7. Nikolai
NIKOLAI
This boy.
He’s what I’ve always wanted.
But I don’t know if he understands quite what that means…
Theo lies beside Nikolai on the plain grey couch, the boy’s breathing still uneven from the spanking he received only minutes ago.
Nikolai keeps one arm around his shoulders, but his gaze has already drifted lower. His jeans and briefs remain pushed down around his ankles, leaving the full curve of his ass bare.
Theo’s ass is a deep, satisfying red, the marks of Nikolai’s hand standing out in sharp contrast against the milky white of his upper thighs and the soft underside of each cheek.
Nikolai cannot look away.
The sight stirs something immediate and heavy in him. Nikolai’s fingers leave Theo’s shoulder and travel slowly down the length of his spine, then lower still, tracing the heated edge where red meets pale.
“Boy,” Nikolai says, his voice low. “You’re trouble. You do something to me…”
Nikolai runs his fingertips up and down the outer curve of Theo’s thigh, feeling the residual warmth of the discipline he gave the boy. His cock thickens steadily behind the fabric of his trousers, the ache building with every pass of his hand across his marked skin.
“I want to call you…Daddy,” Theo whispers, his voice quiet but full of intent.
Theo shifts slightly under Nikolai’s touch, a soft sound leaving his throat, but he does not pull away.
Nikolai decides he wants more.
And he wants it right now.
“Daddy isn’t finished,” Nikolai says, his eyes heavy with arousal. “There is more in store for you. Much more.”
Nikolai guides Theo onto his front with quiet insistence, positioning him so that his hips rest against the cushions and his ass is presented to him once again.
The red glow of Theo’s cheeks draws him in. Nikolai leans down and presses his mouth to the heated flesh, tasting the faint salt of his skin and the lingering heat from his palm.
Theo gasps.
“D-D-D-Daddy…” Theo whispers, his breathing heightened once more.
Nikolai works slowly, dragging his tongue across each mark, then lower, parting his thighs just enough to allow access to Theo’s rapidly hardening cock and his tight balls.
Moments later, Theo is fully hard. His cock isn’t as big as Nikolai’s, but the way it throbs tells Nikolai that size isn’t everything.
Nikolai settles in and pleasures Theo with deliberate focus—long strokes of his tongue along Theo’s shaft, then teasing and tormenting his dick head as it pulses to every touch. Soon enough, Nikolai has Theo’s cock in his mouth, sucking and working his tongue to expert effect.
When Nikolai turns his attention back to the reddened curves of his ass, he spreads Theo’s cheeks gently and lets his tongue trace the sensitive skin there as well, alternating between cock and ass until Theo is trembling beneath him.
“I’m going to… again,” Theo moans.
Theo hips push back against Nikolai’s mouth. Soft, broken sounds spill from the boy as Nikolai keeps the pace steady and relentless.
Nikolai does not stop until his body tightens and Theo cums a second time, his cry muffled against the couch cushions, thighs shaking around his head as he shoots a hot load of cum into Nikolai’s mouth…
“Fuckkkk!” Theo groans, a final shot of salty, thick cum entering Nikolai’s hungry mouth.
Only then does he ease Theo onto his back.
Theo looks up at him, cheeks flushed, eyes dark. Nikolai stands just long enough to unbuckle his belt and push his trousers and underwear down. His cock springs free, thick and hard, the head already glistening.
“Open wide,” Nikolai demands. “Daddy wants his satisfaction too.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Theo replies, submissive and under his control.
Nikolai remains standing at the edge of the couch. Theo understands without being told. He shifts forward, takes him in his hand, and then in his mouth.
The first wet heat of his lips around him draws a low sound from Nikolai’s chest. He watches Theo work, one hand resting lightly in his hair, not forcing, simply holding.
Theo takes him deeper, tongue moving along the underside, his free hand stroking what he cannot fit. The sight of the young man—still marked from his hand, the platinum bracelet glinting on his wrist as he services him—pushes the last of his restraint aside.
Nikolai lets Theo set the rhythm until the pressure builds too high to ignore.
Nikolai thrusts his cock back and forth, Theo’s gags and splutters only driving him to work the boy harder, push him to his limit.
When Nikolai cums it is with a controlled groan, his hips stilling as he swallows around him. Theo stays with him until the last pulse fades, then eases back, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
They settle together on the couch once more, both of them quiet, the air heavy with the scent of sex and the residual heat of what they have just done.
Theo’s voice breaks the silence first...
“I know this isn’t your real place.”
Nikolai chuckles, low and genuine. He turns his head to look at Theo.
“I know you know,” Nikolai says. “I saw it on your face the moment you walked through the door.”
The boy studies Nikolai for a moment, the shrewd assessment he has already come to expect from him still present even after two orgasms and a freshly spanked ass.
“Who are you… really?” Theo asks.
Nikolai’s expression remains calm. He reaches out and brushes a strand of dark hair from his cheek with the back of his fingers.
“I’ll reveal all in time,” he says. “But that kind of trust has to be earned.”
