Ricochet (44 page)

Rick said, stroking his nipples gently. "I want to

keep the pressure on them while I work on other

parts of your body, so…" Matt caught a glimpse of

something silver dangling from Rick's fingers, and

then he screamed as his master fastened a clamp

around his left nipple.

Emily had put clamps on him before, for

punishment, but she'd never taken him into sub-

space first, or lovingly ensured that his nipples

were this sensitive before using the clamps. She'd

never created a space in which it was anything

other than sharp and unpleasant.

This was a completely different experience.

Matt could no longer tell where pain ended and

pleasure began and vice versa; his body was just a

mass of sensation. He yelled as Rick fastened the

other clamp around his right nipple, the rubber tip

digging relentlessly into his already sensitized

flesh.

"Well done." Rick pressed a kiss to his

forehead, and Matt gazed up at him, completely

dazed. "Oh, you're in deep, aren't you?" Rick

grinned. "That's good because there's a lot more I

want to do to you while I've got you tied up and at

my mercy."

He disappeared from view, and then Matt

opened his mouth and roared as he felt Rick's

tongue sliding into his hole. He'd never been

rimmed before, and it felt fantastic. His hands

were bound, his legs were tied wide open, and his

nipples were aching, but Rick's tongue was

sending him into the stratosphere as it teased his

opening relentlessly.

So much pleasure… so many sensory

experiences… Matt was lost now, incapable of

coherent thought as his bound, clamped body was

exquisitely licked and tortured by a superb master

who knew exactly what he was doing.

His cock was rigid, but the sub in him knew

that he'd been forbidden his release until his

master said so. That was pure instinct because he

was beyond doing anything consciously right now.

Suddenly the warm, delicious sensation in his

hole stopped.

"Time for me to fuck you," a faraway voice

said.

"Yes, Master," Matt whispered dreamily. He

couldn't wait to serve his master in that way, to

open up his body to his master's cock, and for his

master to take his pleasure in him. He was a slave;

it was what he was for.

He felt an oiled finger sliding into his hole,

slipping in easily, and then another. The sling was

so comfortable that all he had to do was relax and

let his master finger fuck him, stretching him and

opening him up wide. He'd need to be well

stretched because he vaguely recalled that his

master had a big, fat cock that would rip him open

if not. Even well stretched it was likely to hurt, but

he didn't care. That didn't matter.

His nipples felt sore, and he wasn't sure why.

His ass was flaming hot and sore as well, and his

legs were bound, wide open, presenting his master

with easy access. He was just a naked, willing

slave, awaiting his master's pleasure.

He saw his master undressing, slowly

removing his tie, shirt, vest and pants. He took off

his shoes and socks, and then stood up and came

back towards his slave, his big, pulsing, erect cock

jutting out massively in front of him.

"You still with me?" His master stood over

him and brushed his hair out of his eyes.

"Yes, Master." It was as if the words came

out without him actually having to think of saying

them. They were automatic and instinctive.

"Good - because I want you to feel every

second of me fucking you. You can come when I

say so, and not before."

"Yes, Master."

Matt watched his master walk back towards

his exposed buttocks and take up position there.

Then he felt something pressing insistently against

his anus. He tried to relax, to be as open as he

possibly could and welcome his master's cock into

him, but it was so big, and it was stretching him so

wide, that he didn't think he could accommodate it.

He began to plead incoherently, but he didn't

know if he was begging his master to take it out or

shove it all the way in.

"Open up for me," his master said, stroking

his thighs. "Let me in."

"No, no, yes…" Matt babbled, trying to relax

his body as ordered. "Yes… no… please!"

There was a surge of movement, and he felt

his master's cock finally breach his hole. In his

befuddled state, he wondered if this was what it

was like to serve at temple, to offer yourself up

completely to something outside of yourself and let

it possess you.

Acceptance.

His body was so sore, and his hole felt like it

was being torn open, but that didn't matter. His

body existed solely for his master's pleasure, and

his surrender was all the sweeter for it being hard

and uncomfortable. It had to be, in order for him to

feel that he was really giving his master something

worth owning.

"That's it, take it… take it all," his master

said, and then suddenly he pushed in hard, plowing

Matt's hole with his thick, hard cock. It shouldn't

fit. Matt didn't understand how it could fit, but then

he felt his master's balls slapping up against his

ass, and he knew his cock was embedded fully

inside him.

It was a massive intrusion. Matt could think

of nothing else except how his master's cock was

lodged deep inside him, and he couldn't move, or

resist. He could only accept.

Acceptance.

Slowly, his body seemed to adjust around it,

and now it didn't seem like an intrusion. It felt

good, like it belonged there.

His master moved his hips, and Matt gasped

as stars exploded behind his eyes. He felt his

master's hands on his thighs, holding him tightly in

position, and then his master began thrusting into

him, riding his slave hard.

Matt was tied, his nipples were aching, and

his hole was being battered by something huge and

powerful, and yet for the first time in his life he

felt like he was free. The pleasures came one after

another, zinging through his sensitized flesh,

merging with the pain and making his body

convulse with the intensity of the experience.

