By His Rules (29 page)

didn’t want to think about this now. He rubbed his

morning erection against the sheets, wishing Keaton

would forget waffles and come back to bed. Keaton was

paying far too much attention to food and far too little

attention to his lover than was proper for a Saturday

morning.

Aiden could remedy that.

* * * *

set the thick rubber spatula on the counter. He heard

Aiden call, “Oh my
God
, it smells good in here,” as he

bounded down the stairs. Keaton smiled, pleased—in no

small part with himself—that they’d reached a point

where Aiden was actually excited about breakfast. He

started to answer, but his reply turned to a groan as

Aiden waltzed into the kitchen wearing the tightest pants

Keaton had ever seen.

They were cargo-style, and the khaki fabric

stretched taut over the curves of the boy’s buttocks.

Aiden’s shirt was too short to cover
anything
.

“What’s the matter?” Aiden asked innocently,

walking past Keaton to the silverware drawer. He bent

forward exaggeratedly as he retrieved a spoon, wiggling

his ass in Keaton’s direction.

Keaton picked up the rubber spatula, landing a

sound smack to the center of his target. Aiden yelped

and straightened, putting one hand behind him to rub.

Keaton caught him and bent him over one arm. Now

Aiden’s ass wiggled inadvertently in its attempt to get

away. “You think you can parade in here wearing those

and not expect to drive me
wild
?” Keaton growled in the

and not expect to drive me
wild
?” Keaton growled in the

boy’s ear.

Aiden gasped and struggled. Keaton landed three

more smacks to his ass. “Bend over the counter.”

“No, please, Sir,” Aiden begged even as he

complied, thrusting his ass out so wantonly that Keaton

had to fight back a chuckle.

“Oh, you’re going to get exactly what you’re asking

for.”

Keaton proceeded to paddle the boy’s bottom, the

heavy spatula making a wonderful thudding sound each

time it landed. Aiden moaned and humped the air, his

arousal feeding Keaton’s. Aiden let out an almost

inhuman keen as Keaton delivered two sharp swats to

the back of each thigh, then put the spatula down. “Are

you a naughty boy?” Keaton asked.

“Yes,” Aiden whispered.

“Stand up.”

Aiden’s legs shook visibly as he did. He faced

Keaton, and his face was so flushed, his expression so

hungry that Keaton’s cock throbbed. Keaton unsnapped

the boy’s pants, placing his hand against the front of his

underwear. Aiden began to beg incoherently, rubbing

against Keaton’s hand. With his other hand, Keaton

squeezed the boy’s sore bottom through his pants.

“ A h ,
ah
!” Aiden cried, coming suddenly. He

collapsed against Keaton, who chuckled and hugged

him close.

Aiden recovered after a few moments and righted

himself. He started to snap his pants. “Uh-uh,” Keaton

said. “What about me? Paddling that naughty bottom of

yours made me hard.” He leaned forward and

whispered in Aiden’s ear, “I want to fuck you.”

Aiden shivered. “Yes,” he managed to whisper. He

started to take his pants down.

“No.”

Aiden stopped.

“I’ve decided you can fasten your fly after all. I

want to see those pants stretched across your sore

bottom as you stand in the corner and wait for me to fuck

you.”

Aiden’s eyes widened. He snapped his pants with

trembling fingers, and Keaton sent him into a corner with

a sound swat. For a few minutes, Keaton sat and

appreciated the picture his boy made, standing with his

hands behind his head, still swaying a little in the wake

of his orgasm, his round ass displayed perfectly in the

tight cargo pants. Keaton imagined the heat radiating

from the paddled flesh, imagined how it would feel to

squeeze and slap the reddened cheeks as he drove into

Aiden. Finally he couldn’t stand it any longer and went

to the bedroom to fetch condoms and lube.

He returned to the kitchen and sat at the table. He

watched the boy tense in anticipation as he listened to

Keaton unsnap his fly and remove his pants. Keaton

ripped open the condom package and uncapped the

lube. “Come here,” he ordered. Aiden turned and

walked unsteadily to the table. Keaton stood and drew

one of the cushioned chairs back from the table. “Kneel,”

he said, patting the cushion. “You can grab on to the

back of the chair.”

Aiden knelt on the edge of the seat, slowly moving

forward, gripping the rungs of the chair back. Keaton

wondered for a second if the boy’s pants would split,

they were stretched so tight across his buttocks. Keaton

reached under Aiden and undid the fly, pulling his pants

down and off.

Aiden wore light blue briefs, and Keaton could see

red splotches from the spatula on the backs of his thighs,

disappearing under the fabric. He stretched the

waistband of Aiden’s briefs, then let it snap. Aiden’s

breath caught. “I’m going to take you, Aiden. Exactly as I

want to take you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Keaton,” he corrected.

“Yes, Keaton.”

“And I want you to enjoy it.”

“Yes,” Aiden said softly.

“I’d like to hear you beg for it.”

Aiden moaned. Keaton hooked his fingers under

the waistband of Aiden’s briefs and peeled them down,

exposing the pink and white flesh beneath. “Mmm,”

Keaton said, palming Aiden’s left cheek, rubbing it

slowly, firmly. “Such nice color.”

Keaton stepped over to the counter and picked up

the rubber spatula. “I might need this again,” he said,

cracking it against his hand. He loved how Aiden’s

buttocks clenched at the sound. “What do you want,

Aiden?”

“F-for you to fuck me. Please. Please, Keaton.”

“When do you want your fucking?”

“Now!” Aiden begged. “
Please
.”

Keaton chuckled and picked up the lube. He

spread Aiden’s cheeks and greased the boy’s hole, giving

Aiden a light slap when he flinched from the cold.

