Nathan/Reese - Service with a smile Who: Nathan Fillion/Reese Rideout When: Current Where: Engine room then Nate's cabin What: NC-17. Bondage, control, power exchange. OCD gone wild. Nathan needs something fixed in his cabin, gets more than he bargained for.
Nathan tried - he really tried - to ignore it. He'd been on board two days now, but he just was not getting past it. The ship was gorgeous. His suite was exceptional. Still, he just could not get over that irritating annoyance. Every time he went into the living area, it tormented him. Every sixty seconds it came along to mock his sense of order and structure. Finally, he could take no more of it. They would just have to fix it or give him another cabin. He had called for a repairman exactly 483 seconds ago and was still waiting. He sat on the silk sofa staring at the obnoxious gadget, waiting.
Reese had been hounding the Chief Engineer for attention for the better part of half an hour. With Reese, attention almost certainly led to sexual innuendos and the like, and many of his co-workers were frankly bored with him. He was like a puppy. An oversexed, perennially horny puppy with a one track mind. Surely they used him and abused him from time to time, but like most people, they were always looking for newer and shinier partners. In the end, the Chief had sent Reese up to take care of a Master's problem. Reese was a little puzzled by getting called up into the cabins, when he was usually forbidden to leave the engine room, but he took his tools and happily went about his errand.
He arrived at the correct cabin and knocked on the door. Reese was wearing honest-to-goodness overalls over a tee shirt so tight anyone could tell the size and shape of his nipples, but which also hugged every curve of his musculature. "You called for service, sir?" he called out.
"Finally!" Nate exclaimed, practically leaping to his feet. He opened the door. "It's about..." he started to say but the words died out as he gazed at what they sent. Surely, this could not be a crew member, but the man wore no collar. Nate shook his head slightly and stepped aside. "Come in," he muttered and closed the door behind the man. His eyes trailed over the man's rear as he passed him. No way those overalls were the right size. "I-I'm having a serious problem here," he continued and motioned over to the wall clock.
Reese wasn't merely not the brightest bulb in the box. He was, in his own mother's words, dumber than a box of hair. He was only incidentally adorable, because he was so pretty, when he smiled and looked blankly from the wall clock back to the hunk of a Master who had called him here. "What can I do for you, sir?" he asked politely. Polite he could do. On the other hand, he couldn't help himself from checking out Nathan's hands. He had a thing for big hands, mainly because they tended to hit harder than the option. His smile widened slightly when he saw Nathan's. My word. What a cutie. I wish I was wearing a collar right now.
That secretive smile that had appeared quite of its own volition on Nathan's lips while he stared at that tight ass quickly disappeared at the man's question. "What do you mean? Don't you see it?" He stepped up to the wall clock and slowly directed his index finger towards it, as if he were trying to pin something down. "There!" he shouted, "See? The second hand sticks when it gets to 12, then it skips over a couple of seconds to catch up." He turned back to the handyman. His eyes were filled with both excitement and irritation. "It's maddening. Fix it. Please."
Reese blinked at Nathan a few times, then finally gave up and giggled softly under his breath. "The what? I'm sorry, I mean, it does, sir?" He tried to understand what the problem was here, but his brain could not figure it out. Finally, an idea came to him and his whole face lit up. Surely he had been set up by his co-workers and this was some sort of scene he was supposed to play out. Yeah, it was just like one of those scenes he did in porn back in the day, except some older, burly guy had been the repairman and he'd been the boy alone at home. He nearly bounced, thinking he was getting to play with the hunky Master.
"Ohh, I believe I see the problem, sir. Let me get a better look," Reese replied. He set his toolbox down and undid the straps of his overalls. He then promptly peeled off his tee shirt. "It's awfully hot in here. You don't mind, do you, sir?" he continued, playing the ingenue. He still hadn't taken a good look at the clock.
"Wha..." Nate mumbled as a strip show started right in his living room. His eyes were glued to the young man's bared chest for several seconds. His hands twitched nervously at his sides. He was as confused as Reese, but for completely different reasons. Then, the sound of the second hand sticking caught his attention again and the erotic hypnosis was broken. "Wait. What are you doing?" he asked, blinking and shaking his head. "There's something wrong with that clock. Can't you tell?" Suddenly something else needled Nate's eyes. The toolbox. "Oh my God! That toolbox is filthy and you put it right on the carpet!" Nate closed the gap between him and the offending toolbox; consequently, also getting right in front of the half naked young man. He bent down to pick up the box, his face coming within inches of Reese's chest. "Here," he handed the box back to Reese. "Shit! It's on my hand now!" With that, Nate rushed to the sink in the kitchenette and washed his hands.
For a moment there, Reese thought things were going to get interesting, and then the big, tough, macho man in the room had had a hissy fit and stormed out because something was... dirty? He huffed out a giggle, thinking it was probably part of the joke. But Nathan had been so close Reese had actually felt his breath on his chest and had gotten a woody for his trouble. He adjusted himself and looked around the room. He saw a newspaper and took out some ad pages to put on the carpet before setting the toolbox down. He glared at the toolbox stupidly, blaming it for stopping his fun. He then sighed vigorously and decided to take a look at the offending clock. Hopefully the Master had left the room to get some paddles and sex toys. He thought of his jolly green gel rotating dildo and couldn't refrain from grinning.
Reese was used to working with heavy machinery, and so the delicate workings of the wall clock were outside his zone of expertise. He looked at the back of the clock, his face scrunched up in concentration so that he looked like he was passing a particularly painful gas. He finally figured out he only had to turn the cover counterclockwise in order to open the back of the clock, and he smiled contentedly until he did just that and tiny springs and wheels rained out of the cursed thing.
