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he cried out as Rick pushed into him.

Rick stroked Matt's thighs. "Stop thinking," he

urged. "Just surrender." Then he moved his hips

and thrust in deep, right up the hilt, in one smooth

move. Matt felt pinned down by his weight,

restrained and out of control, and an old struggle

resurfaced.

"Please… oh shit… that's too much, Rick."

Matt put his hands on Rick's chest, holding him at

bay.

"Ssh." Rick pushed Matt's arms above his

head and held them there, making it clear he'd

accept no resistance. Then he dipped his head and

claimed Matt's mouth in another deep, hungry kiss.

Matt's entire existence narrowed to this one

point - Rick, in him and all around him, his tongue

forcefully exploring his mouth and his cock

embedded deep inside his body. Rick was such a

deadly mix of tenderness and raw dominance that

it was overwhelming, and Matt arched up in panic.

"No." Rick took hold of Matt's head and

looked down into his eyes. He seemed to read

Matt like a book, understanding every single

confused emotion flailing inside him.

Matt moved his head to one side, looking

away. His ass ached from being stretched so

impossibly wide, and he moaned softly in protest.

Rick held his head firmly in place so that Matt had

no choice but to look into his eyes.

"You're wearing my collar," Rick said firmly.

Suddenly, Matt understood. Rick wasn't

asking him for his submission. He wasn't coaxing

and teasing it out of him the way he had done

before. No, Matt was his collared sub, and his

submission was Rick's by right.

Rick wasn't asking for his submission - he

was taking it.

Rick had never felt stronger or more

powerful. He was where he wanted to be, buried

deep inside his sub's beautiful body. He didn't

have to hold back, play act, or hide his own

strength. This sub was his, and with him, Rick

could be his true self. He didn't have to be afraid

of the dom inside anymore. Matt knew him and

loved him for who he was.

Matt shifted again, and again Rick brought his

attention back to him.

"You're my collared sub," he said proudly,

fiercely, wanting Matt to understand the depth of

submission he required from him.

Matt's eyes flickered in acknowledgement,

and Rick rewarded him with a kiss. He loved the

dual sensations of having his cock embedded deep

inside Matt's warm, tight hole while he forcefully

explored his mouth with his tongue. Matt's body

relaxed another fraction, and Rick sensed his

victory was close.

"Surrender," Rick said, looking down on Matt

hungrily. "You're beautiful, you're mine, and I love

you. Surrender to me."

Matt smiled up at him, and Rick felt the last

piece of resistance flee his body, leaving it

compliant and relaxed. A wave of possessive

pride swept through him; now it was time to claim

his prize and imprint his ownership indelibly on

his sub's consciousness. He drew back and thrust

in again - hard. Matt gasped and threw his head

back, his eyes flashing with pleasure.

Rick got into a powerful rhythm, angling in so

that he was hitting Matt's prostate with each

forceful thrust, and Matt's eyes widened in

astonished bliss, as if he'd been unaware that

anything could ever feel this good.

Rick rode him even harder, relentlessly,

without mercy. Matt needed to trust that Rick

would always be there to catch him when he went

down into his sub-space, but in order for Matt to

submit, Rick had to dominate. He did that now,

with every fiber of his being.

They locked gazes, and Matt's expression of

trust and desire turned Rick on like nothing else.

He was a dom and this was his sub, two halves of

a perfect whole, and together they were one.

Time seemed to stand still as Rick thrust into

his sub, owning his body completely, and Matt

gazed up at him with a hazy, pleasure-drenched

expression on his face. He submitted to his dom

without reserve, allowing Rick to take everything

he wanted - and Rick wanted it all.

Matt's cock was hard between both their

bodies; Rick reached down and took it in his fist,

pumping it in time to his own inward thrusts.

"You can come," he said, and it didn't take

long. Seconds later he felt Matt's come pulsing out

over his hand and splashing onto his belly. Matt

cried out and his hole tightened and clenched

around Rick's cock in his moment of orgasm,

sending Rick over the edge too.

Rick threw his head back and roared out his

triumph as he came deep inside his collared sub's

body. He was invincible. He'd collared a sub,

demanded his submission, and made him his own.

The dom inside, who he'd kept leashed for so

long, had finally been set free.

Matt's hole throbbed, aching and hot, but he

hated it when Rick withdrew. He wondered how

he'd ever found it hard to take Rick's cock into his

body - now it felt like it belonged there, and he

craved it, wanting it back again.

"Turn over." Rick guided him onto his front

and continued exploring his sub's body, kissing and

licking, nibbling and biting, leaving traces of his

ownership everywhere, imprinted on Matt's skin.

Matt didn't squirm or pull away anymore - he

relaxed and surrendered to his dom's touch,

trusting him totally.

He wasn't aware of Rick leaving his side, but

somehow his dom seemed to have acquired a wet

washcloth which he wiped over their bodies,

removing the sweat and come, so they could start

all over again.

Hours passed in their slow exploration of

each other. They dozed, and made love, and dozed

again. At one point, an ache in Matt's bladder

reminded him of other needs, and he slipped away

from the bed and into the bathroom to relieve

himself.

