November 19, 2112
MATT turned twenty-five today. He knew James would never remember. It didn’t bother him; that was the kind of guy James was. He did lots of things on regular days of the year to make Matt feel special.
And if Matt had anything to say about it, James was about to make Matt’s birthday very, very special.
“James?” He knew his voice was a little tentative, but he was asking for something he’d never asked for, and it was a little… freaky. As in the kinky kind of freaky.
James was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the news on a comp tablet, not really paying attention. Matt could tell James wasn’t picking up any psychic signals from him. If he were, he’d be focused on Matt. James wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else, not with how horny Matt was. Not to mention Matt didn’t always let James into his head, so when he did, James usually paid attention.
Usually. When he noticed.
When James didn’t answer right away, Matt tried again. “James?” He might normally get snappy at this point, but not this time. He wanted something.
He really, really wanted something.
“Hmmm, baby?” James didn’t turn to look, preoccupied. But just the sound of that deep voice made Matt squirm a little. Even though James still wasn’t really paying attention yet.
Matt took a deep breath. “Will you spank me?” He said it so fast it almost ran into a single word.
James sat straight up in his chair, set down the tablet, stared out the window across from him, and didn’t say a word. His broad shoulders looked tense.
Slowly James turned, and Matt could feel the mental connection now. His body sideways in the chair, eyes heavy-lidded and partially obscuring their honeyed color, James rumbled at him, “You really want me to, don’t you, baby?”
Oh God. Matt fucking loved the rumbly voice. He nodded mutely, looking at James and fingering the drawstring on his thin cotton pants. Squirming a little more, thighs rubbing together, balls caressed by rough hair and smooth skin. Wishing it was James’s hair and skin against him. Getting harder than his imagination had managed up 'til now.
James reached out a hand and captured Matt’s wrist, stroking the soft inside with one calloused thumb. “Oh, yeah, baby. I can spank you.”
But instead of drawing Matt forward, yanking down his pajama pants, throwing him over his lap and whaling on his ass, James stood up. Matt whimpered a little in disappointment and need. He looked at James from under his lashes. James quirked a lopsided smile at him.
The psychic link wasn’t infallible. Sometimes all James got were feelings and impressions, sometimes words, and occasionally images. Matt had really been hoping James would get the image. The one of Matt naked over James’s lap, ass bright pink as James’s hand landed on it over and over (and over) again. James fully clothed, pinning Matt’s wrists behind his back with the hand that wasn’t abusing his ass.
James chuckled at his whimper. “I know what you want. But we’re doing this my way. How long have you wanted me to do this?” He stepped in closer to Matt. James was broader and more muscular, and when he used his size to intimidate just a little, it always made shivers run down Matt’s spine. In a really good way.
He looked in James’s eyes, just the tiniest bit ashamed still. But the need won out. He gave a faux-nonchalant shrug. “Couple months?” He looked down at the drawstring he was fingering, then back up.
James smiled more fully. Still stroking his wrist, he pulled Matt in and kissed him gently, rubbing his chapped lips against Matt’s. “We’re doing this my way,” James said again, breathing the words across Matt’s lips. Matt felt goose bumps prickle their way up his back. “Tell me again you want it,” James rumbled against his ear, caressing Matt with his stubbly cheek.
Matt took a deep breath and pulled back to look James in the eye. “I want you to spank me.”
“No more talking,” James said in that voice. The in-control voice he only (well mostly) used with Matt when they were playing. “You don’t say another word until I give you permission. You can make all the other noises you want.” James turned and pulled him into their bedroom by the wrist. Thank God, he’s going to do it.
James walked right through the bedroom and into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, steaming hot. The water shower, not the sonic one they’d installed when they bought this place. The sonic one was for getting clean. The water was for playing.
Anymore, just the sound of the shower could make Matt hard.
James got the temperature he wanted and turned to Matt. “Get naked.”
James’s eyes were focused on the tent in his pants as Matt brought down the big top. So to speak. He looked down to see what James saw.
