6 comments/ 13067 views/ 16 favorites Getting His Apology By: GildedSilver Ever considered having some hot guy kneeling at your feet? He's ready to service you however you choose. The power of each moment in your hands. Your shots called and accomplished by a man that has submitted to you: He's that one at work that's always been a bit of an ass. Yet, women seem to flock to him. His biting remarks just make you want to deck him at times but hey, you're at work and need to keep the job despite the way he flaps his mouth. But that mouth... it needs to be dealt with. It's Friday night and you need a drink. So instead of going straight home you go to the bar a few blocks away from the house. If you get shit faced, you just walk home. No worries. No work tomorrow. You walk in the bar and irritations spikes through you as you hear HIS voice booming off the ceiling. He's a little drunk, and acting very pleased with himself. Taking a seat at the bar you get the first beer. He walks by your chair and bumps into you. You try to ignore him but he doesn't care. Instead he just stands there talking to some chick and uses you to lean on. You can feel the muscles rippling long his back. The thought of them has you hard as a rock. Making him apologize would be a highpoint in a shitty day. You shove back against him and he gives you a smirky grin. Anger erupts and you grab his shirt by the collar and shove him outside. He's complaining and pulling back but doesn't try very hard. There is a dark alley just to the side of the bar. It's the perfect place to have the next part of your "conversation." "What the fuck!" He yells at you as you shove him down the alley in front of you. "You know exactly why you're here. I'm tired of your bullshit and you're going to apologize right now," you growl. You slam him up against the wall. He holds there for a second and the look on his face suddenly changes from anger too... lust? Is he seriously looking at you as if he wanted to eat you instead of fight you? Slowly he gets down on his knees at your feet. That face, the muscles you've admired, his athleticism, hell... even that attitude, has all kept your attention these past months. Maybe he's been feeling it too? You grab your cock and squeeze it through your jeans. "Your crappy attitude ends with me right here, right now. You're mouth has gotten you into this mess, now it's going to get you out. Do you understand what I'm telling you, boy?" He silently nods yes as he gazes up at you. In your mind, you pat yourself on the back in victory as you glare down at him. Finally, your hard thick dick is going to get some relief. "From now on, you'll call me master and answer me out loud when I ask you a question. Otherwise I don't want to hear a word out of you. You're going to blow me. You'd better do a good job or I'm going to tell everyone how you knelt at my feet and begged me to let you suck me." "Yes, Master," he groans in lust. You're abs clench in anticipation as he reaches up to unzip your jeans. "You ever sucked cock before?" "No, Master. I've wondered about yours though. Heard you're hung." He's unbuttoned your jeans and drew them down to just below your butt. Your cock is poking out through the waist band of your boxers. His eyes are locked on your cock. You can feel his breath wash against the head. He's so damn close. "I've never had a guy blow me before, either. Make it good or you're never seeing this again." You do your best to sound authoritative. It seems to be working because he's pulled down your boxers and your cock is straining to reach his mouth. Fuck, but you can't wait to have him swallow your load. It's gonna be big. After all, you've been saving up all week. Just didn't know you'd be blowing down this guy's mouth in an alley. Any case of nervousness you had flees your mind as he licks you from balls to head. You both groan at that first contact. But you need one more point of contact. You need to be in control. So, you fist your hand in his hair and aim your cock into his mouth. He's been the ass; this is no time to go soft on him. He looks up at you in surprise to find his mouth suddenly full with your meat. The sight is so good, the feel is so wet and hot, you almost blow. "Get that tongue working," you command in a guttural voice. Your hips buck as you feel his tongue swipe the sensitive underside of your cock. He leans in and takes more of your length drawing a hiss of pleasure from you as his warm mouth envelops your aching cock. "You like that? Like my dick in your mouth?" He nods and hollows out his cheeks as he sucks. To your delight he begins to bob is head up and down. The friction of his lips, the swipes of his tongue are driving you crazy. You keep your hand buried in his hair and start guiding the rhythm you want. He raises his hands to brace himself against your thighs, not to push you away. With your free hand you guide one of his to your balls. You want the full works. His mouth is busy with his apology. His hand needs to apologize for all the times he bumped into you, or used his physical strength to make you feel uncomfortable. And damn did he set up the perfect massage. It took all of your will power and self-control to keep from coming right then. That would ruin the next step. If he was curious about your cock he was going to experience your cock. You have both hands in his hair, controlling his movements. Slowly, you begin to push all the way to the back of his throat. He still has a few more inches to go to take all of you. You feel him gagging around your thick cock. Every time he gags makes the muscles in his throat massage you. But somehow, he manages to keep up. "Start to swallow when I get to the back of your throat. You're going to take it all." He manages a small nod and mumbles what you can only figures is a "Yes, Master." You grunt your approval as you start to glide in and out of his mouth faster. His tongue caresses underneath your cock as you fuck his mouth. His lips make that perfect ring. You can't believe how lucky you are in this very moment. He's even doing his damndest to take all of you down his throat. Incoherent words tumble out of your mouth as you make him swallow your long thick cock. His fingers are stroking you from anus to balls as he massages your balls in the palm of his hand. He may never has blown a guy but, MAN does he know what he's doing. "You're gonna swallow when I come, all of it, you cock sucker!" Suddenly you can't hold back any longer. With a long groan you shove your cock as deep in his mouth and throat as you can go and let go. You don't care if he can breathe at that moment. It's his penance and he's got a job to do. His throat muscles work your cock, extending your orgasm as he swallows all you have to give him. He's wrung you dry. You hump his face a few more strokes. You don't want this blowjob to end. If you had your way, he'd be on his knees in front of you every time he saw you. What a sight that would be at work! "Next time you disrespect me, I'm taking more than your mouth. Now, put my cock away and zip me back up." "Yes, Master," he says with a wicked grin. You know he's not going to behave. The promise, need, want for more is in his eyes. Tomorrow was looking up already. Getting His Apology Ch. 01 *(This is in third person verses the first version being in second person. I think/hope it reads better)* *Ever consider having some hot guy kneeling at your feet? He's ready to service you however you choose. The power of each moment is in your hands. Your shots called and accomplished by a man that has submitted to you:* ***** Roman was that one guy at work that had always been an ass. Yet, women seemed to flock to him. His biting remarks just made Brett want to deck him at times. But hey, they were at work and Brett needed to keep the job despite the way Roman flapped his mouth. But that