The Memoirs

Lionel stretched. He'd felt like the Azure that morning, and he'd thanked Philip, given him the day off, and driven himself to work.

Because he'd wanted to.

Now, though, he was ready to go home. Too long hours, more stress than he'd wanted to deal with, not to mention a wonderful phone call from Jonathan where he'd learned that she was apparently attempting to target Clark.

Lionel was actually ready to put his fist through a wall when he'd heard that. Instead, he'd politely thanked Jonathan and reined his temper in.

Perhaps now that he was home, however, Lex might be interested in a bit of a boxing match. "Lex?" he called out as he walked down the hallway. He got no answer. "Dominic?" was his next call, figuring that one or the other had to be home.

Dominic glanced up from what he had been doing and looked towards the closed bedroom door. He'd gotten home a good hour before his lover, and he was just finishing the final buckle on his… clothes, when he heard Lionel call for him. "I'm up here, Lionel." Innocently called, as he rose, fluidly, from his crouch.

"Stay where you are, then." Lionel shrugged. He was, at the core, a fairly fluid individual. He could change his plans; instead of pounding his fist through the wall, he'd pound his lover. He was sure Dominic wouldn't mind.

Oh, he did. Dominic had been waiting for him for a good long while, and the leather, snug and delicious on his skin, creaked quietly as he sat on the bed, lounging easily to fit the length skewered inside of him, and waited patiently. "I have some water and tea up here, beloved." He called it, sweetly, innocently, as he took a glance around his bedroom.

The wooden chair, with its straps and harnesses, sat bolted to the center of the room. Wood and leather, with straps, catches, and holds. Hole in the center of the seat, for... special things, he was sure. Ice, whipped cream, strawberries, liquor.

And leather.

But he stayed innocently quiet, glancing to make sure his spread of toys and other... things... was carefully set out, and smiled innocently.

Lionel rolled his neck and was gratified to hear a comfortable pop, and a bit of the tension bled out of him. "Wonderful; that sounds so delicious." He was peeling off his tie as he walked, not watching his feet at all as he knew the layout by heart. "Dominic, do you know where Lex is?" he asked, pushing the bedroom door open. "I was hoping--"

Every word that was left in his brain fled.

"Well."

He glanced up, raising a brow at him as he leaned further back. Knew his legs were lewdly spread but he didn't really care, as he smiled at his husband. "Why don't you close the door behind you, Lionel?"

Close... door? Oh, yes. Big tall wooden thing behind him. Lionel dropped his briefcase by the door, pushed it shut, turned the key in the lock, bolted the newly-installed chain, and folded his tie up and set it on the table by the door.

"This... yes."

Dominic rose, fluidly, thick combat boots quiet on the carpet as he smiled up at his lover, and carefully laid out the rules, before they began. "Hello, Lionel. Why don't you clean up? There are a few rules for tonight that I think we should go over... what do you think? That is.." Innocently, as one palm stroked down the long leather flank of his side. "If you don't think you can trust me." Eyelash bat.

A very long blink. A hand reached out to stroke over the slick patent leather, skimming over the surface as he unbuttoned his shirt. "I trust you, Dominic. Implicitly."

"Rule number one." he said it, quietly, as his mouth skimmed over Lionel's. "You will call me sir, or Mr. Luthor. There are no exceptions. If you call me by any other name, I will paddle your ass until you can't move, Lionel. Is that what you want? To be paddled, before I can give you any pleasure?"

Lionel didn't know how to answer that, instead just peeled his shirt off, and dropped it over the chair as he considered.

What did he want? Did he want this? That answer was obviously yes, as his cock was rising, and he did trust Dominic. "Yes, Mr. Luthor." He tried it out on his tongue, and found that it fit very well.

Tender smile of understanding on his lips. "Good. Rule number 2. If there's anything you don't want, I ask you to say your safe word. If you are unable to speak, you tap your heel twice against the bed. Understood?" His fingers gently came down to unbutton his pants, letting them slide down his legs to pool at his ankles, and let the underwear follow them.

"Yes, sir... I understand." Lionel stepped to the side, picking up the discarded clothing and folding them over the chair. "May I ask what the word is?"

"Whatever word you want it to be." Dominic answered, softly, but smiled and kissed his nose gently. "Go shower. You have ten minutes. If I have to come in and get you, you're not going to like it."

Lionel nodded. "Yes, sir." He took the dirty clothes with him, dropping them in the hamper and making a wide berth around the chair and all the things laid out on the bed. He ducked into the shower stall and turned the hot water on. He didn't linger in the shower but neither did he hurry; he shampooed his hair as he always did, working it up to a fine, thick lather and then rinsing it carefully. He scrubbed his body thoroughly, just as he always did, and then rinsed himself off.

A warm, fluffy towel was waiting for Lionel when he got out of the shower, and he dried his hair with it, then started rubbing the rest of his body dry before wrapping the towel back around his hair for a brief moment as he hunted for his brush. Finding it, he combed through the tangled locks, brushing them until they were wavy and untangled, and then wrapped the towel around his waist as he came back into the room.

Dominic was seated, carefully on the bed, stroking a long whip carefully through his fingers as Lionel entered. Smelling like sin, of course, and he smiled in appreciation as he gently offered his fingers to him. A razor, and a large towel, as well as a bowl of water, sat waiting for him on the small table that had been pulled to the side of the bed. "Come here, Lionel."

Lionel raised an eyebrow at the shaving implements, but didn't say anything yet, though if Dominic meant to shave his face, then Lionel would have to strenuously object. For the moment, however, he approached the bed, kissing the fingers that were offered to him and taking a seat on the side of the bed.

"You disappoint, Lionel." Dominic said it, carefully, as he moved so Lionel could lie down. "I am your master, and yet... you don't see me as that. When I asked you to come to me, I didn't mean for you to walk to me, to make me look up at you." His eyes darkened, as he let his lover stretch out across the bed, and carefully removed the towel from around his waist, and went about his business gathering his things from the table side. "Can you tell me what you should have done instead?"

