Author: Alexa Land
Category: LGBT
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“What about you, Charlie? You ever think about going back to school?” he asked when we broke apart, looking up at me as he linked his fingers at the back of my neck.
“Nah. All I ever wanted to do was play pro football. When that dream died, there was really nothing else I was interested in.”
“Why not take a few classes? See if anything grabs you?”
“I dunno. I was never much of a student. I think that even if I hadn’t gotten injured and had to drop out, I probably would have flunked out of Stanford anyway,” I said.
“I think we should take a few classes together through university extension. We both might discover our passion.”
“Oh, I already discovered my passion. Weeks ago,” I said with a grin, and kissed him deeply. He tugged my t-shirt out of my jeans, and then pulled it off over my head and tossed it away from us.
And then in a move that showed me exactly how much he’d healed, he slid off the bed and stood up with me wrapped around him, my arms around his neck, legs around his waist as he cupped my ass. He held me like this for a long moment, kissing me, claiming my mouth with his tongue, and then laid me on my back on the mattress and continued undressing me. “You’re obviously feeling better,” I said happily.
“I am. The hands are both working, and my leg’s not giving me many problems. In fact, I felt so good today that I went out and did some shopping.”
“Oh yeah? Where’d you go?”
He reached under the bed and pulled out a small brown paper bag, which he placed on my bare stomach. And he said, “Hardware store.”
I sat up and peeked inside the bag and beamed at him, then pulled out the bundle of white rope and turned it over in my hands. “Does this mean what I think it means?”
“I’ve been thinking about this for weeks,” he said, sliding his hands up my bare thighs. “I tried to convince myself I could do without, that maybe I could somehow get over my need to inflict pain. But no matter how hard I tried to convince myself, I just couldn’t. I really do need this, Charlie. I don’t know why I do. But it’s a part of me.”
“And that’s fine with me! More than fine. I want it too. I need it. Just like you do.”
He sat beside me on the mattress. “I want to believe you. I want to believe you’re not just going along with this because it’s what I want.”
“I crave this. Ever since the first time you spanked me, I’ve longed for it. God, just the thought of it,” I said, picking up his hand and placing it on my hard cock, “makes me throb, makes me want to drop to my knees and beg you for it.”
He stroked my cock gently, then said, “I’m afraid of going too far, of really hurting you. If I do something that’s too painful or that you don’t like, do you promise to tell me?”
“I promise I will. You need to trust me, Dante. Just like I trust you. I’ll tell you if it gets to be too much. You won’t really hurt me, because I won’t let you,” I told him.
Dante was quiet for a while. Finally he looked me in the eye. “As long as it remains enjoyable for you, and as long as you promise to tell me to stop if it becomes too much, I want us to do this.”
“I’m so glad,” I said drawing him into a hug. “And it’s going to be so good. I promise.”
“It’s kind of funny that you’re the one reassuring me. You’ve never been fucked before. I should be doing the reassuring.”
“I don’t need reassuring. I just need you in me.”
He smiled at that, then opened the nightstand and pulled out a sheet of paper, which he handed to me. “I kind of didn’t know how to work this into the conversation sooner,” he said, “but a couple weeks ago when I was at a check-up at my doctor’s office, I asked him to do a blood test. I’d always been careful, but I wanted to be one hundred percent certain that I was safe. Turns out I am, I got a clean bill of health. So I wanted to ask your permission to fuck you without any barriers between us.”
I reached across him and tossed the medical report back in the nightstand, and said, “Absolutely.”
My amusement must have shown on my face, because he raised an eyebrow at me and said, “What?”
“Nothing. It’s just cute. You had a whole speech prepared, kind of like you were conducting a business meeting. Even had paperwork, a visual aid.”
He grinned at that. “I’ve never negotiated a safe sex agreement. But then, I’ve never been in a committed relationship either. It’s kind of new territory.”
“Ok,” I said, “meeting adjourned. And now back to the incredibly exciting item in my hand.” I held the rope up and waved it.
