Tom had gotten his breathing back under control when Mischa opened the lube and got the slick ready. “Spread your legs.” Tom willingly opened himself up, uncovering his little hole. Mischa decided to push a little more this time.
“Grab your legs and pull them back. Open yourself up for me.” Tom was blushing furiously, and for a moment, Mischa thought he was going to balk. But he managed to do as he was told.
Mischa hesitated and just watched. Tom held onto his legs under his knees, his asshole revealed and his hard dick resting against his stomach. Embarrassed or not, he hadn’t gone soft for a second. Impulsively, Mischa bent and kissed him. “You like it?” Mischa asked softly, stroking Tom’s hair away from his forehead. Tom nodded, unable to speak.
Mischa got back up and into his role again. “Nice position. Hold on to it.” Tom made one of those little noises that said “fuck” and “too much” and “I’m so horny” all at once. Mischa smirked and finally rubbed his fingers against Tom’s asshole.
“Ah! Oh. Sir, so good...” He loved Tom’s reaction to something that simple. Mischa didn’t stop but kept on rubbing, now and then letting a finger threaten to breach the tight ring of muscle but never doing so. Tom never stopped talking, moaning, begging, and soon Mischa gave in, pushing a finger into the tight heat.
“Oh, fuck! Ah!” Tom was just as tight as last time, and there was no doubt that he felt it even with a single finger. Mischa didn’t give him any time to adjust, but started fucking him with one finger immediately. It seemed that the boy was right with Mischa on that plan; Tom moaned and started moving his hips a bit, trying to get more.
“I think you’re ready for one more.” Mischa added more lube and pushed two fingers right into Tom.
“Unngh! Sir, please wait, wait... Slow, please.” Tom almost lost his grip on his legs, desperately trying to accommodate the new feeling. Mischa didn’t give him any time, though. Spreading Tom wider, the Dom leaned in. “Take it, Tom. Just lie there and take what I give you.” Tom let out a long whimper, nodding and panting.
“Good boy. Take it, now.” He was relentless, fucking Tom deep and fast. The boy was beginning to ride the burn, moaning with it and still so hard. It was beautiful to watch. Mischa decided to raise the odds.
“Now you’re getting three fingers.” Tom moaned pitifully. The conflict between need and nerves was written on his face, making Mischa harder than ever before. “Look at me. I want to see it on your face.” Mischa put on more lube and added a third finger to the two already inside Tom.
Tom screamed and clung to his knees. “Ahh! Oh, burns, sir, it burns! Oh, fuck...” He writhed, trying to get away from the intrusion. Mischa let Tom have a few seconds to get used to it and then started moving his fingers in and out.
Just like the last time, Mischa could see the exact moment when the discomfort was replaced by Tom’s need to ride the burn and enjoy the pleasure it gave him. Tom started up a litany of pleading, asking Mischa to stop, to keep going, to give him more, to slow down. It was beautiful and made Mischa hard as stone. He really started stretching Tom’s ass, and when Tom only reacted by pushing down, trying to get more, he knew he could go on.
Mischa withdrew his fingers, drawing a protest from Tom. He didn’t pay any heed to it, just sat back on his haunches, rolling on the condom and slathering a generous helping of lube on it. He took his time, taking pleasure in the way Tom was panting, harder than nails, but still oh-so-obediently staying in position. It would have made a weaker man come on the spot.
He got into position, supporting himself on his arms and looking into Tom’s eyes. “I’m going to fuck you now, and you’re going to take it because I tell you to.” Mischa gave him a hard kiss, drowning out Tom’s whimper. The boy looked both nervous and so aroused.
Leaning in, Mischa pressed against Tom’s hole, pushing his way past the tight ring. Tom shouted, sounding almost surprised, then hissed and panted.
Mischa started penetrating the tight passage, searching for that little knot of pleasure. Tom yelled as Mischa hit it, the boy losing control and wrapping around Mischa. Mischa stopped. “Oh, no. You hold your position, now. Do as I told you to do.” He gently spread Tom’s legs again and made the boy get back into the position. Tom was totally incoherent now, pleading and moaning.
Mischa set up a slow, steady movement in and out. Tom’s head fell back, his eyes big as saucers but his body accepting the invasion. Mischa moaned at the easy surrender, bending down and kissing him, still churning in and out.
Going a bit deeper, he was drawing a gasp from Tom at the end of each stroke. His sub still didn’t protest, though, not even when Mischa was thrusting almost all the way into Tom and he could see the wince on Tom’s face. On the contrary, Tom started begging. “Please, sir. Oh! Please, take me, make me do it... Ah! Please.”