Lionel's eyebrow shot further up. "You are my master... Mr. Luthor. However... Lionel Luthor crawls for no man."

His eyes darkened, even further, and he rolled up to his feet. "Get up. Bend over. I won't have my slave talking back to me in such a manner. You don't want to play by my rules, you're going to be punished until you do."

Lionel debated for a moment whether or not he would actually do it. But then his head was supplanted by his cock, who told him in very short order to get the fuck up off the bed and get with the program. His last completely conscious thought was to wonder exactly when his consciousness had gotten quite so mouthy, and then he realized he had done as Dominic had instructed and he was bent over the high footboard of the bed.

Didn't wait until Lionel was all the way bent over before the paddle cracked against a smooth backside. Twice... three times, four, with partial strength... to teach his little submissive slave just what was expected of him, and he grasped his balls in his hand tightly, leaning over him as he whispered into his ear. "You will do as I ask of you, Lionel. Your punishment won't feel so good the next time." Up again, to let the wooden paddle swathed in leather hit a tense, reddening ass, until he was satisfied with the red blossoming of blood under the skin.

"Get up. Now."

Each slap of the paddle had Lionel's body swaying slightly, moaning quietly into the sheets. When he felt Dominic's hands on his balls, his neck arched back into Dominic's mouth, and he moaned quietly again, then straightened up as he was told.

"Look at me."

He turned around, savoring the burn in his ass as his eyes met Dominic's.

"Don't make me have to do that again, Lionel." He dropped the paddle back onto the table, stroking over the long bull whip before pointing once more to the bed. "Lay down."

"Yes, sir." Lionel moved to the bed, hissing as his ass scraped over the comforter and he laced his fingers under his head, legs straight out as he lay on his back, eyes closed and waiting.

Dominic let the fact that he hadn't crawled to the bed slide. He would learn, in due time, and he slid over him, leather creaking as the long dildo inside of him rubbed, and he hissed softly, eyes closed for a moment before opening and gazing down at his subject quietly. First things were first. He snagged a dog collar... much like the one he was wearing, only this had a chain attached to a D ring at the front. He held it up, watching his slave quietly, as he settled over his thighs.

Lionel opened his eyes as he felt his lover's weight settle over him, and he moved his hands to rest on Dominic's hips. His eyes fell on the collar and he gave a small half-smile, lifting his head and pulling himself up at the waist, offering his throat to Dominic.

The leather snapped on easily, buckling snugly, and he made sure Lionel would still be able to breathe as he leaned back. The chain he attached to the bed frame, so Lionel was forced to look upwards, and he carefully slid a dildo gag into his mouth. Long and snug, which he buckled behind his head, ever so gentle and careful not to catch any hair.

Lionel's thighs were snuggly snapped into wide thigh spreaders, and Dominic decided to let his hands roam free as he smiled. "I am here to give you pleasure, Lionel. Not to scare you, or hurt you. Remember what I said."

Lionel nodded his understanding as his tongue worked the gag between his lips and settled it more comfortably against his tongue. He tossed his hair back to the side, letting the motion fluff it back out. The collar and chain kept him from lying down entirely, and he pulled himself up into a half-sitting position, letting the slack of the chain keep him from sliding too far down again as his hands still rested on Dominic's hips.

A deep, quiet purr echoed from a slender throat. Lionel, back bowed, arched in waiting, neck and head held tightly, gagged and quiet, and his body surged with hard, aching pleasure as he got his things read. The towel came under strong, sturdy hips, the razor uncapped, the shaving cream ready, and Dominic leaned down and sucked his lovers cock down his throat with a single breath. Pushed it past his gag reflex and down, down, lips closing around the base as he began to move his head. A long, hard suck outward and then a sucked breath in to bring him back down, his fingers...covered in the soft, milky white poof of shaving cream moving to grasp tightening balls, rolling them in his fingers.

Sharp hiss of breath through his nose as the cold shaving cream hit parts of his anatomy that were never meant to be cold. His body spasmed uncontrollably once, then he bit down on the twitch and held himself still, breathing out again through his nose as his hands moved to pet his lover's head.

Barely, barely stopped the laugh, chuckling softly instead as he brought his mouth up off of the hard column of flesh and spread the cream in earnest, speaking very quietly. "Do you know what I'm about to do, Lionel?" His head tipped gently, one hand coming up to stroke over his cock, jacking Lionel's erection easily as he spread the warming cream across his crotch.

Lionel angled his head down to see what Dominic was spreading on him, as though he couldn't believe it, and then he nodded once that yes, he did know.

"What do you think of that?" Asked, just as softly, as he crawled up his body on hands and knees to gently caress a craned neck. "Do you like it? Do you want it?"

Another blink as he thought, weighing and considering. Then he turned his head to look at his lover, nodding once to each question, then, touching his face and beard, shaking his head violently no, then doing the same for the long tresses that fell past his shoulders.

Dominic burst into peels of laughter, and gave the long, arched chest a hard lick before crawling back down. Picked up the dark blue razor and ever so carefully, ever so gently, brought it from thigh to the top of his crotch, and wiped away the hair he picked up as he leaned down and kissed the strip he'd just shaved free. "Do you want to watch me?"

Lionel inclined his head towards the mirror on the wall, that hung over their dresser, pointing out silently that he was watching.

Dominic turned and smiled at it, gazing into the glass at his lover before he turned, and continued. Easy, calming strokes, as he'd done this to other people many times over the years, and more than once to himself. He shaved with the easy grace of a seasoned veteran, spreading cooling cream from Nivea that he loved over what he shaved.

Thighs, crotch, the base around his cock. Gone. His balls, the light, wispy hairs, shaved clean. Down, around his back entrance, and around the entire little area, shaved completely clean, and showered with soft, gentle kisses and giving, tender little licks, before spread over with the cream that would make sure there wouldn't be shaving burn or those ugly, painful red bumps.

He kissed the tip of his lovers cock tenderly and sat up, to inspect his work.