Dante exhaled softly and took the rope from me, uncoiling the end that held it all together in a neat bundle. “I’ve dreamt about this,” he admitted quietly.
“Me too.”
“This is actually my tool of choice, by the way. I love using rope. There’s something very sensual about it, I think.”
“What do I do?”
“Just relax and hopefully, enjoy the process. It’s going to take me about half an hour to fully bind you. It should feel very snug, but it shouldn’t hurt, so let me know if anything’s too tight. And any time you want me to stop for any reason, just say the word and we’ll stop immediately. Ok?”
“Ok.”
Dante instructed me to get up on my knees on the edge of the mattress, and then he went to work. Patiently, meticulously, he wound the rope around my torso, knotting it in the center of my chest, running it under my arms, across my back, over my shoulders – I stopped trying to analyze the pattern and just closed my eyes and relaxed while he worked on me.
My arms where bent behind my back, hands holding elbows, bound in place, and then he picked me up and laid me on my back and bound my legs, knees bent back to my shoulders, legs spread, ass tilted upward. Being put in that position sent a tremor of desire through me, and my breathing picked up as my cock pressed against my stomach and throbbed in anticipation.
Finally, Dante stepped back and asked, “How does that feel?”
I considered the question, raising my head to look down at myself. I was bound very securely – the only thing I could move was my head. And I saw that the rope wasn’t just tied to do a job, it was tied decoratively, intricate loops and knots and cross-overs highlighting my body, my musculature. It was more than erotic, it was surprisingly artistic. Beautiful. And it felt so incredibly good. It felt secure. “I feel like you’re holding me in your arms.”
He smiled and said, “That’s exactly what it’s supposed to feel like.”
He stripped himself and grabbed the briefcase from the closet and climbed up beside me, kissing me while he caressed my body. When he sat back to get something from the case, I saw that his thick, impressive cock was jutting out, its tip glistening tantalizingly. My mouth actually watered at the sight of that, and I whispered, “Please sir, can I taste your precum?”
The ‘sir’ came completely naturally, practically of its own volition. It just seemed to go with submitting to him. He paused and looked at me, then got up on his knees beside me. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out for him, and he took his cock in his hand and slowly ran the moist tip down the length of my tongue. I actually trembled with pleasure, and savored his taste before swallowing. “Thank you sir,” I murmured, and he smiled fondly at me.
He moved down to my ass and lubed my hole, soon pushing a finger into me. He’d fingered me several times over the last three weeks, and had even worked progressively larger toys into me. But I still didn’t get how his big, thick cock was ever going to fit in me. Instead of worrying about it though, I just concentrated on relaxing, on opening myself up to him, and after a while he worked a second finger into me. He crooked his finger and hit my pleasure spot and I let out a long, low moan.
“I’m going to add a third finger, angel,” he told me, and pushed it in me with the first two. As he finger fucked me, he explained, “I’m going to work you open as much as possible and then put a toy in you while I whip you. That way I can p
ull it out of you and mount you right after your beating.”
“Oh God yes,” I moaned, my eyes sliding shut, a shudder of desire going through me as my head rolled back.
He fingered me thoroughly before working more lube into me, followed by a thick dildo. It was the biggest thing I’d ever had in me, and he pushed it in slowly but steadily, his palm against its flat base. I gasped and squirmed a little, and his free hand took hold of my cock, pumping it slowly as the toy stretched me, readied me.
Finally told me, “You did it, angel. You took all of it.” I smiled and let out my breath, and he climbed up beside me and kissed me, deeply, tenderly, fondling my cock, the dildo completely filling my tight ass. “You’re doing great, Charlie,” he told me, smiling and brushing my sweat dampened hair from my forehead.
“Want you in me so bad.” My voice was a bit rough, my breath fast and shallow.
“Soon, angel. Very soon.” He took something from the case and ran it up my cock, and I tilted my head up to see the black leather crop in his hand. “I’m going to whip you now Charlie, if you’re absolutely sure this is what you want.”