Matt was hard as hell, his slim prick curving up and out from his body, a bead of pre-come just hanging off the head, the skin flushing bright pink. James said he turned that color all over when he came. Just the thought of James watching that color sweep down his back sometimes made Matt go over.
Matt took a short breath and reached out to pull up James’s shirt, exposing his abdomen. Matt stopped, running a hand across the hard muscle there, pulling gently on the hair below James’s navel.
“No playing. Just take off my clothes.” Matt looked into James’s eyes. He had that stony, expressionless look he used when he didn’t want anyone to guess what he was thinking. Matt secretly thought of it as his masterful look.
James let a slow grin curve his mouth. “You can call me ‘sir’ if that does it for you.” Matt swallowed. There were advantages and disadvantages to having a psychic boyfriend.
He pulled the shirt over James’s head. James’s hands fell back down to his sides once Matt had it off, his face inscrutable again as Matt reached for his pants. Matt unsealed the fly and sucked in a breath. James was going commando today.
As soon as he had the fly open far enough, James’s hard cock sprang out. It was all Matt could do not to skate a finger up the underside or slip a hand under James’s balls and palm them, letting James’s heavy cock brush against his forearm. James was deliciously thick, with a heavily flared rim around the base of his cock head. Matt’s sphincter clenched, a very visceral reaction to the memory of what it felt like when James shoved into him. Matt swallowed hard and kept going.
He moved slowly, watching James’s cock sway as he pulled the pants off James’s hips. Matt knelt on the floor to help James’s legs out, although he didn’t really need to. Mostly he did it because he needed to be closer to James’s cock.
God, it was right there, bobbing in front of his face, the foreskin retracted past the heavy ridge where the head met the meaty shaft. He imagined James slapping him in the face with it. Fuuuuuck. Matt wanted.
He leaned in as unobtrusively as possible and drew a deep breath in through his nose. James smelled so fucking good, like sweat and man and sex. Matt clenched his ass again in response.
Suddenly James’s hand was in his hair, grabbing him roughly and yanking him back. “No,” James said in his rumbly voice, using his hold to tilt Matt’s head back and forcing him to look into James’s eyes.
Matt shuddered and whimpered a little. “No,” James said again. Calmly, completely in control. Reprimanding him.
Okay, no trying to pull one over on the psychic guy.
James pulled him up by his hair, not hard enough to really hurt, but hard enough to make Matt’s prick leak out more pre-come. James looked down and smiled, still holding Matt by his hair. He swiped the index finger of his other hand across the slit, making Matt gasp. He looked Matt in the eye as he stuck the finger in his mouth, sucking the droplets off.
“Nice, Matty,” James rumbled at him.
James let go of him suddenly, relaxing the pressure on Matt’s neck. “Get in the shower.” Then he stood and stared at Matt, waiting for him to obey.
Matt turned and opened the door to the stall. As he stepped in, James’s hand landed on one ass cheek. Hard.
Matt gave a surprised yelp and felt the heat spread out in waves from where James’s hand had landed. Then a little tingle, which intensified around his asshole.
Fuuuuuuuuck. More of the shuddering.
James crowded him into the shower when he stopped, then roughly pushed him against the wall, face first. Matt was starting to think it would be just fine if James wanted to fuck him in the shower, and they could save the spanking for some other time. He planted his hands on the wall and pushed his ass out toward James, spreading his legs.
But that wasn’t the way it went down. James lathered up some shower gel and washed him. Carefully, in long, soothing strokes, first up his back, across his shoulders, down his arms. Then he crouched behind Matt and washed his legs in those same long strokes, starting at the ankle.
Matt could feel James’s breath on his ass and the occasional ghost-scrape of a stubbly cheek. Finally, he reached up with those hands and carefully washed Matt’s ass. Caressing his cheeks, circular strokes, thumbs just entering the crack, but not where Matt really wanted them. Following the sensitive fold between cheek and thigh, but not far enough.
