By Nephilim

Note: The author’s personal website is here.

Tags : #gay #bondage #supernatural #domination #submission #role reversal #romance #anal #oral #leather

CW : ethnic slur (1), clichés (2).

Length : 11931 words

Éamonn looked at his napping bound boy. The lithe body pleased him a lot, obviously, especially when it was crisscrossed by ropes. The sand colored skin was emphasized by the blackness of the ties. And the electric blue hair added the needed touch of color. Éamonn knew he could bind his boy in leather or rubber, as had been suggested to him many times, but he found those materials way too covering. He wanted as much access to his sub’s body as possible. Even during sessions of sensory deprivation, he used ear plugs rather than headphones and just a strip of fabric over his boy’s slanted eyes. Éamonn admired him. He knew the boy shaved and waxed all hair below his eyes. The boy was a twink, knew it and played along. Next to him, his Master sometimes felt shaggy, bearish, unrefined, rough, unworthy of such a beautiful boy. But he also was what the boy liked and thus played along too. The Irish bearded and brawny fireman and his Japanese scholar hairless twink.

Éamonn very lightly dragged his fingers on the boy’s skin. Spreadeagled as the boy was, the Master was spoilt for choice regarding where to touch, where to stroke. Goosebumps and shivers followed his fingers everywhere. The Master managed several strokes of this kind before the boy woke up with a giggle.

“Please, Master.

– Still ticklish, I see.

– Yes, Master.” The boy laughed and struggled. “Please!

– Oh, it pleases me indeed. It pleases me a lot to see you struggle.”

The boy couldn’t answer any more, trying to refrain his screams of laughter. Éamonn stopped his teasing and started to remove the ropes.

“Master…

– I know, boy. But it’s time for you to go back to your dorm and study. Understood? I want you to ace your finals. Don’t disappoint me, boy.

– I won’t, Master.”

Freed from his bonds, the boy stood up and stretched. His Master playfully spanked him.

“Stop dilly-dallying. I know what you are trying to do.”

The boy didn’t answer and walked towards the bathroom.

“No, boy, not tonight.

– Master?

– All cum still on your skin has dried, you can get dressed directly. I want you to walk home while wearing yours and mine.

– But—

– ‘But’?”

The Master frowned at his sub. The sub’s cock hardened.

“Sorry, Master. It will be as you ordered.

– That’s what I thought.”

The boy put his clothes on without any further delay. As soon as he was dressed, his Master caught him and put him on his shoulder, fireman’s style. He could feel the hard bulge of the boy against his shoulder, which made him smile.

“Hey!

– Shut up, boy.” Another spank punctuated the order. Éamonn brought his boy to the door of the flat then put him on his own legs again. He bent down and kissed the lips. He then unlocked and opened the door. The boy walked through it.

“れいじ?

– Yes, Éamonn?”

The large man, half in his flat half in the corridor, blushed a bit.

“I– I love you, Reiji.

– Oh gods, you’re so cute.” The Japanese young man giggled. “I love you too, Éamonn.” The two men looked at each other. “Should I come back in?

– NO!! I mean, no. We both have things to do. Serious things. And if you stay here, I won’t be able to do anything else than play with you.” Éamonn was still blushing. “Leave, Reiji. But come back soon, please.

– I will, Éamonn, I promise.” The twink smiled and turned. Walking through the corridor, he waved. “By-bye!!”

Cheeks still flushed, Éamonn watched until his lover took the stairs down. Then he went back to his flat and locked the door, thinking about both himself and his submissive boyfriend.

 

⁂

 

“もしもし!”

Éamonn loved hearing his boy speak Japanese. He did not know the language, but recognized some words now and then. The way Reiji told “mōshi mōshi” was cuteness made sound.

“Hello, boy. Are you finished with your papers yet?

– Almost, Sir.”

Éamonn smiled. He might have been alone on the balcony of his flat, enjoying a coffee and the urban scenery, but if his boy called him “Sir”, it meant he was in the presence of other people.

“Still at the library, huh?

– Yes, Sir.

– Too bad. If you were here, I could take care of you. I could have you hogtied on my sofa, nose in my musky crotch, unable to move, only receiving my spanks and petting on your cute little butt. Wouldn’t that be nice?

– … Please, Sir.

– What is it, boy? Are you getting hot?

– Yes, Sir.

– Does thinking about the fun we could have make you horny and hard?

– … Yes, Sir.

– If I were to order you to stand, would anyone see your hard and quivering cock, struggling against your jeans?

– … Yes, Sir.

– I’m glad I can make you horny on the phone.

– I am too, Sir.

– But not enough to stand up from your seat right now.”

Éamonn smiled to himself once again.

“I’m sorry, Sir.

– It’s alright. Listen, I’m off duty next Wednesday. I want you to come here on Tuesday evening and stay with me until Thursday. Just the two of us, movies, pizzas, and kinky sex. Understood?

– Yes, Sir. But… Isn’t next Wednesday Hallowe’en?”

Éamonn heard a change of tone in his lover’s voice.

“Exactly. Is this a problem? Did you want to go trick-or-treating?

– No, I didn’t. I don’t … Can I call you back later, Sir? Please?”

Éamonn knew his boy and his mannerisms. He understood. This was serious business.

“Ok. But don’t make me wait too long, Reiji.” He heard his boyfriend sigh in relief. “I want us to keep talking together. Don’t ever be afraid to tell me what’s on your mind.

– I promise, Sir.

– Actually, do you want to come here after the library? I’ll treat you to home-made dinner.

– I don’t want to bother you, Sir.

– Nonsense. Come, eat, talk to me, go back to your dorm. Alright?

– Sounds like a plan, Sir. Thank you, Sir.

– Good. My pleasure. Keep me posted with your ETA.

– Sir, yes, Sir!!”

The tone was once again playful.

“Good boy. See you.

– See you, Sir.”

 

Two hours later, after a nice meal, both of them were sitting on the sofa, beers in their hand. The student was babbling about the shenanigans of some of his schoolmates. At the end of one anecdote, his large boyfriend interrupted him.

“Let’s be serious for a moment, Reiji. What’s the problem with Hallowe’en?”

The boy’s expression turned brooding.

“I try not to leave my home on Hallowe’en. Or any other day when the gods are nearer.”

Éamonn almost guffawed, but refrained himself when he saw the look on his boyfriend’s face.

“Listen. I don’t want to mock your beliefs, ok? But I promise you there is no supernatural danger on this day. Or any other, actually. Besides, I thought you didn’t see Hallowe’en as a religious day, only a day to have fun and dress up. And aren’t you supposed to be in daily contact with your kami?

– You don’t know what you’re talking about.

– I’m sure I don’t, and I don’t want to hurt you. Not emotionally, at least. I’m just trying to understand. But I know I’ve lived through many Hallowe’ens. I’ve experienced a lot of those nights, as a child, as a teen, as an adult, and I never ever saw or felt anything out of the ordinary. And no one I know ever did either. I would really like you to be with me next week. I promise I will stay by your side. I promise I will keep you safe. You know you can’t get in much danger if you are stuck in a leather straitjacket or tightly bound to a bed. Especially if a big and brawny fireman is next to you, teasing your cock and watching your cute body squirm.”

The levity in the man’s last sentence made the boy smile, but the eyes did not follow.

