Twenty-One
LEO read down Alex’s list with interest. Alex perched on the sofa next to him, trying not to look at him. Embarrassed? Nervous? Leo couldn’t tell. He finished, and he was literally floored by Alex’s responses. The fun they were going to have, working through this list….
He smiled at Alex, trying to put him at his ease. “I’m proud of you, boy.” His words were simple but heartfelt, and he watched as they took effect. Alex was smiling broadly now, the tension across his shoulders and back easing before Leo’s eyes.
“It’s okay?” Alex asked, a slight edge of anxiety creeping into his voice.
“Oh, it’s much better than merely ‘okay’,” Leo said, putting the contract on the table. “There’s a lot of scope here for a great many scenes together.” Part of him rejoiced at that realization.
Alex finally sat back on the sofa with a relieved sigh, relaxing against the seat cushions.
Leo sensed he hadn’t been sure how the list would be received. “What specifically were you worried about me seeing on the list?” he inquired.
Alex shook his head, blushing. “It wasn’t any one activity particularly,” he acknowledged quietly. “It was more a case of how you’d… you’d look at me when you saw all the… the stuff I wanted to do.” That adorable blush deepened.
Leo was enchanted. “Alex, all this list tells me is that you’re being really honest about where you want us to go, and you’ve given me some very specific pointers to get us started. I, for one, always like to start a journey with a map to guide me. Your map is brilliant.”
There was no mistaking the glow about his boy. Alex looked so beautiful Leo’s heart ached. On the heels of Thomas’s observation a few days previously, Leo made a discovery of his own: he was well on the way to falling in love with his new submissive, and it didn’t scare him one little bit.
“How do we start?” Alex was eager. “I’ve thought of my safewords.”
Oh. “Tell me.”
Alex leaned forward, his face shining. “I thought, ‘pasta’ for when I want to stop something, and ‘Chianti’ to slow things down.” He regarded Leo intently. “What do you think?”
Leo chuckled. “Well, seeing as neither of them is something you’re likely to say in the middle of getting fucked, I’d say they’re perfect.”
Alex laughed. Leo reached out and touched his cheek lightly. He pulled Alex into his lap, wrapping his arms around him, and darted his tongue between soft lips. He let out a low moan as Alex deepened the kiss, eagerly moving against Leo, his hips rocking gently. Leo slipped his hand lower and cupped Alex’s burgeoning erection. Alex groaned, pushing his cock firmly against Leo’s hand, increasing the pressure, hips moving faster now, his breathing more rapid. Fuck, this boy got him so hot so fast.
Leo broke the kiss, leaned away from Alex, and reached under the cushion beside him for the item he’d hidden before leaving the apartment to pick up Alex. He pulled the object into view and watched as Alex’s eyes grew large and round, his lips parted.
“Like it, boy?” The collar was black leather, sturdy, and would be loose enough if Leo wanted to grab it while they fucked. It fastened at the back, secured with a lock, the key to which was already hanging about Leo’s neck. Alex was staring at the collar, unable to look away, and Leo knew with a fair degree of certainty what must have been going through his mind: this whole situation had just gotten very real….
OH. MY. God. Alex was looking at a collar. An honest-to-goodness BDSM collar. Which could only mean one thing….
Leo was staring at him fixedly, as if he were waiting for the penny to drop. It didn’t merely drop; it plummeted from a great height.
“What should I do?” Alex whispered, suddenly incredibly nervous now that they were really going to do this. He was greatly relieved when Leo put down the collar, took hold of his hands, and rubbed his thumbs in leisurely circles on the backs of his hands.
“Breathe, boy.” Leo took deep, cleansing breaths, and Alex mimicked him, breathing in time with him. He closed his eyes, focusing on the unhurried movements, their synchronized breathing. “That’s it. Good boy.” Leo’s voice brimmed with approval.
Calm restored, Alex opened his eyes slowly. Leo was regarding him with a slight smile.
“Better?”
Alex nodded, his eyes once more on the collar. He felt like such an idiot.
“And as for what you should do,” Leo continued, “once this collar is on, you will address me as Sir. Every time you speak to me. Is that understood?”
Alex nodded, unable to tear his gaze away from the collar.
“Do you remember what I expect from a submissive, boy?” Alex’s gaze flickered up to Leo’s face as he nodded. “Tell me, then.”
“To obey you, to accept your domination, to please you,” Alex whispered. He panicked as he remembered something, hastily adding, “Sir.”
Leo chuckled. “You’re okay, boy, you’re not wearing it yet.” He straightened, nudging Alex to slide from his lap.
Alex scrambled off and seated himself once more on the edge of the cushion, his eyes fixed on Leo, forcing himself to look away from the collar.
