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  “That’s right. And that’s what I’m going to do to you. Anything. Everything.”

  That pretty erection jerked, started leaking, threatening to blow.

  “No, no, no. You already got to come.” He reached into the toy drawer and pulled out a little leather cock ring.

  “Yes. Yes, Sir.” His boy was moaning steadily now, chewing on his bottom lip.

  He bound the pretty cock, then took the ring back from Benji, sterilized it. Benji’s fingers slipped down the hard, flat belly.

  “Hold onto the chair, boy.” He met Benji’s eyes again. “I’m going to need you to be absolutely still.”

  The wide-eyed look burned him to the gut, but Benji did it, held on.

  “Good boy.” Very good boy. Benji was such a natural, and Thor knew how lucky he was that no one had snatched the man right up already.

  “I’m scared. I’m scared, Sir.”

  “It’s going to hurt, I won’t lie. But it’ll be worth it, and the pain won’t last that long.”

  He slowly set out the things he needed. Forceps, needle, pliers. Antiseptic. He looked up, but Benji’s eyes were closed tight, the lean body flushed, sweating.

  “I want you to watch, boy.” It was a lot to ask, he knew, but he also knew that Benji would try very hard to do it.

  “Oh God. Oh God. Please.”

  “Yes, please. Open your eyes and watch. For me.”

  One tear slipped down Benji’s cheek, but his eyes opened, mouth forming the words, “For you.”

  “That’s right. For me.”

  He picked up the antiseptic and sprayed it over Benji’s cock. The chair arms creaked as Benji’s hands clamped down.

  “Good boy.” He got himself ready, stopping just before doing it. “Deep breath, boy. You’ll release it as the needle goes through.”

  He took hold of Benji’s cock with the clamp, focusing on nothing but the task at hand, on marking his own boy. He didn’t even glance back up at Benji, trusting his boy was watching as he’d asked.

  The needle went in easily, the low cry echoing and wild. He had to take a breath himself before his hands were steady enough to push the ring in behind the needle.

  “I. Oh, God. I’m going to scream. Please. Stop.”

  “Almost there, boy. One more breath.”

  Benji was doing so well. Benji sucked in one, shuddering breath, chest hitching. Thor slipped the ring in, pulled the needle out, and just like that, they were done. He sprayed it again with the antiseptic. Benji cried out, tried to shift off the chair.

  “No! Don’t move. Let it just rest there for a moment.” He put his hand on Benji’s hip and pressed it against the chair. He could feel the lean muscles jerking and jumping under his touch, fluttering against his hand. “You’re doing so well, boy.” No screaming, no running.

  “I want to make you proud.”

  “You do. I am.” He looked up finally, meeting Benji’s eyes again for the first time since putting in the PA. “You’re amazing.”

  “It hurts.” The hysteria was there at the surface.

  “I’ve got something that’ll numb it a little.” He found the numbing spray and used it. He didn’t want the pain to be entirely gone—it was a part of the experience—but Benji having a fit was not how he wanted the experience remembered.

  “There. You’re doing great.” He leaned in to softly kiss his boy.

  Benji moaned, hands sliding up Thor’s arms to hold onto him. “Sir.”

  “That’s right, boy. And now you’ll never forget it.” He looked down at his boy, at the rings in the little nipple and the ring in the sweet cock. Just the first of many.

  Just like today was the first of many.

  “Forever, I promise. I’ll never forget.”

  “Neither will I. This moment is ours. The first of a couple zillion billion.” Smiling, he took another kiss, feeling it build between them.

  His boy’s laughter tickled his lips and he gathered Benji closer.

  There was a peace inside him that he hadn’t been expecting, that was the antithesis of the way he’d started feeling as he’d come closer and closer to their time here being done. Now it didn’t matter, because now he had his boy.

  He’d come here intending to give a man a fantasy, and he had ended up with one fulfilled.

  “Love you,” he said softly, meeting Benji’s eyes, giving his boy everything.

  “Love.” Benji smiled, lips brushing his. “Yes. Love.”

