed when the boy came, and Mischa shouted when he came, too, pushing himself as deeply into his boy as he could go.
They stayed like that forever, the only sound in the room their labored breathing. Mischa finally had to pull out and get rid of the condom, making Tom protest and fight weakly to get him back.
“Shh, it’s okay, boy.” Mischa hugged him tightly. Tom relaxed in his arms.
Mischa bent down and opened the cuffs around Tom’s ankles. The exhausted sub tried to stand, but his legs were wobbly and wouldn’t support his weight. Mischa stood close to the boy while opening the cuffs around Tom’s wrists. Tom cried out when his arms were lowered, and Mischa rubbed his shoulders, whispering soothing words to Tom and easing the boy’s sore muscles. Finally, Mischa loosened the last strap and caught Tom when his legs gave out, carrying the boy to the bed.
Mischa put him down, undressed and got into bed next to him. Tom made a little sound and pushed close, arms and legs wrapping around Mischa. Mischa put his arms around his boy and held Tom close.
“You did so well, Tom.” His voice was almost a whisper. “You can rest now.” Tom’s sound was something between a sob and a sigh, and Mischa held him, feeling Tom’s breathing slow down and get deeper until the boy was asleep.
***
Tom felt Mischa move, and even in his half sleep, Tom tightened his grip around the warm body. He wanted Mischa to stay with him in the warm, soft bed. The movement made his back burn, and he whimpered.
“I know, boy.” Mischa kissed him, letting Tom wake up slowly and quietly. When the man finally pulled back, Tom was ready to open his eyes. Mischa smiled a little.
“Welcome back. You slept for a long time.” Tom just nodded and pushed closer, hiding his head in Mischa’s chest.
“I wanted to get some cream for your back -- it’ll help with the tenderness.” Tom mumbled in protest and held him tighter. Mischa laughed quietly, but didn’t try to leave. He stroked Tom’s hair.
“That was intense.” Tom didn’t look up.
“How do you feel?” Okay, he probably couldn’t hide here the rest of the day.
“I feel good.” Tom did, and that surprised him. It had been a rough scene. “I’m really tired, but it was good.”
“I think you have to be a bit more specific. ‘Good’ isn’t really adequate to describe what we just did.” Mischa’s tone of voice was gently teasing.
Tom pulled back and thought about it. “I feel... cleansed.” He shrugged. “I know it sounds stupid, but I just feel empty and tired in a good way.”
Mischa kept caressing him. “It doesn’t sound stupid at all. Do you know why you needed a scene like that now?”
Tom didn’t have to think about it. “I didn’t need it -- I wanted it. I wanted to see how the intensity would feel, how it would be to fight you. And I guess I felt safe enough to do it now.”
Mischa kissed him, gently. Tom had more to say, though. “But it was rough, too. I was really close to my limit when you stopped flogging me, and I didn’t think I could take any more, not even you touching me. But it was really good that you fucked me. It sort of made me... whole again.” He looked into Mischa’s eyes.
“I love you.”
Mischa pulled Tom close and kissed him until he was breathless. “I love you, too, baby.” Mischa’s smile was exuberant and it was contagious. Tom laughed.
“Good. Now, can we get rid of the fucking condoms? I’m sick and tired of them.” Mischa laughed out loud and kissed Tom again, pushing him onto his back. Tom hissed when the contact with the sheets made the ache flare. It also made his cock jump. Tom couldn’t help laughing.
“How the fuck do you do that? I’m hornier than a sixteen-year old when I’m with you.”
Mischa pushed Tom’s hands over his head and held them there. Tom moaned when he realized how helpless he was.
“I know what you need.” Mischa licked Tom’s neck, making him gasp. So good.
“Yes. You do. Please, fuck me again. I want to feel you tomorrow, too.” Mischa didn’t answer, just bent down and licked Tom’s chest, circling around his nipples. Tom arched his back, begging for more.
“You want me, boy?” Mischa loomed over him. Tom looked into his eyes.
“Yes. Please.” There was nothing he was surer of.
Mischa smiled and let go of Tom’s arms, but only to get the lube next to the bed. The Dom opened Tom up fast, making him hiss and arch to deal with the invasion, even if he had just been fucked. Then Mischa got the condom on and pushed in, making Tom grunt and flail. Mischa just lifted Tom’s legs until they were straight in the air and the backs of his thighs were plastered to Mischa’s chest. Then his lover started fucking Tom, making him grunt every time Mischa’s thick cock went in deep. It felt so fucking good to be taken like that, having his ass reamed because Mischa needed him and because Mischa wanted him to feel good. The thought was exhilarating, and suddenly, Tom was so close. Mischa found his prostate, and Tom couldn’t help it. The come spurted out of his cock, painting his stomach with white ropes of sperm. Mischa kept fucking him through it, making Tom’s climax go on and on.
When it was finally over, Tom was totally spent. Mischa’s hard dick started to hurt going into his ass, and he whimpered. Mischa spread Tom’s legs and bent over him.
“Do you feel it? Is it starting to hurt, boy?” Mischa’s voice was low and breathless. Tom whimpered again and nodded. Fuck, normally he was too aroused to notice how sore Mischa made him. He certainly wasn’t now.
Mischa took his mouth, thrusting harder into Tom and pushing the sounds out of him and into their kiss. Tom was so close to trying to push Mischa away when his lover pulled back up.
“This is for me, boy. You do it because I like it.” Tom groaned, but he took what Mischa gave him. It hurt every time Mischa pushed deep, but it was amazing to know that Tom made him all flustered, made Mischa’s hips lose their rhythm and made him thrust in with jerking movements and shout, coming deep inside of Tom. It hurt, but it was so good.
Mischa lay over Tom, breathing still labored after his climax. Then his lover pulled out and went into the bathroom. Tom couldn’t move, his limbs feeling as if they were broken. Mischa came back with a towel and a loofah, gently washing and drying Tom.
“You probably need a shower, but I’m not sure you’re up to it.” Tom smiled, not even opening his eyes. Mischa kissed him.
“Come up and lie on the table; then I’ll take care of your back.”
Tom opened his eyes, raising an eyebrow. “There’s no way I can move right now. Sorry, but you can’t fuck me like that
and
expect me to walk.”
Mischa grumbled something, but the man relented, rolling Tom onto his stomach.
Mischa applied the cream with long, gentle movements, almost making it a massage. Tom melted, letting Mischa’s hands take the sting away and soothe the aching muscles under his skin. He squeaked a bit when he felt Mischa’s fingers on his asshole, rubbing the cream in there, too. It was so intimate.