Shaved, completely, totally clean. Bare skin, warm and pale, a shade or two lighter than the rest of his skin. Beautiful. He carefully reached up and undid the dog leash… giving it a yank down so that their eyes met, and Dominic's gaze could travel pointedly down. "Look. See what your master has done to you."

With each stroke that bared his privates, Lionel shivered inwardly. A physical chill, the coolness of the air, that was one thing, but the inner shivers were caused by something... entirely different. Something so strange, about not having hair there; something slightly emasculating, in a way, because it had been a first sign of his oncoming manhood, that he'd begun to grow pubic hair, and now to have it stripped from him, that he allowed it to happen, caused him to shiver.

Then the sight of it, as he followed Dominic's eyes downwards, and saw the bare, hairless skin caused a soft, wordless noise to seep out of his throat and muffle behind the gag. Couldn't help but draw the parallel to his son, then that thought was driven from his mind as he ran his fingertips over the newly bared skin.

"You'll get used to it." Dominic whispered softly, as his own fingertips stroked the bared, clean skin. "It'll grow back... it feels good now, doesn't it?" He reached up and pressed a kiss to the gag, licking and lapping at the lips spread around it. "It feels very good. Your master would never do something to hurt you." He angled Lionel's chin up, to meet his eyes. "I promised you pleasure, and you will be receiving it." He slid from the sheets, maroon-like, deep red satin, and climbed to his feet. "Come sit down, Lionel. And remember, what I've told you."

Lionel's palm pressed down against the bare mound of skin over his cock, then stroked himself once and then let his hands wander over his denuded crotch as Dominic kissed him. His tongue worked against the gag but couldn't shift it out, and he met Dominic's eyes with firm ones of his own as he slid from the bed and stood behind his lover for a moment before walking to the chair in the middle of the room.

Dominic just... watched as he walked across the room, openly daring, and snarled once as he pointed at him. "Come here, Lionel. You won't take orders, you won't behave and let me give you what I can give you? Fine. Come with me."

He turned and stalked into the bathroom, already set with the things he knew would be administered for punishment because Lionel just...did not know how to take orders, and he jerked the chain along with him for Lionel to follow.

Lionel didn't stumble when Dominic jerked the chain, and he stared in defiance at his lover. He would not crawl; he refused. He would do anything else, but he simply would not crawl. There were some things that a Luthor simply didn't do.

And there were some things Lionel would learn to do, as he glared at him. "Lean over. Brace on the sink, and spread your thighs."

Lionel acknowledged the orders with a nod, bracing himself on the sink and spreading his thighs open as much as he could without losing his balance.

"You don't have to give me your power. I'm not asking for it. But you will obey me, Lionel, because I won't take being disobeyed. Are we clear?" He streaked his fingers with lube, one of the three bottles on the sink, and slicked his fingers until he could slide them into Lionel's little puckered opening. He pushed them in until he couldn't push anymore, stroking and stretching the little opening up wide.

Added a third finger, squeezing them in and stroking, stretching, for what was to come, his free fingers jacking Lionel off in steady, hot movements.

Lionel winced as Dominic slid three fingers inside of him, more than he'd been stretched with before, and he shuddered. His head shook as his legs locked, hips thrusting into the steady jacking motions of Dominic's hands as his knuckles whitened with their grip on the sink.

Dominic waited. Oh how he waited. Stroked, both with fingers and hand on Lionel's cock, moving until he knew his lover was close to orgasm, and slid free. He went to the small shelf he'd placed his things, and took down the nozzle, a bag, and a little dark blue toy which he'd gotten the year before. Already washed and cleaned, he stroked over the long blue dildo, shaped like a penis, with a long, very skinny tube coming from the back, and a whole in the tip.

He smothered it with lube and very easily slid the five inches up into his lover, making sure it was secure in the stretched entrance, and attached a small inflator to the back, which he began to pump.

And he watched, carefully, like a hawk, as the blue dildo began to inflate and enlarge.

Lionel didn't move until the dildo started to grow. As soon as it started to move inside him, however, Lionel's head jerked around, almost getting caught up in the chain as he looked over his shoulder at his lover. It was inflating steadily, growing larger and close to uncomfortable.

Dominic looked up at him as Lionel snapped around, meeting his eyes steadily until he liked what he saw, and stopped inflating. Instead, he climbed to his feet and went to the sink, where the bag waited for him to fill it. He opened it and filled it, the water sloshing as he filled the bag up, and attached the nozzle easily, screwing it on tightly. He bent down behind his lover and attached the nozzle to the long tube at the end of the blue dildo, and began to fill his lover with water. "This past week I promised to show you the pain and the pleasure. Now... you're going to wish I never did."

Lionel couldn't help the shiver that shot through his body at the anger he heard in Dominic's voice. He realized then that this was more than just a game, more than the games they'd played before. Dominic wanted something from him, and Lionel was willing to give it. He kept his jaw locked around the dildo gag as he felt the build up in his lower belly.

He filled his lover with an entire bag of water, easy, fluid squeezed of the bottle inside of him, and ever so carefully tacked off the flow from coming out with a little black plug to cover the end of the tube. All done in a matter of moments, and he climbed back to his feet, looking at him. "Stand up, Lionel. Come into the bedroom, and sit in the chair."

Lionel moved, feeling the rolling and pressure of the water inside his body jostling uncomfortably with every step. But as he walked he got used to it, and by the time he reached the chair, it was almost akin to a pleasurable caress inside his body.

Burning. Anger. Fueled with a deep, dark pleasure, as he pulled the chain gently in his hand and turned Lionel's face to him, as he slid his fingers up into Lionel's hair to remove the clasp of the cock gag. He slid it from swollen lips and tossed it aside, bringing Lionel's face to his and looking up the few inches that separated them in height. "You will crawl. You have one more chance, Lionel. And then your punishment will agonize you. Are we clear and understood with one another?"

Lionel stroked a hand over Dominic's cheek, then his shoulder. "I won't crawl, Mr. Luthor," he said softly. "Not for you, or anyone else. I'll give you anything you want, except that."

