In the end, I win the bet. We spend the majority of our Sunday in bed and becoming more comfortable with our roles together while talking and watching movies. After receiving my congratulatory blow job, I give Ryan a deep, slow kiss, tasting myself on him.
“Sir?” Ryan asks.
“Yes?”
“When do I have to call you ‘Sir’?”
With his back to my chest, I nuzzle and kiss his nape. “How about when we’re in public, you call me Henry. When we’re in private, it’s your choice, and when we’re in the bedroom, it’s Sir.”
“Okay, Sir.” The room is quiet again, but only for a moment. “Sir?”
“Yes, pup?”
“Thank you for today.”
Pulling his shoulder back, I shift him until he’s on his back and cradle his cheek with my palm. “You’re welcome.” Sliding my thigh between his legs, I realise he’s hard. I haven’t let him come for a couple of hours and he was straining with need the whole time he sucked me off. Ryan starts to fidget against my leg. Pulling his hair carefully with one hand, I place the other on his hip. “Stop, pup.”
“Sir—”
“Do you want to come?” Ryan nods, and the room is barely lit enough for me to see the need in his eyes. “No. You don’t have permission.”
He whimpers. “Please, Sir.” His hands remain on the mattress, but they grasp the sheet as his hips rock up. “I need to.”
“No. You’re not to come.” Against my demand, Ryan humps into my leg. “Do you want to be punished?”
Ryan shakes his head. “No, Sir. But I can’t. I need to.” He continues his jerky movements against my leg, his cock leaks and I know he’s going to come. I grip onto his hip for one last attempt to stop him. “Ah!” His hips rock up into me over and over as he spills onto himself and my leg. The moment it’s over, the pleasure in his eyes disappears and reality sinks in. I’m sure he can see the disappointment in my eyes. Moving quickly, I slide away from him and turn on the light.
Ryan sits up. “I’m sorry, Sir!”
Heading into his bathroom, I shut the door. I take a few moments to think and gather myself. After rinsing my face, I return to him. “Sir—”
“Hands and knees. Now.” He hesitates for a few seconds before obeying me. I slap him hard and he yelps. “That’s for hesitating.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” he whispers.
“This is not discipline or play. This is punishment. You’re not to come. You’ll take six spanks. Count them.” After a few deep breaths, I bring my palm down hard onto his arse cheek.
“Ah! One!”
Spank!
“Two!”
Spank!
“Three!”
Spank!
“Four!” he cries out.
After the sixth spank, I tell him to stay still. The sight of his pink cheeks has me fully hard. Grasping my cock, I jerk myself off and spill onto his rosy cheeks. Panting heavily, I retrieve a hand towel and clean him off carefully. From my bag, I retrieve some cream and rub it gently into his cheeks. Despite the pain, or perhaps in spite of it, Ryan is hard again. “I think sleeping on your side would be best.”
“Yes, Sir,” Ryan whispers. Lowering himself to the bed with his cheek to the mattress, his teary eyes flick up to mine before closing.
“I considered going home as punishment,” I tell him. When Ryan’s eyes open wide, I wonder if I made the wrong decision. “It’s beside the point now. The punishment is over. But you need to be aware, I won’t tolerate being disobeyed.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” Eyes still closed, he wipes them roughly.
Pushing his hair back with my fingers, I press in close to him. “I know, pup.” As soon as he finishes wiping his cheeks, I kiss him softly on the lips. “It’s done. Now get some sleep.”
After I turn off the light, Ryan nudges in a little closer and sighs. “Goodnight, Sir.”
Pressing my lips to his forehead, I murmur, “Goodnight, pup.”
* * *
The next few weeks fly by and include a few significant events for us.
In the first week, the settlement for the gym takes place, and Travis and I sign the papers. The gym is officially ours. The following Wednesday night has me and Ryan soaking in my bath. After a pleasurable scene where I demanded a rimming—which Ryan excelled at—we take turns washing each other before closing our eyes and relaxing. His back is to my chest with one of my hands in his hair, fingering his strands.
“Henry?”
“Yes?”
“Will you read my book?”
A wide smile forms on my face. “I’d love to.”
