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Dalton watched
Eldridge’s face as he began to explain what he proposed. Dalton wanted to drape
Eldridge over his lap, naked of course, and just allow him to feel.
The leather beneath his lap caressing his cock.
The stimulation from the gentle rubbing or swatting on his ass.
He wanted to make Eldridge
Cristoff
spurt his seed
from stimulating his senses and the simple command, come.

“I will walk you
through every step of what I am doing. I’ll never leave you alone with your
thoughts. I want to make this good for you Eldridge. I want you to feel good
about what I want to do to you, with you.” Dalton watched Eldridge’s face for
any sign of discomfort and seeing none, he continued.

“There is a definite
attraction here El, and one that I want to explore, with you. Let me show you
how beautiful submission can be when you allow it.”

A myriad of emotions
flashed across
El’s
face. Dalton could tell that his
mind raced back to the humiliation that he suffered all those years ago at the
hands of the ‘
wanna
-be Dom’. Fear of being hurt, both
physically and psychologically. However, longing and lust also shown in the
yearning look of his soon-to-be lover’s eyes. Dalton wanted to erase the bad
memories and make this man his. He didn’t know if he believed in love at first
sight, like his friend Johnson did, but he knew that he was physically and
sexually attracted to Eldridge. He wanted Eldridge’s submission and he was
going to fight damn hard to get it.

Finally, Dalton saw
acquiescence in Eldridge’s gaze. Eldridge reached for the plate and placed it
on the table, then taking Dalton’s hand, nodded and said. “What do I do?”

Dalton smiled. He
leaned in and gently kissed Eldridge’s lips, softly and tenderly, delivering
emotions that were pent up, but not wanting to devour the man.
Yet.

Dalton used the hand
Eldridge held to gently lift him from the couch. He slipped the leather jacket
from
El’s
shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
Then began to spread feather like kisses along his jaw line and smooth his
hands under the white wife beater Eldridge wore. Slowly he lifted the t-shirt
and removed it from
El’s
body. Dalton took a step
back and admired the unmarked skin of his lover’s chest. No hair, completely
bare. The nipples were
a rosy
buds begging to be
lapped, sucked, or
pierced
. Dalton
wondered if he could eventually talk Eldridge into piercing them. Once he
collared the man, of course. He placed a tender kiss above Eldridge’s heart and
heard his quick intake of breath. Sage green eyes looked up at him with such
trust that Dalton was both awed and humbled at the same time.

Dalton had worked with
submissives
before at the club, for play or demos, but he’d
never had his own sub. The subs he worked with were there to make money as a
demo sub or just enjoy the attentions of a prominent Dom. No sub had ever
looked at him as El was doing now.

Dalton smiled as he
made his way around to the front of the leather pants that hid the prize. The
pants were laced up the crotch sans a zipper. Dalton released the tie and
slowly loosed the strings. He sat back on the couch and parted the fabric that
would soon be removed. As soon as he parted it, he could see the plumb tip of
Eldridge’s cock peeking out at
him,
small drops of
precum
already glistened there. Dalton guided Eldridge’s
hands to his shoulders for balance as he unlaced Eldridge’s boots, lifting each
foot to remover them and his socks, all the while his cock head slipped through
the open-faced pants. Dalton slowly slid the offending garment down. No
underwear, not even a jock.
Damn.

Eldridge’s hands
squeezed his shoulder, whether due to nervousness or balance, Dalton wasn’t
sure, but he imagined both.

Dalton admired the
slender feet of the man who stood before him, braver than anyone he had ever
met. He then removed the leather pants and Eldridge stood before him in all his
glory, naked and
exposed,
a slight pink hue to his
body. He skimmed his hands up the inside of the legs until he reached the
juncture between his thighs and stroked his balls. He felt them harden and more
precum
slid from the cock’s tip. The man’s cock was a
work of art, something that should be photographed and displayed in the most
exclusive museums. Long, at least eight inches, thick, with a prominent vein
running under it, and pointing tall toward his navel. The head was an angry,
deep shade of red. The balls were heavy and covered with fine blond hairs, but
the base of the cock was surrounded by curls that looked soft as silk. Dalton
could not wait to touch every inch of the man’s package. He leaned forward and
kissed the tip of the penis, eliciting a shudder from Eldridge.

