Part Three Written Request #4
Joe’s lips twitched into a smile as he saw Scott’s self-consciousness fade.
He was quickly losing himself in his explorations, and Joe wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Scott was beautiful when he wasn’t aware he was being studied—perhaps not in an entirely classic way, but in a way that should have been guaranteed to appeal to any dom with a brain.
Joe made no attempt to control his body, or hide any of his reactions to Scott’s touch, as the minutes ticked past. Scott’s eyes shone with pleasure as he ran both his hands up to Joe’s chest and slid his fingers into the thicker hair that grew in an inverted triangle there.
Keeping his hands to himself for the moment, Joe contented himself with re-examining Scott’s body with his eyes.
Scott’s cock was thriving on the situation. He no longer needed the cock ring, and Joe no longer needed to worry that his nerves might make it impossible for Scott to remain hard in public; but it still looked very pretty on him.
Joe mentally replaced it with a chastity device. That would look even better on Scott. If it was locked and the key hung around Joe’s neck, it would be perfect. Joe was aware that his smile had grown into a grin, but he didn’t try to hide his pleasure at the idea.
Scott’s hands strayed down Joe’s body again.
They skirted around Joe’s cock to caress his thighs.
Very slowly, Scott moved his hands closer together.
With the fingertips of one hand he stroked around the base of Joe’s cock, then up the shaft.
At the same time, he slipped his other hand between Joe’s thighs to cradle his densely furred balls.
His touch was gentle—too gentle. He’d have to be taught how to throw caution to the wind at some point. Joe added it as an extra item to his to-do list.
Scott seemed almost too embarrassed to linger over Joe’s cock and balls for too long. Soon, he was working his way up Joe’s body again. Eventually, his inspection reached Joe’s shoulders, his fingers pressed harder there, exploring the layers of muscle more thoroughly, especially over his tattoo.
It was quite possible Scott had an undiagnosed massage fetish going on. Joe made another mental note about that. It could be a fun direction to take their explorations one night—but not tonight.
“Do you know why we’re both drinking Coke?” Joe asked.
Scott shook his head.
“Because a man has no right to take control of anyone else unless he’s in complete control of himself. I never drink if I’m planning to do a scene, if I expect someone to submit to me.”
Scott couldn’t have looked more stunned if Joe had announced an intention of taking him hot air ballooning.
Joe let his lips twist into a grin once more. “I’m going to screw you until you scream, Scott.”
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“Right now? Right h-here?” It was more luck than judgement which prevented Scott’s voice from returning to soprano.
God help him, but if Joe wanted to bend him over the table and top him in front of all these naked strangers, Scott knew he wouldn’t say no to him.
The idea of Joe and the word “no” existing in the same universe was insane.
Suddenly, Joe launched himself to his feet. Without a word, he grabbed Scott’s wrist and headed for the door. Hurrying around the table, Scott stumbled behind Joe for several paces before he got his legs untangled and managed to catch up properly.
Joe wasn’t the kind of guy who slowed down for anyone. The timely reminder of that made Scott’s cock harder than ever. His shaft throbbed above the cock ring.
Scott was reasonably sure that, if he’d fallen over, Joe would simply have kept striding forward, dragging him along the bar room floor like a prehistoric warrior claiming his mate and rushing back to his cave to mark his new piece of property as his own.
It was pure luck that stopped Scott coming at the thought, untouched and without even his jeans to catch his cum this time.
He had no time to read the sign on a battered door before Joe pulled him through the doorway and slammed the door behind them. The door was barely closed before Scott found himself thrust roughly toward it.
Joe released Scott’s wrist just in time to let Scott bring his hands forward and stop himself slamming head first into the peeling paint. Joe kicked the inside of each of Scott’s boots, making him spread his legs like the suspect on an American cop show.
“Are we naked enough for you?” Joe asked, stepping forward so his body was pressed firmly against Scott’s smaller frame. For the first time, skin met skin from shoulder to knee. Fireworks exploded through every inch of Scott that Joe rubbed against.
“So good…” Scott mumbled.
Joe made a satisfied noise in the back of his throat as he lined his body up against Scott’s a little more perfectly. It sounded suspiciously like agreement and a declaration of ownership all rolled into one.
