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Chapter Ten - Young And Cruel

Was there an expiration date on uncomfortable memories? Rhett perused the documents in front of him for the umpteenth time, without understanding what he was looking at. This happened too often for his own good. He ended up pulling long hours not to be more productive, like in the past, but just to keep himself busy.

Otherwise, his mind would begin traveling back to that day and that moment. Then, the questions would appear. Had it been the right decision? Just because he had wanted to prove to Eddy - and himself - that he could walk away if he wanted?

No, that wasn’t the real reason but if he were to address it, really look into it... No, it wasn’t a good idea to go there.

So getting himself buried in work, have it piled on top of his sanity was the only strategy at hand he could depend on at the moment.

At one point, he would have to get out of that situation and see about his life as usual. The only problem was that he couldn’t. He was a man of action, never lethargic, never one to let himself overwhelmed by situations he couldn’t control.

He was always in control of everything and everyone in his life. Apparently, that kind of false belief and vacuous pride had been challenged by whatever words came from an incredibly delicious mouth belonging to the most rebellious youth he had come across in his life.

He shifted in his chair and turned toward the floor to ceiling window behind him. His office overlooked the busiest corner in the city, but the usual hustle and bustle he could stare at from above like the king of the world weren’t as assuring as always.

What he needed was to stop whatever he was doing. Like a bull, he had to rush forward if he wanted to escape this, the annoying pain in his side that was threatening to take over his life. A good option, the best he had, was to get back in the saddle.

He turned toward the large computer monitor on his desk. The work was finished for the day, so it was a good moment to evaluate what type of pleasures he could plan for the upcoming weekend.

The playground was full, as always. Whoever knew better didn’t attempt to contact him directly but used the respectable virtual venues to get in touch with him. That went for new contacts, without fail. The potentials had to be vetted when they were not his direct acquaintances, and there were people he trusted when it came to this.

The same-old, same-old was there. Rhett felt tired and bored just wading through the numerous invitations and enticing pics of muscular men, eager to please, dressed in inventive leather gear to impress the dom in him.

He was about to give up and leave that decision for another day when the last entry left for him drew his attention. The thin golden frame was not something he saw often. He never took money for this kind of thing, but the people in charge of the vetting process had a business to run, and he was fine with it. Those neat letters encased by the thin filament the color of gold made him click on the invitation.

He frowned as he read the well-crafted words. It was not a standard letter, but what was much more unconventional was that there were no pics attached. How could those people expect him to make a decision if he couldn’t see the man in question? He could dismiss it altogether, but now his curiosity was piqued.

“Taste and forget,” he read out loud.

Was he okay with playing along? Whoever the man was, he must have spent a small fortune to get this done. He would be disappointed if he were to be ignored, right? Usually, Rhett couldn’t care less about people’s feelings, as long as it didn’t serve him to do so.

He could ignore the invitation. It had been sent two weeks ago. Maybe the mysterious man had given up on waiting for a reply and had gone with another dom to fulfill his fantasy. By the tone of the letter, it appeared to be a one-time thing. Perhaps, he had lost the courage by now.

He clicked quickly on the ‘Accept’ button and waited. The system was well put in place, which meant that he would get a confirmation as soon as the sender received the notification. If it sank or swam, it could be a matter of days.

Rhett quirked an eyebrow when the familiar ping announced that a reply was already in his inbox. “Looking forward to making your acquaintance?” He laughed for the first time in the last month. Whoever the man behind the invitation was, he was awfully formal about what he put in motion by asking to be punished and dominated by a man with a reputation for being ruthless and pushing his subs to his limits.

Well, that could be entertaining. Rhett tried to think of it, picture it, but the usual excitement was gone. He stood up abruptly. He wasn’t some teenager, prone to moping in his room over his crush for months. What he needed was a breath of fresh air.

Taste and forget. Why not? It sounded like a good strategy to get rid of obsessions.

