Page 8 of Justice For Me

A part of him screamed that he should stop, he loved and belonged to Megan. The Dom in him demanded that he continue initiating his virgin victim into the beautiful art of submission. It’d been so long since this side of him had been allowed to come out and play and the need…the desire to dominate couldn’t be cast aside. He couldn’t ignore the soft puffs and whimpers escaping from behind the ball gag of the boy so erotically displayed before him.

Reaching down, he grabbed a handful of silky blonde hair and carefully pulled the boy into a standing position to find, just as he had suspected, a rock hard cock begging for release. Pre come oozed from the slit on the swollen and discolored head until some actually ran down his beautiful length. Experience and a lifetime of playing BDSM games told him this could easily go in two different directions, the boy would, once calmed down, become ashamed that he had responded to another man and to being spanked on his bare ass and go into a pathetic state of denial or he could start down the dark path of training to be a submissive.

At first glance, Justice hadn’t sent out any subtle messages of being submissive and certainly hadn’t sent out any messages of being gay or bisexual. Hell, he fucked every female he could nail whenever an opportunity had presented itself. His personality was arrogant and in-your-face, daring you to challenge him. Never in his life had Malachi misinterpreted someone’s behavior so poorly. Perhaps he was good and truly pussy whipped.

His finger traced down the boy’s spine, loving how it jerked and quivered beneath his touch, until he came to where his hands were still tightly cuffed and resting against his lower back, right above that cherry-red bubble ass. Removing a key from his pocket, he slipped it into the locks, removed the cuffs and then quickly unlocked the ball gag and tossed it aside. Then, he waited. This was the moment of truth.

Justice’s breathing was no longer steady as he started to drift away from the lovely sub space he’d been playing in. His heart started thundering in his chest so hard that Malachi could see it thumping beneath the golden chest.

Malachi stepped closer, holding his own breath and bumping his cock, intimidatingly hard but still trapped in the denim of his jeans, against the boy’s ass as a warning. “Your submission was fucking beautiful,” he whispered as he nipped the sensitive spot between a shoulder blade and the neck.

The boy was quivering like an unbroken stallion, pondering its next move. Continue to fight or submit and be ridden? It was clear what the body wanted…but what would the mind say?

Justice’s arms fell limply to his sides as he waited for what was going to happen next. This feeling…these wild emotions racing through his body, this is what he’d been searching for. The rush he had been craving. He was pretty fucking pissed that he’d found it at the hands of a man but he wasn’t stupid enough to do anything to risk losing it. He didn’t think he was anywhere near ready to get his ass fucked by a dude, but the pain from Malachi’s punishment and the feeling of being totally dominated…it had been fucking delicious, the very thing that had always been just out of his grasp.

“Uh…okay?”What the fuck did you say to something like that? Malachi was beyond weird but he had just rocked his fucking world.

Malachi chuckled softly at the response from Justice. His eyes looked forward, directly into the glass panes of the windows. It was pitch black outside which meant he could see both him and Justice in the window pane like it was a huge mirror. The boy in front of him had a magnificent body created solely for the pleasure of its master. He was tall and slender but had well-defined lean muscles covering practically every inch. Shoulders were wide, pecs and abs ripped, a sexy V starting at his hip bones and dipping to cradle that thick and long cock…which was wide awake and begging for attention. His skin was a golden tan color, without a hint of a tan line to be seen anywhere. His hair was a dark blonde and eyes a pale blue. He reminded Malachi of Susannah’s Jasper except for the fuck-you smirk that always seemed to be in play.

“What do you want to do, Justice?” He whispered. As he waited for a response, his fingers continued their teasing exploration of the body in front of him. When a finger dipped into the crease of his ass, the boy tensed immediately. Ah, a virgin there, at least.

“I…I don’t know.”

Malachi teased the crease again, dipping inside the cheeks until his finger innocently grazed the puckered hole.

Justice jerked beneath the touch and his ass clenched up tightly, trying to fend off any invasion. “Oh, shit,” he groaned weakly. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

“Do you want me to stop?” One hand wrapped around a lean waist, pulling him tight against his chest, holding him securely, while the other hand grasped the boy’s cock and held tightly.

“Ahhh,” Justice moaned when he felt a hand squeeze his burning cock. “Fuck, yes.”

“Yes, you want me to stop?” He stroked the length once and then tightened his hold again. His grasp was tight enough that it had to be causing zings of discomfort.

“No!” Justice felt himself blush at the pleading sound in his voice. “No, please don’t stop.” He tried rocking his hips in an effort to fuck himself on Malachi’s hand, but his tormentor would have none of it. He found himself pushed up against the back of the couch until he was stuffed tightly between the sofa and Malachi’s hard body.

“Tell me what you want me to do then? It’s a fairly simple question.” When he felt Justice try to thrust against his hand again, he dropped the burning cock long enough to place a resounding smack on one bare ass cheek and then regained his grip, even tighter this time.

“Fuck!” Justice hissed in pain. He saw fucking stars when Malachi wrapped his cock in a grasp tighter than a vice cranked to its limits. “Ohhhhh…sh-sh-shit, that fucking hurts.” Instead of trying to get away though, he leaned back even closer to the man, plastering his body against the hard muscles that should turn him off. He was supposed to like soft curves, not harder-than-fuck muscles.

“Yes, I know it does. I can make it hurt more…and I probably will before we are finished. Right now, I simply want you to tell me what you want me to do.” He bent him slightly over the sofa, pressing his body tight against him and leaving him no room for escape. “Do you want me to fuck this pretty virgin ass of yours? Ream you good until you can’t sit down for at least a week? Is that what you want, pretty boy?”

Justice tensed as Malachi’s words made their way into his head, teasing and tormenting, taunting him to take a walk into the darkness. How would it feel to have his ass breeched? Nothing had ever been there, not even in the ‘alone time’ he had with himself. “N-n-no,” he finally answered, immediately hating himself for being such a coward.

“No?” Malachi chuckled. “I think somebody may be lying to themselves. Well, if you aren’t going to let me fuck that tight channel, what are you going to let me do?” His hand slowly started an up and down motion, teasing the full length with several expert strokes that had the boy moaning within seconds. “Do you want me to make you come? Should I make you scream and quiver like a bitch does when she’s riding a hard cock?”

Justice frowned. He didn’t necessarily like Malachi’s words but the fucking visual they caused in his head was hot enough to make him swallow his pride. “Yes. Make me come. Please.”

Malachi stepped away, separating their bodies, and Justice moaned in frustration. “What did I do wrong? I don’t know how to play your fucking games, Malachi!”

“I know you don’t, pretty one. I’m going to show you how.” He reached down and slowly started removing the jeans that were around Justice’s ankles. “Step out of these for me,” he ordered. When the boy was naked, he pushed a knee between his legs and urged him to spread wider. “Open up for me. That’s it, a little wider. Perfect.”

“Take your hands and lace them behind your head for me. Stand up tall, stick your cock out.”

Justice rolled his eyes and received another firm ass-swat as punishment. “That’s starting to really sting, you prick.” His hands, however, obediently linked behind his head.

Not exactly submissive but still a hell of a lot of frisky fun.

“Baby, you don’t know stinging yet…but you will. Very soon, I think you will.” Malachi eyed his boy to make certain he was in the proper position. His lovely back was straight, long legs spread wide enough to allow his balls to dangle between them, hands laced behind his head, and stiff cock, dripping so badly that Malachi feared he would have to replace the sofa cushions. He looked perfect.

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