Ricochet (42 page)

surrender.

He realized that he'd only ever scratched the

surface of his own sub-space during their spanking

sessions before. Now he was falling far deeper,

floating away on a cloud of endorphins. His hands

were tied behind his back, rendering him

completely helpless and making his surrender

much easier.

Rick spanked him long and hard, until his

bottom felt like it was burning up, and he was

crying. It hurt so sweetly, and he begged

incoherently for it to stop, even if only for a

second, so he could have some respite and get his

breath back. Rick took no notice of his pleas, and

he granted no respite. He kept up that firm,

punishing pace, spanking him far harder and for far

longer than he'd ever done before. It took Matt

over the edge, sending him spiraling down even

further into his sub-space. He was with a top who

couldn't be fooled with any kind of fake

submission and who wouldn't take any notice of

his wheedling or begging. Rick was in control, and

Matt… wasn't.

Matt didn't even register when it finished,

until suddenly he realized the spanks had stopped,

and Rick was caressing his burning bottom with

sweeping strokes of his hand.

"Will you disobey me again?" Rick

demanded.

"No, Master," Matt replied, between gasping

sobs.

"If you do, I'll spank you twice as long and

twice as hard."

He moved his knees and tipped Matt onto the

floor, then took his leash out of his pocket, clipped

it into the ring on Matt's collar, and led him back to

his cushion. He kicked the cushion so that it was

sideways to the mirror and then pointed at it.

"Kneel," he ordered, and Matt obeyed

instantly, his movements feeling slow and

dreamlike. "Seeing that pretty ass squirming under

my hand has made me horny, so you're gonna suck

me off."

Rick opened his pants, and Matt waited

eagerly for a sight of his master's cock. He knew it

was big and hard because of how it had felt when

he'd been lying over Rick's knees, but he wasn't

prepared for the reality of it. Rick's cock was

huge. It was thick and long and immediately rose

up high when Rick released it. It was cut, and there

was a small pearl of pre-come glistening on the

slit. His balls were heavy, nestled in a thatch of

dark curls.

Rick took hold of his face and lifted it. "Open

your mouth, slave," he ordered, pushing his cock

between Matt's lips. Rick was so wide that Matt's

lips felt impossibly stretched around his breadth.

He choked a little, and Rick drew back but only to

reposition himself and thrust back into his mouth

again, even more forcefully this time.

Matt felt a thrill of humiliation. This wasn't

about him giving a blowjob - it was about his

master fucking his mouth, and he loved how

submissive that made him feel. Out of the corner of

his eye he could see himself in the mirror,

sideways on, and he realized that Rick had

positioned the cushion deliberately to make him

watch his own humiliation.

He was fascinated by the sight of himself

kneeling in front of his master, his hands tied

behind his back, his red ass glowing from his

recent spanking, being fucked in the mouth by this

giant cock. He was naked while Rick was still

fully clothed, a slave boy serving his master with

his mouth.

Rick thrust his cock back and forth between

his lips, and Matt could smell both the musky scent

of his master's arousal and the clean, sweet aroma

of his suit pants.

Rick wrapped a hand in his hair, keeping him

in position, and Matt concentrated on staying

upright and accepting his master's hard thrusts.

Matt had given a few blow jobs in his life, but he

had never had his mouth fucked like this, without

being able to exercise any control over what was

happening. Rick's thrusts became faster and more

urgent; Matt could feel he was getting close, and he

waited in anticipation, expecting Rick to spurt out

down his throat.

He felt Rick's balls tighten but just as he was

about to come Rick drew back, and, keeping his

hand wrapped tightly in Matt's hair, he ejaculated

all over Matt's chest.

The warm fluid splattered on Matt's skin and

slid down his collarbone and between his nipples.

Matt saw himself in the mirror, naked and on his

knees, with Rick's come decorating his body, and

realized that Rick had just marked him as his

possession.

"Clean me," Rick ordered, and Matt leaned

forward and gently licked his cock clean. "Good

boy. Now I have a nice long time to play with my

slave's helpless body before I get hard again. Then

I'll stick my cock in your tight virgin hole and fuck

you until you beg for mercy." Rick gave a satisfied

smile. "And next time, boy, I'll come deep inside

your ass."

Rick tucked his cock away in his pants,

zipped up, and then paused for a moment; Matt had

a faraway look in his eyes and was obeying his

orders without question now. It was time to move

things along and see how far he could take him

down - and whether Matt would trust him enough

to go with him on the journey.

"Come here." Rick snapped his fingers, and

Matt got up and trotted obediently to his side. Rick

liked how instant Matt's response was - he was

starting to really behave like a slave, responding

instinctively to his master's wishes, rather than

acting it. When they'd walked up the stairs earlier

it had obviously been Matt's first time on the end

of a leash, and he'd been trying too hard to get

everything right and be perfect, as always. Rick

didn't want perfection - he wanted Matt's true

submission, and he thought he was getting close.

