Part Ten Plain Brown Wrapper #5
Scott’s heart rate doubled. Lube! Why hadn’t it occurred to him to bring lube?
He tried to stutter out an apology and an explanation at the same time, but quickly gave up, knowing that everything he’d said had been unintelligible.
“D-d-don’t need it,” Scott promised. Even as he said it, he knew he was an idiot. Joe was hung like the devil. This was bound to hurt, but Scott carried on anyway. “S-s-spit is f-fine. I can—”
“On your free wrist,” Joe cut in, but he didn’t ease his hold on Scott’s other wrist so he could reach for the complimentary wallet that had been in the locker—the one that Joe had ordered him to wear.
Scott awkwardly scrabbled at the Velcro that fastened the thing in place with his teeth, and then at the zip holding it closed.
Years seemed to pass, but he eventually managed to tip the contents onto the bed.
Several sachets of lube and condoms blurred as he tried to make out the writing from the corner of his eye.
There were all sorts of sizes, colours, flavours, and God only knew what else.
Some of the sachets were decorated with flames, fireworks, and weird symbols he didn’t understand.
There was no time for deep, complicated thoughts.
He grabbed one packet of lube and a condom at random and clumsily handed them to Joe.
Joe didn’t say a word.
Scott took a deep breath and tried to relax as he waited for Joe’s fingers to push into him, slick and demanding.
He heard Joe tear open two packets—presumably the lube and a condom—but he didn’t feel Joe’s fingers against him. A few seconds passed, then the round, blunt tip of Joe’s cock pushed against his hole.
Joe had obviously chosen to only lube up his cock, and leave Scott’s hole to take care of itself. And this time he hadn’t rimmed Scott to help him relax, the way he had when they’d ventured into the woods. Scott’s breath caught in his throat as Joe pushed the head of his cock inside his arse.
Scott hadn’t remembered how to breathe before Joe thrust forward, lodging another two inches of his shaft inside Scott’s arse and pushing against his prostate.
Scott’s mind spun. Pleasure pounded through him.
There was pain too, but against all his expectations, it wasn’t enough to override the bliss of having any part of Joe inside his body.
Scott bucked, trying to push back against Joe’s pelvis, but Joe wouldn’t allow it. He held Scott motionless on the edge of the bed, his fingertips biting into Scott’s wrist and shoulder.
Scott had no idea how long Joe made him remain still.
He only knew that he hadn’t remained silent for more than a moment.
His whimpers filled the air over and over again, until, without warning, Joe released his grip on Scott’s wrist, dragged Scott upright, and pulled him back to lean against his chest.
Scott let out a triumphant yell as Joe finally gave him what he wanted and lodged his cock in him to the hilt.
Their bodies joined firmly together, Joe turned them and took a few steps forward.
With both his hands free, Scott was able to brace himself against the wall alongside the door. It was the mirrored wall.
Scott stared at himself, wide-eyed and trembling with the effort of remaining on his feet while his body was still trying to adapt to the deep penetration.
“Rough enough for you, Scottie.”
Scott nodded.
“Words!”
In between panting for breath, Scott managed to stutter out; “Y-yes, sir.”
Joe met his eyes over his shoulder in his reflection. Triumph burned brightly in his gaze. But whatever he felt about the honorific, it wasn’t enough to distract him from what he was doing.
He didn’t stand around waiting for Scott to relax around his shaft or for him to get comfortable in the new position.
He started a series of deep, powerful, thrusts that threatened to have Scott tumbling to the floor at any moment—although Scott had no idea if it would be lack of balance that took him down to the floor or going literally weak at the knees with pleasure.
There was no way in hell he could take a hand off the mirrored wall to jack himself off. But, he’d come from nothing more than the ecstasy of having Joe’s cock in his arse before. He really hoped he could do the same again, because he needed to come so badly.
“Remember that I own your cock,” Joe growled in his ear. “Come without permission and I’ll have you locked in a chastity cage for the rest of your life.”
Scott tried to speak, but he only managed to utter mangled syllables. Forget stuttering, any kind of speech was beyond him now.
Joe reached around Scott’s body.
Scott thought he was going to reach for his cock; but at the last moment, he grabbed Scott’s balls.
The grip he took on Scott’s nuts was just as fierce as the one he’d had on his wrist earlier. Joe twisted his hold.
Scott’s whole body jerked.
He tossed back his head and screamed—not in pleasure at his orgasm flooding through him, but in despair at having it snatched away at the last moment.
