11. Ethan #2
I trade the crop for a leather flogger. I trail it over his knee, making him flinch. “You’ve got to give me something, Levi. You have to try.” I let the leather strips brush the inside of his thigh near his groin.
“I watched… just… s-sex, I don’t know.”
“Say the word sex again.”
His lips part, but the word doesn’t come out. I smack the flogger against his ass.
“Ahh—sex!” he yelps, trying to jerk away.
“Say fuck.” I trail the flogger over his stiff, leaking dick.
“F-fuck.”
“Say cum.”
“Cum.”
“Mm, good boy.” I set the flogger aside and pump more lube onto my fingers. I get right between his legs and lean over him. I lightly stroke his balls and watch how he bites his lip.
“You watched straight porn, didn’t you?”
“Y-yes.”
I slide my hand down, slipping my fingers between his cheeks. He makes a surprised little sound when I press lightly against his hole.
“You didn’t know you were gay, did you?”
He shakes his head.
I push my finger inside him. He sucks in a startled breath and clenches on me. I slide my other hand up his chest to his throat, playing with the strap there.
“Relax,” I instruct. “Push out.”
It’s hard for him, but he tries. I massage and stretch him.
I work slowly, letting him get used to it, and as I do, a strange, sad emotion comes over me.
I find myself leaning down on him as I work my fingers inside him.
I don’t know what’s upsetting me. It’s something about the extreme vulnerability of his position and the way he’s opening for me like he’s safe.
It’s the fact that he’s gasping against me, shocked at the sensations but not afraid of them.
When I start rubbing his sweet spot, he starts making sharp little sounds. I could make him come right now.
I push away from him, pulling my fingers from his ass.
I walk away. My hands are curling into fists.
I’m breathing hard. I don’t think that I’m angry, but I find myself picking up a bullwhip from one of the benches.
I swing it over my shoulder. At the loud crack and the relieving flash of pain, there’s a sharp cry—but it’s not mine.
I wheel around to see Levi rigid in the chair, his mouth open in shock. I swing the whip over my shoulder again. At the distinct crack, Levi flinches.
I go stalking back his way. I stand between his spread legs, staring at the stiff, shiny length of his lubed cock.
“Do you like that sound?” I ask.
“It… it scared me.”
“But you like being scared,” I point out, curling my hand around his cock and giving him a long, firm stroke.
“Ohhh,” he breathes then bites his lip again.
I push my fingers into his ass. He clenches instinctively then remembers to relax. He whines when I stroke his sweet spot.
“Oh my God,” he mumbles then shivers as I drag the tail of the bullwhip up his torso before snapping it over my shoulder to hit my back.
Levi jerks, clenching on my fingers. His balls draw up, so I drop the whip and pinch his cockhead to stop him from coming.
He pulls against me, straining and distressed.
I withdraw my fingers from inside him and grab a ball weight from the tray.
Wrapping my hand around his balls, I tug them down. Levi moans at first, liking it, but when I fit the metal around his sac at the base of his cock, he freezes.
“What is that?” he asks.
“A ball stretcher.”
I release him so he can feel the weight of it, so he can understand. The stretcher looks beautiful on him, pulling down, forcing the skin taut around his balls.
“What do you think?” I ask as I return to the tray to consider the toys. I choose one of the dildos, a small one. I lube it and step between his legs again.
“It feels strange,” he says breathlessly.
“Why haven’t you tried things?” I ask him as I rub the dildo between his cheeks.
“I don’t know.”
“Answer the question.” I thump the dildo against his swollen balls, making him cry out.
“I don’t feel anything. I don’t react. Not like I’m supposed to.”
“You’re reacting now. What’s the difference?”
“I don’t know—please, I really don’t!”
I massage his balls where I thumped him. “I believe you,” I reassure him. I won’t punish him for not knowing something, only for withholding. I ask, “When you started getting hard yesterday during our session, what were you thinking about?”
He bites his lip, and I don’t need to see his eyes to know that he doesn’t want to tell me—which means there’s an answer. A specific one.
I hold the tip of the dildo against his hole while I grab a knife. I trail the back of it up his torso. He flinches away from it, but there’s nowhere for him to go. I trace around his nipple, letting him feel the sharpness of the tip.
He murmurs, “Oh my God.”
“I told you you’re not safe with me. Now answer my question: what were you thinking about when you got hard?”
“A dream. From the night before.”
“A dream about what?”
“You.”
That stalls me. It delights me. “What kind of dream?” I think I can guess, but he needs to say it.
“A… um…”
When he gets stuck, I scrape him with the knife, enough that he’ll think it’s a cut.
He yelps and shouts, “A sex dream!”
I massage his chest where I’ve been scraping him, all the while keeping the dildo pressed against his hole.
“And what was I doing in this dream?” I ask.
“Choking me.”
“Interesting. Just that?”
“And… touching me.”
“Touching you where?”
“My…”
“Say it, Levi.”
“My cock.”
“But not here?” I ask, prodding his hole with the dildo. When he shakes his head, I ask, “Why not?”
“I-I didn’t know.”
“You didn’t know it would feel good?” I ask as I push the dildo in an inch.
“Yes!” he gasps, clenching then relaxing. I push it in a little more.
“Because you didn’t know you were gay?”
“I didn’t know anything.”
“Oh, baby. You’ve been so lonely, haven’t you?”
He takes a few, harsh little breaths then whispers in a raw, broken voice, “Yes.”
I lean into him, smashing the flat of the knife between us, as I push the dildo all the way inside. I feel his chest heaving under mine. I feel his breath puffing hotly against my neck. I feel his dick kicking against my abdomen. My own dick throbs in the cage.
I work the dildo inside him, opening him. There are some ways that I want to hurt him—and some ways I don’t.