mouth... it needed to be dealt with. It was Friday night and Brett needed a drink. Instead of going straight home, he went to the bar a few blocks away from the house. If he got shit faced, he'd just walked home. No worries. No work tomorrow. Brett walked in the bar and irritation spiked through him as he heard HIS voice bouncing off the ceiling. Roman was a little drunk and acting very pleased with himself. Taking a seat at the bar, Brett got the first beer. Roman walked by Brett's chair and bumped into him. Brett tried to ignore him but Roman didn't care. Instead, he just stood there talking to some chick and used Brett to lean on. Brett could feel the muscles rippling along his back. The thought of them had him hard as a rock. Making Roman apologize would be a highpoint in a shitty day. Brett shoved back against Roman and received a smirky grin in return. Anger erupted as Brett grabbed his shirt by the collar and shoved him outside. Roman started complaining and pulled back but didn't try very hard. There was a dark alley just to the side of the bar. It was the perfect place to have the next part of the "conversation." "What the fuck!" Roman yelled at Brett as he shoved him down the alley. "You know exactly why you're here. I'm tired of your bullshit and you're going to apologize right now," Brett growled. He slammed Roman up against the wall and held there for a second then let go. The look on Roman's face suddenly changed from anger to... lust? Was he seriously looking at Brett as if he wanted to eat him instead of fight him? Slowly, Roman got down on his knees at Brett's feet. That face, the muscles Brett had admired, his athleticism, hell... even that attitude had kept Brett's attention these past months. Maybe he'd been feeling it, too? Brett grabbed his cock and squeezed it through his jeans. "Your crappy attitude ends with me right here, right now. You're mouth has gotten you into this mess. Now, it's going to get you out. Do you understand what I'm telling you, boy?" Roman silently nodded yes as he gazed up at Brett. In his mind, Brett patted himself on the back in victory as he glared down at his new sub. Finally, his hard, thick dick was going to get some relief. "From now on, you'll call me Master and answer me out loud when I ask you a question. Otherwise, I don't want to hear a word out of you. You're going to blow me. You'd better do a good job or I'm going to tell everyone how you knelt at my feet and begged me to let you suck me." "Yes, Master," Roman groaned in lust. Brett's abs clenched in anticipation as Roman reached up to unzip his jeans. "You ever sucked cock before?" "No Maser. I've wondered about yours, though. Heard you're hung." He unbuttoned Brett's jeans and drew them down to just below Brett's butt. His cock poked out through the waist band of his boxers. Roman's eyes locked on his cock. Brett could feel Roman's breath wash against the head. His mouth was so damn close. "I've never had a guy blow me before, either. Make it good or you're never seeing this again." Brett did his best to sound authoritative. It seemed to be working because Roman had pulled down Brett's boxers. His cock was straining to reach Roman's mouth. Fuck, but he couldn't wait to have Roman swallow his load. It was gonna be big. After all, he'd been saving up all week. Just didn't know he'd be blowing down this guy's mouth in an alley. Any case of nerves had fled Brett's mind as Roman licked him from balls to head. They both groaned at that first contact. But, Brett needed one more point of contact. He needed to be in control. He fisted his hand in Roman's hair and aimed his cock into his mouth. Roman had been an ass; this was no time to go soft on him. Roman looked up in surprise to find his mouth suddenly full of Brett's meat. The sight was so good and the feel so wet and hot, Brett almost blew. "Get that tongue working," Brett commanded in a guttural voice. His hips bucked as he felt Roman's tongue swipe the sensitive underside of his cock. Roman leaned in to take more of Brett's length, drawing a hiss of pleasure from Brett as his warm mouth enveloped that aching cock. "You like that? Like my dick in your mouth?" Roman nodded and hollowed out his cheeks as he sucked. To Brett's delight, he began to bob his head up and down. The friction of his lips and the swipes of his tongue were driving Brett crazy. Brett kept his hand buried in Roman's hair and started guiding the rhythm. Roman raised his hands to brace himself against Brett's thighs, not to push away. With his free hand, Brett guided one of Roman's to his balls. He wanted the full works. Roman's mouth was busy with his apology. His hand needed to apologize for all the times he'd bumped into Brett or used his physical strength to make Brett feel uncomfortable. And damn, did Roman set up the perfect massage. It took all of Brett's will power and self-control to keep from coming right then. That would have ruined the next step. If Roman was curious about Brett's cock then he was going to experience that cock. Brett now had both hands in Roman's hair to control his movements. Slowly, Brett began to push all the way to the back of Roman's throat. He still had a few more inches to go to take all of that cock. Brett felt Roman gagging around his dick. Every time he gagged made the muscles in his throat massage Brett's cock. But somehow, Roman managed to keep up. "Start to swallow when I get to the back of your throat. You're going to take it all." Roman managed a small nod and mumbled what Brett could only figure was "Yes, Master." Brett grunted his approval as he started to glide in and out of his mouth faster and faster. Roman's tongue caressed underneath Brett's cock as he fucked his mouth. His lips made the perfect ring. Brett couldn't believe how lucky he was at that very moment. Roman was doing his damnedest to take all of Brett down his throat. Incoherent words tumbled out of Brett's mouth as he made Roman deep throat. His fingers were stroking Brett from anus to balls as he massaged those balls in the palm of his hand. Roman may never have blown a guy but, Man did he know what he was doing. "You're gonna swallow when I come, all of it, you cock sucker!" Brett couldn't hold back any longer. With a long groan, he shoved his cock as keep in Roman's mouth and throat as he could and let go. He didn't care if Roman could breathe at that moment. It was his penance, his job to take it. Roman's throat muscles worked Brett's cock and extended his orgasm as he swallowed all Brett had to give. Roman had wrung Brett dry. Brett humped Roman's face a few more strokes. He didn't want this blowjob to end. If Brett had his way, Roman would be on his knees every time he saw Brett. What a sight that would've been at work! "Next time you disrespect me, I'm taking more than your mouth. Now, put my cock away and zip me back up." "Yes, Master," Roman said with a wicked grin. Brett knew he wasn't going to behave. The promise, need, want for more was in Roman's eyes. Tomorrow was looking up already! Getting His Apology Ch. 02 Brett sat back in his office chair and closed his eyes to savor Friday night. He'd finally put that little prick, Roman, in his place. Blood rushed to his cock as he remembered the feel of Roman's mouth, the power he felt at getting his submission. Brett wanted more power like that. He flat out wanted more of Roman. Things had changed between them Friday night. Brett finally had the steps to this dance down pat and he was prepared for whatever Roman was going to throw his way. He knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Roman had no intention of behaving himself today. The promise for mischief had been in his eyes at the end. Brett couldn't wait to get this party started. Work on the warehouse floor was in full swing. The loading and unloading of semi-trucks was Brett's job to