“You need a
safeword
. They protect the submissive and allow you to
control everything that we do. We’re going to simply use the colors of a
stoplight, but others can be used. Something that you would normally not use in
a normal conversation,” Dalton explained. “We’ll use green for go, yellow for
slow down and red for immediate stop. I’ll talk to you the entire time and ask
for your color choice. If at any time the color is yellow, play will slow down
to allow you to regroup. If, at any time, you feel the need to use the word
red, then all play will immediately cease and the scene ends. If that’s the
case, when we end we’ll discuss what happened, how you felt and so on. Is this
okay with you?” Dalton wanted to explain as much as possible to Eldridge so
that he would be relaxed and enjoy.

“I want you to relax El.
Your mind and your body are mine to control, all you need to do is just feel.
Lie across my lap as I sit back on the couch and just make
yourself
comfortable. We’ll just lay like that for a bit at first, okay?”

He watched as Eldridge
moved forward and stretched out on the couch across his lap, that beautiful
ass, at the perfect spot. He reached between his legs and adjusted Eldridge’s
cock so that it rested in between his leather clad legs. This way Dalton could
bring his thighs together and create a cave for
El’s
cock to be stimulated.

“This feels really
weird. Is it okay that I feel that way?”

Dalton spoke quietly as
he caressed Eldridge’s ass, smoothing any tension away. “It’s okay to feel
weird, but that’s just because you’re not used to this. If you were my
permanent sub, I’d spank this fine ass every day, just so I could get my hands
on you.” He chuckled and also felt Eldridge stir with a slight giggle.

Round and round Dalton
caressed the mounds as the tension dissipated from Eldridge’s body. He tapped
the right cheek making the mound turn pink, and then rapidly fade away. He then
did the same maneuver to the left cheek, caressing it once again.

“I’m going to start
adding a slight sting with my hand. Remember your words; green go, yellow slow
and red stop. I want you to move into the spanks, not fight them, okay?”

“Tell me your color,”
Dalton asked. Eldridge’s voice was soft as he responded.
“Green.”
Dalton began alternating between spanking the right cheek and left until each
was a rosy color. After ten swats to each mound, Dalton asked Eldridge for his
word again.
“Green.”
He began again, building the
intensity and alternating the blows from the cheeks of
El’s
ass to the skin just below the buttocks on his upper thighs. Eldridge began to
move with the swats, Dalton knew he was seeking purchase to relieve the tension
in his dick. Dalton held him down by the small of his back as he delivered blow
after blow. Eldridge’s breathing started to quicken and a fine sheen of sweat
was forming on his back and beneath the hair line. “Word,” Dalton asked.

 
On a slight gasping moan, Eldridge said.
“Green.”
And pleaded for relief.
“Please, Dalton, I need to come. I can’t believe…”

Dalton continued and
counted ten more swats, five each side, alternating this time between his ass
and thighs. Dalton closed his legs tighter and trapped Eldridge’s cock, making
it rub against the smooth leather every time a swat landed on his body.

* * * *

Oh my fucking God!
Eldridge could not believe that he was allowing Dalton to actually spank him.
But, fuck, did it feel good. His cock was trapped between Dalton’s leather clad
pants and every time Dalton swatted he pushed the member more, but never enough
to allow him to come.

After the second set of
swats, Eldridge once again gave the word green, but he wasn’t sure how much
more he could take. He wanted to say yellow, not because he wanted things to
slow down and stop, but because he wasn’t sure how much more his body could
take before it exploded. Dalton was delivering him to heights he never felt
before.

Eldridge relaxed his
body and released his mind. He felt as if he was floating and although he heard
Dalton’s voice, it sounded very far away. He needed to come, and badly. He
wanted Dalton to fuck him, badly. His ass was on fire, but it felt so good. He
opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was an undignified squeak.
What the fuck?! Since when have I been
reduced to squeaking?
He wondered.

“Please Dalton,
please,” Eldridge pleaded for relief. His balls were drawn up into his body and
his cock ached so much he was sure it would fall off. And then, Dalton did the
unimaginable. He felt the slight and subtle caress as Dalton spread his legs a
little wider and floated a finger over his sac and up his crease. Back down, he
did the same thing, tickling the fine hairs on his ball sac. Eldridge about
propelled himself from Dalton’s lap, but Dalton held firm. The spanking
stopped, but the caressing did not, as Dalton lowered his head and his mouth
met Eldridge’s ear. He felt the warm breath across the nape of his neck and the
whisper in his ear. “Come.”

