rawneed

Raw Need, a Velvet Glove Story

By Sean Michael

Car entered the Velvet Glove and nodded to Julius at

the security desk. He was a little disappointed to see the
boy on duty -- he'd had more than one enjoyable session
with the muscled sub. He got over his disappointed
quickly; Mal would set him up with someone who could
take everything he had to give, no doubt. Mal was good
that way.

He bypassed the large dining room, heading straight

for the lifts. He was ready to play, to work out the
tensions riding in his shoulders and satisfy his needs.

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The multi-colored Kestrel was fluttering between

several guests and Car grinned and waved before
escaping into the lift without an up close and personal
flutter from the man. He hit the button for the second
floor and watched the door slide closed. He glanced at
his timepiece, nodding. He was right on time; Mal was
sure to have someone ready for him.

The lift doors opened and he made his way to Mal's

office, rapping sharply on it.

"Enter." Businesslike, tough, and possibly one of the

most beautiful men he'd ever seen, Mal never allowed
any bullshit.

Car went in, enjoying the cool, clean lines of the

man's office. "Good afternoon," he offered, along with a
smile.

"Good afternoon, Car. Sit." Mal tapped on his

commpad for a moment, then looked up. "I have a
question for you."

He raised an eyebrow and went ahead and sat. "Ask

away."

"I have encountered a bit of a conflict and I believe

you are the man to resolve it." The commpad was
pushed over, the image of a broad-shouldered, tall, lean
man offered to him. Impeccable, the man radiated
strength, calm assurance. The blue eyes were like lasers,
the dark brown hair perfectly styled. "Issak Van Heus."

"Very handsome. He your conflict?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes." Mal leaned back,

crossed his legs. "He comes in once a cycle for three
days. He requires total attention, total control, and I
simply do not have three full days to devote to him. It's a
shame, because he's a joy, but he deserves someone able
to commit to the time."

"Total control?" That sounded right up his alley. "The

same three days every cycle?" He sat forward as he

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spoke, taking a closer look at the man pictured on the
commpad.

"The same three days, yes. He controls Skyways, Inc.

By all accounts he is a happy, busy man with a good
life, thousands of employees, a viciously sharp mind,
and a rather controlling reputation." Mal smiled, the
look fond. "He is also one of the most eager, needy sluts
I've ever had the pleasure to work with."

"Eager and needy are good words for a sub. What

does he like?" Car could feel the buzz of interest in the
base of his skull, in the small of his back.

"He wants to be dominated, completely. He wants,

for those three days, to follow orders. He gets off on
begging, on being pushed. That is the challenge with
him, to find the places where he fights. The last time we
experienced it was when I started calling him my 'boy.'
He fought that."

He flipped through Issak's file. Mal kept meticulous

notes.

'Ordered I. to wear a cock cage while he was gone.

Obeyed.'

'Considering ordering I. to shave and keep himself

plugged while off-site.'

'Denied orgasm for two cycles. Obeyed.'
"Impressive. He obviously has will-power." Car was

already thinking of things he could do, orders to give.

"He does. He's incredibly intelligent, a very

interesting man. Honestly, I'd keep him, but he needs
more. He needs total attention."

"I could certainly offer that. He sounds like a

fascinating man, Mal. I'm delighted you thought of me."
Car had known Mal would have found someone just
right for him.

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"You have that will that this requires. He can be

intimidating and you cannot show him weakness, not
during the scene."

"I don't do weakness, Mal, you know that." He was

never as sure of himself as when he was in a scene. He
was boss until the sub used his safeword, and even that
didn't throw him.

"I know." He got another of those smiles. "He knows

I'm looking for someone. He's worried. He actually
cancelled last time."

"He's been spoiled, having a man like you Top him;

it's no wonder he's nervous."

Mal nodded, agreeing with him. "I assured him that I

would settle for nothing but the best." Mal liked this
man, truly respected him. It was fascinating.

Car leaned forward. "When do I get to meet him,

Malachi."

"Is now good for you? He's in the salle."
"Now is excellent -- you know I came to play." He

clapped his hands, rubbed them together. "I'm looking
forward to this."

""Excellent. Where should we put you? Issak has a

suite of rooms available to him, but I might suggest an
unfamiliar setting? Something only yours?"

"Yes, my usual room down the hall will do fine."
"Excellent." Mal stood, nodded to him. "I'll make the

introductions."

"Good." He stood as well, grinning widely. "This

should be fun."

Mal led him down the hall, nodded at the people they

passed. The salle door opened, Issak standing there,
quiet, still, obviously lost in his own thoughts. The man
was more handsome in person -- with a strong, square
jaw, bright eyes, and a solid set of shoulders under the

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perfectly tailored suit. "Issak. I'd like you to meet Car.
Car, Issak."

Those blue eyes fastened on him, sizing him up.

"Good evening, Mister Car. It's a pleasure."

Car nodded. "I'm sure it is. You may call me 'sir'."
Issak looked at Mal, those eyes sharp. "Are you sure

about this, Mal? Honestly?"