Mischa started losing his rhythm. On the next thrust, he pushed all the way in, eliciting a deep yell from Tom. Mischa grabbed Tom’s cock and started stroking it, suddenly in a hurry to make Tom come before he did himself. He pushed in deeply again, and then again, and let his thumb slide over Tom’s cockhead. That was all it took, and he could pump his seed out in the condom while his boy came, screaming, and then grunting a few times as Mischa thrust as deep as he could.
He stayed there, panting and looking down at Tom. The boy had a dazed look in his eyes.
“You can let go now.” Tom loosened his grip on his legs, and they fell to the sides as if broken. Mischa gently slid out of his body, and Tom protested with a soft whimper. Mischa got rid of the condom and leaned back in, kissing him softly before pulling the covers over them and letting the boy snuggle in.
“So, how was your second meeting with kink?” Tom moaned and hid his head in the pillow, for a moment grinding into Mischa. Mischa even felt Tom’s dick make a feeble attempt to harden again. Mischa laughed. “Well, I’ll take that as a sign of a positive experience.”
“You always know how to push me, don’t you?” Tom asked a little later. “I thought it would be easier this time -- and less mind-blowing -- but you keep surprising me.”
Mischa smiled, feeling very, very smug. “I do my best, boy.”
Chapter 3
Mischa had been thinking. Quite a lot. When he did that, he usually made a lot of money. Only in this case he had been thinking about Tom. That usually made him come a lot, but not this time.
It wasn’t that the memories of his sweet little TA with the kinky fantasies weren’t a huge turn on for him. They definitely still were. It was just that he had a hunch that Tom’s fantasies were a lot more comprehensive than the boy knew.
Mischa hadn’t gone easy on Tom; on the contrary, he had made the boy scream. And that had been so very hot for them both. He had pushed the boy to do things that were challenging, not least to Tom’s virgin hole. It had been a hell of a ride.
At the end of their last meeting, Tom had said something that had made Mischa think, however. “You always know how to push me.” It wasn’t that difficult to push an almost-virgin, but Mischa hadn’t even started. In fact, they hadn’t even had a real scene yet. Mischa refused to think about what to call their last two meetings. They weren’t scenes, because he only did one scene with a boy. Ever.
But he was quite sure that Tom wanted to be pushed. Needed to. It might still be a subconscious wish, but it hadn’t escaped Mischa’s attention that Tom had used the pushing as an example of how good their meetings had been for him. Tom needed a real scene, not just a hard fuck with a strict lover. Mischa made a decision and picked up his phone.
***
“Hi, Mischa!” Tom sounded so happy on the phone. “Are you calling to set up another meeting?”
“Hello, Tom. Well, kind of. I have a suggestion for you.”
“A suggestion?” Tom sounded a little wary now.
“Yes. I want to do a scene with you.”
Tom was quiet for a long time. “And by ‘scene,’ you mean something far more kinky than what we’ve been doing, right? I mean, whips-and-handcuffs kinky?”
“I’m not sure we’ll do the whole nine yards, but yes. I’d like you to come out to my place so you can get an idea of what BDSM really is. Then you can decide if you want to explore it further.” See him being all constructive without breaking one of his rules.
Mischa let the suggestion hang in the air. He really had thought that it would be impossible for a human being to blush on a phone line, but Tom’s cheeks never let him down.
“That would...” Tom paused. “That would make it... real.”
“What do you mean?” Now Mischa was curious.
“Well, our meetings were more... casual, weren’t they? If we do this, then it’s for real.”
Mischa agreed. “It would be real. I know that you like what we’ve already done--” he could have sworn that his phone itself was blushing now, “--but there’s one more thing.” Toby would have called him a tease with that cliffhanger, but Toby wasn’t there, so who was going to complain?
“And what is that thing?” Okay, the sweet little boy was also a clever academic who didn’t let anyone boss him around outside the bedroom.
“It’s going to be harder this time. I like pain. Yours, not mine.” He could hear Tom’s fast intake of breath. Score.
“What do you mean, pain?”
“I’ll show you what BDSM’s all about. In detail. That includes making you hurt.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay, I’d like to try.” Honesty when it came to his own needs was definitely one of Tom’s most attractive qualities. Mischa realized that he was very much looking forward to seeing Tom in his playroom.
***
Tom was nervous. Really nervous. On his first dates with Mischa (even just thinking about it made him blush, so much in fact that the woman at the table next to him in the café looked at him), he hadn’t had much time to think about what he was doing; they were still relatively innocent hook-ups. This time, he had a hunch that it would be nothing like that.
