“Fuck, even with my fingers, this feels so good. Your ass is going to feel even better around my cock.” Mischa scissored his fingers and made Tom yell with the burn. “Oh, yes, soon.” The stretching went on and on, and Tom found himself riding it to get more, not to avoid it.
Mischa withdrew his fingers and moved away, forcing Tom to let go of him. “No! Don’t. Don’t stop now.” Tom knew he was begging, but he couldn’t stop himself.
Mischa laughed, a little breathlessly. “Oh, I’m not going to stop. You’ll get my dick next.” He opened the small package and rolled on the condom. “I could give you three fingers first, but I’d rather stretch you with my cock.” He slathered the lube all over it. “Would you like to get it now?”
“Fuck, yes! Please, Mischa, fuck me. Now, please!” If he had to wait much longer, Tom was going to lose his mind.
“Spread your legs for me.” The command made him squeak in embarrassment, but he opened himself up for Mischa. For Mischa’s cock to fuck him. Mischa pushed in between Tom’s legs, teasingly rubbing himself up and down Tom’s crack. Tom groaned and closed his eyes, just floating with the sensations.
“No, look at me.” Tom opened his eyes. “I’m going to take you now.” Mischa kissed him. “You’re going to take my dick, and it will be difficult for you, but I’ll make you do it.” Tom whimpered into the next kiss. “It’s okay for you to scream, but from now on, I won’t stop. Remember, I’m in charge.”
Tom desperately grabbed Mischa’s shoulders again, holding on and trying to make Mischa take him. “Please, please, now, please do it.” His begging was a litany.
“Yes. Now.” Mischa grabbed Tom’s hair with one hand, holding him down, and Tom felt Mischa’s dick at his entrance. Then Mischa thrust.
The shout was pushed out of Tom as the cock breached him, the pain deep and searing. It made his eyes water, and he only stopped shouting long enough to get enough air to do it again. Then Mischa pushed unbearably far, opening Tom wider than he could take. He screamed and clawed at Mischa’s back, at the unmoving hips, trying to make Mischa withdraw, make this stop.
“Ahh! Please, no! Please, no, no more.” He was almost sobbing, the pain spreading from his ass and burning through the lower part of his body. Mischa didn’t move, still holding Tom’s head down, and kissed him. Tom’s frantic pleas were drowned by the kiss, but bubbled up as soon as Mischa let him go. “Please, Mischa! I can’t do this, you’re too big, I can’t...”
“Shh. You’re doing fine. Now, take a deep breath.”
Tom shook his head. There was no way, no way he could...
“Listen!” The grip around his chin was hard. “Listen to me. Take a deep breath and let it out.” He tried. Mischa put a hand on his stomach. “Down deep. Try again. Deep breath, hold it, and then let it out.”
Tom did a little better this time, and it made his ass relax a bit He did it again, and again, the feeling almost bearable now. He panted and looked into Mischa’s eyes.
Mischa smiled and kissed him. Then the man withdrew and pushed back in. Tom yelled, his back arching and everything going tight with need. Just like that, the pain had been pushed into the background by the pleasure. The burn was still there, so bright that Tom could only pant around it.
“Yes!” Mischa’s voice was triumphant, and he drove himself a little deeper this time, taking Tom’s breath away.
Mischa started moving, making the burn flare and Tom whimper. The man thrust a little bit deeper every time, making Tom grunt when the cock inside him went too deep, making it hurt. Then Mischa ground into something inside Tom, causing him to shout. Mischa set up a steady movement, hitting the sensitive spot every time and making Tom cry out from the pleasure. Tom suddenly realized how hard Mischa was making him.
All of a sudden, Mischa held still, looking into Tom’s eyes. “I’m far in you, but I still have two inches to go.” He dug a bit deeper, making Tom groan. “Taking the last of me will hurt. Probably a lot.” He looked searchingly into Tom’s eyes. “The choice is yours. Do you want to take me? I know you can -- or, rather, that I can make you.”
Tom was panting. This was an impossible choice. It had hurt so much already. But there was no way he could leave here without taking all he was offered. The answer came easily.
“Please, take me. Make me scream.”
Mischa’s eyes glinted, and he moaned. “Good boy. Now, breathe deeply. Hold it, and let it out.”