"Knees." Mal's voice snapped out and Issak knelt, the

move immediate, graceful. Mal tangled his fingers in the
thick hair and tugged, forcing their eyes to meet. "Are
you questioning me, Boy?"

Crossing his arms, Car remained expressionless. He

let his single raised brow speak for him.

"Yes. Yes, sir. I'm sorry, but I am. This is too

important to me to..."

Mal reached out, placing one finger on Issak's lips.

"Boy, this is Car. You belong to him now."

The low sound was worried, scared, a bit lost.
Car slowly walked around Issak, letting his gaze

linger, taking his time. "Safeword?"

"He uses tomato."
This was so awkward, this process of changing

hands.

"Excellent. Thank you, Mal, I can take it from here."
Mal nodded, tapped Issak on the nose. "This is not a

punishment from me, Boy. This is a reward."

"For the both of us, Mal." Car said the words quietly,

but with enough volume Issak could hear him. It never
hurt to let your sub know you were where you wanted to
be.

"Absolutely." Mal nodded, clapped him on the arm,

and went, leaving him with a sub who looked like he
was about to stand up and leave.

He regarded Issak for a moment and then he nodded.

"Strip."

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"I. Here?" Those eyes rolled, staring at him,

unbelieving. The long, clever fingers worked open the
buttons at the man's collar.

"Don't question my orders, Boy. I won't tolerate it

anymore than Mal would." He leaned in, putting them
eye to eye, not giving Issak any chance to evade his
gaze. "Do as you're told and you won't be punished."

He could smell Issak -- it was warm and male, a

solid, clean scent. He approved.

"Y...yes, sir."
"When you're done, you can suck me, show me what

you've got -- how eager you are to please."

Issak groaned. "I don't even know you."
"I'm your new Top. That's all you need to know." He

reached out and flicked Issak's nipple as it was exposed.
The little bit of flesh went tight, dark. Hard. Sensitive.
Good to know.

"Faster, boy." He concentrated on staying soft -- he

was going to make Issak work for this.

"I can't do this. I'm sorry." Issak stood, looking very

green, very ill. "I'm sorry to have wasted your time, sir."

He took two steps forward and grabbed Issak's hair,

yanking downward to bring the man back to his knees.
"I didn't say you could stand, and you do not have the
option of refusing me."

The groan was low, pained, but there was need there

-- something raw and desperate.

He spoke very quietly, voice deadly serious. "Make

no mistake, Boy. I will punish you."

Those eyes begged him to help, to make this work.
"All you have to do is obey me, Boy. It's as simple as

that." He stepped back. "Now get rid of the rest of those
clothes. Don't make me tell you again."

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The shirt fell to the ground, then the pants were

opened, a heavy cock just barely exposed. Beautiful.
The man was simply stunning.

Once all the clothes were removed, Issak knelt there

for him, quiet and shaking.

"Beautiful." He slid his fingers beneath Issak's chin

so their eyes met once again. "You are beautiful."

"Thank you, sir." The sick look was still there, but it

was fading, those blue eyes searching his.

"Remember that Mal matched us for a reason." He let

go of Issak's chin. "Now suck me."

The man opened Car’s pants, mouth soft and warm

on his cock, gentle, if not overtly eager. Issak's eyes
were closed, face closed off.

"Is that it? I told you to show me how eager you were

to please me. I'm not very impressed so far."

The lean cheeks flushed, the sweet suction

increasing, the promise of a real hunger hidden within.
Those eyes never opened, though, never let him in.

"That's better, Boy." He tapped one hollowed cheek

with his fingers. "Now look at me, boy."

He got a whimper, a shudder, then Issak looked up at

him, eyes wet.

"Better. You have to give me everything, Boy. All of

you. I demand nothing less."

The suction increased a bit more, Issak moaning as

his cock filled and responded to that mouth.

"You're pretty good at this." He reached out and

cupped Issak's head, encouraging him to take more, to
go down all the way. "I think you're even better than
this. Show me."

His cock slipped in deeper, Issak letting him into that

throat, taking him to the root. He could feel the little
convulsions around his cock, so good. He moaned
softly, rewarding Issak with the proof of his pleasure.

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Those lovely eyes tried to close on him, Issak

groaning around his cock.

He tapped Issak's face, next to his right eye. "Open,

Boy."

That earned him another of those soft moans, the

suction increasing, the pressure perfect. He began to
move his hips, pushing his prick across Issak's tongue,
making the man take him. Issak groaned, eyes rolling,
mouth pulling harder.

"Good. Good. I'm going to make you fly, Boy. Make

you beg me to fuck you, to beat you, to punish you, to
keep you."

Another moan sounded, those eyes fastening on him.
He nodded, stroked Issak's cheeks. "I know what you

need." Then he began to thrust hard, fucking Issak's
mouth.

Issak took him in, accepting him, taking everything.
"Yes!" He groaned, hips jerking as he came, shooting

down Issak's throat.

