Three More Wishes (15 page)

It took Ben a long time to respond. "It scares me, how excited you make me."

"You think it's me or the situation?" Tip had a hunch it was him specifically. Not that he thought he was god's gift, but he didn't think it would be so scary if it was just anyone.

"You're not the first man I've bottomed for. No one else was you."

Tip couldn't help but puff up a little at that. The thing was, he wanted it to be him. "I'm glad I excite you."

"It's not just that." Ben stood, started pacing a little bit.

"Then tell me." He watched the lean lines as Ben paced, the man's muscles working.

"It's... I don't know how."

He stood and stalked over to Ben, being aggressive about it. "No?" He could see Ben responding, the cock hidden under the towel jerking. Sweet slut boy. He backed Ben up to the side of the house. "You know. You're just scared to vocalize it."

Those pretty eyes searched his. Sweet, needy subby boy.

He wrapped a hand around the back of Ben's head, tilting Ben's head back. Bending, he took a kiss. He plundered his boy's lips, reminding Ben who was the boss, who was in charge. He fucked the sweet lips, his hips pushing with the same rhythm, rubbing their middles together.

Ben's towel slipped away, baring the sweet ass. He grabbed at it, fingers digging into the rosy flesh. It was still hot, still burning from his hand. He bit at Ben's lip, then soothed it by sucking softly. Ben moaned, opened, melting for him.

He broke the kiss off, looking into Ben's eyes.

"I... I want more, Master. Please."

He grabbed Ben's hands and tugged them up over his head. "Good boy." He watched the effect his words had on Ben, watched the pretty body arch and flush.

Turning his moan into a growl, he took Ben's mouth again, his fingers digging into Ben's wrist as he held them high. Ben opened eagerly, sucking his tongue, arching into him.

He grabbed hold of Ben's ass again and lifted him clean off the ground, letting Ben feel his strength, the power of his muscles. Those lean arms wrapped around his shoulders, held on. Tip carried Ben back to the day bed and laid him out.

His boy. Tip liked that thought. He liked it a lot. "You're like a feast, boy. All laid out for me."

"A feast?" Ben's smile was almost gentle. "No one's ever said that to me before."

"Someone should have, because you are." He knelt on the bed, next to Ben and ran his hands randomly over the warm skin.

Ben stretched beautifully, arching under his touch. He pressed harder, fingers digging in here and there.

"What do you want me to do?" Ben sounded breathless.

"I want you to reach up and grab the headboard and hold onto it."

"Okay."

He stared at Ben, who stuttered, "Y...yes, Sir. Master. Yes."

He smiled and nodded. "Good boy."

The air between them was thick as syrup. The electricity heady. He reached for one swollen nipple and pinched it. Ben groaned, body rippling in something that looked very much like an orgasm. Groaning, Tip leaned and took the same nipple into his mouth. The bruised, swollen bit of flesh pushed into his lips, between his teeth. He bit down, flicked the very tip with his tongue.

"Yes..." Ben's voice was a sob.

So sweet. He bit down again.

"Hurts." Of course, and Ben was loving it.

He flicked it one last time with his tongue before moving over to the other one, biting it, too. He bit down hard, tugged the tip of Ben's nipple until his boy cried out, hands landing on his head. Oh, no. He'd told Ben to hold onto the headboard.

He growled, smacked one hip. "Hands up!"

"What? Fuck!? Ben jerked, cried out as he smacked again.

"I told you to hold onto the headboard and not to let go, boy."

"Sorry. Sorry."

He kept smacking Ben, steadily, surely, working Ben until those hands went up.

He smacked Ben one more time and smiled. "Good boy."

Ben's breath was hitching, eyes glassy. "Th...th...thank you, Master."

Tip smiled. "Very good boy."

He turned his attention back to Ben's right nipple, blowing across it. He wanted them so sensitive that the wind was unbearable, that he could brush one with his finger and make his boy sob, twist. He licked and nibbled one with his lips, then took it between his teeth. Ben's breath hitched, and he saw the long fingers twist around the headboard.