manage. It was the same routine but a different day altogether. As predicted, Roman was acting up more than usual. He'd almost hit Brett twice with his forklift. He even misloaded a semi just to try and pick a fight. Brett let it all slide off his shoulders. The little prick was looking at a very uncomfortable afternoon. Brett's cock twitched in anticipation. Lunch time came and Brett radioed Roman out to help him fix the load he'd deliberately messed up. Brett directed him to the back corner of the warehouse where almost no one ever went. Luckily, the excuse of real merchandise did exist in that area. Roman arrived on his forklift with that snarky grin on his face. Brett waved him off the forklift to come back behind the shelves. He left the forklift running which was against company procedure. However, that suited Brett's purposes just fine. No one would hear them over the roar of the engine. The moment Roman stepped behind the shelves Brett grabbed his wrist, wrenched it behind his back and kicked his knees out from under him. Roman went down with a yelp. Brett slapped a cuff on Roman's captured arm and as soon as Roman had his balance had the other arm cuffed, too. Roman shrugged away from Brett and tried to stand up. "You hurt my knees, asshole," he protested loudly. "Call me that again and you'll be miserable all night, not just the rest of the afternoon," Brett barked as he pushed Roman's face into the floor. "What's my name, cock sucker?" "Master, Master," Roman yelped. Brett put his lips to Roman's ear, "You have a safeword. It's 'Brett'. You say my first name and all this stops. But understand, I'll make your work life a living hell if you continue to make my work life a living hell after we stop. Understand?" "Yes, Master." "In front of everyone I'll be Mr. Wright to you. Never Brett, never asshole, or any other name you dream up. In private, I am Master. Do you want me to stop?" "No, Master. Please, no. I want you." "Done running me over and ruining shipments?" "Yes, Master, so sorry. I just wanted your attention." Brett grunted and eased up. "I have a punishment for you. Stay like that." Brett stood up and looked down on his new property. Big, powerful, fuckable Roman was all his. Sure, Roman could end their new relationship with just one word, but hadn't so far. Time to get busy before anyone walked in on this. "Sit up. I need to pull your pants down." Roman sat up with a snap. "Here?" Ha, hadn't seen that one coming, had he? Brett thought in a smug satisfaction. He didn't answer in words. He quickly undid the snap and zipper and pulled the jeans and boxers down to his knees. Roman's eyes were huge, but his hard-on said it all. "Master, shouldn't we, um... not here?" A little thrill ran through Brett at the little prick showing a hint of fear. "I'm not fucking you here. Plant your face in the concrete and keep your mouth shut. Don't call attention to us." Roman nodded and hesitantly got back in position. His arms were behind his back and his ass was up in the air just waiting for Brett to abuse it a bit. He grabbed a bag he'd stashed there earlier in the day. Well hidden, but ready and waiting for this moment. He moved out of Roman's line of sight and got the anal plug and lube out. Roman was going to be riding this all day. Roman squirmed to try and see what Brett was up to. He knelt down behind Roman, pushing his legs farther apart. Roman whimpered and then clamped his lips tight. Brett gave him a little reward and stroked the wood hanging between his legs. Roman's ass swayed into Brett's touch. Brett squirted lube on Roman's little pucker and grinned at the clenching he saw. Then he lubed the vibrating butt plug. Man, how he was going to enjoy this. Maybe Roman needed something shoved up his ass to do his job properly. Brett had never put a plug in another man, only in his own hole. This whole deal was a first for the both of them it seemed. He used the tip to gently push at Roman's back entrance. Roman squirmed to move away but stopped himself. "Wanna use your safeword?" Brett challenged him. "No, Master. I'll... um... I'll stay still." "Good,boy. Now, push out and I push in." Brett watched in fascination as the tip disappeared in Roman's ass. Roman hissed and clenched his hands but stayed still. Brett took his time. He didn't want to hurt Roman unnecessarily. Not to mention the fact that if he did make Roman tear, they wouldn't be able to fuck. There was no way he was going to pass up the opportunity to give it to Roman good and hard later tonight. The anal plug was a means to the end. Roman was going to take Brett's big cock. Get him nice and stretched, then fuck him hard. Roman shook as the flared end got closer to popping in that tight ass. Brett didn't let up the pressure. The little prick almost ran him over twice today. For that alone the vindictive side wanted to shove that plug in, but he didn't. Brett reached down with his free hand and started jerking Roman off. Not that he was gonna let him come. Just give him a little pleasure to help with the next part. Brett gave three firm tugs to Roman's cock and firmly pressed the anal plug all the way in. He almost came in his own pants at the sight of his fully plugged property. Roman groaned and kicked his feet on the floor for a second. "How are you? Just feeling the burn?" "Yes, Master," Roman groaned. "That's all, not hurt. Did you just put an anal plug in me?" "Yep." Brett pushed Roman back down when he tried to get up. One more task to complete. He reached back in the bag and got out leather straps. A chastity belt. Quickly he wrapped and buckled it around Roman's waist and ran the strap from the pouched front between his legs to connect in the back. With a satisfied grin, Brett snapped the lock on the back. That plug wasn't going anywhere and Roman wasn't getting anywhere near his own junk. "What did you do?" Roman said as he sat up and looked at the leather chastity belt. "Did you lock this on me?" Brett really did try not to laugh at the panicked look on Roman's face and failed. "It's called punishment, cock sucker. And that's only the first half. Stand up and I'll un-cuff you." Roman got to his feet clumsily and waited for Brett to un-cuff his wrists. He immediately tried to figure out how to get out. An incredulous expression spread over his face as he realized he was well and truly stuck. He shifted uncomfortably and Brett could only imagine how the plug felt as he moved. Revenge was getting better and better. "What is the other half, Master?" Roman asked with trepidation. Brett slowly put his right hand in his pocket. He stepped up as close to Roman as he could get, chest to chest, cock to caged cock. With his left he reached around and pumped the anal plug a bit. With an evil little chuckle he knew Roman could hear, Brett turned the vibrator on with the remote control. Roman gasped and wrapped his arms around Brett like he was going to fall over. Brett pushed their cocks together and ground into him. The vibrating plug Brett was still pumping, and the friction on his cock, had Roman moaning and panting in Brett's ear. His hips twitched in rising lust. Brett eased back and turned the vibrator off. "Every time you slack I'll be watching and that plug will come to life to drive you crazy. The faster you get work done, the faster everyone can get home. You've had your lazy slacker days. From now on you work in my warehouse, you fucking arrogant ass." Brett slapped Romans bare butt cheek to emphasize his point. "Get on your knees to suck me off quickly. That cock sucking mouth shouldn't have any problem getting me to cum." Lust was a living breathing thing in Roman's eyes as he knelt to fish Brett out. Brett fisted his hair and drove into Roman's hot and willing mouth. Four firm thrusts down that throat had Brett groaning as he unloaded. "Get your work done and I'll have