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Aled laughed anyhow. “Kit assured me you were obedient and that you knew your place, but you sure are working to earn your punishment tonight, aren’t you, boy?”
“Yes, Sir,” Jamie answered with far too much humor in his voice.
It was surreal and fun. Jamie clearly wanted everything that Aled was threatening to give him, which made giving it ten times more enjoyable.
Aled set the lube and strip of condoms on a side table, then stepped up behind Jamie. He didn’t wait for Jamie to be ready before swiping the falls of his flail hard across Jamie’s back.
Jamie cried out, more from surprise, by the sound of it, than any pain. His muscles rippled with the sensation as a faint red mark appeared across his back, and the rest of his body sank into the St. Andrew’s Cross like he was about to find his bliss.
“That’s for being cheeky,” Aled said, more than ready for them both to get into the zone. He brought the flails down hard across Jamie’s back in the other direction. “And that’s for being a peeping Tom while I was showering.”
He hit Jamie again, not bothering to explain what the next few blows were for. They weren’t for anything, really. They were for the fact that Jamie clearly got off on the sensations Aled created for him, and Aled got hard watching the abstract pattern of red marks form across the expanse of Jamie’s back, like a negative developing into a gorgeous picture.
Aled caught himself wondering what Jamie’s back would look like if he used the studded flail that Jamie had brough with him. The fact that the man even owned a flail as wicked as that told Aled he was way more of a masochist than the treatment he’d given him so far. But that just meant that Aled didn’t have to hold back as he tested his own limits and learned what he was willing to give someone who wanted it.
Of course, what he wanted right then was to sink his dick deep into Jamie’s hole. The sounds Jamie was making and the sweat that dripped down his back across the angry red marks combined with the surge of power and lust that Aled felt as he made all that happen had his whole body pulsing on the edge of orgasm. He stepped to the side and set the flail down before grabbing the condoms and opening one without even separating it from the rest of the strip.
“You need to be fucked into your place,” Aled panted, no longer feeling like the words were silly or stupid. He rolled the condom on, then popped open the bottle of lube before walking back to a sweating, panting, sagging Jamie. “You need to be shown who your master is.”
“Yes, Sir,” Jamie gasped, lifting his head.
Aled didn’t know if it was a subtle cue to tell him what he wanted or if Jamie had just lifted his head to take a breath, but as soon as he squeezed a large dollop of lube out over the slightly parted cleft of Jamie’s arse and set the bottle aside, Aled grabbed a fistful of Jamie’s hair.
He spread the lube over Jamie’s hole and pushed one, then two fingers inside to get him prepared as he leaned closer to his ear. “Who’s your master, boy?” he asked, tugging on Jamie’s hair, then positioning the head of his cock at Jamie’s hole.
“You are, Sir, you are,” Jamie groaned with feeling.
Aled rewarded him by thrusting in hard. He met only a momentary resistance as Jamie cried out with pain and pleasure. A year or so ago, when Aled had first started training as a dom, he would have completely lost his nerve at the appearance that he was hurting Jamie. He knew so much better now, and instead of easing up, he went even harder, pumping hard and fast in an effort to overwhelm Jamie to the point where he let go completely.
It was like magic when things came together, and he let go of Jamie’s hair to grab hold of his forearms as he thrust hard and deep. Jamie cried out with every punch, but the way his body accepted Aled’s invasion and the complete lack of strain or resistance as Aled fucked him was everything Aled needed to know he was giving Jamie what he needed.
Aled took himself right up to the point where he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from coming, then held himself deep inside Jamie’s body. He then reached around to grasp Jamie’s iron-hard cock and fisted it until Jamie was practically roaring with need.
“Not yet,” he panted against Jamie’s ear, feeling the pull and strain of Jamie’s desperation to come. “Not yet. Not yet.”
Jamie’s body jerked and his breath came out in painful, desperate wails as Aled tested his endurance. And fuck, the man had control. It was almost supernatural how well he could keep it together.
“Come for me, boy,” he gasped when he knew that neither of them were going to hold out much longer.
Jamie let out the most amazing sound of relief and climax and thrust into Aled’s hand as his orgasm started. The squeeze encompassing Aled’s cock tipped him over the edge as well, and he couldn’t help but thrust again to empty himself inside Jamie. Never in his life had he managed a simultaneous orgasm with his partner, but the two of them were just so perfectly matched that it felt like a given.
The simultaneous climax meant they both ran out of energy and sagged against the St. Andrew’s Cross at the same time, too. Aled wasn’t sure he would ever catch his breath again as the aftershock of the incredible orgasm buzzed around his body. If he had his way, he would stay locked with this amazing, sexy as hell man for a whole lot longer.
“I kind of wish we didn’t have a party to go to,” he panted as he reluctantly withdrew.
The switch between sated exhaustion to tension as Aled pulled out, then back to looseness in Jamie’s body made Aled want to just watch him forever. He was deeply disappointed to be wearing a condom instead of watching his cum leak out of Jamie’s hole as he sagged there. That would have been a sight he’d never forget, one he told himself he would enjoy someday.
But would he? This was just a weekend, and the rules were clear. Condoms were strongly encouraged at all times.
Unless they agreed otherwise. Unless this was more than just a weekend.
Thinking about keeping Jamie in his life so soon was enough of a reality check to snap Aled back to his senses. He wanted it, wanted Jamie, but he couldn’t trust that feeling to be more than physical attraction and momentary infatuation. At the end of the day, he wasn’t really a confident, domineering man in control of things. He was just some young guy who was only beginning to get his life on track. Even if every instinct within him insisted he could be more. Away from kink agreements, leather harnesses, and St. Andrew’s Crosses, Jamie might not want anything to do with him. They might not even like each other in real life, although based on the conversation in the garden, that was unlikely.
The only choice he had in that moment was to be reasonable and wait to see how things developed.
“Come on,” he said, sliding his fingers over Jamie’s stretched, pink hole a little and causing him to jolt before squatting so he could undo his ankle restraints. Fake it ’til you make it, right? “Let’s get cleaned up for this party. And then maybe we’ll come back here for a repeat performance.”
“Yes, Sir,” Jamie said.