Eldridge bowed his
body, cock trapped as Dalton gave one last squeeze to his thighs, and he shot
off like a cannon. Cum spewed as ribbon after ribbon came forth and covered
Dalton’s pants and the couch. His body trembled, with little control of the
shivering or the sweat dripping from his brow, all he could do was ride out the
wave of ecstasy as he felt Dalton rub his abused and tired flesh.

Eldridge felt his body
being moved and found
himself
cradled in the arms of
the Dom, covered in a blanket and water trickling on his lips.

“Drink, Little One. In
a minute, I’ll give you a piece of chocolate.” Eldridge could only nod his head
as he absorbed the enormity of what had occurred. This powerful man had
stimulated him enough that he came from a spanking and a few well-placed
touches.
Gods,
had that felt great. No, it was
wonderful. As Eldridge curled into Dalton’s lap and Dalton whispered soothing
words, he felt cared for and, dare he say, loved. He knew that he had only just
met the man, but if this is what life could be like in the capable hands of
Dalton Peters,
sign
him up.

Eldridge dosed on and
off for a while, until he felt Dalton place a piece of chocolate on his tongue.

“You need the candy to
get your sugar levels back up. You’ve expelled a lot of energy tonight,” Dalton
explained the importance of after care for any sub and what that care might
entail.

As Eldridge listened,
and ate the confection, he heard Dalton mumble under his breath, coiled.
Coiled? He wasn’t sure what Dalton was mumbling about, and would figure it out
later. Now, he just wanted to relax.

Chapter Four

Monday morning came way
too fast for Eldridge’s liking. He thought back to Friday night and the time he
spent with Dalton. Just thinking about the spanking scene, the making out, and
then the shared hand jobs had his dick hard in his pants once again. Just as he
was adjusting himself, he heard the clack of high heels and knew that
Issy
was approaching his office.

“Damn El, I can only
imagine what you’re thinking of…” The smile on his friend’s face shone brightly
as her eyes traveled to his bulging crotch.

“I can’t help it,
Issy
. Just thinking about Dalton scares the shit out of me
and makes me hot all over, at the same time.”

“Are you going to see
him tonight? A little birdy told me he asked you out for dinner.” She cocked
her eyebrow as she brought her hand to the gold and diamond encrusted choker
necklace she wore, her collar. Obviously, the little birdie was her boyfriend
and Dom, Johnson.

“Johnson has a big
mouth, and yes I am going to see Dalton tonight. We’re going to the club for
dinner with his partners and you damn well know that, since you’ll be there
too, with Johnson. Dalton even told me that he is doing a wax play demo and he
wanted me to watch, so I could see what it’s like first hand.”

“I love wax play,”
cooed the spitfire Latina. “Dalton taught Johnson the intricacies of it and
it’s hot! No pun intended. But seriously, I know that it’s early, but let Dalton
help you. I’ve known him for a while and he has never brought anyone home, as
they say.
Never a permanent sub, only scenes.
I think
that he has it bad, and if the bulge in your dress pants is any indication, so
do you.”

Eldridge watched as she
turned to leave, snickering and tossing over her shoulder, “See
ya
tonight.”

Eldridge stared at his
computer screen, deciding which stock to move for his client, but his mind
wasn’t on work. His thoughts kept straying to Dalton, his gentle touch, the
feel of his ass under Dalton’s hands. Gods, what it would be liked to be fucked
by the hunky Dom. El giggled when he recalled Dalton mumbling the word coil and
Eldridge asking him what it meant. How embarrassing to know that the man had
thought about what
El’s
curly hair would look like
all sweaty from sex? His hair did not flatten, but the curls got tighter and
sprung, like coils.

El’s
phone beeped and he knew the sound meant he had a text. It was from Dalton,
confirming dinner plans for that evening. Eldridge quickly sent back his reply
and decided to call it a day at work. He just couldn’t concentrate. The only
thing on his mind was the blond Dom and his six foot six inch frame. El hoped
the evening ended with that very large cock buried deep in his ass as Dalton
pounded into him. Maybe, even a little spanking foreplay to start?

