Kinked up, p.13
Kinked Up, page 13
Trick moved one hand to the middle of the makeshift bind, pushing against the mattress until Nav felt the strain against his bruised wrists. A tiny glimpse of pain faded as Trick brought their lips together.
Nav sucked in a gasp. From within the light hold, something had changed. Trick pressed his lips a bit harder, his tongue moving deeper and his movements slowing to match the steady beat of his heart against Nav’s chest. Nav’s own heart was pumping fast, his lungs screaming for air, despite the greedy breaths he dragged in through his nose.
He had never felt this way before—period, not even in high school when he’d cornered the biggest jock and convinced him to stand still while Nav practiced his oral skills, not when he’d had a foursome during an epic summer vacation in college and definitely not when he’d fucked his ex’s dad against the countertop of their main floor powder room as his ex had waited in the living room for him to finish washing his hands.
“Stay still for me,” said Trick, his voice deep. The order was softer than Nav had ever heard it, leaving room for something more.
Nav nodded, biting his lip when Trick tugged at the button on his jeans. Trick slid them down quickly, his eyes going dark when he realized that Nav had chosen to forgo boxers.
Nav’s cock arched toward Trick, who was still fully clothed but was licking his lips like a dragon who had just discovered a hoard of golden eggs. His blond hair was mussed, and his calm breaths had given way as he took his time, his gaze exposing every part of Nav.
Nav glowed under the attention, parting his legs so Trick could see every bit of him. His body was far from perfect, but he’d always managed to make the best of what he had. Shy wasn’t even in his vocabulary.
He choked as Trick went from looking to dropping down on his cock without warning, sucking the tip briefly before shoving himself all the way down until his nose touched Nav’s trimmed curls. Trick swallowed, somehow pulling him deeper before he started to suck, pulling the pre-cum directly from his balls.
“Ah. Fuck, fuck.” Nav couldn’t stop himself from bucking, driving even deeper until Trick gagged around him. His blue eyes were watery, but Nav couldn’t pull back. His cock had been up and down so many times in the last few hours that he couldn’t hold on for another second.
With one last suck, Nav came, spurting down Trick’s throat in an embarrassing amount. He struggled to fight his orgasm, even as it was pulled from him suck after suck.
The last time he’d come without permission, Trick had crushed his balls so hard that they had ached for three days.
But Trick didn’t stop or reach for Nav’s sac. He swallowed, pulling Nav deeper, even as Nav’s cock started to soften and go sensitive. The next suck had a touch of fire that lanced over his nerves, drawing a spurt of cum from him that he didn’t even know he had left.
“Fuck.” Nav groaned, trying to free his cock, but Trick slipped his hands under his ass, holding him deep while taking long breaths through his nose as Nav’s cock shrank small enough for him to breathe again.
Pleasure evaporated into a tickling ache that made him writhe, desperate to free himself from the onslaught. Trick was too strong, his mouth and grip the only force in the world that Nav really respected, but now it was too much.
He kicked out, his heel scraping down Trick’s side as he struggled to breathe. Teeth grazed his sensitive flesh—a warning and a threat.
“Too much,” said Nav, arching as Trick only sucked him harder, slipping a hand over his sac and kneading his balls at the same time. A thread of pleasure pierced the agony, but it wasn’t nearly enough. His dick and balls were going to fall off if Trick kept it up.
If Trick was trying to get him hard again, it was an impossible task. His orgasms were always bone-deep, pulling everything out of his core and leaving nothing behind but a bit of dust.
“I can’t, Trick. I really can’t.” Tears streamed down Nav’s face and he dug his fingers into Trick’s hair, pulling so hard that a few blond strands broke free, tangling with his fingers.
Trick pulled off with a loud pop, surging up and grabbing Nav’s wrists to pin them back over his head. When did I move them?
Trick’s eyes were dark, his lips stained bright red and pressed into a thin line. “Can you be still or do I have to make you?” His voice dripped with disdain and sarcasm as he raised one eyebrow.
Nav’s chest heaved, his legs trembling against Trick as he struggled to answer. A burst of sound thrust through his lips as Trick dropped down and sucked his cock deep into his mouth.