Isaak never lost a drop, drinking him down, then

cleaning his cock.

He gave Issak more touches, more praise. "Well

done, Boy."

"Thank you, sir." The tip of his cock was kissed, so

gently.

"You're a good boy. Nice and eager, just like Mal

said you were. As a reward, you may choose one item
we'll use today." He was interested in seeing what Issak
would choose -- what did the man crave?

"I don't understand. I'm sorry."
"Pick an item -- any item -- and I'll use it on you

today."

"The paddle." There -- quiet and bald and sure.

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"The paddle it is. After we've prepared you."

Cockring, plug, and nipple clamps. He'd give this needy
slut what the man needed.

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." Issak looked lost,

confused.

"Do you have any questions, Issak?"
"Where... I... We have no arrangement."
"No, we don't. I would have thought you'd prefer not

to go into an arrangement without... giving each other a
try."

Issak's eyes closed. "It has been a long time since I

was required to negotiate business like this."

"We are not negotiating, Issak. I let you choose an

item as a reward for doing well. Do not mistake that for
weakness or any cessation of control."

"We must negotiate, yes? How often I come, where

we stay? I know that Mal and I negotiated details."

"You may tell me your preferences and I will let you

know if I will allow it or not." He deliberately left Issak
on his knees.

"I come for three days, every cycle. I leave my

commpad, my dataport away."

"Yes, absolutely. When you are here, the outside

world doesn't exist." He made Issak look at him. "When
you are here, nothing outside of you and me exists
unless I allow it."

Something in what he said relaxed Issak, eased the

tension in the broad shoulders. "Yes, sir."

"For the time you are here you are mine to do with as

I wish." He was the one in total control. It was, after all,
what they both wanted.

"No marks where they would show. For business."
He nodded. That was one area he wouldn't argue

with.

Issak lowered his eyes. "Thank you, sir."

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"You're welcome. Now let's get you all plugged and

clamped and ringed."

He finally saw the barest hint of arousal. He didn't let

himself dwell on that. Issak would need to learn to trust
him.

"We'll go to the club toy room and pick the stuff up

and then to the rooms you usually have while you're
here." He went to the door and then turned. "You can
bring your clothes with you."

"My rooms are fully stocked, sir." Issak stood,

gathering his clothes and folding them carefully, holding
them in front of the flat belly.

"Nonetheless, we'll go to the club toy room down the

hall. I'd like to choose my own, and there's no guarantee
you have exactly what I want."

"Yes, sir." Issak followed him, silent, distant.
"I prefer to have you walk a step and a half behind

me and slightly to my right." He wanted to be able to see
Issak out of the corner of his eye, but there would be no
mistaking that Issak was his sub.

This time Issak didn't answer, simply moved to his

right slightly.

"Excellent." He headed down the hall, nodding to the

Tops he knew.

They passed Kestrel, the lovely man looking at Issak

with something like sympathy. "Good evening, Car.
Issak. Mal gave me the good news. Congratulations. Is
there anything I can get for you?"

"We'll want a light meal later, but I'm sure we can

just call down to the kitchen for it. Thank you."

"Of course. Have a lovely weekend and if you need

me, buzz."

Issak never said a word.
Car nodded and continued to the room at the end of

the hall. It wasn't crowded, but there were other people

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there, watching them. The looks they received ranged
from indifferent to shocked and he noted to himself that
he wouldn't take Issak downstairs into the main area.

He made short work of choosing a simple silver

cockring, matching nipple clamps and a silver bullet-
shaped plug.

"Come," he said quietly to Issak once he'd given the

man the items to carry.

It was as if the man was wrapped in wool, following

his orders with a slightly shocked look on his face. He
would have to see if they couldn't get rid of that look
before the day was out. Barring that, by the end of their
three days together.

There was much potential here, between them, so

much to learn. He hoped fervently that Issak would feel
that, too.

He knew the man was a little confused, maybe

concerned. And he guessed that there might be a touch
of feeling abandoned by Mal. Car would just have to
prove that he was, if not a step up -- he knew Mal well
enough not to think he was better than the man --
certainly not a step a down.

They got to the lifts. "What floor are your rooms on?"
"I..." Issak blinked at him, then surprised him with a

sudden, lovely smile. "Do you know, after five years, I
have no idea. I have always been blindfolded from the
salle to our rooms, my rooms, I mean. Obviously." The
smile disappeared. "I suppose that makes me a bit of a
fool. It never seemed important to ask."

"It doesn't make you a fool at all -- it obviously

wasn't important." He went to the comm unit on the wall
and pinged Kestrel.

"Yes, my dear?""
"I'm afraid we don't know where we're going. We

have Issak's usual rooms."

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"Oh! Oh, yes. Eighth floor. Number twelve. Your

palmprint controls the locks on the doors, on the closets,
cabinets, everything."

"Thank you, Kestrel." He signed off just as the lift

arrived and they stepped on.

