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Carl groaned and rubbed his face against the bulge. James could feel the smooth skin dampen with sweat from arousal as Carl's breath quickened and he adjusted himself again on the bench to accommodate the growing erection.

“Do you want my cock, boy?”

“Yes sir.”

“Ask for it.”

Silence. Not used to begging for favors, Carl hesitated and James stepped out of reach. He could wait while the boy decided whether to obey or not.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, may I... ” He took a deep breath of air to steady his nerves. “Please, may I suck your cock, sir?”

“You may.” James took his time disrobing, staying in Carl's line of sight. He toed off his loafers, no socks, and pulled off the shirt. As the trappings of civilization fell away, piece by piece, a primal man emerged. Proud of the way his body looked, he prized the lust in the other man's eyes when his cock sprang free. Kicking away the trousers and silk boxers, he returned to the bench and Carl's mouth.

Pinned in place, Carl had no way to move and it was up to James to rock his hips so his shaft slid into and out of the wet lips. He moved slowly to keep Carl from panicking. This was his first time in restraints and it would be all too easy to choke him. Unable to resist, his hands resumed their exploration of the solid body.

Stretching, James could run his fingers just inside the crack of Carl's ass to tease him. He loved the way it clenched, the muscles quivering in the effort to keep him out. He stayed there and used the sub's mouth for a while, loving the pull on his cock and the feeling of power.

He had missed this. Playing with professional submissives or boys who just wanted a cheap thrill never gave him the satisfaction he craved. They only wanted the scene and James was just another Dom. This though, this was a true relationship of give and take. No matter what Carl believed his motivations were, he was attracted to James and was willing to subjugate himself to have him.

The boy was getting tired, his neck had to be feeling the strain by now and James reluctantly withdrew from him. “That was very nice, Carl. Let your head drop forward and rest.” He massaged the shoulders and neck again to loosen the muscles. When he could feel them relax and heard Carl sigh, he stopped.

“Thank you, sir.”

James almost asked if the gratitude was for the cock or the care to his neck, but Carl was quietly waiting for whatever happened next and James did not want to disturb the fragile acceptance with ill-timed humor.

He walked around the bench, picking up a bottle of lube on the way and stood behind the magnificent globes of Carl's buttocks. Paler than the rest of the body, they looked innocent. James shook his head. Admittedly, an ass man, he grew fanciful at the sight of Carl's firm cheeks.

He coated his fingers with lube and once again teased the crease and tiny hole. One finger gently pushed into the tight orifice and Carl's calm was shattered.

“I don't think I want to be trapped here while you fuck me, Jam... sir.”

“I get the feeling you really don't like being fucked. Why?” He kept his finger moving. “Even I enjoy topping from the bottom now and then.”

“Good. Can we do that?”

He chuckled. “No. Answer the question, boy.”

“It hurts like the devil. I don't understand how other guys do it. Pain sluts maybe.”

“What kind of cretins have you been with? Hurting someone that way is just careless. I promise you will like this, Carl.”

“Cretins. I'll have to remember that word for... Oh Man!” Two fingers found the sweet spot inside and the damp sheen on Carl's back returned.

“Just relax and trust me to make this good for you. Yes?”

“Yes sir.”

Two fingers became three and the younger man's head dropped down again as he realized James was not going to stop. Patience is its own reward and eventually the glide of James’ fingers became easier as the muscles loosened.

James pressed more lube inside before he slicked his cock and positioned it at the entrance. “You know what to do, Carl. I'm sure you've told a man or two to bear down, so I want you to do that now.”

Carl grunted as the cockhead popped in, but James sighed at grip the of the near-virgin sphincter. Keeping the thrusts shallow, he began to move. Going deep looked good in the porn flicks, but in reality, Carl could not comfortably take a whole shaft. It had been a long time between fucks and James appreciated that fact. He was so hard at this point, it didn't matter— he was going to come long before he wanted to.

The hole was hot and tight, clasping James each time he pulled away. Too soon, it was over. James rode the waves of ecstasy and pumped his release into Carl's perfect ass.