“I’m scared, Éamonn.

– I will come and get you with my car. With you from door to door.

– I’m scared for you!”

This time, the man laughed.

“I’m a big and tough man, boy. I’m the Master, remember? I’m the one to be feared, not the other way around. I’m the one who takes care of you.” The boy didn’t answer. “Is there anything else you want to tell me?

– No, Sir.

– I would very much like you to stay here tonight, but we both have to get up early tomorrow. Want me to drive you back?

– No, it’s ok. I can do it. I’m an adult too. And it won’t be the first time.

– You sure?

– Yes, Éamonn.”

They both stood up and walked to the door. Before he unlocked it, Éamonn bent down and kissed his small boyfriend.

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, Reiji. Or your beliefs.

– I know. You didn’t. Maybe I will tell you what Shinto means to me. Later.

– Will you come next week?”

The boy sighed.

“I will.”

Hearing this, Éamonn displayed a wide smile.

“I will be at your door at six!

– Seven! I need time after my classes.

– Deal. … I love you.

– And I love you too. But I still need my sleep. Good night, Éamonn.

– Good night, Reiji.”

The boy turned and left. Once again, the man watched him until he disappeared in the stairs.

 

⁂

 

There was a knock at the door. Reiji looked up from the gym bag he was packing.

“Come in!”

Éamonn entered the room and closed the door behind him.

“Hello, Reiji.

– Good evening, Éamonn. Please come and have a seat, I’m almost ready.

– Am I early?

– No, I’m late. It won’t take long.”

After filling his bag, the student thoroughly washed his hands. He then stood in front of a cabinet and lifted his head to look at the upper shelf. To Éamonn’s eyes, it was decorated with what looked like cliché Japanese items. He decided to remain silent and not disturb his boy. Eyes fixed on the shelf, Reiji moved his lips in silence. His guest was forgotten for a time, his mind focused on his prayers. He took a small length of red twine, with one black bead at each end and, holding it with his two hands, lifted it up to the shelf, still moving his lips. After holding it there for a time, he rolled it up and stored it in one of the pouches of his bag.

“Thank you for waiting.

– It’s no problem. Come give me a hug.”

The boy jumped in his lover’s beefy arms. They kissed.

“Shall we go?

– Before that…” Éamonn put the boy back down and took something from his pocket. “Would you mind wearing this?”

In his hand, he held a narrow strip of black leather, with a buckle at one end. The boy recognized a collar.

“I thought you didn’t like leather.

– I prefer rope. But for a collar, leather is better. And this one is thin enough not to hide your beautiful body.”

The boy took the collar and went to fasten it around his neck.

“Let me do it, boy.” While fastening it in place, the Master asked: “You’re sure it won’t cause problems with your mates?” With one hand, he waved toward the door and the building beyond. “We can put it on you later.

– I don’t think it will. If it does, I will manage.”

 

They left the dorm and, after going to Éamonn’s flat to store Reiji’s bag, they went out for an evening of fun. Some beers at the club, a bit of dancing, chats with acquaintances, a bit of grinding against each other. Having both worked during the day, they left early, tired and ready to sleep. Still, before they went to bed, once they were naked, Éamonn cuffed his boy’s hands in a rope harness, behind his back. The collar was still in place. They looked at each other, both hot, horny and hard. The sub went to kneel, but the Master held him up.

“Oh no, not yet. I want to sleep, now. You will get my cock tomorrow.”

He lifted the boy up and brought him to the bed. When the lights were off, he snuggled the boy tight against him, head on his pec.

 

⁂

 

Reiji woke up with a startle. For a while, he tried to move and failed, not understanding why. Then his brain woke up too and he remembered where he was. The large bed was empty beside him. He let his head fall back, wondering whether to go back to sleep or fully wake up. The duvet was comfortable and warm. But the choice was taken out of his hand when a noise reached him from outside: a very loud thunderclap. He remembered! The same thunder had woken him up. He took fright.

“MASTER! MASTER!!”

He heard running steps coming to him. The door opened wide and Éamonn, clad in a tanktop and boxers, jumped on the bed and cuddled him.

“I’m here, boy, I’m here. What is it? You’re shivering. Are you cold?

– Is there a storm outside, Master?

– Yes, boy. But don’t worry, the building is sturdy enough. And insulated.” Éamonn looked at his boy and saw terror on his face. “Hey, hey, it’s ok. It won’t hurt you. Look at me. I’m here. Look at me.

– I… I need to… Please, Sir…

– What is it, boy?

– Can you release my hands, please? I need the bathroom.

– Of course. Turn around.” While he was removing the loose harness, the Master asked: “Are you alright? You seem terrified.

– I… I need some minutes.

– Ok, ok. There you go.”

The ropes were removed at last. The boy jumped out of bed, ran to his bag, took items from it and raced to the bathroom before his Master even had time to speak any further. Éamonn was worried: he had never seen his boy like this.

 

When he came out, the boy seemed calmer, but not by much. He had taken a long shower, making sure of being as clean as possible. His only garment was a red jockstrap. And the leather collar. His Master looked at him and reached for him.

“Come sit on my lap, boy. Let’s have breakfast. I brewed some green tea and I have dorayaki for you.

– Thanks, Master.”

They ate in silence in the open kitchen.

“Do you feel better?

– I do, Master, thank you.

– Do storms bother you?” Éamonn felt his sub stiffen then shiver. “Hey hey, it’s alright. I’m not making fun of you, ok?

– I know. It’s not that.

– What is it, then?

– 雷獣…

– Rai…ju…? Isn’t that your name?

– NO! No! I’m Re-i-ji, not Rai-jū.” He enunciated clearly, trying to convey the differences. “I’m not. I’m not!!

– Ok, ok. Who or what is Rai…jū?

– The Thunder Beast. I think you would call it a demon. Or a spirit. It’s a wolf, made of white and blue lightning. It’s the companion of the Raijin, our God of Lightning. It dances in storms. It hurts and kills with its lightning. It is dangerous and must be kept leashed.

– Have you ever met the Raijū, boy?

– I think so. When I was a child. People were hurt. After that, I was taught the rituals to keep it away. But the storms make it harder to hold. And your belief in Hallowe’en helps it come closer too.

– Actually, I don’t really believe in Hallowe’en.

– Not you specifically. You as a civilisation. Many people believe in the opening of the doorway between this world and the other. It gives strength to the spirits.

– Ok…

– You don’t believe me.

– I don’t believe much. I’m a physical man. I trust what I’ve experienced and can reproduce. I’m not spiritual and I didn’t think you were.

– Is that a problem?

– It wasn’t until now. Can you behave as usual? Can you stay with me today and focus on us and not on spiritual beings?

– I want to. I love you, Master. Can you please help me? Can you keep me grounded in the physical world?

– Oh, you only had to ask.” The man displayed a cruel smile. “Full BDSM day for you and me. Stand up, boy!

– Yes, Master!!”

In a very short time, a rope harness was tied on the boy’s body. Crisscrossing his pecs and abs, following his spine, enhancing his shoulders and biceps, magnifying his thighs. The boy could still move, but he felt the control of his master all over his body. Éamonn took a step back and admired his work.

“Turn around, boy. Show me your beautiful body.”

The boy obeyed, trying no to trip on two strands of rope left hanging.

