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"Good," murmured Zechs, and he walked around behind Treize, letting
the crop trail over his arm and shoulder as he went. He stopped
behind the older man, taking a moment to just admire the view.
Treize's body was just spectacular, especially when displayed this
way. And all his.
Zechs decided to start with Treize's ass, because that was where
most people could take the most pain. There was more padding there
than elsewhere. "Remember your safewords," he reminded Treize, then
snapped the crop across one buttock. He paused to gauge the reaction.
Treize gasped, muscles clenching as he felt the sting, and he
moaned. "Thank you, sir," he whispered, and Zechs grinned.
Zechs started slowly, bringing the crop to bear on various parts of
Treize's ass and upper thighs. He never hit the same spot twice;
with a small implement like a crop, it wasn't difficult to keep from
overlapping the blows. He watched Treize carefully, and gradually
increased the intensity of the blows until his skin was glowing
almost uniformly pink.
Finally he stepped around to the front of Treize. He himself was
achingly hard now, but he gave no indication of it. Treize, however,
wasn't holding back. The older man was panting and flushed, and his
cock was wet. Zechs didn't doubt that the slightest touch right now
would bring him off, and he wondered briefly if Treize could come
just from this. He waited until Treize looked up at him. "I don't
suppose I have to tell you that coming without permission would
"Yes, sir," Treize panted. "I can control myself."
"Good boy," Zechs said, smiling. "You're doing very well. I'll allow
you to ask for what you want next." He might not do it, of course,
but he wanted to judge what Treize wanted.
Treize's eyes fluttered closed and he licked his lips before looking
up at Zechs again. "Please, sir," he moaned. "Want... want you...
want you to fuck me." He paused, then added, "Fuck me hard. Use me.
Those words were just what Zechs liked to hear. "That sounds like a
lovely idea," he said, as neutrally as if he was discussing what to
have for lunch. But inside his hormones were raging. "But I think
you haven't quite earned that right."
"Please, sir," Treize said immediately. "What can I do to earn it?
To prove how much I..." he whimpered and went on, "How much I want
Oh god. Zechs was sure he wasn't going to survive this. Treize
talking dirty... begging for his cock... this was one night he was
never going to forget. But there was one other thing he wanted
first. He walked over and lowered the restraints slowly, letting
Treize adjust. Then he walked over and released the restraints, and
stood in front of the older man. "I want you to suck my cock,
Treize." Just saying the words was erotic.
Treize gave a small gasp and dropped immediately to his knees. In
the proper stance. "Yes, please, sir, let me suck you," he said,
voice trembling. "May I?"
"You may," Zechs said, running his hand proprietarily through
Treize's hair. "You can use both your hands and your mouth to please
me, until I tell you to stop."
"Thank you, sir," breathed Treize, as if Zechs had granted his
fondest wish, and Zechs knew he was deep into headspace. Treize
looked up at Zechs, and he nodded.
Treize reached up with trembling hands and unfastened Zechs' pants
carefully. He eased them down enough so that he could free the other
man's rock hard cock.
Zechs suppressed a moan as he watched Treize wrap one hand around
his length and bring it to his mouth. A tongue flicked out, tasting
him, before licking all around the tip. Then Treize eased him into
his mouth, treating the hard flesh almost reverentially.
Zechs' eyes wanted to close, to enjoy this experience, but the sight
of Treize doing this to him was nearly as good as the wet heat of
his mouth. Treize was good at this. Perhaps a bit out of practice,
but the talent was there. And with every moment he got more
Soon he was moving his head up and down, sucking on Zechs' cock,
letting his tongue tease the tip every so often. He used one hand to
keep the hard length at the right angle and the other to steady
himself on Zechs' thigh.
It took everything that Zechs had to keep his breathing even and not
thrust harshly into that mouth. All too soon, he had to stop him.
"Treize," he said, his voice as calm as he could make it. "You can
stop. You've proven you deserve to be fucked."