Tom did as he was told, and, on his second exhalation, Mischa grabbed his shoulders and pushed all the way into him.
At first, Tom couldn’t even get a sound out. Then he screamed, and screamed, and screamed. Mischa began to fuck him, all the way into the deep pain every time. The Dom ground into Tom’s prostate every time, too, and had started stroking his cock.
Tom had never been in this much pain or pleasure before, and he couldn’t tell the two apart. With a last scream, he came, his back bending and his ass clenching tightly around Mischa. Mischa roared and thrust into him, jerking and crying out. He held on to Mischa, whimpers turning into sobs. Mischa held him tightly, gently kissing him while he cried, crooning soothing noises to him.
When Tom had cried himself out, Mischa carefully moved inside him, bumping his prostate again. The feeling zinged through him, way too much to endure. He protested feebly. Mischa smiled and withdrew. Tom whimpered at the emptiness. Then he saw that Mischa was rolling on another condom, the man’s cock never having gone soft.
“No! Mischa, there’s no way I can--” Mischa silenced him with a kiss, gently pushing into him again. He had to moan at the feeling, couldn’t be quiet. It was so... right. He was sore and aching and he had to have this.
Mischa held Tom’s head, making Tom look at him. “You’ve had me once, and I gave you a lot of pain. Now I’m going to give you only pleasure.” Mischa started moving, and Tom, exhausted, couldn’t do anything but accept it. He had to lie back and take it, every thrust, every grind against his prostate, every stroke to his dick. In the beginning, it was too much; then he sank into it, closing his eyes and floating on it.
Mischa fucked him with long, even strokes, and after a while Tom couldn’t keep quiet anymore, didn’t do anything to keep quiet. He was keening, babbling, singing, and when he came, it was an explosion of bright and quiet. He felt Mischa thrust into him with jerking hips, coming, and then there was only their breathing and the scent of sweat and sex.
They lay like that for an eternity until Mischa had to pull out. He got rid of the condom and came back with a warm cloth, gently washing Tom. Tom just lay back, letting Mischa take care of him. “Good boy,” Mischa mumbled, patting Tom dry. Then he got into bed, letting Tom snuggle in and dragging the covers over them. Tom felt the man gently kiss his head. “Sleep now. You deserve it.”
***
Tom was awakened by a hand caressing his hair. He sleepily opened his eyes, seeing Mischa smile down at him.
“Time to wake up, sleepyhead.” He smiled back and leaned in for a kiss. A sharp stab of pain shot through his ass at the movement.
“Oh! Ow.” He looked a little sheepishly at Mischa, who was laughing.
“Well, you’re bound to be sore after last night. With any luck, you’re going to feel it for days.”
He moaned and kissed Mischa, suddenly as horny as he had been the night before. He wrapped his legs around Mischa and ground experimentally against the man’s solid body. The ache zinged through Tom and made him gasp.
“Oh, fuck. I’m definitely not going to forget this any time soon.” Mischa pushed Tom to his back and kept on kissing him. It was so good.
“Please, fuck me again.” Yes, he was begging, and no, he didn’t care.
Mischa laughed. “Oh, no, there’s no way that ass of yours is going to be of any use today.” Mischa kissed him again, ignoring his disappointment. “However, I do believe you could use a blowjob.”
Tom meant the mixture of a groan and a moan as a “Hell, yes. Please!” and it seemed that Mischa spoke fluent Lust. At least, Mischa let his mouth wander down to Tom’s nipples, where he started licking and sucking.
If Tom had any hope of being coherent, he lost it now, and with great pleasure. He had never known that his nipples could be this sensitive, and he moaned and sighed and tried to get more. And he got more; Mischa bit down on Tom’s right nipple and held it between sharp teeth. The pain shot through Tom, and he shouted, trying to make Mischa let go.
“Ah ah.” Mischa pushed down Tom’s hands and kissed him on the mouth. “No pulling my hair. Do you like it?”
“It hurts like hell when you bite me!”
Mischa smirked. “That wasn’t the question. Do you like it?”
Tom blushed furiously. “Fuck, yes, I like it.”