***

He was dressed in a conservative business suit, as the letter had demanded. While not usually one to allow his subs to plan the enactment of their fantasies, Rhett had found the clarity of the request comforting. Whoever the man was, he knew what he wanted, something not usually encountered in that line of entertainment. People came to him for answers, most of the time.

However, right now, Rhett had a feeling that he would meet someone who, while indulging in fantasies of being dominated, asked to be treated as an equal. It was refreshing to see that, and he, too, was looking forward to meeting such a man.

What kind of person could he be? Rhett knew that he wouldn’t get to see his face, and with the room sunk in complete darkness, he wouldn’t see his body, either. However, he would feel it, he would know, from his experience, approximately how old he was, what shape his body had, how he would react to each of the things he had politely asked to be done to him.

He opened the door, and a sliver of light peeked inside. It wasn’t enough to catch a glimpse, and Rhett wasn’t the cheating kind. A small sharp intake of breath let him know the direction he needed to follow. He let his eyes adjust to the darkness for a while, half hoping that the unnerving silence would determine his special guest to speak.

A narrow high window allowed some of the light pollution outside to seep into the room. So it wasn’t complete darkness, after all. Even so, a pang of claustrophobia would affect someone not used to that type of setting.

Rhett didn’t get that vibe from the man. Now, he could make the shape of an X-stand and a human body attached to it. He indulged in the familiar and pleasant feeling of being in charge.

He approached his prey slowly. A mask entirely covered the man’s head, and his heavy breathing gave off his excitement. Rhett brushed the tips of his fingers along the latex, attempting to identify some discernable features underneath.

There was not much to get from that, so his hand moved lower, indulging in the smooth skin. Curiosity pushed him further, and he felt the stretched muscles in the lean arms, and then the suppleness of a taut abdomen. So his guest was young. Younger than expected. That was a surprise seeing how the tone of that letter had seemed to belong to someone who didn’t want to live the rest of his life with regrets.

Rhett allowed both of his hands to wander. He knew that, from that point forward, he would be in charge. He would be the one to pull all the strings, call all the shots.

Between the man’s legs, his cock was hard as a rock and leaking precum. Rhett didn’t use gloves, ever. The vetting process demanded that all involved were in perfect health, so he indulged himself in having a little taste.

He frowned, and all his senses tingled, suddenly in a state of alert. He leaned forward and sniffed his guest’s neck. Delicious.

A rush of something akin to happiness rushed through his system. He smiled despite himself.

***

So, the plan hadn’t been for him to be uncomfortable as hell, Christian thought, as he squirmed a little while Brown was busy touching him everywhere. That mask was awful, and his nose was itching as only his airways and mouth were free. Would it be out of character to sneeze? Probably yes, so he used all his willpower to abstain.

Good thing Brown was already doing things to his body to draw his attention from his lack of comfort. So far, the famous dom wasn’t making an appearance. There was just a man touching him everywhere. Which was pleasant, but Christian expected more than a spanking. He had planned to endure whatever Brown had in store for him, a supposedly random guy who wanted a taste of that forbidden world.

He couldn’t speak up and demand the guy to hurry and do his thing. After all, that was a test of sorts, too. But if his heart got broken along with his body, that would be fine because he would have a clean slate to look forward to.

It was easier to focus on such brave thoughts, when all month, he had been missing Brown like crazy. Christian haven’t known of such feelings until now. It was quite annoying. And it hurt.

Just like his nipples being pinched hard. He hissed and stopped right on time before ruining everything and giving himself away. Some pretty heavy words stood on the tip of his tongue, but he left them there. If this worked out well, he would get his revenge. If not – well, he wasn’t about to think like a defeatist for now.

The torture on his nipples stopped. He felt something small and flat hitting his abdomen lightly, and he shivered. So far, this looked pretty tame. It was more his expectation torturing him than anything else.

To his surprise, his wrists were released from their holds and his ankles, too, but only so that Brown could turn him and tie him back, but this time with Christian’s ass to him. Ah, so that was the part where things were about to get hard and heavy. He braced himself.