  “Good.” It was nice to hear it returned, to know his devotion was shared.

  His boy nodded, once. “Sir.”

  “That’s right, boy.”

  He pressed another kiss on those sweet lips then went back to admiring his handiwork on the Prince Albert. “I’m going to give you a couple of guiches, attach them to the PA with a chain.”

  That poor cock leaped, tried to hide from him.

  “You’ll learn to love it, boy.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He thought his boy was the bravest man he’d ever met. He didn’t touch the PA—it would be tender for a while. He did, however, cup Benji’s balls, roll them. The lean body stayed still, quiet, Benji’s eyes huge and watching him.

  “You are the prettiest man who ever sat in my chair.”

  “None of the others will need you like I do, either.”

  “No one ever has.” He smiled, fingers sliding back to tease the plug in Benji’s ass. “And I won’t even see anyone else now.”

  “I… Will it get hard? With the ring?”

  “Did you think I’d do something to you that wouldn’t let you ever get hard?”

  “No. No, I mean now.”

  “Oh.” He chuckled and ran his finger from asshole to balls. “I guess we’ll find out, hmm?”

  “I…”

  He loved the way Benji’s balls drew up, wrinkled at his touch. He stroked them, then the base of the newly pierced cock.

  “I. I don’t know if you should touch it.”

  “I’m not touching the ring.”

  Benji’s reactions were fascinating. “No. No, thank you. I. My heart’s racing.”

  “Good.”

  “Good?” Those eyes were focused, clear, that distance between them gone.

  “I don’t want calm and collected, boy. I want you right in the middle of it.”

  “I want to… I feel like I’ll shake apart, it’s so big.”

  He grabbed Benji’s hand. “I have you.”

  “Thank God.”

  “And I’m not letting go, boy. I promise.”

  Tension melted from his boy, Benji’s eyes dropping closed. He kissed Benji’s temple just as a soft bell sounded.

  “That’s it. No more fantasy. It’s real now, boy.”

  “Yes, Sir. Can we please go home?”

  Thor nodded. “We can. Let’s go.”

  They’d gather his boy’s things, his things, and real life could start.

  Their real life.

  Chapter Eight

  Fantasy Two

  “Master, love? Would you like a glass of wine?” Alan felt a bit at a loss, really. Nothing to cook, nothing to do. A gourmet meal was being delivered, the cabin was spotless. He’d explored every inch while his Master had napped. Inside, anyway.

  “I think perhaps a glass of champagne each would be appropriate, love.” Roman smiled at him, looking relaxed from his nap.

  The silver hair at his Master’s temples contrasted sharply with the rich, dark hair on the rest of his head—it gave him a distinguished air that was belied by the twinkle in the blue-gray eyes.

  His Master was lovely—strong and sure, solid, firm. Even after years together, Alan was fascinated. “Yes, sir.”

  “Come sit with me once you’ve poured them.”

  With his Master—not by him, but with him. It meant instead of kneeling at Roman’s feet, he would be sitting on the couch, curled into the body he loved so much. He nodded, smiled at his lover, then hurried to pour the wine. The bubbles made him chu
ckle, tickling his nose as he smelled the bright, tart champagne.

  “I don’t suppose there are strawberries to nibble with it? Although that might spoil our appetite for dinner…”

  “I’ll look. Maybe we’ll get lucky.” He searched the refrigerator, coming up with a little basket of tiny, perfect berries. “Oh, look.”

  “Oh, this week is going to be fantastic, I can tell already.” His Master had arranged the week as a gift for him, five different experts coming in to do scenes with him while his Roman watched.

  He was nervous, excited, exhilarated. So many things to experience, to feel and to know Roman watched every second. To know how aroused his voyeuristic Master would be.

  He could feel his Master’s eyes on him as he brought over the bubbly and the berries—they were warm, like a touch. He served his Master, then sat as Roman had requested. Roman dipped one of the little berries into his glass then pressed it against his lips, the bubbles bouncing and breaking on his skin.

  He moaned, opened, the tart and sweet bursting in his mouth. “Thank you, Master.”