“M—

– Silence, boy. Stay here, don’t move.”

The Master went to his bedroom and came back holding a butt plug.

“I’ve been told this is the most comfortable plug in the world, boy. I want you to wear it as long as possible starting now. I want you to endure it. You can ask me to remove it, but the longer you keep it, the happier I will be.”

Éamonn bent his boy over a chair, inserted the plug and use the two loose strands to keep it in place.

“Now you are ready. How do you feel?

– Very good, Master. Full and controlled. Thank you so much, Master.

– Silence, now. Subs are meant to be seen, not heard.” The boy shut his mouth. “Now, come here.”

The Master walked to his favorite armchair and opened his briefs. His large hard cock sprung out. His sub followed him and fell on his knees directly in front of the body part he desired. He looked at it with hunger but did not move.

“I thought you wanted it.” The boy nodded, still silent. “Well, you can have it now.”

With these words of authorization, the boy went down and swallowed the cock in one go. To the root. His Master moaned in pleasure. The sub was no virgin when they met, but he had needed a bit of training before being able to take the thick cock of his lover in its entirety. And a bit more before he could do it in one go. Now that he managed it, they were both pleased whenever he did. For a while, he stayed still, keeping the cock in his warm mouth and throat, feeling it lightly throb. The hand pushing on his forehead was the signal to keep moving again. That’s when he really made love to his partner. He started by licking it all from root to tip, rubbing his wide tongue on the shaft, feeling the veins and the ridge of the glans. He did this on all sides of the pole making sure it was shiny with spit. Sometimes, he stopped and “stabbed” the head with just the tip of his tongue. This made his partner moan every time. Now and then he took the cock in his mouth, making sure the head was in his throat and made small movements, feeling the tip just go in and out of his throat. He was rewarded with a lot of precum.

“Enough playing, boy. Make me cum.”

The sub obeyed. He knew what would bring his Master over the edge. He squeezed his lips and really sucked on the cock. Coupled with back and forth movements, this move made his Master moan loudly and, at last, cum in the boy’s mouth.

The Master pushed the boy away from his sensitive cock. The boy knew what was expected. He opened his mouth wide and showed his cum-covered tongue.

“Good boy. Well done.”

He went down on his knees too, very close to the boy, and bent down for a French kiss. They swapped tongues, spit and cum between them. In the meantime, a hand landed on the red jockstrap and squeezed the twitching cock of the sub. Once. This indicated the end of the French kiss and of the play time. Éamonn stood up and looked down at his flushed boy.

“There is much cleaning to do here. Get to it.”

The boy swallowed the load on his tongue, nodded and started by clearing the table. While he made himself busy, his Master sat in the comfortable armchair, which was situated in a place where he could watch most of the flat. And watch he did. Once again, he could feast his eyes on his boy’s body and unblemished skin, on the ropes he had tied, on the contrast in color between the skin and the rope. He felt very lucky. Especially every time the boy cleaned the flat in his stead.

The sub was focused on his task. After cleaning the dishes, he went to the bedroom and changed the linens, starting a laundry with the old ones. He felt glad his Master had a machine in the flat, he wasn’t feeling well enough to go to a laundromat or somewhere else, especially while wearing a rope harness. He cleaned the bathroom too, rubbing the shower walls and floor, making sure the mirror was spotless.

From the corner of his eye, Éamonn could see the cute little butt, still filled with the plug, shake and move with the body. The Master’s cock grew many times during the morning, every time his focus was jerked from his book by the body of his boy going past his armchair. Once in a while, he caught the boy by his arm, asking him to pay the right of passage with a kiss.

Suddenly a ray of light fell on his book. He looked out: the clouds were still there but thinner and less numerous. Rain had almost stopped.

“Boy! Come here!” The sub obeyed. “We are going to get groceries. Get clothes on. Jeans, t-shirt, shoes. Nothing else.” When the boy came back, his Master held twine. “Give me your hand. … Ok, now the other one.”

The Master had extended the body harness from the arms down to the hands and fingers, leaving strands hanging loose. The boy looked at him expectantly.

“Arms up.”

The boy obeyed and a black hoodie was put on him. Then he was made to wear a backpack. When it was in place, one of his arm was pulled through the central pocket of the hoodie. The loose strands of twine were then used to tie both hands together, fingers intertwined. Everything was hidden inside the pocket. The boy was ready to go outside while wearing a rope harness, a leather collar and a butt plug. The boy opened his lips and inhaled.

“Unless this is serious or urgent, I don’t want to hear it. Understood?”

The boy nodded. Éamonn caught the face in his hand and gave him another kiss. He lifted the hood, hiding most of the head of his boy. He snuggled their bodies together, grinding their crotches against each other. They were both hard and knew it.

“Let’s go.”

They walked in silence to the nearest grocery store. Reiji made sure to walk one step behind his Master. He had to walk a bit faster, due to his shorter legs and each step made the plug move in his ass.

Éamonn bought what he needed, the main part being things to eat, including what his boy liked. He made small talk to the cashier while loading the backpack. Reiji only nodded and smiled, keeping his mouth shut. They stopped at a takeaway to get some immediate food, which Éamonn carried.

Back at the flat, Éamonn freed the hands of his boy and ordered him to store everything in its place.

“Can I please remove the plug, Master?

– Unless it hurts too much, wait. First store everything away, then eat with me. And after that, you can take the plug away.”

The boy obeyed in silence, going from shelf to cupboard to closet. His Master, seated at the dining table, watched what looked like a whirling dance. When the sub was finished, he came back and kneeled next to the table. Seeing him there, Éamonn once again wanted to make his boy eat on all fours from a dog bowl. But that had been a very hard limit for the boy, when they had first discussed their relationship. “I am no dog!! No animal!!” So the Master kept it as a fantasy and never acted on it.

“Come and eat before it gets cold.”

Although Reiji was still plugged and covered in rope, they ate as partners, speaking of this and that, the news, their friends, their colleagues. They avoided two subjects: the weather and beliefs. At the end of the meal, the boy was fidgeting on his chair.

“Ok, you can go and remove the plug.” The boy stood up immediately. “You did well, boy. I’m very pleased.

– Thank you, Master.

– Now go.” While the boy was walking to the bathroom, his Master added: “And clean yourself. Completely! You can remove the ropes, but I want them stored.

– Yes, Master.”

The answer came muffled by the door.

 

⁂

 

They had a small unscheduled nap. It started as their kind of cuddle: the Master sitting on the sofa, book in his hand; the boy hogtied on the same sofa, with his head in his master’s lap, enjoying the musk. The calm, the inaction, the silence, added to the short night, made them fall asleep.

Éamonn was woken up by a thunderclap. It was not very loud and still far from them, but he was a light sleeper. The rain was falling hard and the clouds hid most of the light. He decided to isolate his boy and himself from the outside world. He got up, waking his boy up. While the hogtied sub was still half asleep, the Master lowered the blinds, turned some lights on, played some soft music and went back to him. Kneeling on the floor, he laid his head right in front of his boy’s face.

“You’re so cute, tied like this, in my control. I want to cuddle you to death.” He stood up and pushed his crotch forward. “But I also want to fuck you very very hard. You owe me much more than a morning blowjob, boy.”