Matt flung his head back, opened his mouth,

and howled. He screamed out a lifetime of striving

to be perfect, of always being anxious, and of

needing to be in control, letting it all go.

His master rode him hard, keeping a tight

hold on his thighs as he pounded into his hole,

showing him no mercy as he claimed him

completely and made him his own.

Matt was dimly aware of his master's hand on

his cock, stroking it hard.

"You can come," his master said, and Matt's

body, bypassing his brain, instantly did just that,

his come spurting out of him in great gushes. As he

orgasmed, his hole clenched tightly around the big

cock inside him, milking it, and he heard his

master convulse and roar out his own pleasure.

There was nothing for a long while, and then

his master withdrew from his hole, leaving it

feeling empty. His body, which at first had

protested so much about that massive intrusion,

now ached from the loss of it.

He didn't have time to think about that

because of the sharp sensation in his nipples that

made him cry out.

"Ssh, I have to remove these," his master

said, and he heard the clinking of the clamps as

they were cast to one side.

He was dimly aware of a washcloth on his

face, then his chest, and finally his anus, cool and

soothing, and then his cuffs were removed.

He was picked up bodily, carried over to the

bed, and gently placed on it. The sheets felt too

cold against his warm skin, and he cried out.

"Hey, it's okay." A blanket was drawn up

over him, and then the lights were turned out, and

his master got into the bed beside him, took him in

his arms, and held him close.

He rested his head on his master's broad chest

and lay there happily. He could hear the steady

thrum of heartbeats, but he didn't want to count

them. He just enjoyed listening to them instead as

they soothed him to sleep.

Rick woke up in the middle of the night and

wondered briefly where he was. This wasn't his

bedroom, and he had his arms wrapped around a

sub, which hadn't happened in weeks. Then he

remembered, and he smiled and pulled Matt's

sleeping body closer.

It felt good being so close to Matt. Usually,

Matt kept everyone at bay - he wasn't much of a

hugger, and even the twins knew not to throw their

arms around him too often as it made him antsy. So

there was a special kind of pleasure in being able

to hold him close, like having won the trust of a

feral cat enough for it to allow itself to be petted.

Rick glanced over Matt's shoulder to the

clock on the nightstand: 3:08am, and Matt was still

his slave until nine. Rick had been very specific

about that in the contract because he knew Matt

had a tendency to shove people away, and he didn't

want him running off straight after the play session

without a coming down period.

Matt was lying facing him, one arm resting on

Rick's chest, looking very young and ridiculously

beautiful. Rick had slept with countless pretty subs

before, but Matt's beauty went deeper. He wasn't

conventionally good-looking, like so many of the

plastic-pretty subs Rick usually picked up in

nightclubs. There was a depth to Matt's beauty that

he'd never fully appreciated before. It wasn't just

the sharp planes of his cheekbones that were

softened by the pallor of his skin, or the mop of

blond hair that could look sleek and shiny or an

endearingly tousled mess. It wasn't his vivid blue

eyes that counted everything they saw, and it

wasn't even the way his lips were slightly crooked,

giving every smile a shy quality, as if it had been

coaxed out of him. All of those were fascinating

enough, but it was Matt's seductive combination of

vulnerability and strength that Rick found

irresistible. Matt had a way of looking lost and yet

unreachable that made him an eternal challenge for

any dom.

Yet he was here, in his arms, and Rick had

earned that trust and intimacy. Matt had never

surrendered to any other dom before; Rick was the

only one who had been able to peel back the

layers, find the sub within, and liberate him, and

that was an amazing feeling.

Rick's cock stirred hungrily - his victory had

been so sweet that he wanted to taste it again. He

reached over to get some oil from the nightstand

and slicked it onto his cock, stroking until he was

hard and ready.

Then he leaned over and kissed Matt gently.

Matt mumbled something in his sleep, and Rick ran

his hand over Matt's thigh and then slid it between

his legs, parting them.

"You're still my slave," he murmured into

Matt's ear.

"Mmmm?" Matt moved his head sleepily.

"I want to fuck my slave again." Rick rolled

on top of Matt, grabbing his arms as he moved. He

pushed them over Matt's head, and Matt woke up

with a start.

Rick captured Matt's mouth in a kiss, and

Matt moaned softly and opened up to him easily,

clearly still in his sub-space and very receptive to

Rick's advances.

Rick pushed Matt's legs open and nudged his

cock into Matt's hole. Matt was still loose and

open from the vigorous fucking of a few hours ago,

and Rick's cock slid in much more smoothly this

time. Matt gave a little sigh as Rick opened him

up, pushing in deep.

Rick paused, looking down on him, and then

he lowered his head and kissed him again. Kissing

Matt while his cock was embedded deep inside his

body was intoxicating, and Rick felt like he was

claiming his slave completely, with both his cock

and his tongue.

He kept Matt pinned to the bed with the