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Chapter Six – Give Me What I Need

That was enough playing. Rhett had hoped he would scare the boy a little by showing him how fast a car like that could go. But Christian was not of the usual mold; he wasn’t easy to scare and make aware of the consequences of his actions.

It was all for the better. And it would all work out to the best of his interests, too. After all, Christian was willing to push his limits, which meant that he would hit two birds with one stone. It would be a pleasure to punish the boy accordingly, and if Eddy ever came to him and complain, Rhett would just rub it in his face.

A few days ago, he had been willing to develop a conscience and let the boy go. But since Christian proved that he didn’t plan on doing that himself, who was he to deny him the pleasure of experimenting?

He stopped the car brusquely. In his mind, he would take Christian home, tie him up, and spank him properly. But his hands itched, and his khaki pants were suddenly too tight; good thing, the place he had chosen was completely deserted and far enough from prying eyes.

He stepped out and opened the car door for Christian to climb out, too. It was easy to observe that he, also, moved with some difficulty, holding both hands in front and looking down like a guilty kid.

Rhett made a move, half-expecting Christian to run away. But no, there was no way in hell something like that could happen as long as it involved that rebellious youth. While he kept his eyes down, he stood his ground.

A rush of sudden anticipated pleasure ran through Rhett. He could pretend he understood what Christian was thinking right now, but he didn’t know a thing. He tipped the boy’s chin gently, and their eyes met.

“You realize that what you did was wrong, don’t you?” he asked, surprised by the roughness of his voice.

A rosy tongue darted out, licking plump lips. “Yes,” came the barely audible reply.

Rhett moved his hand and brushed his thumb against the beautiful mouth. His eyes rested on those moist lips, fascinated with them. “I cannot let you go without proper punishment.”

“Then punish me if that makes you happy.”

Ah, no longer so chastised, after all. Even in that position, Christian was challenging him. Rhett took him by one arm and then placed both of the boy’s hands on the hood of the car. “Don’t move your hands unless I say so. Is that understood?”

There was no reply this time, so Rhett grabbed Christian ass hard. “I asked you something.”

“Yes. It is. I didn’t know I had to confirm everything.”

Rhett bit back a laugh. Of course, how could he even imagine that Christian would be obedient? He hooked his fingers into the elastic band of Christian’s pants and pulled them down. It was hard to remain focused on anger when a pert ass made its appearance from underneath the large t-shirt.

There was always an anticipatory thrill when meeting someone new. But how many times had he been disappointed already? Rhett moved one hand slowly, cupping one round butt cheek and moving to its sibling, equally plump and perky. No sound could be heard from the other, so he decided to run his fingers along the crack, pushing slightly.

That earned him an instant shiver and a small gasp. That was more like it. But he couldn’t let himself swayed by the little punk and his sexy behind. First, a bit of punishment was in order. He let go of the enticing ass, steadied himself, and smacked his open palm across the unblemished skin.

“Ouch! That hurt!” Christian turned, ignoring completely the earlier order to keep his hands on the car.

“Of course it did. That’s what it’s supposed to do,” Rhett retorted.

“I don’t like it.” Defiant eyes challenged him from underneath curly eyelashes, the color of dark gold.

“Why should you? I’m the one who should enjoy it, or have you forgotten already what you said? You allowed me to punish you.”

“I take it back.” Christian crossed his arms over his chest, apparently unaware of how he stood there, his pants around his ankles, his dick swinging in the wind.

It only occurred to Rhett then that Christian didn’t wear any underwear, and pushing down his pants had left him conveniently naked. That also made him look at the young cock that seemed to be as much up to no good as its master.

Without a word, he grabbed Christian by his manhood. The young man leaned against the car and parted his legs as much as he could in his predicament. “Oh, yes, this I like.”

Incorrigible. That was one word to describe the beautiful boy in front of him. Rhett had never been much attracted by the willowy type in his life; he liked his men muscular and with plenty of meat on their bones. But right now, he was seduced by the look of those slender thighs. Christian was fit, but he wasn’t some gym bunny.

He made a fist around the smooth cock in his hand and used the leverage he had to grab Christian hard by one buttock. Without being said anything, Christian began fucking himself into Rhett’s fist while biting his bottom lip and tipping his head back with a look of absolute pleasure on his face.

“Please, kiss me, Mr. Brown,” he whispered.

“Aren’t you something?” Rhett wanted to sound harsh and unforgiving, but he barely managed to get his point across.

He got closer and pressed himself against Christian’s hip. It was of no consequence that his hard cock found little friction like that, but at least it would let the other know that his actions affected his so-called tormentor.

“Please,” Christian asked sweetly and turned his head to look at him.

“At least, you know how to ask nicely,” Rhett admitted grudgingly.