His eyes flashed. "Sit. Now."

Lionel moved and slowly lowered himself into the chair, squirming just slightly until he got the plug situated somewhat comfortably in his ass as he sat there. "Yes, sir."

He picked up the small horse crop and swat his lover across the left thigh, glaring at him. "Over an inch. Situate yourself over the hole, Lionel."

"Yes, sir." Lionel moved over again, hands gripping the arms as he lifted himself up and then settled again, aligning himself in the chair as was suggested... well, ordered. "There, Mr. Luthor."

He crouched then, and looked at him. as he pulled the leather shirt up. A leather harness was crisscrossed across his chest, the leather and lycra pants low slung over his hips, thong very… very visible a he climbed up onto the wide chair, knees on either sides of Lionel's hips, and kissed him. Hard, rough, tongue diving in and sucking hard as he kissed him, deeply, sitting on his lap as he did it.

Lionel's hands came up and rubbed his thumbs over Dominic's nipples, pressing the leather straps into the hard nipples that were hidden under the harness. He let his hands drift more, leading Dominic's hands into his hair as his hands fell to Dominic's waist, arms tight around him and hands kneading his master and lover's firm ass.

Dominic's hand cracked against Lionel's hand on his ass, hard, snarling at him as he leaned down to capture the nipple ringed with metal, biting it fiercely as his fingers began to work. They moved over the straps on each arm, sliding the leather restraints over Lionel's arms, are carefully and quickly tied them both up. He dropped down from Lionel's lap, unzipping his pants so he could slide his fingers inside, pulling out the tense, blood red cock that had been hard for over an hour and a half. It was looped with leather and metal, and he smiled up at Lionel as he stroked over it, though he could barely get to any of his flesh. "You see, I can't come either. The question becomes, Lionel, are you going to please me? or are you going to keep disobeying me?"

Strapped Lionel's legs down easily, tying them to the wood, and then he caught Lionel's hardened cock and smacked it, doing it again... twice more, before covering it with lycra.

The shiny leather-like substance fit over his cock and balls like a glove, tight, snug, and he pulled it through a ring built in the center of the front of the seat, connecting the loop to a leather strap and creating an efficient cock ring, with Lionel's dick pointing straight out.

Lionel struggled briefly with the straps holding his arms down as Dominic displayed his bound and tortured cock, and all he wanted to do was soothe it. He leaned forward as much as he could, and he wasn't nearly close enough to his cock.

A sharp moan as the glove-like contraption was slid over his cock, and then another moan as he was strapped completely into the chair, and he leaned his head back against the headrest. "Please you," Lionel panted softly. "Please you."

"Can you tell me how?" Dominic asked it, gently, as he slid a small basin underneath the chair for the water that would be coming out very, very soon, and slid his fingers down Lionel's chest, then to his belly, caressing it softly… before he smacked the crop over the bloated stomach, again... again, once more, as his free fingers slid down to the lycra covered cock and stroked over it with each swatch. The harder the hits with the crop, the stronger the strokes over the hard, bound, tight cock, and he fondled heavy balls as he did it.

Dropped to his knees and smacked, harder, reaching down between Lionel's spread legs and took hold of the plug that had slipped out a bit of the way, and began to thrust with it as he covered his mouth over Lionel's cock and let his smacks get harder. Over, and over, scraping his teeth down the tight leather as he hit the full belly harder still, free hand coming up to massage it, feeling the water inside slosh and move.

Lionel moaned softly as Dominic started stroking his cock, feeling the heat inside grow as his cock grew harder, the friction of his lover's palm causing the sheath around him to tighten. Each blow to his belly caused a shiver in his bound cock, and he couldn't move it, bound as it was, and he squirmed in the chair.

Then, as Dominic started fucking him with the plug and sucking him, quiet screams came from his throat as he struggled harder against the straps. The water inside of him was becoming erotically uncomfortable as it moved inside him, and he felt like he was going to burst from it.

Faster, moving harder, until he groaned and let go suddenly, standing up. Back to his toys, were he selected nipple clamps, clover clamped ones, and came back to his lover, sliding onto his lap. He rubbed his leather bound ass against a leather bound cock, rubbing against it insistently, the base of the dildo inside of him rubbing against the top of his lovers cock through leather. He carefully unhinged the tiny nipple ring, sliding the bar out and clamping it without another word spoken. He clamped the opposite one, as well, lapping at the both of them, and reached down to stroke his cock, as much as he could. "What would make me happy, Lionel? Do you know?"

Lionel whimpered softly when the nipple ring was taken out, but it was lost in the gasp as his nipple was tightly clamped. He tried to thrust up, against the round ass that was currently bobbing his lap, and swallowed the grunt when he couldn't move. "I don't know," he confessed, struggling against the chair binds.

"Lets change that, then. What would make you happy?" Quietly, gently asked to completely go against the rough hand stroking his cock through the rings of metal, head arching back as he grunted quietly.

Lionel angled his head, as best he could, to see the hand going over his lover's cock. "Pleasing you," was the simple answer, and he moved as little as possible, feeling the water still moving inside him, caressing his body from the inside out.

"You learned. Good boy." Dominic soothed it, and reached down to unsnap the ring attached to the chair. The cock ring on the chain was still attached, so Lionel's cock could come back up, but it was still chained and restricted. He slid from the chair again and came down, because a little at a time would do, and slid the inflated dildo in as tightly as it could go in, and climbed back to his feet. His tray of toys was waiting for him, and he carefully plucked out a small woman's vibrator that he enjoyed for other... uses. It was connected to a long black leather strap, and he connected the left strap to the chair seat, letting the vibrator come across the underneath of the seat, and connected it to the other side.

The vibrator itself was a wide, circle that perfectly encompassed the area where the dildo was stuffed up inside his lover, the water sloshing inside of him deeply...and he turned it on, tightening the straps so the vibrator lay flat and couldn't be gotten away from.

