Finals into Roma

Lee took one last glance around the cabin, satisfying himself that all was well, then settled down in the jump seat opposite me. Subconsciously, his hands strayed over the seatbelt, double checking that it was locked and tight before coming to rest on his lap. I noted, approvingly, that he was nothing if not thorough. Thorough, efficient, reliable. Just the sort of guy I would have wanted as my Load Master. Nothing happened in the cabin that he wasn’t aware of, wasn’t in control of. Passengers and crew alike were his responsibility, and he was able to relate to both with authority and approachability. That smile and those sparkling eyes quickly set to rest the most nervous of passengers but beneath that friendly exterior lay, if necessary, a strict disciplinarian capable of putting emotion aside and getting the toughest of jobs done without fear or favour. Yes, I reflected, he would certainly have made an ideal 2i/c.

As we crossed the threshold the nose pitched up slightly, the pilot flaring to make a perfect three point landing. Instinctively, my hands moved as if adjusting the throttles and engaging the buckets to reverse thrust  - old habits die hard - and I noticed that Lee has done the same. So he knew a thing or two about flying I reflected.

“Nice landing, Lee,” I commented, catching him off guard.

For a second he looked startled, then quickly regained his composure. Of course I knew his name, he was wearing a name badge. All the crew were. And it was him that insisted they were clearly visible at all times. And yes, he’d noticed I’d been mentally flying the aircraft too. Neither of us were pilots now: clearly I had been, and he would be. All was in order. He smiled. “Yes, not bad,” and then, reasserting his authority, “Please don’t unfasten your safety belt until we’ve come to a halt at the terminal.” 

This was his domain, he was master here.

******

Four hours later I pulled into the car park by Castello de Santa Severa, a fortified abbey built on the site of an old Estruscan settlement on the coast just a few miles to the north west of Rome. Normally a bustling tourist trap, out of season it was far quieter,  the cries of the gulls vying for mastery with the calls of the fishermen unloading their boats at the old stone quays. Strolling from the harbour across the limestone-paved piazza, I took a seat at one of the many small restaurants clustered around the seafront. Almost before I was seated in the creaking cane chair, a waiter appeared at my elbow, placed a jug of iced water on the table and bade me welcome. “Perhaps Sir would care for a glass of wine too ?”

The wine, a half bottle, arrived rather sooner than the pasta I ordered but I was in no rush, savouring the smooth, rich taste of a very passable cabernet sauvignon and watching the world go by. Time has a quality all of its own in Italy. At last the waiter re-appeared and with a suitable flourish placed a huge wooden trencher of pasta on the table. For a moment I wondered how I would manage to finish the dish, but that conundrum very soon resolved itself. Another cane chair appeared at my side and Lee dropped into it. Grabbing a forkful of tomatoes, mushrooms and pasta, he nodded, summoned a second glass from the waiter, poured himself some wine and then added, almost as an afterthought,  “You don’t mind if I join you? “ 

I didn’t. Over lunch Lee explained that he had a day's leave owing and had decided to spend it away from the bustle of Rome. Bumping into me had a been a coincidence, but one we both soon realised was a fortuitous one. He'd recognised me from the flight, was keen to find out more about my previous career, to tell me about his aspirations. We gelled instantly, quickly finished the lunch and set off to explore the port togther.

We were equals here, two adventurous spirits eager to stray from the beaten track.

******

I opened the curtains, allowing the bright winter sunlight to flood into the room and over Lee’s naked body. Despite the blindfold over his eyes, Lee flinched and shifted on the bed, the harsh shafts of light casting deep shadows along his muscled flanks, highlighting his powerful physique. I smiled as Lee struggled to roll over onto his side, his hands still bound behind his back. “Morning already?” he gasped. I smiled and sat down beside him, easing the blindfold from his eyes, causing him to blink even more.

“Yes,” I laughed, “and you’re still mine.” Lee smiled too and sighed softly as I slid my hand along his body, down over his stomach, my fingers lingering a moment, slowly tracing the fine trail of hair stretching from his navel towards his soft, shaven cock. 