As he reached for his cock, Rick came up

behind him and brushed his hand aside. "Let me,"

he said, holding Matt's cock for him and pointing it

at the toilet. Matt felt himself holding back from

pissing, feeling tense, and Rick kissed the side of

his face. "Remember you're mine now, Matt - all

of you." He squeezed Matt's cock firmly. "Let it

go."

Matt relaxed and leaned back against his

dom, doing as he was told. The flow of warm fluid

came out of him easily, and he found he wasn't

embarrassed to be helped in such a personal act.

Afterwards, Rick relieved himself and then

swept Matt up in his arms and carried him back to

the bed to continue making love to him.

Day turned into night as Rick played with his

body. He came in Matt's ass, in his mouth, and all

over his chest and belly. He marked him with

bites, claimed him with kisses, and loved him into

submission.

He turned Matt's body in his big hands to

position him where he wanted, then entered him

and owned him all over again, each time sweeter

than the last.

Matt lost track of time. He opened his mouth

when Rick placed his cock in it, came when Rick

sucked on his own cock, and held open his ass

cheeks to take his dom's cock in his hole. He lay

on his back when Rick placed him there, or got

onto on his hands and knees, or put his legs on

Rick's shoulders, or knelt at Rick's feet,

instinctively obeying his dom without question.

He didn't know how many times he came, but

just when he'd recovered from his previous

orgasm, Rick would somehow manage to coax

another one out of him.

Sometimes, Rick rested beside him for a little

while, but he never stopped touching Matt even

then. His hands roved over Matt's body, teasing,

tweaking and stroking as they caught their breath.

Rick had said he wanted them to lose

themselves in making love, to be a dom and his

collared sub, responding to each other only as that,

and Matt hadn't really understood what he meant at

the time.

Now he did.

Each time Rick thought he couldn't possibly

orgasm again, his cock hardened. Matt's body was

so effortlessly compliant now that Rick no longer

had to make any verbal commands. They were so

in tune that all he had to do was nudge Matt's leg

with his hand, and Matt would move it; or touch

Matt's hole with his finger, and Matt would lift his

bottom obligingly, so Rick could enter him.

When he sucked down on Matt's nipples his

sub moaned and arched his back, pressing them

into Rick's mouth even more. When he pushed his

cock into Matt's mouth, his sub sucked down on it

greedily. When he guided Matt onto his back, his

sub opened his legs for him; and when he placed

him onto his front, he rested his chest on the pillow

and reached back to pull his buttocks apart, so that

Rick could glide into him.

One time, Rick placed Matt on his back,

lubed his own asshole, and then impaled himself

on Matt's cock. He held Matt down as he rode his

cock hard, dominating him as effortlessly in this

position as all the others.

Another time, he picked Matt up, pushed him

against the wall, and held him there while he

fucked him with long, leisurely strokes, kissing his

sub with equally long, lazy kisses.

There was no urgency now. He explored his

sub's body slowly, taking his time, finding pleasure

in the little things - like the freckle on Matt's belly,

the old childhood scar on his leg, and the swollen

redness of his thoroughly sucked nipples. He roved

over Matt's skin with his mouth and fingers, finding

all the marks he'd put on him, moving slowly from

one to the next, licking and kissing each one as he

went.

The sun shone through the drapes, bathing

them in its warmth for a long time, and then it was

gone again as they dozed, and made love, and

dozed once more.

Then it was night-time again, and Rick slid

his hard cock into his sub one final time, rested his

chin on Matt's shoulder, and held him tight as they

both fell fast asleep.

Daylight.

It punctuated the haze in Matt's brain, and he

came to, slowly. He moved his leg and moaned as

his body ached sweetly in response. Rick's soft

cock was still lodged in his hole and his dom's

hand was resting on his thigh.

"Hey," a voice whispered sleepily in his ear.

"Hey," Matt whispered back, and then he

whimpered as Rick pulled out of him.

"Ssh - can't stay there forever, although it is

where I always want to be," Rick said with a little

chuckle.

Matt turned over to look at him. "Did we just

spend a night and a day making love?" he asked

incredulously.

"Mmm." Rick smiled.

"I didn't know that was humanly possible."

"I think we did take some breaks."

Matt remembered sipping some water and

being cleaned repeatedly with a washcloth, but the

memories were hazy, as if they'd been a dream.

Rick ran a thumb over his cheek, and Matt

opened his mouth and sucked on it immediately.

"That was amazing," Rick said softly. "I've never

been so completely in my top-space before."

"I was the same! So completely into my sub-

space that I was pure sensation; I wasn't thinking at

all. I had no idea it could be so good."

"I know." Rick stroked his hand lazily along

Matt's thigh. "Damn it, we've both been stupid,

blind idiots for so long!"

"But we got there - in the end." Matt twirled

his fingers through Rick's thick, dark hair. "It was

like it is in the books or on TV - only I've never

felt it that way before."

"Neither have I."

"A night and day making love!" Matt said

incredulously, trying to wrap his head around that.

"Oh shit - did we eat anything? I'm starving!" He

glanced down at his concave stomach.

Rick laughed. "Don't worry. I'll cook us the