Three More Wishes (16 page)

"You have me," he pointed out, moving so his cock pressed against Ben's ass.

Those lean hips tilted, begging for him.

"Needy, wanton boy." It was so sexy, the way Ben wanted him.

"God, the things you say."

"You like that, Ben? Like it when I call you boy? When I call you slave and tell you I'm going to fuck your tight little ass?" He pressed his cockhead in, only far enough to begin to stretch said tight little ass.

"I. I don't..." Ben nodded.

He chuckled and slowly pushed in farther.

"So big." Ben was good for his ego.

"I'll fit, though, boy. All the way in." He kept pushing, sliding deeper. Ben moaned for him, body welcoming his cock. "So tight, boy. So hot. I'm going to fuck you into next week."

"I won't have you next week. What will I do without you?"

"Shh." He bent to press their lips together, shutting Ben up.

He'd figure that out. Later. Right now he was having his boy, that tight heat wrapped so good around his cock. He pushed in until his hips hit Ben's hot ass, then he pulled out again.

"Yes." Ben's lips parted, eyes rolling back in his head.

He did it again, and again and again, slowly picking up a rhythm. Fuck, his boy felt so fucking good around him, so right. He broke the kiss to lick at one of Ben's nipples Jesus. Jesus, that felt amazing, Ben's ass like a fist around him.

He was panting like he'd just run a marathon and they'd only just started, really. He wasn't sure how long he was going to last, though. It was too damn good.

"Master. Yours. Master. Please."

Yes.

"Mine." He couldn't agree more. He thrust in harder and faster, barrelling toward pleasure like this moment was their only chance at it. Ben nodded, body slamming back onto him.

"Yes. Yes, Ben!" He thrust just as fiercely, urging them on and on.

His Ben nodded, body demanding his orgasm.

Tip found Ben's cock and wrapped his hand around it. "Come on now, boy."

"Again?"

He slammed into Ben's gland as his answer. Ben's body jerked, spunk slipping from his boy's cock.

"Yes!" The hot body squeezed tight around him, and he filled the condom in long spurts.

Ben slumped onto to bed, blinking up at the sunshine. He slipped out of Ben's heat and dealt with the condom before collapsing down next to Ben. His boy pressed close, kissed his collarbone.

He petted Ben's shoulder. "You're a good boy."

Ben's answer was a soft moan. He patted Ben's shoulder again and let his eyes close.

He thought they both deserved a nap.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow it was time to go.

How utterly fucked up.

Ben would have been pacing, if he hadn't been bound, tied to the bed in the cabin, ass up.

Master Tip came in, naked, hard; he looked amazing. "Ah, there's my boy." Like Tip hadn't been the one to put him here.

Ben licked his lips, moaned softly. "Did you lose me?"

"Shh. Don't ruin the illusion." One of Master Tip's hands came down hard on his ass.

His breath huffed out of him, and he wriggled, automatically trying to get away.

"There's nowhere to go, boy."

"I. Why did you hit me?"

"Because we both enjoy it, boy." Master Tip leaned down to whisper into his ear. "And because I can. You seem to forget that you're at my mercy, boy."

"No, Master. Never." It was hotter than he'd ever dreamed, now.

"Good boy." Master Tip rubbed his ass, fingers sliding over the abused flesh, making it burn.

Ben's eyes crossed, and he moaned. He couldn't help it.

"That's what I like to hear. I like to know that my every touch makes you crazy, makes you want even more because you're my slutty, needy boy."

God, the things Master said.

He pushed back into the touch, his toes curling. "Yours." He meant it.

"I know, Ben. Deep in my gut, I feel the truth of it."

Ben nodded, rocking slowly. "Tell me everything's not over tomorrow, then." In one of his books, it wouldn't be over.

"It doesn't have to be, boy. We can leave it all behind right here, or we can exchange numbers." Master Tip settled on the bed behind him, cock rubbing along his crack. "You could be my boy for real, Ben."

"I would be." It was ridiculous, foolish, fabulous. Totally him.

"I want it, Ben. I want you." Just like that, Master Tip's cock pushed into him.

"Yours. I swear." No condom. Nothing between them. Oh, God. Yes.

"All mine." The words were growled, Master Tip filling him so good, so perfectly.

"All..." He pushed back as much as he could.

"Love your eagerness, boy." Master Tip's hands wrapped around his hips and encouraged him back more.

Love. The word echoed inside him. Master Tip's cock pushed against his gland. "Love!" He couldn't hold it inside him.

"Mine! Mine!" With every thrust into him, Master Tip repeated the word.

Ben focused on feeling, on soaring with his master. Each thrust slapped their skin together, the noise just about perfect. His butt was stinging, his thighs screaming, and it felt so good.

"I've got you," growled Master Tip. "You're mine. All mine." Then a sharp bite hit his shoulder, digging in, deep. Marking him. Master was marking him.

