Screw the Fags (4 page)

“Yes, boss.” Cosmo thought some more. “But I might need some help here.”

“Right. Well that’s what I’m here for. Tell me what you need.”

“Maybe...” Cosmo shifted. His arse did feel exceptionally empty. “Some toys would help.”

“Good idea. Right. I want you to go upstairs and select a plug, a cock ring, and a gag. Your choice. You can bring them back down here when you’ve finished, and I’ll put them on you.” Cosmo raced up the stairs like there was a packet of baccy with his name on it up there. But this would be better, right? Sex with Alasdair was always better than smoking. Sometimes he didn’t even want a smoke afterwards because he was too shagged out.

He pretty much always wanted one first, though.

His steps slowed, thinking on that. These toys he chose had better be enough to take his mind off things. Right. Challenging was the order of the day. Not the sort of things he’d usually volunteer for when Alasdair gave him a free choice.

Cosmo opened the unassuming-looking wardrobe of kink, made his selections, and headed back downstairs.

Alasdair was standing by the noticeboard, glaring like he could burn a hole in it if he just tried hard enough.

Uh-oh.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Alasdair jabbed a finger at the board.

“I’ve given it a clear label.”

“Emergency cigarette? What does that mean, exactly?”

God, for a big management type, Alasdair couldn’t half be slow on the uptake sometimes. Cosmo spoke slowly and clearly. “It’s my very last cigarette, saved for an emergency situation.”

“I meant for you to smoke it this morning.”

“You never said that at the time.”

“It should have been obvious in context.”

Cosmo shrugged. “I don’t see what the big deal is. So I’ve saved it.”

“The big deal is, you haven’t properly given up. Not if you’re holding onto this one. It’s a slippery slope. You’re allowing yourself to think it’s going to be okay because you can always have one if you need one.”

“If it helps me cope with giving up, that’s got to be a good thing, hasn’t it?”

“It’s another crutch, like that damn electronic gizmo you tried last time. You just ended up making yourself more addicted to the nicotine by using it more often than you would have smoked.”

“This is hardly the same thing. I’m not absorbing any nicotine from a cigarette in a bag pinned to the wall.”

“No, but...” Alasdair’s shoulders sagged. “Okay, fine, if that’s the way you want it, we’ll try it your way. Just bear in mind that I don’t think this is a good idea. You need to forget all about them. Not hold onto the idea of having one in the future.”

“Take my mind off it, then.”

Alasdair turned to face him then, finally noticing the assortment of toys on the table. “Good choices.
Interesting
choices.” He picked up the penis gag. “I thought you said you didn’t like this.”

“I don’t, exactly.” Having the silicone dick filling his mouth had been overpowering the one and only time he’d tried it. But it would definitely take his mind off smoking. “I want to try it, though.”

“You’ll raise your left hand as a safeword substitute, right?”

“That’s right.”

“Well, okay then. If it’s what you want. Nice big butt plug.”

“Biggest one we’ve got.” They shared a grin then, and all at once Cosmo felt the bond between them like a physical thing, tugging at his heart.

Alasdair picked up the steel cock ring with attached leather ball strap, stepped towards Cosmo, and then his heart wasn’t the only thing being tugged. After pushing Cosmo’s dick through the ring, Alasdair buckled the strap tight around the stretched top of his sac. “Ow!”

“Too tight?”

Deep breaths. The sensation adjusted from
take-it-off-now
to
oh-so-good
. “No, that’s good.”

“Right then, bend over. This plug is making the table look untidy. It needs to be put away.”

Cosmo bent over, grateful for the hand smoothing up his back before Alasdair began work on lubricating and stretching him. The plug was a ten inch long stainless steel monster with balls that increased in size along its length. It took a while to work in, but by the time Alasdair had finished Cosmo’s arse felt well and truly owned. When Alasdair pulled him upright, Cosmo swayed.

“Okay?”

“It’s heavy.” The largest ball pressed against his anus from the inside. Wow. That was going to be a real bastard to walk with. “Might need something to help keep it in place.”