As he felt Joe thrust harder and faster than ever, Scott looked down at his own cock. He was completely soft now. His shaft didn’t even twitch as he felt Joe come deep inside him.
Joe bucked his hips and tossed his head back, but he didn’t completely release his grip on Scott’s balls until he finally fell still. Scott stared down at his cock as he fought to catch his breath.
“Head up,” Joe suddenly ordered. “Don’t you want the guys in the corridor to be able to see your face?”
Scott obediently looked up. He watched as his reflection blushed. “They c-can see us…s-sir?”
Joe’s reflection grinned. He looked content and sleepy after his orgasm, and more than a little smug too.
“I th-thought…” Scott reconsidered whether he wanted to finish that sentence, but when he saw Joe raise an eyebrow at him, he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to get away with doing whatever the hell he wanted.
He cleared his throat. “You s-said that no one was s-supposed to know we’re t-together, sir. ”
“Yeah, well, they wouldn’t have hit on you if they knew you were mine, would they? And you wouldn’t have seen how hot they all were for you and realised that I’m telling the truth when I say how lucky I am to have you for a sub, would they?”
He separated their bodies and turned Scott around.
Leaning back against the wall, Scott stared up at him. Joe looked very serious. Scott swallowed several times in quick succession.
“But that was then,” Joe said. “This is now. It’s important that they know you’re not actually on the market. And even more important that you know I have no problem with anyone seeing me with you.”
Scott stared up at him, relishing his words.
“I have no problem with anyone seeing me with my sub,” Joe said, in a softer tone of voice. “And you are my sub, aren’t you, Scottie?”
Scott nodded rapidly. “Yes, s-sir.”
“Good boy.” Joe brushed their lips together. It was a gentle touch, but after the earlier, rougher, kisses, it was still enough to send shivers down Scott’s spine.
“Now, aren’t you going to thank me?” Joe asked.
Scott blinked at him. A moment later, he felt a new blush rush to his cheeks. “Th-thank you for h-helping me b-build my confidence, sir.”
Joe smiled, but he shook his head. “I will see that you lose all this self-doubt rubbish, but that’s not something I expect you to be grateful for.”
Scott felt his blush deepen. “Thank you f-for wh-what we j-just did.” He shook his head. “Sex,” he blurted out, knowing he was an idiot for still finding it hard to say out loud when they weren’t actually screwing.
Joe chuckled and shook his head again.
Scott hesitated.
“Aren’t you glad I made sure that you don’t have to spend the rest of your life in a chastity cage?” Joe whispered in his ear.
“Yes!” It felt surreal to be thanking someone for grabbing him by the balls that way, but who was Scott kidding?
Joe had had him by the balls since the first time Scott set eyes on him.
“You m-made sure I d-didn’t screw up,” Scott said, realising how true that was as he said it.
Joe had made sure that he didn’t let him down. “I am g-g-grateful for that, sir.”
“Good boy.” Joe gave him another brief kiss as a reward. Reaching into the wallet he wore on his own wrist, he made it clear why he’d needed the lube and condom from Scott’s wallet earlier.
Almost all the space in Joe’s wrist wallet was taken up by a blank envelope and piece of paper.
Joe handed it over. “You are going to have permission to come the next time we meet up, so you don’t need to waste your turn just asking me for an orgasm.”
Scott nodded his understanding.
When Joe stepped back, Scott straightened up and moved away from the wall. It was only when he turned around that he remembered that it was a one-way mirror that he’d been resting his arse against.
He looked at the envelope. Maybe he should ask that their next date take place somewhere where there weren’t any see-through walls?
He glanced at Joe—he was resting on the bed now, looking as relaxed and as carefree as it was possible for a man to be.
But he did care. Joe cared enough to try to get him over his stupid self-consciousness and show him that he was good enough to be of interest to other men.
Joe cared enough to go easy on him and play nicely, even though he was used to guys who knew what they were doing and had to be bored to tears by babying him for so long.
When Joe beckoned him closer, Scott lay down next to him and rested his head on his shoulder. As Joe dozed and Scott’s cock hardened in response to their closeness, Scott turned his attention back to the envelope.
Joe didn’t need to be so careful and patient with him. Scott wasn’t an idiot. He’d never let himself believe that he’d be able to keep Joe interested in him forever. This was lust, not love, for either of them.
However, there was nothing Scott would refuse to do if it kept Joe interested in him for just a little longer. It was time Scott made that one hundred percent clear.