Stuff My Stocking: M-M Romance Stories that are Nice and Naughty (21 page)

Aaron held his gaze, but he didn’t say a single word in response.

“This isn’t a game to me,” Patterson waved a hand toward the toys that surrounded them. “Neither are you.”

Aaron’s Adam’s apple bobbed, but he still didn’t speak.

“What I want to do, is to take you upstairs, out of the club and into my flat and for you to obey me. Not because you want to help a good cause. Not because Ben talked you into something. I want you to put yourself in my hands for no other reason than that’s exactly where you want to be.”

The submissive’s lips slowly parted. “Yes, sir.”

Patterson was well aware that there were times when ‘yes, sir’ was nothing more nor less than the punctuation that filled the gaps in conversations between a dominant and a submissive. It wasn’t really agreement or acceptance, it was merely something a submissive could say to indicate that he had heard and understood what had been said just before.

Right then, as he and Aaron faced each other in the centre of the playroom, Patterson had never been more certain that this wasn’t one of those times. Aaron’s eyes screamed acceptance, and desire, and submission, and a million other things that swirled around those emotions.

Patterson stood up. Aaron remained exactly where he was.

Keeping his movement slow and calm, unwilling to spook the boy when everything still balanced on the sharpest of knife edges, Patterson selected a length of leather and chain from the rack of toys.

It only took him a few seconds to have a loop of silver links around Aaron’s neck and the leather handle of the lead secured around his own wrist. Of course, it wasn’t a collar as such. There would be time enough for something like that in the future, but it would hardly be appropriate then, not between men who weren’t playing games.

Still, Patterson smiled slightly as he saw something inside Aaron relax as the physical connection between them let him know that he was safe and controlled, owned by another man for the first time.

“Hands behind your back.”

Aaron obeyed.

“On your feet.”

A touch of uncertainty came into the submissive's eyes as he brought himself to his full, and admittedly rather impressive, height. It was almost as if being on his knees had allowed him to feel small, to feel submissive-sized for a little while.

Patterson gave a mental chuckle as his gaze automatically honed in on Aaron’s lips. It would hardly be a hardship to keep a man with a mouth like that on his knees a great deal of the time.

A very gentle tug on the lead negated any need for a verbal command as Patterson turned around. Aaron followed him across to the door in the furthest corner of the room without ever letting the lead grow taut between them.

The inconspicuous exit led straight up to the fire exit for his private flat above the club. Aaron made no comment on that as he trailed along behind him. He offered no complaint about the cold that lingered in the little used stairwell. But, when Patterson finally led him into the small living room set off the landing and turned to face Aaron, he had no doubt that all of the submissive's insecurities had come flooding back.

Having already discovered one thing that made the submissive feel more at ease in his own skin, it would have been stupid not to make use of it. “On your knees.”

Aaron didn’t hesitate to follow the command and the simple fact he now had to look up to meet Patterson’s eyes soon seemed to help him calm down.

Stepping past him, Patterson kept hold of the lead as he moved to sit in one of the comfortable old arm chairs that flanked the flat’s only fireplace. Keeping his pace slow, he made it easy for Aaron to follow him while still on his knees. A gentle tug called the boy forward to position himself between Patterson’s legs.

He didn’t need any further encouragement. Aaron shuffled forward. He even gained the courage to lean in and press a kiss against Patterson’s leather covered erection without needing a direct order.

Gazing down at him with complete approval, Patterson settled his free hand on the younger man’s head and merely accepted the licks and kisses he pressed against him as if they were his due.

There was no need for praise or to make a fuss over the other man. Acceptance was all the submissive really needed from him right then, and Patterson let the silent offering last several minutes before he slipped his hand between them and undid the specially lengthened fly in his leather trousers, giving Aaron access to his whole crotch.

Once more settling his hand on the back of the other man’s head, Patterson guided Aaron to lean forward and take his cock between his lips for the first time. There was no need to apply even the slightest force. The lightest guidance was more than enough.