"Shit, shit, shit," Reese muttered under his breath.
Nate was aware of what kind of place the ship was. He had chosen to come and live here for a while for precisely that reason. Still, he had no idea that everyone's libido would be turned up to eleven at all times. All he wanted was to have that blasted clock fixed!
He emerged from the kitchenette with a damp tea towel and proceeded to scrub the spot on the carpet where the toolbox had been. There really was no dirt left behind, but he just could not rest if he was not absolutely certain it was clean. Satisfied the spot was clean at the microscopic level, Nathan gazed up from the kneeling position at the handyman. Nathan's eyes went wide as he finally saw the carnage Reese had made of the clock. He was speechless as he just stared up with a mixture of incredulity and fatigue. It should not be this hard.
Reese may not be too smart, but he was self-aware enough to be embarrassed. He gave Nathan a little pained grin and turned back to stare at all the little pieces all over the place. He turned back to Nathan and said, "I... uh... I think I need some... smaller tools. I'll be right back?" He fished in his back pocket for his bandanna, pushing his overalls down past half his buttock. Reese, of course, did not believe in underwear. Finding it, he pulled out the miserable, greasy thing and with his other hand he brushed all the little pieces off the table he'd been standing over and onto the bandanna. He then bent down, giving Nathan a real eyeful, and picked up whatever parts had bounced off the table and onto the carpet. "I'm real sorry, sir. I'll get this back to you in no time," he said meekly, and sped off to get Nathan a replacement.
Nathan can't recall another time when he had been so repulsed and so turned on at the same time. He never would have thought it possible, in fact. The sight of that muscled torso, those remarkably symmetrical dimples on the young man's ass, and the peek of rear cleavage went straight to Nate's groin. But then, the sight of that greasy dirty rag made him want to run for the Phisoderm.
Before Nate could react, the boy was out of the room. A blessing really, though the sudden absence was palpable. It took a couple of minutes for Nate to get his breathing under control and be able to stand up again. Unclear if he was excited by lust or anxious from having his orderly world turned upside down in a matter of minutes. He took the tea towel back to the kitchenette, still in a bit of a haze. A drink. Yes, I need a drink. He poured himself a bit of brandy. As he sipped it, Nate spotted the man's t-shirt on the chair where he had dropped it. His eyes shifted about the room. Surely, the boy would come back for it. Did he say he would come back? Nathan couldn't remember. Nate finished his drink and relented to his compulsion. He picked up the shirt and folded it into a neat square. Before putting it down on the table, he brought it up to his nose. He didn't know why - he never knew why - but he just had to smell it. "Ohh God..." he murmured.
Reese remembered he had a service key with which to enter any of the vacant cabins, except it was in his toolbox so he wouldn't forget it. Great. The boy hunted down a security guard, who teased him mercilessly about the things he'd have to do to get a key, but who in the end simply let him into a room, red faced and mortified. He didn't care about the teasing, but he felt awful to keep the Master waiting. He hurried back as soon as he disposed of the ruined clock. It would eventually get to the shop and be properly fixed, any missing pieces ordered and replaced. At least he had found one that worked. He knew, because he'd spent a whole three minutes watching the second hand to make sure it didn't stall anywhere.
He knocked on the door to Nathan's cabin once more and entered. "I'm sorry I took so long, Sir. I hate to disappoint," he said, all eagerness and sculpted, mostly unblemished torso. He replaced the clock on the wall, his back stretching languorously as he slowly and carefully hung it up. He turned around with a satisfied, hopeful smile.
By the time the young man returned, Nate had a second drink and was sitting calmly on the sofa. He watched the blur of naked flesh and blonde hair scamper across his living room and replace the clock on the wall. As Nate silently inspected the clock - still not rising from his seat - a relieved smile came over his face. "You fixed it?" he finally asked, tearing his eyes away from the clock to look at Reese. A sudden twitch of his cock made blood color his face a bit.
"Um... yeah," Reese lied convincingly, beaming at the pleased tone in the Master's voice. "Is there... anything else this boy can do for you, sir?" he asked, even though he'd been told a thousand times not to refer to himself that way while on the job. It gave the passengers the wrong idea. Except Reese very much wanted this customer to get the wrong idea. He rubbed his hands on his muscular thighs, a little nervously, and his eyes drifted down to Nathan's crotch. His clearly defined abs rose with his breath, smoothing his skin hypnotically every time. The boy did nothing but work out every free minute he had when he wasn't trolling for sex, and it showed.
Since coming on board, Nathan had not yet booked any slaves. He would, and soon, but he just needed to feel comfortable in his new surrounding first. However, from the few experiences he had in BDSM clubs, he did recognize that style of speech. Then there was what the boy was actually doing. If he were an antenna, he'd be broadcasting sex clear across the ocean. So again Nate had to wonder if the handyman was a slave. As he considered this, Nate rose from his seat slowly and made his way to the door. He settled his eyes on the young man as he closed the door. "What's your name?" Nate asked in a rather intimate tone.
There was a moment of apprehension when Nathan walked towards the door, but Reese was happy as a puppy with a bone when he saw the Master close the door to the cabin shut. "Reese, sir." He idly wondered if Nathan had seen any of his movies, even as his fingertips unconsciously dusted over the his overalls where they were precariously poised over his hipbones. He straightened from excitement, and his overalls slid right down to show the top of his neatly trimmed blond pubes.
