A Punishment Fit for the Depraved
Lyn entered the cottage stealthily, counting on Alexander being absorbed in something, as was his habit, given his curious nature that never let him just waste time. He was extremely careful to open and close each door behind him without making the slightest sound. His luck was with him in that Alexander was in the kitchen, fixing something to eat for himself, humming a cheerful song. Lyn smiled as he saw that his roommate was absorbed in listening to music on his phone. Those earbuds would help a lot, providing him with the distraction he needed to sneak around undetected.
He tiptoed into the bedroom and opened the closet. For what he had in mind, he needed the proper instrument to exact punishment. As his fingers caressed a leather belt, his smile grew wider.
Forget about taking a shower or resting after the long hike down. Lyn didn’t want to waste another second. He walked back into the open plan living room, swinging the chosen instrument of punishment lightly against his thigh.
To his surprise, Alexander turned, giving him barely enough time to hide the belt behind his back.
“You’re back,” his roommate said, pulling the earbuds out of his ears.
“Yes,” Lyn said brightly. “Please go on with whatever you were doing. I was really enjoying the view from the back.”
Alexander narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
“Come on, turn around, let me have a proper look at that gorgeous ass of yours.” Lyn gestured with his free hand, hoping that Alexander would just play along for once.
To his relief, the demon shrugged his shoulders and turned. He wore loose-fitting linen pants and nothing else. Lyn approached him slowly and kneaded the perfect buttocks through the light fabric. He moved his hand around to undo the string and proceeded to pull Alexander’s pants lower.
“I think I like where this is going,” Alexander remarked.
“Hmm,” Lyn purred as his only reply.
It was one fine ass, indeed, he thought as he took a moment to admire his friend’s perfect backside. He stepped back and flicked his wrist to warm it up.
The blow came down sharp and fast. Alexander gasped in surprise and jumped in quite an ungentlemanly fashion, his pants lowered enough to give Lyn a nice view from the front, too. He could never get enough of seeing the impressive profile of Alexander’s cock through the thin fabric of his pants.
“What the fuck, Lyn?” Alexander asked, turning and protecting his ass with both hands.
“Lyn, is it now? Reverend Father should be your choice of honorific if you know what’s good for you. Come on, turn around, I’m just getting started.” Lyn smacked the leather belt on his palm to show his obnoxious friend he meant business.
“What--” Alexander clearly failed to see the nature of his ‘heresy’. Good thing Lyn had every intention of setting the record straight.
“I am being kind here,” he purred, gesturing with the belt in his hand. “According to Gui’s logic, you’re as guilty as a friar with a half-written confession in his possession. But there’s no need to clutch your rosary just yet.”
Realization was starting to dawn on Alexander’s face. Lyn moved closer, drunk on having the upper hand for once. He had never been one for giving and receiving pain in a sexual context, but he was starting to see the appeal. Alexander’s eyes flashed with confusion and delight at the same time, and Lyn felt like a mercurial god from millennia ago, gripping the belt in his hand as if he could wield lightning and thunder.
He moved the hand holding the belt to Alexander’s naked chest, caressing it slowly with the leather strap.
“Let me tell you why you’re a depraved heretic,” he said in a low voice. “According to the writings of the man in question, being charming, noble, and articulate are all sins shared by people like you. Do you confess?”
Alexander grinned and held his hands up. “Guilty as charged, Most Reverend Father.”
Lyn groaned and rolled his eyes. “You shouldn’t confess so easily. You’re taking the fun out of it. For real, though, why would you tell Brad something as inane as that – to call me by the name of an inquisitor?”
“Not just any inquisitor,” Alexander said and seized Lyn’s wrist fast, taking the belt away from him way too easily.
“Oh, are you trying to tell me that the joke went beyond giving me a moniker that makes anyone who has ever heard of the Dark Ages shudder?”
“Of course. Gui was a man of the law, who believed in doctrinal purity and penitence rather than punishment. Does that sound familiar?”
“Still a bad guy,” Lyn protested, unwilling to let it go just yet.
“Yes, because my goal was to rattle you. I would have loved to see you with your eyes all ablaze, ready to rain fire and brimstone down over my head.”
“Yeah, right,” Lyn snorted, already too distracted by Alexander’s smooth moves.
“Too bad Bradley didn’t take the bait.”
