Welcome to
the Wednesday Briefers flash group. The short stories have a maximum of a 1000
word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers. The prompt for this
week is: "Suffer the little...." or use one of the alternate prompts:
Use:
three, hairy, billiard ball
or
"When can I see you again?"
or
"He/she said what?"
Use:
scales, tradition, engine
or use:
dapper, dandelion, direct
or
"If I were you, I'd..."
I’m using: "If I were you,
I'd..."
The Waiting Game-Part 3
“Thirty minutes to recuperate, then
we start again. Is the plug still vibrating?” Mac grinned when Hal nodded his
head. “Good.”
*
* * *
Hal lay on the bed, pleasure ruling
his body. Wave after wave washed through him as the ropes held him close. When
Mac first bound him, he’d been worried he’d feel restricted—and
the ropes did do that, but they also brought about a feeling of security. He
could let go and trust Mac to take care of him. As they experimented, Hal found
he didn’t care much for the S & M side of BDSM. A little light pain was all
he could handle, and Mac hadn’t pushed him to go farther.
“Time
to start.”
Hal
shivered on the bed as the nipple clamps and cock ring were replaced. As soon
as Mac spoke, Hal’s cock hardened completely. He heard Mac moving around the
room, but couldn’t see thanks to the blindfold. What was he doing now?
“If
I were you, I’d prepare myself.”
That,
and the sound of something cutting through the air, was his only warning. A
sharp sting on the inside of his spread thighs had him swallowing hard. The pain
was by no means bad, more startling. There was edge, a bite to the pain, a
warning of what could come next. The
sting spread out and headed straight for his cock and his mind scrambled. What
the hell was Mac wielding?
Without
sight he couldn’t figure out what Mac… oh God, yes, yes, he did know what was
being used. The fly swatter. This one was strictly used for their play. It was
the only thing, so far, they’d found that gave him just enough pain without
being too much. His cock jumped against his belly as nervousness and excitement
flowed through him. Hal grunted as the muscles in his legs tightened for the
next hit.
“Figured
out what that was, huh, my sweet sub?”
Several
more blows rained down—some were on the inside of his thighs, but a few hits
were on the outside of his legs, his calves. Hal twisted in the ropes, moaning
wantonly. Bits of pain mixed with the pleasure. He needed… oh, oh, yes! His
body arched as another hit landed. The sweet sting circulated through him,
heightening his need, before focusing on his aching cock.
“How
nicely your skin reddens for me….” Mac bent down and kissed a mark. “How hard
your cock is. You make me proud, Hal. So sexy in your submission.”
Hal’s
hips thrust, his cock weeping his desire on his belly… frantic for relief, fighting
for something… desperately fucking the air. He needed, oh God, he needed.
Mac
stroked that lovely piece of meat that strained for attention. “Beautiful, just
beautiful. So flushed and hard for me… wanting.”
Hal
whimpered into the gag, his body going limp against the restraints… begging for
what he needed.
Mac
stripped off his clothes. He knew that sound—Hal was nearing the end of his
control. He eased the plug out and gently blew against Hal’s twitching hole
that begged to be filled with him, not silicone. He spread the lube on himself
and added a bit more to Hal. No pain would be involved in this. He’d driven Hal
up to aching heights; it was now time to bring him crashing down gently.
Mac
pulled off the blindfold, and Hal’s shining eyes focused on him. Quickly he
released the ropes and the gag. He did not, however, undo the chain holding
Hal’s wrists hostage. Mac positioned himself between Hal’s legs, bent over him,
and kissed his lover. Their tongues dueled, lashing together, enforcing the
bond between them.
“I
love you, Hal. You are mine—my one and only. My heart. Let me see your
pleasure, hear it from your lips. Give it all to me.” And with that he hooked
Hal’s legs over his arms and slammed inside.
“Oh!
Oh…” Hal threw his head back and yelled… not from pain, but from finally being
filled with what he needed… filled by his mate. “Yours!” His legs tightened
around Mac’s hips, pulling Mac closer, urging him in farther. “Oh, fuck! Yes, yes…right here! Take me! Oh God, sir…”
Mac
rode Hal hard, hips snapping as he pounded his lover, their eyes locked on one
another. Moans and soft, startled screams filled the air as Mac made love to
the other half of his soul.
“Can
I—can I come?” Hal gasped as Mac repeatedly thrust inside. “Please, sir.”
“Say…
my… name,” Mac growled above Hal. His body gleamed with sweat, his hair falling
in his eyes. “Say it…”
“Mac,”
Hal whispered, obeying the need he heard in Mac’s voice. “Fill me, love.”
“Oh,
fuck.” Mac threw his head back, teeth gritted. “Come!”
Bodies
moving, writhing—sliding against each other as pleasure rushed forth claiming
them—both men came together in a wild chorus of sounds.
Mac
was the first to recover. Easing his body down next to Hal, he petted and
stroked the trembling muscles, mumbling soft, meaningless words of comfort.
Tired, but happy, whimpers reached his ears as Hal lay quietly next to him.
“Mac,
unchain me, please? I want to touch you.”
Mac
rolled over to the bedside table, retrieved the key to the cuffs and unlocked
Hal. Immediately Hal’s hands were on him, smoothing over abs, through his hair,
over his face.
“Missed
you,” Hal sighed.
“Missed
you too, babe. And thank you. That was worth the price of being gone.” Mac held
Hal close, his eyes traveling over Hal. The red marks left by the fly swatter
were already fading. “I love you so much.”
Hal
snuggled in closer. “Love you too. Always.”
“Always,”
Mac agreed as he turned out the lights.
The
end.
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