“You sent your safe word,” Brown said.

To hear his voice after so long felt soothing. How could lovers usually endure being apart? Christian had a hard time figuring that out. And if now, Brown went ahead and did something to confirm that he was forgotten –

Hard lips pressed against the back of his neck. Why did this feel so good? It was nothing but someone touching someone, and it wasn’t like he had never been touched in his life. And wasn’t this the part where Brown would take out his whip or whatever and give him a good punishment? He had explicitly asked for that. Convincing that guy to let him get to Brown had been a pain, to begin with. Even so, he had been told not to get his hopes up.

Fortunately, it worked, but now, it looked like Brown was taking the reins and doing whatever he wanted. That was fine by him, but it was too intimate and driving him nuts a bit. Had Brown no idea of how much Christian had yearned for him all month long? How could he do that with a stranger?

Conflicted between his thoughts and what his body felt at the moment, Christian missed the question addressed to him.

His nipples were pinched again. “I asked you something. Do you recall your safe word? Just nod if you don’t want to talk.”

Christian nodded eagerly while Brown held one hand across his jawline.

A chuckle followed. “Good. Now, I must admit that I was rather intrigued with the demanding tone of your letter.”

Had he gone too far? Given himself away with that?

“I never take demands,” Brown added. “Therefore, from now on, this game is played as I see fit, and you, if you can’t live with I’m doing to you, just say the word and you’ll be free.”

If it only were that easy. The last month had taught him many things, including that freedom was a relative sensation, after all. As long he couldn’t command his thoughts to stop going back to the man behind him, who was now kissing his shoulder slowly, he couldn’t pretend he was free.

Christian heard the rustling of clothes. Was Brown undressing? But why? Sex wasn’t on the menu, as he had been clear in his letter.

“I’m surprised you’re so young.” Knuckles rolled slowly down his spine. “That means you don’t know what you want.”

Like hell, I don’t! Well, he couldn’t yell that and couldn’t use the safe word either because that meant ‘game over’. Therefore, in that suppressed position, he was a prisoner, waiting for things to be done to him, things he wanted to be done to him, but also he didn’t, at the same time.

As he had told Ed and Adrian, it was complicated.

“To taste the power of another man, as you put it, ultimately means this.”

Christian gasped when slick fingers pushed against his ass. He would have pulled his legs together, but he was attached to the X-stand and couldn’t move an inch if he wanted. Maybe he could protest, in a low, cartoonish voice. But then, he would just influence the test.

If Brown started to fuck him, it was over.

“I suppose you’re wondering why I’m not punishing you, as you demanded. I can tell you’re not versed in this lifestyle, and therefore, your demands came across to me as childish.”

Christian would have rolled his eyes if the damned mask had allowed it. Childish. Sure. He had done his homework, and Brown should have been grateful for allowing him to do those things to him.

“I can’t see you, but I can feel you.” Brown moved his fingers across Christian’s back. “I bet you’re beautiful. Not that you might not look beautiful, too, with red marks on your back and ass. You would, I’m sure. But such punishment,” he leaned in and whispered, “would only be skin-deep.”

Christian trembled. It was too much.

“You wouldn’t learn a thing.”

Waiting for what the man would do to him next was agonizing torture. Brown moved away, and Christian whimpered at the loss of that closeness. He had yearned for it for so long; it wasn’t fair to have it taken away from him.

Brown touched his ass again. Christian struggled against his restraints as skilled fingers moved in and out of him. He was beyond himself with want now, but it meant one thing if Brown went on and fucked him.

It meant that he had moved on.

“I don’t usually do this,” the deep baritone voice continued. A chuckle followed. “I never do this.”

Christian wondered what that was. He let out a gasp as something pushed against his backdoor, slick and warm.

And big. But it stopped. What could Brown mean by that? Was he never fucking his subs? Now that was a blatant lie.

