A Russian Bear (8 page)

Tom couldn’t move, he couldn’t. But he did. He bent, letting Mischa guide him until he lay over Mischa’s lap, his upper body on the bed and his dick between Mischa’s legs. Mischa’s hand gently slid over Tom’s butt.

“Oh, yes, this is exactly how I like it. It’s difficult to bend over someone’s knee for the first time, isn’t it?”

Tom’s words were half strangled. “Yes, sir.” Mischa stroked his ass, tapping his sore hole as a reward. He groaned, not knowing whether to push into it or avoid it.

“Yes, and that makes me so hard, knowing that you obey me even if it’s difficult for you.” Mischa kept stroking, and Tom felt himself relax, surrendering to the feeling and his arousal.

“I’m going to make your butt cheeks sore, just like your hole.” Mischa’s fingers tapped against Tom’s hole again, a little harder, and it made Tom hiss, both from the tenderness and from the pleasure of it. “Yes, you’re going to feel me here for the rest of the day. And you’re going to feel me here,” Mischa’s hand wandered back to Tom’s cheeks, “for a lot longer than that. Are you ready for that?”

And Tom suddenly was, wanted nothing more than feeling Mischa’s hands on him for days.

“Yes, sir. Please.”

The first smack came as a surprise, making him yelp. It stung, and he wriggled a bit.

“Lie still.” The next slap hit him, less surprising but just as stinging, and he sighed with it. Mischa kept the blows coming, leaving too little time in between them for Tom to process them. Tom hadn’t thought that it would hurt this badly, but Mischa wasn’t pulling his punches. The smacks were hard, and Tom grunted when the next one hit him. The sting had turned into a burn. The feeling was intense, and he found himself sinking into it, thriving on it. Mischa hit him again and again, driving long sounds out of him every time. The pain was big now, but Tom couldn’t do anything but be, here on Mischa’s lap.

Then Mischa stopped. Tom whimpered, couldn’t understand what happened.

“Get up, boy. You’ve had your spanking.”

No. This couldn’t be. Couldn’t be over. Tom got up and stood, blinking and swaying, looking entreatingly at Mischa.

***

The boy was beautiful. Simply beautiful. He stood in front of the bed, teetering on the edge between his need to hide, his need to be comforted, and the sexual need that made him hard and flustered. He was almost trembling with desire. Mischa leaned back on his hands, waiting to find out which of Tom’s needs would be strongest.

“Please, sir.” Oh, the boy was hard. So was Mischa, but not so hard that he didn’t want to draw out his pleasure in watching the boy. His boy.

“Please, what, boy?” Mischa was actually interested in the answer. What would be Tom’s greatest wish when he was as conflicted, as vulnerable as he was now?

“Please fuck me, sir.”

Mischa would have taken any of the Tom’s choices and helped the boy through it, but his cock was very happy with this one. He lifted an eyebrow. “You’re not making this easy on yourself, boy. You’re already sore; if I fuck you now, you’ll feel it for days.”

“Yes.” There was no doubt in Tom’s eyes. Mischa almost moaned out loud but managed to keep it in.

“All right. Get a condom.” He watched the boy fumble with the package, hands trembling with need. Mischa sighed from the pleasure when Tom carefully rolled the condom down his hard cock, then slathered the lube on it.

“Open yourself up.” Mischa looked Tom in the eyes. Tom blushed hard, but complied, slicking up his fingers. Then the boy ducked his head and reached around, moaning when he forced his finger inside his ass. He spread the lube around, adding another finger. Mischa watched him jerk at the burn.

“Easy, boy. Move your fingers, loosen yourself up a bit. I want you to take three fingers before I’ll fuck you.” Tom did as he was told, and Mischa watched every wince, heard every gasp and rejoiced in the things the boy would do for his master.

“Ready to take three?” Mischa desperately hoped so; he couldn’t take much more of this.