“Just remember: if you forget, I’ll have to punish you.”
“What would be my punishment?” Alex whispered, needing to know.
“I think one spank for each time you forget sounds about right.”
Alex caught his breath. Spanking. Even his parents had never spanked him as a child. And just for a second, Alex wondered how many spankings he might conceivably earn if he were very bad at remembering to call Leo “Sir.” Just as quickly, though, he dismissed the idea. Surely the aim was to earn Leo’s rewards, not his punishments… even though the idea of this particular “punishment” was making Alex so fucking hard right now.
“Ready, boy?” Leo was watching him, those blue eyes focusing all their attention on him.
Alex swallowed. It was now or never.
“Yes, Sir.”
LEO slipped the collar around Alex’s neck and secured the lock. Alex’s hands reached up tentatively to touch it, circle his neck, and feel its weight. He saw a faint shudder run through Alex’s body, saw how he relaxed, almost as if he were trying to sink into his new role both physically and mentally. Leo’s heart nearly burst with pride. He’d always felt, once he’d gotten to know him better, Alex was a natural submissive, and the boy was proving him right. The thought made him shiver. Leo was so looking forward to this. He took a moment to shift gears, smoothly moving into Dom mode.
“Strip.” Leo put as much force into that one word as he could. Alex’s eyes widened a split second before he stood up and began to frantically remove his clothing and place it neatly in a pile in spite of his haste. Finally his boy was standing nude before him, his hands flexing awkwardly, clearly needing more instruction. Leo smiled to himself. There were plenty of those to come.
Leo got to his feet. “I want you to stand in front of me with your feet together and your hands at your sides. Make yourself as completely still, physically and mentally, as you can. You’re not to speak or move unless directed to do so by me. And you are not to look directly at my face unless I tell you ‘look at me’. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Alex settled into the stance easily. The boy was submitting beautifully, and it was making Leo so hard. Which gave him an idea…. “On your knees, boy, hands palms down on your thighs, ass resting on your heels, knees apart.” Alex lowered himself to the floor, assuming the position with ease, his eyes downcast. That mouth was perfectly positioned, however, and Leo grinned. “Open wide, boy.”
Leo opened his fly to free his already stiffening cock and brushed the firm purple head of it across Alex’s mouth, smearing precome over his soft lips before pushing unhurriedly into Alex’s waiting mouth. Alex’s hands twitched, clearly wanting to touch him.
“Keep those hands on your thighs, boy.” Alex swallowed, gasping a little as Leo continued to push deeper into his mouth. “Work the head with your tongue.” Leo shuddered as Alex ran his tongue over the delicate knot of nerve endings under the head before flicking the flared ridge rapidly with darting, quick movements. His boy was damned good at that. Leo lightly cupped the back of Alex’s head with both hands. “Suck it, boy.” He couldn’t hold back a low groan as Alex sucked him deep, and he held the boy’s head in position as he began to rock his hips, thrusting gently at first but then with increasing speed. Alex slid his lips down the shaft, clearly loving his task, low moans and cries of pleasure more prevalent now.
“Do you like sucking my cock, boy?”
Alex gave a groan as Leo pulled his cock free, dripping with saliva. “Yes, Sir.”
“Get it good and hard, boy. It’s going to be fucking your tight ass.”
Leo rocked into that incredible wet heat, thrusting farther, conscious of the fact Alex couldn’t take the whole shaft without gagging. That would come with time. For now, Leo lost himself in the hot, wet perfection that was his boy’s mouth, enjoying every second as Alex worked his cock, low moans vibrating constantly around his shaft—a shaft that right now was aching to bury itself in Alex’s ass.
“Your mouth feels like heaven, boy. Oh, fuck, yeah, you’re a natural little cocksucker, aren’t you, boy?” Alex responded by sucking harder, increasing his efforts, and Leo was pulled that little bit closer to orgasm. He groaned. Not yet! “You want me to fuck you, boy?”
Alex pulled off his cock, gasping. “Yes, Sir!”
Leo grabbed him, shoved him facedown into the sofa, and pulled his arms behind him. After yanking open a drawer in the base of the sofa, Leo removed a few supplies. He crossed the boy’s hands at the wrists and wrapped a silk scarf tightly around them, binding him so he’d be more than aware of his bonds but not tight enough to cut off circulation.
“Do you like it when I tie you up like this, boy?” He grasped Alex by the hair and pulled his face free of the seat cushion. “Does it feel good, being helpless, knowing I’m about to fuck you?”
“Oh God, yes, Sir!” Alex’s reply seemed to have been wrung from his very depths.