Alexander manhandled Lyn with ease, turning him and removing his t-shirt. Unlike earlier with Brad, Lyn didn’t feel over conscious of his looks; instead, he felt…
Wanted. His body went rigid as the thought materialized in his mind. But Alexander’s hands on him were warm, and the coldness usually spreading inside him like tendrils of ice through a lake in winter at the first sign of true intimacy melted right away.
“With you, I never know if you’re insulting me or complimenting me. I should shower,” he said. His voice seemed deeper as he said the words.
“You weren’t so eager to take one earlier when you wanted to punish me,” Alexander purred in his ear.
With his back to Alexander, Lyn knew he was safe. The look in his eyes wouldn’t be noticed, and the way his body reacted to every little touch remained a secret for now.
Alexander brushed the belt against Lyn’s right nipple, then the left. Why would the air feel electric when all they were doing could barely be regarded as foreplay?
Was it foreplay, though? Lyn took a deep breath as Alexander teased his chest a little more before moving his hands higher.
“What--” Lyn mumbled and gasped as Alexander fastened the belt around his neck.
“So, how was your hike?” Alexander asked casually as he checked his handiwork to see if Lyn was comfortable.
The leather pressed against his throat. It felt good. No, better than good. Alexander had to be a sex fiend, not a regular demon, because he continued to carry on a normal conversation seemingly unaffected by his own actions, while his victim was about to writhe in unnamed desire.
Lyn touched his improvised collar. Alexander covered his fingers, removing them gently but firmly from the belt.
“What do you want to know?” Lyn asked, fighting the need to ask Alexander to do something to him – something more.
“Everything.” Alexander turned him again and admired the leash he’d just put on his friend.
“That would be tedious,” Lyn complained, licking his lips. He wished he could look away, but the difference in height between them made it perfect for him to stare at Alexander’s generous mouth.
“Did he pull you back into his sphere of influence?” Alexander asked.
Lyn snorted. “You’re mistaken. Things are what they are. He needed a bit of reassurance; I gave it to him.”
Alexander tugged at the end of the belt as if to check its sturdiness. Lyn risked looking at him. His eyes were smiling, just as much as his lips.
“Watch that mouth, Lyn,” Alexander teased him while pulling at the leash and angling his head. “Don’t give it to Bradley, or I might become terribly annoying.”
“More than usual, you mean?” Lyn fought the urge to push himself up on his toes to reach Alexander’s mouth and kiss it until he got over it.
“Without a doubt.” Alexander brushed his lips against Lyn’s mouth, coaxing it into opening wide.
It was always like this with the demon. No wonder Lyn thought of him as that; with just a kiss, he demanded a guy’s soul. And Lyn was more than willing to give it to him at the moment. That was all that mattered – the moment.
It was so easy for Alexander to lift him off the floor it was borderline insulting. But Lyn didn’t mind wrapping his legs around his taller friend and letting himself be carried into the bedroom and thrown on the bed. Alexander’s, this time.
“I stink,” he said.
“When did I say I minded?” Alexander licked the side of Lyn’s neck, right above the collar he’d gifted Lyn with.
“Do you have a kinky side?”
“You’re one to talk. It looks good on you.” Alexander straddled Lyn and played with the end of the belt. “It makes for the perfect illusion.”
“You don’t say,” Lyn said wryly, fighting to control his wild heartbeat. “But I’m the inquisitor. I should be punishing you.”
“You are punishing me,” Alexander said promptly. “You’re just not aware of it.”
Lyn wished he could question that choice of words but Alexander pressed him into the bed, boxing him in between his arms and kissing him again.
Good sex was good sex. No, scratch that – great sex. Alexander really knew how to do it, which was incredible for a guy who’d never hit on another guy before. But Lyn could see it; if it were anyone else, or if he knew Alexander any less, he’d argue to high heaven that it wasn’t possible. This was Alexander, however, the overachiever, the same as he’d always been, focused on perfection in all things, as long as they mattered to him.
And this had to matter to him. Lyn knew it, and no matter how many questions he had, they had to wait because right now he wanted his friend like mad.
It wasn’t because he had spent several hours in Brad’s company. Even as Alexander deepened their kiss, Lyn took a moment to analyze himself. Brad’s touch no longer made him long for more. As it had earlier today, that came as a shock, because his habits, like the only crush he’d experienced in his life, tended to be obsessive with no end in sight.
Maybe it all was happening because of Alexander. Or maybe Lyn had finally grown out of his longing for Brad, a guy he couldn’t have.