Nav groaned, his cock twitching to life, even though he knew he was spent. How did Trick even know how to do this to him? It was as if the man had a manual to his body and his mind—one that Nav had never had the pleasure of reading.
Gripping the headboard again, Nav took a deep breath and held on for dear life. It took most of his brain power just to focus on keeping his hands still and his fingers hooked under the edge of wood. His body thrummed, sweat trickling down to the sheets as his breaths came out in garbled pants that were so close to a scream that he should have been worried about his neighbors overhearing.
“Quiet.” Trick ordered, his tone terrifying as he gripped Nav’s balls and tugged. Blood flooded Nav’s mouth as he bit his lip, the only possible way for him to keep the noises back.
“I can’t,” Nav whispered, sweat mingling with tears as he shivered. He was so fucking lost, pinned even as he floated under Trick’s stare. He wanted to come again for Trick so badly, but he just couldn’t. He wasn’t nineteen anymore.
I can’t. I can’t.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Nav. I just want to play with you. Is it so hard for you to be still and quiet so I can play? Besides, you know how to stop me, so don’t pretend to be dumb. One little word and all this is over.” Trick’s lips curved into a malicious grin and Nav’s heart thundered, his vision wavering for a second. Both fight and flight were at the forefront of his mind, his body tense and ready.
“Green.” The word was strangled, but Nav meant it whole-heartedly. The feeling from the club had already transformed into something so much better. How could he have ever thought that he would want someone other than Trick to take care of him?
When Trick dropped down on Nav’s cock yet again, sucking fiercely and grazing the head with his teeth, something snapped deep down in his core. He moved his hands from the headboard, threading his fingers in Trick’s hair before tugging hard. Punish me. Push me.
Trick let out a yelp, gripping at Nav’s wrists until his bruises flared to life. Nav went slack, the resistance draining from his body as he let out a long moan. Please.
Trick moved quickly, surging up and grabbing Nav by his hair before forcing him to roll over and pinning him face-first into the mattress.
Nav struggled as he was momentarily smothered, Trick’s clothed cock scraping against his naked ass. A slap rang out, and seconds later a path of fire scalded across the same place.
“Fuck,” said Nav, biting his tongue to hold back a scream as a second slap hit the same spot. He pushed his face into the sheets, smothering his cries and yelps as the hits rained down over and over, each one as fierce as the first.
It was nothing like the leather flogger whose tiny straps had struck him in a hundred places at once, spreading the impact into a stinging thud. That had been for pleasure, where the slaps from Trick were pure humiliating punishment.
Trick’s palm was hot and hard, his hand so large that one hit consumed Nav’s entire ass cheek. He was being beaten like a naughty boy who had stumbled across his daddy’s porn stash.
Nav knew his words. They’d never been so clear to him before. But why would he need them? He’d never felt stronger in his life.
“Oh, so now you’re trying to keep quiet? It’s fine to moan like a whore, but you can’t let anyone hear you cry from a little spanking?” Trick slammed his hand down again, the numbing surface of Nav’s ass soaking up the blow.
The neighbors. He wanted to remind Trick, but he couldn’t quite get the words out of his mouth. Nav bit his lip harder, copper soaking his taste buds. The apartment’s walls were thin enough that he could hear when someone dropped a plate or whistled a tune in the shower. If someone called the cops, he doubted they would be very understanding about his suddenly kinky sex life.
“Will you be still?” asked Trick, taking harsh breaths as he smoothed his palm over Nav’s ass. “Can you be quiet? Or do you want your neighbors to find out how much of slut you are?”
They probably know already. Nav shuddered as the sudden urge to have someone watching them slithered into his mind. If Derreck saw them now, would he be jealous? Or would he be so hard that not even his zipper would be able to hold him back?
Nodding, he gripped the sheets with his tangled hands. His shirt was close to falling off, but he didn’t want the restraint to disappear. It was what he had wanted when they’d walked into the Still room. It hadn’t been Derreck’s fault that he wasn’t Trick.