Mischa looked way too pleased with himself. “Good. Then grab the sheets and take what I give you.” He went back down and licked Tom’s left nipple, making Tom sigh with the feeling. Then he clamped down his teeth. Tom yelled and clutched the sheets, the pain almost too much for him. Mischa let go and gently licked and nuzzled the poor abused nib. It was even more sensitive than before, and Tom couldn’t keep quiet.
“Please! Yes, so good. Mischa, so good... Please, more.” Mischa gave Tom a very self-satisfied grin, and, just like that, he bent and took Tom’s cock in his mouth.
Tom cried out, feeling his dick going all the way into Mischa’s throat. There was no way he could keep still, and he started fucking Mischa’s mouth, going in deep.
Mischa took him, playing with Tom’s balls and caressing Tom’s thighs. Sucking furiously, Mischa let one finger stroke lightly over Tom’s sore asshole, and that was all it took. Tom came, screaming as he pumped his seed into Mischa’s mouth. When it was over, Tom lay on the bed, panting and sated.
Mischa got up and straddled Tom, stroking his own cock until he came with a shout, shooting long ropes of come over Tom’s chest and stomach. Then Mischa collapsed next to him, gasping and reaching out to put an arm around Tom.
Tom just lay there, arms and legs limp and Mischa’s come on his skin. Mischa reached down and rubbed it in. Tom’s dick made a feeble attempt at rising again, and he laughed breathlessly.
“I don’t think I can get it up anytime soon.”
Mischa kissed him. “I hope not. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have done my job very well.” They kissed a bit more, and then Tom curled up close to Mischa, dozing.
After a little while, Tom opened his eyes. “I guess this is not exactly slave protocol?”
“What do you mean?” Mischa kissed him again.
“Spending the night, you giving me a blowjob.”
“Well, as for the last, I think you have to please your master. And I like to give blowjobs.” Mischa winked. “As for the scenes, they are as different as the people doing them.” He got serious. “Are you okay with last night?”
Tom looked at him, uncomprehendingly.
“It’s a long time since I’ve worked with an inexperienced sub, and I got a bit carried away. I know it hurt when I fucked you, and your first venture into BDSM didn’t have to be quite that brutal.”
Tom was astonished. “Brutal?” He sat up, looking at Mischa. “It did hurt, and there was a moment when I didn’t think I could do it.” He leaned in, stroking Mischa’s cheek. “But that was the way I wanted it to be.” He blushed but kept going. “I’ve been fantasizing about this for a long time, and last night was every bit as kinky as I had dreamed of. And good.”
Mischa looked a little relieved. “So it was okay for you, too?”
“Fuck, no!” Mischa sat up, too, looking a little apprehensive. “It wasn’t ‘okay,’ and you know it! You fucking blew my mind the first time you fucked me, and then you blew it again in a whole other way. It was way better than ‘okay.’” He leaned over and gave Mischa a quick kiss. “And now I need a shower. Someone came all over me.” He sauntered to the bathroom. As he turned to close the door, he got a glimpse of Mischa’s face. The man looked unbearably smug.
***
Tom got dressed while Mischa sat in his robe on the bed, watching the boy and arguing with himself. When Tom was ready to leave, Mischa made his decision and got up, finding something in his wallet.
“This is my card. I’ll write my personal email and number on the back.” He put down the information, avoiding Tom’s eyes. “If you want to do this again, then send me an email or call me. I don’t want you to feel pressured in any way, but I’d love to make another appointment like this with you.” He looked up, anxious to see if Tom would take his card.
Tom did, and with a tender expression on his face, he stepped close, kissing Mischa softly. “I’ll take it, and you will hear from me.” He looked Mischa in the eyes. “Thank you for making my fantasy come true. I had a really, really good time.” He turned to leave, and then hesitated.
“What is it?” Mischa asked.
Tom blushed. “It’s just... Well, it’s probably a stupid question, but... Was I okay?”
Mischa laughed out loud. “Hell, yes!”
Tom smiled. “Good. See you.” He sauntered out of the room with the air of having just been happily fucked.
Chapter 2
It had been more than a week since he had met Tom at the hotel bar.
Mischa squirmed a bit; thinking back to that night inevitably made him very, very hard. Tom had been willing, compliant, and so excited to live out his fantasy. Mischa hadn’t had anyone new to the scene for a decade, and it had been an amazing night. The memory of Tom with his head back in pleasure made Mischa’s cock stir in the most inappropriate situations.
