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  Peter nodded again, beginning to pull, to suck.

  “Yes. Yes. That’s good.” Rupert stroked his head over and over.

  The praise filled him, and his hips sawed, cock fucking the air as he sucked.

  “What if I told you that you weren’t allowed to come until I said so?” Rupert asked.

  That made Peter tighten, made him suck harder as excitement zipped down his spine.

  “Would you do that for me? Hold back until I gave you the command to come for me?”

  Christ, yes. He pulled harder, caught in the web Rupert was weaving.

  “And if you didn’t, if you couldn’t hold it until I ordered your orgasm, I would have to spank you. Turn that pretty little bottom of yours quite rosy.”

  Peter’s entire body went hard. Oh, God. Oh, God. No talking.

  “That’s what would happen if I was your Master. I’d make you suck me like you are now, and I’d grab your head like this.” Rupert grabbed his head in both hands. “And I’d fuck your mouth like this.” Hips moving, Rupert pushed the head of his cock a little deeper, then pulled it back, then in again.

  Peter cried out, bowing over Rupert’s cock, his desperate sounds muffled by the thick flesh spreading his lips.

  “And I’d order you not to come, and when you did -- without my permission -- I would punish you. Spank you.” Rupert’s cock sawed along Peter’s tongue as he spoke.

  The world stopped. Peter’s hands wrapped around the base of Rupert’s shaft, the flavor of the man on his tongue, and Peter came, shooting without a touch.

  ***

  Rupert groaned as the scent of Peter’s come rose up to his nose. He was so fucking turned on, it wasn’t funny. He kept moving his cock, careful not to push too hard, not to force his prick into Peter’s throat.

  “Gonna have to punish you for that,” he told Peter. How the fuck had he lucked into this beautiful, wide-eyed boy? This needy man? He held Peter’s gaze as he moved, hips jerking as he got close. “I’m going to come in your mouth, boy. Don’t lose a drop.”

  The needy, wanton expression in Peter’s eyes was what pushed him over, and he came hard, spunk pouring out of him.

  Peter swallowed over and over, trying so earnestly to take it all in, to do as he’d been bid.

  Rupert let his cock pull back slightly, so Peter didn’t feel like it was too much. And he stroked Peter’s head, enjoying the little zings that moved through him each time Peter swallowed or licked at his cock.

  Fuck, there was nothing like a first time.

  Smiling down at Peter, he let his hands fall, let Peter decide if he was done or if he wanted to keep licking and sucking. Rupert was good either way -- if Peter was ready to stop, there was that punishment to administer. Peter moaned around him, the sound vibrating, threatening to keep him hard.

  “You’ve a magical mouth, boy.” He loved how any praise made those lean cheeks pink. “I do believe I want to keep you, boy.”

  Peter moaned, lips popping off his prick.

  “Would you like that?” he asked.

  “I don’t know what it means.” Peter nodded though, hungry baby.

  “It means I want to be your Master. I want us to be together.” He couldn’t bear the thought of anyone else sharing all of Peter’s firsts.

  “Can we? Are there rules?”

  “We can. And we make our own rules.” He reached for Peter’s arm and drew him to the couch.

  Peter stared at him, eyes wide as saucers, cock hard again, spunk drying on his jeans. Smiling, he stroked Peter’s cheek. That was where this coming business had started. He had a feeling his sweet boy wasn’t finished yet, either.

  “Tell me all the things you’ve fantasized about.” Rupert wanted to know absolutely everything.

  “I...I don’t know. I spend a lot of time in chat rooms.”

  “Then you do know.” He knew it was hard to verbalize, especially for the first time.

  “I think... submission, the idea of it, it turns me on.”

  “So the fact that I’m a master turns you on as much as my touching you for the first time.”

  “It’s all wrapped up together, isn’t it?”

  Clever boy.

  Smiling, Rupert nodded. “Indeed. Now we need to discuss a few things before we go on. The first thing is a safe word. You should never, ever play with anyone if he hasn’t asked you for your safe word.” As much as he hated the idea of Peter playing with anyone else, he hated the idea of Peter not being safe more.

