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  Ian laughed and the ice pack snugged to his groin shifted, making Ian pant a few quick breaths. “I suppose you were expected to give them special treatment.”

  “They were very disappointed in me, I’m sure.” Taren grinned. “I did offer to say hello to your mother for them at the next family gathering.”

  Ian burst out laughing. “I can only imagine the look on Bob’s face. He’s an asshole in case you hadn’t noticed.” He shrugged. “But you’d have to be a horrible person to do what he did.”

  While they finished their dinner, Taren asked about Ian’s day, and told him a little more about his investigation. The way Taren wouldn’t back down to anyone was a constant source of pride for Ian. His man had integrity, a rare thing these days. What they didn’t talk about was what Taren had planned for their trip. A brochure about body piercings Ian left in the kitchen had disappeared only to reappear on Taren’s desk in their study. A few searches of BDSM resorts in neighboring states were left open on Taren’s laptop, no doubt for Ian to see.

  How Taren could remain so calm knowing what their impending scene would likely entail, was beyond Ian. It took all of Ian’s self-control not to grab Taren by the arm and drag him to the bedroom. Eating at a slower pace, not shoveling his food into his mouth, was almost impossible.

  Finally, finally they were loading their dishes into the dishwasher.

  “Wait for me on the cross,” Taren instructed.

  Ian nodded and went to the bedroom. He knew Taren was checking that all their doors and windows were closed and locked and the security system armed. Their phones were placed in the night stand drawer and the lights were dimmed, but not off.

  The entire time Taren moved around the house, and then their bedroom, Ian stood at the St. Andrew’s cross, with his wrists resting on each of the cross bars. His feet were planted at shoulder width on the narrow base. It was easy to follow Taren’s progress around the room. Even when Ian couldn’t see him, he could hear Taren well enough.

  Ian loved the smell of leather and inhaled deeply when a pile of leather with steel rings attached was dropped at Ian’s feet. The soft chink of steel against steel was a nice musical compliment to the rich scent of oiled leather.

  First a soft, leather collar, one Ian’s favorites, was fastened around his neck. It was a martingale style with a piece that could slide back and tighten around Ian’s windpipe, cutting off his air at Taren’s whim. Taren adjusted the collar so the martingale and its loop were resting just under Ian’s Adam’s apple. Next, wide, leather cuffs were fastened snuggly to his wrists and ankles, but they weren’t attached to anything. Yet.

  Taren lightly smacked Ian’s ass with his hand. “You’ll probably want to hang on.”

  Ian barely had time to grab at the bars attached to the upper part of the cross before Taren removed the ice pack, codpiece, and plug. All were dropped onto the floor a few feet away. An enema blub, slick from lube, was pushed steadily into his ass. Ian heard the soft lob-lob as Taren squeezed the attached pump and filled the bulb, keeping it snug in Ian’s ass. Ian bit his lip, fighting the urge to rock onto his toes. Ian knew the bottle of liquid Taren would attach held nearly half a liter.

  Taren used both hands on the bottle and squirted vinegar water into Ian with enough force Ian felt every bit of it as the stream blasted and cleansed his insides. Ian liked it the best that way. He allowed himself the luxury of a moan when the sharp, quick sting of pulsating liquid sluiced through him. With one of Taren’s big hands on his shoulder, Ian waddled to the bathroom to complete his clean out.

  Once Ian was prepared, he was guided back to the cross. He stepped up, gripped the bars again, and rested his chest against the padded center piece. Taren took lube and a butt plug with three bulbs from the low equipment table against the wall. New batteries were inserted and Taren took up his position behind Ian, out of sight once again. As Taren inserted the plug, he turned it slowly, one way then another. Each of the bulbs was bigger than the one before it and the topmost bulb was elongated to a blunt, tapered end. The entire thing was curved in just the right way so his prostate would be constantly prodded. Once in place, Ian heard a faint click when Taren had turned on the device. Ian’s spine straightened without any commands from his brain and a shudder rippled through him when the low-level vibrations began.

  He’d be hard as a rock soon. Taren’s hands on his hips turned Ian so he was leaning back against the cross. Moving quickly, a thin, ribbed steel bar was covered with surgical lubricant and inserted into Ian’s slit. It attached to a narrow ring that fit snugly around Ian’s shaft just under his glans and was long enough to jab at his prostate.