He let go of the delicious bottom he had been fondling until now and used his free hand to grab Christian by the hair at the back of his head. Their lips crashed, and Rhett wanted to make that kiss hard, but, again, against his better judgment, he was losing focus on what was at stake.

Christian swung his hips with abandon, making his cock go in and out Rhett’s hand. How could he be so unguarded? Didn’t he know that there were people in the world who wouldn’t think twice about using him? The thought that someone else would look at Christian and find him an easy prey angered him.

It was enough to make him deepen the kiss and claim himself the conqueror. He could feel the small trembling in the other’s body, the longing and the want, and he began to help by moving his hand and giving Christian what he needed.

Rhett didn’t have to look to know that nothing else was required for his precious charge to lose himself and fly over the edge. Christian turned limp and leaned against him. Small mercies were in order; he allowed the boy to breathe.

However, that didn’t mean that he was satisfied. Something of the sudden anger from earlier returned. Maybe the best course of action was to give Christian a lesson, one that would scare him good and make sure that he would never attempt a thing like that again.

“Do you see what you did?” he asked and held his hand high. Some of Christian’s cum made the index and middle fingers glisten.

“I’ll clean up,” Christian murmured.

It took Rhett all his discipline and good training to keep in an immediate reaction at Christian’s lips wrapping around his fingers and licking his own cum.

“I thought you would reach for some tissues, or something.” The words were meant to tease; his voice, not so much.

“Don’t have any,” Christian replied after finishing the task at hand. “Does all cum taste the same?”

Rhett was sure it would take a while to figure out how Christian’s mind worked. It was refreshing; people today tended to be so dull, so predictable. “There’s one way of learning.” He pushed his crotch into the other’s hip. That should be enough for a suggestion.

“Do you want me to suck you off?” Christian asked, his voice suddenly deep and unsure.

That type of boy was only good to send on his way packing. But Rhett replied, “Sure, why not? You still owe me.”

“Okay. It’s better than spanking. I don’t like that,” he said the last words quickly as if Rhett were ready to put him back in position and give him a proper punishment.

So far, Christian had only done what he wanted. Rhett had an inkling that he had been dying to be asked to suck a guy’s cock. Or maybe, not just any cock. It was foolish to believe that such a young man could nurture any other feelings but curiosity and lust toward whatever was happening between them at the moment. But it felt good to indulge in a little fantasy and imagine that Christian liked him, at least, a little.

What was he now? Some teenager? He surely let his hormones run wild because he didn’t control the way his cock sprang free the moment Christian opened his fly and reached inside with clumsy hands.

“Are you like this because of me?” Christian asked timidly.

Anyone else, anyone else in the whole frigging world, would take advantage. That was the voice of innocence, of someone who didn’t know what he was getting himself into. It drove Rhett crazy only to think of that, of men who would be glad to find a weakness and exploit it.

Unfortunately, he was one of those men. He had used to be, at least. Now, he wasn’t that sure anymore.

Christian made a move to get on his knees, but Rhett stopped him. He pulled the boy’s pants up and kissed him shortly. “Now you can get to work.”

Murmured thanks followed, and Rhett had a mind to tease Christian over being so polite all the time, but all was gone from his mind the moment soft lips wrapped around his cock. That had been his fantasy at first, and he now had the privilege to see it happening. He caressed Christian’s head, running his fingers through the silky golden strands.

A shy tongue explored the head of his cock. Rhett grunted in undisguised pleasure when it reached for the small hole and poked at it.

“I think it will taste a little different,” Christian said, pulling away.

No more teasing. Rhett grabbed him by the back of the head and guided him back to the hard cock in front of him. “Don’t talk, just suck.”

When he expected the boy to struggle, Christian was surprisingly obedient. As far as it was about sex and experimenting with new things, he was curious and bold. What ticked him wrong were other things, like jealousy.

Rhett was aware that having his plan about Christian put correctly in place required time and his ability to make order in his thoughts. Right now, there were more pressing matters. He closed his eyes and helped Christian set into a rhythm while his naughty tongue explored, and his plump sexy lips pressed against Rhett’s cock just enough to make it pleasurable.

Taught right, the boy would be amazing between the sheets. Maybe that was a good plan, one better than anything else. Step one was underway, and it meant to seduce him. Step two would take finesse and involved getting Christian hooked. Step three would bring …

What would it bring? Revenge? Rhett couldn’t even think of that right now. Even how the word sounded made no sense while his cock was stroked and sucked with youthful enthusiasm. As much as he took pride in being capable to bar his cock from thinking for him, now wasn’t the time to recall that.

Christian moved only so that he could tease the underside with his tongue as he looked up and opened his mouth wide. Rhett lost himself in those big blue eyes.

“Oh, damn,” he uttered with a grunt.