Without untying any knot, he carried his boy to the bedroom and threw him to the bed. Very quickly, with no possibility to escape, the boy was transferred from his hogtie to being spread-eagled on the bed. At no moment he had had more than one limb free from rope. The bulge in his jockstrap indicated without doubt how he felt. His Master undressed. He too was hard. He laid on his boy, keeping him even more immobile. Face to face, they French-kissed. The dom then slid down, beard, lips, tongue and teeth on his sub’s skin. The boy would later bear hickeys. Many hickeys. The nipples were an obvious but unavoidable target for the mouth. The armpits were not forgotten, which made the boy squirm in laughter. Unfortunately, the ropes on his wrists and ankles kept him in place. Between two licks, the Master asked:

“Ready for the serious stuff?

– Please, Master!!”

The tone revealed impatience and need.

“You’re so eager. I want to edge you and tease you so much. I just can’t. Not now.”

The man untied the ankles of his boy and put them on his shoulder, revealing the hole he wanted to fill with his hard cock. He decided to remove the jockstrap from his boy and stroke his cock while fucking.

“Oh my god, boy, what a cute surprise!!” At the root of the hard cock, acting as a kind of cockring, was a length of red twine. It was tied with an intricate knot. “I love it. Since when do you wear it?

– This morning, Master.

– Is it a gift for me?

– Yes, Master. For you!

– You deserve a reward.”

The top slid down the bed, using his hands to bend and spread the legs of his boy. And he started rimming. His large tongue slid up and down the crack twice, but he quickly went to the true prize. He thrust his tongue at the quivering hole. The boy moaned and laughed. Éamonn kept on licking and pushing.

“Please, Master. Plea— Hahaha! I… I can’t! Hahaha! No… No more.

– I know you love it, boy.

– Hahahaha! No, no, no.

– Your mouth is lying, but your cock always tells me the truth. Besides, I love it. You smell and taste good.”

He went back to the hole and kept rimming it among the moans and laughs. In the background, he heard thunder and rain, now very loud, very close. He didn’t react. It was time for hard sex, not for unfounded worry. His tongue felt the hole loosen and open. He knew they were both ready.

It was time he entered the boy. Still holding the legs, he put his cock next to the hole and slowly but surely pushed. In one long stroke, he sheathed himself in his warm lover. They both moaned in pleasure.

“Here we are, boy. Does it feel good?

– Yes, Master!! Thank you, Master. Thank you, thank you, tha—

– Shut up.”

He went out, as slowly as in. And back in, a bit quicker. Back and forth, slightly quicker each time, until he was jackhammering the boy. And he heard a louder moan.

“There it is!”

Awaiting no answer, he pounded again and felt the boy shiver.

“I know where your joy button is, boy.”

He held the legs with one arm and used his other hand to jack the boy off.

“Shall I make you cum first?”

The boy was lost in pleasure and could only moan.

“Yes, I thought so. Cum for me, then.”

Slowing his own back and forth, he stroked his boy’s cock faster and faster, making him shiver. He also stabbed the ass offered to him. Very soon, the cock hardened to the max and the boy shivered even more.

Several things happened that moment. Right on the first squirt from the boy, a deafening thunderclap came from outside. The lights and the music turned off, plunging the room into darkness. And the boy screamed.

“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

Shocked by the thunderclap, frightened by the scream, Éamonn removed himself from his boy and went to hug him. But in front of him, in the darkness, he saw a red glow. It was the twine around his boy’s cock. The light pulsed quicker and quicker until, with a very loud sound, it ripped itself in several pieces and disappeared.

Silence. And darkness.

Despite his training, Éamonn didn’t know what to do. He wanted to get his boy, but couldn’t see where was either of them.

And then a laugh. From below him, from the bed, a loud and deep laughter. Éamonn jumped out of the bed and tried to run to the door. Tried. His legs were swiped from under him and he fell. Before he could get up, ropes were slithering over his arms and legs, folding each member on itself. Tightly bound, the fireman, proud of his body, proud of his muscles, proud of his strength, was trapped on the floor, hands stuck to his shoulders, feet to his butt. He focused on getting up or on all fours, at least. He was so focused that at first he did not see the light gradually coming from behind him. When he realized, he tried to turn his head to see the source

“Oh, now you want to come to me?” The same deep voice. “Let’s satisfy your curiosity.”

Éamonn felt himself float up. And turn.

Once again he was shocked. On his bed, right where he thought he would see his lover, was lying a … man? The creature looked mostly human. Definitely male, according to the long and large and very hard cock. He looked a lot like Reiji, but he was not him. More like a big brother. The face was just a bit sharper. The body was bigger and more defined. The skin was exactly the same. Except there were hair below his head. And it was the same color as the hair on Reiji’s head: electric blue. There were three big differences : the ears on the man’s face were pointed, the eyes were not human and … the hair on his head was made of lightning. It hurt to look at it. Too bright. Too moving.

“Who are you? Where is Reiji? What have you done to him? If you hurt him, I’ll kill you!!”

When the man spoke, Éamonn discerned a fourth difference : he had fangs.

“You’re bragging a lot for a man in your position.

– Where is he? Let me free and I’ll show you.

– Shut up or I won’t tell you.” Éamonn went silent, but still glowered at the man in front of him. “You can obey. Good boy. Maybe you can be trained.” The rage intensified in the fireman’s eyes. “Your lover is … almost here. I sent him to the passenger’s seat. Yes, good analogy. You don’t understand. What was it? Oh yes : ‘I’m a physical man. I’m not spiritual.’” The man imitated Éamonn’s voice. “Well, Mr Physical Man, you should have believed. He warned you. Didn’t you, boy?”

The face changed, it softened a bit. The eyes became almost human. The hair dimmed. And the next words broke Éamonn’s heart.

“I’m sorry, Master. I tried, but I couldn’t control him. I’m sorry.”

It was Reiji. He knew it. He shouted :

“No! No!! It’s not your fault!!” The creature was there again, with his sharp features. “Bring him back! Give him back to me!!

– Shut up.

– No! I’ll kill you!!

– You can’t.”

Éamonn was struggling in his bonds, his muscles bulging under the effort to free himself. There was hate in him. The man beckoned with his hand and Éamonn’s body floated up in the air and nearer to him. They were face to face. The man lifted a hand between them and spread the fingers. Arcs of lightning danced up between them. Éamonn’s eyes widened. The man was a living taser.

“Will you stop and listen? I haven’t harmed you yet. Am I allowed to present my case?

– Why not free me first?

– Because: 1. I don’t trust you yet. 2. Like you, I like tying boys.

– I’m no one’s boy!!

– Right now, you are. Mine. Now, can I fucking explain??” Éamonn didn’t answer but kept himself silent. The man made him fall on the bed, on his front. He pulled him a bit higher, head close to his balls. He then put his feet on the fireman’s broad back. Éamonn was fuming. “Oh gods, I’ve waited so long for this. Listen well. I’m Raijū. He told you about me.

– The thunder beast? Impossible.

– Yeah, yeah. Spirits don’t exist, gods don’t exist, demons don’t exist. And yet here I am, touching you, talking to you, controlling you.

– How?