  Ian sucked in a breath, struggling not to moan, but it was impossible. Taren smiled and pulled on the collar ring attached to the martingale piece. The collar closed around Ian’s neck while at the same time Taren shoved one knee between Ian’s legs, pressing up against his balls until Ian’s moan was choked off by a quick sob. Using his body to hold Ian in place, Taren let go his hold on Ian’s collar and hooked Ian’s wrists to the bars. He took a step back and ran both hands down Ian’s chest, teasing his nipples as he did so. A thin leather strap was cinched tight around Ian’s waist, holding him to the cross, then his ankles were hooked to the foot bars rendering Ian immobile.

  Taren released a joint on the cross base and gave it a tilt so Ian was no longer upright but facing the ceiling at a forty-five-degree angle. He moved away long enough to pick out a small paddle. Returning to Ian, Taren gave Ian’s cock and balls a few quick, sharp slaps. His cock was instantly hard and full, the head dark red. Ian tried to buck up into the slivers of pain that spiked through his groin each time the paddle made contact, but he was held fast to the cross. Heat from the paddle fought with his ice pack cooled skin, drowning him in pain, pleasure, and need.

  A black cloth tied around Ian’s head left him in the dark, spread eagle and held immobile aching for release. He was completely at the mercy of his Master’s whims. This was just the way Ian liked it.

  Taren used one finger tip, moving it in a circle against Ian’s nipple until he was gasping for air. A clamp was snapped onto his other nipple sending shock waves through Ian. The vibrations of the butt plug kept a constant assault on Ian’s prostate. Nothing made sense other than the stabs of pain, followed by the rush of lust and bliss. Each hurt intensified the succeeding titillation until Ian was riding a tsunami of euphoria.

  Taren snapped a tether to Ian’s collar and applied steady pressure until Ian struggled to inhale. His senses spun and it took a few seconds to realize the fingers of Taren’s other hand were wrapped around his cock. He moved slowly at first, pumping with even, leisurely strokes. Ian tried to count but he couldn’t concentrate. His moans were shortened by the collar around his neck, but he pushed them out then sucked in another breath. Taren worked his cock faster, squeezing then letting go and rubbing his palm over the head of Ian’s cock before giving the end of the sounding bar a flick.

  Ian tried to thrash, buck, move in any manner, but he was held fast against the cross. He ground out short, wet, garbled moans and could barely draw enough air in to fill his lungs. The more he twisted and wriggled, the more pressure was applied to his neck. When Taren turned up the speed on the butt plug Ian wanted to shout but his voice was a pathetic whisper. Taren rewarded him with a hearty and loud groan.

  “Pleeeeesss,” Ian drew another moan out into some semblance of a word, begging to cum. He hadn’t cum without permission for over a decade.d.pgr

  “Hmm, I should leave you like this for your disobedience, but I have a better idea,” Taren murmured.

  The vibrator was turned up to full. Ian’s toes curled to the point of cramping and his fingernails dug into his palms. Taren pumped Ian’s cock faster, harder, giving the sounding bar a ping with each upstroke. The muscles of his ass cheeks and thighs were so tight Ian wouldn’t be able to walk right tomorrow, or the next day. Pain lanced out from his legs, which only intensified Ian’s need to let go.


  Taren leaned down so his lips were close to Ian’s ear. “Do you like this, boy?”

  “Y-yes. M-more…please, Sir.”

  Ian’s cock was squeezed in an even more powerful grip. Sweat tricked along Ian’s thighs and oozed through the curls between his legs. He tried to arch his back, but barely got an inch between him and the cross. Ian pulled in a breath and held it until he was even more light-headed than from the collar being cinched around his neck.

  “You’re a good, little slut.” Taren released the tether keeping Ian’s collar tight. “You may cum.”

  Oxygen flooded Ian’s brain making every sensation more, bigger. Spasms rippled freely through him. Normally Taren would’ve slowed his pace and eased Ian down from his high. Not tonight though. On occasion Ian was given a special treat, this was one such instance.

  Taren kept right on stroking Ian’s seriously over sensitized cock. Pleasure degraded quickly to sharp sparks of pain screaming through his balls and cock. Taren alternated between pulling on the nipple clamp, twisting Ian’s nipples, squeezing his balls and rubbing the head of his cock.