Another man might have already jumped Reese's bones and been done with him by now. Nathan, other the other hand, was a very particular sort of man. At times likes these having OCD was not such a bad thing, as it afforded Nate the opportunity to slow down when others would rush in. And in slowing down, Nate could appreciate the details that others certainly would miss. Details like the way some of those little hairs peeking out of the overalls caught the light. Splendid, really. "Well, Reese, I'm Nathan," he said in that same throaty voice as before, "or Nate." Coming up to Reese, Nate stood about a foot away from him. He reached a hand out, but did not touch the boy. He just sort of let his hand hover over Reese's chest. His eyes were focused on the spot his hand would touch if only he'd move a little closer. "Satisfy my curiosity, would you? Are you really a crew member or are you a slave?"
Reese's heartbeat raced as the other man took charge. He felt the skin of his chest tighten in anticipation to Nathan's touch. He swallowed when the contact never came. "I-I'm crew, sir," he answered truthfully, "b-but I'm... available, sir. It's in my contract," he added hurriedly. "I m-mean, there's a temporary contract available on my file, sir. I can be a very good boy," he said, finally. He had not, in fact, been booked by anyone yet, but he was quite hopeful. He had a keen sense when it came to being wanted, and he'd been getting all the right kind of signals from Nathan up until now. He silently begged in his mind that Nathan would not send him away.
Nathan chuckled softly, capturing Reese's eyes with his own. "Oh, I think you've made it crystal clear your available." He tilts his head slightly to the side, letting a lazy smile reside on his lips. The scent coming off the boy was masculine and rich, like on the t-shirt. It alone drew Nathan closer. Still, he did not touch Reese. "I'll need you to take a shower. There's an enema bag in there, as well. Use it. Would you do that for me, Reese?"
"Yes, sir... Master... Sir!" Reese replied eagerly, even while blushing at his having been so obvious. He really had a knack of making a fool of himself over a handsome man who he even suspected of being a dominant. He kicked off his boots as he spoke, and unclasped the side buttons keeping his overalls in place. The rough jean fabric pooled around his ankles, uncovering a bobbing erection that sprang up from between the boy's thighs. "Would you like to watch, sir?" Reese asked with a smile.
Nate sighed a 'wow' at the complete revelation of Reese's body. The young man was indeed impressive. Nate took a couple of reluctant steps back to allow Reese to move. He shook his head at the question. The shower was necessary for him to proceed, but he could not watch. Most people had odd habits in the bathroom; he certain did. No need to see such things. "You go ahead. The bathroom's through the bedroom."
"Yes, sir," Reese replied, and he didn't let his disappointment show. His background in porn at least had served to teach him how to make taking a bath or shower a pleasant visual experience for others, for his handlers had trained all of those odd quirks and habits out of him. Too bad Nathan had no way of knowing that. On the other hand, it freed Reese to clean up more efficiently, not bothering to make it look good. The enema made him feel sexy and horny, and he moaned as he rinsed his rectum thoroughly a few times, possibly loud enough to be heard outside. By the time he had finished he was painfully hard, his foreskin firmly pulled behind the bright red head of his cock. He walked back out into the main room of the cabin, a full, glistening drop of precome shining on the tip of his hard on. He knelt at Nathan's feet and presented down, saying. "Your boy is ready, Master. There are provisional collars in your toy box, if it pleases you, sir."
Nate did indeed hear Reese. It made him smile. That one was a slut through and through. As Reese showered, Nate looked up the boy's contract on his laptop. He had used it a couple of times previous, mainly to survey the slave population. He had not thought to look up information on any of the crew. Well, all that came up when he looked up Reese was just some basic stats, job info and the contract. Nate scanned it quickly and signed it electronically. There, nice and legal. He was new at this sort of thing, but he understood the importance of contracts between free men.
When Reese returned, Nate had already pulled out the sofa bed and was enjoying a third swallow of brandy. That would be his last for the day, but it certainly helped to calm the worst of his compulsive tendencies. He grinned at the kneeling boy. "Oh, I know. I brought a few of my own too. Stand up. Let get a good look at you." As if Reese had not being giving him that since he walked into the room.
From his position on the floor, perfectly round ass turned up, Reese kept his back very straight and straightened his whole torso upwards, showing off his form and the tight muscles of his midsection.He then got up on his feet, hands folded behind his head to give Nathan an unobstructed view of his whole body. He swallowed, feeling his erection throb relentlessly, and he had to remind himself to keep his gaze down submissively.
"Holy fuck, boy, you do know how to work the pretty," Nate said with a well-humored chuckle. Nate stood slightly to Reese's side. He moved to touch the boy, hesitated, then moved to Reese's other side. There he brought his fingertips within an 1/8th of a inch of touching Reese's nipple, then hesitated again.
Reese blinked a few times, then giggled softly, uncomprehending. The boy positively vibrated from the incessant teasing of the touch that never landed on his skin. He moaned, whimper like, and bit his tongue to avoid trying to rush the Master by begging. He could never tell this early on if the Master liked begging or not. Some of them got off on it, others were annoyed.
Nate liked the moan and didn't even mind the giggle. But he wasn't doing this to tease Reese. It was all part of his ritual of threes. Some things were set, like having to flush the toilet three times. Other things were random. But the pattern was always the same; three was his number. That was the third time he had moved to touch Reese and had not, so with that compulsion out of the way he could proceed in peace. He finally let his hand rest on Reese's collar and traced the bones from shoulder to shoulder. "You can put your arms down now."
Reese let out a contented sigh when he felt that large hand on him. He obediently let his arms down, leaning into Nathan's touch instinctively. The pooling precome on his tip began to glide down the underside of his shaft. This wasn't Reese's usual fuck and bruise type of dom, but it was very nice nonetheless. He wasn't complaining.