Alasdair nodded and was gone for a minute, before returning with a leather harness. This one was like a thong, but where the piece of fabric at the front should have been was just an aperture, allowing his cock and balls to hang free. Well, as free as they could be considering the cock ring and ball stretcher. Alasdair buckled him in tight, but that was a real help, holding the butt plug firmly where it needed to be. Okay, walking was still going to be tricky, but not quite so hazardous.

“You look amazing,” Alasdair said, his hands on Cosmo’s waist.

“Thanks.”

“You sure you want this?” Alasdair gestured at the gag. “I was thinking I’d rather have my cock in that wicked mouth of yours.”

“Think you’ll be able to bear it if I suck you all night?”

“Guess we’re about to find out.”

“Nice one.”

They kissed, and then Alasdair’s hand on his shoulder pushed Cosmo down onto his knees.

Oh yeah. This was the way to give up the ciggies.

Cosmo opened wide and swallowed Alasdair down to the root.

***

It was half an hour before home time on Thursday afternoon and Cosmo was getting antsy.

Alasdair watched his fingers on the fretboard, skidding around as he attacked the strings with a plectrum. The melody—if you could call it a melody—was the kind of heavy metal dirge Cosmo had used to play when they first met, and Alasdair was pretty sure it had been specifically chosen to drive him up the wall.

Shame for Cosmo it wasn’t going to work. Alasdair tapped a few more formulas into his spreadsheet, sent off a couple of emails and checked his diary. Then he called Denise, just to make sure there were no surprise additions to his schedule this afternoon.

One of Cosmo’s strings broke with a twang. “Fucking shitty buggering bastard!” He stood up and threw the guitar down, but he did it carefully and aimed it at the padded chair seat, Alasdair noted.

“Problem?” he asked mildly.

“Of course there’s a fucking problem. I’m desperate for a fucking ciggie and you’re being an arrogant arsehole and holding me hostage.”

“Mind your language.”

“What? I’ve gotta get my frustration out somehow and since I can’t do it with my stupid, twatty guitar anymore I might as well swear it out. You don’t want me to start hitting things, do you? Coz I reckon I’ll have to if I can’t fucking well swear.”

“I’d rather you didn’t.”

“What, swear or hit things?”

“Either.”

Cosmo paced around the office, shoulders hunched, muttering something Alasdair didn’t care to listen too closely to. It was hard not to smile, though, especially as Cosmo attempted to stomp with bare feet—nowhere near as effective as if he’d had his boots on. The whole performance reminded Alasdair of the last time he’d tied Cosmo up and tickled him with a feather, rather than fucked him the way Cosmo had clearly wanted. When you lived with a painslut, genuine punishment had to be more creative than a simple spanking.

“You’re acting like a child who’s had his favourite toy taken away.”

“Well I have, haven’t I?”

“Your favourite? Oh, how disappointing.” Alasdair rolled his chair back from his desk and dropped a hand to his groin. “I thought this was your favourite.” He squeezed his cock, feeling it start to thicken in response to Cosmo’s hungry gaze. God knew, he didn’t really want another blowjob right now as his prick stung from overuse over the last few days. Still, if it kept Cosmo from going out of his mind with the craving... “I think part of your problem is you’re orally fixated, and since you can’t stick a fag in your mouth anymore, you’ll just have to accept this substitute.”

Cosmo practically ran over to him and dropped to his knees. His hands went for Alasdair’s fly, but then something stopped him. “May I? Boss?”

Pride surged inside Alasdair. To think that his boy was finally learning a bit of discipline. But he didn’t let it show on his face. Instead he pointed at the dark kneehole under his desk. “In there. I can’t afford to take a break, so I’m going to carry on working while you pleasure me.”

Cosmo raised his eyebrows but crawled under the desk with a smirk. “Kinky bastard.”

“You know it. Oh, and no touching yourself.”

“Am I allowed to get hard? Please? Coz I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop myself. Never done it under a desk before. Used to fantasise about doing this to my Chemistry teacher at school.”