  Ian writhed and twisted. “No more…stop,” he panted, voice thin.

  Taren would only stop if Ian used his safeword. Ian almost never used his safeword.

  He cried and thrashed within his restraints, gulping in breaths until he felt more jizz dribble onto his belly. There was no glorious firing of nerves to send spasms through him. After a third time when nothing but a few drops oozed from his limp cock Taren turned off and removed the butt plug.

  “I hope you enjoyed that,” Taren said softly. Ian’s blindfold was removed.

  Ian panted out, “thank you, Sir.”

  The sounding bar was removed. “It’s your last for a while.”

  Ian swallowed and nodded, a slow smile forming on his lips. He repeated, “thank you, Sir.”

  The restraints were removed, but not the collar. Taren wound the tether around his hand and tugged. Ian rolled off the cross, landing on all fours. As Taren backed up toward the bed Ian followed, crawling on his knees. It was time to take care of his Master.

  Sometimes Taren liked waiting until he’d finished Ian, and other times Taren wanted his cock sucked or to fuck Ian first. Tonight, Taren waited until Ian was spent. He pulled Ian in close and between his thick thighs. Taren flopped onto his back as Ian sucked, licked, and ventured a few very light, gentle nibbles to Taren’s balls and cock. The entire time Taren’s shin was pressed against Ian’s still too sensitive cock making him jerk quick breaths through his nose and shiver from the little jabs of pain.

  Ian liked how he made Taren bunch the sheets up in his big fists and cry out between gritted teeth. When he came in big spurts Ian lapped some up, the rest painted his chin and neck, dribbling over this collar bones and to his chest. As Taren relaxed, Ian curled around his calf, getting a last few rubs to his soft cock, causing prickling to roll through his groin.

  Taren ran one hand over Ian’s head and chuckled. “Good to the last.” He stood up, then reached down for Ian, using one hand on Ian’s arm to guide him to his feet. Stroking Ian’s hair with one hand, Taren wrapped his other arm around Ian’s waist.

  Ian tucked himself against Taren and let his head rest on Taren’s shoulder. He reveled in the warmth and strength from Taren’s body and how it surrounded Ian. Taren was a man of few words, but his actions and body spoke his love more than any speech ever could.

  After a minute, Ian stood up straight, and cupped the back of Taren’s head with one hand. Ian kissed his Master, licked over his smooth lips, and opened his mouth to Taren’s tongue. He took everything Taren offered until Taren finally broke off their kiss.

  “Lay down, you need some aloe on your skin,” Taren said as he gently sat Ian on the bed. After Ian was settled, Taren spread the cool, soothing cream on his throbbing ass and massaged the backs of Ian’s thighs. His muscles would be tight in the morning, his ass, balls and cock would hurt, but thanks to Taren applying the aloe, Ian’s skin might tingle pleasantly, but it wouldn’t ache. “The trip I planned is a bit early, but I wanted to do something special. Next month will be seven years since we met.”

  Ian rolled onto his back and took Taren’s hand, squeezing. “And five years married. To think, we might’ve never met if it weren’t for that blizzard stranding me. I think that ham sandwich is still the best meal I’ve ever had!”

  Taren shook his head and laughed. “Ironic, since you’re the one born here and I was the new guy.”

  “Always my knight in shining armor.” Ian gave Taren’s hand a quick tug. Taren took the hint immediately and settled against Ian. They twined their legs together and Ian sighed, content with Taren’s bulk covering him. “Love you,” he murmured.

  “Hmm…love you more,” Taren whispered.

  * * * *

  Ian was up earlier than usual the next morning. He wanted to get an extra hour or two in his office and hopefully be able to leave soon after lunch. After showering off all hints of the previous night, Ian went back to the bedroom and sat on the bed. While he’d been in the shower, Taren had put fresh bedding on the bed and laid a few items in the middle for Ian.

  There was his codpiece, it was always worn while he was at work. It was one thing Ian insisted upon, no appearances of their lifestyle beyond what could be mistaken for simple jewelry. The codpiece allowed him to wear any sort of cage or apparatus on his cock and no one could tell by looking at Ian. It had multiple uses. His cock was kept tucked tightly against his belly, even if he had an erection getting any satisfaction from it was impossible. The thick leather prevented him, or anyone, from stroking his cock or balls. There was a strap that went between his legs and ass cheeks to hook at the small of his back to the waist strap. When cinched tightly enough it would provide pressure to his prostate as well as helping to hold a butt plug in place.