"Oh, you are a very good boy," Nathan said, almost purred. He let both his hands now glide over Reese's hard, smooth chest. He let his fingernails scratch over the boy's pecks lightly, leaving little red marks that quickly faded. Since discovering this lifestyle, Nathan found the most satisfying part of it was controlling other people. Amazingly, being dominant in these circumstances seemed to come naturally to him. He certainly was not like this in other aspects of his life. But having someone under his control, doing what he wanted, well that was just the most thrilling thing he'd ever experienced. "Hold out your hands. Close together."
"Thank you, sir," Reese whispered sweetly. He hummed softly as Nathan caressed him and gasped as he felt his nails scratch over his over sensitized skin. Reese had just waxed that morning, and been to the sauna after his workout, so his sense of touch felt heightened somehow. His eyes glazed over, thinking of the possible pains to come as he held out his hands like the Master ordered.
Nathan's hands trailed along Reese's arms, squeezing and groping the muscles under the taut flesh. It was not until he reached the hands that Nate noticed something unacceptable on the boy. "No no," he said shaking his head. He took Reese's hands in a tight grip and turned them over so he could better look at the nails. The boys hands were clean, except for thin black lines deep under the fingernails and along the cuticles. "You didn't clean your hands properly," Nate states with disappointment.
"S-sir?" Reese said, the tone in Nathan's voice bringing him out of his reverie. He looked down and saw the problem. "Oh, but... but I did, Sir. This one's a mechanic, and after a while that engine grease never comes out, Sir," he said apologetically. The tight grip felt nice, just hard enough to hurt, just angry enough to be a little scary. "This boy will take what punishment Master desires," he added. Maybe some good would come of this, after all.
"Oh I know you will," Nate replied, "but first we have to take care of this situation." He actually looked excited now. And why wouldn't he be? He has a beautiful slut who's practically vibrating with sexual energy, and now he was going to do some hand washing, too. Yay! "Don't move!" Nate said, then disappeared into the bedroom for a few minutes. He rummaged through the bag of toys he brought on board. When he reemerged, he was smiling secretly and had with him a long length of hemp rope. "Okay, palms together." Nate proceeded to bind Reese's wrists together, winding the long, rough rope tightly around his wrists. He was careful and detailed as always. He secured the rope with a tight cross knot and took a step back to inspect his work.
Nathan found Reese bouncing on the balls of his feet a little. He grinned like a kid in a candy store as Nathan bound his wrists and darted looks at the Master as he was inspected. Reese licked his lips expectantly, wondering what was coming next. Hopefully a good, hard thrashing with the paddle. Or maybe a cane. He hadn't been hit until he cried in such a long time, he could feel his back teeth ache with the need for it, like the proverbial itch one cannot scratch.
It was not until he took a step back and took in Reese as a whole that Nate noticed something else he would have to correct. He had come prepared for this, though. "You have a very impressive cock, boy, but it's going to make a mess," he said casually. Out of his pocket, Nate fished out a black vinyl condom-like sleeve. At the open end was an adjustable cock ring. "I had this specially made in Amsterdam," he said proudly. Nate crouched in front of Reese and took the boy's engorged cock in his hand; it was hot and throbbed madly. One of those unexplainable impulses flooded his better judgment again, making Nate lean forward slightly and lick the precum off the obscenely red tip. He shuddered from the bitter taste, but his own cock responded with another approving jolt. He quickly slipped the vinyl sleeve over the hard cock, securing the ring tightly at its base. "Okay, think we're ready," Nate said in a shaky sigh as he stood.
Reese flushed all the way from his belly up to his cheeks when Nathan praised his cock. "Thank you, Master," he said sweetly. He watched the process of Nathan getting to his knees before him and explaining about the specially made cock sleeve. He purred and caught his breath in quick succession when the Master took him in hand, and he gasped and moaned loudly when he licked the precome off him. Reese whimpered when the tight ring constricted the blood flow to and from his erection, and again when he felt his balls draw up against his body in protest. He was nearly ready to blow, and they were just getting started. One thing working in porn was unable to kill in Reese was his love for sex. He waited patiently for Nathan to instruct him on his next move. Shivering slightly, he begged in that sweet submissive voice he only used in scenes. "Master, could this boy wear your collar, please?"
Nathan was lost in visions of wrapping more hemp rope around Reese's strong body when the boy's pleading request brought it back around to the hear and now. He grinned and nodded. "Of course. Had forgotten about that," he said, his voice trailing as he went back in the bedroom to pick out a collar of the boy. "You must get this all time," he continued talking from the other room, "but you can easily make a man forget his own name." He brought back a thick, wide leather collar with three large metal rings around it. He wrapped around Reese's neck and locked it in the back. "You know, you can talk all you want. I don't mind. In fact, I like it when my boys tell me what they like," he said with that coy but arousing smile of his.
Reese giggled to himself when the Master walked away, happy he was getting a collar. He heard the comment about forgetting his name, and he blinked stupidly at the wall in front of him. He didn't quite understand what that meant. It happened to him sometimes, that his undiagnosed ADD kicked in hard and he suddenly didn't even know where he was or what was said. It caused him no end of trouble with authority figures, and accounted for a lot of his stupidity.
The boy simply smiled at the Master and looked pretty. He was good at that. "Thank you, Master," he replied, shivering all over when he heard that click of the collar closing around his neck. His breathing deepened. He nodded politely at Nathan, but couldn't think of a thing to say, so he just said dumbly, "Okay."
