Saul stepped away, and the sound of the flogger swooping through the air behind him changed the energy between them completely. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
“I’m good where I am, Master?”
“Just fine for now. If you’re uncomfortable on your knees call out yellow and we’ll change it. But I don’t want you losing your balance, this is safer.”
“Yes, Sir.” Tall kneeling was familiar, comfortable, and a position he could hold.
He’d never tried to do this with a flogger, he admitted.
Saul rested both hands on the top of his shoulders, the gesture reassuring, steadying. “Ready?”
“Yes, Master. Ready.” He engaged his abs, his quads, and braced to accept his Sir’s will.
“Good boy.” His Master’s flogger came up from below and caught his ass, then the falls continued upward, gliding across his back and over the marks on the opposite shoulder.
He spread his thighs to make room for his heavy, aching balls. Every motion of the falls made lightning spread across his skin, and he caught himself gasping, groaning, unable to stop his sounds.
The blows continued making an “X” across his body until he lost count, lost himself in the repetition as the sting and the burn intensified.
“Gorgeous boy.” His Master’s voice seemed distant until the flogger cut between his thighs and licked at his balls.
His eyes went wide and he barked out a sharp scream, his orgasm shocking, stealing his breath as ropes of seed splashed on the window.
“Oh, very nice, boy. I’ll take that as a compliment.” His Master kept going, the falls of the flogger lapping at his piercings and flicking his sac. “And you’re welcome.”
“Th-thank you, Sir. Master. Oh sweet fuck.” The pleasure went on and on, making him dizzy. “Master.”
“My boy.” He knew his Master was pleased, he heard the low rumble in Saul’s voice. “I need your shoulders. Try this for me. Bend one knee up, a nice wide stance, and brace both hands on that knee. Let me know if you feel steady.”
He eased into a modified utthita ashwa sanchalansana, crescent pose, stretching his arms high before settling them on his knee. “Yes, Sir. Steady.”
Steady. Happy. Settled. Present.
“Beautiful. Yellow and red, remember. And I’d much prefer to hear yellow before red.” His Master went to work, the flogger falling in quick, short, stinging blows in a figure eight pattern on his shoulders; Down on the right, up on the left, and then the same thing reversed.
Troy swore he could feel every single hair on his body—from his head to his thighs. He panted, his muscles straining, and he knew he was going to have to change legs. “Master, yellow. I need to switch legs, please.”
“Good boy. Go ahead.”
As he moved he caught Saul pacing the room behind him shaking an arm out. “Your range is impressive. That’s what I get for taking on a bull rider.”
“You’re strong, Sir. I can feel everything.” He groaned as he stretched up this time, the burn deep, his muscles heavy. He’d never felt so in his own skin, so present.
“I am. And you’re still not contemplating stopping me yet.” His Master crouched in front of him, tugged on his nipple hardware and kissed him. “I’m going to have to switch it up though, boy, I don’t want to damage your shoulders. They’re striped to hell. You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Ever.”
Troy wanted to answer, to tell Saul he was good, but that kiss, the sweet tug in his nipples just made him stupid. “Master.”
“My love.” Saul smiled at him. “Bed. Surely there’s a pose in your practice that will stick that lovely ass in the air for me?”
“Dozens, Sir. I need you.” He smiled back, this wild joy bubbling up inside him. This wasn’t what he’d found with Geoff or with Arnie. It burned, and tomorrow it would hurt, but the pain part was a fraction of the whole.
“Mmm. Don’t want to wait another day. It’s been long enough. You’ve got me so hard I ache, boy.” Saul helped him to his feet. “Take it slow.”
“I’m buzzed, Master.” Saul said Troy should talk, so he babbled as he moved, sharing as best he could the way he felt home, how he was soaring.
“Gorgeous boy.” His Master got him settled on the bed, kissed him, helped him get comfortable. Then Saul tossed the sweats aside, showing him a heavy, hungry erection.
His words dried up like someone had turned off a faucet, and his lips parted.
“You want this? Come have a taste, boy.” Saul cupped a hand under his chin. “Come on.”
A whimper passed his lips. He more than wanted. Right this second, his name was need.
He reached out with his tongue, gathering a bitter salt that made him shiver, but only long enough to follow his Master’s lead and take Saul in deep.
“Yeah. Fuck, that’s good.” Saul’s fingers slid along his arm and hovered over his shoulder, almost but not quite touching his aching skin. “You look amazing.”
He hummed in thanks, using the sound to vibrate Saul’s cock, all the way in.
His Master’s moan was long and appreciative. “Jesus, don’t make me come, boy. I want to fuck you. We need that.”
Troy’s spine arched at Saul’s words, and his suction increased, his desire and agreement making him wild.
“Boy.” Saul touched him, a hot finger putting searing pressure on his back, drawing a line diagonally down his shoulder blade.
He stared up, eyes snapping to Saul’s, even as Sir’s prick popped out of his lips. “Master.”
He got a wicked grin. “Show me that ass.”
Troy spread his thighs, pushed his ass back, and offered himself totally, both sets of cheeks on fire.
“Damn, boy. That’s hot as fuck.” Saul’s fingers spread him without warning, tongue teasing sensitive skin.
Troy’s thoughts shattered, the world tightening down to the only thing that mattered—his Master.
There was cold lube and slick fingers, a condom wrapper landed on the bed, but nothing really registered until Sir’s cock breached him, stretched him slowly, a needy groan filling his ears. “Damn, boy. Tight.”
“Full.” He braced himself against the mattress. Their mattress.
“That’s right.” They started to move together, Saul’s hips thrusting forward as he rocked back. “Everywhere now. All over you. Inside you. So good.”
“Yes, Sir. Fuck, you’re my everything. Need you.” He couldn’t seem to shut up, but he needed Saul to understand where he was, soul deep.
“Mine.” Saul held his hips in strong fingers and took him hard, hips slapping into his stinging cheeks, relentless until they were both panting, their sounds filling the room.
He added his strength to Saul’s, sweat pouring from him as he fought for Saul’s pleasure. It wasn’t long until his Master was shaking, hips stuttering, so ready.
“Fuck, boy.” Saul’s voice sounded gone, shattered. “Gonna…” That heavy prick jerked and pulsed inside him as Saul shot. “Love you.”
“Love.” He eased himself onto the bed, his muscles and skin demanding relief.