Screwing the System (6 page)

“You’ve got a pretty little pair here. Do you ever shave them?”

“No, er, boss,” he remembered to add at the last moment. “I’m not into manscaping.” He wasn’t all that hairy anyway, to be honest, so it never seemed like he needed to bother.

“You should give it a try sometime. Feels amazing, fucking a smoothly shaved lad. Maybe you could let me do it for you one day, once you trust me enough.”

Once Cosmo trusted him enough? He almost laughed at that. There he was, leaning over the man’s lap with his bits on display, even though he knew he was about to receive a hiding. It didn’t make a lot of sense to him, but he reckoned he’d extended a fair bit of trust already.

Alasdair was still talking. It sounded like he was reciting an ode to Cosmo’s arsehole. He gave a litany of all the things he wanted to do to it and put into it. Cosmo whimpered a bit more when he mentioned fucking him with his tongue. Shit, it was almost as good as him actually doing it. Who would have thought delaying the deed could be so much fun? Frustrating as hell, but still fun—if fun was the right word for something that intense.

Alasdair’s fingers stopped their relentless exploration of his privates, and he felt breath gusting warm against his tailbone. “Are you ready for your punishment, boy?”

“Yes, boss. Please.” Because if Alasdair squeezed his balls for one moment longer, Cosmo was going to paint those leather-clad thighs with spunk.

And then Alasdair pressed a kiss on his coccyx. Just a brief tickle of stubble and lips, but it filled Cosmo with an insatiable need for sensation.

“Okay, here goes,” Alasdair said. “Just twenty for today. We can build up to more when you’re used to it.”

“That’s assuming I’ll let you do this again,” he muttered, but more to be cheeky than out of any real objection. Alasdair paused, though, and when he spoke again, he sounded like he was choosing his words carefully.

“You know you can stop this at any point, Cosmo, if you need a break. Tell me your safe words again.”

“I’m fine, really.”

“Tell me.” Alasdair’s tone brooked no argument.

“Erm, yellow to slow down, and red to stop completely.”

“Close. Yellow or amber will do. Use that one if you need a breather. Red stops everything, and I’ll take you home straight away if you want. Do you understand?”

“Yes, boss. I’m not thick, you know.”

Alasdair chuckled, which was both annoying and reassuring. “I know you’re a smart one. I just want to make sure you understand the rules of the game. Okay, we’ll just get started, then. One.” As he spoke the word, sharp pain exploded across Cosmo’s right butt cheek.

“Ow! That hurt.”

“That’s the idea.” Alasdair massaged his stinging cheek, turning the pain tingly. “Two.”

A matching slap landed on his other cheek, the sound ringing out in the quiet room.

“Arrgh! You’re a vicious bugger, you know that?”

Alasdair kept up a steady tempo of stroke, massage, stroke, while Cosmo yelled at him and called him all manner of names. He squirmed and struggled, but with his dick clamped between those strong legs, he wasn’t going anywhere. He wasn’t sure he even wanted to, as the spanking sent a rush of blood to his privates, and his knob was so hard it ached. “Sadistic bastard.”

By the time they got to eighteen, though, the sensations had changed. What had stung like hell had now transformed into a hot sizzle that seemed to flash through Cosmo’s whole body. His balls tingled in response to the next stroke, and his fingers and toes dug down into the pile of the rug as a groan tore out of his throat.

“Nineteen…”

“Oh fuck.” Cosmo’s back arched involuntarily, thrusting his arse up to meet the final stroke.

“Twenty.”

“More. Please, boss, don’t stop. It was just starting to feel good.”

Alasdair’s hands kneaded his bum hard, sparking off a delicious response in Cosmo’s sensitised nerve endings. He moaned and wriggled, pushing up into the touch.

“Good boy, you did so well.”

“Please, boss, I want more.”

“It was supposed to be a punishment, but seeing as how you took it so enthusiastically, I think you could have another five as a reward.” Alasdair’s voice had a kind of velvety smugness, but he could hear the raw lust lurking underneath.