One of the little workerbees stared at Issak, eyes

wide. "You have beautiful eyes. We'd never seen them
before. Wow."

Issak sighed softly, ducked his head, keeping in one

of the corners.

Car gave the workerbee a grin, a wink as he pushed

the eight button.

The man smiled at him, then turned his attention back

to Issak. "I'm sure they've told you, but there's a
breakfast every week, just for subs, then there's a pool
party, if your master lets you come. We talk, share tips,
you know, just play. There's no tops at breakfast, either."

Somehow he doubted that Mal had shared this

information with Issak or, if he had, that Issak would
have cared.

"Thank you." He told the workerbee, answering for

Issak.

The lift came to a stop on the eighth floor and he

went out, confident Issak would fall into step behind
him. Isaak followed quietly. No, silently.

He palmed open the door, the rooms simple and

elegant. They suited Issak to a T.

The toys were put in the playroom, the clothes in the

closet to be locked away. Then Issak looked at him, "I
need to use the facilities."

"You have three minutes, and then I'll meet you in

the playroom."

Issak nodded, disappearing behind the door, the water

turning on immediately.

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Car took the opportunity to prowl around the rooms,

checking them out.

The first thing he noticed was that everything locked

-- from the communit to the cabinets to the vidfeed.
When he unlocked the vidfeed, he found only music --
not infolinks, not news. This place was obviously meant
to remove Issak from the pressures of his own world.

He knew instinctively that only his palm would open

the locks -- all decisions were taken from Issak during
the time he was here. He'd seen how even choosing a
reward caused the man stress, being spoken to in the
elevator. Lucky for Issak, Car had no problem giving
orders and micromanaging.

There were two bedrooms -- one with a small bed

and nothing else, the other with a large bed, a window,
plants, the play room was well-stocked and warm.

He liked the variety of toys in the playroom. It was

good to know he'd be able to grab pretty much anything
he wanted from here. He ended in the larger bedroom,
sitting on the bed and waiting. He'd make Issak wait a
moment or two before he met the man back in the
playroom.

Issak slipped from the lavatory, face wet, hands held

carefully in front of him, sliding without a sound into
the playroom.

Car waited another three minutes, and then went

slowly, also quietly, into the playroom.

Issak stood by the window, arms folded behind him,

staring out over the city, a million lightyears away.

"Front and center, Boy."
One long, deep breath was taken, then Issak came to

him.

"Stay here. I want a proper look at you."
He started behind Issak, bending so he could trace the

bones and structure of Issak's body, beginning at the

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man's ankles. He heard Issak's surprised gasp, saw the
heavy muscles jerk, but Issak didn't move. The skin was
tanned, covered with thick, dark hair.

Moving up, he touched the firm calf muscles, the

shins. Issak's body was well-cut, well-defined, a product
of hours in the gym, on travels, between business
meetings. He touched Issak everywhere, enjoying the
warm skin beneath his fingertips, learning the shape of
the man.

The man's cock was long, thin, flaccid, the balls

heavy. He could tell Mal, or someone, had had the man
shaved at some point. The ball sacs drew up, wrinkling.

He met Issak's eyes as he felt up the solid pecs,

fingers flicking lightly across Issak's nipples. Issak
looked away, lips parting, the tiny nipples going tight,
hard.

"Look at me." There was no hiding.
They were beautiful, those blue eyes.
He slid his hands over Issak's pecs again, holding the

man's gaze as his thumbs flicked across the little nipples
this time. Issak didn't look away, didn't gasp. He saw the
pupils enlarge, responding to him. The man's nipples
were so wonderfully responsive. The clamps were going
to have an amazing effect.

He could hear Issak's swallows, noted the way the

man's heart sped up. He'd slipped the clamps into his
right hand pocket and he drew them out now. To his
credit, Issak didn't look away from him, not at all. The
clamp he'd chosen was rubber-tipped. It wouldn't break
the skin, and it would grip more than bite. Still, with as
sensitive as Issak seemed to be, that would be more than
enough.

"Do you enjoy this?" Issak's question came out of

nowhere.

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"Very much." He pinched Issak's nipple, making

harden further.

"I don't know what you want."
"Are you here for me?" He put the nipple clamp on

Issak's nipple.

"I don't know. I need this. I... I'm very angry with

Mal and I'm trying very hard not to be."

"You believe Mal has abandoned you." He flicked

the other nipple.

"He doesn't have time for me."
"I do." He put the other clamp on, watching as Issak

tried not to react. "You are my entire focus."

"How long have..." Issak swallowed, lashes

fluttering. "Have you done this?"

"Long enough." It didn't matter what his resume was

-- it mattered what he did, how he treated Issak.

He was surprised by the soft laugh. "I haven't.

Nowhere close to long enough."

"We'll change that. Hour by hour, hmm?" He flicked

both clamps at once.

"Do you want me to enjoy this?"
"I want you to enjoy it so much you beg for it."
This time he got a moan, soft and deep, swallowed

back.