more directions after work." Just for a laugh, he started the vibe and walked away. He left Roman on his knees, pants down, ass squirming for denied release. Damn, but it was a good day. Getting His Apology Ch. 03 Roman swore under his breath as he gingerly climbed up into his truck. The damn anal plug Master had rammed up his ass moved every time he moved and He'd been moving all afternoon. And there had been nothing he could do about it. Excitement and embarrassment flashed through him as he thought back to his face plastered in the concrete floor and his ass in the air as Master had done any damn thing he wanted. Roman just didn't understand why he let Master do any of this, from sucking him off Friday night in the alley, to taking a vibrator up his ass at work of all places, and finishing up sucking his Master's cock again. Master had even left him with his ass hanging out of his pants and that vibrator driving him up the wall. The only thing Roman knew was that the moment he'd met Maser he'd wanted him. He'd spent years denying that he was gay. It didn't fit his families expectations to be a manly man. Fuck women, watch football, drink beer. But, under no circumstances, let some guy stick his dick up your butt. That was wrong. Roman sighed as he put the key in the ignition and then dug Master's directions out of his pocket. He was so far gone it wasn't even funny. He knew that was true because he was going to follow these directions to Master's house and hopefully be Master's fuck toy. He'd wanted to jack off after sucking Master off but that had suddenly felt wrong without Master's permission. So, he'd gone without all weekend. He'd never asked anyone's permission to jerk his own cock before. And that right there was the problem. Ever since he'd met Master he'd wanted his attention and fought that desire tooth and nail, pushing Master away by being an ass. Then, at the bar he'd intended to pick a fight. He'd been happy to do so until he'd really looked at Master's face and saw the hurt and anger there. Master had broken him before he'd even began and he didn't even know it. Sure, Roman had heard his co-workers laughing behind his back this afternoon at how hard he'd worked for the first time since getting a job there. But every time he'd slowed down Master had turned that damn vibe on. Electricity had shot up Roman's spine and all he'd wanted to do was hump it. But as good as that would have felt, it was better having Master's eyes on him all day watching and judging his performance. After his morning rebellion, he'd made up for his lack of work ethic with gusto. Now he was going to the one place he'd always wanted to go and never wanted to admit, Master's house. Maybe one day Master would let Roman call him by his first name once Master realized that he truly did have Roman's respect. Roman slowly pulled up in front of Master's house. He was so nervous about tonight, a true anal virgin. He didn't really count the butt plug currently filling him up. That was just a way to get Master's fat cock deep inside him. He needed that and was terrified of going through with it all at the same time. Roman thumped his head on the stearin wheel and tried to grow the guts to walk up to the door. Fear of the unknown trapped him. Roman jumped as the vibe came to life. He gripped the steering wheel and moaned as he rocked. He was so damn horny but there was nothing he could do about it. Master had trapped his cock under lock and key... literally. Master... This was Master's way of saying, "Get your ass in here right now." Before Roman realized what he was doing, he'd left and locked the truck and rushed to the front door. Before he'd even put foot on the first step, Master opened the door. His broad shoulders filled the space. "Get that fine ass up here," Master said gruffly. Roman's knees went weak as he entered the house. With the vibrator still driving him crazy he sank to his knees and got ready to beg. Whatever Master wanted Roman was going to give it to him. "I'm so sorry for my bad behavior, Master," Roman blurted out. That was NOT where he'd intended to start. What was wrong with him? But as he gazed up at Master he saw a pleased smile spread across his face. "Is that just because I've been tormenting you all day like you've done to me?" That steal was still in his voice. "No, Master. I truly am sorry. I went about this thing with you all wrong." Roman felt his insides shriveling up. Not even the vibrator could perk his cock up as guilt ate at him. "Why have you been such an ass?" Master asked softly. "Because," Roman took a deep breath, "because I was so attracted to you the moment we met I had to fight it. So I bullied you like I was taught to do." Master frowned. He'd made him frown. Dirt was more useful than Roman was at the moment. "Explain what you mean. Who taught you?" "My family, parents, brothers, and sister, you know. They will never accept a fag in the family. So, I fought my attraction for you to try and prove what a man I am." Roman paused and dug deep. "I've never felt like a man until I got down on my knees in that alley and you took my mouth. I felt like I'd finally arrived, stepped into who I really am," Roman ended in a whisper. Master got down on his knees in front of Roman and took him in a fierce embrace and an even more demanding kiss. Roman's head was spinning. His first kiss with a man. Lips sliding over lips. Stubble was prickling in the best kind of way. Roman held on to his master as passion and lust pulsed between them. "I'm going to fuck you long and hard tonight. Take you over and over again. And you're going to take it aren't you, cock sucker?" Master held Roman's head steady as he stared into his eyes. "Oh God, yes, Master. Show me what I've been missing all these years." Roman wanted to shout in victory and sexual frustration. Master had him all worked up. He stopped the vibrator as he stood back up, much to Roman's relief. He wanted the real thing, not some hard chuck of plastic. "Stand up and strip. Show me my property, slowly." Roman jumped to his feet at the snap of Master's voice. How the hell did that guy have such power over him? Roman had to take a deep breath to calm his nervous excitement. He couldn't do a strip tease like some chicks could, but he'd try. Shirt first to give Master a good look at Roman's sculpted abs, solid biceps and pecks. A slow turn to show his back with muscles racing down to the ass Master was going to fuck. Then front and center to unbutton and unzip his jeans. Roman had never stripped in front of a man with the intention for sex, but for the first time stripping in front of anyone felt right. The heat he saw in Master's eyes meant he was doing this thing right. "Fuck slow," Master growled. "Shuck the rest and get in the bathroom to clean up and take an enema." Roman stepped back in surprise. "Enema?" he repeated in disbelief. Master laughed at him, "Tonight is a first for the both of us. I've never wanted to fuck a man like I'm going to fuck you. The enema is to stop any close encounters of the turd kind." Roman's jaw dropped and he swore his face was probably bright red. "Turd kind?" a giggle escaped, "Oh, shit!" Roman broke at the double play on words. His laughter infected Master and eased them down a bit from such an intense scene. Laughter was good. "Yes, Master," Roman wheezed out as he caught his breath and lost the jeans, shoes and underwear. Maser unlocked the chastity belt and slapped him on the ass as he went to the bathroom. "Meet me in the bedroom down the hall when done." Twenty minutes later he re-emerged with the clean dildo, showered and enema (eew!) accomplished. Master reclined back on the bed like some Greek god waiting for his new lover. His hand slowly ran up and down the length of his impressive cock. "Get up here and suck this. I need to take the edge off