Cosmo took the last five strokes with enthusiasm, pushing his arse up to welcome that hand as Alasdair beat an exquisite rhythm into his flesh. He nearly came on the last one and had to use all his willpower to stop himself humping Alasdair’s thighs and shooting his load.

But the delicious torture was over, and Alasdair helped him up to sit on his lap. Cosmo was going to say something, make some sassy remark about how he’d have to go harder than that next time, but Alasdair’s lips found his, stealing his breath. He rubbed against that stubbly jaw and moaned shamelessly as Alasdair swept his tongue into his mouth. Alasdair kissed him slowly, deliberately, and with a mastery that turned his limbs to jelly.

“Mmm, you taste like a naughty boy, all booze and tobacco.”

“Is that a turn-on?”

“Oh yes. Much better than that awful chewing gum. I’m going to enjoy taming you.”

“Chance’d be a fine thing.”

“Is that a challenge?” Alasdair asked, his eyes twinkling.

Cosmo grinned and wiggled his bum to spark off more of that wonderful heat. “I still want my proper reward, boss. You promised me.” And he snuck his hand down to the huge bulge in Alasdair’s trousers, just in case he’d forgotten what the reward was. “Bet you’ll like kissing me even better when I taste of you.”

Alasdair groaned, and Cosmo caught a glimpse of the lust he was keeping under restraint, flaring up in his eyes and flashing over his face. Cosmo massaged that meaty erection through the leather of his jeans and licked Alasdair’s throat.

“On your knees, boy.” Alasdair’s voice was thick and gravelly, and Cosmo slithered down onto the floor between his legs.

Cosmo had assumed Alasdair would want to sit comfortably in the chair while he sucked him off, but instead Alasdair stood, towering over him again. He wasn’t scared of those flinty eyes anymore, though. He could see the excitement Alasdair was keeping under wraps. He wanted to watch him lose it. He wanted to suck out all that precious control and have him fuck his face without mercy.

God, this felt so right. Like he was made for this. Cosmo scrabbled for Alasdair’s fly with hungry hands, which were batted away.

“Hands behind your back, boy. You’re going to do this with your mouth.”

“I am?”

Alasdair flipped the top button of his fly, revealing the zip underneath. Okay, then. Teeth it was. Cosmo pushed his face into Alasdair’s crotch, getting a lungful of leather and aroused man. What a combination. It almost distracted him from his task, but when he rubbed his cheek against the outline of Alasdair’s erection, he felt the zip pull scrape his skin. He licked his way to it, grabbed it with his teeth and yanked. At first it didn’t seem like it was going to move, but Alasdair grabbed hold of the waistband, and it gave with a satisfying purr of metal on metal.

The smell was even stronger now, and the dark patch of wiry hair on view revealed that Alasdair had gone commando too. Was his dick going to taste of the leather it had been brushing up against? Cosmo salivated in anticipation and set about trying to pull down Alasdair’s trousers with his teeth. Bloody things wouldn’t budge.

“Maybe I’d better help you with that,” Alasdair said, humour rippling through his words.

“Please.”

Cosmo gasped as Alasdair finally freed the beast from the confines of his jeans. Oh yeah, his jaw was going to ache like crazy tomorrow. It wasn’t that Alasdair’s dick was all that much longer than average, but it was the thickest bastard he’d ever seen. Ropy veins patterned the shaft, and a juicy-looking head poked out of the hood, all eager, like it was ready to make friends with his throat. He licked his lips, inhaling that rich smell of Alasdair’s musk, before leaning forward and swiping his tongue around the head.

Alasdair groaned, a deep, heartfelt noise that flooded Cosmo with power. He opened wide to swallow him down, but Alasdair’s hand landed on his head.

“Not yet.” Alasdair teased him with that fat dick. It rubbed over his cheeks, his lips, trailing wet kisses against his skin.

“Please, boss,” he whispered. “I want to taste you.”

“Fuck, yes.”

This time, Alasdair let Cosmo wrap his lips around the head, filling his mouth with a rich flavour. The man must have been rubbing himself with crack cocaine or something, because one suck and Cosmo was an addict. There was him, thinking one man tasted much like another, and then Alasdair had to come along and prove him wrong again. Maybe he was learning to appreciate the finer things in life, but Alasdair tasted like one of those premium lagers you get in fancy, expensive bottles, and other guys were like the insipid, watery stuff that comes in a multi-pack deal.