“It’s time for you to use your safe word. You were vetted, and I trust the people in charge. I assure you that I’m in perfect health, too.”

Christian was about to ask, but he bit his tongue in time. What was Brown talking about? Yeah, he had obeyed all the requests regarding health tests, but what that had to do with anything?

“I’m putting it in,” Brown announced. His breath was hot and unnerving on Christian’s skin. “Raw.”

Raw? Like in no rubber? Christian’s mind went blank. He had fantasized about all kinds of things these last weeks, including having the man behind him pound into him and filling him up. He had even watched breeding videos and jerked off insanely much while doing so. But what was a guy to do while waiting to mend his broken heart?

“Well?” Brown moved the head of his huge cock between his buttocks, making him shiver with renewed excitement. “One word and it won’t happen.”

It would be a dream come true. But also, it would mean that Brown had just decided to fuck a stranger.

“Still waiting.”

Christian pushed his ass back as much as he could. As much as it would hurt later, he would have this to remember.

“I guess I got my answer.”

Christian let out a gasp of surprise as a strong arm wrapped around his chest, and a warm body covered his back. He could feel Brown’s chest hair tickling his skin, and it just made everything even more incredibly maddening.

But what he felt the most was the hard cock breaching his defenses. He moaned as he was stretched. He had loved it before; missing it had been hard enough. Now it was even better than ever before.

“I’ll put my mark on you,” Brown whispered as he began moving against him. He bit Christian’s shoulder, quite hard, but that didn’t take any of the pleasure away. Instead, it made it soar. “I’ll fuck you and breed your sweet ass.”

How could he say those words to a stranger? If he hadn’t been so aroused, Christian would have felt hurt. He was hurt, but he didn’t want to stop, either. He, too, wanted that, to hear those words spoken to him like that, and those things to happen to him.

“Your body is amazing,” Brown continued, as his hips crashed against Christian’s ass over and over. “I wonder if you’ve been fucked before.”

Christian couldn’t talk. He was sure his grunts and moans could give him away, but it no longer mattered. But he still wouldn’t talk.

His restraints were released, and he was taken to a mat and placed on all fours.

“If you came to search for such an experience, I’m afraid those lovers you had before haven’t done too good a job. You’re a young man who needs to be taken in hand.”

Christian was too busy keeping himself on the mat as Brown slammed inside him without mercy. From this position, their fucking was complete. He wasn’t completely sure Brown had been so deep inside him before. He had been quite considerate during their short time together.

This was better, even if it had to be the last time, or maybe that was the reason. Christian wanted to cry a little. So, that was the truth, after all. Brown would breed some random guy’s ass while Christian still missed him like crazy.

It was a lesson he needed. He leaned forward, pushing his ass up. Brown wasn’t touching him, but his ass was pounded so good that his cock couldn’t help feeling aroused. Christian wasn’t that sure about hands-free ejaculations, but if it were a perfect moment for one, it had to be that.

His breathing grew heavier, his moans louder. His entire body was an erogenous spot. Whenever Brown touched him on the shoulders, on the back, on his ass, he trembled. His pleasure couldn’t go much higher. He shouted it from the top of his lungs as his cock erupted.

“I suppose that’s my cue.” Brown caressed his back. “Good boy.”

Christian continued to experience the last ripples of his aftermath as Brown increased his rhythm. There was a new type of pleasure as he felt his ass getting filled. Those porn videos couldn’t prepare him for that.

But that meant it was done. And he would still have a broken heart to mend. Christian suspected that watching porn might not be that efficient this time. Now, there was no hope left.

“I wish I could see my cum pouring out of your gorgeous ass,” Brown commented and laughed. “Ah, wait, I’m the dom here, and unless you say the safe word, I can do as I please.”

Christian didn’t know what he meant by that, but he realized that the light might be turned on. He really couldn’t see a thing with the mask on, and it should have been pretty scary.

Only that nothing was scary as long as he was with Brown. Too bad, that kind of comfort had been short-lived.