– It doesn’t matter how. What matters is that your boy is my cage. He keeps me trapped. And not like in the game you play with him. Really trapped. Imprisoned. I see what he sees, hear what he hears, sense what he senses, know what he knows. And a bit more. But I cannot act. I have been trapped in his body for so many years. ‘Raijū is dangerous’. ‘Raijū kills’. Yada-yada. Not more than any of you human. Even less than the average.

– What do you want?

– Freedom. Don’t we all?

– What about Reiji? What about his freedom? His life?

– WHAT ABOUT MY OWN LIFE??” Éamonn recoiled in fear. “But I’m not unjust. Let’s make a deal.

– A deal? With a demon? What a fucking good idea!!

– I’m not that kind of demon. Actually, I’m a spirit. Neutral. Do you want to know the deal or not?

– …

– I’ll take that as a yes. So. First choice : you let me stay here and play with you. You obey me like he obeys you. We keep on having our ‘BDSM day’, as you said, with a twist : you’re the sub. You’re the bottom.

– I’m no sub.”

His voice was sullen.

“You were. You don’t get to be such a Master” Éamonn could hear the capital M. “without having experience as a sub. See it as a travel back to your younger years.

– What are the other choices?

– Only one other choice: if you don’t want me to play with you, I’ll leave and go play somewhere else. I will knock you out for a time” The fingers sparkled again. “and free you from your ropes. And while you sleep, I will leave this place and go with the winds. You won’t know where I am, you won’t know what could happen to your lover, but you won’t have to submit to me. Wouldn’t that break your heart, knowing you boy is somewhere in the world, maybe somewhere dangerous and you can do nothing to help or protect him?

– You said “our BDSM day”. Only one day?

– Maybe more, maybe less. But not much in either case.

– And you will free Reiji? You promise he will be back safe and sound after that?

– He is already safe and sound. He is only hurting because of his own misplaced guilt.

– I accept, then. For Reiji.

– Oh, very nice! We are going to have so much fun!!” The beast removed his feet and pulled his new sub upwards. “As you can see, I have a big hard juicy cock, in dire need of a warm mouth. Lick!”

Unable to use his arms and legs to move, Éamonn had trouble with his task. He used his tongue for long licks on the shaft and his mouth to warm and knead the balls, but not much more. And when he managed to get the cock in his mouth, he found himself stuck. He could lift his head to get the head out of his throat and breathe, but not enough to get it out of his mouth and not for long. Each of his movement made his new dom moan, however. It was a kind of victory. When Éamonn’s neck tired and his head couldn’t move much, the beast took the head in his hands.

“Let me help you.”

Éamonn thought that ‘help’ wasn’t the right word. The beast was using his mouth like a fleshlight, moving his head up and down his cock or holding it in place while he fucked it. And it was much faster than before. Until, at last, the human felt the cock harden and thicken.

“Hhhuuh! Don’t… Hu… swallow… yet!”

Éamonn’s mouth was filled with warm cum. He didn’t really mind, he usually liked the taste of cum. But there was a lot. He was almost overflowing. When the squirts ended, he was still stuck on the cock, which was, fortunately, deflating. With his right hand, Raijū gripped the sub’s hair and pulled the head back.

“Show me, boy. Open your mouth and show me what I gave you.” Éamonn obeyed, trying not to let the cum fall. “Good boy. You can swallow now. Don’t worry, this is mostly Reiji’s body, you know he has no disease.”

The hand released the hair and Éamonn’s head fell down. The beast stood up from the bed, taking a few steps to stretch his legs. He came back to his sub and caught his chin between his fingers.

“I want a long and hot shower. And I want a good sub to take care of me during this shower. If I remove the ropes, will you behave? Do you remember our deal?

– Yes…”

Éamonn’s voice was still sullen, almost defiant. The beast watched him in the eyes, waiting. Since nothing else happened, he stretched his other arm and put a finger on the sub’s butt. Immediately, the new sub yelped from the electric shock.

“‘Yes’?

– Yes, Master.

– There we are. So… Ropes.”

He untied all ropes and folded them while Éamonn was trying to stand up. The fireman’s muscles were not used to being tied, let alone for this long.

“It’s cute to see you so weak. Now, go turn the power back on.”

The thunder beast left for the bathroom. The defeated fireman walked slowly, holding himself to walls, both because of the dark and because his legs were still weak. On his way back, he heard the various chimes of electronic devices rebooting. Outside, the storm was still raging. And from the bathroom too he could hear the sound of water falling. His Master was under the shower, unmoving, eyes closed. The hair on his head was powered off, allowing for a less dangerous shower. Éamonn hesitated, pondering. Without opening his eyes, the beast spoke to him.

“Remember our deal, boy. Remember that I can overpower you any time and then leave.” Éamonn lowered his head and looked at his feet. “Now come here and clean me. You can start with my feet.”

Éamonn kneeled in the shower. He took the bar of soap in one hand and, with the other, put a foot on his thigh. He started cleaning the foot, covering it in lather. While he was cleaning, he saw it change slowly. Blue hair covered it, the toes shortened, and claws replaced the toenails. He still held it but did not move anymore, horrified by the sight. A weird laugh from above made him look up. He found himself millimeters away from a hairy wolf muzzle. He fell backwards with a scream, his hands on the floor behind him. Another laugh and the face morphed back to the almost familiar face of his new Master. He felt changes on his thigh and watched the paw grow back into a foot.

“Thunder beast, boy. It’s in the name.” The grin was malicious, almost cruel. “Start again. I won’t trick you any more.”

The rest of the shower went as expected when a sub is ordered to wash his Master. Raijū asked for a back massage and moaned in delight when the sub delivered. He then pushed the sub out of the shower.

“Get ready to towel me dry.”

Once again, the sub obeyed, although he was dripping and shivering.

 

⁂

 

In the evening, the beast walked down the street, followed by his sub. Obviously, the latter walked one step behind the former. It was difficult for him. This time he was the one wearing the butt plug. The item couldn’t be ignored. Neither could the thick leather collar. Éamonn felt as if the collar was flashing, calling itself and thus the fireman to attention. But it matched the neoprene pup hood Éamonn was wearing.

The rain had stopped and the thunder had died. Some small lightnings could still be seen in the clouds, but apart from that, the storm itself had ended.

The fireman thought back on how he found himself wearing all this. After the shower, the beast had sat in Éamonn’s favorite armchair. The one where he had sat in the morning, watching his twink sub walk naked while doing his tasks. Éamonn had fumed inwardly.

“Go fetch your toy case, sub. The whole case. I know what I want from it and I will punish you if I don’t find it.”

Éamonn had obeyed. He had found himself kneeling in front of the armchair, holding the case open on his knees. He could see the beast rummaging in it, but not what he was looking for.

“Ah, there is the first item!” A hand had gone up, holding a thick leather collar, the kind that looked like a dog collar. He had slid it around his sub’s neck, open and unlocked, just as if the sub was a peg. He then had gone back to his search. “And here is the second one. You tried to hide it at the bottom, didn’t you?”

Seeing the neoprene pup hood, Éamonn had wanted to answer that it was at the bottom out of respect for Reiji’s hard limit, but decided to keep his mouth shut.

“I’m sure you thought it would never be used. Well, you get to use it. On your own head. I don’t need such prop if I want to look like a dog.”