before I take your ass. Once I'm in you you're going to forget what it was like to not have me fucking your ass." Roman swallowed nervously as he crawled up on the bed between Master's legs. Distant voices tried to shout at him to stop but Master's warm eyes caught him and held him safe. "What's your safeword?" Master asked gently. "Brett, Master." "Good. Now, live up to your name, cock sucker." Roman bent down and captured Master's head between his lips. He smiled as master gasped and pushed down on his head to get his cock in there. Every move, the taste, even gagging on the log Master sported turned Roman on. He knew he'd never get enough, especially of the salty sperm now coating his throat. "God, you're good," Master gasped as he pulled out of Roman's mouth. "Mmmm, my favorite snack now. You're good, too, still hard," Roman said as he eyed the cock soon to impale him. It definitely was bigger than the dildo. A little anxiety ran through at the through of taking him. Master sat up and lifted Roman's chin. "I don't think I can take you gently after I'm in there, but I promise I'll make it good for you, too, slave." Roman nodded as Master tumbled him to his back and kissed him. The weight of Master pressing him into the bed almost had Roman shooting off prematurely. "Fuck me, fuck me, please, Master," he begged. Every nerve in his body screamed to be fucked. "On your hands and knees," Master ordered as he got up to get the lube and condom. Roman settled on his elbows with his forehead resting on his arms. He heard the condom wrapper and then the squirt of lube. He jumped as Master squirted some on his anus. "Oh, God," Roman groaned and Master's lubed fingers stretched his already open passage. At least the damn butt plug had done its job. "You're ready, aren't you?" Master said with smug satisfaction. "Yes, Master, so ready. Put your big, fat cock in me. Make me a man," Roman found himself begging again. He even moved back a bit to get closer to the man he was seriously falling for. "I love it when you beg." Roman felt Master press up against the back of his thighs and then that log he called a cock was pressing against his anus. Roman groaned at the slight burn of taking something bigger than the plug. But it felt so damn good, so right. Master's head popped through and both men groaned. Roman had to move, had to get more in him. He needed to feel all of Master. He pressed back and whimpered as he felt Master's cock open him up. "Okay?" master gasped and tightened his grip on Roman's hips. "Fuck, yeah. Fuck me, Master," Roman shouted in ecstasy as Master slid the rest of his hard length deep inside. One long slow withdrawal and then a firm fast re-entry. Roman bit the bed sheets to keep some grip on his arousal. He didn't want to come after such a short time but Master was setting an insistent pace. The bulbous head of his cock kept stealing Roman's breath every time it rubbed his prostate. "I wanna cum, Master," tore out of Roman's throat before he could think to stop it. Master reached around and jerked on Roman's cock. "Come, boy. You have more than one in you for me. Come now!" Roman cried out and poured himself into Master's gripping fist. His brain was off and the world was only the sensation of Master's cock ramming him deep over and over again. And the hand on his cock kept him hard and aching for another orgasm. Master dropped his cock and leaned over Roman's back. He'd changed his rhythm to rolling his hips and pressing in hard. "Still with me, boy?" His warm panting breath washed over Roman's face. "Mmmm, ah, yeah, Master," he slurred out. Muscles strength slowly returned and he pressed back to join Master in the rhythm of this dance again. "Take me, Master. I'm all yours." There was no place else Roman wanted to be. Ever. Master pulled out and Roman almost yelled at him to get back in there. "Roll over on your back," Master slapped his ass and settled over him as Roman obeyed. He looked up at the intense eyes of his Maser. "I'm going to fuck you hard now. Play with your little prick but don't cum until I tell you. I've wanted to beat your ass for so long you're going to take it now." Roman nodded and widened his legs letting Master in. He braced one hand against the headboard and wrapped the other around his cock. His heart was in his mouth as Master lined up. Need was controlling him. Need for his Master. "You." Master lunged in and Roman cried out in a bit of pain and hunger for more. "Will." Rapid withdrawal, then sharp return. "Know." Roman braced harder against the next punishing lung. His knees drew up to open himself more fully. "Who." Punishing lung. "Owns." Slam. "You!" Master leaned in for a kiss that mimicked the cock battering his ass. And he did, Roman knew. It was all he could think about as Master pushed them both hard. His focused narrowed again to pounding cock. He cried out and whimpered but never yelled stop. The need to yield, to take all Master needed to give overrode the pain and enhanced the pleasure of the pounding thrusts. All thought was about obeying his Master here and now. That sweet spot and his own hand on his cock had Roman thrusting up to meet his Master. They watched each other as the moment carried them to a place they'd never been before. "You're going to come again for me. Come on my dick like the little cock whore you are." Master's voice wrapped around Roman's dick and squeezed another orgasm out. "Fuck, yes, yes, Master," he cried out as he convulsed under Master's pounding body. Master roared and shoved in deep and harder than ever. Roman watched as the veins in his neck and forehead popped out. His body still clenching down from his own massive orgasm. Master's cock forced a few more drops of cum out of his own. Master collapsed on top of Roman, still firmly lodged in his ass. He wrapped his arms around Master's back as they shook in bliss in each other's embrace. "Between the dildo and the pounding I just gave you, you'll be sore tomorrow," Master whispered smugly in his ear. "Maybe you'll have to make me stay in bed with you to recoop, Master," Roman whispered, excited at the though of spending the day. "Work," Master propped himself up to look down at Roman. "But I promise to ogle your ass all day if you behave yourself. May even be a reward for you tomorrow evening if you're really good." "Anything you want, Master." Roman pulled his head down to kiss him. Surely they both had another round in them. Who cared about walking funny tomorrow? Roman sure as hell didn't. Getting His Apology Ch. 04 One whole week had passed and Friday night was here. Brett sat on the couch with his feet propped on the coffee table, dressed for a night out on the town. Roman had come over Tuesday and then agreed to a date tonight. The boy had earned a good one. He'd worked hard and had been respectful at work. Tuesday night had been only dinner at the house. No blowjobs and no fooling around. Brett was in this for the long term and wanted to take it a bit slow after such an intense start. It also gave Roman time to adjust to hanging out with Brett. Roman had been running hot and cold, but always respectful the last three days. There were moments when he'd stand as close to Brett as he could get. The look in his eyes made Brett's stomach flip. All he wanted was to have Roman hot and panting underneath him like Monday night. Then there were the other moments where Roman was completely unsure and backing away. Brett could see the conflict in him. Hell, he felt the same way. Friends and family had only seen Brett date women. But, he'd always wanted to find a guy to be with. The right guy. Like Roman, Brett had bowed to family expectations. But no more. Unlike Roman, Brett didn't care if or when his family and friends found out. Love him or hate him, Brett was going to follow his heart. As soon as he could calm his