Finally, James placed one soapy finger at the top of Matt’s ass, right on his spine. And slowly dragged it down, between his cheeks, skating over the puckered entrance, then on to the perineum, stopping just behind Matt’s balls. Matt shuddered while he did it, and shuddered again when James pressed up with his finger.
“No talking,” James cut off his moan. He reversed the finger, stopping and swirling it around Matt’s pucker, then slid his finger into Matt’s asshole. Matt moaned wordlessly, bracing his forearms against the shower wall, pushing his ass out. James slid his finger back out, then in again, just ghosting across Matt’s prostate, then out all the way. Matt moaned again. James stood up.
“Turn around, Matty.” Matt could hear the change in James’s voice. It was still the rumbly voice, but no longer completely in control. James’s breath was coming faster. Matt wiped the small smile off his face just before he turned, pressing his body against the tile, leaning his back against the wall now, hips a little forward. He gave James his best seductive look from under his lashes.
If Matt could talk, he’d be begging James to fuck him now. Impulse control wasn’t really his forte. Maybe not being able to talk was a good thing.
James smirked at Matt’s thought, then lathered up more gel. He washed Matt’s chest and abdomen, circling his nipples but only skating a gentle fingertip across the hardened buds occasionally. Matt fisted his hands and whined a little, then again when James crouched in front of him to do his legs.
Matt was quivering by the time James got to his groin. Trying to dig his fingernails into the shower wall. But James stood up and took one of Matt’s hands. He squirted some shower gel into Matt’s palm.
“You wash it.” He got some more gel for himself.
James watched him as Matt lathered up his dick. While James ran soapy hands over his own body impersonally, his eyes focused intently on Matt fisting his cock and slowly stroking up to the head, then back down. Matt reached his other hand lower, soaping his balls. On his next stroke up he twisted his fingers over the head, moaning in the back of his throat, his eyes falling closed.
Suddenly James fisted his hand over Matt’s, squeezing a little. “No more, baby. I don’t want you to come yet. But damn, you look sexy doing that.” He was nuzzling Matt’s jaw just a little, leaning in but not letting their bodies touch. Matt gave another little moan and tried to bring his hips forward more, but James squeezed his hand harder, increasing the pressure on Matt’s shaft. Matt moaned louder.
“No.” James dropped his hand and shoved Matt under the water to rinse him off. Then he turned the water off and got out of the shower.
Matt stood dumbly and dripped a minute. Then James reached in and pulled him out by the arm. He used a towel on Matt, rubbing him dry gently, the sensation too soft, especially when James carefully patted his dick and balls dry.
James took Matt’s hand and led him into the bedroom. It was dark and shadowy, a little bit of light sneaking in past the blackout curtains, some from the open bathroom door. It felt safe. A safe place to play.
Assuming they ever got to the playing part.
James stood Matt beside the bed, then opened the nightstand drawer. Now he knew they were going to play—that was where they kept all the toys. Matt’s ass clenched in anticipation as James pulled out lube and a small plug.
Oh, fuck. He was going to spank him with a plug in? Matt could practically feel the blood draining from his head. As if his dick needed any more.
James reached back into the drawer. And brought out the set of electro-magnetic cuffs.
Matt bit his lip and moaned. A plug, a spanking, and bondage. Don’tcomedon’tcomedon’t come….
“C’mere,” James rumbled, looking at him steadily. For just a second, James looked like a big golden lion. Lazy but powerful, honey-golden all over, from his short curly hair to his eyes to his skin. Toying with his prey before he leapt on him and ate him. Prey probably didn’t enjoy it as much as Matt did, though. Especially the eating part. He took two steps forward, until he was all but touching James’s hard cock with his own, looking into James’s eyes.
“Turn around and put your hands behind your back, wrists together.” Matt did as he was ordered. He could feel James’s cock just barely tracing patterns on one of his cheeks. Nnngh.
James placed a cuff on each wrist, then held them together as he activated the electro-magnetic lock. Matt felt them jerk and lock his wrists securely together. He yanked a little, just to feel the restraint.