  “It was my pleasure, Alan.”

  “Are you excited to begin our fantasy?”

  “I am. I have such wonderful things planned for you.” Those eyes met his, looked into him. “Are you?”

  He considered his thoughts, his feelings. “I’m nervous. Excited. A little scared.”

  “Why are you scared, love?” Roman took a sip of his champagne.

  “It’s a scary thing, to submit for the first time. These are strangers.”

  “I have vetted each and every one of them, love. They are the very best at what they do. They all know your safe word.” Roman smiled warmly at him. “And I will be there for each and every scene.”

  “Yes, Master.” Still, he moved closer, seeking his Master’s strength.

  Roman’s arm slid around his shoulder, his Master’s hand squeezing him gently. “You are absolutely safe.”

  “I trust you. I trust you to find us amazing sensation.”

  “It will be glorious, Alan. Each day will bring a new experience we can live over and over together.”

  “Please, Master. Will you tell me again why you chose who you chose?”

  “I chose men who would make you feel deeply. It thrills me to watch each and every emotion go across your face. While I will love to watch the blood welling up on your skin as the master knife wielder cuts you, it is your face with each passing second that will truly bring me the greatest pleasure.”

  He pressed closer, arousal flooding him, along with a shudder of fear. “Master…”

  “You will know my eyes are on you, recording every moment as surely as the cameras will be.”

  “Cameras…” He buried his face in Roman’s neck, beginning to pant softly.

  “You won’t even know they’re there. Only my eyes will be heavy upon you.”

  “You’ll never leave me alone.” This was for Roman’s pleasure—that was the will he submitted to.

  “Never! I don’t want to miss a moment, love.” Roman tilted his head and took his mouth.

  The kiss plundered him. Berries. Roman tasted like berries… Shaking like a leaf in a hurricane, Alan held on, crying out into Roman’s mouth. Strong arms wrapped around him, Roman holding him tight.

  He could feel Roman’s erection, the hardness solid and insistent against him. Even just talking about what they had come to do turned his Master on so much.

  “What do you desire, Master?” Everything he was, he would offer.

  “Are you ready for me, love?”

  “Always.” He prided himself on being ready for his Master.

  “Then ride me.” His Master’s thighs spread.

  He slipped off his loose pants, his cock eager and bobbing. He unfastened Roman’s slacks, eased them down as he got ready to straddle the muscled legs. Roman groaned, gaze like a fire burning across his newly nude flesh.

  He was shaved clean, a heavy cock ring keeping him erect, happy. Alan preened for Roman’s eyes, knowing his Master needed to see. Roman licked his lips and the thick cock he’d just bared jerked for him, proved to him how much his Master appreciated the lengths he went to.

  He climbed into Roman’s lap, rubbed that perfect cock over his hole.

  “Oh, love. Yes.” Roman moaned for him, breath beginning to come faster.

  “Love. Master…” He bore down, took Roman in, his eyes rolling as his Master pierced him. So thick, so hot and hard. There was no other sensation like this one.

  He moaned, rode Roman’s cock up and down, feeling Roman drag and rub inside him. One of Roman’s hands wrapped around his cock, moving as he moved, the touches good, but not hard enough, not solid and there enough.

  “Master.” He knew better than to beg. His pleasure was Roman’s prerogative. Period.

  Roman’s hand tightened, brought more delicious friction. “You may come when our food arrives.”

  “Yes, Master. Thank you. Thank you.”

  Roman wrapped his other hand around his waist and tugged, pulling him down faster and faster as the hand around his cock squeezed and fondled. Pleasure became desperation, as he had to fight the urge to shoot. Roman began to rub his thumb back and forth across the top of Alan’s cock, then his master removed the cock ring.

  He took a sobbing breath, his balls drawing up tight. Please. Please let the food come.

  “Oh, love, just look at you.” He could hear the need in Roman’s voice, the strong cock growing harder inside him.

  He arched, the need riding him impossibly. “Master.”