Once again, Éamonn had witnessed the face change, humanity fading to be replaced by canine features. The beast’s muzzle had appeared and lengthened. Fur had grown all over his face. Blue fur. Fangs had appeared and sharpened. It had been frightening. The beast was powerful. And wanted to have “fun”. Who knew where he would stop? Would it even stop?

Raijū, still wearing a dog’s head on a human body, had stood up and gone to Éamonn’s closet, choosing clothes for both of them. Their sizes matched, at that moment. And when they had been both dressed, he had shifted back to his human face and had put the collar and the hood on Éamonn.

“You get to be the dog. Be glad it is Hallowe’en, no one will bat an eye.”

However, Éamonn, walking in the streets one step behind the beast, had kept his head lowered. He knew he was supposed to, as a sub, and he also didn’t want anyone to see him.

 

They stopped at the grocery store, where Raijū bought lots of sugary treats, including chocolate and cereal bars. He ordered Éamonn to wait outside, which both suited and annoyed the new sub. After that, every time they came across trick-or-treaters disguised as werewolves, be they teens or adults, the beast would give them some of the sweets. Most would gladly accept it, some would compliment him on his wolf-like contacts or his dyed blue hair and some would decline the offer, clearly afraid of the weird man. In his mind, Éamonn congratulated those last ones. Not because they didn’t accept sweets from an unknown man, but because they knew something was wrong.

They arrived at a pizzeria before Raijū had time to handle all of the sweets.

“You wanted pizza, didn’t you, boy? That’s what you offered to my jailer.

– Yeah, and I bought some, which is at home. Let’s go back there, it’ll be cheaper.

– Nope. I want to eat out. Besides, I’m paying.

– You? Or Reiji?

– I am.

– With what money? The kind that disappears in the morning?

– You are confusing me with your own … ‘fae’. I pay what I owe. Now stop antagonizing me. I’m still your Master and I have many means to punish you.”

They ordered their pizza : pepperoni, ground beef and bacon for the dom; simply ham, cheese and olive for the sub. Éamonn had been allowed to remove the pup hood, but not to hide it. It was laying on the table next to his plate. And the collar was still snug around his throat. He really hoped no one would recognize him.

They didn’t talk much during their meal. Raijū looked around, reacting to this and that, calling Éamonn’s attention to some people or behavior he wanted to discuss. Éamonn answered but only with short words and sentences. He was torn between the interesting reactions and intelligent words of his temporary partner and the negative feelings he harbored toward a beast that kept his lover away from him.

After the pizzas, the beast ordered his sub first to put the pup hood back on and then to lead him to the leather bar. He remembered the way from Reiji’s memories, but knew it would annoy his current sub to have to lead him there. The night was still young, especially as this was Hallowe’en, and the bar was, if not empty, certainly not full. Raijū went to one end of the counter and sat on a stool. He looked at his sub and pointed to the ground. Éamonn understood the sign and knelt on the floor, back straight, head high. However, the thunder beast used one hand to clasp his sub’s head against his thigh, in a very dominating gesture. He bent a bit and whispered.

“Do you want a beer, boy? In a glass or in a dog bowl? Wait. Either way, you would have to remove the hood to drink. And you don’t want that, do you?

– I don’t, Master.

– I thought so. What about an orange juice? With a nice straw, like the children use?

– …

– You’re supposed to answer your Master, sub.

– A juice, please, Master. With a straw.

– Good boy.”

The human-disguised beast straightened back up and nodded to the barman. When the man came to take the order, Raijū asked:

“You wouldn’t happen to have Kirin beer, do you?

– Sorry, sir, we don’t. However, we have Hakushu whisky.

– Thanks, but it would be too strong. I’ll have a pint of lager, from tap. I need to stay in control.

– Well done, sir.

– And an orange juice for the boy. With a straw. He is shy and still doesn’t know how to drink while wearing the hood.”

Éamonn made a noise and the barman laughed.

“He has mastered the growl, I see!

– I didn’t know he could.”

While the barman was filling the glasses, he spoke with Raijū.

“Are you new in town? I’ve never seen you in here before. I know a boy who could be your little brother.

– Oh I’m just passing through. I think I will leave town tomorrow, just like the storm.

– Did the sub bring you here? His body reminds me of someone.

– I don’t think you have seen this sub before.”

Éamonn didn’t move or talk, but internally he was thanking the beast for not exposing him there and then. He felt the hand of the beast pet his head before giving him the glass of orange juice and the associated metal straw.

They stayed there for several minutes, enjoying both their drinks and the people in the bar. A lot of men looked at them, especially while waiting for their own drinks at the counter, some with envy, some with respect. One man came to Raijū and his sub and offered them to come to his home for a party with other men, but Raijū declined.

“Thanks for the offer. I wouldn’t mind in other circumstances, but I plan on enjoying this boy and his ass all by myself tonight. Pretty selfish, ain’t I?

– Oh, I don’t think so. I’m not sure I would like to share such a well built pup. And dat ass!! Have a nice fuck.

– Thanks. Same to you.”

The man waved to the kneeling sub but looked at the dom.

“May I?

– Sure.”

The man lowered his eyes to Éamonn.

“You look like a good boy. Take care of your Master. From what I see” He quickly moved his eyes. “there is a hard fat cock in your future. Make sure you please it, I’m sure it will give you pleasure very soon.”

Éamonn tilted his head, staying silent. The man retrieved his order from the counter and went back to his table. Raijū and his boy kept on drinking their glasses and ogling the men and boys in the bar. They stayed silent.

Until an inebriated man came to them and looked straight at Éamonn.

“Hey, pup. Wanna ditch the yellow and come have fun with a red-blooded real man?”

The lustful eyes and the obscene pelvic gesture left no doubt about the “real man” he was talking about. Silence spread around the three of them. Éamonn stiffened and started to stand up, full of anger, but Raijū’s hand pushed on his shoulder. No one saw it, but Éamonn felt it shiver and change first to something in between hand and paw.

“Stay.”

The thunder beast stood from his stool and approached the man. His hand was human once again.

“I will give you exactly one chance to apologize to my sub for asking him to leave his partner and to apologize to me for your racist insult.”

The man opened his mouth but before he had time to add anything, the barman shouted.

“And I will give you no chance at all, Robert. Leave now. We do not allow discriminations in here. None, no matter what kind. Leave and don’t come back unless you can prove you understand and regret.”

The man looked around. All eyes were on him and none of them were friendly. The barman pointed to the door.

“Leave, for fuck’s sake!”

Raijū added.

“You better leave. If you stay, I will beat you to death.”

Something in the beast’s face or words must have triggered the fight or flight response in the man. He took a step back, eyes wide open in terror, and pissed himself. His pants darkened, drenched and dripping. Laughter started around the bar. Accompanied by jeers and laughs, pushed by sentences like “gross!!” or “you could have kept it for the yellow flagging subs!!”, the man ran out of the bar. The barman turned his eyes toward Raijū.

“Sorry about all of that.

– Not at all, you weren’t at fault. Thanks for your support.

– As I said, we don’t allow any kind of discrimination. We are a leather gay bar! If we start discriminating, who won’t?

– I understand. Thanks for this moral stand.”

The beast turned to his sub, still on his knees.

“Are you alright, boy?

– Are you?

– I’ve heard worse. Much worse.

– That wasn’t the question. I felt your hand.

