Pup (14 page)
gasped when a finger entered him. His heart was hammering painfully in his chest. He was going to fucking shake apart. He’d given himself plenty of enemas in the past, but the thought of Tackett watching and listening while he did it unsettled him. Yet, as freaked out as he was, his ass was pushing back against the invading digit, caged cock trying to fill.
“Just relax, pup.” Tackett’s voice was low, smooth. “Think about how good that heavy metal plug is going to feel in your ass.” That finger twisted, pushed deep. “Stretching you.” Tackett pulled out, pushed back into him hard. “Filling you.”
Tackett added a second finger, scissoring them, making Micah go up on tiptoes.
He wanted those fingers, wanted them deep and there, but the bag was hanging on the showerhead, right fucking in front of his face. He couldn’t breathe. Micah squeezed his eyes shut and tried to get air into his painful chest.
Tackett’s hand moved from Micah’s shoulder down his spine to his lower back, pressing, grounding him. Micah groaned softly as those thick fingers moved in and out of him faster, harder, stabbing into him over and over.
Micah could only nod and moan, his focus on his ass, the delicious stretching friction, rocking his hips and begging for more. Tackett knew. He knew what Micah needed. The hand on his back rubbing, caressing, fingers continuing in and out of his ass in a fast, smooth rhythm, keeping him right there until the panic drained from his body with the flowing water.
Micah swallowed his whimper when Tackett’s fingers slid out and then tensed when the hard plastic tip pushed past his entrance. “Tac…. Sir. Please, can I do it?”
“I’m going to start the flow now. Just take some deep breaths.”
The shaking started again, the trembling moving down his body, and he locked his knees to keep from falling to them. “Please. Please, Sir. Let me do it.”
The hand on his back pressed harder. “You’re mine, pup, every inch of you, inside and out.” Tackett pressed his lips against Micah’s spine. “You’re mine to take care of. The only thing you have to think about is pleasing me.”
The warm water beginning to fill him, and he clenched his ass muscles. His heart rate began to soar again. He could hear the pulse of each beat as a loud rush in his ears. Christ, this was fucking insane. He didn’t want to do this. It was necessary, but not something he wanted Tackett to see. It was nasty, and he was going to fucking pass out if he couldn’t breathe. The water kept flowing inside him.
“Oh, fuck!” He groaned, belly starting to cramp.
“Shh. I got you, pup. Stop thinking and trust I know what’s best for you.” Tackett nuzzled his neck, kissing his flesh while moving his hand from Micah’s back to his stomach. “Think about your pretty plug stretching you, getting your ass ready for me to fuck.” Tackett kept kissing him between words, fingers stroking his belly. “Would you like that, boy? Feel that plug sliding out of you, so slowly, until you’re left empty, needing? And I’ll give you what you need, Micah. I’ll fill you so full, fuck you so hard.”
“Oh God! Yes, Sir. Want that so bad.”
“Just a little more, pup.”
Micah groaned, belly convulsing painfully, but he bit down on his lip, worked to get his breathing under control, and concentrated on Tackett. Imagined the shiny plug sliding out of his ass, and Tackett’s fat cock pushing in. Watching the man’s face as he came, knowing he was bringing pleasure to him. Those lips on his neck, hand stroking his belly. He forgot everything but Tackett and gave his fear over to him.
“Okay, pup. I’m going to remove the tube. Hold it for me.”
Micah nodded, letting Tackett do whatever he wanted with him, his mind in another room, with a warm mattress beneath him and Tackett above him, inside him.
was pliant in his arms as Tackett led him to the bedroom. They’d pushed a boundary, and for the first time since bringing Micah home, Tackett felt as if Micah had fully let go and trusted him. Tackett knew it was only a brief reprieve for Micah’s overactive mind and wandering focus, but he was pleased at how the pup had responded, the seed of confidence Blake had planted the day before growing.