By now, Carl was panting underneath him, but he knew the man could not come while his cock was ignored and his ass ached, so he left the warmth of his boy's body and made quick work of releasing the leather cuffs that held him to the bench.

He was still hard enough to slide into Carl again, this time with ease as his own juice added lubrication. The freed man shook his arms out and braced himself against the bench to raise his torso. The change in angle caused James to sink further into him. Both men groaned.

“I will hold you up, Carl. Jack yourself to finish off.”

“Yes. Christ, yes.” The man was desperate to come and he leaned back into James’ embrace. His hand flew as he rushed toward climax, crying out as he did.

James gritted his teeth when the heat surrounding his cock clenched. Unbelievably, he had a second, smaller surge of pleasure. He could not remember ever doing that before, but he knew it was something he would want to repeat.

His instincts about people were usually good. Yet, that did not necessarily guarantee a lover would want the same things he did. His past was proof of that. With Carl, his instincts were dead on. Carl was going to be perfect.

Hours later, Carl woke up and full recall of the evening's events poured into his mind. He could only compare the experience to downhill racing or maybe the Free Fall ride at Six Flags. Fear gave way to desire. Desire gave way to the thrill of fulfillment, spectacular fulfillment. From the unexpected rush of being tied down to the best orgasm of his life, he could never have predicted how alive it made him feel.

When he walked into the playroom, awareness of what he had agreed to truly sank in. Even the scorching kiss James gave him did not banish his nerves. Bending over the bench was the hardest thing he'd ever done. Or, maybe it was allowing himself to be cuffed.

Even so, he might have worried more when James bared his ass if the man had not been so admiring. He'd sounded reverent, making the moment about sex instead of bondage and Carl was back on familiar ground. Knowing that everything James did during a scene was calculated, he would not be surprised if the man had known Carl needed that grounding.

The sex, however, astonished him. Completely helpless and unable to participate actively, he could only go for the ride. His memories of giving up his ass in college hadn't prepared him for the incredible experience of being fucked by James.

Later, James had been true to his word and easily held him as his legs threatened to give out when he came. He was stronger than he looked. The thought made Carl smile because the man looked amazing. The result of the surprising striptease was a view of a toned body that made him drool. James was hot!

He was attentive too. He took Carl to the bathroom off the playroom and showered with him. James inspected his wrists and ankles for damage and tucked him into James’ own bed. After thinking that he might have to sleep on the floor leashed to the bedpost, he was grateful for the arms around him as he fell asleep.

“How do you feel?”

Carl hadn't realized James was awake. “Good. You?”

The low rumble of James’ chuckle went through him. “Good. I meant are you disturbed by our little scene at all?”

“No. I don't think so. I admit that I was ready to call it quits at one point, but I can't claim to be traumatized by fantastic sex, can I?”

“Then you are okay with continuing?”

“Yeah. I'm surprised that we're here in the same bed though. I expected to be— property, I guess.”

“I told you I don't want a slave. I want a lover who lets me have my wicked way with him. I need you to respect me at all times, of course, but blind obedience and subservient decorum are for scenes.” James tightened his arms on Carl. “It's still early, sleep. We have a long day ahead.”

The second time Carl woke it was to sunlight and a hand on his cock.

A whisper in his ear, “I don't want you to come yet, not until I say you may,” sent shivers down his spine. Goosebumps joined the shivers as a spit-slick finger entered his ass to rub the prostate gently.

“So, basically, you don't want me to come while you do your damnedest to make me come?”

“The very essence of what I do,” was the amused reply.

They were both quiet then as James leisurely drove Carl crazy. Still not used to letting another take the lead, he tried to reach back and touch the stiff member pressed against his hip until James stopped all motion. Damn! He returned his hand to his chest and willed James to continue the torture.

“Lie on your back, Carl.” The hands disappeared and he rolled back, his cock full and warm on his belly.

