He spent the next several minutes biting Mevi’s ass and thighs, loving the way he fisted the sheets, how his toes flexed and curled as he tried to bite back his own moans of pain and need. Doyle could do something as basic as pinch the man and Mevi’s cock hardened, he’d been so easily conditioned to be aroused by the pain.
And Doyle loved it.
Doyle released his grip in Mevi’s hair and straddled him, pinning Mevi’s arms along his side in the process. Leaning in, he bit the back of Mevi’s neck and let out a growl that drew a responding whining moan from Mevi.
“Maybe my boy needs a butt plug to wear all evening while he services his Sir’s cock.”
“Please, Sir, let your boy service you!”
He stretched his torso out over Mevi’s, all his weight on him, pinning him to the bed the way he knew the man loved.
One of the many things he’d admitted to Doyle during their long talks, that he loved it when Doyle immobilized him with his body. It made him feel safe.
Loved.
Owned.
He nipped the shell of Mevi’s left ear. “Maybe Sir should keep his boy horny all night and make him earn his next orgasm.”
“Whatever Sir wants to do. This boy is yours to do whatever you want.”
Doyle shifted a little, so his cock was nestled along the seam of Mevi’s ass. “Maybe I’ll fuck my boy’s ass all night and not let him come.”
“Please, Sir, use your boy!”
Another admission—it made Mevi hotter than hell to beg in the third person. He didn’t know why he loved it so much, couldn’t tell Doyle why it got him so hot, but the why didn’t matter in the end.
Doyle loved his boy, and loved making his boy hot.
Of course he wouldn’t make him wait until morning. Mevi was his good boy.
The trick was not letting Mevi know that. Mevi preferred it when he thought he had to beg.
Fortunately, Mevi’s need for begging dovetailed nicely with Doyle loving the way his boy begged for release.
He had tried locking Mevi into a chastity device, combined with a locking belt for a butt plug and with a cock ring built into it.
It’d made Mevi so horny he’d practically been humping Doyle’s leg all day.
Since Mevi had enjoyed it so much, it was something Doyle now held back as a special reward, the “threat” of it nearly making Mevi come.
Doyle sat up again. “Stay.”
Mevi didn’t move as Doyle got up and retrieved a towel, lube, a condom, and some rope. He was still looking for the perfect set of collar and cuffs for him to wear around the house. As far as he was concerned, the wedding band Mevi wore, as well as the ink, was all the day collar he needed his boy to wear.
Meanwhile, he liked the look of rope on his boy. Lucky for him, Mevi enjoyed being tied up.
He securely bound Mevi’s arms together over his head while he still lay facedown on the bed. Then he lubed Mevi’s ass thoroughly before rolling him onto his back.
Climbing onto him again, Doyle knelt over Mevi’s face, teabagging him, enjoying the way his boy eagerly sucked his balls into his mouth and lovingly laved his tongue over them. No hesitation at all in Mevi’s responses, all eagerness.
Outside their hard limits—which were few—Mevi wanted Doyle completely in charge in bed and for play. Being able to release control to the man he loved and trusted freed his lover in a way he’d never been able to experience before they’d come together.
His music had improved as a result, a creative explosion that had him happier than he’d felt in years.
“That’s it, boy. Suck your Sir’s balls. That load’s going in your ass in a few minutes. If you do a good job, I might let you come.”
Mevi’s needy moan vibrated through Doyle’s sac and nearly made him explode as Mevi doubled his already spectacular efforts. He wiped a drop of pre-cum off his slit and rose up enough to feed it to Mevi, who eagerly sucked it off his finger, before Doyle settled back into place again.
What Mevi didn’t know was that Doyle had found out from Clark where Mevi had his ink done, and had scheduled an appointment for them tomorrow. Doyle was going to have a matching tat put on his left wrist, the rune as well as the semi-colon, along with an M. And he was going to have a D added to Mevi’s right wrist.
That way they’d match, an extra bit of mental reinforcement for those times when Mevi had to travel and Doyle couldn’t be with him.
