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  "I...I'll do what you want." Finn hid his face in his arms.

  He bit at Finn's earlobe. "Thank you for the trust, boy. Just don't forget you always have twinkie."

  He was going to push Finn hard, but only if he knew the man would safeword if he pushed too hard. Finn didn't answer, just stayed put and still, stiff.

  "Relax, baby. You want this."

  Finn needed it.

  He took the paddle and tapped gently, warming the skin this time. He rubbed over the welts with the metal divots, knowing it would make them ache. He saw Finn's fists clench, heard the quick inhalation of breath.

  "Sink into it, baby. Float above the pain."

  He paddled Finn's ass again, then again, pushing the man to his subspace. Finn curled into himself, obviously trying to comfort.

  "Just let go, Finn. Come on. You can do this. I know you can."

  He let his hand take the place of the paddle for a bit, touching and swatting, letting Finn breathe and, so slowly, the tension began to ease. He rubbed over the welts, letting his fingers make them burn. A soft moan sounded, gentle and painfully needy.

  "That's it, baby. I've got you." He so did.

  He started the spankings again, using his hand, letting Finn stay in his head space. He talked softly, telling Finn how sexy he was, how strong he was. He picked up the paddle, dragged the studs down Finn's bruised, burning ass.

  "Poor needy baby and no one to help you until now."

  Finn nodded, giving him that.

  He started laying light swats down on Finn's ass, letting the studs dig in a bit. The soft sounds grew a little frantic, a little scared. He put the paddle down and wrapped around Finn, letting his cock and pubic hair rub that red ass. Finn's blistered ass was on fire against him, hips jerking furiously.

  "I love how much you need."

  "Burns."

  He imagined so. "Yeah." He rubbed himself against Finn's ass.

  Finn pushed back, moaning constantly, shaking in his hands.

  "Just ride it, Finn. No thinking, just feeling, floating." He kept touching, pinching the clamps and making them swing, stroking one of Finn's hips.

  He reached for a condom with his free hand, working it on so he could push into Finn's ass. He slicked himself up, then removed one of the clamps as he pushed in, burying himself to the root. So fucking tight, Finn was pure heaven.

  He stayed buried, fingers teasing the clamp on that one tortured nipple. He could feel it all around his cock as he played with the clamp. He tugged and Finn squeezed, twisted and Finn jerked.

  "Oh, fuck, you're something else, boy."

  Finn said something, but he wasn't sure what it was.

  He thrust, pushing in again and again. Finn started slamming back, meeting each thrust.

  "That's it, baby." So fucking hot, that ass pushing against him. "Gonna make me come."

  "Uh-huh. Want to."

  "But not you." Finn had the ring on and Tone was going to make him wait. Finn's response was a soft groan. "You don't get to come until I say so."

  "Mean to me." The soft words made him chuckle.

  "If I were any meaner you'd die of pleasure."

  "See? Threatening murder!" Little shit.

  "Don't make me spank you again."

  "Beatings and murder." Still Finn moved, pushing back against him, slow and easy.

  "Uh-huh." He thrust in harder, working to find his own pleasure.

  "Missed feeling you inside me."

  He grunted his agreement, speeding his movements. He wanted to come, wanted to ease his tension, shoot so he could focus on Finn. Groaning, he let the pleasure push him over and with another thrust, he came, filling the condom up. Finn's muscles fluttered around him, like a million butterflies.

  "Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good."

  "Uh-huh. So good." Finn's voice was raw, rough, proving his need.

  "Coming out now, baby."

  Finn groaned, body pushing back toward him.

  "It's okay, there's a plug in my box of goodies. You won't be empty for long."

  "Mas...Tony. Tony." Those hips kept humping the air.

  "You can say it, baby."

  Finn moaned, a soft sob sounding. Tone kissed a line along Finn's spine.

  "Ache for you."

  "I know." He pulled slowly out, admiring the welts all over Finn's ass.

  It was a heady feeling, having Finn here, needing him. Wanting him. He gave the abused ass a soft slap.

  "Master!"

  Oh. Oh, there. His prick tried to make a comeback at the word. "Right here, baby."

  He pulled Finn into his arms, held him, emotion too big to bear for a moment. Then he took a kiss, his lips melding to Finn's. Finn's pushed into his arms, a soft cry on the air, hips rubbing against him.

  "Needy baby. You're not allowed to come yet, though." He cupped Finn's balls, the ring around them making them bulge.

  Finn cried out for him, the sound animalistic.

  "Need to come, baby? Need me to let you shoot?"

  "Fuck! Yes! Yes, please!"

  He couldn't help teasing. "I'll think about it."

  Finn sobbed softly, shaking in his arms, and he held on, cradling his boy close, rocking him.

  "I've got you, baby. I'll always have you." He stroked and petted, loving on Finn, easing him down. "Trust me, baby, when I finally let you come, it's going to be amazing." He kept touching, loving on his baby boy.

  Tone kissed the side of Finn's neck, tongue sliding over the smooth skin. Finn moaned softly, throat working under his tongue. Dropping his left hand, he traced Finn's bound prick. Hot and angry, the heavy flesh begged for attention. He rubbed the liquid dripping from the tip around, making everything slick. Finn's legs tensed and his boy convulsed.

