Tanner enjoyed the tree lights reflecting off his boy’s
dark skin. He idly traced the scroll work of the tattoo that started near the
base of his neck. The tattoo traveled down the left side of his back and over
one ass cheek. Not long ago Rusty had brought the tattoo over one shoulder and
down to his pec. There was nothing he loved more than tracing that tattoo and
watching Rusty squirm. Tanner looked down at his boy. Rusty’s feet were under
him, his ass resting against his heels, head slightly bowed… waiting. Jesus, he
was sexy in his submission. That red ribbon around his throat was sinful.
“Look at me.” Tanner waited until those dark eyes of
Rusty’s were on him, then slowly slipped his night pants down, edging them past
his hip, taking his sweet time before allowing his hard cock to spring free and
slap against his stomach.
Rusty whined, loudly.
“I know what you want.” Tanner grinned as he kicked off
his slippers and flung the pants off to the side. His boy’s eyes were huge in
his face, and trained on his groin. “I want your mouth, too, but don’t make me
come.”
He settled on the couch, away from Rusty, and spread
his knees. Holding his cock at the base, he held up the thick shaft and looked
at his boy. He knew Rusty wouldn’t come to him until he was told, but oh, oh how
those eyes begged. “Come on,” Tanner said softly.
Tanner enjoyed the way his boy moved with such fluid
grace, even with his hands bound behind him, as he shuffled into position between
his knees, the bells chiming. Damn, he loved that. He ran his thumb across
Rusty’s lips, reached behind his head and undid the ball gag. Tossing it on the
other couch, he leaned down and kissed those lips that trembled with need.
“Don’t come yet.”
“I-I won’t.” Rusty looked down at the cock in front
of him. “Please, Sir?”
Tanner threaded his other hand through Rusty’s hair,
bringing him closer. “Yes. Taste me.”
A warm breath
of air, a soft touch to his cockhead, then wet heat enveloped the crown of his
shaft. Tanner leaned his head back against the cushions, one hand still lightly
grasping Rusty’s dark hair as that talented tongue lashed the crown, teasing
the slit, seeking. Tanner’s cock stiffened more, and a bead of precome leaked
out, only to be licked up.
“Mmm,” Tanner sighed, glancing down. He tugged at
his hair until Rusty raised his eyes. “Show me.”
Tanner watched as Rusty’s tongue flicked out,
tracing the flared head, worshiping the hard dick by running it over his wet
lips. Still grasping the base, he rubbed the damp head against Rusty’s cheek
as, lost in the sensation, Rusty’s eyes drifted closed. Pleased sounds drifted
up to Tanner as Rusty laved at his length. He honestly couldn’t remember anyone
who loved to suck cock as much as Rusty did; he did it like it was his favorite
thing in the world.
“Take more,” Tanner whispered, pushing his cock
toward Rusty’s mouth. Rusty immediately caught the shaft and lowered his head,
bobbing up and down. “Oh God, boy, yes. Jesus, your mouth is fabulous.”
Tanner’s fists clenched next to him on the couch as
the warm, wet heat around his dick grew hotter, the suction up and down his
shaft grew stronger. And God, that talented tongue that rubbed his shaft… as
much as he wanted this to last forever, it couldn’t. Already his balls were
tightening—that tingling that warned he was close. Breathing deeply, he closed his
eyes as he fought his body.
He wanted this to last—not just the blowjob, but the
whole thing… the whole romantic, sweet, loving thing. Tears gathered behind his
lids as Rusty’s mouth drove him to Heaven and Hell at the same time. Rusty was
the other half of his heart, his soul. Without him, life had no meaning. Rusty
might be his sub, but he also held his master’s heart in his hands.
Tanner, eyes still closed, tightened his hands in
Rusty’s hair and mumbled, “That’s enough, boy, or this lovely night is going to
be over before it really gets a chance to get started. Time to stop.”
A disgruntled moan, then a soft plop greeted his
ears, and Tanner opened his eyes. Rusty had stopped as he was told, but he was
also rubbing his cheek against the wet shaft next to his face.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” Tanner
chuckled softly as Rusty kissed his belly, then his shaft one last time. Tanner
gazed into Rusty’s dark eyes, toughing the red ribbon around his neck. “I love
you, Rusty.”
Rusty understood the minor shift in the scene. “I
love you too, Tanner,” he said as he shifted on his knees.
Tanner caught the small movement and frowned. “Knees
getting sore, boy?”
Rusty understood the brief break in scene was over. “I’m
okay, Sir.”
Tanner sat up, running his hands over the broader
shoulders. “I’m well aware how much power is in this body, but I didn’t ask you
if you were okay. I asked if your knees were getting sore. Now, answer me.”
Rusty looked up. “I… damn. They’re a little sore,
Sir. Sorry.”
“Hmm, think we need to move this to the loveseat.
Might have to include a little punishment for not answering me honestly.”
Tanner stood, and helped Rusty gain his feet. He pushed Rusty to the smaller
couch, his knees landing on the cushions, his chest over the back.
“Yeah, perfect. Just need something to…” Tanner
looked around, finally spotting what he wanted. “Ah, there we go. That will
work just great.” Tanner landed on his sub’s ass. “Boy, do not move an inch.”
Rusty jerked at the slap of Tanner’s hand, but he held
the position. He did turn his head, but he couldn’t see what Tanner had picked
up off the floor without moving, and he had been told not to move.