fluttering heart down enough to hold again. Maybe he shouldn't have let Roman go home alone Wednesday or Thursday. No fixing that now. Lights flashed through his window. Roman was finally here. Brett resisted the urge to go drag him out of the truck. He needed to let Roman make his own choices without persuasion. Just parking in front of Brett's house was a good sign. It was never easy to deal with a side of yourself you denied, especially when you'd been told from infancy those desires were so wrong. Brett opened the door at Roman's knock and let him in. Once again Roman sank to his knees the moment he stepped across the threshold. Brett took a deep breath to get ahold of his little head. Right now was not the time to be sporting an erection in Roman's face. That simple act of submission gave life to Brett and would probably be the death of him in the process, he thought in irony. Tonight was also not the night for such a strong D/s interaction. They needed to talk more as equals to see what the future might hold for them. Brett took his time closing the door and circling his quivering sub. Roman wouldn't even lift up his head to look at him. One day that would be part of his waiting pose. Tonight it spelled nerves and anxiety. Brett had started this dance and would lead it. "Stand up, Roman," Brett said quietly but firmly. "I don't know how to do this, Master," Roman blurted out, finally looking up. Brett assumed Roman meant that he didn't know how to have a relationship with another man. Neither did Brett, but he sure wasn't going to tell Roman that at this moment. The man needed an anchor not more waves slapping at him. Brett reached down and waited for Roman's hesitantly offered hand. Brett pulled Roman into a firm embrace as he stood up. He felt the stiff muscles and nervous twitches as Roman leaned into him. "We're going to figure this out together. You and me. We'll take our time. Promise." Brett relaxed as he felt Roman melt into his embrace. Brett leaned back to look at him. "That's how we're going to get through this, you know, honesty. You keep being honest with me and I will be with you. You're honesty Monday night stopped our relationship from being a one night stand. You recognized where you'd erred and have been making it right." Roman laughed and nodded his head. "I'll also try to stop freaking out every time I come over here." "Just as long as you come," Brett winked. "Yes, Master. I'd hate to be disobedient and miss that opportunity." Roman tilted his head and leaned in for a kiss. His lips passed warm and firm against Brett's. Bodies pressed closer together as if the last few days had left a void needing to be filled. It was exactly the kind of reconnection Brett needed to achieve with Roman to move the night forward. He shouldn't have let Roman have the distance. At least, he should have taken some quiet moments for talk and a little physical intimacy to help calm Roman's nerves. "Come on, let's sit on the couch and talk." Brett tugged on Roman's hand. He settled them with Roman angled in the corner and Brett facing him, knees touching. Brett held Romans hand on the back of the couch and rubbed Roman's leg with his other hand. The temptation to cup Roman's cock and skip the talking was almost overwhelming. "You've been running hot and cold with me the last couple days. Wanna talk about it?" Brett watched Roman inhale and dig deep for an answer. Each act of absolute honesty surprised Brett. This was a side of Roman he could respect. "After coming here Tuesday for dinner I went to my parents to watch a movie. Been doing that almost every Tuesday. My brothers and sister come, too. The movie had some gay themes running through it. Of course, that meant the tirade would begin against any alternative lifestyle. So, all throughout the movie it was gay bashing and snippy remarks." Roman shook his head, "Then my dad said that any if any of his kids brought some gay fuck home he'd kick his ass." "Shit," Brett swore in disgust. "Yeah, shit." Roman swallowed nervously and squirmed a bit. "If this thing is for real between you and I, Master, they can't stay in my life. I can' change them and won't even try. But I need to know before I tell them. What do want from me?" "First of all, you don't have to tell those bigots a damn thing if you don't want to." "I have to eventually," Roman cut Brett off. "I'm sick of the lie and won't live that way anymore, regardless if we are together." Brett smiled at the fire he heard in Roman's voice. There was the stubborn prick he'd fallen for. Brett could handle this kind of stubborn. "That's fine by me as long as I'm there with you when you tell them." Brett lifted his hand to stop Roman's protest, "And to answer your second question, I want it all. I want to see if we actually fall in love, kids, marriage. I'm looking to build a life with someone, not just a one night stand. I want more of you, boy," Brett ended in a raspy voice. An image of bending Roman over the arm of the couch crashed through his brain. "I don't know if I want you there with me. He'll do it. My dad doesn't bluff." "He won't hurt me, Roman. I was a ranger in the army. I won't let him hurt you either for the trust and honesty you've shown me and are willing to show him. That's an order, boy. I will be there when you talk to them. If you don't tell me until afterwards I'll lock your cock up for two weeks. You understand me?" Roman squirmed in discomfort, and maybe a little arousal at the thought. "I'd rather have my ass spanked than be locked for two weeks." Brett started to laugh, "You like the idea of being locked too, don't you?" He watched the blush rise in Roman's cheeks as well as the bulge grow in the boy's pants. He slowly nodded yes. Brett leaned in and kissed Roman as he ran a hand up that firm inner thigh. "I'm glad you told me that. Just remember what's coming the next time I have to punish you." Roman's hips pumped into Brett's palm as he massaged Roman's erection. "Looks like you have an appetizer down here. Put both hands behind your head and lift your ass up." "Yes, Master." Roman's eyes watched every move Brett made. He smiled as Brett slipped his jeans down to his shoes and freed his hard cock. Brett got down on the floor to kneel between Roman's spread legs. "Master, you don't have to," Roman gasped as Brett slid his hand up Roman's shirt and tweaked his nipples. "I didn't think doms..." "Sucked cock? Doms can do what they please. And it pleases me to reward you for your honesty and bravery tonight. It will also please me for you to stop telling me what to do, shut up, and enjoy your reward." "Yes, Master." Roman said with a cocky grin. He pumped his hips again as if to tell Brett to get going. "What if it pleases me to tell you what to do? Like, 'Get your mouth on my cock right now, Master.'" Roman sounded almost exactly like Brett at the moment. The little shit. Brett stood up with an evil grin, "Don't move." He left and came back into the room with a paddle in his hand. "What does this say, cocksucker?" Brett barked and held it up in front of his face. He'd planned on lighter D/s play tonight but it was too tempting to mess with the brat. "Roman," the boy said as he read his own name burned across the face of the paddle. He wasn't looking so cocky now. "Looks like you have two choices. Why don't you tell me what they are?" Brett had the cocky grin now. "Sit back and let you use me as you want," Roman said as his cock twitched, "or suffer the consequences?" "Exactly. What's it going to be?" Brett liked the mischief he saw playing across Roman's face. "Well, that's a hard choice, Master. I guess I'll be obedient right now." Roman paused and his smile reappeared, crinkling his eyes, "But I reserve the right to experience option two. Looks like fun." Brett chuckled and knelt between Roman's legs again, "I need to add brat