Cosmo’s spunk-tasting notes were cut short by Alasdair beginning to thrust, and all his attention was taken by the sweet drag of that cock over his tongue, the insistent pushing into his throat, and the withdrawal that left him empty and aching. But Alasdair shoved back in again, demanding more, deeper, telling him what a good boy he was.

“That’s it, Cosmo. Let me in. Swallow me down.”

Cosmo took a deep breath and tried to relax enough to deep-throat. It was uncomfortable, what with Alasdair having such a fat cock, but when it finally popped through the ring of muscle, he wanted to cheer. He grabbed hold of those well-muscled glutes, trying to hold Alasdair in while he swallowed around him.

“Where are those badly behaved hands off to now, eh? I thought I told you to keep them behind your back, boy. Don’t make me tie them up for you.”

Cosmo looked up into Alasdair’s eyes and continued to slowly knead his arse. Despite what he’d said, the man wasn’t really annoyed with him. Amusement bubbled under his words.

“Such beautiful eyes,” Alasdair murmured. “I wanted to take you from behind, but now I’m thinking we should do it face-to-face so I can watch you.” It sounded like a line, but Alasdair really didn’t seem like the kind of man to use them. And besides, what need did he have for a line when he already had his dick halfway down Cosmo’s throat?

Cosmo made an enthusiastic noise around him, though, because doggy style or missionary, he didn’t much care so long as it was Alasdair’s dick in his arse, giving him the promised pounding of a lifetime. But when he thought about it some more, looking up into that sternly handsome face, he figured it would be pretty amazing to be able to watch while Boss-man pumped him full of jizz.

When Alasdair had had his fill of Cosmo’s mouth, he pulled out and gave him a feral smile. “On the rug, boy. On your back, knees up by your ears.”

Okay, not a dignified position, but what the hell? Cosmo threw himself down on the thick rug and hoisted his legs up, giving Alasdair a good view of the whole package.

“Are you going to get on with it now and fuck me, boss?”

Alasdair smiled slowly and dropped down beside him. “Such an impatient brat, aren’t you? You need to learn how to wait.”

And so instead of Alasdair shoving that cock inside him like Cosmo had been hoping for, he set out to torture him with pleasure. He kissed him thoroughly, before working his way down Cosmo’s body like he was memorising every inch. He found erogenous zones Cosmo hadn’t even known he had. He sucked on his nipples, teasing the piercing with a touch of teeth. He rasped that talented tongue between Cosmo’s toes. He nuzzled behind his knees and in the crease of his groin.

What had Cosmo been thinking about, watching Alasdair lose control? Not a chance. Cosmo was the gibbering wreck dripping with sweat. He was the one whose skin was desperate for that hungry mouth and bruising grip.

He was the one who howled as Alasdair licked over his balls and down to his hole.

“Stop. Please, I’ll come. Please, boss.”

“Not until I say you can.” Cosmo felt the bastard smiling against him as he said that, strong fingers pinching him hard around the base of his dick.

It helped, having that firm pressure around his cock as Alasdair’s tongue fucked his hole and stubble tickled his smarting cheeks. Cosmo’s balls were still bursting with the need to come, but he could hold it back. One moment at a time. He just had to try not to listen to those sexy groans Alasdair was making while devouring his arse. He just had to try not to grind against him like a needy little slut. Failed on both counts.

Cosmo thought he would have been glad when Alasdair finally let up the torture, but he whined when it stopped.

“Please. Oh God, please…” He didn’t know what he was asking for. Just that he wanted. Needed.

“Just getting ready for you. Patience, boy.”

Cosmo whimpered and prised his eyes open to watch Alasdair strip off his boots and jeans. He wouldn’t have minded him leaving them on, but he was glad to see him roll on a condom and coat his fingers with a sachet of lube. He reckoned he’d have let Alasdair do him without, but then again, he probably wasn’t in his right mind after that rim job.

Alasdair paused with his fingertips just pressing into his hole. “You having a good time, Cosmo?”