Even so, as he settled both his hands on the larger man’s head, Patterson let Aaron feel a more dominant man directing his movements, holding him steady when he wanted him to focus on lapping at the tip and swirling his tongue around the sensitive glans, then leading him forward when he wanted more of the hard shaft to be cocooned in the wet heat of his mouth.

The boy had an undeniable talent for fellatio. More than that, he had blatant enthusiasm for it too. Patterson smiled down at the submissive as pleasure rushed through him, almost as much of it coming from his mind as his cock as he gloried in the submission being offered to him. Aaron murmured his own enjoyment, sending another wave of bliss through the dominant.

The slow, almost worshipful attentions soon had Patterson on the edge. From the look in Aaron’s eyes as he glanced up at him, the untouched submissive wasn’t far behind him. Patterson tightened his hold on the younger man’s head, holding him in place as he rocked his hips and thrust his cock deep into Aaron’s willing mouth.

The submissive took it easily, sucking and swallowing around him, as if trying to beg the orgasm out of him by any means possible. Aaron hadn’t forgotten his dominant’s earlier order. His hands were still behind him and Patterson sensed the other man rest in his control as he pulled Aaron off balance. The submissive didn’t even try to reach out and steady himself.

The trust, the purity of his submission, mixed with the raw desire he saw in Aaron’s eyes and rushed down Patterson’s spine. As it collided with the heat and friction surrounding his cock, Patterson tossed his head back.

Yelling out his pleasure, he held Aaron’s head still, filling his mouth with cum as his orgasm tore through him. Ecstasy seemed to reach out into every part of his body, until he felt it in every fibre of his body, even after he fell still and collapsed back against the armchair.

Blinking his eyes open, Patterson looked down at the submissive. Aaron’s head was still bowed over his lap, his lips wrapped delicately around the softening shaft.

Ruffling the younger man’s hair as much as the short strands would allow, Patterson took away his hands and allowed him to lift his head, but Aaron didn’t seem to be in any sort of rush. A glance down at the floor by his feet confirmed to Patterson’s satisfaction that it wasn’t because he’d actually already come from the sheer bliss of pleasing a dominant.

Aaron was still hard and frustrated, but there was no way anyone could doubt that all his attention was still on his lover. His focus remained on Patterson as the dominant straightened his clothes and tucked himself neatly away. Even after that, Aaron showed no inclination to rise from his place at his feet.

“You’re allowed to stand,” Patterson told him, as a less than acceptable thought occurred to him. Kneeling was all well and good, but it wouldn’t do to let the boy think he’d only belong to him when he was cut off at the knees.

Aaron frowned slightly as he received the permission, confirming all of the dominant’s suspicions.

Patterson continued to stare at him until the submissive got the hint and rose reluctantly to his feet. Aaron didn’t seem to know what to do with himself then. For the first time, he took a step back from Patterson.

“I have no need to make myself feel like a big man by forcing a submissive to feel small,” Patterson informed him. There weren’t going to be any misunderstandings between them on that score.

*

“But, you do, sir.” It took all of Aaron’s strength to force the words out.

Patterson raised an eyebrow at him.

“You do make me feel small…” Aaron whispered. He turned away from the dominant then, unable to hold his gaze a second longer. Stepping toward the window set into the bay overlooking the garden behind the club, he stared out through the glass into the night sky. “…in a good way.”

He sensed the older man move, even though he never heard him make a sound, but he still jumped when Patterson’s arms came around him. The dominant’s hands caressed their way across his chest, with complete confidence in his right to touch him in any way he wanted.

A second later, Patterson’s legs pressed against the back of Aaron’s knees and pushed forward. The joints immediately gave way. Aaron’s knees landed heavily on the padded bench beneath the bay window.

The dominant tugged Aaron roughly back to lean against him. His head barely came up to the older man’s shoulder when they were arranged that way.

“Like this?” Patterson asked.