– Eh, it’s OK. I let him live. I even let him leave. Now, shut up and let’s go back home.”

 

Outside, the storm was back in full force. Rain pelting down, lightning illuminating the sky, thunder deafening any person outside. Éamonn took a step back, but Raijū laughed loud and twirled in the street, arms open wide, head thrown back. In ten seconds, he was drenched with rain. He stopped turning and howled loud. Éamonn wanted to run to him and take him back home, but there was too much joy in the behavior. He let the beast have his fun. Until he saw the face stretch out and the hair glow slightly. Then, he ran to him, caught one arm in his hand and pulled. He was almost immediately wet but didn’t care. What he cared about was when the beast turned his face to him and growled. Éamonn was once again frightened, but didn’t relent.

“Come on, Raijū. Come back home. People are watching.

– I don’t care.

– Come. I thought you wanted to fuck me.”

Éamonn released the arm and went to hug the beast. The hair all over his body bristled. Éamonn went on. He pushed his crotch against the beast’s and grinded. He felt a hard cock. A very hard cock. His own stiffened too. Raijū put both hands on his sub’s ass and pulled to him, trapping the sub. Éamonn knew he had managed to reach the beast. He put his head on the shoulder and spoke.

“Let’s go home. Come and fuck me like you promised.”

The beast squeezed the ass in his hands.

“I will ravish you.

– Yes.”

The beast lifted his sub in his arms and put the sub’s ass on his own crotch.

“I will plunder your ass.

– Yes!!”

The beast nibbled on the mask next to Éamonn’s ear.

“You won’t be able to sit for several days.

– YES!! YES YES YES!!!”

Just when thunder exploded around them, Raijū put his sub on his shoulder in a one-arm fireman’s carry. He then ran up the street. Éamonn was surprised by the beast’s strength. He wondered if what he was feeling was what his own sub was feeling when he carried him this way. Éamonn’s feet didn’t touch the ground until they were in front of his building, released only to open the doors.

 

As soon as they were inside, the beast removed the pup hood from his sub’s head and pulled him in his arms for a long French kiss. Éamonn enjoyed it until the cold from his wet clothes made him shiver hard.

“On your knees, boy. Get naked, then follow me. On all fours.”

Éamonn obeyed while his Master walked to the bathroom, leaving a trail of wet clothes on the way.

When he reached the bathroom, a warm shower was already flowing. Raijū lifted him once again in his arms, bridal style, and walked to the shower stall. At first, the water felt scalding, but soon the sub felt warm and stopped shivering.

“Feel better, sub?

– Yes, Master. Thank you.”

Raijū pushed on the plug still in his sub’s ass.

“Get rid of this. Clean yourself and meet me in you bed.”

 

From his point of view on all fours, Éamonn could see the thunder beast laying nude on his back, hands behind his head, pointed ears and sharp fangs obvious, eyes back to their lupine form, all hair glowing and sparkling. Coils of rope were on the bed too. As well as a leather straitjacket that Éamonn would seldom use, only for big leather events where he and Reiji sometimes went, more for the prestige of being there than for real fun.

“Stand up and put the straitjacket on, boy. I will fasten it.”

Éamonn managed to put his arms in the sleeves and lifted them so that the jacket slid down to his shoulders. With a bodily shrug, he made the jacket come in place. But as soon as he let his arms down, the jacket fell down too. He started again and kept his arms up, looking at his Master. The latter had a smile on his face. He stood up and finished fastening the straitjacket. He pulled each strap twice and made sure to fasten the ones between his sub’s legs. No way for Éamonn to free himself. He was at the mercy of a stranger, a spirit from another world, a hybrid of man and beast, fair and just but with a mischievous mind and prone to violence. He shivered, not from coldness.

“Are you still cold, boy?

– No, Master.

– Are you afraid of me?”

Éamonn bit down the sarcastic reply and answered with sincerity.

“Yes, Master.

– No surprise there. But it doesn’t matter. What matters is I found myself a very nice man to have sex with. A man full of strength, with hard muscles and strong will. A man worth dominating.”

With each word, the beast’s hand stroked parts of Éamonn’s body. Sensuously. Tenderly. His tongue licked the neck offered to him, just above the straitjacket’s collar. He nibbled on the ear. The fear in Éamonn’s mind was replaced with lust and horniness. He remembered the promises made by the beast under the downpour. Raijū turned around him. When the beast stopped behind him, Éamonn pushed his ass back too. He felt two hands grasp his butt, one on each side. He felt them move, too, changing their fingers into claws pushing against his skin. He knew there would be scars at the end of all this. Not just physical scars.

“Oh, I think someone wants to get fucked. Let’s see if I am mistaken.” One hand slithered back to Éamonn’s front and grasped his very hard cock. “No, I’m not mistaken.”

The hand stroked his cock until precum was leaking and Éamonn was moaning. A finger briefly slid on the cock’s head to gather the precum.

“You taste good.”

Éamonn felt himself float up and turn in the air. He was again face to face with his dom. Or rather cock to face. They soon went into a standing 69, each sucking the cock of the other. Éamonn had already performed a 69, but never while floating in the air, with his head down and his feet up. He tried his best, but between the width of the cock and the blood going to his head, he met some difficulties. The beast had no such problems and brought him to the edge quickly. Thrice. Éamonn couldn’t bear it anymore.

“Please…”

Without words, Éamonn was turned back up, feet on the ground. His eyes were in front of slitted golden eyes and his cock was fencing with the beast’s.

“You make me so horny, boy.”

Éamonn felt himself fly backwards and softly landed on the bed, face up. Before he had a chance to react, the beast was on him, lifting his legs in the air and slightly pushing on his ass cleft.

“Your hole is tight, boy. Very tight. Need some lube?

– YES, please! You would destroy me!

– I wouldn’t think about it. Stay put.”

Éamonn rolled his eyes quickly. He was trapped in a straitjacket, laying on his bed. Even if he wanted, he wouldn’t get very far. Raijū went to the night table and retrieved the bottle of lube. He lathered his own cock while walking back to Éamonn and lubed his hole, fingering him. One finger first. Then another. He spread them a bit and moved them in and out. When he added a third, Éamonn was once again moaning.

“Do you feel ready?

– Y… Yes.”

The answer was a whisper, as if the finger-fucked fireman had lost his voice. Raijū approached and pushed his still hard cock against the hole. This time, it met less resistance. With one thrust, the beast slid his head in his sub’s hole. Both of them moaned.

“At last, boy!! You teased me for so many hours!! But now I have you just where I want.”

The beast pushed slowly but surely. With the ankles on his shoulders, he was able to hold the leather-covered waist of his boy. He wanted to insert himself down to his root, but he didn’t want to hurt his partner. When he reached his goal, his thighs against Éamonn’s butt, he sighed in pleasure. It had been so long since he had felt his dick inside an ass. Years. Decades. Almost a century, if he remembered correctly. So he enjoyed it very much. As warm and soft as in his memories.

But having his cock in an ass was just the beginning. Now he wanted to fuck. To rut. So he started moving. Backwards. And forwards. Slowly at first, then quicker and quicker. Éamonn was enjoying it too. It had been long since he had been a bottom and he realized he had missed it. He wished his hands were free, able to caress the body of his partner or his own cock, but the straitjacket kept them in place.

