Okay, then...
Not quite sure where this came from, but I'm not going to quibble. NC-17 for kinky m/m sex, for those of you who might not care for that sort of thing (who am I kidding here?? That's not going to scare anyone away. It's like putting 'naked' in the title of a show.)
Over the limit at 1,226 words. It ended up a sequel to my Voyeur Challenge entry. Huh.
Switch
by JennyB.
“Oh dear.” Just open the door, Renfield. There’s nothing on the other side that can hurt you. Unless that’s what you want.
Renfield Turnbull stood in his bathroom staring at the door, palms sweating. No one had ever asked this of him before. Though he considered himself what was commonly known as a switch, he’d never been the aggressor and wasn’t sure he would be able to perform to the level he feared his partner expected.
“Ren, honey, is everything all right?”
“Yes!” he squeaked. Clearing his throat, he tried again. “Yes, Ray. Are you ready for me?”
“Yes, sir,” came the reply from the other side of the door.
In the weeks since he’d started seeing Ray Vecchio, Turnbull had learned a great deal about the effect the man’s stint in Las Vegas had had on him. Things that Ray had desired before he left were easily available in Sin City. When he returned to Chicago, he still craved the things he’d come to enjoy while he was away. Ren recalled with a grin the first night they’d made love and Ren had left teethmarks in Ray’s shoulder. The next time the marks were left on Ray’s buttocks. They started to challenge each other to see who would make sound first, who would flinch first, who would back down first.
Ray always backed down first. Because he wanted to. Ren saw it in his eyes. Every time. Penis erect, hands pinned, hips immobilized by Ren’s greater weight and strength.
Then the night came when Ray had asked for the thing that frightened Ren. “I want you to hit me.”
Ray had phrased it badly and Ren nearly bolted. But Ray apologized and soothed Ren, reassuring Ren that all he was asking for was some play. This Ren understood. It still frightened him, though. He was used to being on the receiving end.
Ren understood the desire to have one’s flesh reddened and warmed, but he had never done it to anyone. He wasn’t sure he would like it, though he wanted to please his lover. He was afraid he would like it too much. He was afraid the leather switch in his hand would raise welts and cause them to open and bleed. He was afraid he wouldn’t remember their safeword. It had been so long since he’d been in a relationship that required one.
Still, his lover had said ‘yes, sir’, indicating that the scene had started. Ren couldn’t disappoint Ray. If it got too intense for either of them, it would stop. He had to trust himself. He had to trust Ray. Ultimately, that was what this was all about. Trust.
Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly to center himself, Ren grasped the door handle and turned, opening the door and stepping into the bedroom.
Candlelight illumined the space, casting a golden glow on the room and his lover. Ray knelt in the middle of the bed, naked, hands behind his back, head bowed.
“Look at me,” Ren commanded.
Ray lifted his head, letting out a small gasp when he saw Ren, pale skin gleaming in contrast to the tight black leather shorts he wore. Ren let his eyes wander to Ray’s crotch where the formerly flaccid member started to pulse and fill. Filled with a new sense of purpose and confidence, Ren continued.
“Are your hands secured?”
“Not yet, sir.”
“Good. Lie face down on the bed. You are permitted to touch yourself long enough to make yourself comfortable. Spread your legs and cross your wrists above your head.”
Silently, Ray complied with the orders. The only sounds in the room were the squeaking of the mattress and the breathing of two aroused men.
Ren felt the fear start to leave him as he secured Ray’s ankles to the corners of the bed and then cuffed his crossed wrists to the headboard with a pair of supple leather cuffs. He bent down and kissed Ray, dominating the kiss as surely as if he’d done this a thousand times. Assured that Ray was comfortable and ready, Ren stood on the bed above his lover and swung the long cane in his right hand, the short, soft leather straps at the end smacking Ray’s buttocks.
Ray yelped.
Ren froze.
Ray moaned.
Ren whipped the cane in a circle quickly, the ends of the leather skimming the flesh already starting to pink. Soon, stripes of red painted across the plump mounds.
Ren turned the cane around and used the lightweight handle as an implement. Ray pushed his buttocks up into the air, begging for more. Ren obliged. Ray started to grind his hips into the mattress.
