Chapter Four

Michael

I watched as Cruz nervously unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. I hid my smile as he made an attempt to fold his shirt neatly, a stalling tactic to stave off the moment when his pants came off, probably.

Cruz had been with men before, he'd said, though I suspected his experience was limited to other boys his own age. Surely a more experienced man would have deflowered that pretty little ass a long time ago. But I was strangely glad no one had. A feeling of possessiveness came over me, and I sat back in my chair, enjoying the boy's confusion.

"Do you need a bit of help, Cruz?"

His head shot up and he looked uncertain. "No. No, Sir, I can do it." His hands flew to the snaps of his jeans, and he pushed them down, along with his underwear, in one quick move, only seeming to realize after they were around his ankles that he should have taken off his shoes first. He tried to brazen it out by trying to toe them off anyway and wound up almost falling back on his ass. His face flaming now, he sat his naked ass down on the floor and ripped the jeans off, then pulled at his shoes and socks before standing back up and trying to step away.

I watched it all in silence before I spoke quietly again. "I believe I asked you to fold your clothes neatly, Cruz. Don't make me repeat myself." I pitched my voice to be calm, but quite firm. I was pleased to see Cruz blanch visibly and turn his delicious ass up to pick up his jeans and try to extricate them from the shoes and socks so he could fold them properly. I caught a tantalizing glimpse of heavy balls and a wrinkled little pink hole as he bent over, and I felt my cock, which had already been at half-mast, thicken and throb in my pants.

Finally, when Cruz had his clothes folded, and turned back around expectantly, his pretty cock was hard and leaking. He was proud of himself and looked as if he needed my approval. I gave it to him.

"Very nice, Cruz. Thank you. Now come closer, please."

The boy came toward me and stood in front of me, his eyes shining with trepidation and excitement. I opened my knees and put a hand on his sweet ass, pulling him in so close the tip of his cock was almost touching my chest. I put a hand on that sweet cock, stroking gently up and down its length as Cruz gazed wide-eyed down at me and gasped.

"Just to be clear, you're here for a spanking, right?"

Cruz nodded, his breathing fast and excited, but I shook my head. "Use your words. I need you to answer me."

"Yes. Yeah. I'd like to try it."

"I know you have a safe word, but I want you to understand that you should never play with me or anyone else who doesn't talk about that first. You should both know exactly what to expect. No real surprises, though a good Dom may try to push your limits a bit. You have your safe words to use if it gets to be uncomfortable. Do you understand what limits are?"

"I-I think so, Sir."

I shook my head again. "You have to know. Hard limits are things you have no interest in doing. At all. Soft limits are things you think you wouldn't like, but you might be willing to try at some point. When you negotiate with a Dom, you let him know your limits—you have to communicate with him, baby, so he'll know how best to please you. And please himself."

Cruz nodded slowly, then caught himself. "Yes, Sir. I understand."

I moved one hand around to cup Cruz's ass-cheek while I continued to trail the backs of my fingers along Cruz's rigid cock. "So you're here for a spanking, and it's not a punishment. We've talked about having sex afterward, but you can change your mind at any time. I want you to know exactly what's about to happen. If you continue after tonight, you'll need to work with someone and receive some training and think about what you want your limits to be. Right now, I don't think you know enough to even tell me."

He nodded, listening carefully. I smiled, happy to see him listening and taking this so seriously. "Since I plan only to spank you tonight, and then perhaps fuck you before I take you home, that won't be a problem, but that doesn't mean you should ever do anything like this again with anyone unless you've talked things over carefully. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And you need to know you can trust them to respect your limits, okay?"

"Okay, Sir."

I smiled up at him, tilting my head. There was something about this boy that made me feel strangely protective. It gave me an uneasy feeling to think of Cruz with someone else. I shook it off and continued.

"When I'm spanking you, you can moan and squirm, but I won't stop until I decide you've had enough, unless you say, ‘red.' If it gets to be too much, and you need to slow things down, you say yellow. And again, everything stops, and we talk about it."

"Yes, Sir."

"Ask me for your spanking, baby boy."

Cruz's knees buckled a bit though he straightened back up quickly. "Oh God…" he groaned softly.

"Cruz, ask me to spank you."

Cruz took a deep breath, squirming under my hands. "Will you…will you spank me? Sir?"

"Yes, I believe I will," I replied, my voice silky and dark even to my own ears. "Put yourself over my lap, boy."

He was trembling as he tried to arrange himself over my lap. I helped him by taking his arm and pulling him down, arranging him so that his ass was over my knees, his head was down by the floor and his feet were completely off the ground. I made sure Cruz's left arm was pinned against his body, and I grabbed his other wrist and held it firmly behind his back. Cruz's cock was trapped between my thighs, and I felt him squirming to get some friction on it.

"No," I said firmly, moving my thighs slightly apart. "You're too close and I don't want you coming yet. Not until I tell you."