He was looking forward
to the demonstration. He knew that Dalton wanted to play with him and that was
the reason he wanted Eldridge exposed to as much at the club as possible.
According to
Issy
, she and Johnson hoped that Dalton
would settle down and collar him. That was more serious than a marriage
proposal in the world of BDSM. In every sense of the word
Issy
and Johnson
were
a married couple. She had a collar
and he kept the key around his neck on a gold necklace. They needed no formal
piece of paper given by the state of Pennsylvania to tell them they were
married.

Eldridge longed for
that type of relationship with someone. Over the weekend he realized that
the someone
could
be Dalton, if he just let himself go in every aspect of the word. It made him
nervous to think that as a fierce broker in the marketing world, he would
submit to Dalton at home. But, wouldn’t it be nice to come home to someone and
have all your needs met? Eldridge was beginning to think so.

The trip to his loft
apartment in Center City took less than thirty minutes by train. Parking was
always a bitch in Center City so he rarely took his car to work.
Public transportation all the way.
Once he changed into
comfortable sweats and a t-shirt, Eldridge turned on his laptop and decided to
do a little investigating of his own on wax play. He found numerous websites
giving lots of information about the dos and don’ts of playing with wax and
your partner. It was all very fascinating and a little scary. No matter how
safe the sites said it was, hot was hot. The sites he saw described paraffin
candles that could, or could not, be scented and had a melting point of about
one hundred and twenty-five degrees. Most of what he found said people favored
using either glass jars of the melted wax or a small crock pot. Eldridge wasn’t
sure what Dalton would use as according to his information, it depended on the
pain threshold of the submissive.

 
As he was going through the vast amounts of
information his cell rang and the caller ID showed him it was Dalton.

“Hi.”

“Hi. What are you
doing?” asked Dalton. Eldridge pushed his chair away from his computer desk as
he explained to Dalton he was looking up info about wax play. He heard Dalton
chuckle.

“Little One, I’m the
expert on wax, so why not just ask me?”

“Because I wanted to go
to the club with some background knowledge,” Eldridge said.

“Okay, I get that.
Besides doing that, what else are you doing—you’re not at work if you’re
looking at wax sites, are you?”

“No, I’m not at work. I
can’t concentrate on work as some hunky Dom had gotten under my skin,” Eldridge
heard Dalton give a full belly laugh and then he said something Eldridge could
not believe.

“Take out your cock,
Little One and put me on speaker.”

“What?” Eldridge
sputtered.

“You heard me, take it
out and let’s take the edge off before I see you tonight.”

Eldridge did as Dalton
commanded. Sweats off and cock in hand he waited for Dalton’s next command.

“I want you to stroke
yourself from bottom to top nice and slow. Up and down with a firm grip, but
not too firm. You are not to come until I say you can. Understood?” Eldridge
nodded as he stroked himself, but quickly realized Dalton could not see him.
“Yes, Sir,” he replied.

“Good boy. Now, are you
leaking?”

“Yes, Sir,” Eldridge
breathed.

Dalton continued. “Take
the drops and swirl them around that beautiful bulbous head. I want it nice and
wet for me. So next time when we are together, I can lick the sweet drops off
myself.”

“Dalton, I’m close. My
balls feel like they are on fire.” Eldridge’s breath hitched as he spoke
through the phone.

“Not yet. I want you to
slather a finger good and wet in your mouth, until it’s dripping with your
spit. Then rim your rosy hole and slip the tip in, just the tip. Keep stoking
though.”

What
am I thinking? I’m having phone sex with the man who wants me with every fiber
in his being. And damn it, I want him too.
So, phone sex
was now going to be on the list of his new favorite things to do.

“That’s it, I can hear
you breathing heavily now.”

“Yes,” Eldridge moaned.
“Please.”

“Place the finger all
the way in and find your prostate, touch it lightly. Grip your cock harder and
move up and down, stopping at the head and dipping into your slit. One of these
days I’m going to put a cock ring on you, so you’ll be at my mercy and I can
play with that slit as much as I want.
Maybe one day, I’ll even use one of my favorite sounds—the one that's
ribbed—and about quarter of an inch round on you. I bet you'd go crazy when I
slide the rod in and fuck your hole with it.”

