How to Train Your Dom in Five Easy Steps (5 page)

Was he? “I haven’t got a problem with other blokes being gay, but since I’m not, then yeah, there’s something wrong with me doing gay stuff.”

Eddie huffed. “Fine, well, if you won’t use a bare hand, then a flogger would be the next best thing. I’m not saying you can’t give a good caning without warming up first, but it’s a different kind of pain and not one that most people will enjoy. If you want to learn how to give the pleasurable sort of pain, then you need to master the warm-up first. Do you know how to wield a flogger? It’s all in the wrist.”

“Yes, of course I bloody well know.” Jeff had practised on a cushion.

“Fine, just checking. Well, I’m ready when you are.”

Jeff picked up the flogger and tested its weight. He’d gone for one with lots of long, thin suede tails. In black, of course, as there had only been a choice of black or purple. These fetish people were certainly predictable with their gothy ways. He flicked the flogger against his sofa, pleased at the whumping sound it made. Was it going to sound like that on Eddie? He eyed his sub, considering it, and Eddie grinned at him.

“You know, I’ve never done a scene with a Top in a football shirt before.”

“Did I give you permission to speak, slut?” Jeff flicked out the flogger, and the tails just caught Eddie’s flank.

“Ow. No, Sir. You didn’t, but since you hadn’t forbidden it, I went ahead. And you know, this is supposed to be a learning session. I can’t instruct if I can’t speak.”

If the cheeky bugger thought he was going to get a chance to lecture Jeff, he had another thing coming. “I learn best through teaching myself, so I don’t want you speaking unless I’m doing something wrong or dangerous. You got that?”

“I hear you, Sir, but you should probably know I’m fairly disobedi-
ow
!”

Jeff had flicked the flogger harder this time, the tails whacking down right across both cheeks of Eddie’s arse. Yeah, that was satisfying. The skin didn’t look any different yet, but he’d only just got started. Jeff gave another few fierce whacks, then walked around to the other side so both cheeks would get a good toasting.

Eddie stuck his arse out farther and groaned. A deep exhalation of pleasure that tingled up and down Jeff’s spine and ended up zipping down his legs and making his toes curl up. And on the way there, it took a detour to Jeff’s balls, making them churn. Yeah, those were the sorts of sounds he wanted to hear from his sub. Of course, he wanted it in a higher-pitched voice, but a groan was a groan. Jeff adjusted his package, trying to get more comfortable in his jeans. The temptation to loosen the zip was there, but if he did that, then who knew what would happen. And letting another man blow him would definitely be gay.

Jeff’s dick ached at the thought of plunging into wet, sucking heat. God, he did love getting blowjobs.

What about if Jeff ordered Eddie to blow him? Would that be more or less gay than just opening his fly and letting Eddie do what he wanted?

The question refused to resolve itself, but the swings of his flogger were somehow both calming and exciting. Jeff got a bit more adventurous, working up Eddie’s back and then concentrating on his shoulders. Eddie made even more noise. Fuck. What if the neighbours could hear? But no, these walls were solid stone, and you could only hear their telly when they had it on really fucking loud, and even then only because it was right by the chimney breast, which acted like a sound box.

He had Eddie right by the chimney breast. Shit. What if Mrs. Davis thought that was Jeff making all that racket? He chucked the flogger over onto the sofa. His work with it was done, anyway. Eddie’s skin had gone a nice shade of pink, like that clematis he had growing over the pergola.

Fuck. He really wanted to see his handprint there in pink.

No, touching another man’s arse was definitely gay. No two ways about it.

Unless he was just experimenting.

Yeah. Experimenting was okay. That didn’t mean anything, did it? Lots of people experimented with stuff. Jeff had once had a guitar lesson, but that didn’t make him a musician, did it? It was fine to just try new things out. Thinking of which…

“Get up.” Jeff grabbed hold of Eddie’s hair, which wasn’t like touching bare skin, so that was okay. He pulled Eddie’s head up and got him onto his knees.

“Arrrgh, that hurts. Bastard.”

“I think you’ll find that’s Sir Bastard to you.”