"Yes, like that." He rubbed his fingers down along

Issak's breastbone. Issak's eyes dropped to his touch, his
fingers.

He spread his hands across Issak's abdomen, little

fingers teasing down to the dips between belly and hip.
The muscles jumped and jerked, Issak's cock just
beginning to fill.

"Your body is made for pleasure. Made to bend to my

will." The two went hand in hand.

"Yes, sir." Such need. Such raw hunger.

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He bypassed the slowly growing cock in favor of

cupping Issak's balls. The velvet-soft sacs were heavy,
warm, swollen and he wondered how long it had been
since the man had climaxed. He pushed two fingers
further back, rubbing the smooth skin beyond Issak's
balls. Issak shifted, hips rolling just once, responding to
his touch.

"Spread your legs a little."
"Yes, sir." Issak spread, the clean, male scent

arousing, heady.

"Mmm..." He rubbed the little smooth spot, pressing

hard.

He got a gasping moan, a jerk. He didn't know why

Mal didn't have a ring or two, right there. What he could
do with weights, a leash. He could just imagine the
entry: Ordered to wear weights while off-site.
Completed.

Groaning, he pressed harder. Issak pushed back,

bearing down for him. Yes, someone needed. He
brought his other hand up, grabbing the now full cock,
stroking slowly.

"Oh." The sound was almost surprised, shocked. It

didn't surprise him; Mal was notoriously thrifty with
sexual touches.

He kept moving his hand, sliding it on the hot, velvet

flesh. He could smell Issak's increased need. Eager and
hard, Issak responded to him, offering him low, hungry
sounds.

"No coming until I tell you."
"Yes, sir."
He met Issak's eyes, the man focused now, watching

him. "Very good, Boy." He rubbed his thumb over the
tip, spreading the tiny drop of liquid from the slit.

"You have... warm hands." Issak gasped, almost

whimpered.

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"I'm going to use ice one day. Touch you here with

it." He tapped Issak's hole. He had Issak, now, not
completely, but enough. He kept jacking the man, long,
slow strokes designed to build.

"Yes, sir." Issak began to move, head falling back,

throat working.

He touched Issak's hole again, finger pushing against

it, just barely breaching it. Soft. Tight. The little hole
squeezed tight against him. He tapped it again, timing a
press against Issak's slit to match it.

"Sir!" Everything in that strong body went tight. Yes,

Issak needed come. He needed to be told to come even
more.

Car squeezed the hard cock tight and pushed his

finger into Issak's ass as far as the first knuckle. "Come
for me now."

There was a shocked little cry, then Issak's ass

squeezed his finger, spunk spraying over his other hand.
The scent was lovely, intoxicating. He kept stroking, the
way slick and easy now.

The soft pants were soft, ragged, sweet. "Thank you.

Thank you, sir."

He slowed his hand. "You're welcome. And that's just

the beginning." Grinning, he took a lick of his hand, just
to get a taste of Issak. Rich. Salty. Male. It was this
strong, hungry man, distilled. He licked his lips and
wiped off his hand on Issak's thigh.

He flicked at one of the nipple clamps. That flat belly

jerked, Issak moaning softly.

"Nice." Car flicked the other one as he fished the

cock ring out of his other pocket.

"Thank...thank you, sir." Issak's cock was long, thin,

hot in his hand.

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"Mmm..." He kept working Issak's cock, keeping it

from deflating too much, encouraging its renewed
growth.

Issak started moving with him again, focusing on his

face. He liked that, liked that they were starting to make
a connection.

"How do you want things? Do you want me to touch

you?"

"I'll let you know each time we come together what

you're allowed to do. Sometimes you'll touch me,
sometimes you won't be allowed."

He slipped the ring over Issak's prick, pushing it to

the base. The long prick bobbed, testing the weight. It
would look even sexier if Issak were shaved. He was
definitely going to have to arrange for that.

Issak was beginning to relax -- Car could see it in the

way the man held himself, by the set of his shoulders.

"How flexible are you, Issak? I want you to spread

your legs a little more, bend over and grab your toes."

"I will try, sir." Issak was a large enough man that it

would be difficult and flexibility was something they
could work on together.

"Do your best. Spread even wider if you need to." He

rubbed Issak's ass in encouragement.

"Yes, sir." Issak bent, having to spread wide to touch

the floor, unable to grab his toes.

"Good effort, Issak." He rubbed the man's ass again,

fingers teasing along Issak's crack.

"Thank you, sir." The man blushed at the praise,

muscles rippling.

"I'm going to get the lube and the plug we chose."

They were both over on the bench just a few feet away.

Issak nodded, stretched a bit, cheeks pink.
"Hold the position, Issak."

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He grabbed the plug and the lube, and slowly made

his way back to Issak, letting his gaze linger on the
pushed up ass. There was just a hint of redness on the
man's ass, making him wonder.

He slicked up his finger and ran it along Issak's crack.

Issak’s ass twitched, squeezed. He rubbed the light
redness with his other hand. "This is less than a cycle
old."