“I need it. Please, sir. Beat me and fuck me. Please,” I begged, my cock throbbing as my entire body quivered with anticipation.
He rolled me onto my knees, my ass sticking up in the air, legs tucked underneath me, and dragged me to the edge of the mattress. God I loved being manhandled like that. The big dildo slid out of my ass just a bit, and he took hold of the end of it and fucked me with it a few times before nestling it deep inside me again. And then he picked up the lube and squirted some onto his hand, and worked his shaft for a few moments. He was prepping himself, getting ready for the moment when he would finally, finally be inside me. I shook and moaned at the thought of it.
I felt him running the crop over my ass, almost petting me with it. “Remember, you can stop this at any time,” he said. “One word is all it takes. You say stop, we stop.”
“Please,” I begged, “please. Make me yours.” I didn’t even know where that came from, but it was exactly right. He was about to lay claim to me, totally, irrevocably. I would belong to him after this, heart and soul, mind and body. And I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything in my entire life.
He slid the crop down between my legs and stroked my balls with it, driving me wild with desire. I begged him to whip me, and finally, the first delicious blow fell across my exposed ass. I yelled as sensation exploded through my body. It was intense and it hurt like hell and it was absolutely, unequivocally wonderful.
He brought the whip down again and again, and I surrendered completely to the sharp, stinging pain that made my cock jump and throb and leak precum all over the bed. Primal yells tore from me, animalistic, guttural. All rational thought was suspended, leaving only raw sex and pleasure/pain and Dante and me. Nothing else mattered, nothing but this, right now, the two of us giving and taking exactly what we both needed.
When the whipping stopped I cried out and begged for more, wildly, desperately. But then Dante pulled the big toy from my ass, and I felt him position his cock at my stretched little opening. “Oh God yes, please, fuck me Dante,” I begged shamelessly.
He took hold of my hips and pushed against my hole, and the head of his cock slipped inside me suddenly. I gasped and tensed up, and he whispered to me soothingly, reassuring me as he held perfectly still and let me get used to the feeling of him inside me. And then slowly, he eased his cock into me.
It was an incredibly tight fit, he was much thicker than the dildo. And when he was only halfway in, I whimpered and struggled a little. I didn’t know how I’d take any more of that huge cock, I was already so full. Dante withdrew a couple inches, and stroked my back as he said softly, “You’re doing great, angel.” He held still for a moment before again slowly sinking into me, and I breathed deeply and let myself relax, reassured by the knowledge that he was taking care of me.
He began thrusting, careful not to go too deep, sliding only a few inches of his cock in and out of me, and I relaxed underneath him even more, allowing more of him inside me. He started thrusting deeper as he felt me open up, and hit the pleasure spot within me as I cried out in ecstasy and begged him to take me harder.
Dante started pumping in and out of me forcefully, claiming me, and I moaned loudly as he reached under me and took hold of my cock and began stroking me. “Yes. God yes, fuck me Dante,” I yelled, and his thrusts got harder still.
He was absolutely pounding me now, slamming into me up to his balls, which slapped against my body with each thrust. It was wild and intense and perfect, and I totally gave myself over to it. “You’re mine,” he growled as he took me.
“Yes. Yours. All of me,” I told him, each sentence a gasp as my body absorbed the force of his thrusts.
Dante cried out and shoved his cock in me as far as it would go, and his entire body shuddered as his warm seed shot deep into me. That triggered my orgasm, and I yelled as I shot my load all over the bed and up onto my bound, naked body, spurt after spurt, as Dante filled me and thrust into me again and again and again.
Finally, he dropped down on top of me for a moment, his body shaking, and then pulled out of me and rolled me onto my back. He kissed me, and it was rough and demanding. I parted my lips for him and accepted his tongue in my mouth. And when he broke the kiss, he looked deep into my eyes and told me, softly this time, “You’re mine.”
A tremor of pleasure coursed through me, my voice rough from yelling as I replied, “Yes. Yours. And you’re mine.” He smiled and kissed me again as an aftershock made my body tremble.
