Safe and Sound

Pain

... Pleasure

Trust

... Control

Control

... Dominance

Dominance

... Submission

Scottie's knees were beginning to ache from how long he'd been kneeling, but he didn't dare move. Scottie's master had told him to kneel, and he wasn't one to break orders. Especially not orders from his master.

His master, Damien Ricci controlled his every move, and Scottie didn't even try to stop it. In fact, the change from a normal, vanilla relationship to a dominant-submissive relationship had been accidental, and it hadn't even been intentional.

Scottie had always been a bit more lenient, he'd never told Damien no when it came to anything, sexual or otherwise. Scottie had no problem letting his masculine boyfriend take the reins.

Damien hadn't meant to bring out the submissive in his younger partner, but he couldn't lie and say he didn't absolutely love the control he exhibited over him. Damien had always had a kinky streak, he'd loved it rough, but he'd come to the conclusion when he got with Scottie things wouldn't be the same.

Scottie was shy, a virgin when he and Damien got together. It wasn't an invalid thought that sex would be just as inexperienced as his lover was, but Damien didn't really mind. Damien loved the fact that his lover was inexperienced, it gave him a sense of control, power... he'd been the only one to touch him thus far, and he'd be the only one to ever touch him if he had his way about it. Damien knew that Scottie being inexperienced shouldn't have been such a turn on for him, but he couldn't help the slight thrill he got every time he took Scottie to completion over and over again.

Damien made it a habit to make the young genius come out of his shell some—to try out new things, to experience new things at the hands of his more experienced lover.

Damien and Scottie were absolutely total opposites, but somehow they made things work. Damien is 33, Scottie is 24. Damien is rather experienced, Scottie is rather shy. Damien isn't nearly as smart as Scottie, but then again, who could be? Damien's young lover is a genius.

Scottie was practically dripping in anticipation. He'd lost track of time as he kneeled on the floor, being a good boy like he'd always strived to be. Scottie jumped slightly as he heard the dungeon door open, excitement bubbled up in his chest, and he couldn't help but be anxious.

Scottie knew that whatever it was that Damien was going to do would ultimately make him go over the edge. He was glad that Damien had put a cock-ring on him so he couldn't cum until he'd been allowed to. Scottie could barely hold himself back when he was trying, and it'd been a while since the two had done anything like this, so it'd be rather hard to hold him back on any account, but Scottie liked it.

Scottie liked the lack of control... he liked knowing that it wasn't his decision when he finally gets his release, or when he gets fucked. He likes knowing that he doesn't have the control to decide what to wear, what to eat, or how to dress. He likes the complete loss of control and that was something he'd never thought would be okay with him.

However, kneeling on the cement ground of his lovers dungeon—one that he'd helped design, mind you—he couldn't help but he excited.

"Stand," Damien said his voice strong, commanding. His young lover shivered at the heat in his voice and did as he was told, standing up gracefully from his kneeling position. Damien took the time to admire his lover from behind. His slave, his lover was naked as he'd been commanded to be anytime he was in the dungeon, and the young man was gorgeous at any angle, but Damien especially liked seeing his young, tight little ass on display.

Scottie felt his master's eyes on his body, and felt a flush rise to his cheeks. Scottie knew that Damien was purposefully doing it; he was purposefully making him on edge, knowing that Scottie would respond beautifully once he'd been taken to the brink of ecstasy and back again.

Scottie held his breath as he felt Damien's muscular hand trail down his spine softly, slowly. Scottie couldn't help but love feeling Damien's hand on his back, feeling the skin to skin contact.

Damien had Scottie on edge before he'd even walked back into the room, considering that he'd had Scottie's cock hard, and put into a vibrating cock-ring and he'd put nipple clamps on his lover. His pale skin turned red, but he couldn't find it in himself to regret it. He loved seeing his lover this way.

Scottie would have been far needier if Damien would have put a vibrator in him, or even just a large dildo, but Damien wanted to make Scottie needier than he'd ever been before. Letting his young lover have any form of penetration would just make him desperate for Damien's length... sure, fucking him while he was desperate was sexy, and it'd even had great results on both ends, but Damien was after something more.