Even their conversation on the phone had been... different. Mischa was bossy, no doubt about that. The man hadn’t made it easy for Tom, either, wanting to know everything about him: what he had done and what turned him on and why. In detail. Tom had been sweating when he finally hung up. Of course, he had also been hard.
And there wouldn’t be a hotel room this time. Mischa had demanded that they meet first in this café. Something about making sure that this was really what Tom wanted. And yes, demanded; the man wasn’t beating around the bush anymore.
The call had been almost a week ago. Six long days for Tom to wonder if he really did want this, if he could take what Mischa was going to do to him, if... A polite cough disrupted his nervous thoughts.
“Hello, Tom.” He looked up; he had forgotten how sexy Mischa was. Tom had started to think of the man as his Russian bear; that was what the name meant, after all. Mischa didn’t look very... well, Russian, and he didn’t look bearish, either. He was a bit taller than Tom, with a solid body and short, dark hair with a little gray in it, even if he couldn’t be much more than ten years older than Tom. It was Mischa’s eyes that made Tom stare when he saw them again. They were dark, stern, but with a glint in them that promised... Tom blinked when Mischa looked searchingly at him.
“Hi! Sorry about that, sorry, I was a bit...” Occupied with imagining how you look in the bedroom. Naked. With a whip in your hand. He stood up and shook Mischa’s hand. Mischa smiled, which transformed the man’s rather stern appearance completely. Tom was sure that he wasn’t gawping. Much.
“That’s all right. Let’s sit down and have a coffee.” The bossiness seemed to come to the man quite naturally, even outside of the bedroom. The lady next to them left, leaving them room to talk without being overheard. Hearing Mischa’s next words, Tom was extremely grateful for that.
“So, this time it’s going to be really kinky, you know.” Tom could only nod. Damn his blushing cheeks.
“Why do you want it? It will be a lot harder than what we’ve already done.” And Tom had thought that Mischa was without mercy before. He had a hunch that this was going to be entirely different than their first dates. Hotter, for one. He got a grip on himself. No need to start off a scene with Mischa thinking that Tom had a focus problem. Even if he kind of did right now.
“I like that I’m not in charge.” He wasn’t going to hide what he liked. He was too proud for that. And he had a feeling that Mischa would know if he held anything back. “I liked when you told me what to do, made me do things that I didn’t think I could do.”
“Yes. Those are power games. What about pain?” Mischa’s eyes were direct, neutral. God, this went fast.
“I... I don’t know.” It was difficult to answer this honestly. “It hurt a lot when you fucked me, and I was very excited, but I don’t know if the two are connected, you know?”
Mischa smiled. “And if you let that sharp, analytical brain of yours rest for a while and instead answer me from what you’re thinking about when you’re jerking off at night -- do you like pain then?”
“Yes.” The answer came without hesitation. Tom had thought about this. A lot. “But I’m inexperienced, so I don’t know how I’ll react when it gets real.”
Mischa nodded. “That was an honest answer. Let me be just as honest with you.” The man let the waiter put down their coffees, then went on. “I like sex, I like pain, and I especially like to combine the two. It’s going to be good for you, but it’s also going to hurt. And I decide when you’re going to feel what.” Tom swallowed and discreetly placed his old friend the scarf so he wouldn’t embarrass himself. Mischa saw it and smiled.
“I’d like our session to be a longer one, so I want you to spend the night.”
Tom nodded. “I can do that. I have to be back around noon tomorrow, though; I have class Monday, and I need to prepare.”
“That won’t be a problem. You can follow me out to my house and drive back tomorrow.”
“I don’t have a car.”
“You don’t?” Tom shook his head. Mischa looked a little dissatisfied. “I’m not entirely happy
taking you home with me when you don’t know me well and can’t leave. But we’ll have to work with it
. You’ll call a friend while I’m listening and tell him that you’ll be at this address until tomorrow.” He took out a business card with his name and address on it and gave it to Tom.
“During your whole stay, you’ll have a safeword and a slow word. Do you remember those?”
Tom nodded. “You told me about them when we were first together -- ‘red’ and ‘yellow,’ right?” Mischa nodded. “But I’m not sure if I would remember them in the middle of... well, everything.” He blushed. Again.
“You will remember them when you are with me.” Mischa sounded as if there could be no doubt whatsoever about that matter. “I am going to push you, and I need to be able to trust you. That’s why it’s so important that you use your words when you have to.”
Mischa leaned in, his voice matter of fact. “The word ‘red’ stops everything, no questions asked. Well,” for the first time, Mischa looked a bit self-conscious, “being the nosy bastard I am, I will make sure that you are okay. If you say ‘yellow,’ I’ll let up on whatever we’re doing, let you breathe and tell me what’s wrong, and then we’ll continue. Using ‘yellow’ will assure me that I can trust you -- and it can make the scenes a lot better, because we both get what we want. So, it’s important, okay?”