Dominic climbed back to his feet and dropped the leather pants, thong and all, and slid the ten inch dildo out of him with a low, deep hiss and a groan. It fell with a dull thud on top of the leather clothes, and he grasped the bottle of lube, slickening his fingers and bending over, hand on Lionel's thigh, to stroke into himself and get himself lubed.

Met Lionel's eyes. Didn't stop looking at him, as he stroked inside of himself, smoothing the lube in as far as it would go, and mounted the seat carefully.

He pulled his lovers lycra covered cock up, smothered it with lube, and as easily as that, sank down onto it, shifting and sliding all the way down in his stretched, widened channel.

The disc vibrator did nothing but torment Lionel, shaking the plug inside him and causing it to stir the water inside of him. It lapped against his stomach, floated in his body, causing his cock to throb and him to grunt as he fought hard against the straps holding him down.

Fought even harder, causing the nipple clamps to dance on his chest as he watched Dominic stretching himself, straining to put his hands on Dominic's hips and pound upwards into his lover. Did nothing but cause the water to move, which made his cock throb harder as he was swallowed into his lover's passage. "D--sir," he gritted out, the heat around his cock unbearable in the tight, constricting covering.

"Say it. Say my name, my little slave." Dominic murmured, wrapping his arm around a slender, long neck and holding tight, handfuls of wood, as he rose up and dropped back down. Pulled his ass upwards, fell downwards, in easy, quick, sliding strokes, the lycra like heaven inside of him with every slippery pull up and every heavy, delicious pound down. "Like this? I like it. Like knowing you can't move, you can't thrust, and I... am... your... mercy." He stopped, midway up and stayed right there, holding himself steady and knowing Lionel wouldn't be able to thrust up with the chain. "You were a bad boy. Repeat it with me, Lionel. I am a bad boy."

"Dominic--" Lionel's call of his lover's name was choked off by the torture of his cock being buried and fucked without being able to surge in an out of his own need and his own rhythm. "I... I was a bad boy," he repeated breathlessly.

"I don't think you mean it." Dominic murmured gently, as he pulled up further, catching the head just inside of his body and moving his hips in slow, agonized circles, squeezing tightly around the tip as he did so. "I... don't think... you mean it, Lionel. Tell me with your endless conviction, your pride, your stubbornness. I. Am a bad boy."

Lionel could barely think past his burning cock and the pendulous pressure of water in his body being constantly stirred and moved by the vibrator he couldn't escape. His breath was exploding out of him in harsh pants, and he was shivering hard, sweat starting to trickle down his temple, and he gritted his teeth against the keening scream of frustration that wanted to roil out of him.

Dominic's lips curved gently. "Tell me, Lionel." He slid back down, achingly slow, inch by inch, squeezing as tightly as he could all. The way. Down. "Tell me what a bad boy you've been. Tell me why I'm punishing you, and you may get a reward."

Sharp, harsh little cries exploded with each breath, and if his fingernails hadn't been fastidiously trimmed they'd have been drawing blood in his palms. "Please," he whimpered.

"Please doesn't sound like what I want to hear, Lionel." He stroked all the way down, and then pulled up, giving very tiny, short little thrusts along the first two or three inches. "Please doesn't sound like I'm a bad boy, and why you've been so naughty. Please doesn't please me, Lionel. And you... do want to please your master, correct?"

"Yes!" Torn from his chest as he tried to move, tried to thrust, tried to pull his arms free and break the straps, none of which he could do.

"Then tell me, and I won't ask you again. The next time I have to ask will include twenty blows to your ass, full of water as it is." He caught his lovers hair in a tight fist and dragged it back, so Lionel could look at him. "Tell me why you openly defied me."

Lionel's head arched back and he could feel the collar rubbing against his throat and the back of his neck. "Don't... don't crawl. To anyone. Too proud... will break for anything but that. Beaten... into my head."

"Then let me beat something into." Thrust down. "Your." Thrust up. "Head." Thrust down. "You are mine, you are mine, and you will do what I ask of you to do, are we clear? I am your master, and the next time you defy me, so help me, I will tie you up and torture your cock until you scream and beg for mercy. Are we," Thrust up, thrust down, fast, hard, quick, and a hard squeeze down as he looked at him. "Clear?"

His eyes slammed shut as his head slammed back into the chair's headrest. "Yes!! Clear!" His nails were digging into his palms, the water moving inside him was bordering on painful and it sent little sparks into his cock, making it jerk on it's own even as Dominic clamped down on it. Utterly insane, and he parted his lips to pant for breath.

And Dominic dived for them, bringing him into a hot, ferocious kiss as he fucked himself over Lionel's cock. Lesson one had gone off without a hitch and it pleased him, enormously, that his lover had been so responsive, so much so that he leaned down on his next thrust up and tugged the cock ring and the lycra sheath off of his lovers cock before sinking back down onto it. Heady moan of pleasure as he grasped Lionel's hair harder and kissed fiercer, thrusting once more with his knees braced next to Lionel's hips, back arched and waiting as they moved.

Finally. Lionel thought he was going to lose his mind as his cock was freed from the little prison. Gasp of pain as his shaft swelled to it's full size after being trapped, and his hips surged up, thrusting into Dominic as hard and as deeply as his bound body would allow. His tongue pushed back fiercely against his lover's, every noise he made hungrily swallowed as his hips pounded. He cursed the chair being bolted down, even as he rocked in it as much as he could.

Dominic encouraged each thrust, each movement, as his mouth lapped over tight, firm skin, fingers tugging and yanking on the slender chain connecting his nipples, and leaned down, craning his hand under the chair, and carefully, easily, pulled the long plug out, as he ground down onto Lionel's erection and squeezed as tightly as he could. Wanted his lover to come for being a good boy, for following and understanding where he was to be, and he arched his hips and thrust, hard, harder, tightening his fingers in his lovers hair as he did so.

Scream that was muffled in Dominic's mouth as his body was overcome with different sensations. The hard, fast, strength-sucking rush of water out of his ass, the hard massage of a tight ass around his cock, clamps like little teeth pulling on nipples that ached like fire and his brain shut down as he went into purely instinctual reaction. His chest arched, shoulders thrown back as he came hard, grinding his hips in a small circle and grunting wordlessly.