He brushed my hair from my face and told me softly, “I adore you, Charlie. I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you, cherishing you and taking care of you.”
I smiled at him and whispered, “And I’ll do the same for you.”
Dante used small, sharp scissors to cut through the ropes quickly and efficiently before massaging feeling back into my arms and legs. Then he led me to the bathroom, where he filled the tub and climbed in with me. I sat between his legs and leaned back against his chest as he gently soaped me and rinsed me off. “How do you feel?” he asked.
“Well fucked.” I grinned broadly.
“So…was that really ok?”
“It was so much better than ok. It was absolutely perfect.”
Chapter Twenty
Two weeks ago, I’d said to Christopher, “Bad news. I’ve decided that you and I are family. And as family, you’re required to spend Thanksgiving with me.”
“Why is that bad news?” he’d wanted to know.
“Because I’m spending it with the Dombruso clan, and that means you are, too.”
As we pulled up in front of Mrs. Dombruso’s palatial Pacific Heights mansion on Thanksgiving day, Christopher was wide-eyed and clearly nervous. He was wearing his best outfit, a black button down shirt and black dress pants, and it made him look thinner and even more fragile than usual. I put my arm around his shoulders and squeezed him reassuringly as I said, “I don’t know about you, but I’m scared shitless.”
“I don’t belong here,” he said, his voice small. “I agreed to come because it totally sucks to be alone on Thanksgiving. But this is worse. I’m an outsider. They won’t want me here.”
Dante said, “I want you here, and Nana wants you here. We’re the only two who actually get a vote, by the way. But besides that, everyone’s going to love you. My family…well, a couple of them are assholes. But every family’s like that. The rest of them are good people, and they’ll welcome both of you with open arms. Just wait and see.”
“Charlie belongs here, I don’t,” Christopher insisted softly.
“You’re my family, Christopher Robin,” I told him. “So of course you belong here. Family belongs together on Thanksgiving.”
He took a deep breath and looked at me for a long moment. And then he said, “Well…shit. Ok.”
I beamed at him. “Let’s do this thing.”
Dante l
ed the way into the grand Queen Anne Victorian. Inside was total and complete chaos. Kids ran around chasing each other and screaming. A Golden Retriever ran by with a mangled doll between its teeth. Two women were having an argument in the living room, and a group of men were talking and laughing loudly in the parlor to our right.
One of the men noticed us and exclaimed, “Hey, there they are!” He strode into the foyer and kissed Dante on both cheeks.
“This is my brother Mikey,” Dante said to us. “Mikey, this is my boyfriend Charlie and our friend Christopher.”
His brother rolled his eyes. “To the rest of the world I’m Mike. To my family, I’m forever Mikey.” He shook my hand and then Christopher’s as he said, “Pleasure to meet you both. Nana’s been asking for you, Charlie. She’s in the kitchen terrorizing the cooks, maybe you can go and placate her. Just watch out for flying chef’s knives.”
I hoped he was kidding. Dante put his arm around my waist and I took Christopher’s hand. We wound through the crowd, Dante calling greetings along the way and promising to come right back after we saw Mrs. Dombruso.
The huge kitchen was even more chaotic than the rest of the house. At least a dozen uniformed cooks and wait staff where bustling around, preparing what looked like enough food for the entire city of San Francisco. Not only was every traditional Thanksgiving food being prepared, but so were a bunch of Italian dishes and maybe two dozen desserts.
Mrs. Dombruso was rolling around in what looked like an electric office chair, barking orders and tasting dishes. Her white hair was piled in a giant up-do that would have done Marie Antoinette proud, and she was wearing a dark orange velvet gown and loads of jewelry, her glasses on her lap. When she caught sight of us she exclaimed, “Finally! Fashionably late doesn’t apply to family functions, boys.”
Dante kissed both her cheeks and said, “Sorry, Nana.” We were maybe five minutes past the designated start time, but everyone else had apparently known to get here early.