“Okay, cool. I’ll email it to you tomorrow.”
Kissing the back of his head, I wrap my arms around him. “I’m looking forward to reading it.”
That Sunday night, we’re in bed when Ryan turns over on his side to face me. “Sir?”
“Mm?”
“I’m going to do it.”
I shift my head on the pillow, about to ask what he means, when his eyes show a vulnerable excitement. “You’re going to send your book in?”
He smiles. “Yeah.”
“How do you send it?”
“Email.” He nuzzles in closer and it makes my heart warm. “You send in your book with a cover letter explaining what the book’s about and how you came to write it and stuff. I’m nervous but excited. There’s a chance they’ll say no, but it’s worth the risk. They could say yes.”
Leaning forward a few inches, I kiss his lips. “They will say yes. It’d be a mistake not to. I told you it’s great.”
“Thank you.”
On Tuesday after work, Ryan and I go to the doctors. We take our blood test referrals to the pathology clinic to have our blood drawn. Fortunately, the day before, Travis told me he was hanging out at his best friend Tim’s place that night. Ryan comes over, and I’m teaching him the benefits of delayed gratification. Stretched out on his back, bound and gagged, Ryan is beautiful. His arse is at the end of the bed, with his legs spread and feet on the floor. A small bell rests in his hand, his wrists are tied together and attached to a rope that ties to the headboard. If he rings the bell, he’s close to coming, and if he drops the bell, it’s essentially his way of using the Red safeword, meaning he wants to stop completely.
I’ve been teasing him for the better part of an hour when I think he’s earnt an orgasm. Crouching over him, I cover his cock with my mouth and curl the finger inside his body. His muffled groan makes me want to smile. Flushed cheeks and sweaty forehead, he’s gorgeous. “You can come when you want to.” With my mouth and fingers, it doesn’t take long before he’s erupting down my throat. I moan around him as I swallow everything he has to offer. As soon as there’s nothing left, I climb onto the bed and crawl up his body to release the gag.
Pressing my leaking cock to his lips, I make my silent demand. Ryan opens his mouth wide and I slide myself between his lips. Resting on my elbows and with my legs on either side of him, I fuck his mouth. He takes me in like a starving man. When he moans, I feel the vibrations and it tips me over the edge. Pushing up to kneel above him, I make sure just the head of my cock is inside him and stroke myself off. As I grunt through my orgasm, the sight of Ryan straining against the rope to try to taste more of my cum heightens my pleasure. “That’s it, pup. Swallow me down.” His tongue does wonders, lapping at the tip, licking and sucking as much as he can. Knotting my fingers in his hair, I push his head up and press my cock down until I feel the back of his throat. He gags and I pull back. “Good pup. So good.” Taking the bell out of his hands, I remind him to use his safewords if he needs to.
Sliding down, I cover his mouth with mine, allowing us to taste each other as I force my tongue down his throat. His moans urge me on. I continue to kiss Ryan as I collapse on top of him, holding his restrained arms and rubbing our cocks slowly together. “Yes, Sir,” he whispers into my mouth.
“You like this, pup?” With another rock of my hips, I make it clear what I’m asking.
“Yes, Sir. Feels so good.”
“You think I can make you come again so soon?”
He chuckles. “I might need a little while, Sir.”
“Hmm.” Challenge accepted . Collecting the lube, I pour some over his groin before resuming my position. I pull him farther up the bed before moving between his legs. Hands on his shoulders for leverage, I rock my hips back and forth. Ryan widens his legs farther apart. Aside from that, he doesn’t move. His lips and body yield beneath me. Although a little sensitive, my cock hardens more and more as the control I have over Ryan becomes clearer. “You love this, don’t you, pup?”
Ryan nods. “So much, Sir.” There’s no regret or shame in his eyes, only his need to submit to me and the pleasure he feels as I dominate him. A spark flares and his eyes widen. “Can I, Sir?”
“You may come.” My hands don’t leave his shoulders, and my tongue doesn’t leave his mouth until well after our orgasms have passed.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, boy.”