“Yes, Sir Bastard.” Eddie’s expression was a little dazed, like he’d had a toke on a joint or something, but he wasn’t completely out of it yet. He was with it enough to give Jeff a wink and a cheeky smile. Jeff wanted to see Eddie flying on an endorphin high, like he’d talked about back at the pub.

So Jeff stepped over to the sofa, pulling Eddie with him by the hair, and sat slap bang in the middle. He grabbed hold of Eddie’s waist—because if he was going to spank him, fuck it, he’d be touching bare skin in a moment anyway—and shoved him down over his lap.

Eddie squirmed a bit, so Jeff slapped his hip. “Keep still.”

“Just trying to get comfy.”

“You don’t get to be comfy, bitch.”

“You know, you’re really very good at this whole domination thing.”

“Shut up,” Jeff barked, but the compliment left him glowing. Yeah, this was going well. It was odd, really, because he wasn’t doing anything particularly different than he had with the last woman he’d tried this with—not that he’d ever got this far. She’d had a right go at him about ripping one of her hair extensions out, then flounced out of the door and told him not to bother calling back. Honestly, how was he supposed to have known it wasn’t all real? If she’d only gone and told him to begin with, he’d never have tried grabbing her hair.

But Eddie seemed to be made of sterner stuff. And he definitely wasn’t wearing hair extensions. Jeff tugged on Eddie’s hair again. “Look at me. I want to see your face when I’m doing this.” He hadn’t thought he would, but he really wanted to find out what expressions went with those sexy noises Eddie made.

Uh, not sexy noises. Sexual noises. There was an important difference. Yeah. Of course there was.

Eddie turned his head so Jeff could see most of his face, all squashed up against the sofa cushion. “Go on, then. Show me what you’ve got,” he taunted.

“That’s show me what you’ve got, Sir.” Jeff punctuated the sentence with a good wallop to Eddie’s left arse cheek.

“Fuck! That was hard.”

Jeff went for the other cheek and gave it the full benefit of his arm muscles.

“Arrrgh!” Eddie seemed to be having problems catching his breath. His eyes were scrunched shut and his brow all crinkled.

Jeff hit him again and again, as hard as he could. The skin was coming up bright red now. Eddie’s hands scrabbled on the sofa and his body bucked and twisted. He was making a sobbing sound. Jeff’s dick was fucking well throbbing now. He wanted to press Eddie down against it and feel his body writhing as Jeff walloped him. What a way to get off.

Eddie looked like he was trying to say something. His mouth was working, and his eyes stared wildly. Jeff slowed down his smacks a bit, letting Eddie catch his breath enough to speak.

“Stop! Fuck, too much.”

Shit. Jeff thumped the sofa cushion instead of landing another blow to Eddie’s backside. The skin there was so dark it was almost purple. He’d bloody well done it again, hadn’t he? Gotten way too carried away. Eddie wouldn’t want anything to do with him now.

“Sorry,” he choked out.

Chapter Six

The blows raining down on his backside had stopped at last, and Eddie fought for breath.

Wow. He hadn’t had a spanking like that since… To be honest, he wasn’t sure he’d ever had a spanking like that. What Jeff lacked in finesse, he made up for in brute force. He’d whacked Eddie so hard his blood was roaring in his ears, muffling everything.

Jeff was talking. Eddie forced himself to concentrate.

“Didn’t mean to lose control,” Jeff was saying gruffly, a humble expression on his face. He wasn’t meeting Eddie’s gaze but instead staring at Eddie’s arse. Okay, it probably did look pretty impressive after all that. Bruises, hopefully. Eddie didn’t seem to bruise as readily these days, for some reason. He figured his blood vessels had gone into hiding after all the voluntary trauma he’d put them through.

But he needed to stop thinking about his arse and reassure Jeff, didn’t he?

“S’okay. I was enjoying it.”

Jeff looked at him then, all confused. “But you told me to stop.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t safeword, did I?”

Jeff’s brow crumpled. He was cute when he was puzzled. “No, but you said stop. I thought maybe you’d forgotten your safeword.”

“Trust me, I’m not going to forget pancetta in a hurry. And even if I had, I’d have used red. That’s kind of the industry-standard safeword.”

“So why did you tell me to stop?”

