Chapter 27

“Well, tell me then. Or has the cat got your tongue?” he laughed at the pun.

Dan shook his head. “No, sir. It’s a cat o’ nine tails…sir.”

“Very good. You know what we do with a cat o’ nine tails, boy?”

Dan nodded again, his fear and confusion rising. This was not the Damion he was falling in love with. This was that other Damion he’d glimpsed a week earlier.

Damion ran the tails over Dan’s back, then swung them so they lightly struck him. Dan tensed. Damion repeated his actions several times. Each time he hit Dan slightly harder—never to the point of pain, but enough that it made Dan tense in anticipation of the next stroke.

“Don’t worry. I won’t whip you this time. I’ll let you think about it some,” Damion whispered in Dan’s ear.

After a few more light lashes, the whip was tossed aside. Once again Damion pressed his body against Dan’s. Dan could feel Damion’s huge cock against his ass.

Damion bit Dan’s earlobes. “You are so fuckin’ hot, so fuckin’ beautiful! I’m gonna have to fuck the shit outta this fine ass-a yours!” Damion hissed into Dan’s ear. “You do want that don’t you? You want that pretty ass-a yours plowed with my monster dick, right?”

Dan didn’t want it. Not this way.

Damion pressed harder against him. “Well, boy? Or do I need to get those nine tails to convince you?”

“No, no, sir” Dan said in terror. “I want it, sir.”

“You want what, boy? Tell the master exactly what you want.”

“I…I…want you to fuck me, sir.”

“Ah, I’m disappointed, you can do better than that.”

“I…” Dan swallowed hard. “I want that big monster dick of yours up my ass…sir!”

“That’s more like it,” Damion said. He pulled Dan’s head around and kissed him.

Kneeling behind him, Damion began to kiss and bite Dan’s ass. Damion spread Dan’s ass cheeks and began to lick his hole. Every now and then he’d slap Dan’s ass, never hard, but enough to make it sting. Dan felt Damion insert one or two fingers and massage his prostate. Despite his fear, it made his cock become hard again.

Soon Dan could feel cool lube being worked into him. He braced himself. Damion’s huge cock was pressing against him. Dan felt it enter. There was pain but Damion wasn’t roughly invading him as Dan had feared. Damion leaned against Dan’s back and began fucking him, while at the same time kissing his shoulders and neck.

“Oh, God…yes…yes…fuck…you’re…so tight…oh shit. So fuckin’ gorgeous,” Damion repeated over and over in time with his thrusts.

Finally it was over. With a loud roar Damion came. Dan could feel Damion’s body spasm as he drained his balls into a rubber. Dan hoped Damion had worn one anyway.

When Damion was spent he stood for several minutes leaning against Dan. Then he released Dan from the X frame. Dan turned to face him.

Damion then leashed him, led him to a padded table, and commanded him to lie down on his back. Damion roughly massaged Dan’s balls and cock. When Dan was hard, Damion sucked him to orgasm. Dan’s mind was spinning.

Damion gently took Dan’s collar and blindfold off before removing his own leather clothing. Climbing onto the table beside Dan, Damion cradled Dan’s body, holding him close. Damion tenderly kissed Dan and ran his hands gently over Dan’s back.

Dan was confused. This Damion, the one that lovingly held him now, was the total opposite of the one he’d been just minutes before. They lay that way for a long time. Finally, Damion partially sat up and leaned up on an elbow, smiling down on Dan. “Was that fun, or what?”

When Dan didn’t immediately answer, Damion furrowed his brow. “Something wrong?” he asked, a truly puzzled expression on his face.

When Dan still said nothing, Damion sat up all the way, the look on his face turning to concern. “You didn’t take this seriously, did you? This was just a game…pretend…role play…whatever. I would never really hurt you.”

Dan smiled weakly. “Can we go upstairs?” He needed to think, and In order to do that he needed to be out of Damion’s Dungeon.

The two men got dressed and went upstairs. Once in the living room, Dan sat on the couch.

“Is it okay if I let Chauncey and Brute out?” Damion asked. “They’ve been in there awhile.”

Dan nodded.

Damion walked out of the room. Alone, Dan now had a chance to think. Damion hadn’t really hurt him. He’d always stopped just short of inflicting pain. But would he want more if they were to do this again? Dan knew he didn’t want to go there. Even if it were always on this level, he wouldn’t want this. It wasn’t what he’d imagined in a relationship. Being degraded wasn’t love.