He registered his own pleasure and the small flinch in the other as he began shooting. Christian held his mouth open, his tongue soon coated with white fluid.

He looked amazing like that. He was sex, pure and simple, Rhett thought. It wasn’t fair a man this young had so much sex appeal in his slender body. “Swallow,” he said shortly, as his hand tightened on the back of Christian’s neck.

The naughty mouth closed, and Rhett smiled. Satisfaction, absolute and with no shadow of a doubt, spread through him. Oh, yes, he had forgotten he hadn’t had any fun with his own cock ever since he had kissed the punk knelt in front of him.

***

“It’s a bit different,” Christian said out loud.

He had given the first blowjob in his life! He would have shouted to celebrate his victory, but he didn’t want Brown to learn that much about him. Now that his balls were empty, and so were his partner’s, he could go back to playing it cool.

Brown helped him to his feet and caught his mouth in a smoldering kiss. Christian could feel his mind running away from him when that happened. All that remained behind was the need to laugh like a silly person and bones made of jelly and not much else.

He could feel a hard arm wrapped around his waist and a hand in his hair. Of course, then there were those lips, firm and demanding, and that tongue that had no consideration for the fact that Christian needed to breathe, just like any normal person.

But he loved it, he was crazy about any minute of it, and he had wanted to ask Brown about letting himself sucked off. But he hadn’t even needed to insist because Brown had wanted that as much as him.

“You are a naughty kid, and I have to take you home to mine.”

“What? But my ass hurts,” Christian blurted out.

That seemed to annoy Brown, for some reason. “Have I said anything about your ass?”

“No, but you clearly want to fuck me.”

“You are such a presumptuous little prick, aren’t you?”

Christian bristled. “Not everyone walks around with a monster cock between his legs, like you.”

Brown stared at him like he was growing a second head. “I said absolutely nothing about your cock. I was just commenting on you being kind of a dick.”

What? What was he now?

Brown moved him out of the way to open the car door. “Get inside already. And your ass obviously hurts because you decided on your own to pop your cherry on my cock, with no consideration whatsoever for your lovely behind.”

“Do I have a lovely behind?” Christian knew he had to look completely silly, with a stupid smile plastered on his face.

“If no one told you that before, I’ll make sure you’ll hear it from me plenty.”

“Okay, I’m coming then,” he said and climbed inside the car. “But still, no fucking.”

“No worries, by the time I’m finished with you, you’ll beg for it. If I choose to comply with your request, it remains to be seen.”

Ha! Brown thought himself some hot stuff. And he was, of course he was, but he had no idea who he was dealing with. Christian felt triumphant. His very first blowjob, and he had managed to make the guy come like a fountain. A faint taste of cum still lingered in his mouth, but he loved it. It was just one of those things he had never tried before, and as he had suspected for so long, it was awesome.

***

Christian rotated his wrists tentatively and then his ankles. Curiosity had pushed him to accept the strange position he was in. Brown had no shortage of equipment, so now he was on his back, with his legs secured close to his also tied wrists. That way, with his legs up, spread wide, and incapable of moving, he was completely exposed but not uncomfortable. Maybe it was because the sling he had seen before was made to accommodate guys who were into being abused.

He wasn’t, but he had allowed Brown to undress him and put him in there. All because of curiosity. What if he got fucked anyway, despite his protests? No, Brown wouldn’t do that. He had gathered that much during these few encounters.

But he was in a position that could only lead to one thing. So, he was also curious about how long he could get away with telling Brown ‘no’.

Just as he wondered where his host had gone off to, he heard him walking back into the room. Christian examined Brown through his eyelashes, trying to fake boredom. He had hoped to see him naked, but there was no chance of that. Apparently, Brown had taken the time to dress up, not down. He was in dress pants and a dress shirt, its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off muscular forearms. Christian stared as much as he could without becoming obvious. Something about that outfit made him squirm a little.

“So, are you well adjusted?”

Christian moved his hands and feet. “As much as one can in such an embarassing position.”

“Embarassing, you say? And yet, you left me in much worse circumstances when you ran off. Now, tell me, why did you do it?”

It was enough for Brown to look at him with that penetrating gaze, and he could feel his cock getting hard.

“Does something excite you?”

Even his voice was making Christian feel things ... forbidden things. It was a manly voice, deep, a bit harsh. But it could be gentle, too, laced with inflections of warmth. Was that how Brown was seducing his subs? With the promise that he would be kind? There were so many questions he wished to ask but didn’t dare. He walked on thin ice, and his opponent was formidable. One wrong move and things could end.

Christian didn’t want it to end, whatever it was. He closed his eyes and shivered when cool fingers touched his balls.

“Tell me why you’re hard, Christian.” Again, that deep voice, harsh but gentle.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“You never drop the punk act, do you?”