Ren stopped.
“You are not permitted to climax until I tell you so.”
“Yes, sir,” Ray panted, stilling his movements with great effort.
Ren put the cane down and stood on the floor behind the beautifully reddened cheeks, admiring his handiwork. He felt no fear at all now as he moved between Ray’s parted legs and raised both hands. Half a dozen swats with both of his hands and then he put his face to the warmed flesh, resting one cheek there for a moment.
“Are you ready to turn over?”
“Yes, sir.”
Gently, Ren loosed the bonds on Ray’s ankles, rubbing the slightly chafed skin and planting a kiss on each ankle. His wrists were left as they were, the cuffs rotating with him as Ren helped him roll over.
Ren’s hands shook as he bent, painfully hard inside the tight shorts, to take his lover’s penis in his mouth. Ray was so close that Ren had him thrashing and squirming straight away. All the while Ren sucked, Ray whispered desperately, “Please, please, please, please.”
Oh, dear.
Ren had forgotten his order of minutes ago. As much as he hated to lose the prize in his mouth, he knew he had to say something. So he let Ray’s penis slip from his mouth to speak a single word.
Ren didn’t even get his mouth around Ray’s penis again before Ray came, body drawn tight as a bowstring for a long moment, great rumbling moans coming from his mouth.
“You make the most beautiful sounds when you come,” Ren complimented his lover has he released Ray’s wrists from the leather cuffs, signaling the end of the scene.
“Love you, Ren. Thank you. I knew you could do it.”
After they rested for a few moments, Ray moved to peel the shorts from his lover’s body. Then Ray put his arms around Ren and rolled them both so that Ren was on top. “Fuck me, Ren.”
Ren knew he was done giving orders for the night and so he took his own pleasure from his lover, reveling in the pliant, sated body beneath him. It didn’t take his orgasm long to come. Moments later he drowsed in Ray’s arms.
“You need to know something, Ren.”
“What’s that?”
“I am more thankful every day that you found me banging my head on the door that night at the consulate. I thought my life in Chicago was over until you showed up. I’m glad it’s not.”
“Me, too.” Ren sighed and thanked whatever God was listening that he’d had the courage to approach that door weeks ago and that he’d had the courage to walk through that door tonight.
Over the limit at 1,226 words. It ended up a sequel to my Voyeur Challenge entry. Huh.
Switch
by JennyB.
“Oh dear.” Just open the door, Renfield. There’s nothing on the other side that can hurt you. Unless that’s what you want.
Renfield Turnbull stood in his bathroom staring at the door, palms sweating. No one had ever asked this of him before. Though he considered himself what was commonly known as a switch, he’d never been the aggressor and wasn’t sure he would be able to perform to the level he feared his partner expected.
“Ren, honey, is everything all right?”
“Yes!” he squeaked. Clearing his throat, he tried again. “Yes, Ray. Are you ready for me?”
“Yes, sir,” came the reply from the other side of the door.
In the weeks since he’d started seeing Ray Vecchio, Turnbull had learned a great deal about the effect the man’s stint in Las Vegas had had on him. Things that Ray had desired before he left were easily available in Sin City. When he returned to Chicago, he still craved the things he’d come to enjoy while he was away. Ren recalled with a grin the first night they’d made love and Ren had left teethmarks in Ray’s shoulder. The next time the marks were left on Ray’s buttocks. They started to challenge each other to see who would make sound first, who would flinch first, who would back down first.
Ray always backed down first. Because he wanted to. Ren saw it in his eyes. Every time. Penis erect, hands pinned, hips immobilized by Ren’s greater weight and strength.
Then the night came when Ray had asked for the thing that frightened Ren. “I want you to hit me.”
Ray had phrased it badly and Ren nearly bolted. But Ray apologized and soothed Ren, reassuring Ren that all he was asking for was some play. This Ren understood. It still frightened him, though. He was used to being on the receiving end.
Ren understood the desire to have one’s flesh reddened and warmed, but he had never done it to anyone. He wasn’t sure he would like it, though he wanted to please his lover. He was afraid he would like it too much. He was afraid the leather switch in his hand would raise welts and cause them to open and bleed. He was afraid he wouldn’t remember their safeword. It had been so long since he’d been in a relationship that required one.