to my list for you. We'll see how arrogant you are when you can't sit down. Now, back to your reward." Brett pushed Roman's shirt up and laid almost fully on Roman's stomach. His own belly pressed and rubbed against Roman's cock as he kissed a path from Roman's breast bone to one hard, taught little nipple. Roman writhed a bit underneath Brett. "On second thought, Master, number two is a poor substitute for what you're doing right now." Brett looked up to see Roman's eyes half closed and his lips parted as arousal grew. "Damn right. I've been waiting for a taste of you since last Friday." Brett was enjoying himself. Roman's hard muscled body invited him to explore every inch. He'd seen male models with bodies like Roman's and had always wondered what it would be like to lick every hard bump of their abs. Now he knew. That V of muscle arrowing towards Roman's hard cock caught Brett's attention. Fingers ran down the indentation caused by the prominent muscle. Roman flexed and shifted under Brett's hands. He watched in fascination at the shifting of shadow and light. A whole new playground and it was Brett's for the taking. Brett traced one side of that V with his tongue sliding into the close cropped hair surrounding Roman's hard cock. Brett nuzzled close and breathed in his scent. That blend of mint, musk and Roman. All Roman. Brett wanted that scent filling his nose every night he fell asleep with Roman just a finger's breadth away. Bret watched Roman's face as he ran his fingers from the head of his cock, swirling down the shaft, over the balls and to... "You put an anal plug in," Brett said in surprise. "All for you, Master. Been in all day waiting to be taken out at your bidding. Gonna take it out now?" Roman widened his knees. "Ha, no. Remote controlled?" Brett watched Roman squirm. The guy was hot when embarrassed. "In my jean pocket. I was hoping you wouldn't ask, and kinda hoping you would." Brett dug out the remote control and turned it on. "Now?" Roman squirmed against Brett. "Now." "Ah, fuuuck," Roman gasped as Brett sucked him deep into his mouth. His hips pumped into Brett's mouth as his head and hands collapsed back against the couch. Brett anchored one hand down on Roman's belly and used the other hand to follow his mouth up and down that cock. Precum spread across Brett's tongue. Every so often he'd suck from just the tip to get more of a taste. His own cock pounded against his jeans for freedom. It would be so easy to slip that plug out and guide his cock in. But, that was for after the dinner. Right now was all about Roman. Brett lifted off Roman's cock for just a moment. "Cum for me in 4, boy." Roman's "Yes, Master," came out as a groan. He was so close. Brett plunged his mouth down onto Roman and swallowed him deep. He swirled his tongue around and then lifted almost all the way back off, then repeated the motion two more times. On the last down stroke, he sucked down hard and tapped his fingers insistently on the end of the vibrator. Roman cried out and strained up against Brett. His salty essence spilled into Brett's mouth. He sucked Roman in, taking every drop and wishing it stayed as a permanent part of himself. Roman didn't know it but he'd just claimed Brett as his. Marked. Brett eased off of Roman and watched him come down from the orgasm. For the first time in days, his sub was finally relaxed. The hardened plains of his face softened. That boyish charm dominated. "Thank you, Master." Blue eyes peaked down at Brett. That ever present mischief twinkled there. "My turn?" "Not yet, cocksucker. I'll be putting your mouth to work later, maybe even tonight." "That will be my pleasure. All mine." Roman grinned as he sat up and reeled Brett in for a kiss. If only Roman knew how much Brett wanted to be all his in all ways. This would be a game of time and Brett was in it for them both to win. -- Dinner was at a nice steak house in the heart of down town. On the plus side, it was near a gay bar. No one looked at them oddly for dinner together in what would be considered a romantic atmosphere. The blowjob and drive had calmed Roman down from trembling and nervous to relaxed and joking. And for the first time, they talked. Really talked. Work chitchat in the car, life was in the restaurant. Roman had two brothers and a sister. It sounded like they were a rough and tumble group. Hockey in the winter, football in the summer and fall. Hunting trips and fishing. An active, outdoor family. Roman's sister, Irene, had even broken his arm tumbling him off a ladder as a kid. The conversation flowed like water. When Roman's mouth wasn't getting him in trouble, Brett found him to be a smart, intelligent, humorous companion. He was the kind of guy who didn't sit still for long, always looking for the next adventure. Probably why he got into so much trouble as a kid... and as an adult. He needed all that energy to be focused by outside forces. That was a job Brett was looking forward to. "Mr. Wright?" Roman whispered loudly, shaking Brett out of his reverie. "Where did you go just now?" "Hmmm, I was thinking about how nice it's been to actually talk to you, not fight with you. You can be well behaved when you want to be." Brett took a risk and linked his fingers in Roman's. That cocky smile widened across his handsome features. Roman leaned in across the table and winked at Brett, "My Master gave me good incentive to behave." "Oh, really? What kind of incentive did your Master give?" Brett whispered back conspiratorially. "He said that if I was very good I just might get a much needed roll in the sack with him. He has a very nice bed," Roman winked. "Roman, sweetheart," a woman's voiced called out across the restaurant. Roman jerked his gaze in her direction. His jaw almost fell to the floor. "Mom?" Brett turned to see a good looking woman striding towards them. Roman was definitely his mother's son. The man trailing behind her was fat, a face pitted with acne scars, and a nose as red as Rudolph's. Belligerent was probably his middle name. Roman stood up and kissed her on the cheek. "Hi mom, dad." He looked like he was ready to run. "I'm surprised to see you here. I thought you had a date tonight. Is she in the bathroom?" Roman's mom looked around as if expecting to see a woman come to the table. "Well, um, I..." Roman ran his hands though his hair. Brett stood up, "Mr. and Mrs. Andros, I'm Brett. Nice to meet you." Roman's dad just grunted and eyed Roman, "Double date?" Brett tried to shake his head yes at Roman but he was staring at his dad. "Well, sir, no actually. I'm here with Brett." "Guy's night out? How nice, sweetheart," Mrs. Andros patted Roman's shoulder. "No, mom," Roman glared at Brett and ignored him shaking his head no, "A, uh, date with Brett." "Date? You're no fag, son." Mr. Andros moved aggressively towards Roman. Brett rounded the table to stand between his man and Mr. Andros. They were drawing attention and the restaurant manager was moving towards them. "Maybe we should sit down, or at the very least, talk outside." Brett tried to divert disaster. "I am, sir," Roman blurted out, making Brett groan. Not now! "I'm not sitting down with some fag," Mr. Andros pushed Brett who only budged and inch. "You're coming home with us right now, Roman." "Guy, let's sit. Maybe we misunderstood," Mrs. Andros said nervously. "Get away from my son, asshole." Mr. Andros pushed harder on Brett's chest. But the old man wasn't as strong as he used to be. "Excuse me," the polite voice of the manager spoke up. "If you folks are having a problem, please take it outside." Brett slowly got his wallet out and pulled out $200.00. "No problem, Sir. Please let out waitress keep the tip. Sorry to disturb your patrons." The manager took the money and Brett reached for Roman's frozen hand. He backed them both away from Mr. Andros and headed outside. The freedom