Both men were lost in their own pleasure, riding the waves, riding the in-and-outs, riding each other.

Until the beast’s cock touched a specific place in the bottom’s ass. A gasp then escaped Éamonn’s lips.

“Oh, did I find your button, boy?”

No answer was given. No answer was needed. Just another push and a loud moan. And a waving cock framed by leather straps.

“Don’t cum yet, boy, the night is still young, I want to ride you for a long time.”

The beast changed his moves. Éamonn’s button was pushed less often. Enough to keep him hard and moaning. Not enough to make him cum. He still enjoyed the hard cock in his ass, filling him nicely.

And then, Raijū removed his cock. Éamonn lifted his head in surprise, but before he could ask anything, the hard cock was back in his ass. Stabbing him with one swift move. It happened several times, the beast getting himself completely out then going back in in one move, to the root. The head of the cock was large and every time it passed Éamonn’s ass lips, the pleasure increased.

“You’re so hot, boy.”

The beast was completely inside his bottom. He let the legs slide on either side of him and bent forward. His face approached Éamonn’s. Eyes locked, both men paused. Raijū’s face lowered, his lips grazing the lips of his boy. Then he kissed him. The boy answered and it evolved into a long and strong French kiss. The fuck was not forgotten, just paused for a while.

“I need to cum, boy. I will fill you very soon. For the first time, but not the last.”

Éamonn was puzzled as these words were followed by Raijū pulling away.

“Change of position, boy. You get to work.”

He pulled on the straps and pushed on the body, until Éamonn was standing up on the bed. Raijū laid on the bed, sliding between the spread legs. He stopped when his hard and shivering cock was just under Éamonn’s ass. With his hands behind his head, he smiled and ordered :

“Squat, boy. Show me you can use these strong legs. Fuck yourself on my cock until I cum.”

Éamonn didn’t need to be told twice. He squatted and let his ass look for the dick by touch. The beast held the member up, helping the fireman find it. When the contact was made, Éamonn went lower, taking it into his ass. And he made his leg muscles work. It was no problem for him. He went up and down, slowly at first. He was not used to his arms being tied and he didn’t want to fall down. But he tried to move as quick as possible. Pretty soon, his own cock was slapping the lower part of the straitjacket and his butt was hitting the thighs of the beast. Raijū wasn’t smiling any more. His head was thrown back and his eyes were half closed. The heat went up once again. Each man moaned from the pleasure of his cock or of his ass. Éamonn found the right position to make sure his button was hit. He was sweating a lot from physical heat and from horniness.

Suddenly the beast’s eyes opened wide. He threw his hands on his boy’s ass and pulled him down on his cock. With two sharp up-and-down moves, he brought himself over the edge, filling the ass with his warm cum. His claws extended again and left sharp and shallow cuts on his boy’s butt. He howled like a wolf. The built excitation, the feeling of the cock expanding inside him and the last dominating moves brought Éamonn over the edge too. He came, sending his sperm in the air, seeing it land on the blue hair of the beast below him. For a time, they didn’t move any more. They let their juices run free.

When he was finished and had come down from the high, Éamonn went to stand up. Or tried. He found out he couldn’t. He was stuck in place, his butt against the thighs. Something was weird. Wrong. He wondered for a time, but understood easily. He looked the beast in the eye and asked accusingly.

“Have you knotted me?? Am I stuck because of your dog-like cock??

– Yes.” The beast was unabashed. “You ought to feel lucky. I can’t control everything when a man gives me so much pleasure. So it was either let my cock change and knot you for a while or let the lightning run free and kill you with electricity.

– How long do I have to wait?

– Who cares? Several minutes, for sure. Now stop pouting.”

With theses last words, the beast reached for his sub and hugged him tight. As Raijū was whispering relaxing noises, Éamonn thought of the sperm between them and the stains it would leave on the leather. They fell asleep before Éamonn was freed.

 

During the night, Eamonn was manhandled and fucked again. Twice. Each time getting filled with fresh cum. These times, the beast stayed completely human and Éamonn didn’t have to feel the knot trap him again.

 

In the morning, they were woken up by the sound of rain pouring down. Éamonn wanted and needed to move.

“Can you free me? I really need to go to the bathroom.”

The beast growled and mumbled a bit but unfastened the straps. He helped Éamonn remove the straitjacket and let him run to the bathroom. He waited until he heard the sound of the shower and got up to enjoy the warm water and the muscles of the fireman.

For their breakfast, Raijū enjoyed a mug of green tea while Éamonn had some cereals and milk. Which he ate from a dog bowl on the floor, on all fours. Ropes were once again keeping his arms and legs folded on themselves, trapping him down. Every so often, he would feel a hand pet his head or his lower back. He wasn’t very happy, but bid his time.

When they were finished, the beast left all in place and went to the living-room, trailing his sub behind him. He sat on the armchair again and put Éamonn on the floor. The rain had lessened but thunder still rumbled. The beast body changed again. Hands and feet grew claws. The hair lit up all over the body. The ears and fangs lengthened. And last but not least, the face changed into a wolf’s muzzle.

Then the beast spoke.

“You know, boy, I had fun. And I want to thank you for it. I know you feared me. But you also saw me as a person, with feelings. Thus you proved your own humanity. I was your Gom Jabbar and you survived it. Be proud.” Éamonn listened with surprise. “This feels like farewell, but actually I would like to come back again. I would like to have fun with you once in a while. Will you think about it? Will you consider it, along with your boyfriend, my jailer? I think I proved I can be trusted.”

Éamonn thought he heard tears in the low growling voice. He didn’t answer. There was so much to think about. He grasped what he could.

“Gom Jabbar? You’ve read Dune??

– I know about it. Fiction tend to reach me in my prison. Is that all you have to answer to what I told you?

– No, no, sorry. I… I don’t know. … How?

– How?

– How can I make you come back?

– I come during storms, if I’m not kept imprisoned. Reiji just has to stop fighting me. If he lets go, we switch places. He knows about it. He knows everything that happened.

– Oh.

– Please think about it…”

The last sentence was almost inaudible. With a last thunderclap from outdoors, the body of the beast flashed hard. Before Éamonn could open his eyes again, he felt small arms around his neck. A well-known voice was crying in his ear.

“Oh, Éamonn, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry. I couldn’t keep him inside.

– There, there, Reiji. Stop strangling me please and help me get out of these ropes.

– Yes, yes, sorry.”

 

As soon as he was free, the redheaded fireman stood up and stretched hard. He looked down at his small Japanese boyfriend crying in front of him. And he caught him in his arms, hugging him tight.

“It’s alright, Reiji. It’s alright. Come here. I love you. I love you as much as before or even more, ok? Stop crying.”

Still carrying his boyfriend, Éamonn went to the sofa and let himself fall down. They rested there for several minutes, each in the arms of the other, while Reiji was trying to stop his sobs. Sunshine came through the window and fell on them. When silence fell, Éamonn lifted the chin of his boyfriend so that they looked at each other.

“Hey, れいじ?

– Éamonn?

– I would very much like if you moved in here with me.” The younger man gasped. “What do you think, boy?

– Oh, Master!!”

Sobs started again, of joy that time. And they were shared.

The end

Metal would like to thank Nephilim for this story! If you like it be sure to visit his own website, dream-nephilim