  One of his favorite plugs sat beside the codpiece. It was a thinner one, with a single inflatable blub at the base. The other end had a half dozen nubs for massaging his prostate. It was battery operated, and there was a remote which was nowhere in sight. When activated, it would move in a slow circle. Lastly was the new cock cage. Ian was looking forward to wearing it and was pleased he didn’t have to wait any longer.

  Missing was any sort of lube, cluing Ian into the fact that he wouldn’t be inserting the plug. He sat quietly, waiting for Taren.

  The aroma of coffee wafted through the air and preceded Taren joining Ian. “Sorry to take so long, but I wanted to get the coffee going. Your favorite travel mug is waiting and after breakfast I’ll drive you to work. Give me a buzz when you’re ready to leave.” He sat a small tube of lube on the bed beside him.

  Ian raised his eyebrows. “You’re going to drive me to work?”

  “Sure. Since it’s the beginning of our vacation, even though you’re working today—”

  “Only part of the day,” Ian corrected.

  “Part of the day,” Taren concede with a soft smile. “Making sure you get there and home safely is the least I can do.”

  Ian leaned over and kissed Taren. “Do you know what I think?”

  “I bet you’re going to tell me no matter how I answer that question.”

  “I think,” Ian gave Taren another kiss. “You’re worried I’ll get all wrapped up at work and not leave when I should.”

  “Well.” Taren laughed. “And you probably shouldn’t be driving.”

  “Ooh. Now that gives me a warm feeling,” Ian said softly. He put one hand to his heart and dramatically threw his head back.

  Taren smiled and arranged Ian’s towel to expose his hardening cock but left his thighs and belly covered. He picked up the lube, squirting a generous amount into one hand then took hold of Ian’s cock. Ian gasped and shivered, leaning back on his elbows. His body tensed and bowed. Just when it seemed Ian would come undone Taren pushed his fingers down Ian’s cock and squeezed the base. Ian’s cum squirted out, but the only thing he felt was frustration.

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bsp; “Put your cage on.” Taren’s voice was firm and low.

  Ian choked back a sob and sat up. With shaking hands, he fitted the rings into place, inhaling quick, sharp breaths when the nubs pressed against his softening cock. He had to lean back and spread his legs wider to get his balls into the matching basket.

  Taren’s breathing sped up and he shifted farther onto the bed, then used the lube on his own cock. Ian pushed out a loud sigh that escalated to a moan. With one arm wrapped around Ian’s waist, Taren pulled him back and onto his lap. He pushed his cock into Ian. “Aw fuck that’s…” Taren’s words were cut off when Ian pressed his weight down.

  Ian moved his hips in a slow, steady circle then shoved down harder when Taren bucked up until his body stilled for a few seconds. “Ahh…yes…” Taren ground out the words and his cock throbbed inside Ian.

  As Taren softened his thighs relaxed. A few deep breaths and he eased Ian forward and off before rolling him onto his stomach. Even against the relative softness of the mattress the spiked cage dug into Ian’s cock. He swallowed a surprised yelp and pulled in a quick breath through his nose.

  Taren immediately stilled. “Are you alright?”

  “I’m fucking great,” Ian assured Taren. “Don’t even think of stopping.”

  Ian was treated to a quick shoulder massage before the narrow plug was inserted and the bulb inflated to its fullest. Ian ground his hips against the mattress, enjoying how the terry cloth towel created just enough friction to keep his skin tingling.

  “Stand up,” Taren said.

  Ian inched off the bed, Taren right behind him with Ian’s codpiece in hand. First the waist strap was put in place, then Taren arranged Ian’s cock so it’d be held firmly against his abdomen. The position combined with the cage design had Ian panting and moaning.

  “Oh, God, that’s good,” Ian whispered. He certainly didn’t want Taren thinking this was something he didn’t want or couldn’t tolerate. When Taren pulled the back strap between Ian’s legs and threaded it through the buckle, pulling it as tight as possible, Ian jerked onto his toes for a brief instant. “Driving me. Good idea.”