* * *
The following Friday night is Trav’s birthday party, and it’s in full swing when Ryan and I make our way through the door. Everyone is mingling and the place is packed. Trey’s outdone himself. He’s managed to hire the whole upstairs area of one of the most popular and newest bars in Perth. Trav’s thirtieth is made even more special, because, looking around, every single person here is connected to him. And some have known him for the majority of his life. The day before, for Trav’s actual birthday, Trey, David, and our parents came over to exchange birthday gifts. Along with organising his party, Trey and David bought Trav a sky-jumping voucher. Our parents gave him money, and I bought him a new stereo system for his car. I’d mentioned Ryan to our parents, so they knew I was bringing him to the party.
Mum and Dad are off to one side of the club. They’re doting over my older brother as he grins down at them. Next to me, Ryan quietly takes it all in. It pleases me to no end when he moves closer, holds my hand, and waits for me to lead the way. Staring straight into his eyes, I try to express how much I appreciate him and his actions. Ryan gives me a wink, which causes me to lean forward and peck his lips. “Let’s do this.”
Making our way through Travis’s school friends, work friends, and family, we eventually reach the man of the hour. “Hey!”
Travis turns with a smile and a hug. “Hey, guys!”
After we pull away, Ryan nods at him with a hand out. “Happy Birthday for yesterday, Travis.”
My brother slaps the hand away gently. “Psh. C’mere. And you can call me Trav, ya know.” He yanks my pup into a short and sweet embrace.
Once they’ve let go, and after I hug my parents, I place my hand on Ryan’s lower back. “Mum, Dad, this is Ryan. Ryan, these are my parents, Alice and Steven.”
“Great to meet you, son.”
“Lovely to meet you, Ryan.”
Ryan nods with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you both.”
First Dad hugs him, followed by my mum. Ryan’s surprised, yet he takes it in stride. After we all chat for a while, I tell them we’re going to get drinks and lead Ryan to the bar. “What would you like?”
“Jack and Coke?” Ryan asks.
I order two of them before trapping him against the bar. Leaning forward, I whisper into his ear, “You look very sexy tonight,” before taking the lobe into my mouth.
Breaking away in time to see him blush, I watch Ryan’s smile grow. “Thank you. You look very hot yourself. I like this,” he comments, capturing my red hair between his fingers. It’s grown a lot in the last few weeks.
“Yeah?”
“Yep.” The genuine approval from him is a surprising turn on. It’s a huge stroke to my ego that this man thinks I’m hot.
Paying for the drinks, I head back over to my parents. My mum turns to face me. “Henry! I’ve been trying to ask Travis when you’ll have the gym open. Do you have any idea?”
“It’s all been finalised, but it won’t be ready to open for probably another month,” I admit. Travis nods with me. “We still need to get all of the equipment, and there’s a few other things that need to be done.”
“I feel like we never see you boys,” Mum says. “How about you all come over for Sunday breakfast?”
“Sounds good to me,” Trav replies.
I nod in agreement.
Mum smiles at Ryan. “You’re very welcome to come as well.”
“Thank you,” my pup says. “I’d love to.”
It isn’t long before we finish our drinks. I face Ryan and hold out my hand. “Would you like to dance?”
“Yes.” He slides his hand into mine.
Leading him over to the crowd of people dancing the night away, I place my hands on his hips and move to the music. We haven’t been dancing for much longer than two songs when I look over my shoulder and see Lisa. Lisa’s brother Todd passed away only five months ago. Todd was dating David’s sister Isabel. Ever since his passing, my brothers and I have become closer to both Isabel and Lisa. Grinning at her as she makes her way over, I let my hands fall from Ryan’s hips and turn him to face her. As Lisa strides over with who seems to be her new man, I feel a different energy suddenly coming off Ryan. Assuming it’s all in my mind, I’m surprised when I turn to see him completely frozen. He’s as stiff as a board and his face is pale. She’s standing before us, as I whisper to him, “Baby?”
“Henry!” Lisa greets with her wide smile. “I see you have someone to introduce me to as well?”
“Ah…” Covering Ryan’s fisted hand with one of mine, I face her. “Yes.”