The hot rush in his body had his eyes rolling closed, his back bowing to allow him deeper inside of him, and a lot, deep, soft moan of aching pleasure as he squeezed around him tightly, moving and getting him off as the water rushed into the basin underneath him, and he felt the warm heat of a full belly recede and slim again. He ground down onto Lionel's cock and milked it for all it was worth, shuddering helplessly as his throat bobbed.

Lionel's cock was still sensitive, and the tight muscles squeezing him only made him thrust again, pushing himself in further as the last spasms of his orgasm came out. His head fell forward, resting on Dominic's shoulder, and his body was close to going limp.

And Dominic's lips were curved, quite wickedly, even as his body ached for release. He slid off of his lovers lap, releasing Lionel with a little pop, and grasped one of the towels from the side table as he reached down and carefully pat his lovers sore ass dry. Pushed the water and the dildo out of the way, towards the bathroom where he'd clean it up later, and he quickly, but gently, unsnapped and unbound his lover from the chair. "Tell me, Lionel, what is it you want."

Lionel's arms were like water, but he managed to wrap them around his lover's neck. He didn't answer at first, just kissed him roughly, sucking kisses from his throat, his chest, the hollow of his shoulder. As his legs were freed, Lionel slid out of the chair, onto his knees, and looked up at his lover.

The view of it, the power, had Dominic's mouth trembling open and a heavy, deep sigh of breath coming out from between his lips. He grasped the leash, cock dark and red, slippery and aching to come, surrounded in metal and leather, and pulled Lionel towards the bed, waiting and watching him as his entire body shuddered. One hand came up to gently caress his nipple, watching his little slave intently and fully in tune with their game as he walked.

Lionel felt the tug at his throat, and his muscles wanted nothing more than to completely liquefy for a long moment and just exist. He knew his legs wouldn't support him at the moment, and he knew that Dominic knew it too. He had no choice but to crawl, and he did, powerful things propelling him along as quickly as he could move.

A long, low keening sound erupted from his lips as Lionel came towards him, like a lion ironically enough, hair hanging in his eyes as his belly dropped in erotic wonder. He gasped, and took a few steps back, watching Lionel's powerful arms come towards him and he had to sit down. He felt the mattress hit the back of his legs and his face broke into a wicked, knowing smile, eyebrows coming up as he spread his thighs. "Please your master, slave, and you will be rewarded."

Lionel positioned himself so that he was kneeling between Dominic's thighs, his lover's legs draped gently over his shoulders as his beard scraped over the soft skin of bound balls and through the metal rings of the cock sheath his lover was bound in. "How can I please you, sir?" he asked softly, scraping his beard along the scarred thigh that rested beside his cheek.

His breath escaped and he let his head fall back on a groan, gasping softly as his legs wound around Lionel's back. "Lick your master. Make me feel good."

Lionel nodded, and instead of wasting time sucking on the bound organ, Lionel's tongue darted out and licked inside each ring, wetting each piece of skin that he could reach before licking over strapped balls, sucking them into his mouth, then using his fingers to part Dominic's cheeks further so his tongue could lick over the stretched and lubed opening. He was thankful, for a second, that Dominic had remembered to use the edible type, but then stopped thinking as he pushed his tongue deeper, sliding inside the hole and sucking the rim.

He fell back onto his elbows on the bed spread, head falling back as he began to pant. The pleasure was unreal, powered only be the power trip he was on, eyes squeezed tight as he arched his hips for Lionel's mouth, demanding more without asking for it as his fingers came down to his cock. He was getting desperate, very... very desperate, and with his desperation was coming want. He jerked away from Lionel's talented tongue and he leaned back on the sheets, climbing up easily with thighs spread lewdly. "Come up here, Lionel."

He climbed off the bed as he waited for his lover to climb on the sheets, and took the dildo from before, lubing it and sliding it easily up inside of him.

And turned the vibration on, which just made him gag on a moan, gasp harshly, and grunt as he grasped the bed post.

Lionel rose to his feet so he could get on the bed, and without knowing what Dominic wanted him to do, Lionel sat the bottom of the bed, his hand caressing Dominic's where it gripped the bed post, leaning forward to lick each finger as it wrapped tightly around the wooden pole.

Dominic let a hard, but quiet, groan echo from his lips as he looked at his lover quietly, fingers sliding over a stubbly cheek as he leaned down to kiss his lips, his cheek and chin, his throat. "Tell me, Lionel. Tell me what you want… show me what I should do." He didn't know how to be dominant in any type of fashion, as his fingertips traced warm skin and leaned him down on the blankets, pressing chaste, tender kisses to his skin as he bucked forward as the parts of his cock that could feel went hot when they touched Lionel's own, and began to hump against it, whimpering as his fingernails dug into the sheets.

"Take this off," Lionel said softly, trailing his fingers along his lover's cock. "It's my pleasure to be denied in face of you taking your own; I have to work for it; earn it, and by your right, your pleasure is your own to take."

"Okay." He whispered, and did he ever have to not be told twice. His fingers reached down under his balls...stopped, and instead he lay back. Okay. Taking and not giving. A hard lesson to learn, but one he'd have to do, as he spread his legs and looked at his lover with steely, but loving, green eyes. "Pleasure me, slave."

"Yes, sir." Lionel's fingers deftly undid the straps around his lover's cock, and laid the contraption to the side as he slid his mouth down the tortured length. He swallowed hard, closing his eyes as he took the entire length down, quieting his gag reflex as his palms stroked his lover's thighs and his mouth serviced his lover.

"Oh, God!" Cried, harshly, as he thrust upwards and his entire body shuddered. His cock had been like that for almost four hours, and it was almost purple with the need to come, so much so that he was losing his mind. His body arched, aching as he wound his legs around Lionel's chest, arching into the practiced, knowing mouth, his entire body shuddering. "Yes, Lionel, good, yes, yes, good boy, such a, uh!, good boy, good, good boy."