Eldridge was so turned
on he knew that he sounded like a cheap four dollar whore, who needed a quickie
to take the edge off. He didn’t care. Dalton was driving him mad with need and
the man hadn’t even touched him. Physically, at least, not this time.
But mentally?
Dalton was all in Eldridge’s space and mind.
The man had blown in like a tropical storm bearing down on the islands and was
hovering over with no relief in sight. Fuck!

“Dalton,
Sir, please.
Please let me come! I need…I can’t…”
Eldridge could not finish his thoughts or sentences as the fire in his loins
flamed higher. But the need to please the man who mastered him was greater, so
he tried and held fast.

“Eldridge, listen to me
very carefully. Keep your finger in your ass and release your cock, Little
One.” El moaned in despair. “Now I want you to take you free hand, your pinky
finger to be exact, and dip it in your slit while your other finger is in your
ass.”

Just as Eldridge did as
Dalton commanded, he heard the word he needed. “Come.” The stimulation from the
finger on his prostrate and the delving into his slit, threw him into a spasm.
Coupled with that wonderful word that took him over the edge from his
soon-to-be master, he released his desire in spurts.

Eldridge shouted
Dalton’s name through the speaker on the cell phone as his hole clenched his
finger in a tight grip and ribbon after ribbon of cum shot from his cock.
“Dalton, mast…” He almost said the word, but held his tongue. Deep down though,
he knew that Dalton Peters already mastered him. It would just be a matter of
time before he allowed the man to do so formally.

“Little
One?
El…you there, baby?”

“Yeah, that was
something. I’ve never felt like that before. Hell, I’ve never done that
before.” He chuckled. “I’m a mess.” He looked down at his crotch and chest.

“I aim to please,
Little One. Go wash up, but no, and I mean no, touching yourself. I’ll know if
you do. Only I get to touch that beautiful cock anymore. Got it?”

“Got
it.
See
ya
tonight.
And Dalton?”

“Yes, Little One?”

“Thanks.”

* * * *

Got
him.
Dalton smiled from ear to ear as he turned the cell
phone off and placed the heel of his hand over the bulge in his jeans. When he
decided to call Eldridge to see what he was doing, having phone sex had been
the furthest thing from his mind. Not that phone sex was out of the question,
but until that point Dalton had gone slow with the man. Now, all bets were off.
As soon as the words
take your cock out
left his mouth, he knew there was no going back. The only thing that could have
been better was if he was there to see the pleasure in Eldridge’s face when he
released, or if he had been buried balls deep inside the man. Either would do,
but the later was definitely on his agenda of things to come.

After tonight’s dinner
and demo, Dalton had every intention of bringing his beautiful little one back
to his house and fucking his brains out. A little tying up, wax and a little
spanking were in order to get the juices flowing before the main attraction.
Dalton wanted Eldridge to be his and tonight he decided he would take the
plunge and tell the man. Maybe there wouldn’t be a permanent collar, yet.
However, he planned to let him know his intentions and give him a temporary
one, so that others knew Eldridge
Cristoff
was taken.

After a quick cold
shower, Dalton dressed in his customary black leather pants and a black vest,
no shirt tonight. He was demoing and he never wore a shirt, so nothing
constricted his movements. In fact, he would also take the vest off before he
began. The sub for tonight was experienced in receiving wax play, and loved the
sting of the wax a degree or two higher than normal. Josiah actually belonged
to Master James, who was learning the art with Dalton at his side to lead him.
The arrangement worked in both their favors. Josiah would get the foreplay of
the wax by both their hands and then get fucked by his Dom when all was said
and done. The
couple were
exclusive members and had
been together for well over three years. They were respected and well liked.

Dalton pulled out of
the garage of his Bryn
Mawr
home at six o’clock and
began the trek to Center City, to Eldridge’s loft. Hopefully, with traffic
going in the other direction he would make it there within thirty minutes. Once
Eldridge was his, he really needed to talk him into moving in together. Dalton
would be glad to drive him back and forth to work if he didn’t want to drive
himself, since public transportation did not come out as far as his home.
Better yet, maybe he could talk him into working from home. There was plenty of
room in his six
bedroom
, colonial style, home to turn
a room into an office for Eldridge. He could set him up on the other side of
the house with its own entrance for visiting clients. Eldridge could work and
not be disturbed. It’s not like Dalton didn’t have the space on his six acre
lot. That definitely needed to be on the list of things to do, right after he
showed Eldridge his play room tonight.