Okay, this would demand some concentration to explain. And being in this awkward position with his head lower than his body really wasn’t helping matters. Eddie eased himself up off Jeff’s lap, bracing himself against the arm of the sofa when he felt dizzy. He went to sit, then thought better of it and sank to his knees in front of Jeff instead. At least Jeff had a nice soft rug on his living room floor. “It’s all part of letting myself go. Having the freedom to protest and say no and stop, even if I really want it to carry on. And knowing that you’ll carry on pushing me past what I think I can take.” Eddie paused, gathering his thoughts. “Actually, that’s the first time anyone’s got me to that stage with just a bare-hand spanking. Your hand must be killing you.”

Jeff flexed his fingers and winced. “Yeah. It is.”

“Right, and we don’t want either of us to sustain any permanent injury, so you need to learn to listen to your body too. I’m guessing you didn’t feel it while you were spanking me because of all the endorphins coursing through you.”

“I thought it was just you who got high off them.”

“Trust me, you’re getting them too. Didn’t you feel euphoric? I could feel how turned on you were.”

Jeff’s hands went to his crotch again, and Eddie was pleased to see there was still a distinct bulge in the denim. The man looked hung. Fuck it, Eddie couldn’t resist licking his lips.

“You got off on it too.” Jeff gave a very deliberate look at Eddie’s erection—now drooping slightly, but it wouldn’t take much to make it perk up again. Just Jeff’s gaze might be enough, in fact. Eddie’s cock stirred with an infusion of fresh blood.

Eddie grinned at Jeff’s wide-eyed appreciation. At least, he thought it was appreciation. Eddie liked to think he had a nice cock. Might not be the largest around, but it had a good curve to it and a nicely flared head. If there were penis beauty contests, he thought he’d be in for a chance of winning the sash. And then he’d tie it around his balls. Mmm…

Eddie wiggled his arse, feeling the soreness as he moved his muscles. Lovely. “How about you try out something else next. The crop, perhaps? Just don’t put quite as much welly into it as you just did, or you’ll probably break it.”

Jeff’s eyes narrowed. Was Eddie being too bossy? “Bring me the tawse,” he said. “And the cane.”

“You’re not seriously going to cane me after that, are you? It’ll fucking kill.”

“Are you a painslut or not?”

Eddie folded his arms.

“Well? Answer me, bitch!”

Oh, that tone of voice had done the trick, making Eddie’s little beauty queen stand to attention. “Yes, Sir. I’m a painslut.”

“Then bring me the cane. Now. Come on. Faster. No, stay on your knees.”

Eddie dropped back down again and shuffled over to the table. Jeff could dole out humiliation too. This boded well. He grabbed the cane and tawse, then paused. What the hell, he might as well bring the whole lot.

Jeff was still sitting there, looking insanely hot in his football shirt. It added to the whole thuggish, working-class vibe. Eddie did love a bit of rough. The glare worked with it too, especially under those dark, lowered eyebrows.

“I said the cane and the tawse, slut,” Jeff snarled.

Eddie’s toes curled with anticipation. “I’ve been a bad boy.” He tried to keep his face straight, but it was impossible not to smirk just a little. “You’ll have to punish me for my disobedience.”

“You’re bloody right I will. Over my knee. Now!”

Eddie flopped down over Jeff’s lap eagerly, making sure he rubbed up against Jeff’s cock while he did so. Jeff grunted and turned it into a cough, but he wasn’t fooling Eddie. Oh no. The man wanted to come, and there was a very good chance he’d come inside Eddie. Or perhaps over Eddie. God, that would be good. He loved being covered in spunk.

The first crack of the paddle took him by surprise, shocking him out of a fantasy of Jeff’s monster cock splurting all over his face. It was followed by another in quick succession, and Eddie had to wonder if that was the paddle after all. Not the crop or the cane, definitely, but there was something of a sharp edge to it. Oh yeah, the tawse. He’d only had them used on him a few times, and not for ages, but now he remembered the sting you got from that gap down the middle. Made it faster than a paddle too, raining down on Eddie’s arse like a hailstorm. Eddie groaned out all the pain and pleasure, humping against Jeff’s meaty thigh as the blows continued. If he could only get a bit more friction…

“Stop that.” A hand crashed down on the small of Eddie’s back, pinning him down, and then he couldn’t move anywhere. He just had to endure.