Leo let go of his hair, allowing the boy to fall forward once more, his arms pinned behind him. “Spread those legs wide, boy.” Alex obeyed, revealing his tight pink hole. Leo flipped open the bottle of lube, slicked up two fingers, and without giving the boy any warning, pushed them into that tight, hot channel. He felt the shudders ripple through Alex’s body, heard the constant low cries that he fed into the cushions below him. Leo worked that hole, thrusting his long fingers faster now, twisting them, corkscrewing them inside, getting Alex ready for Leo’s little surprise.
Alex pushed back on his fingers, fucking himself on them, moaning.
“You like my fingers fucking your ass, boy?” Leo was giving Alex plenty of opportunities to respond appropriately, and damn, he was doing a good job of it.
“Yes, Sir!” The words carried a slight moan at the end as Alex pushed back even harder, and Leo groaned as the boy danced on his fingers, writhing beneath him.
His fingers embedded firmly in Alex’s ass, he reached for the dildo he’d bought specially for Alex. He laid it on the cushion beside the wriggling boy, and he dripped lube onto it with his free hand. He pulled his fingers free, placed the thickly veined dildo against Alex’s pulsating hole, and then tugged on his boy’s bound wrists, pulling him upright. Alex cried out, pushing back with his ass, clearly impatient.
Leo grabbed hold of Alex’s collar and pulled him backward, hearing Alex’s startled gasp as he found himself momentarily without air. He softened his grip on the collar and heard Alex gulp great lungfuls of air. Leo held his boy against his chest and put his mouth close to his ear as he teased Alex’s hole with the dildo, pressing slightly against it. “You want this, boy?”
Alex cried out, “Oh fuck, yes, Sir! Fuck your boy with it!”
Of all the things he could have uttered….
He pushed Alex back down onto the sofa, spread his ass cheeks wide with one hand, and slid the glistening dildo into Alex as far as it would go. He felt it slam into his boy’s prostate again and again. Alex’s loud cry as it stretched him wide was sheer heaven. Leo fucked him with the dildo, not holding back, thrusting it into Alex unrestrainedly. His cock was like granite against his belly, leaking precome, and Leo couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted to be inside his boy, Alex’s constant cries feeding his hunger.
He slid the dildo free and reached for a condom, then expertly rolled the latex over his throbbing cock and slicked it up. He pressed his shaft deep into Alex’s crease, sliding it provocatively, knowing it would drive Alex wild. He grabbed cushions from the sofa and pulled Alex roughly upright by his bound wrists once more before sliding the cushions under his hips, tilting his ass higher.
Alex’s face was now free of the seat cushions. Leo bent over him, his shirt damp with perspiration, and put his lips close to Alex’s ear, his cock sliding in the boy’s crease all the while, teasing him. “Ready for my cock, boy?”
Alex was sobbing as he cried out, “Yes, Sir! Please, Sir, fuck me! Fuck your boy!”
With a loud groan, Leo slid into his boy’s ass, sheathing himself completely in one strong thrust and slamming into Alex’s prostate. Alex came with a scream, pumping come over the sofa, crying hoarsely as he tightened around Leo’s cock, muscles rippling along his length and pulling him over unexpectedly into his own orgasm. Oh my fucking God….
Leo cried out as Alex’s ass milked his cock, holding him imprisoned by those tight, hot walls, both men shuddering with the force of their climaxes. Leo’s cock pulsed out the last of his seed into the condom. Still seated deep inside Alex, Leo hurried to free Alex’s wrists, rubbing the tender flesh. At last his half-hard cock was able to slip free, and Leo grabbed Alex and lowered him onto his back on the rug next to the sofa. He covered Alex with his still-clothed body as the boy rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm, his eyes unfocused, unseeing, lost on some plateau of ecstasy. Leo kissed him fervently, his latex-covered cock painting trails across Alex’s belly as he held him close, waiting for him to come back.
Alex’s eyes refocused, and Leo stroked his face, the kisses tender now, lips brushing softly against lips, cheeks, eyelids, making sure his boy was aware of Leo’s presence. Alex tilted his head toward Leo’s face, seeking his mouth, and Leo gave it willingly, taking Alex’s mouth in a passionate kiss, tongue stroking into him slowly, repeatedly. Alex’s eyes closed.
“You with me, boy?” Leo stroked Alex, keeping his movements light. Suddenly Leo wanted to see those clear blue eyes. “Look at me, boy.”
Alex opened his eyes and looked directly at Leo—and Leo caught his breath. Alex had never looked so beautiful and so at peace as he did in that one perfect moment, made even more perfect when his face broke into a smile. “Oh, Sir.” His words were uttered almost as a prayer. “Thank you, Sir.”
Leo gazed down at his boy. Falling in love? Who was he kidding? He’d already fallen. Hook, line, and sinker.