Shifting Changes (The First Shift) (8 page)

His
cock filled and it was all Shayonn could do to not just start humping Faolan’s
thigh. A gasp slipped from his lips and he rearranged his position, bringing
his lips to Faolan’s neck and the bare patch of skin. He kissed it, licked it
with the tip of his tongue, savouring the flavours he remembered so well.
Faolan responded with a low growl and a tilt of his hips that brought the hard
ridge of his own erection in line with Shayonn’s.

Breaking
the tight embrace, Shayonn leaned back a bit so he could undo the buttons on
Faolan’s shirt. Faolan chuckled. “Easy, kid. We’re outside, remember?”

“Yes,”
Shayonn panted, impatiently tugging at the reluctant buttons. “But this corner
can’t be seen from the palace and no one ever comes here, apart from the
gardener. He was here only yesterday, so we’re safe.”

“What
about your mother?”

“What
about her?”

“I
don’t think she’d be too pleased if I fucked her son in her own back yard.”

Shayonn
snorted. “With everything that you know about my mother, do you honestly think
she’d give a toss? She’s going to marry me off as soon as she can with the sole
aim for me to have children.” He shot Faolan a wink. “Besides, what makes you
think you get to fuck her son in her back yard?”

Faolan
seemed indecisive for a moment longer, then he smiled and reached for Shayonn’s
shirt. “Indeed, I don’t think she’d care. And as to that other question of
yours… I think you’re dying for me to slam my dick into your sweet little hole
and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” He plucked at the first button, then,
when it didn’t give, he simply grabbed the shirt and ripped it open, sending
buttons flying everywhere. In a motion that was too fast for Shayonn to follow,
he had pulled the garment over Shayonn’s shoulders and put a knot in it,
securing it in a way that left Shayonn effectively tied up.

“What…”
Shayonn started but Faolan silenced him with a quick, scorching kiss.

“You’re
a spoiled brat, Prince Shayonn,” he whispered against Shayonn’s mouth. “You’re
young, selfish and irresponsible. You use people and manipulate them for your
own purposes. You deserve a good spanking for all your lies and schemes, and
that is exactly what I’m going to give you—before I fuck you so hard you won’t
remember your own name. I’ve been waiting for this since the first time I met
you.”

Shayonn
hadn’t put up the least resistance during Faolan’s short speech. It seemed his
brain had lost all ability to control his tongue. Rage and indignity had flared
up in him, but those feelings were easily overpowered by arousal. Shayonn’s
cock was hard enough to drill a hole into the ground and aching with the need
to be touched. Tilting his hips, Shayonn tried to rub himself on Faolan’s leg,
but Faolan escaped him. “Nn-nn,” he scolded softly. “None of that, I’m afraid.
If you want to come, you’ll have to earn it.”

Faolan
met Shayonn’s mouth and the slick tip of his tongue darted out, slipped between
Shayonn’s lips and parted them. Shayonn moaned as their tongues collided,
touched and caressed, tentative at first then in an increasingly passionate
dance of lust. Pleasure sparked in his loins and he moaned helplessly.

Faolan’s
hands were on his hips now, holding Shayonn in place as he pressed their groins
together. They were both hard and their cocks rubbed against one another,
grinding and stroking. Faolan felt so good against him. His strong,
solid-muscled body was different to any partner Shayonn had ever been with and
the way he took control and showed Shayonn exactly how he wanted him made
Shayonn’s head spin with desire. He thrust against Faolan’s compact strength,
suckled and licked his tongue as they kissed until he thought he could come
from nothing more than this but Faolan surprised him by slowing down and
leaning back. He undid Shayonn’s fly, pushed down his trousers and slapped his
thigh to make him step out of them, then quickly took off his own clothes.

Faolan’s
cock was magnificent. More than average in length and width, it stood straight
and proud. Shayonn licked his lips. He longed to taste Faolan, to lap up the
small bead of clear liquid that glistened on the head of this handsome erection
and it seemed Faolan could read his thoughts. He chuckled.

“Wanna
suck my dick?”

