Christmas, Bloody Christmas

a store and coming out to find him waiting. He even collected a few extra bags.
We finally made our way outside to the car, and I startled at the feel of his fingers lacing through mine. He now carried all the bags. I hoped the dimly lit parking lot hid my silly grin. He tried and that’s all I could ask for. Maybe he wasn’t the happily ever after I’d expected, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t happy for the time being.
“Boy, what’s on your mind?”
“I was thinking that this wasn’t like the fairy tale most people look for.”
“I won’t apologize for the way I am.” He stopped me beside the car and took my arm, making me face him. “This is all I have to offer. When you agreed to be mine, you knew my limitations.”
“And I don’t mind your limitations, Sir. I can’t…I can’t help what I think.”
He gave me a curt nod and opened my door, and then the back one to place the bags inside. I sat there waiting for him to finish, and then he was back at my side. He buckled me in and then placed his fingers under my chin.
“I own you, boy. You are mine until I say otherwise.”
His gaze was intense and shadowed in the car, only illuminated by the interior lights.
“Yes, Sir.”
And for the second time he kissed me without expectation. My softer lips conformed to his firmer ones. This wasn’t during sex or a reward for enduring my punishments, not even one I had to ask for. I wondered what truly went through my Sir’s mind.

3
Cowen
The beautiful stripes left behind by my whip graced my boy’s broad back. His knuckles were white where they clenched around the chains of his shackles that were attached to the support secured to the wall. With every lick of the whip, he writhed and rose onto his toes. I approached and ran the hilt of the whip down the indent of his spine to his hairy crease.
His whimpers sweetly filled my head and I slipped my arm around him, tugging at the body warmed metal of his cock cage. His hips slammed back against mine.
“I knew the moment I met you that your pain would be better than all the rest. You fought so hard to resist.” I brushed my lips to his ear. “Now, you crave it. Beg me for it.”
He stuttered out a husky Sir as he rubbed his ass against my hard cock behind my zipper. I remembered when my body showed no response to anyone. Yet, all it took was a submissive look from my boy, and I ordered him to his knees to worship me.
“Sir’s pretty whore.” I cupped his balls and tugged until he gasped. His muscles played beneath his sweat slicked skin.
I retreated with the length of leather slithering on the floor. I took a deep breath, then with smooth movements of my arm and wrist, I issued more punishment. A few trickles of blood eased down his back. He was arching and begging me for more. He’d learned so quickly that pain was the other side of pleasure. You couldn’t experience one without the other. It was a symbiotic relationship as old as humanity.
I ceased and coiled the leather. I took my time returning it to the hook on the wall beside where he was secured. I released his restraints and caught him as his legs gave away. I praised him as I led him to the bed and spread him out on the comforter.
I toed off my shoes and shoved my underwear and pants down my legs. I lifted my knee to the mattress and climbed onto it. I straddled his shoulders. I gripped the base of my dick and nudged his lips with the fat head. “Open.” As soon as he obeyed, I thrust until I reached the back of his throat. I fucked his mouth, him sucking loudly every time I retreated. His hands gripped my ass cheeks and tapped to ask me for more.
“Fuck, boy, your mouth…was made…to be fucked.” I fisted my hand in his soft hair. I pulled back as I felt myself getting ready to release and moved to the side. “Assume the position,” I ordered as I picked up the lengths of rope as he pulled his legs back to his chest and grabbed his ankles, bringing his heels close to his ass.
“I should leave you wanting and empty.” I paused in my task of wrapping his limbs in the soft, thick rope to tap the base of the plug filling his ass.
“I’ll do anything you want, Sir.” His panic made my cock harden further.
Time didn’t register as I wrapped him in rope and readied him for me. I could deny him, but I craved him as much as he did me. I finished and found my boy panting, lifting his hips from the bed as I tied him to the bedposts.
“Grab the ropes, boy.”
As I watched his fingers tighten around the ropes, I removed his plug and quickly replaced it with my cock. I licked the tears and sweat from my boy’s cheeks as he sobbed and shook beneath me. His nails teared at my lower back as I abused his hole however I saw fit. His teeth clenched tight and his lips pulled back in a snarl as he gifted me with the most beautiful whimpers. I could sense he was torn between begging me to stop or to fuck him harder. I craved his indecision—his moral dilemma of right or wrong.
His legs were secured and restraints held his legs wide. I loved him at my mercy. I surged to kneel between his thighs. When I left him empty, his panicked gaze met mine. I spread my hands across his hairy skin where his ass cheeks met his thighs, used my thumbs to play with his swollen, abused rim.
“Sir, I was good.”
I stroked my hands upward, traced the warm metal cage