"Okay," Nate echoed. "Now to the dirt situation." He led his bound, collared boy to the kitchenette sink and ran the water, hot. It wasn't scorching hot, just hotter than most people would find comfortable. He guided Reese's bound hands under the flow, holding them there firmly when the boy flinched slightly. "Now, pay attention. I'm going to show you how to properly clean your hands," he murmured. From the cupboard above the sink, Nate took out a nail brush, a wash cloth and a pointed metal nail file. Nate began by lathering both Reese's hands with the hand soap and washcloth. He was slow and methodical, employing the same hand-washing methodology he used on himself. He washed Reese's hands as a mother would, gently and lovingly. The more he washed, the more Nate became aware of the little imperfections in the hands: scars, callouses. These were a working man's hands and not like his own at all. There was a small scab on the a knuckle. Nate rubbed it with the washcloth until the dead skin peeled off. "There. That's better," he commented to himself in a breathy voice.
"Yes, sir," Reese dutifully replied, eyeing the nail brush warily. He ended up wearing an 'aw, shucks' face as he watched Nathan wash his hands with such meticulous care and enthusiasm. He thought it was very cute, biting his bottom lip. After initially twitching a few times when the hot water hit his hands, he realized it was no worse than the hot engines he worked on below decks every day. Reese gritted his teeth, scrunching up half his face until one eye was tightly shut as Nathan rubbed away one of his scabs. Once Nathan finished and commented, Reese relaxed and replied with a simple, "Uh-huh." He caught himself and amended, "I mean, thank you, Master."
Nate smiled, but didn't take his eyes off Reese's hands. "We're not through yet," he said quietly. A bit of soap on the nail brush and he went to work on Reese's nails. He scrubbed them more forcefully than how he had began. As he worked the brush back and forth, he tried to push the bristles under the nails to get at the dirt there. "Hmmm, these are stubborn alright."
Making faces that would have made Jim Carrey proud, Reese did his best not to writhe in agony as those bristles dug under his nails. This wasn't the kind of pain that made him horny, it was the kind of obnoxious pain that sadists loved and he didn't like so much. He couldn't hold back a whimper or two, and at one point, he did a little dance on his feet when a hard bristle poked him like a needle in the tender flesh under his nails. He mouthed an agonized 'Ow' but managed not to make a sound that time. Eventually, he broke into a light sweat.
Nate was not a sadist; he was a neat freak. But that was probably of little comfort to Reese as Nate traded the nail brush for the file. He was oblivious to the boy's discomfort; he was, after all, doing something very important here. He dug deep under the boy's nails. He had to hold his hands in an even tighter grip as they began to shake a little. The Master too had broken out into a light sweat, but his was from excitement. He was actually making progress getting that caked on dirt and grease to come loose; that was supremely exciting to Nathan. He began scraping the dirt from around the cuticles, pushing them back a bit too far.
Reese tried and failed to stay silent. He began making all these helpless puppy dog noises, and he would have lost his erection if it hadn't been for the tight ring keeping him hard. The boy yelped when a cuticle went back way too far, and he fully expected to see blood all over his fingertips by the time this was all over. The persistent discomfort was enough for him to zone just slightly, but it was welcome. He shivered and leaned towards Nathan's warmth on pure instinct, sweat beading on his brow and on his upper lip.
Nate did hear the yelp and it gave him pause. He turned his head in time to catch that pained and sweetly vulnerable expression on Reese's face. "I'm almost finished, darling," he said gently. It really wasn't his intention to cause the boy pain; at least not the 'bad' kind of pain. He just had to get that damned dirt out, though. A little more poking and scraping and he was done. Reese's hands were clean to Nate's satisfaction, but they were also red and rubbed raw. Take a clean tea towel, Nate dried the boy's hands with the same loving gentleness from before. "There. All clean now," he said with a smile. "You did very well, holding still for me like that." Leaning in, Nate rewarded Reese with a kiss on his cheek.
Reese couldn't help but warm to the gentle tone of Nathan's masculine voice, and he gritted his teeth valiantly, waiting for the minor ordeal to end. He knew he was being a wuss, since he'd taken massive amounts of pain on other occasions. It was just that his cuticles and the flesh under his nails was so damn sensitive, he couldn't help his body's reactions. He hissed once, his fingers sore even to the soft towel, but he managed a smile for Nathan when he announced it was all done. "Thank you, Master," he said, and he giggled because being kissed on the cheek felt at once silly and some sweet emotion that he couldn't quite place. It had been nice, and he beamed at Nathan in return. Bouncing on the balls of his feet, the pain forgotten, he asked, "Does this one pass muster now, Sir?"
Smirking, Nate nodded. "Yes. You're the cleanest mechanic ever now." Nate chuckled, realizing the extent of his obsession with cleanliness in a rare moment of self-awareness. He led Reese back into the living room and made him stand in front of the large mirror over the fireplace. "You're very handsome," he said softly as he stood close behind the boy, "and your body is beautiful..." He trailed off as he dropped his head and began mouthing the muscles between Reese's collared neck and shoulders. Nate's arms encircled the boy from behind. His hands found Reese's nipples. He teased them with smooth fingers; lightly at first, then pinching roughly. "I want to bind your body with rope," Nate murmured even as his mouth continued to taste the boy's clean flesh.
Reese thrived under Nathan's touch. He didn't know much, but he knew his body was made to be touched. Hence, he did his duty and kept it in tip top shape. Interestingly enough, Reese was about as obsessed with his body fat ratio and exercise regime as Nathan was with cleanliness. He purred softly while Nathan fondled him, then progressed into little moans as the big man pinched his nipples. "Oh, yes, please. Please, Master, yes. Harder, please," he murmured. "Huh?" he asked stupidly at the mention of the rope. He pressed his skin to Nathan's lips. The man had an allure that went beyond mere looks, and Reese would have been happy to be Nathan's puppy, if that's what it took to get him to touch him like this. "Oh, yeah. Yes, Master. Please, tie this one up. Hurt it all you want, Master. This one loves to be bound, and hurt," he said, then giggled. "And pretty much anything... Sir."