"Gonna..." He was so close.

"Wait for permission, boy."

"Oh, fuck..." He was going to lose his mind.

"Yes. Fucking."

"I can't." The blow to his ass made him groan.

"You will, boy. Because I asked you to."

Oh, fuck yes. "Master."

"That's right. I'm your master, boy." Tip's thrusts into his body got stronger, rocked him on the bed.

The bonds tugged at him, pulled at his wrists, his knees.

Then one of Master Tip's hands wrapped around his cock, squeezed and stroked. "Okay, boy. Show me. Come."

His body went tight, and for one terrifying bit, he was afraid he couldn't do it, but Master Tip slammed in deep and spunk sprayed from him. He could feel the heat of his master's come filling him as his emptied out, and Master Tip's shout filled the room.

He slumped forward, the ropes holding him, holding both of them.

Soft kisses landed on his neck, Master Tip whispering against his skin. "Mine. My boy. My Ben. All mine."

"Yes." It sounded like a promise to him.

"I'm keeping you, boy."

"Okay. I'll let you."

"I'm serious, Ben."

He nodded. "I am, too. I know it's ridiculous. I know, but I'm yours."

"Then it isn't ridiculous, and we'll figure it out."

"Okay." Life was too short to not grab hold of what you needed.

Master Tip slid out of him and landed next to him, mouth on his in seconds. Those lovely eyes were open, staring into him, and he didn't look away.

"Mine," whispered his Master, as their lips parted.

"Yours."

With all he was.

***

Tip settled Ben at the table on the porch with their last supper -- which sounded more ominous somehow than it was. At least now that they'd decided he was keeping Ben. All that was left was the details.

He waited until they'd both dished up and had a few bites of the flaky fish. "How do you want to handle this?"

"Where is home for you?"

"I've got a tiny apartment in New York."

"I have a house in Colorado in the mountains. It's only a few years old. I had it built."

"Wow. Sounds like the kind of place you wouldn't want to leave." Sounded like Ben had money. Which, hey, of course he did if he could afford this fantasy. "It's not about the money."

"No, and if you like the city, I can try it there. I need room to write, though."

"I'm not really tied down, either. I work for the guys here a couple times a year -- that pretty much pays the rent. I do odd jobs now and then for anything else I need. I can probably do that anywhere."

Pretty, warm eyes met his. "I could use a personal assistant. I travel a lot. Work a lot."

He let one eyebrow go up. "It wouldn't be weird, having your master also be your personal assistant?"

Ben chuckled. "Like a personal assistant isn't the closest thing to a master a writer has -- it's someone who makes sure I get everything done I'm supposed to, protects me from the crazies, and clears my head and schedule so I can work."

"Huh. Well, when you put it like that, it does sound like a master."

"I'm yours, Tip. I'll be yours as long as you want me."

He leaned over the arms of their chairs and stroked Ben's cheek. "Then you'll always be mine. Frankly, the details are just that. I'll work for you if there's actual work needed. Or I'll find a job, or whatever. I just want to have you in my life."

Ben leaned into his touch, eyes crossing a bit. "Yes."

"As my boy." He wanted to be Ben's master, not just his lover.

Ben nodded, cheek rasping against his palm.

"Then it's settled. I'm coming home with you."

"Yes, Sir."

The words settled in his balls. Tip smiled and pressed their lips together. "Love you, boy." The words felt right, solid.

Ben nodded, then suddenly he had his world, his boy in his lap. That felt more right than anything. He held on -- he wasn't letting go.

Of course, he was the kidnapper, he didn't have to.

Leo knelt in the center of the room, hands behind his head. He had cleaned himself, inside and out, most thoroughly. He had shaved his pubes, because, as he always told his slaves, boys don't get to have fur down there. He had a collar on, a blindfold, but besides that, he was simply waiting for the Dom to come in.

The door opened, closed again. Leo didn't move. He knew he looked good -- strong and healthy, sure.

He heard footsteps, the sound slowly circling him.

Leo had considered this for two yeas before buying into the fantasy. He'd topped dozens of men, maybe more. Trained boys to be perfect companions, perfect subs.

When Aaron had been given to Matthias two years ago, the words from his slave had been, "You need to understand this better, Master. You don't understand us."

A foot touched the inside of his knee. "Wider."

He spread wider, his inner thighs protesting. He was not giving anyone reason to criticize him, though.

"Better." The man's voice was deep, husky.

He wasn't sure if he was expected to answer, so he went with silence.

"Shaved. Good. You're clean?

"Yes, Sir."

He'd given himself two enemas, just to assure that. He had been known to give an unprepared sub punishment cleanings, just like he'd shaved the heads of every sub who hadn't come to him for training bare.

"Excellent." One hand landed on his shoulder. The hand was huge, solid, firm, and it was all he could do not to jump, jerk. "What do you want?"