“I thought you stopped going to school at fourteen.”

“Yeah, I did. What? I started early.”

“Dirty boy.” Alasdair wheeled his chair back to the desk and spread his legs wide so that Cosmo had room between them. He felt rather than heard the soft purr of his zip giving way, before Cosmo’s deft hands found their way in through the opening and tugged his tackle out.

He’d expected Cosmo to dive straight in and suck him fully erect, but instead the lad took his time. Alasdair had to bite his lip to keep back the groan when Cosmo sucked on one of his testicles. God, he had a perfect mouth. Made for sinful pleasure, all tight suction and slippery tongue. Alasdair’s attention pooled in his groin, away from the open spreadsheet. How on earth could numbers compare to this?

But he selected a blank cell on an unused line and tapped in some random digits anyway, knowing Cosmo would be able to hear the clatter of the keyboard. Oh yes, it was working. Cosmo gave an annoyed grunt and redoubled his efforts, bringing his hand into play on Alasdair’s now fully-erect cock, while somehow managing to cram both balls in his mouth.

That was... too much.

“I didn’t say you could use your hands,” Alasdair said, wishing he’d taken the time to clear his throat first because his voice was coming out distinctly croaky. “Hold them behind your back, gripping the opposite elbows.

The frustrated noise came again but thankfully the hand moved from Alasdair’s dick, giving him a chance to calm his arousal back down again. He felt the jerks of Cosmo’s body while he rearranged his arms, transmitted through his mouth into tugs on Alasdair’s sac. Mmmm... He might not be the committed masochist Cosmo was, but that little frisson of pain tingled up his spine in a most welcome manner.

A knock sounded at the door.

“Come in,” he said loudly, followed by a “Don’t make a sound and keep still,” to Cosmo in a low voice.

Mavis trotted in and looked around the room. “Oh, no Cosmo?”

“No. He had to, uh, take a quick break.” Although Cosmo wasn’t taking a break at all, and was quite deliberately defying Alasdair’s order to keep still by working his balls with his tongue. “What were you after?”

“Just wanted a word with Cosmo, actually. Not to worry. I can wait here until he gets back.” Damn it, was that a smirk on Mavis’s face?

“He could be some time.” Alasdair heard a soft wet plopping sound as Cosmo released his balls, but his relief was short-lived. No sooner had Cosmo given up teabagging, than he slurped Alasdair’s cock down in one go.

Alasdair winced. What was the male equivalent of honeymoon cystitis? Whatever it was, he bloody well had it. That had hurt.

“You okay, boss?” Mavis asked, stepping closer.

“Fine! I’m fine.” He had to stop her getting close enough to hear those wet noises Cosmo was making. Oh God. What if he made one of those involuntary sucking noises he sometimes did when he got carried away? Normally they were a turn on, but not here. Not with Mavis listening in.

If he’d thought it would work, Alasdair would have kicked Cosmo in the shins. But no, knowing what he did of his beloved sub, that would only make the lad slurp even more blatantly. Oh God.

“Sure you don’t want me to call a first aider? You’re looking kind of funny. Flushed. Panting. Could be the first signs of a heart attack.” He could swear Mavis was smiling now. Damn it, that woman was way too perceptive.

“Just please, could you leave us in private for a moment?” Ten seconds should do it, he figured.

“Of course. I’ll wait for Cosmo to finish what he’s up to and come find me. Ciao for now, lovebirds!” She gave him a little finger wave as she left, and Alasdair hastily reviewed his last utterance.

Oh fuck
. “I said leave
us
in private, didn’t I?”

Cosmo slurped off him with pornographic emphasis. “You most certainly did, boss. But I wouldn’t worry. She already knew.”

Alasdair kicked his chair back so he could see Cosmo’s face, currently looking extra-specially gorgeous with his swollen dick lips. “How can you tell?”

“You do know the back of your desk doesn’t reach the floor, don’t you? She could see my toes. I was wiggling them at her.”