Tom nodded. “I’ll do my best to remember to use them.”
“I can’t ask for more.” Just like that, Mischa put a couple of bills on the table and got up. “Let’s go.” Tom fumbled with his coat and scarf, scrambling to keep up. He thought he saw a hint of a smile on Mischa’s face as the man’s eyes wandered down to Tom’s crotch. Tom sighed. He really had to get himself a longer coat.
***
The boy hadn’t looked spooked, even when Mischa had put on his most bossy demeanor. Well, as bossy as he could be in public without attracting unwanted attention. Mischa was fascinated with Tom’s obvious arousal at the mention of the things they were going to do. Or rather, the things he was going to do to the boy, Mischa corrected himself, smiling inwardly. He was going to give Tom a thorough introduction to the world of kink. It might just be a single scene, but Mischa was known for his imagination.
They reached his car, and he opened the doors. When they had climbed into the car, Mischa turned to the boy.
“Do you have a phone?”
Tom looked up. “Yes?”
“Then make your call now. Tell whoever you call where you’ll be until tomorrow. I want you to feel secure at my place.”
Tom looked a bit impatient, but he obediently made a call. Having done that, he looked at Mischa. “Satisfied?”
Mischa knew that he wasn’t supposed to stand for any cheek, but this was important. “Yes, I’m satisfied.” He put the car in gear and started driving. “During a scene, it’s common practice that I confiscate your phone.” He turned onto the road leading out of town. Tom had started to look for his phone again. “Since you don’t have a car, however, I’ll put it on the table inside the door. It will stay there until you leave my house. That way, you can always call somebody and get a ride, okay?”
Tom nodded. He seemed to have decided to go with the flow now. A very wise decision in this lifestyle.
“Do you have any questions for me?” The car was a nice, safe space; Mischa was more likely to get Tom to speak up here than in the playroom. If they made it to the playroom at all. Mischa’s plans were to test the boy’s tastes in a more neutral environment. Then Tom could take it further with somebody else if he wanted to.
Tom didn’t seem to have any problems speaking his mind, though. “I don’t know what to call you?”
Mischa nodded, satisfied with the question. “During a scene you’ll call me ‘sir.’ You can also call me ‘Master,’ but that’s normally not done until the Dom and the sub know each other a bit better.” Until the sub had learned enough about him to appreciate his mastery in this art. “Outside of a scene, you can call me Mischa as usual.”
“I’m sorry to be rude, but isn’t that a girl’s name? I know that it means bear.” Mischa laughed. The boy was a funny blend of being all flustered and blushing and then being straightforward and curious. It was... refreshing.
“Not to a Russian, it isn’t. My real name is Mikhail, or Michael in English, but my uncle called me Mischa when I was a kid, and it stuck. He grew up in Russia. And by the way, it doesn’t really mean bear; it’s like calling a cat “kitty” in English.”
“That’s really interesting. Do you speak the language?”
“A bit. I think I could brush it up pretty quickly if I had to. But I work with numbers and don’t really have any use for it.”
“You do? What do you do?” They kept talking, making the ride to his house outside the suburbs fly by. Mischa remembered that he simply liked Tom; the stubborn TA was so different from the subservient twinks Mischa was used to working with. He tried to keep his expectations down. Maybe Tom wasn’t into this at all. But something told Mischa that he would be.
They got out of the car, and, as always, Mischa enjoyed the quiet countryside where he lived. The only noise out here was the wind going through the trees. He didn’t really surround himself with much luxury, but this piece of land was some of it. So was his playroom.
Tom had stopped talking, looking a little nervous. Good. It showed that he took this seriously.
Without a word, Mischa led the boy into his house. “Phone.” He held his hand out, and Tom gave the phone to him without protest. Mischa put it in the center of the narrow table inside the door. Then he took off his coat and turned to his boy. Tom was still nervous but held his head up high. It was a good look on him.
“Undress.” The boy blinked but obeyed immediately. He looked for a place to put his coat, and Mischa pointed to a spot on a larger table. Tom quickly folded the coat up, and the rest of his clothes followed. Then he stood in front of Mischa, naked. His cock was hard, and he did nothing to hide it.
Mischa walked around him, looking at Tom and enjoying both the sight and the boy’s reaction to him. Then he stood in front of Tom.
“Are you ready to obey me?”
Tom blushed furiously but stubbornly kept his head up, his cock jerking. Mischa smiled.
“Yes, sir.” The honorific came naturally.