Trick moved, stroking and squeezing Nav’s ass like the fucking sadist he was. Nav barely kept his groans behind his teeth by sealing his lips and breathing solely through his stuffy nose. He shuffled his legs wide as Trick spread his cheeks, his breath ghosting against his hole.
He’d prepared himself in the halfway hope that he would get lucky, despite Derreck’s insistence that sex was off the table. How many times have I heard that?
Luckily, Nav’s two-week stint as a Boy Scout had taught him two things. The first, and most impressive, was how to build a fire in the pouring rain, although he usually cheated with gasoline and a lighter instead of the waterproof matches, dryer lint and tiny bits of kindling that he’d learned with.
The second was to be prepared. As a kid, that meant extra snacks in case he got lost on his short walk home from school. As an adult, it meant a shower and a deep clean if he was going to be within a five-block radius of a club or bar. He was never sure when he would meet Prince Charming or get fucked in an alley by a stranger.
At the first touch of Trick’s tongue, Nav almost broke his vow of silence. He tensed as he tried to keep the sound behind his lips, his back bowing as he clenched his fists in the sheets. His bed was a disaster, the fitted sheet already untucked and making its way across the mattress.
Rimming was one of the best things that had ever been invented, but it was surprising how many guys didn’t want to do it. Maybe it was the fact that he’d stuck to short-term relationships with guys who didn’t want to put their tongue inside someone they barely knew.
Trick didn’t seem to have any qualms as he flicked his tongue over the rim of Nav’s hole before he pushed inside. It was hot, wet and fucking perfect, with none of the burn that Nav had been expecting when things had started to get heated. He’d half expected Trick to shove his cock inside as soon as Nav had been stripped of his pants, but as usual, Trick had surprised him.
Trick swirled his tongue, seemingly going for it one hundred percent and not half-assing it with two licks before he called it a day. Nav was ready to bare every part of himself to Trick and give himself over whole-heartedly.
Trick speared him with one finger alongside his tongue, then two before Nav could adjust to the first. He waited until Trick was knuckle deep before he clamped down with all his strength, reveling in the aching burn that flared to life.
“Damn,” said Trick, letting out a shuddering breath as he scraped his teeth over Nav’s sore ass. “Such a good boy.”
Nav preened, relaxing and rolling back onto Trick’s fingers before clamping down again, as if he could milk Trick’s cock through his hand. The sound that Trick made was probably illegal in most provinces.
“Lube and condoms?” asked Trick, as he withdrew and moved toward the nightstand.
“Wait,” said Nav, his tangled wrists halting his momentum as he tried to reach the drawer first, sending him face-first into the mattress.
“Condoms are non-negotiable, and I think you deserve lube today,” said Trick as reached for the drawer. He closed his hand over the knob and Nav’s breath caught.
“That’s not it…shit.” Nav sucked in a breath as Trick pulled the drawer wide and his blond eyebrows jumped. “I know you told me not to Google search, but I-I went a bit…overboard. I should know better than to shop when I’m horny.”
Groaning, Nav ducked, smooshing his face back into the comforter, and flushing as Trick pulled a leather flogger from the drawer. The strips were genuine leather and the website had claimed that it was for beginners, even though it looked so similar to the torture device that Nav remembered from the club. The real difference was the color—the handle a sparkling blue with dyed leather to match.
“It has a nice weight, but I think you can take more,” said Trick, tossing the flogger on the bed as if it were the most natural thing. “I like this, too, but we are nowhere near there yet.” A blue studded collar dangled from his fingertips, the shade matching the flogger perfectly.
Nav groaned, attempting to smother himself into unconsciousness or something more permanent. He’d caught a brief glance of a couple at the club—a Master and their pet more likely—and it had instantly intrigued him. He’d wrapped the collar around his neck as soon as it had arrived, and goosebumps had broken out over his skin.
“These are nice. I’m sensing a theme.”
Nav glanced up at the string of anal beads dangling from Trick’s fingers. They were the same shade of blue, even though he’d purchased them two years before when he’d been going through a drought. There was a matching plug and dildo that had come with it as a set, but he’d moved those to the spare room after the new additions.