Almost reluctantly, Treize pulled off Zechs' cock, looking up at the
blond man with reddened, swollen lips. "Thank you, sir," he
Zechs' arousal ratcheted another notch higher. "Take my boots and
pants off," he ordered, not giving any more specific orders than
"Yes, sir," Treize said, and he bent to slip off the blond man's
boots and socks off. He placed them carefully aside then proceeded
to peel the tight leather trousers the rest of the way off. Treize
was careful and methodical and Zechs couldn't wait to be inside him.
Finally, Zechs was as naked as Treize, and he noticed Treize looking
at him almost shyly. He smiled, and released his hair from its tie.
He shook it loose and said, "You can look at me, Treize. Don't be
Treize lifted his head a little more boldly, and let his eyes roam
over Zechs' golden skin. "Thank you, sir." He blushed lightly.
Zechs let him look for a moment, then said, "Go lie on the bed, on
your stomach, legs spread."
Treize gasped softly, as if he couldn't believe he was going to get
what he wanted so badly. He crawled over to the bed, climbed up on
it and positioned himself as instructed. Zechs watched, then went
over to the cabinet to get a tube of lubrication. Then he walked
back to the bed. He knew this position would only serve to make
Treize feel even more submissive, which was what he wanted. What
they both wanted.
Zechs got behind Treize, kneeling between his spread legs, and
positioned a pillow under the older man's hips. That raised his
hips, opening him more, and said, "Spread wider." Not because he
really needed Treize open more, but for the psychological effect of
deliberately exposing himself.
Treize whimpered, and spread his legs as wide as they would go.
Zechs could see him desperately try not to rub against the pillow
under his hips. The slight friction on his cock should be maddening.
"You want to be fucked, don't you, Treize?" Zechs purred. "Want me
to use your body for my pleasure like a good little slave?" He
opened the lube, and started to trace down his cleft with slick
"Oh god, yes, please, sir," Treize all but panted as Zechs touched
Inside, Zechs was just as ready as Treize, but it didn't show
anywhere but his hard, eager cock. He slipped one lubed finger
inside the older man, moving it in and out slowly. "How long since
anyone's taken you, Treize?" he asked. The man was incredibly tight.
"Y-years, sir," Treize answered softly, arching slightly to meet
Zechs had suspected that, but he'd wanted to hear it from Treize
himself. Treize hadn't let anyone take him for a long long time. And
now he wanted Zechs to do it. Perfect. He added another finger,
prepping him carefully and thoroughly. By the time he was satisfied,
Treize was panting and clutching handfuls of the bedsheets.
"Are you ready?" Zechs asked unnecessarily, withdrawing his fingers
and slicking his own cock.
"Yes, please, sir, please f-fuck me," moaned Treize, totally a
creature of need.
"I like the way you say that," hissed Zechs, gripping Treize's hips
and pulling him up onto his hands and knees. He watched as the new
position soaked into Treize's lust-addled brain. "Keep your head
down, ass up, and brace yourself."
He'd prepped Treize well, so Zechs knew he could enter him fast and
hard. That was the way he liked it. So he positioned his cock, and
in one smooth, hard thrust he filled Treize completely. He paused
for only a moment, to make sure Treize wasn't in any pain, then he
got a secure hold of the man's hips and started to fuck him in
Precisely angled thrusts, just on the edge of savage, and Zechs
allowed himself a low growl. He'd been hard for what seemed like
hours, playing with Treize, and he was more than ready for release.
So was Treize, by the sound of him. The older man was panting and
moaning, face pressed into the bed, taking every stroke. As much as
Zechs would have loved to fuck Treize all night, both of them needed
to come, and soon.
So the blond man leaned forward and wrapped his hand around Treize's
cock, stroking it quickly. "You can come now," he whispered, still
The words were barely out of Zechs' mouth when Treize gave a keening
cry and started to climax violently. The man tightened even more
around him, and he could feel the pulses run through Treize's cock
as he pumped out his seed.
Only then did Zechs allow himself to come; he came more quietly but
just as intensely, long blond hair hanging in his face. He lost
himself in the exquisite pleasure for a long moment before stilling
himself and pulling out.
Treize was still trembling; he helped him to lie down, and after a
moment's consideration, Zechs curled up behind him, wrapping one arm
around the older man's body.
They could discuss the ramifications later. For right now, they were
just two sated men who had fit together perfectly.