Nathan loved all the needful sounds coming out of Reese. The begging went straight to his head, made him feel even more in control. It saddens him to think sometimes how long it took him to discover this lifestyle. Before he was always too shy or too anxious to really enjoy himself with someone else. But something clicked in his head the first time he tied another man up. It was right, and he was the most at ease with himself he'd ever been.
Backing up, Nate unbuttoned and removed his own shirt, revealing his own nicely muscled torso. He folded the shirt neatly and set it down on a nearby chair. Shoes and socks followed, those were tucked under the chair. Nate fetched another help rope; this one was 30 feet long. "Do you know about shibari?" he asked as he began to uncoil the rope.
"Whoa," Reese said admiringly. "Master is hot!" He watched Nathan remove his shoes and socks next, and felt a hankering to suck on those feet. The Master was big all over and cuddly, Reese thought, thanking his lucky stars he'd gotten sent to his cabin today. He veritably danced in place, his eyes twinkling when the lengths of rope were revealed. For a long moment the boy thought he had misheard the question somehow, because he'd understood everything but whatever came after about. Finally, he giggled again, that sound between a chuckle and a true giggle that drove Pat, the captain, nearly homicidal. "I... what? Master?"
The compliment made Nate blush. He knew he was good looking, but he wasn't the type to flaunt it. "Thank you. I'm glad you approve," he said with a wink at the boy.
Nathan smiled kindly at Reese's confusion. He had the distinct impression that Reese was... well... lacking in a few cognitive faculties. He didn't mind it though. He'd known quite a few intellectuals and found them to be intolerably pretentious more often than not. So a dumb but nice boy with a body like that Nate could accept easily.
"Shibari is the Japanese art of rope bondage," he explained patiently. He came back to Reese and ran a folded length of the rope over his chest and stomach. "Would you like Master to bind you with this rough rope... tight, like your wrists?" he asked adopting that low, intimate tone again.
"Aw, yeah!" Reese said, understanding dawning on him. "That's hot." The boy's shoulders crept up deliciously. "Anything Master asks in that voice is fine with this one," he added. Reese wriggled against the rope playfully. "Would Master like it better if this one pretended to resist?"
That question caught Nate off guard. "Why would I want you to pretend to resist?" he asked. Nate looked into the boy's eyes, searching for meaning, but the expression was blank. Or rather there was just lust there and no ulterior motives. He shook his head and chuckled absently. "Never mind. It's not really that important. No, I don't want you to resist or to pretend to resist. In fact, relax and just do as I tell you." Fact was, if Nate ever encountered an unwilling partner, he would just call the whole thing off. He wasn't interested in fighting battles; at least, not at this point in his development as a master. "Put your arms up, head in between them, wrists back."
Reese eagerly did as he was told, grinning minutely the whole time. He assumed the position, and if that gave him an excuse to stick his bubble butt out a little, then that was all for the best. He could feel his cock throbbing against its constraints, but there was nothing he could do about that, and it wasn't very painful yet. The reason why Reese made such a successful submissive even though he wasn't very smart was the fact that his simple minded demeanor allowed him to follow directions without question. Everything was fun to him, so long as there was sex and pain involved. Oh yes, and humiliation. Reese loved nothing more than being humiliated in any way, shape or form.
Nate whistled appreciatively at the way Reese's back arched when he stood that way. "Perfect." He traced the bones of Reese's spine with a couple of fingers, slowly feeling the little hard bumps all the way down to his tail bone. He smirked at the way the boy fidgeted involuntarily. "Must tickle, huh?"
It was time to go to work. Taking the rope, Nate began by wrapping the boy's already bound wrists to keep them in that position. He looped the rope around the two rings on the side of Reese's collar; then snaked it under his arms, crossing it behind him. And so he continued - looping, crossing, knotting the rope - until it was all spent and Reese's torso and genitals were bound. It took the better part of twenty minutes. When he was through, Nate was sweaty and hard in his pants.
"Yes, Master," Reese said. It did tickle, actually. The boy felt the tightening of the heavy rope around his limbs and body, focusing on his breathing when it felt like it was going to take forever. The sense of loss of control was subtle, far subtler than the usual fare for Reese, but it was no less effective. He didn't realize it at first, but after twelve to fifteen minutes he realized that his muscles were screaming at him to move, and he couldn't. His arms were held and so was his body, lengths of rope intertwined so that each pectoral muscle was framed, and so were his abs and navel. His arms strained, trying to move, and the feeling of helplessness made Reese moan. He felt his cock and balls similarly constrained, and he moaned again when he found that his range of movement had become next to none while he wasn't looking. He happened to glance over at Nathan as he studiously moved around him until he ran out of rope, and purred when he saw the sizable bulge in the Master's slacks. He was breathing through his mouth now, excited and intrigued.
"Splendid," Nate said in a heavy, breathy voice. "Now that beautiful body of yours is art." He crossed his arms over his chest and just stared at Reese. "Shall I just look at you... for a few hours?" he asked with a smirk. He was teasing, of course. He wouldn't be able to keep his hands off his bound slut much longer, but he wanted to hear more begging.
"Master, please," Reese said, feeling oddly exposed for someone who loved to go around naked. He started squirming and pulling everywhere, testing his bounds, because that's the way the mind works. Everything had been fine until Reese's body realized it couldn't so much as move a muscle without pulling on his whole body it seemed, from the way he was bound. He whimpered, and spread his legs a bit further to keep his balance. He shivered every time he pulled helplessly and the ropes tightened the noose around his cock and balls. He made little moan-like sounds with nearly every breath, which quickened in the body's natural response of exhilaration and fear. He tried to smile a few times, and let out his little giggles, but in truth he was getting off on the roundabout way in which Nathan had taken full control of his body without straining a muscle. He had a new admiration for the Master who had tricked him into this game. The thought of him not being touched, just looked at for so long made him strain his bounds further, whimpering. "Please. Please, touch me. Please."