Nikolai stands, adjusting his clothes, then offers the boy a hand. Theo takes it and lets him pull him to his feet. Theo tugs his jeans and briefs back into place while he watches, the red marks on his ass still visible until the denim covers them.
“It’s time for us to go,” Nikolai says.
Theo glances around the empty apartment one last time.
“Where?”
Nikolai allows himself the smallest smile…
“It’s a surprise.”
“Wait, what?” Theo says, a hint of surprise in his voice. “Here?”
The black SUV drops them at the curb outside the Old Plaza movie theatre.
Neon from the marquee washes the wet pavement in red and gold.
Late-night crowds thin along the sidewalk, a few couples lingering near the ticket windows, the smell of buttered popcorn drifting out every time the glass doors swing open.
Theo looks up at the glowing sign, then at Nikolai.
“Are we going to see a movie?”
Nikolai’s mouth curves. “Not quite.”
Nikolai guides Theo through the entrance with a light hand at the small of his back. The lobby is bright and ordinary—red carpet, glass display cases of coming attractions, the steady hum of the popcorn machine behind the concession counter.
Nikolai steers Theo past all of it without slowing, toward a plain metal door marked STAFF ONLY near the far corridor. He pushes it open and leads Theo up a narrow flight of concrete stairs.
At the top another door waits. A single security man in a dark suit stands beside it.
Nikolai meets the man’s eyes and gives a short nod. The door opens at once and they step into a different world…
The rooftop casino and bar spreads out under a canopy of string lights and low amber fixtures. Roulette and blackjack tables occupy the center of the space.
A long polished bar runs along one side. Beyond the glass barriers the city glitters in every direction: towers, bridges, the dark ribbon of the river.
Soft jazz drifts from hidden speakers. The clientele is quiet, well-dressed, the kind of people who never appear in the mainstream public casinos.
Theo stops just inside the threshold, eyes wide as he takes it in.
Nikolai watches Theo’s reaction and feels a quiet satisfaction settle in his chest. He likes the way surprise looks on the boy… unguarded for once, the careful masks he usually wears slipping just enough to show something real.
He leads Theo to an open place at the nearest roulette table. Theo glances at the stacks of chips in front of the other players.
“Should we get some chips first?”
Nikolai shakes his head once. “This kind of place doesn’t work like that. Not for me, anyway.”
The croupier simply nods and waits. Nikolai places a hand on the felt, and the man begins the next spin without requiring anything further.
Theo stays close to his side as the wheel turns.
They play for a while… red, black, a few outside bets… nothing aggressive. The stack in front of them rises and falls in small increments until, by the time Nikolai decides they are finished, they are exactly even.
Nikolai steps back from the table.
“I always know when to walk away,” Nikolai says, voice low enough that only he can hear. “Some things aren’t worth chasing.”
Theo looks up at him, a faint challenge in his grey eyes. “Would that be true of me?”
Nikolai allows himself a small smile.
“I’m still making up my mind, malyshka,” Nikolai replies.
He orders two mojitos from a passing server and guides him out onto the open balcony.
The night air is cooler here, carrying the distant hum of traffic far below. The city stretches out in every direction, lights sharp against the dark.
Theo rests his forearms on the railing and looks out.
“Can we see your real home from here?”
Nikolai chuckles. “Nice try, young man.”
Nikolai turns Theo toward him with a hand at his waist. The kiss he gives Theo is long and deliberate… slow enough to feel tender, deep enough to claim.
At the same time his other hand rises and settles lightly around the front of his throat, thumb resting against the side of his neck.
Not squeezing.
Simply holding.
Possessive.
Nikolai feels the way Theo’s breath catches, the way his body softens into the touch instead of pulling away.
The boy craves this. The dominance wrapped inside the sensual. Nikolai registers it with quiet satisfaction and deepens the kiss for another moment before easing back.
“One moment,” Nikolai says.
His phone vibrates once in his pocket—an urgent pattern only a handful of people use.
Nikolai checks the screen, jaw tightening for a fraction of a second.
“We need to leave,” Nikolai says. “I’ll arrange a car for you. Then I have to go.”
Theo studies his face but does not ask questions. They walk back through the casino, down the stairs, and into the ordinary brightness of the movie theatre lobby once more.
The contrast is almost jarring: popcorn and poster displays after the quiet rooftop world above.
At the glass doors Theo pauses.
“I think I’ll stick around and catch a movie, actually.”
Nikolai considers for a moment, then nods. “All right. But make sure you get a cab for the walk home afterward. Understood? Daddy’s orders.”
“Got it,” Theo replies.
Nikolai can see the flicker of fear in the boy’s eyes… it is obvious he is still trying to map the situation, still trying to decide how much danger he has stepped into.
The knowledge only tightens the pull Nikolai already feels toward the boy. He leans in and kisses Theo once more, brief but firm, the platinum bracelet cool against his wrist where the boy’s fingers brush his.
Then he steps back, turns, and walks out into the night.
The life of a pakhan is never easy, especially after midnight…