Tom nodded, and then groaned deeply as he forced the next finger into himself. He stopped, his breathing fast. Then he looked Mischa in the eyes and started moving his hand, forcing the sounds out of himself. Fuck, that was hot.

“Deep breaths. Relax around your fingers.” Tom closed his eyes, the gasps turning into moans.

“That’s enough.” Mischa watched Tom take out his fingers, stand there, panting, needing so hard.

“Come sit on my cock.” Mischa could see the surprise in Tom’s eyes, the brief reluctance to do something so out of character for him. Then the boy stubbornly raised his chin and came over to Mischa.

“Good boy. Now, straddle me and take me in. You can do it.” Tom put his knees on the bed on each side of Mischa, then put one hand on Mischa’s shoulder, and with the other, he grabbed Mischa’s dick. Then he looked Mischa straight in the eyes and lowered himself on Mischa’s dick. When he was breached, he opened his mouth, but not a sound came out. Mischa moaned loud enough for them both and grabbed Tom’s hips. It was all very good to push a sub, but now Mischa wanted to fuck his boy.

He pulled Tom’s hips down, forcing a groan out of his sub. Mischa did it again, and again, so turned on by his boy’s sounds. Mischa pulled Tom in so their upper bodies touched all the way and kissed him, pushing into Tom’s body. His boy was keening into Mischa’s mouth, the sub’s cock hard and wet between their stomachs.

Mischa looked Tom straight in the eyes. “Come for me.” Then he grabbed the boy’s sore cheeks. Tom shouted, his come spraying their stomachs. The sound and the smell were too much for Mischa, and he came, too, pushing deep and moaning with the pleasure.

They sat like that for a minute, trying to catch their breaths. Mischa kissed the boy, and then he smiled at Tom “Go get something to clean me up.”

Tom pulled off Mischa’s dick, whimpering as he did so. Someone was going to be sore. Mischa smirked.

He lay back on the bed, closing his eyes. Tom came back with a warm, wet towel and gently cleaned Mischa up. Mischa opened his eyes and watched his boy. Tom looked at peace, sitting on the edge of the bed. Mischa patted the mattress next to him. “Come here.”

Tom immediately crawled into bed with him, sighing happily as the boy snuggled in. They could rest a little before Mischa would take Tom back.

***

“We need to talk.” Tom looked just a little apprehensive when he heard those words. Mischa bent and kissed him.

“Don’t worry. It’s nothing bad, but I’m not going to do mind-blowing things to you and then kick you out of here just like that.”

Tom nodded and followed Mischa to the couch without protesting. He didn’t seem happy, though. Because he had to leave? To his own surprise, Mischa found himself hoping that that was the reason.

They had been pretty quiet while they cleaned up and had a late breakfast. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, but Mischa had a feeling that the thoughts were churning in Tom’s head. Then Mischa had told him to get dressed, and even though Tom had turned away, Mischa had seen how the boy’s face fell.

Mischa sat down across from Tom, wanting him to feel free to speak.

“So, how was your first meeting with real kink?”

Tom hesitated. “I really liked it. God, that sounds stupid.” He looked down, fiddling with his hands. “I mean, it was a lot more than just ‘like,’ wasn’t it? And I hated you sometimes, and I cried.” He blushed at the memory of that. “I have no idea if I did things right.”

Oh, there was no way Mischa could have a boy feeling alone and insecure like that. He went over and sat down next to Tom, pulling the boy into him.

“You did fine.” Tom relaxed a little, leaning into him. “There are no rights and wrongs in this, of course. But you made me so hard, and you made me come. Several times. I think that counts as a success.” There was a bit more to it than that, but Mischa couldn’t admit that yet. Perhaps not even to himself.

He got a little more serious. “But it wasn’t easy for you, was it?”