Lionel's hands guided Dominic's hands to his hair again, urging the strong fingers to lock and tug and direct his head as he sucked, and his hands went back to his lover's crotch, the thumb of one hand stroking the scar as the other juggled Dominic's balls, gently rolling and caressing them together.

Dominic's fingers grasped alright, but they weren't to direct him to his crotch… they were to tug up, tug Lionel up on top of him, and roll so they were on their sides and he could kiss his lover. Game forgotten, all he wanted was this… skin, powerful body over his, intensely good fingers caressing his body, and that mouth. He kissed him, as deeply and hard as he could, tongue stabbing in with each shudder and movement of his hips as they touched, held, bodies squirming against one another as sweat and tingles broke out all over his body.

Lionel's hands slid over his lover's back, pulling Dominic close to him as his mouth sucked hard, rubbing his hips against Dominic's and stroking their cocks together in one large hand.

"Sorry, not... good... dom!" he cried, as his cock humped forward into Lionel's hand, sobbing with want as he pushed his lover over, climbing over him and attaching his mouth to pebble hard nipples, licking around the clamps and sucking on them and the nipples themselves as he stroked against his lovers body, seeking pleasure as he snarled at him. "Love when you crawl to me, love!"

"You're a fine dom," Lionel reassured him. "You just have to learn, that's all." Quiet kisses, licks, soothing pets as he arched into his lover's touch, rubbing his body over Dominic's as he kept stroking their cocks. "Learn to demand what you want."

"I want you." Dominic cried it, as he pulled back off his lover and leaned against the backboard, beckoning Lionel to him. "Now. Stretched? Lube. Want. In." Single syllable words as he arched, stroking a hand down over his almost painfully hard cock. "Now."

"All right, Dominic... all right." Lionel crawled up to his lover, straddling Dominic's thighs as he lowered himself onto Dominic's cock. His own opening was already stretched, and his lover's cock was slick with spit and he slid down easily, hands gripping Dominic's shoulders.

His head fell forward and he whimpered as he wrapped his arms around Lionel's back and shoulders, and so much for their game. Couldn't help it, damn if he hadn't tried, and his lips covered his and he kissed him, deeply, roughly, full of want and need. His cock was wrapped around, covered, taken in, and his fingernails raked down Lionel's back and to his ass, where they were joined, squeezing tight cheeks and pulling him on deeper as his knees came up to be a brace for his lover. "Oh... God, yes."

"No, no..." Lionel's arms slid up his lover's arms, linking their fingers and pulling his lover's hands to rest over his heart. "Don't work for it... let me give it to you." He left Dominic's hands on his chest as one hand went to caress his face, rolling his hips slowly as he rode his lover, squeezing Dominic's cock on the push up, swallowing him deeply on the push down.

Never done that before, never just sat back and took and his eyes rolled closed on a harsh gasp, a groan and his back bowed deeply as he did it. Fingers pinched and kneaded Lionel's nipples, tugging the clamps off and tossing them away as his fingers stroked over the sore nubs, over the long, flat chest, stroking through the soft hairs on his chest as he whimpered quietly. His cock burned for orgasm denied too long, balls full and tight, aching, and he thrashed softly as his head arched back. "L-Lionel!"

"Yes, sir?"

He thrust up, hard, once...twice... and exploded. He was silent, completely, throughout orgasm, head arched back and throat veined hard as he did. His fingers came up to anchor on Lionel's hips and hold him steady as he came inside of him, body shuddering with pleasure as the orgasm he'd kept at bay for hours, which was something for him, came from him. Long jets that almost wouldn't end, and his hips kept thrashing and thrusting his orgasm out as buzzing came in through his ears and his eyes teared with pleasure.

Orgasm ended on a long, drawn out moan in his throat, rumbling softly as he shuddered and shivered all over, pleased like a hungry cat and he just... let his body loosen and relax.

Lionel bent down, licking the arched throat and slick chest, slowly pulling off his lover to move down, licking Dominic's cock clean with a quiet purr, whiskers rasping across his lover's skin as he moved down. When he was satisfied that Dominic was clean, he moved up again, lying beside Dominic and resting a wide palm on his chest.

He was still in the same position. Didn't bother moving. He shuddered every time Lionel licked across a sensitive little place, but just... didn't say anything. Too pleased, too pleasured, much too new at this but like his lover said… he'd learn. Uh huh. Right now? He was trying to catch his breath, as his fingers came up and covered Lionel's on his chest quietly, groaning softly.

Lionel rolled onto his back and pulled Dominic to lay on top of him. "Here." He slid his hands down and situated Dominic against his body. "There."

Ughumpgh. Dominic moved where his lover moved him, panting over his chest as his fingers sought Lionel's again, moaning again softly as he shuddered all over and situated their cocks together, Lionel's hard and his soft, and he just… couldn't move, as he wrapped their fingers together and pulled close. "That sucked." He muttered, panting softly as he closed his eyes and whimpered. "You have to teach me."

"I'll teach you, but it didn't suck. You came... I came... we both enjoyed it." He stroked Dominic's throat softly, pressing his lips to his face. "You'll see."

"Yes." He whispered, getting up onto still shivering hands and knees and turned around on his lovers body so he could wrap his lips around the half hard cock and pulled it into his mouth... then down his throat, sucking it down easily as his fingers slid between beautiful thighs to stroke inside and search for a prostate as he sucked, hard. Teeth and lips tugging at the spots his lover liked, lapping and purring in his throat so it vibrated around his lovers cock, arching his back and arranging his shoulders so he could bring more in.

Lionel arched into Dominic's mouth, and then reached down and caught a wrist in his strong fingers. "D--Dominic--stop. No. This--this isn't. Not the way to go. Don't--don't give. Take. Demand. Make me give."

He stopped, looked up with his lovers cock still down his throat, and let it out with a soft, slow slurp, lapping at the tip and swallowing as he shifted. "What?"

Lionel shuddered softly. "Don't... you don't give pleasure like this. You take it for yourself; demand it, tease your slave until he is ready to give you his life, and then you take what you want from him until you are both sated."

