Little Square of Cloth (2 page)

Carefully, gently, Rupert used the black hankie to clean his prick off, then wiped the inside of his jeans as well.

“Is this real?” he whispered, swallowing over and over.

“If it isn’t, it’s the best fantasy ever, isn’t it?”

“God, yes.”

Grinning, Rupert stroked his cock a few times. “You have a stunning prick, boy.”

“Do I? I like it.”

Rupert chuckled this time. “That’s important. I like mine, too. Do you want to see it?”

“Yes. Please.” Peter wanted to touch, see, taste. All the things.

Rupert took his hands and placed them on the laces of the leather pants. “Go for it.”

Peter worked the laces open, careful not to ruin anything. Those pants had to cost the earth and hell, and something had had to die for Rupert to wear them.

“Mmm. Taking your time. I like your control.”

“I don’t like upsetting things,” Peter admitted. Probably why he would still be in the closet if it wasn’t for Girard.

“You need them shaken up, I think.”

Peter didn’t know what to say about that, so he didn’t.

“Don’t take too much time, though. You wouldn’t want me to think you weren’t eager.”

“I... I don’t. No. I’m sorry.” Shit, he was already messing this up.

Rupert cupped his cheek. “Shh. Shh. Easy, boy. You’re good.”

The touch was damn near his undoing, and he shook his head. “I’m not any good at this.”

“Honey, you haven’t even tried any of this yet to judge that.”

“You must think I’m the biggest pussy on earth. I’m just new.” He just didn’t know how to do any of this.

“I tell you what, boy, I’m making your first rule for you. No putting yourself down, or you will get punished. And I don’t think you’re a pussy. I think you’re a sweet virgin.”

Rule. Punishment. Pure erotic desire slammed through him, making his hips roll.

“A sweet virgin who is a huge bottom boy. You just don’t realize it yet, how true that is.”

His lips parted, and he managed to get Rupert’s leathers open. The man was hung like a bull moose, thick and fat and long. Oh, God, it was beautiful.

Rupert smiled for him. “You like what you see.”

“You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you. You can touch, suck... whatever you want.”

“Thank you.” He took his courage in both hands, right along with that fine cock, and dared to lick a long line up along the heated flesh.

It twitched against his tongue, and Rupert groaned for him. Salty, vaguely soapy, and heady -- the flavor of his first cock was an instant addiction.

One of Rupert’s hands dropped to his head and stroked over it. “Keep going, boy. Follow your instincts.”

“Yes, Sir.” Peter licked the tip and traced around the ridge at the head.

Moaning for him, Rupert made it pretty clear he was doing well.

The flavors fascinated him, and his hips began to move, rocking in time with the motions of his tongue.

“You’re a natural, boy.”

He would have thanked Rupert, but his mouth was full and that would be rude.

Shifting, Rupert spread his legs just a little wider, and the scent of leather filled Peter’s nose. A low, long moan escaped him, pure need.

“That’s it, boy. We should both enjoy this.”

He nodded, lips slipping over the swollen head, bobbing and taking more in.

“One day you’ll be able to take me in to the root.”

That fat, heavy cock? Peter couldn’t imagine it. Hell, a quarter of it filled his mouth.

“You just need to keep practicing.” Rupert gave him a wink, but there was a husky, needy note to his words now.

Peter nodded again, beginning to pull, to suck.

“Yes. Yes. That’s good.” Rupert stroked his head over and over.

The praise filled him, and his hips sawed, cock fucking the air as he sucked.

“What if I told you that you weren’t allowed to come until I said so?” Rupert asked.

That made Peter tighten, made him suck harder as excitement zipped down his spine.

“Would you do that for me? Hold back until I gave you the command to come for me?”

Christ, yes. He pulled harder, caught in the web Rupert was weaving.

“And if you didn’t, if you couldn’t hold it until I ordered your orgasm, I would have to spank you. Turn that pretty little bottom of yours quite rosy.”

Peter’s entire body went hard. Oh, God. Oh, God. No talking.

“That’s what would happen if I was your Master. I’d make you suck me like you are now, and I’d grab your head like this.” Rupert grabbed his head in both hands. “And I’d fuck your mouth like this.” Hips moving, Rupert pushed the head of his cock a little deeper, then pulled it back, then in again.

Peter cried out, bowing over Rupert’s cock, his desperate sounds muffled by the thick flesh spreading his lips.