Lyn had to be himself satisfied with such temporary conclusions. In Alexander’s arms, it was becoming increasingly difficult to think.
He was naked beneath Alexander, who was now teasing him with his still clothed erection. Lyn bit gently on his partner’s lips to warn him that this level of teasing would soon turn into cruelty.
“Eager for my cock?” Alexander grinned and gave Lyn another short kiss.
“I definitely need it in my mouth.”
It went against the grain for him to say things so directly. Alexander was like no other lover he’d ever taken to bed.
“What are you thinking about?” Alexander was too close to ignore. His eyes were so beautiful. Everything about his face reminded Lyn of the ache he usually experienced in front of a painting that could never be replicated again, not even by the most talented hands of many future generations.
“Of many things, none important,” he replied. “Mainly, about how you’re so different from everyone else I’ve ever slept with.”
Alexander grinned, clearly satisfied with this confession. “I would be. Isn’t it natural?”
Lyn caressed the demon’s alluring lips, tracing them with the tips of his fingers. “I should have known you’d say something like that. Come here, and let’s stop thinking for a change.”
“Excellent plan,” Alexander commended him as he kissed Lyn again.
They were both fumbling with Alexander’s pants now. While it would’ve been easier to stop kissing for a moment to take care of that particular detail, neither intended to do so. Lyn felt like he was getting drunk on freedom. His life was orderly, scheduled down to the hour if not the minute, and this was happening outside that narrow path that kept him glued together.
Their bodies rubbed against each other. Lyn could tell Alexander’s erection was now positioned precisely on top of his, and the friction was delicious. Penetrative sex was the best in his book, but he didn’t mind trying out all these intermediary ways of getting and giving pleasure. Alexander’s ball sac was heavy against his. Lyn could picture it and shivered.
“Turn,” Alexander ordered.
Lyn stopped his wild daydreaming. “I don’t think I’m ready for that,” he said in a wary tone.
“I won’t fuck you,” Alexander promised. “But at least give me the chance to take a good look at you.”
Lyn wished he had it in him to argue some more, tell Alexander that he’d seen that particular asshole before, but it was impossible to resist when his friend demanded him to obey in a loaded, hoarse voice that was so unlike the usual cool persona he shrouded himself with out in the world.
That was it – the essence of the attraction. No one else had access to Alexander looking like this, sounding like this, making love like this, even. Lyn could stake claim; he could decide to push his partner away and leave him panting in frustration. That was power. And punishment fit for a demon like him.
Only Alexander was right. He didn’t believe in punishment as the go-to solution. It was better to put his partner through the wringer, luxuriating in every bit of pleasure he could extract from that handsome mouth, those skilled hands, that naughty tongue.
Lyn placed himself on all fours and looked over his shoulder. Alexander’s large cock now rested above Lyn’s crack.
“Um, what are you doing?”
Alexander moved in such a way that trapped his cock between Lyn’s butt cheeks. It was one way to achieve satisfaction, supposedly.
“Until you let me fuck your scrumptious ass,” Alexander said, “I’m forced to be creative.”
Lyn laughed, but he sounded a bit nervous, a bit strained. “I’ve offered to blow you repeatedly. Why are you doing this to yourself? Oh, wait, don’t tell me. You think my blowjobs suck ass.”
Alexander snorted as he got into a rhythm, staring intently at the way his cock glided along Lyn’s crack. “Provoke me all you want. I accept your imposed penitence. Although,” he added, his voice dropping to a sexy whisper, “I must suggest you examine how this self-imposed lack of involvement is treating you.”
“Self-imposed? You’re the one using me,” Lyn reminded him.
It was tough to focus on a single train of thought when Alexander was rubbing his thick, long cock against Lyn’s most intimate parts. His asshole twitched, pleased with the attention, but definitely eager for more.
If Alexander had a condom, they could—
“I wonder how it’s going to feel shooting inside you raw,” Alexander said in a deep, alluring voice.
Lyn bit his bottom lip. He looked away and grabbed his own cock. Alexander was managing to slap his balls with his, which made him want more than just a little teasing. He could picture it if he thought hard about it. Alexander had a nice pair on him. He definitely came a lot, as Lyn had witnessed the size of his loads. That meant that if Alexander fucked him bareback, he’d be so full his ass would leak for hours.