Small in a good way… Aaron nodded, cautiously leaning into Patterson’s touch and turning his head so his cheek rubbed against the older man’s chest. Yes, that was exactly how it felt.

“That’s not about feeling small,” Patterson whispered to him. “It’s about realising your just the right size.”

Aaron nodded again, relishing the way the dominant’s skin brushed against his cheek, even as he blushed at the idea of any man ever considering anything about him perfect, let alone a dominant like Patterson ever saying so out loud.

“I don’t see what would be so hot about a lover who has to stand on his tiptoes to kiss me,” the dominant informed him. His tone was serious, but Aaron could practically hear the smile in the other man’s voice too. “It’s getting late.”

Aaron stopped smiling, but Patterson laughed when he seemed to notice that.

“Do you really think I’d send you to anyone’s bed but mine, Aaron?”

He looked up at the dominant as Patterson took hold of the handle of the lead still hanging around Aaron’s neck. Stepping back, Patterson gave a gentle tug on it and ordered him to his feet. Within seconds, the older man had led him back into what could only be his own bedroom.

Once again unsure what to do with himself, Aaron stayed near the door when Patterson let go of his lead. Habit made him do his best to be as small and as inconspicuous as possible but as he looked around the room, the submissive’s gaze fell on an envelope that stole all his attention.

Aaron.

He frowned at his name for several seconds before he could bring the appropriate query to his lips. “Sir?”

Patterson glanced across at him, then followed his gaze to the envelope. “Ben asked me to keep it for you and give it to you on Christmas morning.” The dominant glanced at his watch. “It’s after midnight. If you want to open it, you can.”

Stepping further into the room, Aaron did as the dominant suggested.

Ben’s messy handwriting scrawled across the page in bright purple ink.

Sorry I couldn’t wrap him for you, darling. I’d have loved to tie a big pretty bow around his neck, but dominants are such a bugger to pack! Still, I really hope you’re enjoying your Christmas present, sugar. It’s about bloody time you two got it together and since there was no way in hell he’d let any other dom win you in that auction, it was far too good an opportunity to miss.

Merry Christmas, darling!

Ben.

“He’s right.”

Aaron spun around.

Patterson didn’t look as if he felt the least bit guilty for reading over his shoulder. He held his gaze and smiled as if he knew he had the right to do whatever he wanted with him. “I might have been willing to bide my time and wait for you to find your feet in the club while you weren’t even flirting with another dom, but there’s no way in hell I’d have ever let another man lay a hand on you, let alone place the winning bid on you in that idiotic auction.”

“Ben’s…” Aaron tried to explain, as he folded up the note paper and pushed it back into the envelope.

“A complete brat? A reasonable bartender on those rare occasions he manages to keep his mind on his job? An incorrigible flirt? A good friend to you?”

“All of the above, sir?” Aaron hesitated.

Seeming to lose interest in the conversation then, Patterson took the letter from his fingers and set it down on the cabinet. Slipping his hand into Aaron’s, the dominant walked backward toward the bed.

As his feet automatically carried him forward, Aaron stared at the other man’s hand wrapped around his, as if it were the most miraculous thing he’d ever seen.

“Just this once, I’m going to give you permission to obey another man’s orders,” Patterson suddenly announced.

Very slowly, Aaron lifted his gaze and met the other man’s eyes.

“Do as Ben says, sweetheart. Come to bed and enjoy your Christmas present.”

THE END

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JUNIPER’S CHRISTMAS STOCKING by A.J. Llewellyn

The letter fell on my front door mat and caught my attention. I’m inundated by mail all year round, but this one intrigued me. I don’t get too much mail from adults. Especially letters from adults with photos of me right there on the envelope. I snatched it up and ran off in private to read it. I hunkered down in one of Barbie’s Malibu Beach Castle displays inside the girls’ toy production department, where the elves were busy painting scary faces on the Bratz dolls.