  “I told you when you could come, Alan.” The blue eyes met his, held his gaze.

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you.” He was going to fucking die.

  “You feel wonderful around me, love.” Roman bucked up hard, and Alan bit out a scream, almost missing the knock on the door.

  Heat filled him, Roman’s cum going deep. His orgasm was barely held at bay, and he met Roman’s eyes, begging that single nod. It came, his Master’s smile so proud. He shot hard, the world graying out around the edges.

  Roman’s arms were solid and sure around Alan as he came back to himself, low words murmuring in his ear.

  “Master. My Master. Love.” He was floating.

  “Mmm… Alan. My very own.”

  “All of me.”

  Every inch.

  Chapter Nine

  Roman put his arm out for Alan, ready to escort his dear sub to their first scene.

  Five scenes. It was his gift to Alan. There were some things he couldn’t do for his lover, but he could arrange to have the very best do them instead. And he could watch. He did enjoy watching. Had a bit of a voyeuristic streak, one might say.

  “Are you ready, Alan?”

  “As ready as I can be, Master.” Alan hadn’t slept well, had tossed and turned in anticipation.

  He bent and brought their mouths together, the kiss soft and gentle, meant to comfort, to soothe. Alan opened to him, breathed for him. They were doing scenes in a separate cabin, one set up with props, with cameras. One from which he could remove Alan at the end and bring him to a place that was theirs alone.

  When the kiss ended, he put Alan’s hand on his arm and let his dear lover out of their cabin toward the scene cabin. The island was beautiful, serene, a perfect place for a fantasy. He thought perhaps he should buy property on an island, just to escape.

  The other cabin was very near and he didn’t knock, just brought Alan in. The place was well lit, lovely. Peaceful. There was his chair in a dark corner, with a grand view.

  He led Alan to the table in the middle of the room. “Sit.”

  “Yes, Master.” His beautiful sub sat, legs swinging restlessly.

  He glanced at his watch. Their knife Master was due any moment.

  “I love you.” Alan sounded so worried.

  He cupped Alan’s face. “And I love you.”

  “Thank you, Master.”

  The bell at the door rang.

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��Enter,” he called out imperiously. These men might be Masters in their own right, but he was the true Master here.

  Alan’s fingers twined with his, holding on tight.

  An older gentleman came in, tall, square, dressed in leather, with a little kit that no doubt held his knives. “Good morning.”

  Roman nodded. “Good morning. Master David, I presume.”

  “Yeah. Nice to meet you.”

  Alan’s grip never wavered.

  “This is my sub, Alan. You’ve got the instructions?” He’d created meticulous instructions for each of the Masters.

  “I have.” David looked at Alan. “Your safe word is battery, yes?”

  Alan nodded, eyes down. “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m going to go sit and leave my boy in your hands.” He turned to Alan, squeezed his lover’s hand. “Enjoy this, love, and know that I’ll be watching every moment.”

  “I…” Alan was struggling, fighting not to beg him to stay closer. His Alan was too well-trained for that nonsense, though, too disciplined.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good man.” He melted away into the shadows, settled comfortably in the chair waiting there for him.

  Alan sat on the table, eyes on the floor, visibly shaken. Roman willed his sub to find his center, to focus and take the enjoyment he should feel from this.

  David smiled and murmured softly, “Breathe.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir. I’m very frightened.”

  “Let me show you my knives, my tools.” The leather kit was opened.

  The kit held only a handful of knives—one large one, many tiny ones. They all gleamed in the light, looking perfectly cared for. There were also a few long needles, and a little wheel with teeth on it.

  “Knife play and blood play are two very different things, and from your file, I know you’re here for the knife play. Though you may bleed a little, and your skin will carry the marks for a few days, I have no intention of leaving scars.” David had a nice voice, low and soothing, and he spoke with a careful deliberateness.

  “They…they’re beautiful. Shiny.” Alan began to relax—Roman could see it in the line of the lean shoulders, in the lovely dark eyes. His sub was beautifully trained, eager and well suited to the lifestyle, once he allowed himself to breathe.