Cruz groaned and dropped his head until his forehead was almost touching the floor. "Are you ready?"

"I-I guess so, Sir."

"Then let's begin."

****

Cruz

I was embarrassed yet more excited and aroused than I'd ever been before in my life. If my friends could see me now, stretched out over this man's lap, naked, my cock dripping pre-cum on the floor, while Michael was still fully dressed, I wondered what they'd say. I was about to get my ass spanked—spanked, like a damn kid. After I'd been so cocky and sure that I'd never do that.

I jumped as I felt Michael's hand stroke over my ass and slip into the crevice between my cheeks. Finding my hole, Michael circled it with his finger, eliciting a guttural groan from deep inside me. It arose from somewhere in my chest, and I couldn't have stopped it if I'd tried.

"You have a beautiful little bottom, Cruz. Round and firm, and just made for spanking. It's going to pink up nicely and show every handprint. Do you like the idea that the print of my hands will show, Cruz? That I'm about to mark you?"

"I—oh, God…"

A little slap came down, and I flinched all out of proportion, because it didn't hurt at all. It just surprised me. It was a warning to give him answers—he said he wanted to hear me—and I vowed to myself not to get another. I'd never felt such a strong urge to please another person before. The finger circling my hole dipped inside with no lubricant, causing me to jump at the slight burn and try to turn over to see. I was firmly put back in place and Michael leaned over. "Answer my question, boy, and remember your manners."

"Oh, uh, sorry. Yes, yes, I like it. Sir."

I squirmed to get more comfortable. It wasn't that I was particularly un -comfortable, but this position was embarrassing. My stupid cock was still hard enough to drive nails, and I could feel it dripping excitement between Michael's thighs. God, there was going to be a puddle of my come beneath this chair if this kept up. I had to get control of myself.

Another little spank came down on my ass, this one a little harder, though it still didn't hurt, and I let out a surprised yelp. Michael's hand immediately soothed the spot he'd spanked, while the other hand slid back between my crease and now two fingers circled and massaged my rim. I arched up into those wicked fingers, and I took a deep, shuddering breath. I felt Michael reach for something and shift his body slightly, then I jumped as I felt a cool liquid splash down between my butt-cheeks. Michael pressed down on the hand he held behind my back and murmured soothingly to me.

"Be still, baby. Just a little lubricant."

"Yes, okay."

Michael had shifted his leg so that the tip of my cock was pressing against it. I moved slightly, pressing even more against that muscular thigh. It felt so wonderful, I almost groaned aloud in relief. Michael chuckled and shifted closer.

"Okay, but if you come, I'll be very upset with you."

"I won't come. I promise." I was surprised to hear how breathless I sounded. I squirmed my ass hard and was gratified to hear Michael make a little sound, deep in his throat. It thrilled me that I had that power over this strong, beautiful man. Strange to think of having power at all in my current position, but I knew with a certain clarity that I did have it. I could say one word and end this immediately, leaving Michael frustrated and aching. The choice really was mine. I was beginning to see the appeal.

I settled myself, waiting for the next spank to arrive, and when it did, it stung a little, but again, it was nothing I couldn't take.

"Ah!" I said and arched up into it. I rocked my hips, and Michael's hand came back down in another slap. And another. And another. Now it was starting to sting, but also feel warm and it was setting up a yearning for even more. Michael let go of the hand on my back and reached underneath me. He gave my softening cock a hard pull while he massaged my rim with the other hand and then slipped two fingers inside me. I didn't know which direction to move and alternated between pushing forward into Michael's hand and shoving backward onto the fingers, fucking myself. I was making sounds I'd never heard myself make before.

Michael's thumb swiped over the tip of my cock and dipped down into the slit. "You like your spanking, baby? You want more?"

I sang out in pleasure, and I knew I wasn't even using words anymore. I was raising my ass higher into the fingers, though, and then slamming myself back down onto Michael's fist.

Michael pulled the fingers away without warning and landed a hard slap to the center of my ass that made me shout and buck my hips. One more hard spank and the finger shot up inside me knowingly to touch a spot that seriously made me lose his mind.

"Come for me, Cruz," Michael said softly.

Come shot from my cock and spurted between Michael's legs. I strained against the hands holding me down as something exploded inside me, and I thought I might have blacked out for a second or two. I'd never come so hard in my life, not ever, and it left me boneless and unable to breathe. Michael held me tightly, milking my cock through it until I collapsed, and I realized I was sobbing.

Michael pulled me up and over into his lap then, and I threw my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. I was shaken to my core by the strength of that orgasm, and Michael was a rock to hold onto in the storm. I clung to him like a shipwrecked survivor, and as I gradually came back to myself, I realized how tightly Michael was holding me in return and how hard the bulge beneath my thighs was. I pulled away and looked down into Michael's eyes, happy to see that he seemed to be as deeply affected as I was. His eyes were half-lidded and clouded with lust. He took my lips in a passionate kiss, thrusting his tongue in my mouth and sweeping possessively over the inside.

