Page 58 of Sapphire Spring

During sex, Naser typically went boneless. It was easier tolet an aggressive top turn him into a plaything. He was used to being slapped,manhandled, spanked—all of which he’d ask for. Sometimes it scratched hisbiggest itch, but mostly it had just been an effective method for dealing withpartners he didn’t know very well and might never see again. He’d done plentyof willful, theatrical begging. But he wasn’t used to being adored. He wastempted to say it wasn’t his kink, but the truth was, he hadn’t come across aman willing to offer it. But that’s what Mason’s words vibrated withnow—adoration.

“You’ve never known the power you have over me,” Masonwhispered.

“You never asked me to use it.”

“I’ve been asking for a week now.”

“Yeah, well, maybe I didn’t want to abuse my power.”

“Maybe a little abuse is exactly what I deserve.”

As Naser slowly closed the distance between them, Mason’seyes widened. His cock was at half-mast now, but for MasonWorther,half-mast would have been the height of a flagpole on another man.

Maybe he did what he did next to make his point, or maybe hejust couldn’t resist the delicious sight of MasonWorther’sperfectly rounded balls. Naser gripped them, then squeezed, applying slow butbuilding pressure, watching Mason’s expression cross the temperature gauge fromgreen to red.

“Nas,” he gasped.

“Hurts?”

“No... Might come.”

“Oh, you can hold off,Worther.You’re a big, strong quarterback, remember? You can keep that load locked upnice and tight, golden boy. You wouldn’t want everyone to think you’re somelittle pussy like that boy you and your friends chase all over school.”

Mason bit his bottom lip. “I want to do a lot more thanchase that boy,” he growled.

“Yeah, well, you better be prepared for what you’re going tohave to do when you catch him.”

“Oh, yeah?”

Naser nodded, alternating now between caressing theundersides of Mason’s balls with his fingers and doing his best to seize histightening sack in a suddenly painful grip that made Mason’s nostrils flare.“Yeah, you and yourbastardfriends have messed him upgood. Made him want certain things.”

“Things like what?” Mason asked eagerly.

“Things that hurt,” Naser whispered into Mason’s ear.

A huge admission. One he’d made to only a handful of peoplein life. And here he was, making it to the man who’d installed the buttons, thetriggers. The locker room role play, the tension of the hours before, it hadall brought them to this point, where they could admit things in a dark whisperthat would take months to confess over dinner. “I like a little pain. The kindyou can turn on and off. You know, one tap for keep going, two taps for slowdown, three for full stop.”

Naser alternated painful grips and pleasurable strokes onMason’s balls, sending the man into a drowsy, nostrils-flaring fugue.Sugarand salt.

Mason nodded slowly, effecting the look of a good studenteven as the feelings coursing through him seemed ready to incapacitate him.“One tap for keep going, two for slow down, and three for full stop. Is thathow it works with you, Naser?”

“Basically, yeah.”

Silence now. It never occurred to Naser that thisproposition might frighten Mason—that an invitation to indulge some playactingversion of the beast he’d been in high school might run counter to his missionto make things right. But hesitation was one thing. Mason’s epichard-onwas another. Naser slowly released the man’s balls.He didn’t soften. It was Naser’s words that made his desire throb, not histouch alone.

“As long as it involves me fucking the cum out of you untilyou can’t breathe at some point, I’m all in.”

“You’re a bad man, MasonWorther.”

“I’m a bad man who’s trying to be a better man,” Masonwhispered. “That means I’m going to be as bad as you want me to be.”

I’mfucking donefor,Naserthought.

“Bedroom,” Naser said.

Throughout the week, as he’d speared himself with increasingvigor using his favorite toys, as his mind worked to imagine a night with Masonthat ended with more than one drunken kiss, Naser had done his best to recreatethis bedroom in his mind. Now that he was back, he could see he’d done a prettygood job. The walls and carpet were as white as he remembered; the bedspreadand the space-age style TV chairs the same shade of sky blue, along with theripple fold drapes that had danced on the ocean wind that night.

They stumbled away from the bathroom door together, Masonholding him from behind, moaning the word “naked”over andover againinto the nape of his neck with increasing insistence.Powerful hands shoved his gym shorts down over his ass. His briefs followed inseveral sharp tugs that left cool air tickling his cock and balls. “I thought Iwas making the rules,” Naser said.

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