Rick took a moment to fondle his slave, gently

touching and caressing him, and Matt arched into

his touch like a cat, which was also progress for

someone who guarded his personal space as

zealously as Matt. When he'd first touched him this

evening, Matt had jumped and gasped and

struggled to stay still, but now he seemed much

more comfortable with it. They were getting there.

Rick pulled Matt close and squeezed his

well-spanked ass; Matt made a little squeaking

sound, but he didn't try to pull away. He had

accepted Rick's right, as his master for the night, to

touch him however and wherever he liked.

Rick sucked on Matt's neck, hard enough to

hurt a little, and again Matt mewled but instead of

pulling away, he nestled in closer, moving his head

so that Rick had better access to his neck. Rick

squeezed his ass firmly at the same time, and Matt

buried his head in his chest, making those sweet

little mewling noises as Rick played with him.

"I'm going to tie you up properly now," he

purred into Matt's ear, and Matt shook a little, but

he made no protest. Rick knew how hard bondage

was for him, and he wondered whether it would

jerk him out of his sub-space. He had to try it

though. The sex scene on Monday had Jarvis tying

Ben to his bed and keeping him there for some

time, and Matt needed to face this fear if he was

going to get through it. Rick had taken him down as

far as he could before reaching this point; the rest

was up to Matt.

Rick led Matt over to the sling and positioned

him in it. Matt had clearly never been in a sling

before, and he was a little stiff and hesitant about

being maneuvered into it. "It's comfortable. Just

relax, boy," Rick ordered.

Matt glanced up at him, a dreamy look in his

eyes, and sank into the sling as directed. "Is this

how you want me, Master?" he asked softly.

"Yes, that's good. Now I'm going to tie you,

so you can't move."

Rick fastened Matt's wrist cuffs to the sling's

chains, immobilizing him within it, watching him

closely as he worked. Matt did pull on the cuffs a

few times but when he realized he was tied in

place, he relaxed.

Rick took hold of one of Matt's legs, lifted it

up so his ankle was above his shoulder, and

fastened the leg cuff high up on the sling's chains.

Then he did the same to Matt's other ankle. Finally,

he adjusted the sling so that Matt's legs were wide

apart. Then he took hold of Matt's hips and pulled

him forward a little, so that he was supported by

the sling but his buttocks were stretched wide

open, revealing the tight, puckered hole within.

It was an abjectly humiliating position to be

tied in, and Rick could see Matt's face flush in

response.

"Comfortable?" Rick leaned in close, trying

to gauge Matt's reaction.

Matt pulled on his ankle cuffs, but all that did

was make the sling sway. Matt tried again, and

Rick placed a hand on his chest, stroking him

firmly as Matt tested the bondage. At some point,

Matt would have to come to terms with the fact that

he was unable to get away. He'd always had some

semblance of control before - he could run,

struggle, and squirm when his emotions got too

much for him, but now he was completely

immobile. His legs were fastened above his

shoulders, his hands were tied, and his buttocks

were splayed open, leaving his hole vulnerable to

whatever Rick wanted to do to it.

"I… don't know…" Matt tugged on the

bondage again.

"It is if you relax." Rick went over to the

dresser, got a bottle of oil, and poured some into

the palms of his hands. He rubbed them together,

warming them, and then returned to Matt's side.

"I want my boy glistening," he said, placing

his hands on Matt's body and swirling oily patterns

on his skin.

A feeling of power stirred in Rick's belly. He

had a naked, collared, completely helpless

submissive in front of him, and he was

experiencing his top-space more intensely than

ever before.

Usually, he made the same old moves on a

sub - seducing them into his bed and then topping

them for their mutual pleasure. He didn't have to

take them down, or settle and soothe them, the way

he was doing with Matt. He rarely bothered with

bondage beyond tying a scarf around their wrists,

and he purposefully never even tried to get into

their heads. He'd never had to dig deep, find the

core of his own dominance, and make them feel it.

He'd only ever really made a pretense at

dominance in the past, but he knew that wasn't

enough this time. He'd never be able to convince

Matt to trust him and really let go if he wasn't

prepared to put himself out there too. They were

both vulnerable in this, even if Matt didn't realize

it. Rick had never put himself on the line as a dom

before, any more than Matt had put himself on the

line as a sub. They were both virgins in that

respect, and this was as new to Rick as it was to

Matt.

Rick poured some more oil into his hands and

then went lower, circling Matt's hole with his

fingers. Matt tensed up.

"Ssh… this is mine too," Rick told him,

sliding a finger inside Matt's body.

Matt tried to move, to get away from the

intrusion, but he couldn't; his bondage kept him

perfectly in position.

"You look so damn good," Rick said, taking a

moment to savor the view. "Look at yourself." He

went over to the mirror and brought it closer,

repositioning it so that Matt could get a good look

at himself. "Look at how you're tied." Rick

gestured to the way Matt's legs were fastened, high

over his shoulders, putting his red ass on display.

It was impossible for Matt to look in the mirror

and not have his eyes drawn to the dark hole

between his glowing ass cheeks.

Matt's body looked beautiful, glistening in the

dimly lit room, laid out like an offering for his

master to control. It was clear the scenario turned