“Oh God,” Rusty whispered suddenly.
Tanner smirked at his sub as he held the roll of red
ribbon in front of Rusty. Quickly, he tied the ribbon to the cuffs at Rusty’s
feet and the hooks on the chest part of his harness. The ends of the ribbon were
tied around the chair legs.
“Yes, that will work just fine.” Tanner smacked
Rusty’s ass again. “You aren’t going anywhere until I let you loose, boy. Now,
let’s see how desperately I can make you beg.”
* * * *
Rusty swallowed hard, fighting to relax against the
couch. With the way Tanner had him tied, his ass was on display and he was
helpless. And that damn plug was going to be the death of him. A strangled
breath escaped when Tanner twisted the thing, sending more jolts of pleasure
through him. Draped over the back of the couch, he stared at the floor, his
toes curling as Tanner slowly fucked him with the plug. Every brush against his
hot spot was sweet torture, and the gentle rhythm rocked him into the couch,
making his cock brush against the cool leather.
“Oh, oh God, Sir,” he whined. “Feels good, but…
but…”
Rusty shifted, trying to get more friction against
his dick, making the bells ring as they brushed against the couch.
“Behave,” Tanner warned, hearing the bells. He knew
what his boy was doing. His hand slapped down on Rusty’s ass.
Rusty groaned, heat spreading as Tanner continued to
spank his ass, his hand moving across the skin, never striking in the same
place, keeping Rusty off balance.
“Ah, ah… Sir…”
Riding the wave, he rocked with the hits as they
landed on his ass, the backs of his legs, and the inside of his thighs. Heat
bloomed and spread as he rose higher on the delightful sting, floating free…
flying. Good… so good. The world retreated until there was nothing but the
feelings and the thuds of a hand landing on flesh. Sounds fell around them,
soft groans, breathless sighs, and the occasional yelp when a particularly good
spot was struck.
“Yeah, that’s it, ride it, boy.” Tanner leaned over
and kissed the cute little dip right above the cleft of Rusty’s ass. “You’re
blushing very well for me. A nice rosy shade of red.”
Rusty barely heard his master, so lost in his head
was he. When a hand smoothed over fiery skin, he sighed; sharp little pricks of
pain wrapped in pleasure flooded through his body. The red ribbon caressed his
skin, the cool slide of silk bringing chill bumps. His cock hurt, the need to
come hammering him.
“Please, Sir, please.
Fuck me,” Rusty begged, gasping for air. “I… I can’t… I don’t want to…”
Tanner patted Rusty’s ass. “Just a bit longer.”
Rusty didn’t think he could wait ‘a bit longer’, so
he thanked God when he felt his master remove the plug. So empty, oh he was so
empty. Tanner’s hands grasped his hips, his dick rubbing up and down his crack.
Panting harshly, he fisted his hands in the cuffs as Tanner teased him, cock slick
with lube.
“Can you take it hard?”
“Fuck… yes…Sir!”
Rusty barely finished speaking when Tanner grasped
his cuffed hands and slammed home. For a moment, Rusty couldn’t speak. He was
still loose from the plug, but the sheer act of possession rendered him
speechless. Finally his voice unlocked and he screamed. On cue, his master
began to hammer him, long strokes that filled him, owned him… gave him the
pleasurable pain he craved. He managed to unclench his hands and intertwined
his fingers with Tanner’s.
“Yeah, yeah, hold on, boy. Feel me take you.” The
only noise in the room was the slap of flesh and hard moans. Finally Tanner
reached around and pulled the cock ring off, breathing hard against Rusty’s
back. “Come!”
Rusty yelled again as his body tightened and his
seed spilled from him, shooting over the back of the couch. His head swam and
there was a buzz in his head… followed by the sweet peace he sought. He heard
his master curse, felt his strokes falter… then heat filled him. A hand on his
sweaty back told him his master was just as lightheaded.
“Jesus, Rusty.” Tanner patted Rusty on the lower
back, quickly undoing the cuffs that held Rusty’s hands. “God, I think I saw
stars. Might ought to get you lose in case I pass out.”
Rusty snorted as his hands were released,
stretching. Tanner untied his legs then flopped down on the floor, grinning up
at him. “Fuck, Rusty… that was… that was… the best gift ever. I love you, babe.”
Rusty pulled off the harness and unwrapped the red
ribbon from his body. He flexed his arms, and saw Tanner’s blue eyes darken.
Grinning, he lay down, pulling Tanner against him, both of them staring at the
tree. “Love you too. I’d hoped this was something that would blow your mind.”
“Consider my mind blown.” Tanner laid his head on
Rusty’s chest, tracing the tattoo on his pec and fingering the bells on his perky
nipples. “I really liked the bells too. Might have you wear those more often,
at home.”
“I’d be glad to.” Rusty run his hand up and down
Tanner’s back. “Happy?”
“Very.” Tanner snuggled closer. “Merry Christmas,
boy.”
“Merry Christmas to you… Sir.”
The
end
Merry Christmas guys!
This was just a short story
for Christmas, there are no earlier chapters. That’s not to say Tanner and
Rusty might not show up again, lol. But I wanted to wrap this story up since it
was based on a Christmas prompt.
The next set of prompts have to do with New
Years.
~M