Rough hands were on his ass, pulling the buttocks apart.

“And now, I think we should see each other.”

Christian hadn’t planned for that. Brown’s hand reached for his mask.

“Hey, dude, code red, or something.”

Oh, damn, he had forgotten to use an accent. He straightened up and tried to fight against Brown. He only ended up on his back, with the other on top of him. It was a child’s play for Brown to unmask him.

He defiantly kept his eyes close.

“Oh, who do we have here?” Brown drawled.

“Just spare me already,” Christian replied with a huff. “Get off me, you cheater.”

“Cheater? How am I a cheater?”

“You just fucked a stranger without a rubber while I --” Christian stopped.

“You what, Christian? What are you doing here? Pulling another prank on me?”

Christian felt hot with anger. “I’m not pulling any pranks. I just wanted to show you that I can take your lifestyle. For like once a month.” Silence followed. “All right, once a week. Twice. Not every day, though.”

“Really? And why would you do that?” Brown pressed him down and seemed too comfortable while stretching on top of him.

“Because I wanted to show you that I can do what you want. That I’m not a selfish power bottom who only wants to have his way.”

“Why?”

“Why?” Christian huffed again. “Because I’m in love with you, asshole, and I’ve missed you like crazy.”

Ah, wait, he wasn’t supposed to say that. But what was one more humiliation?

“Ugh, now just get off me,” he demanded.

“No,” Brown replied.

“No? I said the safe word!”

“And? Since when are you and I in that kind of relationship?”

It was true. They weren’t.

“Right. Well, you had your fun, then. Of course, you don’t believe me, and you would rather fuck a stranger --”

He mumbled in protest as his lips were taken, and an insistent tongue probed his mouth. This wasn’t fair. Now he needed to have a clear head and get out of there, with the last remnants of his pride still intact, if there were any left.

He took a deep breath when Brown let him.

“I believe you.” Those were solemn words, and there wasn’t a trace of humor in them. “Now open your eyes, Christian, and look at me.”

He did. He closed them again, but then he decided to look at the other. Brown was as handsome as ever, and that wasn’t fair. “Well, it’s too late.”

“Why is that?”

“Because you fucked a stranger --”

“When did I do that?”

“Right now.”

“I fucked you.”

“Yeah, but you thought --”

“No ‘buts’, Christian. I knew it was you.”

“Really? Ah, that guy --”

“No, don’t blame him. He didn’t tell me anything. He’s a true professional and always respects his clients. God knows how you managed to convince him to arrange your meeting with me, but I’m glad you did.”

“So how did you know then?”

Brown caressed his face and kissed him again. “After all the crazy sex I had with you, you think I wouldn’t know you? Your smell,” he sniffed Christian’s neck and gave it a small lick, “your taste, the shape of your body.”

“Do you recall all these about all your subs?”

Brown pinched his cheeks hard, making him yelp. “You’ve never been my sub.”

“Right. But still --”

“No more ‘buts’, Christian. And really, did you expect me to whip you? Were you out of your mind? I should take you over one knee and spank you properly for that crazy idea alone.”

“But I’m not your sub, you cannot spank me,” Christian said quickly.

“Yes, I can. You’re my crazy beautiful lover, and I must apply corrections when needed.”

“Ah. Are you sure? What am I saying? I humiliated myself enough, so I should just go home now. I told you I’m in love with you and --”

“And?” Brown kept his face close. “You can say it, Christian. I didn’t fuck a stranger because, since you, I couldn’t. And only when I knew it was you, I moved forward. So finish that sentence; it’s an order. You told me you’re in love with me and --”

“You didn’t say it back,” Christian said in one go and closed his eyes.

“Ah, so this is how it works.” Now Brown was totally pulling his leg.

“Just let me go,” he moaned.

“No. You’re stuck here, under me. You surely are persistent. You’re rash, impatient, brazen, and uncouth. To think that I would take my whip at your beautiful back and ass.”