That memory was almost enough to drown out the little voice that kept pestering him with the fact that he had made a second appointment. He tried to squash it by telling himself that, first, it wasn’t really a scene, and second, Tom had called him this time.
Mischa hadn’t wanted to put any pressure on Tom by calling him. Hell, maybe Tom would be running away screaming once the boy realized what they had done. It hadn’t been a real scene, but it was still far from vanilla. Maybe it had been too optimistic of Mischa to give Tom his number and email, but Mischa had still been fervently hoping to hear from the young man. And he had; Tom had emailed Mischa only a few days after their first encounter, asking him to meet up again.
And that was why Mischa was here at a cozy café on a late afternoon, reading the paper and waiting for his boy to arrive. They had an appointment, and that appointment meant going back to the hotel room to have sex. Kinky sex, if Mischa had anything to say about it -- which he, of course, did. That was kind of the whole point.
He had to cross his legs to cover the bulge in his pants. Maybe Tom was new to this, but seeing someone so lost in pleasure as Tom had been was still a turn on for Mischa. So much, in fact, that he couldn’t help looking impatiently toward the entrance.
When Tom came through the door, Mischa barely recognized him. It wasn’t just the warm jacket and the big scarf; he seemed different. Happy. Sexy. Very sexy.
Mischa wasn’t the only one noticing that; while Tom scanned the room looking for Mischa, the blond waiter was eating Tom with his eyes. Mischa stood up and waved, catching the sour look on the waiter’s face and grinning.
Tom lit up when he saw him. “Mischa! Hi.” Tom went over to their table in the corner and gave Mischa a hug. “So good to see you again.”
“Hi yourself. You look great.”
Tom pinked but grinned. “I feel great.” He started to untie his scarf and fight his way out of the jacket. Mischa smiled and liberated him from the last stubborn sleeve.
“Ready to let me fuck you again?”
Tom moaned and coughed and basically tried to swallow his tongue. Mischa rubbed his back, laughing. “I think my friend needs a glass of water,” Mischa said to the waiter, who had arrived at their table. Tom was still out of breath when the blond got back, and he gratefully took the water, slurping it down in big gulps.
“Easy, now. We can’t have you choking.” Mischa hadn’t meant for Tom to hear the added ‘just yet,’ but he wasn’t sure he had succeeded.
“Wow. Please warn me next time you plan to say something like that.” Tom finally put down the glass.
“Why, and take all the fun out of it? I think not.” Mischa winked, and Tom laughed.
“Well, since I’m not exactly opposed to the idea, I shouldn’t be moaning about it.” Tom was blushing, but at the same time casually playing with his scarf so it now covered his crotch.
Mischa liked what he was seeing; their arrangement was apparently still a huge turn on for Tom.
“Oh, I’ll try my best to make you moan.” Talking dirty included.
Tom blushed and then made a visible attempt to regain control. “Do you have any plans for... tonight?” His fight to sound all calm and collected was very endearing in Mischa’s opinion.
“I have plenty of plans. I thought that we could have an early dinner here first and then go to the hotel.” He leaned over, ensuring that nobody could hear them. “Then I’ll take what I want from you.”
Tom moaned, gaze never leaving Mischa’s face. Christ, the boy looked hot. For a moment Mischa thought about skipping this and going to the hotel straight away. Then he pulled himself together; he did like Tom and was curious to hear how his sexy little TA had been since their last meeting.
Luckily, the waiter came back, strengthening his resolve. “I’ll have the pasta, please, and water. What about you?” He looked at Tom, who seemed marginally more composed now. “The salad, please, with extra bacon. And I’ll have water, too.” The waiter, who had been smiling invitingly at a wholly oblivious Tom, sourly took their menus and left. Mischa chuckled.
“So, did your students survive their first papers? And, more importantly, did you?” Tom smiled and started telling Mischa about a first year student who had gotten Rauschenberg and Furstenberg mixed up. “The worst part was,” Tom was giggling now, “that she went on and on about found objects and compared them to haute couture. Very strange. And unfortunately, very revealing of her mental attendance, since we covered Rauschenberg during the first week of my course and Furstenberg is to be found in a department store, not in the curriculum of any modern art course of mine.”