Matt felt James looming back there, behind him, his cock tracing now-wet designs on him, feather light, James’s breath on his neck. James wasn’t any taller than him, but when he was in control like this, Matt always felt like James loomed. He shivered and arched a little.
Suddenly Matt felt a hand on his ass, caressing a cheek. “You thinking about it, baby? About me pulling you across my lap and spanking you? My hand slapping your white ass as hard as I want, as long as I want, until you turn all pink? You think maybe I can make you come that way? Make you shoot your load all over my thigh? I won’t touch your cock, you’ll just come because I order you to. Then maybe I’ll throw you down on the bed and fuck your ass hard. Shove my cock in your hole and pound it into you, fuck you through the mattress.” Matt whimpered and felt cold sweat and goose bumps prickle up his back. A shiver worked its way up from the end of his spine.
“Or maybe I won’t let you come. I’ll stop spanking your ass and put you on your knees and make you suck me. Fuck your throat until you can’t breathe and hold my cock there until I shoot, let you hump air. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? You like being my little bitch.” James slapped his ass again, the pain instant and hot. Matt’s asshole clenched convulsively, and he barely stopped himself from begging. But that would be talking, and it wasn’t allowed, and Matt wouldn’t do anything that might end this now.
James caressed him again. “Mmmmm. Like seeing my handprint on you, Matty.” He stepped back and Matt panicked. That wasn’t it, was it? But James had stepped in front of him and was sitting on the side of their bed.
He patted his thigh. “Spread your pretty ass out, for me, baby. Lay yourself across my legs.”
It took a minute to maneuver with his hands behind his back, but James grabbed his shoulder and helped him down. Matt could feel James’s rough hair on his lower abdomen and thighs, and he wiggled a little to increase the friction. The head of his cock scraped James’s thigh, just a little. “Unnngh.” He loved the roughness of James’s hair, and his stubble and calloused hands too.
One calloused hand was stroking and petting his ass, the rough skin occasionally catching at Matt’s smooth skin, increasing the sensations shooting across his cheeks. James grabbed his bound wrists and pulled him forward a little so that Matt’s ass was tilted up into the air.
He could feel air on his hole, and his cock was rubbing against James’s thigh. Oh fuck. Matt wiggled a little, feeling James’s eyes on his ass, watching him squirm. He felt hyper-sensitized, like everything was hot-wired to his asshole.
James’s finger, slippery with lube, slid between his cheeks. After circling Matt’s pucker a few times, James pressed down gently with the pad of his finger and pushed into Matt’s ass. He twisted it around, then slowly started stroking in and out, the friction of his finger against the gripping muscle making Matt moan. Matt clenched, just to get more friction.
James laughed quietly. “Greedy, aren’t you?” He slid in another finger, and Matt gave a little hip swivel, as much as he could manage in this position. The second finger stretched him more, just enough to get a taste of that almost uncomfortable pleasure. Matt hung his head down and moaned, relaxing and tensing up at the same time.
James finger-fucked Matt slowly, not touching his gland directly, just gliding past, ghost touches. Rubbing around inside him, stroking all the other hotspots, slippery and just that tiniest bit rough. Teasing. Then James pulled out. Matt tried to follow, but James was holding his wrists at the small of his back, holding him down.
“’M gonna put in this plug so you’re ready for me if I decide to fuck you, Matt. Not as big as me, so it’ll still burn some when I push into you.” Matt moaned again at James’s words. He felt the cool tip of the plug push against his hole and slide in slowly, James fucking in and out with it for a minute while Matt panted and squirmed and groaned. James popped the largest part of the plug in past Matt’s sphincter and held it a second, then slipped it out again. Then he did it again, finally sliding it all the way home, resting it alongside Matt’s prostate, the flared base caught between Matt’s ass cheeks.
It wasn’t as thick as James, was barely as thick as his two fingers. Enough to keep him wanting, not enough not satisfy him. Matt whimpered in frustration and pushed back into air.
“You still want me to spank you, Matty? Think it, don’t say it.” Matt nodded so hard he nearly overbalanced. Fuck, yes.