A tangible reminder of his Sir’s love for him.
He reached behind him, wrapping his fingers around Mevi’s hard cock. “Hmm. My boy is pretty excited, huh?”
“Mmm-hmm!”
Doyle slicked pre-cum down Mevi’s shaft and slowly pumped, not enough to get him off, just enough to make his blue balls nearly painful. “You were a good boy for me while I was on my calls. So patient. And you did bow without me telling you to. Maybe I should reward my boy. How well can you beg with my balls in your mouth?”
Mevi started a pleading, needy, mumbling round of begging that had Doyle nearly coming from how his voice vibrated through his sac, while also forcing him to hold back his laughter from how desperate he sounded. Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer and rose up.
“Okay. Good boy.” He leaned in and kissed him, sucking on his lower lip before getting up and changing position to kneel between Mevi’s thighs. “My cock needs to be buried in someone’s ass, right now.”
Mevi watched him, desperation and sexual need glazing his eyes, his subspace deep. Doyle rolled the condom on and coated his cock with lube before pushing Mevi’s legs up, his ankles on Doyle’s shoulders. He pressed the head of his cock against Mevi’s rim but didn’t breach.
“Beg for it, boy.”
“Please fuck your boy’s ass, Sir! Your boy needs his Sir’s cock in his ass! Please come in your boy’s ass!”
He thrust, hard, balls-deep in one stroke and nearly coming as Mevi let out a satisfied groan of his own. Planting his hands on either side of Mevi’s head, he stared down into his boy’s eyes. “Mine,” he whispered. “Only cock that will ever be in this ass, except for toys.” He smiled down at him. “Don’t worry. I’ll pick a couple of toys you can take with you on tour and I’ll video chat with you while you fuck yourself with them.”
He leaned in, enjoying the way Mevi’s ass flexed around his sheathed cock. “I’ll make you beg to be allowed to come first, though,” he whispered. “And I know my good boy won’t touch his cock if I tell him he can’t come, will he?”
“No, Sir, your boy won’t touch his cock if Sir says no.”
He nipped Mevi’s lower lip, the other man raising his head to try to follow him when he ended the kiss. He felt Mevi’s stiff cock throbbing where it was trapped between their bodies.
“Such a good boy for me,” he said. “I’m so proud of my boy.” He took one stroke, falling still again buried deep inside Mevi, knowing if he didn’t time this just right he’d be exploding too soon. Fucking Mevi’s sweet, tight ass always did this to him. Like the two of them were made to fit together like this.
He nibbled Mevi’s neck, at the base of his throat. “I’m going to have the publicity department send me the raw video of every concert,” he murmured against Mevi’s throat. “At the beginning of every concert, so I know my boy is thinking about me, I want my boy to kiss his ink before he starts playing the first song. Understood?”
Mevi’s cock twitched. “Yes, Sir! Your boy promises!”
He wondered how long before someone got a hi-res image of Mevi’s ink and fan pics started popping up of people getting the same marks, not knowing what they even meant.
It didn’t matter.
He didn’t care.
Mevi knew what they meant, and why he’d gotten them, and so did Doyle. To Doyle, they were the ultimate statement of trust and love, at a time when he hadn’t deserved either from this man.
“Who do you belong to?”
“This boy belongs to Sir. This boy is Sir’s boy, Sir’s ass, Sir’s cock, S
ir’s mouth. This boy’s body belongs to Sir.”
Doyle slowly long-stroked, loving the moan it drew from Mevi. Right now the man was bent nearly in half, his thighs pressed against his chest. This was actually the perfect time to tell him about tomorrow’s surprise.
“You’re getting new ink tomorrow.”
A shiver of anticipation rippled through Mevi’s body. “Yes, Sir.”
“Do you want to know what it is?”
“If Sir wants to tell this boy.”
Doyle bit the inside of Mevi’s left calf. “You’re getting a D added. My first initial. And I’m getting matching ink.” He detailed it, Mevi softly moaning through the description. “I want you to know I’m as committed to you as you are to me.”
“Yes, Sir, thank you!”