Mischa cleared his voice. “Just to make it clear: Furstenberg is the dresses, right? And Rauschenberg is... not?” He wasn’t ignorant; he did have an idea of what Tom was talking about. Okay, a very vague idea; Mischa had only ever bought one painting that really meant anything to him. The rest of the paintings in his home were merely decoration. They fit the color scheme nicely.
“Oh, sorry -- I always forget that not everybody is an art geek like me. And yes, she got a fashion designer and one of the greatest modern artists mixed up. Which is okay if you’d never heard about any of them before, but not so okay if you have been following my class. At least it was one of the more entertaining papers.”
Their food came, and they kept talking about what had happened since their last meeting. Tom had gotten a new roommate -- “who actually knows what shampoo is” -- which had completely removed the strange odor that had been lingering in his apartment for months now. Mischa shuddered and told Tom about a meeting earlier that day which had resulted in a new client.
“Congratulations! I must be good luck.”
“Well, you were good, that’s for sure.” Mischa just loved the way he could make Tom blush. He got a little more serious.
“So, how have you been since our last appointment? It was pretty mind-blowing.”
Tom smiled a slow smile. “I’ve been good. Really good.” Mischa waited patiently. Tom put down his fork.
“I feel as if it... changed me a bit.” Tom had a faraway look in his eyes now. “Of course, the first couple of days, my mind was still trying to recover from being blown to pieces. And so was my ass, for that matter.” He blushed, but leaned over and continued. “I was so sore, and every time I moved it reminded me of what we had done. I was hard all the time.”
Mischa swallowed.
“When I was in bed the first night, I put a finger in my ass while I was jacking off. I came so hard I saw stars.”
Mischa struggled to keep his moan down.
“And it wasn’t just the first couple of days. You know, I had my wildest fantasy come true because I risked doing it, admitting to you what I wanted and going with you to get it.” Tom took a sip of his water. “That made me realize that I could get what I wanted in other ways, too. I got rid of my stinky roommate. Hell, I even had a one-night stand with a guy from my gym.” Mischa would have thought that it would be impossible for the poor guy to blush any more, but no. “It may not sound like much, but I’ve always thought that I was way too plain to do anything like that.”
“Was it good?” Mischa sounded a bit hoarser than he had intended.
“Oh, yes.” Tom shifted the scarf to cover himself better.
“What did you do? Was it easier for you the second time?” Mischa had totally given up on the pretense of eating any more of his pasta.
“I fucked him.” Even now, Tom seemed to marvel at that fact. “He said that I came across like a top. And hell, I wanted to try that, too.” He winked. “And before you ask: yes, I made him scream, and no, I wasn’t nearly as tough on him as you were on me.”
The images in Mischa’s head were enough to make him breathe harder. They were definitely going back to the hotel right away. However, he had to have one thing out of the way.
“Do you still want this? It will be easier for you this time, but I’ll still fuck your ass. And I’ll be in charge.”
Tom was staring at Mischa. “Can we go now?” He blinked. “I mean, yes. Yes, I want to do this. I want it a lot.”
Mischa nodded, waving at the waiter to pay. Then Mischa entertained himself watching Tom fight his way back into his coat, all the time placing his scarf strategically to hide what their conversation had done to him.
When Mischa had paid, Tom shot him a challenging look, waiting to see how he would get out of this without embarrassing himself. Mischa smirked, got up, turned around with his front toward the corner, and put on his long coat, which concealed his excitement entirely. Then he turned back. “See? I came prepared.”
Tom burst out laughing and grabbed his arm, dragging him out of the café. Mischa shot the sulking waiter a triumphant look and followed. He was going to get laid.
***
They walked the two blocks back to his hotel -- the same as last time; no need to change a good thing -- and the staff was kind enough to give Mischa an end room with no neighbors due to his habit of watching TV at night. Or, well, performing other noisy activities, but no need to give out too much information.
On the way up to their room, Tom went quiet. Mischa placed his hand on the boy’s back and heard the low gasp. He smiled to himself; there was no doubt that Tom was into this. He kept his hand resting there possessively until they reached the room.
Mischa unlocked the door and put the key card on the table, then took off his heavy coat. He turned to Tom, who was standing in the middle of the room, still fully dressed. Nice. Mischa made sure that Tom saw him put the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door, closing it and standing in front of Tom.