He stood up then, taking me with him. I gave a choked cry of surprise as I was carried across the room and into a bedroom. I had no idea he was so strong. I found myself tossed onto the bed on my back and I scooted up to the pillows, still trying to get my breath. My butt stung as I moved across the sheets. Michael was ripping at his own clothes, pulling them off. The whole time he never took his eyes away from me. He was making a low growling sound in his throat, but I wasn't scared. Not in the least. I was reveling in the fact that I'd made this gorgeous big Dom so crazy for me.

As his body was revealed, I felt my mouth go even drier. God, he was beautiful, and his cock was huge. Could he really fit that up my ass? I was ready and willing for him to try. I'd been practicing for years with the handles of hairbrushes. I swallowed hard and scooted a few inches farther back up the bed.

Michael reached for a condom in the pocket of his pants before letting them fall to the floor. He smoothed it on his shaft and his gaze never left me.

When he was finished, he prowled toward me across the bed, his big cock standing out from his groin, his balls swinging heavily under him as he moved. I licked my lips nervously.

He pushed me down flat on my back when he reached me and pushed up my knees, nipping at my throat. He nuzzled his face next to my ear.

"I'm going to fuck you now, baby boy. You need to relax for me. I'll try not to hurt you, but you'll still be tight."

"I know," I said, licking at the skin of Michael's neck. "I know."

We were both too excited to be careful, to go slow. And I didn't care. I wanted this man inside me, now .

Michael still tried to stretch me, even with my ass well-lubed from before, but his movements were a bit rougher and more abrupt. It did hurt, but it wasn't anything I couldn't take. His big, beautiful cock nudged against my entrance, and I thought I couldn't wait another moment. I surged upward and heard Michael gasp. The fingers slid out and I felt the tip of that big cock slip inside me. Michael slapped my sore behind lightly and growled at me again.

"I'm running this show, baby. Settle down."

"Yes, Sir," I said softly, feeling chastised and angry at myself for trying to rush him. What if I'd made him angry, so angry that he stopped and told me to go home? I didn't think I'd survive if he did. Not after coming so close to having him inside me.

Michael stopped my worrying then by grasping his cock by the base and nudging harder against my entrance. "Let me in. Relax and push down."

He nudged harder and more of his cock slid in, making me gasp in excitement. I wiggled my ass, and it was his turn to gasp. With a muttered oath, he surged forward, and he slid in even more, his big cock raking over that spot inside me and making my insides clench.

"God, you're so tight," Michael groaned, rocking forward and beginning to set up a rhythm. I was shivering with excitement, and I gripped his hips as he thrust into me. He was pulling out slowly and then pushing back in, and I knew from his expression that he wasn't going to last much longer.

"Cruz, you're so tight…feel so good." His voice broke off as his body tightened and he gripped my erection in one hot hand and squeezed. I screamed his name, and he pumped it hard, matching his own rhythmic thrusts. "Come with me."

A surge of pure fire shot down my spine as my balls drew up and my cock throbbed in my lover's hold. Pleasure speared through me, and I shot hard, coating Michael's hand, just as Michael made a choking groan and strained against me. I could feel Michael's hot seed filling the condom, burning my ass from the inside. My body felt like it was quivering as the wracking pulses of my orgasm died away. He was slumped over me, his head on my shoulder, and I smoothed my hand over his dampened hair as we both fought to breathe again.

Slowly, he pulled out and rolled away, getting up off the bed and heading for what I thought was probably the bathroom. I lay on my back, totally drained, feeling the silky soft sheets rake across my sensitive backside with every move. My ass was throbbing and achy, but in a good way.

Michael came back with a warm cloth and tenderly washed me, not allowing me to take it from him. He threw it down and crawled in bed next to me, turning me on my side and pulling me up close.

I felt Michael press a kiss in my hair and pull my throbbing ass back into his groin. "Good boy," he murmured to me. "You were so good for me."

I felt a surge of pleasure, but I felt like I couldn't keep my eyes open another moment, so I turned and looked over my shoulder at Michael. I wanted to see his handsome face once more before we slept, and I was surprised to find Michael looking back at me, his blue eyes aglow with the aftermath of his passion.

"Thank you. Sir," I whispered softly and then turned back over to snuggle down into the pillow. The night had been perfect—just perfect, and I couldn't wait to see what happened next.

The next morning when we both woke up, he fixed breakfast for me, and we sat by the window looking out at the fabulous view. He was quiet but attentive. I thought everything had gone well. Afterward, he drove me home with the sunroof back and it had all the promise of becoming a beautiful day. He pulled up outside my apartment and gave me a sweet goodbye kiss.

As first dates go, it was hands down, best ever, and it wasn't until the next morning that I realized he hadn't made another date with me, nor had he said a word about ever calling me again.