"Yes, sir. Three days old."
"You will not let another lay a hand on you again. If

you need me between our regular meetings, you will call
me."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." He could sense the sudden

arousal, the excitement, Issak's need.

He pushed his finger into Issak's ass, watching as it

sank in deep. The little ring of muscles clenched,
squeezed his finger, Issak's breath stopping.

He wriggled his finger. "Easy, Issak."
"Y...yes, sir." That tension didn't ease at all.
He tsked softly and slapped Issak's ass with his free

hand. Issak groaned, hands slipping forward an inch. He
pressed another finger into Issac, pushing into the tight
heat.

"Oh. I. Mal didn't. Oh, sir."
Car was surprised. "He never filled you?"
"No, sir. He... We didn't have sexual relations. If I

was filled, I did it myself."

"Now where's the fun in that?" He spread his fingers,

stretching Issak.

Issak whimpered, pushed back against him. He

pressed a third finger in, finding Issak's gland and hitting
it. A short, sharp cry rang out, Issak's knees bending,
just a bit. A dull flush began to run up over Issak's skin
and Car pegged his gland again.

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"Oh. Oh, sir." Now, Issak was fully focused, with

him.

He rubbed his hand along Issak's ass, his fingers

working in and out. Issak pushed back, riding his touch,
soft cries filling the air.

"That's right. Feels good, having someone else's

fingers inside you, doesn't it? Feels good having my
fingers in you."

"Yes. Yes, sir. Yes. Good." Issak rode him hard.
In a moment he would put in the plug and paddle the

man, but for now he kept it up, enjoying Issak's
pleasure. He could feel the heat, the pleasure, the
pressure, squeezing around him.

At last he tugged his fingers free, Issak's hole closing

behind them. He heard the soft, swallowed whimper as
Issak's legs shuddered. He rubbed that little hole, first
with his fingertips, and then with the end of the plug.
Slick, hot, just a bit swollen -- the wrinkled ring of
muscles squeezed and tightened. The things he could do
with that ass, to that little hole...

For now, he slowly pushed the wide, bullet-shaped

plug inside. The little gasps and whimpers became real
sounds. Cries. Moans. He kept pushing, kept filling
Issak until the plug was all the way in, held tight by
Issak's body.

"Oh. Oh, sir." Issak was breathing hard, shuddering.
"How's that feel, Issak?" He twisted the plug inside

the man before Issak could give an answer.

"Good. Good. I'm dizzy, sir."
"Ah, of course. Let's get you upright." He went

around and put an arm around Issak's back, his hand on
one arm to help.

"Thank you. Thank you, sir." Issak swayed, blinking

at him comically.

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He let Issak stand, holding onto him, letting Issak get

his balance and his bearings.

When Issak was stable, he was gifted with a smile.

"Oh. Better."

"Excellent. I think we should try walking around the

apartment a little." Between the nipple clamps, the cock
ring and the plug, he figured walking was going to be an
adventure.

"Yes, sir." Each step made Issak shiver, but the little

careful steps were incredibly graceful.

He walked Issak into the hallway and down to the

kitchen. The refrigerator was locked, the cabinets,
everything locked down. He palmed the refrigerator,
finding it stocked with simple munchies, water and
juices. He pulled out one of the waters, opening it and
offering the bottle to Issak. "Take two mouthfuls."

"Yes, sir." Issak nodded, took two long drinks, eyes

closing with the simple pleasure.

"Good job. There'll be more later."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
He led Issak back to the playroom, moving slowly,

knowing the plug had to be working the man's ass.

Needing made the man glow, made him more

attractive. He tugged Issak close, gifting the man with a
kiss. Those blue eyes shot open again, then Issak pushed
into the kiss, matching his fire with a pure, needy
passion. He pulled Issak's tongue into his mouth,
tugging it hard. Warm hands slid over his shoulders,
sweet sounds filling his lips.

He let the kiss linger a moment longer, and then

broke it off, stepping back. Issak blinked, swaying a bit.
So beautiful.

"Come on, lovely, let's make you glow even more."

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The playroom had a padded bench and he encouraged

Issak to lie over it, ass high. The man moved eagerly, as
wanton as he'd ever seen. No wonder Mal had enjoyed
Issak so much. He jostled the plug a little, twisting the
base. Issak's deep, rough sounds were enough to make
his cock throb, ache, and when he twisted again, Issak's
ass clenched.

The plug was going to make the paddling that much

more intense. He was going to make Issak fly, prove to
the man he was good enough to be Issak's Top.

The paddle had a leather covering, the handle

comfortable in his hand. "This is a good paddle." He
rubbed his hand against the flat of it and then smacked
his palm a couple of times, getting used to the weight of
it, the way it moved.

"I like how they make me feel. I thought I did. It's not

the same when I go it alone or when I hire someone...
temporary."

He appreciated the honesty, how well Issak paid

attention to himself.