  Peter nodded, “I know about those. Cobalt. That’s the one I chose.”

  “Does it have a significance?” This lovely boy was absolutely intriguing, and Rupert wanted to know everything about him.

  “If you add it to glass, it’s the color of my eyes.”

  “They are beautiful eyes.” As was the rest of the boy.

  “Thank you. I like them.” Peter glanced up at him. “Is that vain?”

  “No, I don’t think so. You should know what your best features are.” He smiled into those blue eyes. “Now, what do you think a good punishment would be for coming when you were told not to?”

  “A good punishment? What makes it good?”

  Rupert appreciated the fact that while Peter might be a virgin and new to all of this, he was not in the least stupid.

  “Maybe appropriate would be a better word.”

  “Appropriate...” Peter’s head tilted. “Well, appropriate would be to have me not orgasm or something to do with orgasms, but you said spanking and it’s important to set rules and boundaries, although we haven’t formalized anything...” Someone lived in his own head a lot.

  “Boy.” He took Peter’s face between his hands. “Breathe. What do you want as your punishment?”

  “I... I want to. I want to know. I mean, I’ve spanked myself but...”

  “Spanking is an excellent punishment. I’ll give you ten swats for disobeying my order not to come.”

  “Yes, Sir. I mean, am I supposed to say sorry?”

  Rupert chuckled. “No, boy. I know you’re not sorry -- don’t ever lie to me.”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m curious.”

  “And you want to know how punishments feel, especially spanking. You will. We need to finish stripping you down first.” Rupert was going to enjoy every inch as it was revealed. He wasn’t the only one -- Peter’s eyes were on him, expression eager.

  He pulled Peter’s shirt up over his head, then ordered the boy to stand. Peter stood, trembling for him, eager and nervous.

  “Take your jeans off, boy. You let me see you.”

  “I hope I don’t disappoint.”

  “You won’t.” He was sure of it.

  Peter was well formed, lean and on the small side, but lovely. He had a beautiful cock, large for his size, long, and already curving eagerly toward his belly, so soon after coming. Twice.

  He could imagine that lean body with decorations, modifications. Tiny nipple rings, skin shaved bare.

  “You should know, boy, that I’m not in the least bit disappointed.”

  Peter beamed for him. “Oh. Oh, good. I’m glad.”

  “Me, too.” He stood and pressed up against Peter, letting his new boy feel his skin, the leather of his pants, his cock pressed against Peter’s belly.

  Peter’s eyes rolled, expression delicious.

  “You’re a hot little number.”

  “You’re like a wet dream come to life.”

  He liked that, liked that Peter thought so. “Your wet dream come to life,” he suggested.

  “Yes.”

  He stroked Peter’s ass, fingers just barely sensitizing the pale skin. “Ten swats, boy. I’m going to paint this sweet ass rosy.”

  “Ten swats.” That was much more excited than worried.

  It made him chuckle, and he no
dded, sitting. “You’ll lie over my lap, and I’ll put your cock between my legs, let you rub up against my leathers.”

  “Can...can I ask a question? Please?” So polite.

  “Absolutely. Never be afraid to ask questions. Unless you’ve been ordered to be silent.”

  “Will it... The leather... Will it mess up my cock? I mean, I know that, once, when I jacked off too long without lube, I made the skin mess up, pull too hard.” Fuck, that was cute as hell.

  “I imagine your pretty prick will be leaking enough to keep things lubricated, but if you’re experiencing pain, you can tell me ‘leather’ and we’ll do something about it.”

  Peter nodded, offered him a shaky smile.

  Sitting, Rupert patted his thighs. “Come on. I know you want it.”

  “I do.” Peter draped himself over Rupert’s legs, breath coming fast.

  He reached between his legs, made sure Peter’s cock was well-positioned. That pretty prick fit between his thighs, Peter’s amazing ass pale and round and firm. He rubbed it for a moment, getting his boy used to his touch. It didn’t take but a couple of touches before Peter began to rock, shifting into his thighs. Very good.