of being outdoors relaxed Brett. "Roman," Mr. Andros' angry voice bellowed out after them. "Dad, I'm with Brett. We're dating. Doesn't change who I am or how I love you." Roman turned back to his dad and let go of Brett's hand. "But you're not gay," Mrs. Andros said in alarm. "Don't you do it," Brett barked as Mr. Andros took a swing at Roman. Brett shoved Roman out of the way so the punch landed in the palm of his left hand. Mid swing, Brett gripped Mr. Andros' wrist in his right and used the forward motion to bend him over. One hand on Mr. Andros' wrist, one hand on the back of his neck to hold him down. "You will never raise your hand against Roman in anger again. Do you understand?" Brett said firmly in his ear. "Get off me, faggot," Mr. Andros shoved against Brett and Brett let go and stepped back. "This is how you let your fucking gay friends treat me? Come home with us now or don't come home ever again." Roman sighed and looked at the ground then straightened his shoulders instead. "I love you, dad. You have my phone number. When you're ready to talk to both of us, call me." "Roman, please!" Mrs. Andros cried. This time Roman took Brett's hand, "Come on. Let's go." Brett saw weariness and defeat settling on Roman's face. It was time to take his guy home. -- The drive home was tense with Roman remote and withdrawn. Brett didn't push him. He was too busy kicking himself for not intervening quicker, earlier. Nothing needed to be said to Mr. and Mrs. Andros right away. The what if's where killing him. The fear for their relationship was even worse. He didn't want to walk away from Roman, but maybe that would best. It was unfair to make Roman choose between him and Roman's family. They'd had such a short time together. He'd do whatever Roman wanted. They walked through the front door and Brett had to grab Roman underneath his armpit to keep him from kneeling at his feet in the hallway. "Couch, now." Brett hauled Roman to the couch and settled them down hip to hip. He held Roman's hand and waited a Roman rested his head against the back of the couch. "I'm so sorry, Master. I shouldn't have said anything, coulda lied. I ruined the date." Guilt and self-condemnation colored Roman's voice. Both of them had wallowed. That was enough, in Brett's opinion. "Hey, stop." Brett shook Roman's hand. "But, I should have..." "No! Enough." Brett was sharp enough to cut Roman off. "I can't tell you how proud I am of you. How brave you were. I was going to lie and tell them 'the girls' had gone on ahead of us to get seats at the movie." Brett smiled at Roman's surprise. Getting His Apology Ch. 04 "You didn't have to tell them tonight. I agree. But you did, and you stood up for yourself against a bully. First time staring the old man down?" Brett asked gently. "Yeah. God what a cluster," Roman groaned. "Mom must be frantic right now." "Not to be heartless, but if she is that's really her problem. They should never have put you in a position of deceit. No child deserved that. Despite the grief you've given me," Brett winked at Roman, "I see a good man sitting beside me. Can't wait to see who you grow into now that you can be free to be you." "Oh really?" The look in Roman's face instantly heated Brett's blood. "Interested in watching anything else grow... tonight, Master?" The sex Brett heard in Roman's voice had him leaning in for a deep kiss. Changing the subject was just fine with him. "You called me Brett tonight, ya know, to your parents," he whispered against Roman's lips. "Gonna punish me for that, Master?" Roman nipped Brett's bottom lip. "Later, definitely later. Right now I'm going to have a roll in the sack with you." They got up and undressed each other as they stumbled down the hall. Shirts and shoes went flying. Pants dropped to the hallway floor. Naked in the bedroom, Brett pushed Roman against the wall and pinned his hands above his head. He pressed hard against Roman, knees to hips to belly to chest and took his mouth in a kiss. Every touched filled Brett with a passion he'd never felt before. He needed to show Roman how much he wanted him. Roman groaned and rubbed his hard cock against Brett. They pumped and thrust against each other, reveling in the friction. Brett commanded Roman's mouth. Lips slid against each other. His tongue tasted Roman, making Brett writhe against him for more. Time and circumstances flew away and all that mattered was here and now. All that mattered was Roman. "Do you want me to fuck you, Roman? Take you on my bed and make you mine again, over and over?" "Yes, Master, so bad." Brett stepped back. "Get on the bed on your back, spread your legs. I'm going to watch you cum." Brett watched his sub scramble to obey, so hot and eager. The tension of the evening had eased in one way and morphed into a need to make Roman love being in Brett's arms. He stalked up Roman's body like a panther after his prey. Roman's eyes filled with lust and something else, something else he really liked seeing. Roman spread his legs wider to invite Brett closer. Brett planted his hands beside Roman's shoulder and leaned in to kiss him because he couldn't get enough of those lips. "I didn't thank you," Roman whispered. He ran hands up Brett's arms that came to rest behind his neck. "You stood by me and protected me like you said you would. Thank you, Master." "That was the least I could do for you. Just wish it would have ended differently." Roman bit his bottom lip then smiled in pure mischief. "Today's ending looks promising if you'd stop talking and get on with it." "What a brat." Brett squinted at Roman in mock anger. "You get away with that today, cocksucker, because you were under duress earlier. I'll be taming that mouth in the morning." With a smacking kiss Brett sat back to slide the anal plug out and work his fingers into Roman's perfectly stretched hole. Two lubed fingers slid in with ease, scissoring them to make sure he wouldn't get hurt. "You like that?" Brett asked as he pumped them in and out. "Yes, Master, but more. I need you in me. So ready." Roman pulled his knees up in a silent invitation. Brett replaced his fingers with his lubed cock, broaching Roman's heat. They both groaned as the wide head popped inside. "I could do this every day, Maser." "Keep talking like that and I'll tie you to the bed, permanently." "In that case," Roman began with a smirk just before Brett pushed all the way in and sealed Roman's mouth with a kiss. They mad out like horny teenagers as Brett slowly tunneled in and out of Roman's ass. All that friction had Roman rising up to meet him. The tempo grew. Their eyes locking as breathing increased beyond the ability to kiss. Brett began to shake at the intensity of their coupling, at Roman's bold, captivating stare. This wasn't just sex this was more, so much more. Rolls reversed as Brett shouted in climax, filling Roman with his seed. He felt Roman's seed bath his stomach. Brett collapsed in his arms and Roman caught him. He laid there trembling as Roman kissed his forehead, his cheek and closed eyes, rubbing his arm and back. "I want you so much, Master," Roman whispered. "This is what I've been looking for all my life. Thank you for showing me. I'm sorry it took so long to get here." Brett got up the strength to prop himself up on his elbows. He traced the long lines of Roman's face, over his plump lips, down his neck, felt the pulse and wondered how he'd got so lucky. Nervous excitement mixed with hope for tomorrow filled him. "We both took a while to get here. I don't wish to change our past at all. And we have all the time in the world for the future. No apologies necessary anymore." Roman laughed and rolled Brett underneath him. "Damn right, Master. So, when do I get to slip my dick in your ass?" "Brat! Cock sure of yourself, aren't you?" Brett laughed. It was never going to be dull with Roman around.