He slipped a hand between them and found Mevi’s cock. “On our one-year anniversary, we’ll get my initials tattooed on your right ankle.” His fingers squeezed Mevi’s cock. “Maybe every year on our anniversary, I’ll get you a small piece of ink somewhere inconspicuous, to remind you who owns you.”
Mevi shuddered, his body struggling not to try to rock against Doyle.
“My good boy may come.” He started to fuck Mevi, still holding his cock, and the explosion happened almost immediately. Mevi let out a gasping cry as his cum, hot and sticky, exploded from his cock, coating both their stomachs and Doyle’s hand.
Doyle wasn’t far behind him. When Mevi’s ass started to spasm around Doyle’s cock, he stopped holding back, filling the condom as his own climax broke free.
Falling still, he had a grip on Mevi’s softening cock. When he looked, he realized there were tears in Mevi’s eyes.
“Are you okay?”
Mevi nodded, smiling. “You mean it?”
“Mean what?”
“The ink. The tats. All of it.”
“I absolutely did. That wasn’t just talk to get you hot.”
“Please kiss me.”
Doyle leaned in, tracing Mevi’s lips with his tongue before kissing him. “Any regrets?”
“Only that I didn’t break contract in Chicago and search like hell for you sooner.”
That would be Doyle’s lifelong regret, that he’d left the way he had without talking to Mevi first.
“You’ll always know where I am from now on. Or, know where I should be. I promise. If you can’t get hold of me, it’ll only be because I’m either talking to a client or on a plane or have no cell signal or something.”
Mevi nodded. “Thank you, Sir.”
Doyle nuzzled his nose against Mevi’s. “Does someone want to stay tied up while I order pizza?”
Fortunately, they now had credit cards listed in the name of an LLC that belonged to both of them, so they could order stuff with relative anonymity.
“Yes, please, Sir.”
He’d also discovered Mevi loved being kept tied up and hand-fed by him.
Anything he could do for his guy to make him happy, he would.
Doyle untangled himself from Mevi and cleaned up, bringing back a warm, damp washcloth for Mevi to clean him up, too. After putting in the order online, he pulled on a pair of shorts and turned the bedroom TV on while Mevi curled up next to him. He’d tied Mevi’s arms so he could pull them down in front of him, and loosely enough that, had Mevi wanted to, he could easily slide out of the bindings himself.
He didn’t want to.
He wanted to lie there, sated, content.
Happy.
Doyle ruffled a hand through his hair. “Whatcha thinkin’?”
“Nothing, Sir. Enjoying my time out of mind.”
Doyle smiled. “Was Clark serious about chartering a plane for the whole European leg of the next tour?”
“Yes, Sir. He did the calculations and it’ll be cheaper to transport us and the gear that way. And easier to schedule, because we’ll be on our own schedule, not an airline’s schedule. The crew won’t have to truck everything around, either. I mean, long-haul.”
“Hmm.”
“What?” He tipped his head back to look at Doyle.
Doyle smiled. “I think we’re going to be joining the mile-high club several times during that part of the tour.” He kissed him. “In fact, there will be several nights you’ll be on stage singing with a load of my cum filling your ass.”
Mevi’s cock twitched as the man softly moaned. “Yes, Sir.”
The man had spent the majority of his adult life alone and celibate out of fear. Doyle was determined to make it up to him as much as possible. “Maybe you’d better get used to playing and singing with a butt plug in place.”
Mevi shivered as his cock fully inflated. “Yes, Sir.”
Doyle grinned. “You’ll have to wait until after dinner for round two. And that one, you’ll definitely have to work for. I let you off easy this time.”
Mevi pressed his head harder against Doyle’s shoulder. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
“Hey.”
Mevi met his gaze, but he’d already slipped back into subspace. Or more deeply than he had been before.
“Love you, Mal.”
A contented sigh escaped him. “Love you, too, D.”
Doyle rested his head against Mevi’s to watch TV and await their pizza.
Yeah, this was time out of mind for him, too.
Perfection.
THE END
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