Nathan's world spun for a minute as he watched the display of wantonness before him. He had no idea who was really in control now as Reese's moans and squirms drove his senses wild, but he was loving it. His cock strained against the confined space of his pants. He could not wait any longer, even if he had wanted. He needed to feel that hot, taut flesh just as much as Reese needed to be touched. Leaning down, he took one pebbled nipple between his lips. He licked and rolled it with his tongue, then scrapped his teeth lightly over it. His fingers dug deep into the ample flesh of the boy's ass. Nate's mouth moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the first. He couldn't get enough of the scent and taste of Reese's heated skin. He traced his tongue along the edges of the ropes binding the boy's torso, knowing his captive's sense of touch would be heightened there.
Reese hissed softly when Nathan mouthed the first nipple, then cried out when the Master grabbed his needy ass while nibbling on his nub. He was moaning by the time Nathan turned his attention to his other nipple. Nate's tonguing along the ropes turned Reese's voice hoarse, and he flexed every muscle in his body while writhing like a captive snake in his bounds. "Master, oh God, that's so hot. Oh my... fuck! Aw, sorry, Master. Oh my God, please, don't stop. Please! Please, Master. Oh, God, fuck me! Hurt me, do anything you want to me, but please, don't stop."
Nathan had to smile; the frantic pleading was just too endearing. He pinched Reese's nipple hard and whispered, "Mmm, I will sweet boy. All in due time." Straightening, he pulled Reese against him and planted a hot, nerve-searing kiss on the boy's lips. With his blood boiling in lust, Nate's OCD always took a back seat. He ravished Reese's lips with wanton abandon of his own. His fingers continued to trace along the edges of the ropes, pinching here and there. A few more frantic kisses and Nathan pulled back. "Get on your knees," he breathed out heavily.
Reese let out a lusty groan when Nathan pinched his nipple roughly, just the way he liked it. He was about to launch into another string of begging when Nathan kissed him, and the boy could only moan, high-pitched and needy, into the scorching kiss. Getting to his knees was easy, since Nathan's lips left his legs feeling like jelly. "Yes, Master," he whispered breathlessly. He fell to a kneeling position with a thud that sounded as painful as it was. He winced, letting the pain add to the wonderful time he was having. He raised his face and parted his lips. Seeing Nathan standing before him in nothing but his slacks made Reese hiss as he squeezed his buttocks and felt a tortured drop of precome make its way past the constricting sleeve around his hardness to bloom at the tip of his cock. He wanted to nuzzle Nathan's navel so badly he could taste it, and he couldn't wait to have a look at the Master's cock. He could see the outline of his erection through the fabric of his slacks and he instinctively leaned forward, wanting to mouth it.
Nathan watched as Reese descended onto his knees. He loved this view, especially with the boy's hands tied up and behind him like that. He looked even more vulnerable. He ran his fingers through Reese's hair at the back of his head, then gripped tightly. He pulled the boy's head to his hard bulge. "This what you want?" he murmured. He rubbed Reese's face against the fabric of his pants, moaning a little himself from the sensation. With his other hand, Nate unzipped and deftly freed his swollen cock. "Open up, sweet boy." As soon as Reese complied, Nate guided his organ to his mouth. "Go nuts," he said with quiet chuckle.
The shameless boy huffed out a frantic noise and inhaled deeply, loving the scent of aroused male musk up close. "Ohhh, yes, Master. Yes, yes, please, Master," he babbled while rubbing his whole face against Nathan's pants. Then there was a cock rubbing against his face, and Reese went into a near frenzy. "Aahhh," he mouthed greedily, receiving Nathan's hardness like a benediction. He didn't need any encouragement, as he devoured the Master's cock eagerly. His nose filled with the intense sex sweat and musk of Nathan's prick, and he moaned, long and desperate, taking all of it in his mouth. He worked his tongue around the shaft, and purred every time Nathan's cock throbbed as he swallowed it past his gullet.
Nate is physically weakened by Reese's talented mouth; and yet, his muscles couldn't be tighter. He threw his head back and moaned, without shame, as Reese swallowed his member all the way down. He could feel the boy's throat close around his throbbing erection, space getting tightening, relaxing and tightening again. "Oh God," he hissed, "you are good." Nate allowed Reese to have his way with him for several minutes, right up to the point where he didn't think he would be able to hold back any longer. He pulled out of the boy's mouth suddenly. The air cooling the wetness around his shaft, actually helping to stomp on the need to come. He pulled Reese forward by the ring on the his collar, forcing him to walk on his knees to the edge of the sofa bed. He bent him over, pressing his bound torso and face to the mattress. "Ready for me, sweetheart, or do you need prepping?" he asked in a husky, hurried whisper.
Reese let go of Nathan's erection with a wet sounding smack. His own cock was throbbing almost to the point of pain in the tight sleeve. He was looking forward to the agony he was going to be feeling soon. His balls already felt swollen, the skin pulled too tight. The fact that he couldn't move his hands and arms at all was maddening too. It made him frenzied and needy. Red-faced and breathing hard, he followed as Nathan led him on his knees and bent him over the edge of the mattress. He squirmed, to the extent that he was able, and pushed his ass in the air to the best of his ability.