“Grab the headboard.” James pulled him down further on the bed so that when he held the iron spindles (it figured) of the headboard, he was stretched the length of the bed. He watched as James straddled his torso, putting the fat cock of his lover at his lips. Needing no instruction now, he licked at the head before sucking half the length into his mouth.

James wrapped his hands around Carl's in a fierce grip and rode his face. Carl was good at this. He loved the feel and flavor of a cock in his mouth. In spite of its size and his position, he took the flesh in without choking. Rewarded by James’ moan, he began lifting his head to take it all and work his throat on the tip. Suddenly, James was in a hurry and he could only hold himself still, breathing through his nose.

“Oh, you are a good boy!” James half-laughed as his flesh pumped salty fluids into Carl's mouth and his legs twitched by Carl's ears.

Carl kept tonguing the head until the pulsing stopped and the man above him moved off. “Please sir.” He moaned and his grip on the posts became painful. “Please may I come?”

“Yes, boy. Come.”

Carl sighed in gratitude as first a hand and then a mouth stroked his dick. The orgasm hit quickly, startling him, and he gasped as his balls emptied, making a mess of his stomach when James pulled off to watch. “Thank you, sir.” He said, not realizing that they had instinctively slipped into their Dom/sub roles.

Breakfast was a tasteful array of fruits and whole grain cereals. Coffee was the only thing served that was not strictly healthy, but as James pointed out— it was the nectar of the gods. The rest of the morning passed uneventfully. If one could call parading around in Hawaiian pajama bottoms in front of the housekeeper uneventful. She was a very nice young woman, by the way. She smiled at him and shook her head. He had the eerie feeling that she knew exactly what they were doing. God!

Carl donned socks and running shoes and they grabbed water bottles before going out to jog around the pond. The trail was deeply shadowed in the morning light and the birds only added to the natural peacefulness of the run. The easy pace, listening to your own breathing, was something Carl loved. He did not get to run as much as he wanted lately as the papers requested more stories. Success was nice, but he missed this.

The last leg of the trail, they slowed to a walk to cool down. Carl decided to use the camaraderie.

“I would like to understand how a man chooses to be a Dominate or submissive,” he began.

“I don't think it is a choice. For me, it was a matter of acknowledgment. I lost my fair share of lovers with my need to control before I discovered BDSM.”

“How did you get started? Who taught you?”

James grinned. “The Leatherman opened. There were ads for it in the free newspapers that floated around the college and I went there on my twenty-first birthday. I loved it, but by the time I found out you could sign up to do scenes, it was too late.”

“For what?”

“I was on my second drink and they have a strict policy against drinking alcohol and playing. It worked out, though. I met Master Brian and he became a tutor of sorts.”

“He showed you the ropes?”

James took a swipe at Carl's head. “Cute. No, actually, he taught me how to be a sub.”

I don't understand. You aren't a sub.”

“No, not even close, but if I wanted to whip someone or tie him up, then I needed to know how that feels. I also needed to know how to wield that whip, so I subbed for Brian for a year before going back to The Leatherman alone.”

“You taught Mike the same way.”

“Did Mike tell you that?”

“No, I overheard him talking to his lover in the Mall. He was singing your praises.”

“Hmm. Yes, I taught Mike the same way. A few others as well.”

“All this teaching and now me. When was the last time you took a lover just because you wanted him?”

They reached the rear of the house and James ignored the question. “Clean up and meet me in the playroom.”

“Should I... ah... ”

James burst out laughing. “No. We will play after dinner when Susan has gone for the day. The enema can wait until then.”

“Good. That is... good.”

Finishing his shower, Carl entered the bedroom and found a new pair of pants, this time with red peppers all over them. James’ affection for silly subwear was one more thing he couldn't fathom. The man was a mass of contradictions.

James brought cucumber sandwiches and flavored water to the playroom. After they ate, the two men passed the afternoon as Carl learned about the different types of whips, paddles and restraints. Fascinated by the variations and the colors, he supposed that sensual people would want all the senses involved. The look of the ‘toys’ (James really did have an odd sense of humor) fit into that need.