  "I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna let you come." He undid the ring, letting the breadth of Finn's prick push it off. "Okay, baby. Come."

  He only had to touch the very tip and spunk poured out, spreading over the flat belly.

  "Beautiful, baby."

  Finn whimpered for him, but that was all he got. He lowered them both back to the bed, rubbing Finn's spunk into his skin.

  "Stay with me?" The vulnerability in the soft words tore at him.

  "I'm not going anywhere, Finn." Never mind that they were at his place.

  "Master." Finn pushed close, lips on his skin.

  Warmth started in his belly at the word. "You got that right."

  He felt his boy melt, just collapse into him, against him. "Oh, thank God."

  "And whoever else is listening."

  * * * *

  There wasn't a single muscle in his entire body that didn't ache. Not one.

  Finn finished his orders, checked the walk-in, then sat at his desk. He missed Tony. He needed a touch. The weekend had been amazing, blown his mind, but now that it was over, he felt lost, empty. Lonely.

  Finn grabbed his phone and, sucking it up, called Tony.

  Tony picked it up on the first ring. "Hey, baby."

  "I miss you." It wasn't exactly how he'd meant to start out, but it was true.

  Tony chuckled, but the sound was fond. "Me too. I keep telling myself I was with you just yesterday, but I'm not buying it."

  "Everything aches and I need you. Can I come over? Or you come here or something?"

  "You're offering to leave the restaurant? It must be love."

  "Must be. Please, Tony?" He swallowed hard. "Master?"

  "I can be at my place in fifteen minutes. Meet me there, boy."

  "I'll be there."

  He hung up the phone and ran, only making sure the restaurant was secure and locked before speeding over.

  His cock was hard, his hole ached, his nipples were swollen and sensitive. Tony had done a real number on him and he'd loved every second of it.

  He parked his little car and headed in, burning, needing attention, care. Sex and love and Tony.

  The door was slightly ajar, inviting him in.

  "I'm here." He kicked off hi
s shoes, left his briefcase on the side table and locked the door.

  "Bedroom, boy."

  Finn headed upstairs and toward the light, his hard prick pointing the way.

  "Be naked when you come through the door."

  "Where do you want me to leave my clothes? Anywhere in particular?" He yanked his shirt off, his poor nipples rejoicing.

  "Just get naked, Finn." There was a hint of a growl in Tony's voice.

  "I'm almost there." He dumped them in a pile by the door. Tony could punish him for being messy later.

  "You know what to do when you get here."

  Jump on Tony and ride him into the ground? Jack off wildly? He stepped in and knelt, thighs spread wide, hands behind his head.

  He could hear Tony practically purring. "Good boy."

  One hand reached down, pinched his swollen nip and he cried out, the pain better than the ache.

  "Needy bastard." The words were a compliment in Tony's voice.

  He nodded. "The shirt rasped them, all day."

  "You need those fucking pretty little nips pierced."

  Tony had said they'd go, but they'd been busy fucking their brains out for two days straight.

  "Later." When they weren't so tender.

  "No. When I say."

  "When you say." Whatever. He was naked.

  "When you say, what?"

  "When you say, Master. Please, it's been such a hard day and I'm so..." He searched for the word. "Grr and sore and needing."

  "Come up here." Tony grabbed his arms and tugged him up, bringing their mouths together.

  He cried out, opening up. His body rubbed against Tony's, everything burning. Tony's hand wandered back to pinch his nipples as the kiss went on. Oh, God. Oh, God. He whimpered, arching so that their bodies slammed together.

  Tony reached around with his free hand, grabbing his ass and squeezing hard, making the burn sharp. That was delicious, perfect, and so much easier to deal with than his poor tits.

  "Wanna string you up and make you scream again."

  "Need you. It's like my skin doesn't fit."

  "I'll help you get it right again, baby."

  He nodded, lips parting. "Please."

  Tony grabbed his hand and led him to the bed. There were leather cuffs already set into the headboard. His heart started pounding, slamming. Oh, sweet fuck. Yes. This was what he needed.

  Biting at his lower lip, Tony drew him down onto the bed. "I've got this pretty little baby flogger. Gonna make your nips sing."

  Oh, God. Oh, God. They were already singing Carmen.

  "Reach for the cuffs, baby."

  "Master." He nodded, reached up, fingers brushing the cuffs.

  Tony nodded. "That's right. You make me need when you say that."

  He was fastened in, Tony smiling at him. "You did so good, boy, calling me this evening." Tony tapped his nipples. "And I'm going to take care of you."

  He bucked, head tossing, so sore.

  "Beg me to bite them, boy. I think I haven't chewed on your pretty tits enough."

  Finn moaned, arms clenching.

  Tony blew on his nipples. "Beg me."

  "Master..." Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

  "I'm not touching them until I hear some begging."

  "I need you. I need help. I called you!"

  "Such a good boy." Tony bent down and kissed him. "Now beg me to bite your nips."

  "They're sore... So sore."

  Tony straddled his waist, hands drumming along Finn's abs. "Still not begging."