  “Okay, I’m going to start,” he told Peter. “I want you to count each one.”

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you?”

  “You’re welcome.” He let his hand drop onto Peter’s ass. The blow wasn’t harsh, just solid, firm, and Peter offered him a tiny moan. “Was that a number, boy?”

  “One. One, I’m sorry. One.”

  “That’s better. I won’t remind you again, so don’t forget.”

  “I won’t. I won’t. I swear.”

  “It’s okay, I’ll just keep spanking you until you’ve counted to ten.”

  Peter made a sound very much like a peep.

  Biting back his chuckle, Rupert laid down a second swat.

  “Two.” Peter grabbed his leg.

  “Better.” He hit Peter’s pert ass again.

  Peter counted to six, then his blows got harder. Rupert gave Peter a moment to say seven, then hit him again when it didn’t happen. Come on, boy. He silently willed Peter to say seven.

  “S...seven. Seven.”

  “Good boy. You are allowed to come if you need to.” He gave Peter another hard swat.

  “Eight!” Peter’s legs kicked out.

  His boy’s ass was turning a lovely shade of pink.

  “Two more, boy.”

  “Uh-huh.” Peter’s breath was hitching.

  Rupert rubbed and then swatted, the hardest one yet. Peter jerked forward, almost losing his purchase. He caught Peter up, made sure his boy wasn’t going to fall. Then he spanked number nine again, waiting on the word.

  “Nine! Nine! Please!”

  “One more, boy. For coming without my permission.” He liked reinforcing the “lesson”. He spanked Peter one more time and waited for the count.

  “Ten.” Tears were beginning to flow from Peter, Rupert could hear it in the catch in Peter’s breath, the waver of his voice.

  “So good, boy. I’m so proud of you.” He rubbed Peter’s ass, rubbing in the burn.

  “I...I did okay?”

  “You took the punishment beautifully.” He pulled Peter up and into his lap.

  The lean cheeks were streaked with tears, but Peter’s hips pushed back against his touch.

  He kissed Peter’s tears, tasting the salt on his tongue. “Tears, boy?”

  “Sorry. Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

  “Don’t apologize for how you feel, for your reactions. I don’t want you hiding things from me. I do want to know why, though.”

  “They just happened. It didn’t hurt too bad or anything, but they just popped out.”

  Oh, damn, he knew he shouldn’t laugh, but he had to bite his lip hard, that was so adorable. “They just popped out...”

  Peter nodded, looking so sincere. “Exactly. I didn’t mean to do it. I just did.”

  He kissed his boy. “And do you feel better for it?” Some men did, needing the release something like a spanking could give them.

  “I feel...” Peter closed his eyes, inhaled deeply. Shit, what if he hadn’t found Peter? Those men would have eaten him alive. “I feel less anxious.”

  “Good. I want our encounters to be good in your life.”

  “How do you feel?” Peter asked.

  “Me? I am excited. I’m very glad I was here tonight, Peter. And I hope you’ll come home with me, hope you’ll promise to explore being gay and being a bottom with me.” And only me.

  “I should tell someone where I’m going, just in case. I trust you, but...”

  Rupert beamed at his boy. “Yes, Peter. You should -- we only just met. But not the friend who sent you in here with the black hankie. I wouldn’t trust him to really have your back.”

  “No. No, he’s not really my friend, I don’t think. I’ll text my brother, Mark.”

  “No, he’s not your friend. Even though we only met because of him. Your brother sounds like a much better option.” He found Peter’s phone and put in all his details, then handed the phone to Peter.

  Peter typed in a quick message, sent it, and in a few seconds the phone dinged. Peter read the message, then chuckled and showed him the phone. All it said was, ‘Go you! yay!’.

  “So you weren’t entirely in the closet, then. I’m glad you have someone who can support you.”

  “Mark’s the least in the closet brother in the history of men.”