Tom was silent. Mischa had a feeling that he was turning into the academic again, analyzing and weighing his words to get them just right. “No, it wasn’t. The funny thing is, though, that it wasn’t the difficult things that were most difficult.” Tom made an impatient gesture. “I’m not explaining myself properly. Let’s take the CBT. The pain was really bad, especially because it was my balls, you know? You’re just so vulnerable. But the hard part was trusting you enough to let go, to stop fighting to do everything right. That almost killed me.” Mischa rubbed his shoulders, but Tom hadn’t finished.

“It was the same with the spanking. The most difficult thing was lying down.” He looked up at Mischa. “There was a line there. I mean, you had done the CBT to me, and even that last time, I could pretend that you had made me ask for it. If I lay down on your lap, then it was because I wanted it. Wanted a fucking spanking. And,” he hesitated, “because I wanted to submit to you.” Even now he blushed. “And I lay down. I still don’t know what that makes me.”

“Very brave, for one.” This was the most intriguing person Mischa had met in a long time. Mischa found himself being more attracted to Tom for every new thing he learned about the man. That wasn’t necessarily a good thing. He had his principles about this.

“And now I don’t know what to do.” Tom looked lost. “This was... This has changed me.” He took a deep breath. “I think I need this.”

Mischa kissed him, fervently took his mouth. “You’re so fucking brave. It takes guts to realize this, you know?”

Tom nodded, smiling weakly. “Yeah, I know. But what do I do now?”

Mischa looked down, suddenly at a loss for what to say. It should be really easy; Mischa always let his boys go after one scene. But it wasn’t that simple this time. Mischa took a deep breath and spoke, choosing his words carefully. “Well, as I see it, you can do one of two things. One option is to go to the clubs or online and find yourself a Dom who can teach you more about this.”

Tom nodded, not looking happy. Mischa took a deep breath. Not only subs had to put themselves on the line. “The other option is to meet up with me again.”

A slow smile spread over Tom’s face. “You would do that?”

“I would love that. You weren’t the only one who enjoyed your stay here.”

Tom was beaming now. “Good.” He looked relieved, almost a little giddy. “So, you want to set up a new date?” Mischa pretended not to see the blush on Tom’s face when the boy realized the implication of his words.

“What about next weekend? Then we can have a couple of days to play. That is, if you want to have a bit more time.” Blushing couldn’t be contagious. It just couldn’t.

“It sounds good. I... I could come here Friday if you’d like? I have time to spare at the moment.” There, it was contagious. And they were behaving like fucking sixteen-year olds. If it weren’t so nerve wrecking, Mischa would have enjoyed the feeling of being young and stupid again.

“It’s a deal.” Mischa got up and went for the car keys. “I have to take you back now if you want to prepare for your teaching.” Tom smiled and got up, just the hint of a strut in his walk as he went to the door. Mischa smacked his ass, hard.

“Fuck!” Mischa laughed out loud at the outrage on Tom’s face. Then he leaned in, grabbing his boy’s sore ass and kissed Tom thoroughly. When he let go, Tom was hard and panting, looking completely dazed.

“There,” Mischa said with a smirk. “Now you won’t forget me before Friday.”

Chapter 4

Tom had no idea why he was so nervous that he was just about to pee his pants. Okay, metaphorically so, but still. Anything else would just be gross, especially since he was standing on a very public street outside the café where they had met last time.

Even the thought of spending three days -- three days! -- with Mischa made the butterflies do things in his stomach which sincerely made him believe that they had secretly transformed themselves into bats. Or seagulls. Yes; big, noisy seagulls who were trying to claw their way out of his stomach.

If only he had been scared, then his nerves would at least make sense. But he wasn’t. A bit apprehensive, yes -- the last session with Mischa had been both painful and mind-blowing. It was more that last time had been so... Well, mind-blowing. How could this time live up to that at all? And would he be able to be the way Mischa expected him to be, to obey, to relax enough to...

“Hi, Tom.” Suddenly Mischa stood in front of him, smiling.

Tom blushed, feeling caught in the act. “Hi, Mischa. Good to see you again.” Very good; Mischa looked even better than Tom had dreamed about. Before he fell asleep. And in the shower. Twice.