James reached down between Matt’s thighs and fisted his prick. Matt’s head shot up, his neck muscles straining. “Oh, fuuuu—!” Matt stopped himself from saying the word just in time. James played with him a minute, stroking his shaft but not touching the head, tapping the plug with the finger of his other hand.
“Nngh!” Matt gasped. He was shaking now, wondering when the spanking was going to—
James’s hand hit his ass right in the center, the stinging blow landing on both cheeks. “Aaah!” Heat, then pain and tingling. Matt felt his dick pulse, the heartbeat strong in it, as James let go of his shaft. Pre-come was welling out, coating James’s thigh as he spanked Matt again and again.
Matt gripped his fingers together at the small of his back. It hurt like fuck. James was holding back a little, but he was slapping Matt with his full palm, and within ten strokes, Matt’s ass was on fire. And stinging and tingling and hot.
And it felt so. Fucking. Good.
The tingling pain intensified with each slap, and Matt could feel it spreading to his cock and balls and asshole and vibrating up his spine. He started to tilt his hips up for the next stroke, each one coming randomly. Flinching when James’s hand landed on his ass but needing it again immediately. Pushing up for James’s next blow, begging silently. He could almost see how pink his ass must be by now, and it made him shudder even more. His prick bobbed against James’s thigh, and the plug jiggled in his asshole. Every time James’s hand landed on him, sensation radiated from the contact all through his groin and up his spine, and it was more intense with each stroke. James’s hand became his sole focus.
Matt could feel himself building up to an incredible explosion. He was practically choking on it. James was forcing it out of him, stoking it and feeding it and coaxing him into this intense state of pleasure pain. Just one more stroke. Matt tilted his ass up and held himself, quivering, waiting for it.
James gently laid his hand on Matt’s ass, his fingers stroking lightly. “Fuck, Matty. That’s so hot. Your ass is pink, and you’re pushing it toward me, your balls tight between your legs and that plug…. Fuck.”
James grabbed Matt’s bound wrists and hauled him onto the bed on his stomach, his legs hanging over the edge, barely managing to keep him off the floor. James planted his hands inside Matt’s thighs, forcing his legs open.
Matt whined and panted, caught between wanting more of the spanking and wanting what he knew was coming. James reached between his ass cheeks and roughly pulled out the butt plug, dropping it on the floor. Matt’s sphincter muscle spasmed. James spread Matt open with one hand and guided his cock with the other, pushing into Matt’s ass relentlessly.
It burned, just enough to echo the burn of his skin. So much better than the plug. James kept shoving into him, forcing him open slowly, but never stopping. Matt let out a long, high-pitched moan. Keening.
James’s skin and hair were rough against Matt’s freshly spanked ass. Matt shifted a little once James was fully in, the friction on his sensitized skin causing more of that zinging heat to spread through him.
“Gonna fuck you hard, baby,” James rumbled in his ear, his voice hoarse. He slipped his arms under Matt, gripping his shoulder with one hand, pinching a nipple with the other. Then he pulled almost all the way out and plunged back in, fucking Matt as hard as he’d promised. He started out rough and fast, no buildup. James pushed himself up on his arms for leverage, planting one hand in the middle of Matt’s back.
Matt was yelling his head off. James was hitting his prostate with nearly every stroke, although he was too out of control to have any precision. Or rhythm. Matt didn’t need it. His ass was on fire inside and out; that explosion building inside him was more intense than before. He hunched his back, humping the bed as James slammed into him again, pegging his gland.
“Come for me, Matt,” James gasped in his ear. Then he bit down on the back of Matt’s neck, hard.
Matt couldn’t resist the feeling of being controlled by James plowing his ass and holding him down with his teeth. He screamed out James’s name, his cock shooting and his ass clenching around James’s cock, intensifying the whole orgasm. James plunged into him repeatedly, pulling another spasm and release with each thrust. Matt’s whole body clenched with each stroke, and the room started going black and white. And fuzzy. Then he floated.