I scanned the note, which read:

Dear Santa,

I lead such an innocent life but after being a member of the group for a year I find myself being corrupted slowly.

How I would love to know what happened next to poor virginal Kurt after he just happened to wander into a leather bar. Would he be offered a cup of tea and a piece of cake or will he turn out to be a bratty sub perhaps?

Please make my Xmas wish come true. Love to Mrs. Claus.

Juni

x

Well, if that doesn’t warm the cockles of a dirty old man’s heart, nothing will! I began to write, the memories of that delicious, wicked encounter replacing all thoughts of dancing sugar plums in my head…

{PHOTO INSERT:  A prissy young dandy seats on a bar stool wearing a smart suit with a red bow tie; he is clutching a martini glass with a bewildered look on his face. A dozen muscle bound leathermen surround the young man with curious and hungry looks in their eyes.}

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Dear Juni,

Yes, there really is a Santa Claus and have you been a good little ho, ho, HO, this year? Ahem…Kurt…ah yes, I remember the boy well. Don’t buy that sweet little virginal act. He’s the bossiest bottom I’ve ever met. And I’m Santa Claus! You wouldn’t believe the things grown men, especially the allegedly straight ones, will do for a free Wii under the tree.

But I digress.

You see, I moonlight as a bartender in the Christmas off-season at The Celestial Revolver. That’s me behind the bar there. Yep, they call me the Silver Fox. It’s the swellest day job ever. You wouldn’t believe the action I see. Yeah, I know I’m supposed to be thrilled about making a load of stupid toys all year, but that’s my old lady’s job. You might know Mrs. Claus as Chi Chi Larue. She’s one swingin’ chick…if you know what I mean...

Me, I’m just an old perv. She’s an old perv all year, too. Who else do you think came up with the idea to manufacture all those gay porn star dildos?

Want one?

So here’s how it all went down...

I keep my beard trimmed in the summer months but men still seem to think I’m one big barrel of peppermint stick fun. And, I am.

I pour drinks and make men…er…merry.

Kurt came into the bar one sunny afternoon. They may not look like it but his cherry-red pants are made of leather, so he’s not your average choir boy. He ordered a slippery nipple, not a Shirley Temple, so that tells you right there that this boy’s just lookin’ for trouble. I gave him a drink, stroked my summer beard and pressed the button under the counter letting the guys in back know that we had a live one.

He likes leather. Heck, who doesn’t?

Ho, ho, HO!

He likes, dick, too.

HO, HO, HO!!!!

He started to shake, just to cement the idea he’s a sweet boy. Sweet, my ass! Well, actually, his ass is sweet too. I’ve enjoyed a taste of it a time or two. Christmas might only come once a year, but Santa sure doesn’t!

In fact, Santa likes variety and he likes them naughty, not nice. Where do you think I came up with Ho Ho Ho anyway?

So, I invited Kurt to climb up on my north pole. I’m pleased to say my size frightened him. Last time we played, he’d had more than a few cocktails. This time he was working his way through the second one when I asked him to vacate the stool.

“Why, Santa?” he asked, all wide-eyed and goofy. “What do you have in mind?”

“Your ass is wanted in the back room,” I said, wiping down the bar top.

“Me?” His voice came out in a squeak.

I topped up his cocktail glass and watched the Seven Dwarves crowd him.  Sexy, Spanky, Sucky, Sticky, Slurpy, Slinky and Blimey (whose nickname will soon become obvious) put their hands on his shoulders and spun him around like they were about to play Pin the Tail on the Donkey. Kurt glanced at me, a frightened yelp on his lips. I suspected this donkey already knew his tail was about to be nailed…nay, flogged, four ways from Sunday.

I was worried for a moment. He was about to take on seven guys with sex on their dirty minds. I made a list, checked it a couple of times…hmm…maybe I needed to be there to watch and protect. Gotta know who’s naughty and who’s naughtier, you know.  I noticed a couple of the fellas get a big aggressive as they dragged Kurt away.