He desperately tried to shut out those images -- too short jacket -- and reached out and hugged Mischa. Mischa hugged him right back in a bear hug, and Tom felt some of his nerves disappear. At least Mischa was happy to see him, too.

“Had a nice week?” Mischa reached over and grabbed Tom’s bag, walking them to his car.

“Yeah, not too bad. A bit busy.” Tom had wanted to prepare for next week’s classes and get some work done on his thesis so he could take time off this weekend without stressing over it.

“Yeah? I’ve had a really quiet week; not much happening in the market these days.” They got into the car. “Of course, I spent a lot of time making plans for this weekend. How is your ass, by the way?”

“Are you going to ask me that here? In your car?” Tom didn’t sound like a shocked old maid. Definitely not.

“Sure. I closed the door first, didn’t I? So, have you been sore?” Oh, Mischa enjoyed this way too much.

“Hell, yes.” Tom couldn’t help but laugh; Mischa’s joy was contagious. “I had a lot of work to do after you took me home, and that hard chair kept reminding me of the spanking.” Just saying the word made him blush. But it was also a bit cool having the courage to talk about it.

“And your asshole?”

Tom turned in his seat, glaring accusingly at Mischa. “You really like this, don’t you? Making me blush?”

“Oh, yes. You’re lovely when you’re all flustered. Now answer my question.”

Christ. “I... I didn’t even have to touch it. I could just clench it a bit and then I would feel you. The first couple of days were actually quite bad; I had to give up riding my bike to class.”

“Well, you can’t say I didn’t warn you.” Mischa sounded smug. And a little aroused.

“I can’t. And it was so worth it.” Tom could do smug as well as the next guy.

During the rest of the ride, they talked about their week, about an e-book Mischa had found on the Internet that Tom had already read, about the news. They arrived at Mischa’s house in no time, Tom’s nerves entirely gone. He had forgotten that, behind all the kinky games, he plainly and simply liked Mischa.

Tom got out of the car and looked around. “It’s a really nice place out here. I didn’t pay much attention last time, but it’s so peaceful. Is it your land all around?”

“Yes. A client mentioned that he had it for sale, and I bought it. He saw it as an investment; I saw it as somewhere I wanted to live. I like my privacy.” Of course, privacy made it far less problematic to have screaming subs in his playroom, too.

They went inside, the heat nice after the chilly weather outside. “Come on, sit down,” Mischa said. “I’d like to talk about what we’ll be doing this weekend.”

Tom felt the excitement growing again in his stomach. The mood was totally different from the last time he had been here, though; Mischa was not in Dom-mode at all. It was... comfortable. Even if it made him unbearably excited when Mischa ordered him around, it was nice to feel safe and grounded while they talked.

“First of all, I want to turn down the pain a notch. Neither your body nor your mind can do what we did last time for three days in a row. Not yet, at least.” Tom felt a bit relieved; it had been one of his biggest worries.

“It doesn’t mean that it’s going to be less intense this time, though. It won’t be easier -- just different.” Tom guessed that it said a lot about him that those words made his cock jump. If nothing else, it meant that he was in the right place.

“We established some of your kinks last time, your pain threshold, and some of your limits. This time I’d like to introduce you to some of my toys. What kind of toys have you already played with?”

“I haven’t.” Mischa looked skeptically at him. “I haven’t! I haven’t got a dildo and all those other things... Well, they’re not for real, you know.”

Mischa blinked. “What exactly do you mean by saying they’re not for real?”

“Well, I know they exist, of course, but nobody uses them outside of porn movies. They’re just... fantasy material.”

Mischa looked totally bewildered now. “But the book we talked about -- they’re using toys all the time.”

“Yeah, but that’s fiction. It isn’t real.” Real people didn’t have strange contraptions in odd colors in their bedside tables. They just didn’t.