“Hey, I would have done it for love.”

“I’m sure. But I wouldn’t go that far. You proved yourself to me.”

“You didn’t miss me all this time,” Christian said accusingly.

“I did. And today, it was just a way for me to try to forget about you. But you chose to put on a latex mask and provoke me. The moment I realized it was you, only one thought remained on my mind.”

“What thought?” Christian asked softly and looked away.

Brown brought him back, cupping his cheeks, and caressing his mouth with his thumbs. “That I’ve been lying to myself all this time. I cannot forget you. And I don’t want to. To hell with your cousin, right?”

Christian snickered. “Actually, Ed helped me.”

Brown appeared surprised. “He did?”

“And Adrian.”

Now there was a deep frown etched on that handsome face.

“Hey, how do you think I could have gotten the money to pay that guy to get to you? I’m just some college kid.”

“You go to the university,” Brown pointed out.

“Whatever, you get the point. I don’t have my own money just yet.”

“How on earth did you convince your cousin and his husband to help you with this?”

“That’s my secret.”

“Don’t you have too many of those?”

Christian shrugged. “What can I do? It’s just who I am.”

Brown kissed him sweetly. “You can forget about whipping and all that. I only want you.”

“You came inside my ass,” Christian said and blushed.

“You could have stopped me at any time. But you didn’t. Why?”

“Because,” Christian replied with a small sigh, “it was like a fantasy of mine.”

“Ah, I see. Mine, too.”

“For real? And you never come inside other dudes?”

“No. It was amazing, Christian. And just to be clear, I started having this fantasy only after I met you.”

Christian wrapped his arms around Brown’s shoulders. “Me, too. Now what do we do?”

***

That was a good question. Rhett couldn’t quite believe Christian was in his arms. The sex had been amazing, but that wasn’t it. No, it was all about having him there, determined and rebellious, like always. He had denied himself all this time for nothing.

It couldn’t be a coincidence that he felt like this. So the answer to Christian’s question was as clear as day.

“We should get married.”

“What?” Christian’s beautiful eyes grew as big as saucers.

“Yes. Why not? I might have knocked you up.”

Christian began to struggle against him. “Stop joking, asshole.”

Rhett held him tightly. “Asshole? Where are your manners?”

“Stop joking, Mr. Brown.”

“Ah, see what I’m dealing with? Call me Rhett.”

“No,” came the petulant reply.

“Then marry me so that you can call me Rhett. I hope you’re not going to call your husband Mr. Brown.”

“But I’m too young, and I have like a career or something to think about first.”

“All right. So young and cruel. Marry me one day, then. Once you’ve become a big shot lawyer. What do you say?”

“Okay, I’ll marry you. But can I sit on your face?”

“Sit on my --” Rhett scoffed and immediately went for a side attack and began tickling Christian, making him howl with laughter and protests. “Is this the power bottom in you talking?”

“Like you’re not a dom,” Christian said. “If you let me, I’ll let you do dom stuff to me, too. But twice a week, at best.”

“I didn’t know I was at the negotiations table.”

Christian fell silent and then grinned. “Do you really, really, really, want to marry me?”

Rhett let out an exaggerated sigh. “I’m not getting any younger. It’s time for me to settle down. Also, your ass feels amazing, and I don’t want anyone else.”

“So, it’s all about practical things with you,” Christian protested.

“Not only. I love you, Christian,” Rhett said simply. “This long month of heartache taught me enough. You’re in my arms now, and I’m not letting you go. Is that clear?”

“It is. Oh, oh, oh, did you just say that you love me?”

“I see that I must work hard to convince you. So I’m going to repeat it, over and over, until you get it into your pretty head. Is that all right with you?”

“Yes, it is,” Christian breathed out and let himself kissed.

Rhett didn’t hesitate one moment. Plus, that delicious behind was already lubed. Christian’s only answer to his obvious intentions was a small gasp.

No protests whatsoever.

TBC

Epilogue