Still, his lover had said ‘yes, sir’, indicating that the scene had started. Ren couldn’t disappoint Ray. If it got too intense for either of them, it would stop. He had to trust himself. He had to trust Ray. Ultimately, that was what this was all about. Trust.
Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly to center himself, Ren grasped the door handle and turned, opening the door and stepping into the bedroom.
Candlelight illumined the space, casting a golden glow on the room and his lover. Ray knelt in the middle of the bed, naked, hands behind his back, head bowed.
“Look at me,” Ren commanded.
Ray lifted his head, letting out a small gasp when he saw Ren, pale skin gleaming in contrast to the tight black leather shorts he wore. Ren let his eyes wander to Ray’s crotch where the formerly flaccid member started to pulse and fill. Filled with a new sense of purpose and confidence, Ren continued.
“Are your hands secured?”
“Not yet, sir.”
“Good. Lie face down on the bed. You are permitted to touch yourself long enough to make yourself comfortable. Spread your legs and cross your wrists above your head.”
Silently, Ray complied with the orders. The only sounds in the room were the squeaking of the mattress and the breathing of two aroused men.
Ren felt the fear start to leave him as he secured Ray’s ankles to the corners of the bed and then cuffed his crossed wrists to the headboard with a pair of supple leather cuffs. He bent down and kissed Ray, dominating the kiss as surely as if he’d done this a thousand times. Assured that Ray was comfortable and ready, Ren stood on the bed above his lover and swung the long cane in his right hand, the short, soft leather straps at the end smacking Ray’s buttocks.
Ray yelped.
Ren froze.
Ray moaned.
Ren whipped the cane in a circle quickly, the ends of the leather skimming the flesh already starting to pink. Soon, stripes of red painted across the plump mounds.
Ren turned the cane around and used the lightweight handle as an implement. Ray pushed his buttocks up into the air, begging for more. Ren obliged. Ray started to grind his hips into the mattress.
Ren stopped.
“You are not permitted to climax until I tell you so.”
“Yes, sir,” Ray panted, stilling his movements with great effort.
Ren put the cane down and stood on the floor behind the beautifully reddened cheeks, admiring his handiwork. He felt no fear at all now as he moved between Ray’s parted legs and raised both hands. Half a dozen swats with both of his hands and then he put his face to the warmed flesh, resting one cheek there for a moment.
“Are you ready to turn over?”
“Yes, sir.”
Gently, Ren loosed the bonds on Ray’s ankles, rubbing the slightly chafed skin and planting a kiss on each ankle. His wrists were left as they were, the cuffs rotating with him as Ren helped him roll over.
Ren’s hands shook as he bent, painfully hard inside the tight shorts, to take his lover’s penis in his mouth. Ray was so close that Ren had him thrashing and squirming straight away. All the while Ren sucked, Ray whispered desperately, “Please, please, please, please.”
Oh, dear.
Ren had forgotten his order of minutes ago. As much as he hated to lose the prize in his mouth, he knew he had to say something. So he let Ray’s penis slip from his mouth to speak a single word.
Ren didn’t even get his mouth around Ray’s penis again before Ray came, body drawn tight as a bowstring for a long moment, great rumbling moans coming from his mouth.
“You make the most beautiful sounds when you come,” Ren complimented his lover has he released Ray’s wrists from the leather cuffs, signaling the end of the scene.
“Love you, Ren. Thank you. I knew you could do it.”
After they rested for a few moments, Ray moved to peel the shorts from his lover’s body. Then Ray put his arms around Ren and rolled them both so that Ren was on top. “Fuck me, Ren.”
Ren knew he was done giving orders for the night and so he took his own pleasure from his lover, reveling in the pliant, sated body beneath him. It didn’t take his orgasm long to come. Moments later he drowsed in Ray’s arms.
“You need to know something, Ren.”
“What’s that?”
“I am more thankful every day that you found me banging my head on the door that night at the consulate. I thought my life in Chicago was over until you showed up. I’m glad it’s not.”
“Me, too.” Ren sighed and thanked whatever God was listening that he’d had the courage to approach that door weeks ago and that he’d had the courage to walk through that door tonight.