Yes, I reflected, it had been too short a night, though it hadn’t perhaps seemed that way to Lee. Bound and blindfold, unable to resist, he had been used for my pleasure. First I had sucked and wanked his hard stiff cock, initially driving him wild with pleasure as I made him cum, then causing him to beg for a break as I continued to wank him, draining him, making him lick up his own spunk. Eventually he could cum no more, couldn’t even get hard again after spurting four times. That was when I had fucked his face, driven my cock deep into his mouth, unloaded my cum deep into his throat, forced him to swallow my sticky warm sperm. Again and again. Even now there were traces of spunk, mine and his, between his legs, over his chest, on his face. I glanced at the clock. 8 am. There were still hours to go until we needed to be back at the airport. Plenty of time for me to do as I pleased with him. Time enough to fuck him again until he begged for mercy, laughing all the while at his inability to cum again after being used so much. To show him how defenceless he was. Lee looked up at me, his eyes sparkling in anticipation, desire and submission.

I stepped forward and rolled Lee over onto his back, took hold of his ankles and raised them, placed his legs on my shoulders then leaned over towards him, folding him in two and lifting his arse clear of the bed. My cock stirred quickly as the tip of it rubbed against his hole, grew longer and thicker, stiffer. I began to rock backwards and forwards, slowly and steadily, driving my now hard cock along the length of the cleft between his cheeks, taunting his hole, moving back up over his sensitive perineum, probing between his balls, back down once more, repeating the sensations for him. A sigh escaped his lips, a smile of contentment flashed across his face as he succumbed to the pleasure being generated between his thighs. But, and he knew well that there would be a but, pleasure can give way to pain in an instant. Not just physical pain either, but the pain of shame if he could not satisfy me, of failing to serve. That worry too lingered in the darker corners of his mind, was etched beneath the surface of his face, close to breaking free, revealing his doubts, his weakness.

As my cock reached his hole once more, his cock struggling to become more than half erect, I probed deeper, felt his hole yield slightly, thrust my cock deep into him with one sudden, undeniable thrust. His eyes widened, his mouth opened in a silent scream quickly suppressed as he bit down tightly on his lips, twisted his bound arms tightly against the leather thong to divert the rush of pain.

“Fuck me hard, please!” he gasped, I’m begging. I need cock in me, I need your sperm in me. Please, I need it. I’m empty.”

I slowly withdraw my cock, brought it almost to the point of exiting him, felt his body quiver beneath me, his muscles tight around the tip of my thick dick.

“Mate me,” he pleaded, his eyes imploring.

I pushed forward again, driving deep into him, our bodies clashing together, his soft penis trapped between us. Lee shifted his legs from my shoulder, dropped them down, wrapped them around my waist, pulled me into him. Our lips touched and we kissed, slowly, tentatively as he waited for my response, then more urgently, passionately. “Please…”

I began to fuck him, full deep strokes, matching the thrusts to his kisses, his legs pulling me into him, ensuring he felt the full length of my hard cock plundering his tight arse, taking from him the pleasure I craved but also returning it to him stimulating his prostate with every movement, feeling his cock throb between us, his sighs becoming louder and more guttural with every passing minute. Now we were making love, sensually moving together, our bodies and minds locked in the animalistic pursuit of satisfaction. I would soon cum, unleash a torrent of sticky warm sperm deep inside him, but needed him to cum first. Cum first, even though he would be dry.

Lee cried out, his body suddenly stiffening, then a spasm seemed to grip his body, a wave of pleasure running through him as his arse tightened around my cock, his cock throbbing ineffectively as a dry orgasm racked his being.  That final sensation pushed me over the edge too, a torrent of sperm pulsing out of my penis, flooding into him, uniting us both in a frenzy of passionate kisses and clenching. I looked into his eyes, saw satisfaction there.

I stood up, ripping my cock from his hole, causing him to cry out again. I grabbed his flaccid cock, pulled back the foreskin and squeezed his balls, hard. “Not a drop, boy? No sperm left for daddy?”

I twisted him over onto his side, rolled him onto the floor, grabbed the leather strap holding his hands behind his back, hauled him to his feet, propelled him towards the bathroom. As we reached the bath I forced him into it, raised him to his knees, took hold of his chin and raised his head, slapped my cock across his face. His body still had traces of last night’s cum, mine and his on it.

I took a step backwards, took hold of my cock, aimed it at him, began to piss, hosing him down.

This is my domain. I am master here.