The man beside her is tall with a medium build. A few inches taller than me, he’s reasonably good-looking, but he has an arrogant air about him. The way he stands and gazes around the room makes me think he believes everyone’s beneath him. Is this man the reason for Ryan’s reaction? Does my boy know him from somewhere?
Lisa takes his arm, pulling his attention back to her. “This is my new boyfriend, Lucas.”
“Hey,” I say with a nod to him when he meets my eyes. I smile at Lisa. “This is my boyf—”
Lucas.
It’s so similar.
Could it be?
Luke.
Ryan’s ex.
The man who raped him!
Swivelling until I’m facing Ryan and blocking the other two from his sight, I gaze into my pup’s eyes and cradle his face in my hands. Beneath the shock, I see hurt. Fear. Embarrassment. Uncertainty. And I realise I’m right. This is the man. The only man in the world I’ve seriously considered killing. What’s jail time? This piece of filth raped Ryan! I want him dead. I want him suffering.
But it’s not about me. Right now, it’s about Ryan. I forget about every single person in the room besides him. “Ryan? Baby?” He doesn’t react at all. Stepping even closer, I whisper an inch away from his lips. “Pup?”
He jolts. As if I’ve electrocuted him. No, as if I’ve brought him back to life. Now, all there is in his eyes is need. A need for me to take control.
Lisa touches my arm. “Henry? Everything okay?”
“Just a minute,” I tell her without losing his eye contact. “Turn around and walk straight ahead,” I say, quiet and firm. “There’s a hallway. Go there and wait for me.”
Despite the situation, despite the fact we’re in public and anyone could’ve heard it if they were close enough, Ryan nods, and says, “Yes, Sir.”
I don’t care if anyone heard him. I am so fucking proud of him.
Luke speaks up behind me. “Hey, did you call him Ryan? I think I might know him.”
I spin around just in time to see him step forward, as if to go after him. With a hand on his chest, I smile with my teeth. Travis and David stare over at me, a few feet behind Luke. My eyes return to his and my voice is cold and hard. “You won’t go anywhere near him.”
Lisa flinches. “Henry—”
“Excuse me?” Luke scoffs.
Crossing my arms, I glare at him. “His name is Ryan. He lived in Melbourne until recently. Perhaps you met him over there, but you don’t know him, Luke .” His eyes widen with the realisation that I know. I know what he did . Enjoying his anxiety, I smirk evilly. “You know what I think?” My lips are near his ear when I warn him. “I think you need a damn good lawyer.” I watch as he stutters his sudden need to leave. Lisa’s still confused and when she starts to run after him, I take her hand.
“Lisa, I can’t explain everything right now, but please don’t go after him. He’s bad news. I don’t know how long you’ve been seeing Luke, but my boyfriend who just left? They were seeing each other. Luke hurt him, Lisa.” Her eyes widen at the seriousness I’m trying to convey. “Please look after yourself by staying away from him.” In a rush, I leave her with a kiss on the cheek.
Bypassing a few dancers and striding over to Ryan, I find him waiting for me. “I’m so proud of you.”
He meets my eyes, and the hurt there causes a pang in my chest. “I need to leave.”
“Ryan.”
“Please,” he whispers.
“Ryan.”
“Henry—”
“Pup!”
“Yes, Sir?”
“Come here.” Opening my arms, I wait until he steps into them, allowing me to hug him tight. A hand on his nape and the other on his lower back, I hold him to me and breathe deep and slow. Even through our shirts, his heart beats away frantically. We stand like that for a few moments until he calms down. Drawing back just enough to press our lips together, I kiss him slowly, sucking on his tongue as I grip his hair. He moans and his cock hardens against mine.
“He’s gone,” I tell him. “They both left. It’s completely up to you. We can try to enjoy tonight and talk about this tomorrow. Or we can go home right now.” I don’t want to pressure him to stay.
“We can stay, Sir. I don’t want to ruin the night.”
“You won’t be ruining anything. What do you want to do, pup? There isn’t a wrong answer.”
He shakes his head before meeting my gaze. “I want to stay.”
“I’ll always take care of you, baby.”
His smile is stunning. “I know, Sir.”