Nodding, he bit down.

"Fuck!" Ben's legs curled up, knocked into him.

Growling, he tugged on Ben's nipple, pulling the skin up. He sucked, bit, sucked again. He pulled on the sweet nipple, flicked across the tip, changed it up over and over to keep the sensations sharp for Ben. Ben's cries filled the air, his boy twisting underneath him. He wasn't done yet, though. Nowhere close. He scraped his teeth over the right nipple. Then did it again.

"Stop. Oh, fuck. Burns."

He bit again, then blew. Ben twisted, hands threatening to let go. He growled a little in warning, knowing Ben's nipples were sensitive enough now that even the vibrations from his vocalization would zing through him.

"Oh, god. Master. Master, I can't..."

"You can. You will."

Ben didn't seem to have the vaguest clue about what he could be. Hell, the man thought he was still playing out a fantasy -- he had no idea this could be real.

"God, it burns." Still, Ben stayed where he was.

"You're going to feel it for days." He moved to the other nipple, teased it with only the tip of his tongue for a few moments.

"Want to feel you longer than that."

He nodded. Yeah. Three days was starting to feel like a few million too few. Then he bit down hard. Ben screamed, hands landing on his head, come spraying between them. He felt like a million fucking bucks, being able to make Ben come from just nipple play.

"Master." Ben was still moving, still flying.

"Yeah. Right here." He sucked Ben's nipple into his mouth, working it between his lips.

Ben's cries were constant, desperate, pretty body jerking restlessly under him. He simply continued to bite and lick and suck, wanting Ben totally inside out.

Long fingers tugged at his mask. "Please."

"Are you sure you want to lose that part of the illusion?" It was Ben's fantasy, after all.

"That stopped when you held me. Please."

He moved up the bed so they were face to face. "Then take it off."

Ben's fingers were shaking, working the ties loose, baring his face.

He smiled down at Ben as it came off. "Hi, I'm Tip."

"Tip." Ben moaned, fingers exploring his face. "Ben. Your boy."

He nodded, nuzzled into the touches. "My boy. I know."

"Oh, good." Ben's lips parted, opened for him.

He pushed his tongue in, fucking Ben's lips. He tangled his fingers in Ben's hair, encouraged the man to move again, to rub against him. He pressed his chest down so it would rub against Ben's nipples. Ben's fingers dug into his shoulders, a sharp cry pushed into his lips.

Smiling, he bit at Ben's lower lip. Ben twisted under him, fingers slipping down to push between, to work his nipples. He jerked, the move unexpected. Pushy boy.

Ben pinched again, tugging at him. Growling, he leaned down and bit at Ben's right nipple.

"Fuck. Fuck, burns. Burns."

He licked the nipple, then blew, soothing -- a little -- the pain of the bite.

"I can't... It's too much." Ben had no idea how much that amazing body could take.

"I've barely even started."

"Master!" That shock was delicious.

Smiling, Tip rubbed his cheek against the other nipple. He knew his stubble was maddening, that the ache was huge. He rubbed his lips against it next, then his stubble again.

"Master..." Ben tried to pull away, but there was no way. No way was Tip letting this go.

Growling, he turned and grabbed Ben's nipple between his lips, sucking before rubbing his teeth over it.

"I can't. Driving me crazy."

He didn't answer with words, just sucked harder. That little nipple had to be screaming, and Ben was sobbing, twisting, crying out for him. He kept torturing it. He wanted it to be purple.

"No more. Oh, fuck. No more. Fuck. Fuck..." Ben arched, cock driving against him.

He flicked the tip with his tongue, back and forth.

"Master." Ben's legs wrapped around him, held on tight.

"Just keep those hands up there."

"You're evil."

"Yep." He did, however, move to the other nipple to continue torturing it.

"D...diabolical."

