Part Five

from Scix' private Journal (continued):

After a moment of thought, I brought a bottle of lubricant, a condom, and a rubber glove out of the cabinet and laid it with the other items.

The boy's eyes got wider, but he's a clever lad, I'm sure he could figure out why I'd added these items, and appreciate it.

"Face the fireplace, rest your hands on the mantle."

I put on the rubber glove, making sure to make some noise at it, so he'd know what I was doing. When I looked up, I caught him craning around to look. "Eyes front," I ordered. "That's One, Boy." He snapped back into position, and I could see a bit of color rising on his neck. Was he blushing? How delightful. "How many is that, Boy?"

"One, Scix," he said promptly.

"Right. One. So far. Now behave."

I pumped a dollop of lube into my naked palm, and smeared my latex-clad finger around in it. I eyed Boy, standing there, slightly bent over, that wonderful ass just quivering as he imagined what was coming next.

I swiped the lube up the crack of his ass, and he flinched away from me. "That's two, boy, and hold your position. In fact, bend over a bit more."

"Yes, Scix."

"How many is that?"

"Two, Scix."

"That's right. Don't want me to lose count."

Knowing, as I did, that he was new to anal play, I wasn't sure he'd be able to take the plug, but I'd at least get him used to having things up there -- some folks he might serve one day would expect it of him.

I smeared the lube around his asshole and massaged the tight muscle for a moment, letting the lube warm up. After I felt him begin to relax, I slipped my gloved finger in, just up to the first knuckle. He clenched, but relaxed again almost immediately. I wiggled the finger around a bit, and then drew it out. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked.

"No."

"No?"

"No ... No, Scix!"

"How many is that, Boy?"

"Three, Scix."

"That's right. Now relax, I'm going further this time."

I got more lube on my finger and again massaged the tight ring of muscle that clenched his asshole, and after a moment slipped my whole index finger inside. He was relaxed enough to take it easily, now that he had a feel for the sensation.

"How does that feel, Boy?"

"Uh … different, Scix. I'm not sure if I like it. Scix."

"Once per utterance is enough, Boy, don't make me sick of my own name."

"Yes, Scix."

Sliding the digit slowly out made him hiss in his breath, but he didn't seem to be objecting. Then in all the way, then out again. I fucked him like this for a while, brushing against his prostate with each stroke. With my still-slick free hand I reached under and stroked his cock, which was hard as a rock and beginning to dribble a clear fluid.

"You like this, huh?"

"Y-yes, Scix."

Oh, he certainly did. I slipped a second finger inside without warning, and he didn't even clench -- he just sighed, and leaned back against me. I left both fingers in, let him feel what fullness was about, and rotated them slowly inside him. I could hear he was holding his breath, a habit I'd have to break him of eventually -- but he'd start breathing again soon enough.

And his breath came moments later, when I started fucking him with two fingers. His back was coated in a sheen of sweat, and I stopped stroking his cock for fear of him shooting off WAY too early in this scene.

"I think you're ready now," I said, and pulled both fingers slowly out. Off came the glove, and I picked up the condom packet. There was a good chance he would be confused by the sound of a condom packet being opened, but I thought that might be okay. In fact, I helped his auditory imagination by loudly undoing my belt, the buckle jingling as I slipped it out from the beltloops of the kilt. Eh, What the hey, I thought, and unsnapped the whole thing, dropping it to the floor in a thud of pocketed change and snaps and buckles.

Then I opened the condom.

It wasn't for me, however.

I saw his back tense as he listened, trying to imagine exactly what was going on behind him. I covered the plug with the condom, and lubed it up. He was more than open for this, but he likely didn't know it yet. I was hoping he thought the next thing he felt was my cock.

The tip of the plug was as narrow as one finger -- from there it widened to about three fingers, then tapered back to one before reaching a flaring base. It was short -- only about a finger's length. He was tense, but he relaxed immediately, realizing it wasn't a cock. He'd have that sensation another day. But he may have thought it was my finger again, for as I slipped it inward, and he felt himself stretched, he tensed again, just for a bit, and I froze. "Relax, damn you," I ordered, and surprisingly it worked. He relaxed fully, and almost sucked the rest of the plug in. Finally, it was resting inside him with the flanged base firmly against his asshole. I wiggled it a bit and he squirmed. He was liking this a LOT.

"Stand up straight", I ordered, and he did so. I knew from experience that every movement was going to move the plug, and as it rested against his prostate, it was going to remind him of its presence quite a lot.

"Turn around and take a step forward," I said, and he did so, his eyes a bit glassy, his cheeks flushed, and his cock standing hard at attention, long drops of preseminal fluid drooping and splatting on the floor.

He'd have to clean that up.

"Beautiful," said Lorne.

"Oh, there's more to do," I assured him, and stood, stretching my knees. "If your free, will you give him some massage training tomorrow while I'm at work?"

"Sure," he said, "If I can find a victim to train him on."

"Oh, I think you can find one," I said, eyeing An sitting next to him, trying not to stare at Boy's cock.

The skein of rope was silk in my hands as I unwound it slowly, letting the loose coils of it fall casually to the floor. "What experience do you have with rope?" I asked.

"I've been tied up, Scix," he answered, trying to maintain the 100-yard stare required by Parade Rest.

"Tied up? I see…"

I found the center of the rope and looped it around his neck, and tied a big overhand knot over his breastbone, allowing the length of rope to slide over his skin, gently, softly, warming his skin where it trailed. When all the rope was on the floor in front on him and he could feel the weight of it on the back of his neck, I paused a moment, then tied another knot over his navel, allowing the rope to slide across his cock. I pulled a little faster, and I knew in parts it was getting warm as it snaked across him.

Another knot directly over his cock, and another one under and behind his balls, and he had a parallel pair of lines running down the center of his body and embracing his cock and balls. I walked behind him, pulling the slack of the rope up and behind him, so the knot behind his balls pressed up against him. The two lines of rope pulled against his calves as I drew the slack taut, and just at the end I pulled fast enough to make him flinch from the burn.

Keeping the rope taut, I tied another knot, placed so that when I pulled upward, it pressed right against his butt plug. His ass cheeks clenched and unclenched when I did that, and he leaned slightly forward, causing the rope to press harder against the plug.

"Up straight," I snapped. "And give me the count."

"F-four, Scix."

"Four. Okay."

Now I separated the two strands and tucked each under the rope in front, under the navel. When I pulled them backwards, the rope in front spread, making a diamond shape between navel and cock. I crossed the ropes behind him and again tucked them under the front ropes, making another diamond from navel to breastbone. One more crossing and I tucked the rope under both sides above the breastbone knot, spreading the rope from there to his throat, and brought the ends back, under his arms, and tied them off behind his neck, keeping the whole web taught. The knots pressed into him as he breathed, and I knew some of those knots were giving him some distraction.

I stepped in front of him again and An breathed, "It's beautiful, Scix."

"Thank you."

Then I picked up the small back and held it in front of the Boy's eyes. "I've made you beautiful. And mine. You picked out the flogger, and I'll get to that, but first something you didn't request.

I shook the bag just enough so he could hear the contents rattling against each other, and I could see him trying to guess what they were.

"What's the count? Five?"

"Four, Scix."

"Only four? You're sure?"

"Yes, Scix."

"Okay, then…"

To Be Continued...

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