He'd prepared for that question, had meditated on it for days. "I'm here to learn submission, Sir."

"It's not something you learn, boy. It comes from here." The hand on his shoulder slid down, pressed over his heart.

In that case, he was fucked. He was not a natural sub. He'd told them that, though, informed them he was a Dominant.

The man chuckled, patted his chest. "It's in all of us, boy. You just need to find it and tap into it."

"Yes, Sir." He wasn't sure he was going to, but he'd give it everything he had. He wanted to give his trainees everything he could.

The hand disappeared and the footsteps sounded again, stopping in front of him this time. "You can start by licking my boots, boy."

Leo knew how this looked, how good it was to watch a new sub bend to you, tongue on your boots, so tentative, so unnerved. Not him. He was going to be confident, sure. Brave. He bent, his hands balancing himself on the floor.

"Uh-uh-uh. Hands behind your head or in the small of your back, boy."

His eyebrow arched. Someone was confident in the strength of his abs. He slid his hands behind his back, using his thighs to keep himself steady.

"Better." The single soft word was his only encouragement.

The leather of the boots was earthy, but clean, and he focused on doing a good job, being graceful.

"Make sure you don't miss a spot."

Like he could see to tell if he did. He tried to lick in a pattern, but his abs were beginning to scream.

A snort sounded. "I can see this is your first time, but at least you're trying."

The temptation to snarl 'thank you' was huge, but he didn't have much breath, and he knew this trick.

"Enough."

He nodded, sat up, tried to take a deep enough breath that his belly unlocked.

"Something wrong, boy?"

"No, Sir." The words were almost a whisper.

The man growled.

He sucked in one breath, another, and the muscle tension eased. Oh, better.

"If nothing's wrong, you won't mind getting back down there and licking my boots some more."

He bit back the growl that bubbled inside him. Relax, man. Breathe.

"My abs won't take much more." See him. See him try to do this right.

"Mmm. Very good, boy. I didn't think you would admit it."

Leo didn't know how to respond, what to think.

"You get a reward for that."

"Thank you, Sir." He had to force himself not to pull the blindfold off, look and see who they'd hired.

He heard the sound of the zipper, smelled the sudden heat and musk. Ah, the blow job as a reward thing. He'd always thought it was more of a reward for him, but it was sort of standard operating procedure. In the Dom manual, as it were, assuming there was an official manual.

"You like sucking cock, boy?"

"It's been a very long time."

"I'll just bet it has."

He wouldn't sigh. He wouldn't. This was important, to learn this, to be able to make his subs better.

A large hand wrapped around his head, tugged him forward. "Open up, boy."

He took a deep breath, made himself relax, and opened. Relax. Relax. It felt like forever before anything happened, and then he was tugged a bit more forward, a hot mouth covering his.

The kiss shocked him, surprised him. His Dom's tongue swept through his mouth, slid along his tongue. And then the kiss was over. He blinked behind the blindfold, trying his best not to sway.

His Dom patted his cheek. "Keep doing well and you'll get another."

He hated not knowing what was next, what the plan was.

"Now you can show me what you've learned about cock-sucking." Something hot and hard hit his lips.

He hadn't sucked for a long time, and he took a deep breath, tried not to pull back. The thick cock pushed between his lips, spreading them. He clamped down, sucking the tip so that it didn't hit the back of his throat. His hair was grabbed, his head tugged back a little as the hard cock pushed in a little deeper. He did growl, that time, pulling harder on the fat flesh in his lips.

"Better. You know what
you
like, boy."

He did. He liked obedience, willingness, yielding need.

"Use that to make it good for me."

The temptation to lean back and tell his man that this blowjob was about establishing position, not about orgasm, not about pleasure, and he well knew it, was huge. Huge. Still, Leo resisted, focusing on the job at hand. At hand. Oh, that was funny.

"If I don't come, you get punished, boy. This isn't a joke." The words "I'm not a joke" sat there in the Dom's tone.

Leo slowed his touch, aggravated now. Like he couldn't make a man come. Shit. He had boys twisting and sobbing for it. He took the challenge, exploiting every single sensitive spot his lips found.

"Better, boy. Remember, your focus is supposed to be on me. On my pleasure, my needs."

Was he this distracting when he was topping?

The hand in his hair tightened, the Dom beginning to move his hips. Leo forced himself to relax, to work the tip, slap the heavy shaft with his tongue. He received a moan for his troubles, the fingers in his hair opening and closing once. There they were. A rush of satisfaction hit him. He wasn't awful at this, damn it. The thick cock slid on his tongue, pushing and pulling.

They found a rhythm together, a hot and fierce kind of peace. It took longer than he wanted, but finally the cock in his mouth got just a little bit harder and spunk poured down his throat. He swallowed, trying to ignore his aching jaw. When the pulses of come stopped, the cock in his mouth slowly pulled away.