“And I’d order you not to come, and when you did -- without my permission -- I would punish you. Spank you.” Rupert’s cock sawed along Peter’s tongue as he spoke.

The world stopped. Peter’s hands wrapped around the base of Rupert’s shaft, the flavor of the man on his tongue, and Peter came, shooting without a touch.

***

Rupert groaned as the scent of Peter’s come rose up to his nose. He was so fucking turned on, it wasn’t funny. He kept moving his cock, careful not to push too hard, not to force his prick into Peter’s throat.

“Gonna have to punish you for that,” he told Peter. How the fuck had he lucked into this beautiful, wide-eyed boy? This needy man? He held Peter’s gaze as he moved, hips jerking as he got close. “I’m going to come in your mouth, boy. Don’t lose a drop.”

The needy, wanton expression in Peter’s eyes was what pushed him over, and he came hard, spunk pouring out of him.

Peter swallowed over and over, trying so earnestly to take it all in, to do as he’d been bid.

Rupert let his cock pull back slightly, so Peter didn’t feel like it was too much. And he stroked Peter’s head, enjoying the little zings that moved through him each time Peter swallowed or licked at his cock.

Fuck, there was nothing like a first time.

Smiling down at Peter, he let his hands fall, let Peter decide if he was done or if he wanted to keep licking and sucking. Rupert was good either way -- if Peter was ready to stop, there was that punishment to administer. Peter moaned around him, the sound vibrating, threatening to keep him hard.

“You’ve a magical mouth, boy.” He loved how any praise made those lean cheeks pink. “I do believe I want to keep you, boy.”

Peter moaned, lips popping off his prick.

“Would you like that?” he asked.

“I don’t know what it means.” Peter nodded though, hungry baby.

“It means I want to be your Master. I want us to be together.” He couldn’t bear the thought of anyone else sharing all of Peter’s firsts.

“Can we? Are there rules?”

“We can. And we make our own rules.” He reached for Peter’s arm and drew him to the couch.

Peter stared at him, eyes wide as saucers, cock hard again, spunk drying on his jeans. Smiling, he stroked Peter’s cheek. That was where this coming business had started. He had a feeling his sweet boy wasn’t finished yet, either.

“Tell me all the things you’ve fantasized about.” Rupert wanted to know absolutely everything.

“I...I don’t know. I spend a lot of time in chat rooms.”

“Then you do know.” He knew it was hard to verbalize, especially for the first time.

“I think... submission, the idea of it, it turns me on.”

“So the fact that I’m a master turns you on as much as my touching you for the first time.”

“It’s all wrapped up together, isn’t it?”

Clever boy.

Smiling, Rupert nodded. “Indeed. Now we need to discuss a few things before we go on. The first thing is a safe word. You should never, ever play with anyone if he hasn’t asked you for your safe word.” As much as he hated the idea of Peter playing with anyone else, he hated the idea of Peter not being safe more.

Peter nodded, “I know about those. Cobalt. That’s the one I chose.”

“Does it have a significance?” This lovely boy was absolutely intriguing, and Rupert wanted to know everything about him.

“If you add it to glass, it’s the color of my eyes.”

“They are beautiful eyes.” As was the rest of the boy.

“Thank you. I like them.” Peter glanced up at him. “Is that vain?”

“No, I don’t think so. You should know what your best features are.” He smiled into those blue eyes. “Now, what do you think a good punishment would be for coming when you were told not to?”

“A good punishment? What makes it good?”

Rupert appreciated the fact that while Peter might be a virgin and new to all of this, he was not in the least stupid.

“Maybe appropriate would be a better word.”

“Appropriate...” Peter’s head tilted. “Well, appropriate would be to have me not orgasm or something to do with orgasms, but you said spanking and it’s important to set rules and boundaries, although we haven’t formalized anything...” Someone lived in his own head a lot.

“Boy.” He took Peter’s face between his hands. “Breathe. What do you
want
as your punishment?”

“I... I want to. I want to know. I mean, I’ve spanked myself but...”

“Spanking is an excellent punishment. I’ll give you ten swats for disobeying my order not to come.”

“Yes, Sir. I mean, am I supposed to say sorry?”

Rupert chuckled. “No, boy. I know you’re not sorry -- don’t ever lie to me.”

“Yes, Sir. I’m curious.”