He left Micah standing in the middle of the room in nothing but a towel while he pulled out the paddle, lube, and plug and laid them out on the bed where Micah could see them. Tackett moved to stand in front of Micah, and a water droplet ran down his pup’s bare chest. He leaned over and licked along the same path, down to Micah’s pierced nipple. Tackett grabbed the little ring in his teeth, twisting it, hearing Micah hiss in a harsh breath, before he released it and soothed the sting with the flat of his tongue.
“I’m so proud of you, pup,” Tackett praised, before putting his mouth around the other pierced nub and sucking it into his mouth, flicking the ring with his tongue.
Tackett straightened, met Micah’s gaze, and gave him a warm smile. “You ready for your plug, boy?”
“You were picturing it while we were in the shower, weren’t you? Imagined me sliding it into you, filling you.”
Micah began to twitch, his excitement intensifying. “You were telling me exactly what you were going to do to me, Sir. How you were going to fuck me.” Micah closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and blew it out before opening his eyes and meeting Tackett’s gaze again. His blue eyes were dark with lust.
“You have to earn it, pup,” Tackett said huskily, his desire ratcheting up, cock filling. If he had to bind the boy, blindfold and gag him to get him to be still, he would. Micah wasn’t the only one hoping for a fuck.
A sly smile curled Micah’s lips at seeing Tackett’s desire, and he leaned in slightly. “I’ll do my very best, Sir,” Micah whispered seductively.
“I’m sure you will, pup.” Tackett turned away, his control beginning to slip.
Tackett sat on the edge of the mattress. “But first, your discipline.” Tackett worked to keep his voice stern. “Over my lap, pup.”
Micah eagerly moved into position. Tackett did so like that enthusiasm in the man. And his smooth skin. Tackett rubbed his palm over the three red lines on Micah’s ass. And he really, really liked seeing his marks on the boy. Micah pushed up into his hand, butt wiggling a bit. Teasing.
Tackett squeezed Micah’s ass cheek hard, and Micah arched in response and took in sharp breath. Tackett didn’t release the cheek until Micah stilled and relaxed against him. Smiling, he picked up the lube and plug. After he snapped the top on the lube with his thumb, Tackett poured a generous amount along the plug before snapping the top shut again and tossing it aside. Tackett slicked up the toy and his fingers as he liberally coated the plug. Tackett then slid his slick fingers down along Micah’s crease and pushed one finger into Micah. He twisted his finger, lubing Micah, not teasing.
“Ready, pup?”
“Yes, Sir,” Micah said excitedly.
Tackett shook his head, smiling, and pressed the cold metal plug against Micah’s entrance. A shiver went through Micah, but he didn’t call out or complain about the temperature of the metal. The coolness, while a little shocking, would feel good against Micah’s hole. His body would heat it soon enough.
Tackett pressed a little, tapping and teasing at the little ring of muscles, until they relaxed, spread, and let the plug in. The toy was narrow at the tip, and he slid the plug in a little farther, stopping where it flared. Pulled it out and pushed it in, back and forth, pushing a little farther with each stroke.
“Feels good, Sir.” Micah stiffened as a deep moan poured out of him. “The….” Micah coughed, clearing his throat. “Feels good, but the cage is frustrating, Sir.”
“Poor pup.” He pushed the plug in a little farther till the widest part was stretching Micah’s ass. Tackett ran a finger around the rim of Micah’s stretched hole. “Should I stop, pup?”
“That’s the spirit, pup.” He pulled out the plug half an inch, and then pushed it all the way in until the wide base was flush against Micah’s ass.
Micah cried out, his head snapping back for a second, his body bow-tight as he processed the burn. Tackett nudged the plug, angling it until it hit Micah’s gland. Micah let him know when he’d found the right spot by the “Oh God” that turned into a deep moan.
The way Micah felt against his groin, the sounds pouring from the man, his marks right there, red and sexy, and the silver plug, added to the overall cock-hardening sight. Tackett’s breath was a little too rapid, and he smoothed a hand across Micah’s back, taking a moment to calm his pup and himself.
Tackett’s pulse was still a little faster than he liked, but his breath was becoming more even. He gave Micah’s upper thigh a light slap. “Why do you need to be disciplined, pup?” he asked, and picked up the paddle.