The boy had prepped, very slightly, while in the shower. Reese loved pain, and didn't mind a good dry fucking once in a while. In fact, he thoroughly enjoyed it. However, sitting gingerly and bleeding for several days after the fact was not so fun. "Please, Master. Please fill this boy with your cock. Oh, God, please. So hot. So hot. Can't stand it. Fuck me, please. Fuck me," he said, his voice tight and small, like a man possessed. He kept sliding, his face getting smushed against the mattress as he tried to offer Nathan his ass. The end result was that Reese ended up winking his tiny, ridged hole at Nathan as he begged him to be fucked.
Nathan's senses were in a delirium of dominance and control fueled by Reese's begging. He was convinced this boy could make the saints throw in the towel! He grabbed a packet of lube from the vast array of items in the gift basket he'd found on the table when he first arrived. Kneeling behind Reese's obscenely displayed ass, he pushed his pants all the way off his hips and smeared the contents of the packet onto his hard swollen cock. "I'm going to give it to you, boy," he said, almost snarling with lust. "I'm going to fill you up and ride you hard like you deserve." Nate took his cock in one hand, grabbed Reese's hip hard with the other. As he thrust forward, he pulled Reese down, and with careful precision the head of his cock popped through the tight ring of the boy's ass. He groaned as the tight heat embraced him.
Reese cried out, yelping like a puppy when Nathan's cockhead finally pierced him. He whimpered loudly when the initial burn of penetration stabbed through him, only to spread like wildfire. The boy struggled fiercely against his bounds, pushing towards the pain with all his might. His voice shook with the effort. "N-nuhh, Master!" he managed to cry out nonsensically, clenching his buttocks in an attempt to make the pain last longer.
Nate took hold of the ropes criss-crossing Reese's back for leverage as he began to pump deeper into the boy's body. He grunted as Reese purposefully made the passage constrict around him. All traces of his usually reserved, neurotic self had vanished in this searing moment of carnality. He grunted and groaned with abandon as he drove himself in and out Reese. With his free hand, he smacked Reese's ass and thigh hard enough to redden the flesh. He couldn't hold on much longer, but he wanted to enjoy this as long as possible.
And now Reese was finally in blessed pain, his balls straining to pull close to his body. His discomfort grew as he was manhandled by the groaning man who was in complete control of him. Reese cried out, moaning wordlessly as the sharp slap made him instinctively milk the hard cock inside him. He begged and writhed his frustration at being unable to touch himself, to find any sort of leverage, to get any closer to release. He started to tremble all over, breaking into a sweat and whimpering and whining at his inability to bring himself any pleasure other than what Nathan chose to give him.
Nathan was not cruel or selfish. He knew Reese was in desperate need himself. The boy certainly was bucking and carrying on like he was on fire. He reached around and took Reese's covered cock in hand and gave it a squeeze. "You'll have to come with the sleeve on, sweet boy," he murmured and began pumping Reese as hard as he fucked him.
Reese meant to thank Nathan, but all he could manage was a fairly constant stream of pained, nasal moaning. His toes curled hard enough that he thought he might cramp as his body struggled to squeeze an orgasm through that tight sleeve. He felt like he might vibrate right off the bed, the way Nathan was thoroughly fucking him and milking him at the same time. Coming through a cock ring of any kind may be hard, but not impossible by any means, and soon enough, even though it was uncomfortable and his cock felt like it was blowing up like a balloon, Reese felt his orgasm building, Nathan's hand pumping him as sure as the righteous thrashing he was giving his ass.
This was heaven, the boy decided.
The pressure was building for Nathan as well. His breath came in huffing grunts now. Just before he lost all conscious motor function, he loosened the tie on the cock ring. He released the boy's cock, but took hold of his balls. With a squeeze, he ordered, "Come for me, boy. Come now!"
Reese's eyes rolled back into his head when the pressure was released, he had already been edging towards orgasm and when Nathan gave his balls a good squeeze, he had no problem coming on command. He groaned, almost a growl, as his balls emptied themselves all over the place. His ass tightened rhythmically, milking Nathan's cock as his climax as aftershocks coursed through him.
That was it; the blessed moment had come at last. As soon as Reese climaxed and tightened around Nathan's invading cock, the older man's body followed right over that cliff of pleasure with him. He shouted his release as he filled Reese deeply with his come. Draped over Reese's back, Nathan had to hold on to the edge of the bed as his body shuddered violently. "Oh fuck, oh fuck... ohhh lord..." he mumbled as the last of his pleasure was spent.
Time was meaningless after the climax. Nathan remained over Reese, covering him and idly caressing his sweaty, bound body until his cock went flaccid and made its own way out of the boy's body. Panting and with much effort, he finally straightened and released Reese's hands. They were still bound together, but at least he could put his arms down now.
Reese hissed and whined softly as his circulation returned to parts of him. He brought his arms down, still blissed out and boneless. He tentatively snuggled against the kind Master, spent and happy. "Thank you, Master," he managed in a breathy voice.
Nate smiled tiredly. "Oh no. Thank you, my boy," he whispered and kissed the back of Reese's shoulder. Somehow he found the strength to stand and to move both himself and Reese to lie on the sofa bed. Once there, Nate began to slowly release Reese from his bonds. He began with the wrists, loosening the knot and uncoiling the rope. Little by little, the boy's body was freed. As Nate pulled back the ropes, welted imprinted skin was revealed. Nate languished soft caresses and gentle kisses on these areas, loving both the look and the feel of the marks.
Reese heaved a great sigh of accomplishment when he heard Nathan thank him. He could scarcely believe a Master would do that. It was certainly a nice change of pace. He stayed pliant and submissive to the end, watching the care with which Nathan removed the coils of rope from his body. He focused on his breath, moaning softly as he was pampered and kissed. He was looking forward to the aches and soreness to come, which along with the welts on his flesh would remind him of the wonderful time Nathan had shown him. He secretly hoped something would break down that he could fix or replace quite often in this cabin.