“I think this one is my favorite, though.” Trick held up the only object that was black in the entire drawer. The plug seemed fairly thin and was definitely easy on the way in. If it wasn’t for the bulb that inflated it to an exceptional size, it would hardly be noteworthy.
“What inspired this, slut?” Trick held the plug, twisting the knob before pumping the bulb. His eyes went dark as he watched it expand, doubling then tripling in size as he continued to pump. “You can answer, but don’t think I’ve forgotten about how you broke your promise to stay silent.”
A thrill ran up Nav’s spine as he wondered what the punishment would entail. Would he be flogged over his already-inflamed cheeks? Or would Trick forget that he ever went to grab lube in the first place? Nav’s dormant cock twitched painfully at the idea, still throbbing from the overstimulation.
“I got it ’cause…well I thought that someday—maybe…or maybe not—you and Derreck?” Nav wilted. He was usually so confident, his shyness burned out of his system long ago. Trick always managed to pull it out, though.
“Derreck and I what?” Trick asked, his grin malicious. He let the air out of the plug with a hiss, the stretched plastic shrinking back to an unremarkable size.
“Would want to fuck me,” said Nav, sinking further. The humiliation was worse than when his mom had found his gay porn stash and had spent three days quizzing him on why he thought he was gay. “I like dick,” had not been a clear enough statement.
“I’ve already fucked you with no prep, and Derreck’s not much bigger than me. I don’t think you need this for that.” He twirled the plug and squeezed the soft, deflated rubber.
“No, I meant, at the same time. You’d fuck me at the same time,” said Nav, letting out an exasperated sigh. Trick was just being an asshole.
“I would pound your ass and Derreck would fuck that pretty little mouth of yours if we were fucking you at the same time. That still doesn’t explain the plug.” Trick furrowed his forehead and Nav held back his curse.
“I wanted you both in my ass at the same time. Two thick cocks stretching me so wide that I needed an inflatable plug to open me up first,” said Nav, his voice deadpan as he lost his patience.
“Oh,” said Trick, as if he was just finally understanding. Liar. “I hate to break it to you, but Derreck doesn’t fuck his subs. You’ll have to be content with just my dick for now.”
Nav flushed hotter, shaking his head. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t…” He had only been hopeful that someday something like that would happen to him. After a night of Internet searching and porn, he had made a few impulse buys.
“Don’t apologize for something you want, slut, even if it is nasty.” Trick’s grin stretched wide as he tossed the toys back into the drawer, grabbing the tube of lube and two condoms out of the super econo box that Nav had in there.
“I don’t have extra-large,” said Nav as he watched Trick pull the condom from the package and eye it up. He hadn’t wanted to get his hopes up.
“Turn around with your ass up.” Trick’s voice dropped, all playfulness disappearing as he tugged the zipper on his jeans. It was only after Nav turned around and planted his face back into the sheets that he heard the cap of the lube popping open.
Cool, thick gel smoothed over his hole before Trick jammed two fingers in deep to coat his walls. It was the best lube that Nav could afford, and it usually lasted forever, but he wasn’t sure it would hold up against a cock the size of Trick’s.
Licking his lips, he leaned back, peering over his shoulder. Trick’s gaze was glued to his ass, and where his fingers were disappearing over and over, spreading wide each time to stretch Nav out. He was still fully clothed, with only his cock peeking through the zipper in his jeans, looking bigger and thicker than Nav remembered. He still couldn’t believe that he had managed to take it raw.
Their eyes met and the corner of Trick’s lips quirked as he lunged ahead, burying his fist in Nav’s hair and pushing his face back down onto the bed, twisting to the side so Nav could still breathe. The blunt head of his covered cock lined up with Nav’s opening, feeling like it would never fit inside him.
One thrust, and Trick eased into him, stealing the breath from his lungs and driving his cock directly into Nav’s prostate with brutal steadiness. Nav let out a strangled cry, before fighting it down, refusing to break his silent promise again so soon. His soft cock dribbled as his prostate was battered and Trick rocked his hips, forcing himself deeper and deeper as he split Nav wide.