“Play nice,” I shouted as the bar filled with guys wanting their happy hour drink. Yeah, I wanted my happy hour, too.

I got one of the other bartenders to swap places with me. He didn’t look happy. Who doesn’t love an orgy? I promised him he’d get his chance in the romper room and rushed to join the others. Before I even got there, my cock was hard. I’d like to say I’m not the type to kiss and tell but that would be a lie. I’m an old gossip.

At the entrance to the back bar, I was right behind Kurt as his head swiveled around in disbelief. When he saw what awaited him in the private room, his squeals turned to grins. He took a long swig of his cocktail and turned to me.

“Santa, I’ve been a baaaad boy!”

I nodded. “I just know you have, Kurt. If you want me to put a toy under your tree, you’d better get busy.”

“What kind of toy are we talking?” Kurt asked.

“Any kind you want.”

He still looked worried, even when he’d finished his second drink, but he soon found other things to occupy his mouth.

The guys undressed him and as I could have predicted, Spanky got his hands on Kurt’s delicious little bubble butt and read the word tattooed on Kurt’s tailbone.

More.

Yes, Juniper, I know you love tattoos. You’re a dirty girl! And he’s a very, very dirty boy!

Santa loves you both!

Ho! Ho! HO!

Spanky went crazy when he saw that word.

More.

“Oh, fuck!” he shouted, and put a couple of hand slaps on Kurt’s wiggling ass. He let his fingers trail between Kurt’s cheeks, right along the crack, as Sticky moved up to Kurt and began kissing Kurt. Things got hot awfully fast, with Sticky slipping his tongue into Kurt’s mouth.

Their frantic kisses seemed to get to Slurpy who dropped to his knees and began to suck Kurt’s cock.

“Oh, my!” Kurt gasped, breaking off his kiss with Sticky. “That feels good!”

I signaled to Slinky to get busy and he joined the hot little group as everyone around them watched. The entire room stopped as Slinky knelt between Kurt and Spanky. He put his face right between those now-pink ass cheeks and began to lick. Spanky slapped Kurt a couple more times, just to make his ass wiggle one more time.

Kurt now focused on kissing Sucky. 

The group wanted to get more comfortable and shuffled with their naked bottom boy to the pool table in the middle of the room. They hoisted him onto the table, where he knelt on all fours. He moaned as Slurpy climbed up behind him, still licking his ass.

“Tastes like chicken,” Slurpy said as he stuffed his whole face into Kurt’s cute butt. Kurt glanced down as Sucky got underneath him and began sucking Kurt’s rigid cock. Kurt was about to reach down and lick Sucky’s massive tool, except a massive, absolutely enormous cock appeared in his face.

“Blimey!” Kurt said.

“Pleased to meet you,” said the Adonis who owned the twelve-inch piece of paradise. Kurt looked a little stunned. Then he looked so happy.

“I’m not sure he can take it all,” he whispered.

“You’d better try,” I warned, “if you don’t want to wake up to no gifts Christmas day.”

“Santa, you’re cruel,” Kurt said, looking hurt. He moved his mouth over the head of the cock. He was so pretty sucking that thing. Hands and mouths moved all over his body until somebody rolled him onto his back.  Sucky and Slinky sucked his nipples, Blimey kept feeding him cock and now Slurpy worked on Kurt’s ass, which left his sweet cock to me.

I gave it a tug, then gave it a suck and that angelic little Kurt came hard for me, deep in my throat.

He gave a shout, Blimey’s cock popping out of his mouth.

“Sorry, Santa,” he said, panting. “I couldn’t wait. All these hot mouths and hands…”

“I understand. Who would you like to fuck?”     

“Blimey!” he moaned. “Please. I gotta have that dick. And Santa, can I suck you?”

“Yes,” I said and joined the fun on the pool table.