“Yes.”
Shayonn’s answer was a mix of a purr and a growl. He was so horny for this man,
so full of need. Faolan placed a big hand on Shayonn’s head and pushed him
down, right onto his huge erection. Shayonn opened his mouth willingly. The fat
head slid over his lips and tongue, pushed against the roof of his mouth and
hit the back of his throat. Shayonn nearly choked but Faolan’s hand remained
locked around his head, holding him in place as Faolan began to thrust into his
mouth.

Shayonn
fought his gag reflex. Fuck, he’d given head before and some of the guys had
been big, but Faolan beat them all. He struggled to adapt to the intrusion and
match the rhythm of Faolan’s in and out strokes. The man moved slowly, long,
deep thrusts that had Shayonn alternately whimper for more or hum in alert when
the massive cock blocked his airway.

Faolan
didn’t give him space to move. Fingers twisted in Shayonn’s hair, he held his
head in place and did as he pleased. Shayonn loved every bit of it. He’d given
over power and it was exciting. Far better than what he’d done with the boys
his age. They had never been this dominant with him. Quite the opposite, most
of them had known who he was and been so eager to please they’d ended up
motionless lumps instead of curious explorers. Not Faolan. He fucked Shayonn’s
mouth for several long minutes, then pulled back, still holding Shayonn by his
hair.

“That
was nice. Now be a good puppy. Turn over and show me your arse. You’ll get your
treat when I’m done with you.”

Despite
a sense of impropriety, Shayonn did as he was told. He pushed to his feet and
turned his back to Faolan. The fierce tiger in him shouted his protest at this
surrender without a struggle, but Shayonn was intrigued. This wasn’t the kind
of behaviour he was used to from his servants, but Faolan’s dominance made it so
easy to hand over control. Shayonn jumped when Faolan’s hand landed on his
back, following the curves of his shoulders and then down his spine to his
waist. “Go to that tree over there,” Faolan ordered in a tight voice and
Shayonn hurried to obey. Faolan was right behind him. He’d picked up his shirt
and wrapped it around the trunk, then used the sleeves to tie Shayonn to the massive
tree.

“What—Ouch!”
A firm smack to his left arse cheek had startled Shayonn. He’d yelled more in
surprise than in pain, although the slap had been hard enough to leave his skin
tingling.

“Shut
up or I’ll gag you,” Faolan snapped. “And I mean it. Keep your eyes ahead.”

Shayonn
was light-headed with lust. He never would have expected it, but he loved the
way Faolan ordered him around. Faolan’s strong fingers were on his hips now,
following the lines of his bones to the front. Shayonn shivered. It wasn’t
exactly cold, but the light breeze from the sea that caressed his bare arse
made him aware of just how exposed he was. He must have been insane to let
himself be tied to a tree, about to be spanked and fucked. And yet, the notion
was so very alluring. He spread his legs a little, part invitation, part
anticipation. It had been a while since anyone had had him that way and he was
more than just a little nervous.

Faolan’s
breath caressed his neck and he froze. “Begging for it, are you?” Faolan
growled next to Shayonn’s ear. “Can’t wait for me to claim you now, can you,
little slut?”

Pleasure
zinged through Shayonn’s groin. He let his head sink forward and rested it on
the tree trunk in front of him, grateful for the support.

The
first blow connected and Shayonn yelped. “Fuck, that hurt!” he protested and
tried to look around, but Faolan was faster. “Eyes ahead!” he reminded sternly
and supported his words with another slap to Shayonn’s bare buttock.

Shayonn
stared at the tree. The next hit was another hard one, but on the other cheek
and Faolan followed it up with several lighter strokes. They didn’t hurt like
the first ones had, but Shayonn could feel his skin heat up until his arse
seemed to be on fire. It was a strange pleasure-pain and he bit his lip,
determined to remain silent.

“Feels
good, doesn’t it?” Faolan enquired in a soft tone. “Imagine what it will feel
like when I fuck you. Just a little longer now. I want to make sure you’re
right where I want you and for that, I’ll have to increase the stimulation a
bit.”

Shayonn
heard the metallic sound of his belt buckle a fraction of a second before the
leather bit into his skin in a long lick across both buttocks. He screamed.