“Enough!” he gasped at one point, and “Stop, you bastard!” but Jeff just laughed and carried on giving him what he wanted. The bastard learnt quickly, that was for sure.

By the time Jeff stopped, Eddie was soaring. It didn’t feel like pain anymore. Each blow was a burst of electricity, sparking off a chain reaction all through his body. All thoughts were gone from his brain. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t protest. He was like a rag doll.

“Eddie, Eddie? Are you okay?”

Eddie grinned. He was drooling a bit, but he didn’t care. Couldn’t Jeff see Eddie was still rock hard? He’d have pointed at his cock, but his arms were stuffed with cotton wool.

Jeff didn’t look reassured. And he was cradling Eddie’s jaw in a way that was more sweet than commanding. Shit. Eddie had to try for an explanation, but words were near impossible like this. Bugger. He pulled his brain cells together, that wonderful feeling slipping away as he did so.

“Subspace,” he eventually managed to say, although it came out kind of slurry. “S’good.”

Jeff obviously understood enough to get what was going on, as his frown cleared and lust took over. Mmm, his face was more beautiful than Eddie had thought. When he looked like that, he was possibly the best-looking man in the universe. Even with the broken nose.

“On your knees, bitch,” Jeff said

Eddie tried to move, but his arms and legs didn’t want to listen to his brain. “Can’t move,” he explained and was grateful for the rough hands that shoved him down to the floor. Oh yeah, that made him feel like a proper slut.

Eddie sat back on his ankles and smiled up at Jeff. What would come next? Jeff let go of Eddie’s hair. Fuck. Without that to anchor him he was going to fall backwards and probably bugger up his knees in the process, but he didn’t have the vocabulary to explain all that right now.

Jeff’s eyes turned black, and his hands went to exactly the right place. His crotch. Oh yeah. Eddie willed them to undo the zip. He somehow managed to raise his own to help, but Jeff batted them away. “Hands behind your back. Now.”

Mmm, his favourite position to give a blowjob from. How had Jeff known? It was like he’d reached into Eddie’s brain and ransacked his store of fantasies.

When Jeff’s cock finally sprang out, Eddie gasped. “Fuck!” It was the thickest, reddest, meanest and veiniest dick he’d ever seen. Oh yeah, that was another page torn out from his fantasy book. It looked almost evil, especially with that bush of black hair at the base. And those large, pendulous balls hanging behind.

Eddie was drooling again.

“Please, Sir,” he whispered, but he couldn’t force the rest of the words out. Little bastards were still not cooperating. “Please.” He could manage that one at least.

“What do you want, slut? Answer me.”

Eddie struggled, and eventually the words came unstuck. “You. In my mouth. Please.” Balls or cock, he wasn’t fussed which. Hey, he’d even settle for a finger or a tongue. Or a toe. Toe-sucking was degrading in a particularly hot way.

But Jeff’s cock would be best of all.

Jeff wasn’t smiling, but he had an intense look on his face that Eddie wanted to see so much more of.
I did that. I did it to a straight man. Or one who at least thinks he’s straight, even if his cock doesn’t.

The cock in question battered against Eddie’s lips, and he opened eagerly and sucked on that head. Ooh, tasty. Bitter and ripe, like Kalamata olives. Eddie hoped Jeff liked drool, because he was going to be salivating like crazy with that flavour in his mouth.

Oh, but Jeff had to use a condom. Bugger. But those were Eddie’s rules, and no matter how tasty Jeff was, he had to wear one. “Condom,” he said, staring up at Jeff.

Jeff frowned. “I honestly don’t have anything you need to worry about.”

“But I don’t know that for sure.” Eddie slumped sideways and found his jeans. There were rubbers in the pocket. And damn it, he didn’t want Jeff to have second thoughts, but he didn’t want to give in too easily. It was so fucking tempting just to take Jeff’s word for it.

He eventually found one of the packets and rolled a cola-flavoured condom onto Jeff, who wrinkled his nose. “Can I still come on your face?”