Something about that picture made him stroke his cock faster. It took him several seconds to realize he was whimpering quite desperately. What was he doing, exposing himself like this? He pressed his lips together to stifle the sounds he was making.
“Don’t hold back. You’re thinking about it, right, Lyn?”
Temptation had to be Alexander’s middle name.
“Yes,” he admitted. “Your cum in me… that’s crazy.” His voice was low and needy.
“Thank you, Lyn.” Alexander leaned over him and bit his ear. He continued to use his ass cheeks to get himself off, and it no longer seemed like such a strange strategy to Lyn.
It worked, because Alexander expressed his climax through soft grunts and whispers, and Lyn could tell that his friend was shooting all over his back.
He had never been so needy for someone in a sexual way in his entire life. Real life experiences would always beat fantasies. Although he couldn’t name what it was, he wanted more. Alexander’s long fingers spread the viscous liquid all over Lyn’s back, marking him.
Lyn looked down as he continued to stroke himself. Alexander’s moist fingers teased his ball sac, but only for a moment. He was getting ready to protest when Alexander moved and slid underneath him.
From his vantage point, he could look down and see Alexander taking his balls in his mouth, licking them.
“Fuck this,” Lyn whispered as his cock started spurting like crazy. Alexander’s tongue worked overtime, bent on pushing every last drop out of Lyn’s balls, making him waste his entire jizz reserve.
***
“Did I fall asleep?” Lyn asked, pushing himself up from Alexander’s bed, confusion spreading and tangling up his thoughts.
“Yes,” Alexander confirmed. He was lying on Lyn’s bed, caught up in some reading. He must have brought all those books and magazines with him. How many people preferred physical copies of such publications when they had phones and other portable devices?
“What time is it?” Lyn looked around, trying to orient himself. “I never sleep in the afternoon.”
“It’s a luxury not many can afford,” Alexander said. “Since this is a vacation, you should loosen up.” His eyes fixed on Lyn’s face as the last two words left his mouth.
“Loosen up, huh?” Lyn chuckled and ran one hand through his hair. Damn, it had to be a horror show now. “Let’s keep that sort of dirty talk for the bedroom.”
Alexander gestured around. “This is the bedroom.”
Lyn chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah, you’re right. Anyway, I suppose we should whip ourselves into shape. I heard from Brad that Bella intends to organize rehearsals for the big moment every day starting today.”
“I like rehearsals,” Alexander said. “But this is like getting ready for an exam. Too much repetition might end up making you develop a bad habit of misunderstanding things. And then, you fail.” He returned to his book as if that was the end of the conversation.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Lyn had to ask. “I mean, we’re five days away from the big day, and I see nothing wrong with having rehearsals until then.”
Alexander shrugged. “I don’t always load my words with double meaning, Lynton.”
“And we’re back to being formal. By the way, you let me go to sleep with your cum all over me?”
Not with the leather belt around his neck, though. Lyn checked and wondered briefly where the belt was now.
“Why not?” Alexander was perusing the small, printed letters in front of him as if they contained the secrets of the universe. “I’d even let you walk out into the world smelling of me if I didn’t know what a horrifying experience that would be for someone as neat as you. Go, Lynton. Get ready to look your best for the rehearsal. I’d advise against it, because to me, you look your best right now, with your hair tousled, your lips red, naked and messed up, but again, that’s not a look of yours I’d like the world to see.”
Lyn crossed his arms and examined Alexander without hiding his amusement. He shook his head. “You can be so charming when you want to be. If I didn’t know you, I might lose my head.”
“Are you still here? Too bad you know me, then.”
Lyn rolled his eyes as he walked out of the bedroom. It smelled a little funky in there, which meant that it was up to him to change the sheets and take care of airing the room. Alexander, being the pervert he was, most likely enjoyed it. Lyn only hoped he wouldn’t come back from his shower to catch his roommate smelling the spot where his friend had come like a hose only a little while earlier.
He grinned. Actually, if he thought enough about it, he wouldn’t mind that much.
TBC
Thank you for reading!
@Derek - Lyn is a master of deflection! For him, it's all about safety... About the torture which I am to blame for, the good news is that we're at halfway through the story! So, you must only endure this as much as you've done until now :D
@DavidB - these are the little cracks in Lyn's armor I intend you all to see... :) And Alexander has always been steadfast in his attraction.
@Bjc Johan - thank you, I hope you will continue to enjoy!
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