Damien wanted Scottie to come unraveled. No matter what Damien did to Scottie he somehow remembered himself enough to be self-conscious, and that was hopefully going to change tonight.

Scottie's cheeks were red as fire as he felt Damien slowly running his fingers over his naked body. Scottie couldn't decide what felt better, the stimulation to his body or the simple thought that Damien was enjoying his body how he pleased.

"Turn around." Damien commanded, and Scottie turned around. Scottie lowered his lashes in respect, and bent his head forward easily. Damien knew his lover was being respectful—in fact there was something so unnervingly sweet and sincere about the action. "Bend over the bed, pet." Damien watched as Scottie did as he was told.

"Yes sir," came the shaky response from Scottie as he bent over the edge of the bed, his pert ass displayed for Damien's enjoyment.

Damien walked forward, and smacked his lovers' ass hard, making Scottie moan loudly. Damien knew that the best way to get Scottie to unravel was to hurt him—Scottie was a masochist of epic proportions, Damien realized it a long time ago. Though Damien had never considered himself a sadist, he couldn't deny the way his groin tightened and hardened as he hurt Scottie.

Damien brought his hand down on Scottie's ass again, leaving a bright red hand-print on his pale ass. Scottie arched into the touch, a moan leaving his pretty boy's mouth again. Again, Damien smacked his thin ass, harder this time.

A mewl broke through Scottie's mouth as he pushed back into his Masters mouth. Time blurred together for Scottie as every smack of Damien's hand made his cock harden more and more. The loud smack of Damien's hand against Scottie's ass echoed in the room, and Scottie felt himself mewl loudly, his cheeks turned red.

Damien stepped away from his boy, and walked over to the armoire. He opened the armoire and pulled out their box. Their box was special. It had a combination of all of their favorite toys. Scottie picked the majority of the toys, but the things that Damien picked were the things that Scottie would enjoy the most.

Scottie was too embarrassed to openly admit to being a masochist, but it was a silent agreement between the two men. Scottie wouldn't admit to being a masochist, and Damien wouldn't admit to being a sadist. It seemed to work for the two, and no one ever questioned it—granted the only two that could question it were themselves since the two men kept their private life very private.

Damien picked out two toys, one for Scottie's hole—the penetration his boy was definitely craving—and one that he'd love to use on the boy more often. It was a black leather belt with rounded spikes on it. Damien knew that it'd definitely hurt his baby, but he knew also that it'd drive the young genius crazy.

Scottie felt the toy against his hole, and then it was inside him. No preparation, no lube... just a toy shoved deep inside of him. He tensed a bit, and let out a pain filled moan, loving the tremors moving through his body. Moments later, Scottie felt the cool leather belt slide over his sensitive ass, and he felt his body burn in anticipation. Scottie held his breath, waiting for the impact of the belt.

SMACK! The sound of the belt against his delicate skin hurt his ears, but he couldn't help but let out a loud moan, loving the pain that was echoing back on him. The initial pain had faded, leaving nothing but the SMACK! Another moan left Scottie's lips as the smack of the belt interrupted his thoughts.

Scottie could feel the spikes biting into his skin, and he knew that they would leave blood bruises on his ass, but he couldn't help but love that thought. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Three more smacks against his ass, steady, hard, and deliberate had him arching his back up, his dick rubbing against the silky sheets of the bed.

"Oh look at you," Damien's silky, hard voice echoed in Scottie's ears as yet another smack of the belt hit his pale ass. "That ass is so beautiful and red, so fuck-able." Damien watched as his lover writhed around on the bed, his body betraying his emotions. Damien knew that Scottie was embarrassed; he could tell by the way Scottie was trying to hide his face from his master, but Damien wouldn't let that happen.

Scottie groaned loudly, the feeling of the dildo deep inside him, pressing on his prostate as his master continued beating his ass with the belt.

SMACK! Scottie screamed, and buried his face in the bed. SMACK! SMACK! Scottie felt tears running down his face, but he couldn't stop it—it felt too good to stop it. Scottie let out loud screams, his ass burning as the toy shifted with hit of the belt to his ass.

SMACK! The smack hit him right on the center of his ass, it made the tears come down harder, faster... but it felt so good, Scottie let out a cry between pain and pleasure. Between his legs, Scottie's dick pulsed, and it was red, hot and painful. Scottie didn't dare touch himself, though.