“Yes, please.”

Jeff smiled then, briefly, before pulling a stern expression. “Hands behind your back and stick your tongue out. Right out.”

Yeah, like Eddie needed someone to coach him in how to give head. But he did what Jeff asked anyway, because deep throating this baby was all he wanted to do right now. He shoved his head as far forward as he could manage, but it wasn’t deep enough without anything to grab hold of. Fuck it. It was time to break some more of Jeff’s rules.

He grabbed hold of Jeff’s buttocks. Oh yeah. Firm and strong. Jeff had a great body. He dug his fingers in and took down that last inch. Couldn’t breathe.
Yeah, so good.

“What did I tell you?” Jeff growled. “Hands behind your back, bitch.”

Eddie looked up into Jeff’s eyes, and he liked what he saw there. Lust and wildness, with just enough determination to stay in control. He dropped his hands and tried to get that deep again without them, but it just wasn’t happening. He moaned in frustration.

“You want my cock deep in your throat, do you? Yeah, you do, dirty slut like you. Bet you love choking on cock.”

Eddie did his best to nod and say
hell yes
, but it came out as a needy-sounding whine. He tried again, but he still couldn’t quite bury his nose in Jeff’s pubes.

His scalp pulled as Jeff took two handfuls of his hair, and then it was all about trying not to gag as Jeff pushed in deeper than Eddie thought he could take. So good!

“Yeah, that’s it. Take it all, you dirty slut. That’s what you came here for, wasn’t it? You were hungry for my cock. And now I’m going to fuck your face with it, bitch.”

Eddie moaned with pleasure as Jeff made good on his promise. There was almost no time to breathe, Jeff fucked him so hard and fast, keeping up a string of dirty talk, but Eddie managed to snatch the occasional breath when he had to. Bloody hell. His lips were going to be bruised and swollen with the way Jeff was battering in. Saliva ran down his chin. Tears ran down his face. It was heaven. Or at least, it would be if he could taste Jeff rather than the sickly cola-latex combination.

“Yeah, that’s it. Oh yeah, I’m gonna come. Come all over your face, coz you’re such a slut. You don’t deserve me coming in your mouth.”

Eddie could come like this, he was sure. If Jeff just kept up a bit longer.

Jeff pulled out and whipped the rubber off.

Eddie whined.

Jeff’s cock hit him in the cheek. One side, then the other. Oh, he loved a good cock battering.

Jeff pumped his hand while Eddie looked up into his face. He was concentrating hard, deep lines between his brow. So fucking sexy.

Jeff’s face went slack, and wetness hit Eddie’s cheek. Fuck his rules. Eddie wanted a taste. He stuck out his tongue, eagerly chasing the tip of Jeff’s cock. But Jeff kept hold of Eddie’s hair and wouldn’t let him suck him down again. Instead, he painted it over Eddie’s face. It was joining the spittle and tears and dribbling down Eddie’s chin and onto his chest.

Fuck. Jeff came like a bloody war horse.

Another spurt hit him square in the mouth, and Jeff grunted. This time he didn’t resist as Eddie found the head of his cock and licked it clean. Jeff’s body was heaving, and it felt like he was using Eddie’s head as support to stop him from falling over, but that didn’t matter. Eddie’s lust was keeping him upright.

“Enough,” Jeff finally said, his voice all hoarse.

Yeah, Eddie had done that to him.

He looked up into Jeff’s face. He had this look of utter bliss there. Eddie should take advantage of it. Who knew when the weirdness would hit? Because it was bound to, wasn’t it, with a straight bloke like Jeff.

“Do I get to come too, Sir?” he asked.

Jeff stared at him, and for a moment Eddie thought he might have pushed him too far. But then Jeff gave a kind of what-the-hell grimace. “Touch yourself,” he croaked. “Come at my feet.”

Oh yeah, Eddie didn’t need asking twice. He fumbled his zip open somehow. The moment he took hold of his erection, his balls responded, pumping jizz out. Eddie tried to keep his eyes open to watch it spurt over Jeff’s tan-coloured Caterpillar work boots and his rug. Oh yeah. That was the stuff.