The bulge in Tom’s pants was clear, and his breathing was fast.
“Good boy. Now, take off your clothes.” He watched intently as Tom undressed in front of him. The boy’s hands were shaking a little bit, but Mischa guessed that it was more from excitement than from nerves. His guess proved right. After stripping down, Tom turned around, revealing a hard cock with a touch of fluid in the slit. Too bad Mischa wasn’t going to do anything about that yet.
“On your knees in front of me.” Mischa kept standing in the middle of the room. Tom blushed, hesitating for a moment; it seemed that this was the hardest part for him. Then he got over it and lowered himself to his knees, looking up at Mischa.
For a moment Mischa only enjoyed the image of the naked boy in front of him, then he gave the next order. “Open my pants and take out my cock. Don’t pull down my pants, just open them.”
Tom fought to unbutton the slacks and then carefully lowered the zipper, fishing out Mischa’s hard dick. Mischa noticed him taking deep breaths; someone had a serious thing for the smell of aroused man. Well, all the better for him.
He realized that Tom was sitting still, looking up and waiting for orders. Mischa let him wait just a little longer, enjoying the kneeling sub’s excitement and embarrassment. Then he took pity on the boy.
“Now, suck me. Start with the head and then go deeper.”
Tom was so eager that he scratched Mischa with a sharp canine. “Watch it, boy!”
Repentantly, Tom withdrew. “Sorry, sir.” Then he went right back to his task.
Mischa didn’t know where that “sir” had come from, but definitely liked the implications. Not to mention Tom’s mouth; it was warm and wet, and Tom was so eager to please. The boy still choked a bit when he went too deep too fast, but he had improved a lot. At this rate, it wouldn’t take him long to make Mischa come. And that was exactly how Mischa wanted it.
Mischa grabbed Tom’s hair, starting to fuck him deeper. Tom gagged a little, and the spasms made his throat contract around Mischa’s cock. Mischa groaned and thrust deeper, holding himself there a little while. Tom was doing such a good job, accepting Mischa’s hands and only fighting them when he ran out of air. Mischa let him up to breathe.
“You’re doing so well.” Tom was panting and had a stream of saliva down his chin. “Are you ready to take my come?”
“Yes, sir. Please.” Oh, that was a nice touch. Mischa moaned and pushed back into Tom’s mouth, this time fucking it in earnest. He soon lost any rhythm and jerked, thrusting his dick deep down Tom’s throat. Tom swallowed and swallowed, and that was enough to pull the come out of Mischa’s balls. He yelled and thrust again, and finally withdrew to let the last splatter land on Tom’s face.
He panted and smeared the come around Tom’s face with his dick, and then he sat down on the bed. “Christ, boy, you’re getting good at that.” Tom smiled, looking depraved with his hard cock jutting up along his stomach and Mischa’s sperm on his face. Mischa got up again and bent to kiss him, hard.
“It’s a good look on you, Tom. Horny and willing.” Tom blushed but did not look away. He definitely had a backbone. Mischa liked it.
“Get on the bed.” Mischa pulled back the sheets to make space for his boy. Tom obediently lay back on the bed. Then Mischa stood in front of him, starting to undress, never looking away from Tom.
Tom was breathing heavily, his hand moving down to stroke his dick.
“No!” Tom startled. “Don’t touch yourself. I’m in charge; I decide when you come.” Tom whimpered but let go of himself. Mischa noticed that his hands were entangled in the sheets, though.
Without much ceremony, Mischa got undressed and lay down next to Tom. The boy suddenly looked insecure, his body tensing up. Mischa looked at him, taking in the naked body and enjoying Tom’s fight to obey. Then Mischa took pity on him. “Come here, Tom.” Tom made a small sound and wrapped his arms around Mischa, surrendering fully to the kiss. It went on and on, Tom yelping into Mischa’s mouth when Mischa found the boy’s nipples and squeezed them.
Mischa lifted his head, smiling. “You really like this, don’t you?” He pinched harder, making Tom buck and whimper. Oh, yes, the boy liked it. “Well, too bad.” Mischa let go and bent over to retrieve the lube and the condoms. “I decide what we do. And I want to fuck you.” God, if the mentioning of who had the power would get that reaction out of Tom every time, Mischa would keep on repeating it. Over and over again.