Was he a punk? That was a compliment! He would thank Brown, but that would make him less of a punk, right?

“It’s because you touch my balls,” he opted for the truth.

The rough hand moved and began to stroke his cock slowly. Too slowly. He squirmed, trying to meet the hand torturing him, but the sling didn’t give him enough leverage to push his hips up.

“Do you want me to jerk you off?”

“Why do you have to ask everything? I want it, of course I want it!” Christian struggled some more.

To his dismay, Brown removed his hand. Christian huffed in displeasure.

“Before I give you what you need --”

“I know, I know, I have to ask nicely. Please do me, Mr. Brown.”

“You’re so impatient.”

He opened his eyes and was surprised to find his host much closer, by his right side. “What do I have to do?”

Brown leaned in, making their eyes met. “Start with the truth. Why did you leave last night?”

Christian moved his head away. “If I had known we were just going to talk, I wouldn’t have come.”

“Ah, then you want to get fucked? It’s either that, or the truth.” Brown touched his chin and made his head turn.

Vulgar words sounded so good in that man’s mouth. Christian wanted to kiss him again. He would re-do last night, given a chance. “It was rude of you to have your subs call you at night while I was with you.”

“Ah.” Brown caressed his jawline slowly and let go of him again.

Christian began moving his toes in annoyance.

“It was rude of me.” Brown moved around him, inspecting him with keen eyes. It made Christian feel self-conscious of his body and how he had to look. Skinny? Unappealing? Too young?

“Yes, it was.”

“I had no idea you would come and use me to lose your virginity. I would have planned things differently.”

Christian huffed. “Just because of me? I don’t buy it.”

Brown stopped. “Why would you sell yourself so short, Christian?”

***

The boy had a mouth on him, but that only hid insecurities and nothing else. Rhett had a mind to release him, hold him, and tell him how beautiful he was. But it would only be a way for him to lose himself, and that was out of the question. It didn’t bide his plans well to get too close.

The simplest strategy was to give Christian a good fucking and send him home, with the promise to himself that they would never see each other in that manner again. After all, he wasn’t some toy for a spoiled kid.

Still, curiosity was nudging him to find out more.

“I’m not selling myself short,” Christian babbled.

Rhett grabbed one slim ankle and steadied it. “Let’s try something simpler. Why were you looking like you’d just come back from a marathon when we met today? And why didn’t you wear underwear?”

Christian bit his bottom lip. He did that a lot, and it meant that he was trying to find a believable lie. “I just left home in a hurry.”

“Hmm, and the cause of that hurry, what was it?”

“I wanted to see you.”

Rhett suspected as much, but the sudden honesty took him aback. “How did you know where I was?”

“I saw it on some guy’s feed,” came the reluctant reply.

Ah, that selfie. It explained some things about the too connected generation Christian belonged to. But it had worked to his advantage, so no complaints. He smiled. “And the lack of underwear? Still because of that?”

“I didn’t have time. I usually wear it.”

“I don’t mind it. But why did you want to see me so badly?”

“To see if you were all right.”

Did he hear well? Was Christian - almost - apologizing? “It would take more than a punk like you to cause me nuisance.”

Baby blues flashed daggers at him. That always worked.

“I want to go home.”

And whenever things didn’t work his way, he would just run away and hide. So easy to stir.

Rhett ran his fingers along the slender leg. “Jealous, quick to anger, spoiled.”

“Who are you talking about?”

Rhett rested his fingers close to the swollen cock begging for attention. All this time, Christian had only gotten harder. “You. Are you ready to run away? I will release you, have no doubt.” He allowed a short pause. “But I don’t want to have anything to do with you, ever again.”

Spoiled kids had to be beaten with their own weapons.

“What’s your answer?”

“I’ll stay.” The reply was coy.

“Good.”

Rhett took Christian’s cock and began to stroke it, but not too fast. After all, he needed to pay back some of the torture suffered.

“Faster, please, Mr. Brown,” Christian whispered and grunted.

“No can do. There are still things I want to hear from you.”

“Then just ask them already.”

“Why did you decide to lose your virginity with me? Isn’t it supposed to be a big step?”

Christian breathed deeply. He was fighting against his arousal. “It was. And I thought about it.”

“Really? And how did I appear into that plan?”

“I knew you wouldn’t mind. And how special was your first time anyway?”

Rhett grimaced. It hadn’t been special. It had been calculated and void of emotion, like many other things in his life. But it had been pleasurable, and that was the only thing that mattered. “You just wanted to be done with it? So it was nothing special?”

Christian squirmed under his ministrations. “It was special. You just ruined it.”

The sudden accusation hit at point-blank. Rhett stopped. Had he ruined it?

TBC

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