The hairs on Joe’s chest rubbed against Scott’s back as Joe rearranged his arms and legs so each limb found its mate.
Joe’s hands covered Scott’s, pressing his palms more firmly against the door.
His feet came to rest just inside Scott’s boots, keeping him spread open and vulnerable.
And, most importantly of all, Joe’s cock rubbed against Scott’s arse.
Scott moaned, pushing his backside out in blatant invitation.
“Condom.” That was important. Even if Joe was the hottest man on the planet, there was a little bit of Scott that still remembered that a condom was supposed to be considered important, although at that moment, he was damned if he could remember why.
“Why? Are you in a rush for something?” Joe whispered in his ear.
Scott frowned as he tried to make his mind work. It wasn’t easy while Joe rubbed his cock along the cleft between Scott’s arse cheeks, its strokes slicked by an increasing amount of Joe’s pre-cum.
Joe moved his hands off Scott’s, and ran his palms down Scott’s arms. He reached around Scott and slid his hands across Scott’s chest, only stopping once he found Scott’s nipples. He caught the little peaks of nerve endings between his fingers.
“I’ll remember everything that I need to do before I screw you. But it’s still early. I have plenty of time to play with you first.” As he spoke, he pulled Scott’s nipples away from his chest, stretching the skin, sending wave after wave of unexpected sensations rolling through Scott’s body.
As Joe scraped his thumbnails against Scott’s nipples, they became more and more sensitive. They pebbled into tight little buds as Joe started to twist them. Scott whimpered, but he didn’t try to pull away.
A quick caress was all any other man had ever offered Scott’s chest—and that was all Scott had been interested in receiving.
Now, he moaned, and helplessly arched his back, pressing his pecs against Joe’s hands, looking for an even rougher touch, as Joe quickly convinced him to crave what he’d never even thought about before.
Pleasure rolled through Scott’s body. He thrust his hips forward, desperate to feel something against his cock, but there was nothing for him to hump against.
“One day, I’m going to make you come just by playing with your nipples,” Joe growled in Scott’s ear.
Scott frowned, not sure that was physically possible.
“You will come from that,” Joe informed him, without the slightest hint of doubt in his voice. “If I tell you to—you will.”
Scott found himself nodding. Disobedience obviously wasn’t to be considered.
“I’m going to show you so many different ways I can make you come,” Joe promised. He laughed then, a rough sound that had very little humour in it.
A shiver ran down Scott’s spine. He wasn’t at all sure he’d enjoy all of those ways—and even less sure that Joe would care if most of them came close to killing him from frustration before they finally brought him off.
Scott swallowed rapidly, still not really understanding why that knowledge appealed to him or what made him so desperate to submit to anything Joe wanted. He only knew that it rushed to his cock faster than anything any of the “nice guys” he’d tried to date had done for him.
Without any warning, Joe pulled away. Scott snatched his hands away from the door, turned, and reached out to stop him.
“Back as you were,” Joe barked. “I didn’t give you permission to move!”
Scott’s body followed the order before his mind even caught up with the fact that one had been issued.
He put himself back against the door, shuffling his feet apart without needing to be nudged into position again.
A second’s thought and he inched his boots even further away from each other, highlighting his invitation, even as his muscles protested at the extra stretch.
He heard something that sounded like paper tearing. The packaging from a condom? Scott didn’t look over his shoulder to check if his guess was correct. Joe had said he’d remember, and he would. Scott didn’t need to worry about that any more. He didn’t need to worry about anything…
As he stared at the woodwork, Scott felt someone take a tin opener to his skull.
The moment the top of his head was removed, his brain floated away, no longer weighed down with his usual day to day worries.
Scott didn’t need thoughts now. Joe would take care of everything.
Instincts and obedience were all that Scott required.
Joe’s fingers were already slicked when he slid them between Scott’s arse cheeks. Scott immediately rocked his hips, trying to push himself back onto Joe’s fingers.
Joe slapped Scott’s left buttock, hard. The sound echoed through the room. Scott gasped, relishing the unexpected flash of heat that radiated out from the smack, but the reminder still worked. He stilled his hips and gave over all control to Joe without needing to be told again.
A low, satisfied sound rumbled through Joe’s chest in response. He finally stopped teasing, pushed his fingers forward, and penetrated Scott’s arse—obedience well rewarded.