"I'm not temporary, Issak. I'm here for you and you

specifically. And soon I'll know exactly what you need
to make you feel good and what you need to satisfy the
urges that drive you."

The moan that Issak offered him was pure need.

"Thank you. Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome." He swung a few times, only

hitting the air. "Ready?"

"Yes, sir." He had the feeling Issak'd been ready for

ages.

He let the first smack hit square on Issak's right ass

cheek. It made a great noise. Issak never moved; the
man took it easily. Car nodded and hit again in the same
spot. By the fourth blow, the pale cheek was a deep,
dark red, almost bruised. He hit it one more time before

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switching to the other cheek. Three more blows in, Issak
was moaning, muscles rippling.

"That's it. Let it all out."
This time he hit in the middle of Issak's ass, knowing

it would jostle the plug hard. A low, vicious curse burst
from Issak's lips, the word shocking and surprising. He
hit the same spot again, much harder this time. The
heavy thighs jerked, shifted, hips rolling.

"Look at that color. Lovely man. Lovely, red-assed

man."

Issak's low, deep moan was a fine answer.
He peppered Issak's ass from lower back to upper

thighs. He could see as his new sub, his new focus
relaxed into the blows, accepted and enjoyed, taking the
burn in. The scent of Issak’s sweat, of his new need,
filled the air, scented the room.

Car brought the paddle down, over and over,

peppering that tanned skin. He would paddle Issak until
the man could barely stand another hit. It would teach
him where Issak's pain threshold was, how much the
man could currently take. The skin was bruised and dark
before Issak's cries started, little pained sounds that he
wasn't sure Issak knew he was making.

"Two more, lovely."
"Yes, sir." Everything in Issak was beginning to

tighten up, the pain overtaking the pleasure.

He hit twice more, both times lightly. Then he

pressed his fingers against the abused skin, watching as
it went white before the blood rushed back in. Issak's
muscles were hard, trembling violently under his hand,
but the man didn't move.

Car carefully put the paddle down and then helped

Issak to stand. Issak's eyes were on the floor, breath
coming in tiny gasps as the man fought for control.

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"Let's give you something else to focus on, hmm?"

He took the nipple clamps off.

Issak's scream was short, sharp, filling the air before

disappearing.

He slid his arm across Issak's shoulders, stroking

gently. "Shh. I have you."

The bright eyes were rolling a bit, the look a little

panicked.

"You did well. Very well." He pressed soft kisses

along Issak's cheek.

"Th...thank you." Issak swayed, stumbling a bit as he

led them to the cushioned bed, right there in the
playroom.

He helped Issak to lie down on his front, that poor ass

a beautiful, dark red.

"What... what do you want me to do, sir? I don't

know what you expect."

"You should rest, enjoy the high."
Issak nodded, sighed quietly, eyes dropping closed.
"Good boy."
He kissed the top of Issak's head, fingers gently

stroking the long spine.

"Good boy."

***

Everything hurt and he was so stiff he couldn't move.

Three cycles he'd missed coming, but after trying to find
anyone, anywhere, who could do for him what Mal had,
he'd had to come back. No one could. Issak groaned,
shook himself hard enough that the pain came back. No
bellyaching. None at all. Not with his ass aching and his
nipples sore and his cock still hard.

A soft touch slid along his back. "Shh..."

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Sir. He couldn't even remember the man's name. All

he knew was Sir. And it had been good.

The hand on his back slid down to his ass, the touch

light. His breath stopped, caught in his chest. Hurt.

"You can feel that deep, deep down, can't you?" The

touch disappeared, came back and disappeared again.

"Yes. Yes, sir." The words barely came out, his throat

was hoarse.

A straw was held to his lips; he could smell the sharp

scent of something citrusy. He moaned softly,
murmuring his thanks before he took a drink, the juice
sliding down his throat.

"Take as much as you need."
The soft stroking to his spine was back. He

whimpered softly, sucking down the juice, so thirsty. He
wasn't used to being so... seen.

"When you're done, we'll see what we can do about

this." Sir's hand dropped down to his prick.

His entire body rippled, pain shooting through his

thighs, his ass. "Oh!"

"You like that, the way the pain colors everything."
He closed his eyes, cheeks heating. He needed it, the

pain, but more than that, he needed to not be the one
calling the shots.

"Don't be afraid to admit it, Boy." The words

whispered across his ear, Sir's hand sliding along his
prick.

"Yes. Yes, sir. I need. I want this." He loved it --

from the excitement to the release to the focus.

"I know." Sir's hand moved faster, harder, drawing

out his pleasure, demanding it.

"Sir..." His mind whirled, the daily worries about

business, reputation, travel, communication, slowly
dissolving.

"Just feel, Boy."

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"Yes, sir." That was his favorite order and, even after

all this time, the growled 'boy' made his heart race.

A light touched made his ass scream, but Sir's focus

was on his cock, hand working him, thumb scraping
across the tip. His toes curled, legs drawing up, the plug
in his ass shifting inside him.