  His breath came faster, and he stared into Tony's eyes. His Master smiled, the look gentle. "Take this step for me, boy. I swear it will be worth it."

  "Please. Please, b...bite my nips." Oh, God.

  "That's it, baby."

  Bending in, Tony breathed on his right nipple, then took it between sharp teeth and bit down. Finn screamed, thrashing furiously. Still biting down, Tony flicked the tip of his nipple with his tongue.

  "Please! Please, love!"

  The suction started next. Finn rolled side to side, trying to get away, trying to escape. Tony raised his head, nipple still between his lips, stretching away from Finn's chest.

  "NO!" Oh, fuck. So fucking good.

  Tony bit harder. Finn tried to hide his nipples, protect them.

  His hands tugged ineffectually at the bonds, and Tony pulled back, laughing. "You're at my mercy, baby."

  "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He was out of his fucking mind.

  Bending again, Tony took his other nipple in. He sobbed, totally lost, begging for his Master, for release.

  Spreading his legs, Tony pushed two fingers into his hole. He slammed down, body afire, eyes rolling back in his head.

  "Fucking gorgeous, Finn." Tony kept pushing his fingers in, over and over, driving Finn higher.

  Everything tightened to his needy cock, his hole. Tony. Between the action at his hole and his left nipple, he knew it wasn't going to take long before he blew.

  "Please. Please, help me."

  Tony let go of his nipple and gazed down at him, pushing a third slick finger into his body.

  "Love." He forced the word out.

  Tony smiled, eyes fucking burning into his. "I love you, Finn. Always fucking have."

  The fingers inside him hit his gland hard. His legs drew up, hips rolling up, slamming toward the touch.

  "You wait for me." Tony drew his fingers out, leaving Finn empty. Finn's fingers curled into fists, his arms shaking.

  It felt like forever before Tony had himself gloved and slick, then finally that fat prick pushed against Finn's hole. He slammed down, taking Tony in to the root.

  "Fuck!" Tony grunted and began to thrust, pulling out before pushing in again. Fucking him.

  Yes. Yes. Finn rode hard, eyes crossing. Tony didn't give him any quarter, and he didn't want any. He wanted this. His body was on fucking fire, burning.

  Groaning, Tony pinched his right nipple, twisting it hard.

  "Evil bastard!" God, Finn loved him.

  His words just made Tony twist more vigorously.

  "I'll wear your ring!" He fucking wanted to.

  "Two of them."

  Finn nodded, nearing his breaking point, his safeword.

  "Good boy. Better come for me."

  "Please." He sobbed, totally hysterical.

  Tony punched in again, then again. "Now."

  His balls throbbed and he screamed as he shot, pouring himself out.

  "Yes!" Tony called out for him, pushing in hard.

  Everything went away, disappeared from his notice as he lost himself.

  Tony's soft kisses brought him back to consciousness, his ass filled, his whole body aching, but in a good way now, tolerable.

  "H...hey. Hey, love."

  "Mmm. Hey, baby. Good one, huh?"

  "Mmmhmm." He blinked, shivering a bit as he came down.

  "You feeling better, Finn?"

  "Yeah. Thanks. I just... Ache, huh?"

  "Good. I want you to feel me even when I'm not with you." Tony stroked gently across his nipples.

  His body jerked like a puppet on a string.

  "We're getting these pierced, baby. Putting my rings back in, and if you ever take them out without my permission again, I'll have to punish you."

  "Let's agree that we'll never break up so that I don't have to, okay?"

  "I'm all for agreeing to never break up."

  "Then that's fair. Can I have a glass of water?" Possibly a sandwich, he was starving.

  "Yeah. Then you can cook me something scrumptious."

  "Nope. I've cooked for ten hours. I'll pour a bowl of cereal."

  "Bastard."

  "You could offer to cook for me, you know."

  Tony gave him an utterly shocked look. "I'm not a chef, let alone near your caliber."

  "We could cook together." He used to do all the cooking, run Tony out of the kitchen, but they were talking about long-term, about together.

  "You're serious, aren't you? You'd let me
in your kitchen, let me make food with you." There was a note of wonder in Tony's voice.

  "I would love that."

  "And I love you."

  Finn looked at his lover, his Master, his Tony. "For sure?"

  "For fucking sure, baby. You know I don't say things I don't mean."

  "I know." He held Tony's gaze. "I love you. Let's go make something to eat."

  "And then we can go pierce those pretty little nips."

  "Stubborn old man." He nodded, though, wiggling in the sheets.

  Tony snorted and bit at Finn's bottom lip. "Comes with the territory."

  "It does. Feed me, Master, so I can wear your jewels again."

  "Fucking love that word on your lips." Tony kissed him again and that smile was almost enough to feed him for days.

  His heart was full, well fed.

  And not even the country's best chef could ask for more than that.

  Sean Michael

  Often referred to as "Space Cowboy" and "Gangsta of Love" while still striving for the moniker of "Maurice," Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the Kama Sutra by channeling the long-lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to Chicago.

  A long-time writer of complicated haiku, Sean is currently attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate-spinning and soap-carving sex toys.

  Barring any of that? He'll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.

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