"Uh-huh." He wasn't going to argue the point. He was going to prove it true. He wanted his boy to go out of his mind.

He grabbed the right nipple between his fingers, squeezing it as he continued to suck and bite at the left one. Ben's hands pushed at him, that cock leaked pure fire against him, and the scent of desperate need hit his nose.

"Hands up!" he growled, pinching harder.

"Fuck!" Ben beat at Tip’s shoulders, wild.

"Hands up before the punishment you have coming gets any worse!"

"I..." Ben groaned, hands going up. So good, to be so new at this.

"Mmm. That gets you a reward." He pushed a hand between Ben's legs, searching for the little hole.

He'd save the punishment for later, for when Ben could enjoy it. Ben spread for him, body begging him. He tapped at Ben's entrance and then grabbed for the lube, slicking up his fingers. Taking a moment to admire, to look at the long, bare, abused body, Tip licked his lips, moaned.

"Those sweet little nips of yours are almost the right color." Almost. He just wanted a little more.

Ben convulsed, shuddered. "A...almost?"

"That's right. Almost." He lowered his mouth back to the left nipple.

Ben shrank back, fingers white knuckled.

"You can take it, love." Then he bit.

Tip let his teeth dig in, ignoring Ben's howls, and he tugged, pulling until the rush of pain became overwhelming sensation. Then he did the same to the other nipple. Ben's sounds were soft little gasps now, gentle sobs.

He licked gently at the right nipple. "So good, boy."

The wet cheeks were beautiful, the wild eyes more so. He licked a line along Ben's cheek, tasting the heat and the salt there.

"Master." Sweet boy.

"I'm right here, boy. With you."

His boy nodded, eyes searching his. He held that gaze, made sure Ben saw him. He rolled Ben's balls, chuckling as his boy's eyes crossed. Those pretty little nipples were dark, dark purple now. Perfect.

He tapped the skin behind Ben's balls, touched the sweet hole. Ben spread easily, letting him in. He pushed the tip of his finger in, watching Ben's cock bob against his belly.

Tight. Damn, his boy was still tight around him. He couldn't wait to be buried inside Ben's body again, to look into the eyes of his boy instead of his captive. Ben's asshole clenched, tugging at him, trying to pull him in deeper.

"Wait for the lube, boy." He wouldn't penetrate Ben raw.

"Yes, Sir." Ben made his mouth dry.

He lubed up his fingers and pressed two inside. He watched the pleasure on his boy's face. Stretching his fingers and pushing them deeper, he searched for Ben's gland.

"Oh, fuck... Yes. Yes." Ben bucked up, head leaving the mattress.

"Right there, boy. Right there." He hit Ben's gland again, then again.

"Oh, God. Oh, God. Master. Master, I can't..."

"You can. You are."

Those hands started to slide, moving off the slats.

"Don't you let go."

"Please. I..."

He pegged Ben's gland again, hard. "Don't let go."

"I have to!" Ben screamed at him, but didn't let go.

"No. You don't. You're my boy, and I know you want to please your master."

Ben jerked, hid his face in the curve of his arm. Those hands stayed firm.

"So proud of you, boy." He felt Ben's response around his fingers.

Smiling, he stretched his fingers apart and pushed in a third. Ben was gulping in air, body pushing up to meet his touch. He reached with his free hand and flicked Ben's left nipple.

"No!" Ben jerked away, almost falling off the bed.

He growled, grabbing Ben's hips and hauling him back in. Hysterical babbling filled the air, Ben offering him that delicious loss of control. He pushed his fingers back into Ben's ass, finding that special spot immediately. Ben's body convulsed, a sharp-edged grunt on the air.

"I'm gonna take you. Gonna have my boy."

"Yes. Fuck, please. Please, Master."

He grabbed a condom and smoothed it over his cock before slicking it up.

"Need you."

It didn't escape Tip that Ben didn't say he needed fucking, needed to come, needed more. Ben needed him.