“Discipline helps ground me, Sir. A daily reminder that you’re in charge. Regular discipline lessens the need for punishment.”
He rubbed the paddle across Micah’s skin, the only warning he gave, before pulling back and bringing the paddle down firmly on the top of Micah’s thigh. Tackett set a steady rhythm, warming Micah’s flesh, alternating slaps to each thigh. He avoided the red stripes on Micah’s ass and the plug for now. Micah stayed tense, twitching and pulling away from each blow. Tackett didn’t slow his strokes or change the weight behind them. After a moment, Micah began to release the tension in his muscles, and his moans turned to a contented hum. Satisfied Micah was finding a good headspace, Tackett kept the steady, even rhythm, but added a little more muscle behind the blows.
Micah began undulating his hips, rocking into each slap and pressing against Tackett’s hard cock. The man was so sexy, such a hedonist, moaning and humming as he found his pleasure in the sting.
When the edge of the paddle hit the plug, Micah nearly jerked off his lap, crying out, and Tackett had to press down hard on his back to keep him in place.
“A few more, pup. Take it for me.” Tackett added a little snap to his voice, a little growl.
Micah panted, his breathing harsh, as he worked to move above the pain in his ass and cock. A light sheen of sweat covered Micah’s body, a flush moving up his back, but some of the tension left his body, and he slumped across Tackett’s lap.
Micah continued to rock slightly as Tackett lightened the slaps, bringing Micah back down slowly until Micah’s breath evened out and he began to hum again. Tackett then dropped the paddle to the floor with a thud and ran his hand over Micah’s hot flesh.
“Such a good boy,” he murmured, digging his fingers into Micah’s thighs, encouraging him to keep rocking. The friction against Tackett’s hard and leaking prick pulled a deep, rumbling moan from him.
“Thank you, Sir. Feels good.” Micah’s voice was barely above a whisper as he floated from the released endorphins.
Tackett kept rubbing Micah’s heated flesh, the pressure on his cock so good, an ache settling into his sac, throbbing, until his need for release pushed him to grab Micah’s hair and pull his head back until Tackett saw stunned blue eyes. “Suck me,” he growled and moved Micah off his lap.
Tackett pushed Micah, guiding him to sit back. Micah gritted his teeth, and hissed when his ass hit his calves, jostling the plug, but he held Tackett’s gaze and allowed him to move him into position.
Tackett grabbed his cock at the base, holding it out from his body and shoving Micah’s head down, forcing his cockhead past Micah’s lips. Tackett thrust up, short stabs into Micah’s warm, wet mouth until he heard the man blow out a breath through his nose, then thrust hard at the same time, pressing down on the back of Micah’s head, forcing him to take Tackett’s cock to the hilt.
“Fuck, yes!” He held his boy right there, cutting off his air supply. Micah retched, but didn’t try to pull away. After a long moment, he pulled Micah’s head back till only the flared head was past his lips, letting him take a breath.
Micah’s chest heaved, saliva running from his mouth, flowing down Tackett’s cock. Tackett released Micah’s curls, stretched his fingers, then grabbed another handful of curls and shoved Micah’s head down, pushing up into his throat, holding him there.
“I own you, boy,” he groaned. “Your body, your thoughts, your every fucking breath.” He held Micah for a few more seconds, felt Micah nod as best he could with the tight fist in his hair and cock in his throat, before Tackett let him ease back.
“Suck,” he ordered and released the hold on Micah’s hair and leaned on his elbows.
Micah sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, and twisted his head. Such an eager pup. Wet slurping sounds vibrated along the length of Tackett’s prick, settling in his balls. “That’s it, boy,” he groaned. “Suck me. Please me.”
Micah sucked even harder, tongue teasing along the thick blood-swollen veins, moaning, begging for Tackett’s cum. One, two more hard snaps of Tackett’s hips and he gave his boy what he wanted. He shot his spunk into that eager mouth, Micah swallowing down every drop until Tackett was spent and slumped back onto the mattress.