Keaton slipped a finger into the tight opening. Aiden

struggled to breathe, his knuckles white as he gripped

the chair rungs. Keaton slowly moved his finger in and

out, swirling it around the tight channel, loving the little

hitches in Aiden’s breathing. Keaton added a second

finger. Aiden groaned. “Please, please I can’t take it

anymore.”

“What can’t you take?” Keaton asked.

“
Teasing
. Please just fuck me!”

“
Teasing
. Please just fuck me!”

“Oh I’m going to tease you awhile,” Keaton said

smugly. He thrust his fingers, drawing groans and pleas

from Aiden. Then he added a third finger and began

brushing the boy’s prostate as he finger fucked him.

“Oh,” Aiden cried. “Oh oh
oh
!”

With his free hand, Keaton pinched the undercurve

of Aiden’s right cheek hard. Aiden squealed and rocked

against Keaton’s fingers. Keaton began a pattern,

pinching a spot on Aiden’s bottom, creating a sharp,

concentrated pain, then delivering a sound slap to

spread the pain out. All the while, he drove the cone of

his fingers into the boy’s ass. He even gave a light pinch

to the back of the boy’s balls, which produced such a

lovely moan that Keaton flicked the heavy sac with his

forefinger. “Ow! Oh! Please, please,
please
… ”

“What do you want?”

“You… in me… now.” Aiden panted.

Keaton withdrew his fingers. He slicked himself

and drove in without preamble. He fucked the boy’s

tight, hot passage, reaching around to palm Aiden’s

chest, rubbing and pinching his nipples.

“Oh!” Aiden yelled. “Yes! Oh God, stop! Please,

don’t stop. Ow, yes, please… ”

Keaton reached over and picked up the spatula,

and, like a jockey in the backstretch, began walloping

whatever parts of Aiden’s rump he could reach as he

raced toward his own orgasm. Aiden cried out and

rocked on the edge of the chair, his face pressed against

the rungs.

“Come on, boy,” Keaton ordered. “Bring me

home.”

Aiden clenched his ass around Keaton’s cock, and

Keaton shot his load into the condom with a shout. He

almost collapsed against the boy’s back, but with a last

reserve of strength, he stood up straight, grabbed Aiden,

and laid him faceup on the kitchen table. He pulled the

boy’s legs apart and took the hard, bobbing cock into his

mouth. Aiden writhed, his fists clenching and

unclenching. Keaton sucked the shaft, swallowing

around it, then lapped at the head. He withdrew, and

Aiden moaned, “No. No, no, please… ”

“Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes!”

“What is it?”

Aiden could barely find breath to answer. “That

dressing naughty gets me two orgasms.”

Keaton laughed. “Who said anything about two?”

“Oh please… ” Aiden’s back arched.

“Dressing naughty gets you paddled, and”—

Keaton licked the slit of the boy’s cock—“teased.”

Aiden let out a groan of frustration, gyrating his

hips, trying to get more contact. “I’ll be good,” he

whimpered. “Really. Just please, please let me come.”

“How do you think it’ll feel to have those tight

pants stretched across your sore ass all day?”

Aiden keened. “I don’t knoooooowwwwww.”

“You should have thought of that before you wore

those in front of me.” With a grin, he went down on

Aiden once more, taking him all the way into his throat.

Aiden came hard, then went completely limp.

Keaton wiped his mouth, leaned across the table,

and kissed the boy. “Naughty boy. You’re all worn-out.”

Aiden’s eyes fluttered, and he nodded.

“Maybe you should lie down awhile.”

Aiden didn’t protest. Keaton scooped him up and

carried him to the living room, depositing him gently on

the couch, facedown, and spreading a blanket over him.

Aiden sighed and arched his back, pushing his ass

into the air. Keaton gave it a couple of firm pats through

the blanket.

“Owwwww,

no,

I’m

being

good,”

Aiden

murmured, eyes closed.

“You are,” Keaton agreed. “I just can’t resist.”

Aiden smiled. “Love you,” he said.

“Love you too.”

Aiden woke up, dark thoughts crawling inside him.

He didn’t know what had caused the shift in his mood.

Had he had a nightmare? He grabbed his phone from the

coffee table to check the time and saw he had two new

texts. From Scott.

Party @ Obey 2night. Brng boyfriend. Or don’t. New toys

to show you. Hot. Hard-core.

The second text read:

I miss you.

Aiden shook his head. Scott Runge was a

manipulative, arrogant bastard. He ought to text Scott

back and tell him to fuck off. Except that heat surged

through him at the thought of a party in Obey’s basement

dungeon and at the idea of new toys and a hard-core

scene. He’d loved what he and Keaton had done this

morning, but part of him still missed hard-core play—the

costumes, the equipment, the real, lasting
pain
.

He shifted and winced as his sore butt made contact

with the couch.
Talk about lasting pain
. Another text came

through from Scott.

Pick u up @ 9.

Shit. No way did Scott mean it. He wasn’t going to

come here to pick Aiden up. Aiden forced himself to

breathe. There was a good chance he and Keaton would

still be at Hera’s at nine. Scott could wait as long as he

wanted. Aiden already had plans.

What if Scott did wait?

What if he was in the driveway when Aiden and

Keaton got home?

Aiden’s heart jumped anxiously, and he willed it to

be calm. It was two thirty-two. He wasn’t sure where

Keaton was. He decided to go to the gym for an hour,

then come back and get ready for dinner.

The exercise made him feel a little better—until he

got home and checked the mail and found an envelope

from UC Irvine. He tore it open and scanned the letter.

They had rejected him.