"Gonna make you fly, Boy. Gonna make you come."
Oh, yes. Yes, please. Please. "Yes, sir. Please, sir."

He squeezed the cock inside him harder, calves
clenching.

The grip on his prick got tighter, Sir squeezing

somehow near the head of his cock and making the
pleasure bigger.

"Oh." His eyes flew open, but he only saw blurs.
Sir reached with his other hand, gripping the cockring

and dragging it up over his hard prick.

"Oh. Oh, please..." He twisted, body jerking, reaching

for the touch.

"You can come now." Sir squeezed the tip of his cock

so tight he thought it was going to explode right off.

He shot so hard the world greyed out, his mind

shattering.

He came to slowly, Sir's hands on him, a warm cloth

wiping him clean.

"Thank you." He blinked, more than a little dazed.
Sir stroked his cheek. "You're welcome, Boy. You

did well today. Very well."

The praise pleased him, eased him. "I am glad I

decided to come back. It was a good decision."

"It was. A very good decision, boy." The straw was

held back up to his lips.

He drank deeply, the cold juice almost shocking.

He'd forgotten he was hungry, thirsty.

"There's protein added to the juice, so your body can

replenish."

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"It's good. I didn't know I was thirsty."
"That's because I hadn't told you yet that you were."
Issak was relatively sure it didn't work that way. On

the other hand, the rules in the Glove seemed totally
different. Heavens knew he wanted them to be.

"Sleep," murmured Sir, kissing the top of his head.

"Tomorrow's another full day."

"Yes, sir." He nodded, eyes falling closed, the arms

around him keeping him close and it might have been
disloyal, but he couldn't help but think that this Sir was
even better than Mal, that this Sir was maybe his.

***

Car made sure Issak was well-settled before he

slipped from the bed. He stood for a moment longer,
watching Issak as the man slept. Issak was beautiful in
his submission, in the way he gave in to his needs.

Beautiful and quite delicious.
Smiling at the thought, he went over to the other side

of the room and hit the comm, calling Mal. He owed the
man a thank you for such an interesting sub.

"'lo?" Mal's face appeared, drenched with sweat, the

sounds of the gym all around.

"I wanted to check in. Hope it's not an inconvenient

time."

"Not at all. How's Issak?"
"Sleeping the well-deserved sleep of the wrung out

and exhausted."

"Excellent. Any questions?"
He hesitated a moment and then decided, impertinent

or not, he wanted to know. "You never had sex with
him, did you?"

"No. No, I don't have sex with clients. He understood

that and filled that need elsewhere."

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"How about kisses? Simple touches -- your hand on

his arm, his belly, that kind of thing?"

"I don't kiss." Mal sighed, shook his head. "There

was very little physical contact -- I had Bowie up to
massage him; we had some intense masturbation
sessions. He enjoyed spankings, bondage, blindfolds. He
has terrible insomnia. Much of our scene work was
simply getting him a few hours of rest in a row."

Car glanced over at the sleeping Issak and grinned.

Perhaps a little physical contact had been the missing
component between Issak and Mal; he'd certainly seen
no signs of trouble sleeping. Yet. It wouldn't do to get
too cocky. "Thank you, Mal. I didn't mean to pry -- I
was just seeking information."

"No problem. He wanders. Don't let him access

information -- as soon as the news feeds start, he's lost."

"Yes, I'd gathered the outside world was one big

distraction. Not to worry, we'll have plenty to keep us
busy. Thank you, Mal, for the opportunity. He's an
excellent sub."

"He is. You're an excellent top." The comm clicked

off.

He snorted and reminded himself Mal was a busy

man. And he had a sub to ponder, to study. To impress.
And he wanted to impress Issak. For the first time in a
long time, he wanted a relationship with another man,
something in Issak called out to him, said they were
well-matched. The words 'meant to be together' were
silly and unrealistic, and yet they were the ones that
came to mind.

He clicked on the man's file again, reading carefully

this time -- both for the good and the bad. There had
been few meltdowns, but the ones Issak had were
impressive. Most of them were correlated to Issak's

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work or stress, but sounding and enemas both had sent
the man into a tailspin.

Interesting.
He wandered back to Issak's side, watching the

handsome face as the man slept. The man was dreaming,
frowns and smiles passing quickly over the man's face.
He would work Issak toward sleeping like this each
evening.

One hand reached out, even in sleep, and wrapped

around his ankle.

He considered Issak's need for contact, the way the

man had reacted to each of his touches and the orgasm-
deepened sleep. He wouldn't say that it had been wrong
of Mal to keep physical contact between them to a
minimum, but he thought it was a good thing Mal had
passed the baton to him. He would make sure it had
been the right choice.

He would make sure they found out how to give each

other what they needed.

Right now, that meant sleep for Issak.
He went to the bathroom and had a glass of juice

before he went back to Issak's bed and climbed in. It felt
like he was meant to be here. As if Issak agreed, the
man's arms wrapped around him, clung to him.

Smiling, he let himself sleep lightly.

End.

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