Mischa was speaking slowly. “I hate to have to break it to you, but those things are real. Not everybody uses all of them, but they are real.”

No way. Tom blinked. “You mean, like the stuff they did in that book?”

“Yes. And in other books. Have you read anything else by that writer?”

***

Mischa thought that this was as good a way as any to introduce his apparently totally oblivious sub to the world of toys. He got out his laptop, finding the webpage with the e-books.

Tom pointed at a book. “Yeah, I read that one, and it was really hot, but you can’t get those things anywhere.”

“Yes, you can. I have one.”

“What about the stuff they do in that book?” Tom clicked.

“Real.”

“And that one?” Tom sounded a little hysterical now, clicking on one title after another.

“Hardcore, but real.”

“And that one?”

“Honey, that book is about vampires. Those don’t exist.”

It didn’t seem to reassure Tom. “You mean, you really... You do that? You’ll do that to me?”

Mischa didn’t know if he was supposed to laugh or be worried about Tom’s reaction. This was like telling someone that Santa Claus didn’t exist. Only the other way around. Whatever.

He decided to be straightforward. “Yes. I intend for us to play with my toys this weekend. In fact, I want to plug you now.”

Tom stared. “Plug?”

“Yes. Like a dildo, only smaller. Listen, didn’t you pay any attention at all to those books?”

“I didn’t think it was something people do! I mean, I thought it was like that weird manga porn; it might be hot, but it would be really stupid to imagine it to be real.” Tom sounded a little lost now. At least Mischa had a cure for that. He put his hand under Tom’s chin, gently raising his boy’s face so he could kiss Tom. Thoroughly. Enough to make Tom whimper a little and forget about Santa coming alive. Okay, Mischa so had to let that metaphor slide.

“It is real, and we’re going to my playroom now. Seeing is believing, you know.” Mischa leered at Tom. “Therefore, my boy, it’s time to undress.” He got up, wanting them to get into the mode.

“Phone.”

Tom stared at him, obviously trying to process what was happening. Mischa stepped over, kissed him again, and stroked the boy’s hair. “It might be easier if you stop thinking about everything so much,” he said in a soft voice. “Just go with it. It makes me so hard when you surrender to me.” He had a feeling that Tom was being turned on by the concept of submission as well as by the real thing.

“Now, deep breath.” Tom did what he was told, and Mischa could see the tension drain from the tight shoulders, Tom’s eyes never leaving Mischa’s. Mischa reached out his hand demandingly. “Give me your phone. Now.”

Tom fumbled for it and gave it to him. Mischa put it on the table and slowly turned around, giving his boy some time to get into it. He crossed his arms and let his eyes wander up and down Tom.

“Undress.”

Tom caught Mischa’s eyes, and Mischa saw just a hint of a smile. Then the boy got up and started to undress. Tom wasn’t teasing, but there was no doubt that he was aware of the effect he had on Mischa. Cocky kid. Wonder if he could do something about that?

“Come with me.” He turned and went down the hallway to the playroom. He opened the door and turned to Tom, wanting to see the boy’s reaction.

***

Fuck. Just... Fuck.

Tom’s first thought was that those books were real. Very real.

Mischa’s playroom was huge. The first thing he saw was the cross in the back of the room, complete with leather straps to tie... someone up with. Tom’s brain did a very careful repression of the rest of that observation, and that suited Tom just fine.

He took a step into the room, then hesitated and looked at Mischa.

“Go ahead, have a look around.”

He carefully stepped further into the room, forcing himself to look away from the cross. There were plenty of other things to take in. Right ahead of him there was an arched bench, and further into the room there was a padded table, a strange bench, and something looking like a gynecological chair. Across from the chair, there was a frame with chains hanging from it. There was even an open bathroom with a Jacuzzi and a huge shower stall in the far corner of the room. The only normal thing in here except for the cabinets on his right was the bed in the left corner of the room.