“Mmm,
nice,” Faolan purred and ran his hand over the stinging stripe he’d just
created. “Think I can make another just like it?” The belt came down a second
time and Shayonn pulled at his restraints. This hurt a lot more than he’d
expected and it was about all he was willing to take. Just as he debated
whether or not to tell Faolan to stop, Faolan surprised him by hugging him from
behind. The unexpected gentleness of the motion confused Shayonn.

“Shh,
we’re almost there,” Faolan whispered. “Trust me, Shayonn. One, or maybe two
more. It will hurt so good.”

Shayonn
was undecided. The spanking had felt good in a peculiar way, as did the intense
burn on his arse, but he wasn’t sure if he could take more of the sharp pain
that came with the belt.

“Trust
me,” Faolan repeated and Shayonn gave a nod. He was a little worried now. His
skin was over-sensitised already and he knew the next blow would hurt, but
Faolan didn’t hit him again. Instead, he ran his hands over Shayonn’s buttocks
again and again, resting his palms on the warmed flesh until Shayonn thought he’d
combust from the heat.

Faolan
didn’t warn him. He moved so fast, Shayonn didn’t realise he’d picked up the
belt again until the by now familiar sharp pain licked over him again. He
yelled and bucked but couldn’t escape the next lash. It broke something inside
him, a barrier he hadn’t even realised had been there, and heat seeped through
every fibre of his being. Faolan was behind him again, pressing his big, strong
hands to Shayonn’s stinging arse. He hadn’t promised too much. It did hurt, but
it felt good and Shayonn pushed back, welcoming the warmth of the touch that
increased the burn.

“Want
me to fuck you now?” Faolan asked.

“Yes,
oh fuck, yes please,” Shayonn stammered and spread his legs as far as the pair
of jeans around his ankles would let him.

“Okay.
You’ll only get spit, so better relax those muscles,” Faolan warned then his
fingers were between Shayonn’s abused arse cheeks, seeking out that little
spot. Shayonn groaned as Faolan brushed a fingertip across his hole. It had
been so long, and was bound to be uncomfortable, but all those sensations overwhelmed
him. Amidst all this fire there was something different, a blunt pressure that
grew sharper, then eased off. Faolan was inside him, moving his finger and
exploring the first few inches of the narrow channel. Shayonn grunted as much
too soon, a second finger was shoved into him and Faolan began to open him up.
The intrusion stung and all the time, Faolan kept stroking and kneading Shayonn’s
buttocks with his free hand.

Faolan
removed his fingers. “Now don’t clench up,” he warned. Shayonn heard him spit
into his palm, then already the head of Faolan’s dick was pushing at his hole.
He tried not to think about the impressive size of Faolan’s cock but he was
close to howling when it breached him and sank into his body. His nerve endings
seemed to explode one by one, reporting impossible sensations form the inside
and the outside of Shayonn’s arse. His skin was on fire where Faolan’s groin
touched him on the outside while inside, the burn was brighter, sharper where
he was stretched and filled so completely. He yelled when Faolan went for the
first long, deep stroke.

“Like
it?” Faolan murmured.

“Fuck,
yes,” Shayonn groaned and widened his stance. He felt about to just combust
with need and emotional overload but Faolan didn’t give him time to think. He
set a fast-paced rhythm, seemingly intend on fucking Shayonn’s reluctant
muscles into submission.

Once
again Shayonn was grateful for the tree in front of him. He clung on to it,
trying to steady himself against the storm Faolan created in and around him.
Shayonn groaned, his own voice nearly drowned out by Faolan’s harsh, ragged
breaths.

“Good
boy,” Faolan panted in between thrusts. “Come for me.”

Shayonn
squirmed. “Like this?”

“Yes.
Just like this,” Faolan confirmed. “Can you?”

“Not
sure I—oh!”

Strong
fingers twisted in Shayonn’s hair and his head was yanked back. “Maybe you
should try a bit harder,” Faolan growled and bit the side of Shayonn’s neck. He
had lost his rhythm and was slamming in with a rapid fire of uncontrolled,
almost brutal thrusts. In his entire life, Shayonn had never felt as out of
control and yet as safe as he did then and when Faolan went still behind him in
that unique way, he was ready. They came nearly simultaneously. Faolan’s cock
pulsed inside him and blocked the contractions of Shayonn’s inner muscles,
giving Shayonn a few more moments of pleasurable fullness.