SMACK! The smack was hard, powerful, and Scottie let out one loud, long scream as he felt every muscle in his body tense with the need to release. "Master..." Scottie cried, tears running down his beautiful face.

Damien immediately dropped the belt and admired his handiwork. His lover's once pale, soft ass was red. Wherever the spikes on the belt hit were deep red, purple marks that would stick around for a few days, weeks even, possibly.

Damien softly ran his hands gently over Scottie's ass. Scottie let out a shaky moan, his ass burning terribly, but he loved it so much. Scottie couldn't stop the tears from running down his cheeks as Damien carefully turned his lover over on his back and pulled the toy out of his ass.

Scottie whimpered at the loss, but couldn't wait to be filled with his masters' cock. His masters' cock was so big, but he couldn't wait to take it. He loved every inch of that big, long cock.

Scottie moaned softly, sniffling slightly as he felt his master press the head of his cock against his ass. Scottie felt the stinging of his masters' cock entering him, and he moaned loudly, arching his back as he moaned. His ass was sore, and pressing against the silk sheets on the bed. He couldn't help but let out a moan as he looked down at Damien's abs as he slowly entered Scottie's ass.

Damien suddenly stopped, and then slammed into him suddenly. Scottie moaned loudly, feeling his hole clench tightly around Damien.

Damien started fucking him hard and fast. Scottie couldn't breathe—all he could do was hold on while feeling Damien deep inside of him, pulling out and pushing back in over and over again. He couldn't help but let out loud moans, glad that they were at Damien's house and not his apartment.

Damien suddenly undid the cock-ring. Scottie tensed, his member pulsed, and he came for all he was worth. Scottie let out a loud scream, his inhibitions were shot to shit, and he was desperate.

Despite Scottie having cummed all over himself, Damien didn't stop moving inside him. In fact, Damien didn't give Scottie any time to recover from his orgasm; all he did was make Scottie's body tense repeatedly as he fucked him harder and harder.

Damien didn't give him a minutes warning, he just wrapped his hand around his throat and squeezed, knowing that the loss of air to Scottie's brain would do nothing but serve to make the boy more frenzied.

Scottie didn't last long, his cock had hardened again almost immediately, and he came again almost as suddenly as he did the last time. This time, Damien didn't even pretend to slow down.

Harder, faster, in and out, finally Damien released deep inside his boy, leaving the boy moaning loudly, and confused.

Damien couldn't help but bite down on his boys' neck, leaving a dark red mark. Damien was marking his territory, knowing that even though his boy was not going anywhere any time soon, he had to show that Scottie had someone special. He had to show that Scottie was owned, claimed.

Scottie flushed brightly, panting as his entire body was turned to jelly. He tried to tighten his hole to keep Damien buried deep inside him, but Damien pulled out despite the efforts on Scottie's part. Damien walked from the bed to the bathroom in the dungeon, getting a cloth and wetting it before walking back to the dungeon.

Damien put a butt-plug into his boy, holding his cum deep inside his sore ass. Damien then proceeded to carefully wipe his boy down, making Scottie let out quiet moans at the treatment. When Damien deemed his boy clean, he picked up his naked and sore lover and walked him to their bedroom.

Damien put Scottie in the bed, and then walked back to the dungeon and cleaned up the mess, before locking the door. He then hurried back to his boy so that he could care for him.

"M-master?" Scottie whimpered as Damien laid beside him.

"Yes pet?" Damien asked him gently, and Scottie blushed and bit his thin, pale lip.

"I love you," he whispered, and Damien kissed his lips softly, holding his boy close to him. Scottie hit right up against his side as he let his boy cuddle up to him. Scottie's head lay on Damien's left side of his chest, right over his heart, as the rest of his body aligned perfectly with his masters easily.

"I love you, too." Damien whispered into his pets' hair.

Damien watched as his boy fell into a deep, carefree sleep beside him. He couldn't help but admire his beautiful lover, and be so happy that he got Scottie Price all to himself after all these years.

Scottie's quiet, peaceful sleep lulled Damien under also, and eventually all was quiet in the older man's house, Scottie safe and sound in his lovers arms, where he belongs.