Kurt’s mouth moved all over my cock and balls. He really is an enthusiastic little cock-sucker. Blimey gloved up, using a an extra large condom. A few hands made light work of spreading lube all over Kurt’s waiting ass and Blimey’s big man meat.

He started poking his cock at Kurt’s ass.

“More,” Kurt whined. “More…”

The word died in his throat as Blimey started pumping him. He fucked Kurt so hard that I was seeing stars and I was just a spectator.

“I can usually go longer,” Blimey insisted, “but he’s so fucking tight!”

“I’ll fuck him,” Slinky said, rolling Kurt onto his back. Spanky sucked Slinky’s cock for a moment, not that he wasn’t already good and hard, but hey, this was a cock fiesta! He rolled a condom over Slinky’s nice big cock and Kurt grabbed at it.

“You’d better fuck me really good, Slinky. I want lots of presents this year!”

“Yeah? Here’s a present,” Spanky said and fed Kurt’s open mouth his cock.

Sucky and Slurpy poured fresh buttery nipples for everyone. They told Spanky to take his cock out of Kurt’s mouth and poured the yummy liqueur all over it. Kurt went bonkers licking it off.

Over and over again, we doused Spanky’s cock with the smooth, tasty cocktail and Kurt never got tired of licking the man clean.

“Waste not, want not!” he said as Spanky shoved his cock back into Kurt’s mouth. He came, Kurt distracted for a moment as Slinky shot hard and deep inside Kurt’s snug little ass.

          “More,” Kurt said. We had a serious, swingin’ orgy going on. Everybody fucked everybody, but Kurt got the most bang for his…er, butt. At one point, I saw Sexy and Spanky taking turns feeding their cocks to Kurt as Sucky and Sticky licked and sucked his nipples. Slurpy and Slinky took turns sucking Kurt’s cock as Blimey fucked the man again.

Kurt came so hard he let out an operatic yell that probably woke the dead. Well, they heard it all the way up in the North Pole because my old lady started texting me.

While you’re down there having fun, our workers are revolting!

I texted back: I wouldn’t say that. Some of them are kinda cute. That new one with the big ears is hot. Don’t you think?

My irate wife texted back: Don’t be an ass. They’ve gone on strike. They’re marching in solidarity with the Easter Bunny’s Workers’ Union! Can you believe that? All those idiots have to do is sit around and make crappy chocolate eggs and drop them in a few gardens. We make millions of toys and you have to squeeze down chimneys for God’s sake!

Huh. This wasn’t pleasant news. I have an image to maintain. Santa couldn’t show up without toys. Wikipedia would make mince meat of me! I sat in the corner in a chair, brooding when Kurt came over to me, naked, his cock half-hard.

“Santa. Everybody in the room fucked me, now what about you?”

“Sure,” I said. I wanted the distraction. No, I needed the distraction. With the elves on strike that left me to finish painting the Bratz doll faces. As Kurt knelt between my thighs and liberated my cock from my button-down fly I texted back the news to Chi Chi that I’d help out with the dolls.

She didn’t respond. Probably too busy road-testing the Tony Buff Realistic Dildo.

I watched Kurt sucking me, so eager…so fucking talented! I found myself smiling. I wasn’t thrilled about painting the Bratz doll faces but I’d get my revenge when my old lady wasn’t looking. I’d give them all crossed eyes! Yeah!

Kurt worked on my cock getting me all hot and juicy. He raised his head, his lips pouting and wet.

“Will you fuck me, Santa, pretty please?”

“Of course,” I said. He produced a rubber and put it on me, then spun around so he could sit on me facing away from me. They call that reverse cowboy in gay porn, Juniper. I, Santa, have mastered the art. I kept my gaze on that fabulous tattoo as Kurt rode me like a demented, cock-happy whore. I kept seeing the word More bouncing up and down on my lap.

More, more, more.

Oh, yes. And I was happy to give it to him, Juniper.

Over and over again.

Ho! Ho! Ho!

THE END

Copyright ©2010 A.J. Llewellyn

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