  “Oh, your brother is gay, too?” How interesting.

  “Yeah. He’s a drag queen. Miss Manners.”

  “No way! I’ve seen Miss Manners. Over at the Pink Cocktail, right?”

  “Yeah. Yeah, that’s him. Would you believe we’re identical twins?”

  “No, you look nothing like Miss Manners.” He winked, grinning when Peter laughed for him. “But I’m not surprised you’re both gay -- from what I understand, even if they aren’t brought up together, twins are very similar and go through many of their important life moments similarly. Something tells me your brother isn’t a virgin, though.”

  “No. No, we were raised by two different families. I only met him when I was in college.”

  “Oh, that’s fascinating.” Even more so than the fact that they were both gay. Rupert loved that they had more to talk about than just the lifestyle.

  “Yeah. It was actually neat. We grew up ten miles from each other and never met.”

  “Did you know about each other? Did you want to meet, or was it by accident?”

  “We were six months old when our parents died. Mark went with Dad’s family, I went with Mom’s.” Peter grinned. “I knew my parents were dead, but I didn’t know about Mark.”

  “I can’t believe your grandparents didn’t tell you and let you know each other.” That seemed so... dishonest, really.

  “Mark knew about me. I was with my aunt and uncle. They were...” Peter shrugged, face shuttered.

  Clearly these were not good memories. “I’m sorry. I guess that’s part of why you weren’t out until now.”

  “Yeah. Yeah. Churches can be... harsh.”

  Rupert hugged Peter tight.

  “Thanks. I’m... I’m just shy.”

  “That’s okay, I like the way you are.”

  “Thank you.” Peter gave him another quick, impulsive hug.

  He hugged back, fingers lingering on Peter’s soft skin.

  How lovely -- a new sub, a new relationship, new energy.

  It was a great day.

  ***

  This wasn’t happening. Peter had fallen and hit his head, and he was having the fantasy of his life. That had to be it.

  Rupert put a glass of milk and a plate of coffee cake in front of him, and he could smell the cinnamon. It sure smelled real,
but he was sitting here at a Master’s table. In Master Rupert’s house.

  “Thank you. Thank you, Sir.”

  Coffee cake. And milk.

  Rupert grinned and sat with a piece of his own. “Thanks. I like cooking, baking. You?”

  “I don’t do it much. We have a tiny kitchen and lots of roommates, but I do like to invent food when I can.”

  “Invent food -- I like that. My kitchen is at your disposal.” Rupert chowed down on his cake, washing it down with the milk.

  Peter ate slower, enjoying the bites. So yummy.

  Rupert watched him -- he could feel the dark eyes like they were eating him up.

  “Am I taking too long?” Peter asked.

  “Absolutely not. I’m appreciating the view. I think I’m going to be doing that a lot.”

  Peter’s cheeks were going to catch on fire.

  Reaching out, Rupert cupped the side of his face. “You’re a sweet boy.”

  “Thank you. I don’t know how to be anyone else.” He didn’t try to be sweet; he was simply who he was.

  “And that, my boy, is very sexy. There’s so many people out there trying to be someone they aren’t, and trying to be someone they think other people want.”

  “You say all the right things.” It was amazing. Like he really had invented Rupert from his fantasies.

  “I just speak from my heart -- I want to just be me, too. Be honest with you.”

  Peter nodded. Honesty was the whole thing, at least from his reading. Happy people -- couples? Partners? “What do you call people like us?”

  “Gay?” Rupert asked.

  “No. No, I mean, yes. I mean. Christ. I read, you know, a lot. About sex and stuff. And all the books say you have to be honest.” He wasn’t making any sense.

  “I think that holds true for all relationships, but doubly so for one where trust is such an important part of the partnership.”

  “Yeah, because if... if you use bindings and things, you have to believe in being safe.”

  Rupert nodded. “Exactly. You’ve read a lot about this.”

  “Tons. I read all the time about it.” Almost an embarrassing lot.

  “Well now you can spend that time experiencing it.”