His head fell forward, and he rolled his head, loosening the muscles in his neck. Man, he needed a massage already.

"Very good. You get another reward."

The words were barely out when that mouth covered his again, tongue pushing in. The man kissed him like he was something desirable, like the man wanted him. It was unnerving and hot as hell.

As the kiss ended, his Dom hummed. "You taste like me. And under that is you."

He nodded, tongue flicking out to lick his lips. His Dom's tongue chased his, the touch playful, light. His tense jaw relaxed, his body beginning to respond to the play. Their noses bumped and then rubbed together, and his Dom caught his tongue, sucking on it lightly.

His arms windmilled a bit, keeping him upright. One big hand landed on his shoulder, supporting him. Better. This guy was good. Sure. Practiced.

"You're doing well, but this is just the basics."

He knew that. He'd give his best effort, though. Tried his best.

"And we're on an accelerated path."

They only had five days, he knew that, too.

"Yes, Sir." He wouldn't call another man Master.

"How are your knees?"

"Sore, Sir." There would be bruises in the morning.

"Good job. Up you get." Two hands slid beneath his arms, helping him get upright.

It was strange, unnerving to be blindfolded and moving. He didn't like it.

"We're going to the bed so we can continue this lying down."

"Yes, Sir." He took careful, unsure steps.

One of the Dom's arms slid around is waist, the support steady and solid. The man smelled good -- male and strong, heady. Leather and soap.

They stopped moving, and he was shifted, the bed pressing up against the back of his legs. "Lie down. Spread out on the bed."

His hand slid back, feeling the sheets, searching out how big the bed was as he eased himself back.

"I'm not here to trick you; the bed is big enough for you to lie on spread eagle."

"Okay. Thank you." He spread, stretched out, back creaking.

"Look at you."

"I have a blindfold on." He wasn't sure if teasing was appropriate, but a man needed a sense of humor."

"I know. I can see." He could hear the amusement in his Dom's voice.

Leo grinned, at least with one side of his mouth.

"You really are stunning, though, boy." A hand landed on his right foot.

His toes curled. "Thank you, Sir." He worked hard on his body.

Knuckles rubbed along his sole, hard enough not to tickle. "Lie still, boy."

Leo made his toes relax, made himself breathe. The warm hand moved to cup his ankle and then slid slowly up along to his calf. He focused on the touch, on the way the hairs on his legs tugged the slightest bit. The touches continued, sliding up along his leg. His quads tightened, the muscles squeezed. A low rumble came from the Top, the sound pleased. Then the touch moved to his other leg, starting again at his foot.

He focused on his breath, in and out, nice and slow.

"You've got good control. But that's to be expected."

He would hope so. He was a Top.

"I bet you'll look amazing when you lose control." The touch on his left thigh turned into a hold, fingers beginning to dig in.

Leo wouldn't know. His tight muscles protested the touch. His Dom let go and then cupped his balls. He didn't close his legs, didn't reach down and grab the man's arms, but it was a close thing.

The hand on him squeezed a little and then let go, moved to wrap around his cock. "Being on your knees servicing me turned you on."

Bullshit.

He just... Natural response.

The Dom pumped him, bringing him back to full life. He licked his lips, breathed in through his nose.

"I'm not going to let you come yet, though." That hand kept pumping.

Leo could control himself. He could.

"If you come without permission, you'll be punished."

"I won't."

The jacking got just a little bit faster. "You need a ring?"

"No. I can control myself."

His Dom's thumb pressed against his slit. "You're sure?"

He set his jaw. "Yes, Sir."

"If that's the way you want it, boy." That press against his slit came again.

His teeth sank into his bottom lip, and he breathed, in and out, slowly. His cock was abandoned, both of his Dom's hands landing on his belly, rubbing. That touch was oddly more intimate than the touch to his cock, more personal. The big hands spread, the reach of that touch enormous. His eyes went wide behind the blindfold, his lips parting instinctively.

His Dom's hands slid up along his belly, over his ribs. That touch, again, was easier to take. His Dom's fingers danced over his nipples, stroking them. It was almost a tease. He was lucky in that he didn't have viciously tender nipples, so the tease warmed him, bone deep. One nail flicked across his right nipple, but there was no matching sting on his left side. Now that was surprisingly irritating. The right nipple received another flick, and then those big hands kept moving upward.

He tensed his muscles, then forced them to relax. There was a soft chuckle, his Dom's fingers digging into his collarbones. That sent a shock down his belly, and his hands moved.

"I said no moving."

"Sorry. Involuntary jerk."

Strong thumbs slid up and down along the side of his neck. That was uncomfortable, intimate, and he had to force himself to be still. The touch slid up his jaw and across his lips. He kept his lips closed, teeth tight.

"Someone's tense. You have to trust me, boy."