The atmosphere in the room was odd, though. With the light wooden floors and the space, it seemed... nice. Tranquil. There were even windows, although they were covered with white curtains.

Tom started when he felt Mischa’s hand on his shoulder; he had almost forgotten that he wasn’t alone.

“What do you think about my playroom?”

Tom hesitated. “Well, I actually like it. According to all those books, I thought it would be darker. Scarier.”

“Yes, I’m not much for the conventional dungeons. Not enough light and not very hygienic.” Tom stared. Nope, Mischa wasn’t joking. Well, Tom had never tried to clean up a dungeon, so what did he know.

“When I built the house, I made this room a part of it from the beginning. A friend of mine had done the same thing, so I got in touch with his contractor. You don’t exactly get this kind of soundproofing in a regular building.” It might be private out here, but there was no reason to scare the wildlife.

Mischa came over, stood close behind Tom. Tom could feel the Dom’s hard on push into the top of his ass, and suddenly his mouth felt dry. In a good way. Mischa gently stroked his shoulders and spoke in a low voice. “I promised you a plug, didn’t I?”

Tom shivered; Mischa’s rumble and his breath on Tom’s neck went straight to Tom’s cock. He turned his head slightly after the sound.

“Yes, sir.”

“Then go pick one. Middle cabinet, first and second drawers from the top. I’m positive you’ll find something interesting.”

Tom pushed back, trying to get a little more of Mischa.

“Now, boy.” Mischa smacked him. The sound was loud in the quiet room. So was Tom’s moan.

Face burning, he went over to the cabinet, taking a deep breath and opening the top drawer. He stared.

There was everything here. The drawer had built-in compartments, and in each small space there was a toy. Some were colorful, some were realistic, some had remote controls, and one even had a strange, pump-like contraption. He reached out, but hesitated.

“You can touch them. Take them up, feel which one you’d like me to put in you.”

The thought made Tom’s breath hitch. He was going to have to take one of those things into him. He gingerly reached out, picking up a purple, oval plug. It was soft to the touch and a little wobbly, making him giggle.

“Those are nice and soft, aren’t they?” Mischa was watching Tom examining the toys.

“I like the colors.” Tom’s cheeks were burning, but that was getting to be a recurrent condition when he was with Mischa. “And they feel...” Like something I could take.

“Sexy? Fuckable?” Mischa smiled.

“Good.” He put the purple plug down and took up another, very realistic looking. It wasn’t that exciting, and he tried another in hard, black plastic. “Isn’t this one uncomfortable?”

“Well, it depends on what you want to achieve. It is hard to forget that you wear it, if that’s what you mean.”

Tom kept on probing, picking up and putting down. Then he took up a giant black thing. “Now this one, this isn’t for real, no matter what you say. Nobody can take that.”

Mischa had come closer, rubbing Tom’s ass. “You know, your sphincter is just a muscle. It can be made flexible just like the rest of your body.”

“Well, there’s flexible and then there’s Olympic gymnasts. This one belongs in the latter category.”

Mischa laughed obligingly. “You’d be surprised what you can do, but I think you’re right in not choosing that one today.”

It was more like never, but Tom didn’t see any reason to inform Mischa of that just yet.

“Open the next drawer, too. Those are my favorites.”

Tom did as he was told and then stopped dead in his tracks. Those were... oh. He could feel his cock start drooling.

The drawer was full of glass and metal. The glass plugs were little works of art, smooth and with beautiful patterns and bumps. Tom absently let his fingers wander over them. His eyes were glued to the metal in the other end of the drawer, though.

The metal plugs were shiny, different shapes, and looked heavy. He picked one up and weighed it in his hand.

“The weight makes you very aware of them. Some of them are so heavy that you even have to work to keep them in. Especially if you’ve just been fucked.” Mischa’s voice was husky.

Tom let his fingers wander, fascinated by the feeling of them. To have one of them in his ass... He tried not to moan. Mischa chuckled. “Are you ready to pick one?”