“And you want to know how punishments feel, especially spanking. You will. We need to finish stripping you down first.” Rupert was going to enjoy every inch as it was revealed. He wasn’t the only one -- Peter’s eyes were on him, expression eager.

He pulled Peter’s shirt up over his head, then ordered the boy to stand. Peter stood, trembling for him, eager and nervous.

“Take your jeans off, boy. You let me see you.”

“I hope I don’t disappoint.”

“You won’t.” He was sure of it.

Peter was well formed, lean and on the small side, but lovely. He had a beautiful cock, large for his size, long, and already curving eagerly toward his belly, so soon after coming. Twice.

He could imagine that lean body with decorations, modifications. Tiny nipple rings, skin shaved bare.

“You should know, boy, that I’m not in the least bit disappointed.”

Peter beamed for him. “Oh. Oh, good. I’m glad.”

“Me, too.” He stood and pressed up against Peter, letting his new boy feel his skin, the leather of his pants, his cock pressed against Peter’s belly.

Peter’s eyes rolled, expression delicious.

“You’re a hot little number.”

“You’re like a wet dream come to life.”

He liked that, liked that Peter thought so. “Your wet dream come to life,” he suggested.

“Yes.”

He stroked Peter’s ass, fingers just barely sensitizing the pale skin. “Ten swats, boy. I’m going to paint this sweet ass rosy.”

“Ten swats.” That was much more excited than worried.

It made him chuckle, and he nodded, sitting. “You’ll lie over my lap, and I’ll put your cock between my legs, let you rub up against my leathers.”

“Can...can I ask a question? Please?” So polite.

“Absolutely. Never be afraid to ask questions. Unless you’ve been ordered to be silent.”

“Will it... The leather... Will it mess up my cock? I mean, I know that, once, when I jacked off too long without lube, I made the skin mess up, pull too hard.” Fuck, that was cute as hell.

“I imagine your pretty prick will be leaking enough to keep things lubricated, but if you’re experiencing pain, you can tell me ‘leather’ and we’ll do something about it.”

Peter nodded, offered him a shaky smile.

Sitting, Rupert patted his thighs. “Come on. I know you want it.”

“I do.” Peter draped himself over Rupert’s legs, breath coming fast.

He reached between his legs, made sure Peter’s cock was well-positioned. That pretty prick fit between his thighs, Peter’s amazing ass pale and round and firm. He rubbed it for a moment, getting his boy used to his touch. It didn’t take but a couple of touches before Peter began to rock, shifting into his thighs. Very good.

“Okay, I’m going to start,” he told Peter. “I want you to count each one.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you?”

“You’re welcome.” He let his hand drop onto Peter’s ass. The blow wasn’t harsh, just solid, firm, and Peter offered him a tiny moan. “Was that a number, boy?”

“One. One, I’m sorry. One.”

“That’s better. I won’t remind you again, so don’t forget.”

“I won’t. I won’t. I swear.”

“It’s okay, I’ll just keep spanking you until you’ve counted to ten.”

Peter made a sound very much like a peep.

Biting back his chuckle, Rupert laid down a second swat.

“Two.” Peter grabbed his leg.

“Better.” He hit Peter’s pert ass again.

Peter counted to six, then his blows got harder. Rupert gave Peter a moment to say seven, then hit him again when it didn’t happen.
Come on, boy
. He silently willed Peter to say seven.

“S...seven. Seven.”

“Good boy. You are allowed to come if you need to.” He gave Peter another hard swat.

“Eight!” Peter’s legs kicked out.

His boy’s ass was turning a lovely shade of pink.

“Two more, boy.”

“Uh-huh.” Peter’s breath was hitching.

Rupert rubbed and then swatted, the hardest one yet. Peter jerked forward, almost losing his purchase. He caught Peter up, made sure his boy wasn’t going to fall. Then he spanked number nine again, waiting on the word.

“Nine! Nine! Please!”

“One more, boy. For coming without my permission.” He liked reinforcing the “lesson”. He spanked Peter one more time and waited for the count.

“Ten.” Tears were beginning to flow from Peter, Rupert could hear it in the catch in Peter’s breath, the waver of his voice.

“So good, boy. I’m so proud of you.” He rubbed Peter’s ass, rubbing in the burn.

“I...I did okay?”

“You took the punishment beautifully.” He pulled Peter up and into his lap.

The lean cheeks were streaked with tears, but Peter’s hips pushed back against his touch.