"I don't--...." But then, very suddenly, he did. His throat bobbed as he nodded at his lover, giving his cock a parting caress as he climbed up to his feet. "I have something you might like." he murmured, and motioned at him to follow, grasping the chain from the collar and tugging, gently. "Come with me, Lionel."

"Yes, sir." Lionel slid off the bed at the tug of his chain, then slowly flowed to his knees. Slight creak of old bones as he moved, but he was able to move on his knees with much more surprising grace and fluidity than he'd expected.

Alright. Dominic had had a little plan, but as soon as he'd seen Lionel doing that... thing, everything just fell away again and he fell to his knees and toppled his lover over onto his back on the thick, spongy carpet. Extremely silly giggle as they rolled once and he pushed them back so he was laying above his lover, and he unsnapped the collar easily as he brought his mouth to his and kissed, fiercely. So much for being dominant. His fingers dropped down to stroke over a long, slender torso and belly, mouth attaching to the nipple clamps...taking the clamps off a moment later and sucking the tight little nubs into his mouth. His nails raked down his lovers sides as his fingers came down and grasped a hard cock and began to stroke as he nibbled, licked, and kissed with abandon.

Lionel's hands gripped his lover's hips tightly, brow furrowing as he balanced his lover carefully. He hissed, arching his chest as the nipple clamps were removed and then nipples sucked into Dominic's mouth. Harsh cry of pleasure a second later as the feeling returned and the pinpricks of pain shot through his skin. He rocked up, his cock sliding easily in Dominic's fist as he licked his cheek. "Dominic?" Lionel asked softly.

"Not working, partners now, so good!" He let it out on a muffled cry of joy. This… had been for the pleasure, of course, but as a test. A test they'd passed, and he didn't think he'd ever been this happy in his life. He stroked his cock against Lionel's, hard, one hand sliding behind his back to snag at the buckle of the black harness, fingers scrabbling until it came undone and oh, pleasure as it fell from his body. He licked his lovers chest… down to his belly, as he nipped at the skin. Down to the hips, lapping at the little freckles along his lovers hips and down, to swallow him down his throat to the root, lapping, licking, nibbling, stroking as his fingers slid inside his lover with the lube still inside of him.

"Don't understand!" Torn out of him with a cry as he arched into Dominic's throat, pushing his cock deeper into his lover's mouth as he rode the twisting of his lover's fingers inside his sheath.

Didn't have enough time to talk to his lover, nononono, not when... no. He stroked his fingers in and out, head down and working on his lovers cock as his fingers searched for the lube he knew they'd dropped onto the fl--found. He grasped the bottle and let go enough to unscrew the little bottle and then down, again, swallowing his lover to the root as his fingers reached back and stroked into himself the same moment that he stroked his fingers into his lover.

Uh, God.

The squeeze of both asses had him shuddering, all over, stretching himself open again, quickly again, before he wiped his fingers on his thigh, crawled up his lover, and steadied Lionel's cock with his hand as he spread his legs wide and slid down the long length with a quiet, gusty sigh of pleasure, palms pressed to Lionel's belly for balance as his muscles all shuddered as one. "Ughuhngnd."

Lionel closed his eyes as he started bucking up into his lover's rolling thrusts. The palm on his belly held him down and he strained up against it, hands on his lover's hips pulling him down further onto his cock as he thrust up. "You're so tight!"

Dominic threw his head back, grasping his lovers fingers on his hips tightly as they moved. The rasp of the carpet on Lionel's skin was lost in the tight, hot, easy, delicious thrusts that had him moaning like a half crazed animal, stroking up and down as his fingers reached and pinched Lionel's nipples, hard, between thumb and forefinger.

Lionel felt his shoulder scraping on the carpet but didn't care, grunting as Dominic's fingers pinched and pulled his nipples. He braced his hands on his lover's chest then, and tightened his grip on Dominic's shoulders. Hips rolled as he thrust in, and then he raised his hips, pushing in as hard as he could. "Going to fuck you."

"Yes, yes please!" His brogue was hardly distinguishable into English as he threw his head back, letting out a hard, deep grunt as he fucked forward, up and down, over and over and over. His thighs and calves burned from the strain, body in ecstasy as he threw his head back... then let it roll forward, gasping hard as he grasped his lovers belly. "Pl..'top me, fuck me, PLEASE!"

Lionel pushed up, holding Dominic to him with one arm as he rolled over, pulling himself up onto his knees and adjusting Dominic's legs around his waist as he squeezed taut thighs and started to stroke. Hard, deep, pounding strokes that caused the slap of flesh against flesh to echo loudly in the room, even over their grunts and cries.

"Uh! UH!" Each thrust rung a cry from his lips, fingers busy on his cock as he arched his hips. He was drenched in sweat, blond hair plastered to his temples, burning legs tight around Lionel's waist, and the constant thrust of cock. Tingles were racing all over his body, waves of pleasure that had heat pooling in his groin, ass so well used and the thought had him letting out another sharp, hard cry, tugging Lionel down so their mouths met and he kissed his beautiful lover, hard.

Lionel's hands came up and gripped Dominic's face firmly, tongue thrusting roughly into his lover's mouth, stroking deep, pushing his tongue out of the way to tease over the roof of his mouth, along his teeth, sucking the lower lip into his mouth and biting along his lover's chin.

Gonna come gonna come "Gonna come!" The muscles in his jaw and neck were like steal, body quivering with pleasure, agonized pleasure, as he grasped handfuls of his lovers hair to press him close. Their thighs blocked all view from Lionel's surging cock, except for Dominic's eyes. No one else on earth was having this exact thing in this exact moment with this exact man, and for some reason, the odd thought had pleasure, joy, and a deep rooted satisfaction blossoming in his belly and heart as he looked down between them, to see the blood red, hard cock coming in and out of him, hidden when he came forward and the deep entrance, before pulling back. Pumping, pumping, and he was completely enraptured for that half a second of watching. Of this beautiful man making love to him, and the place of pain and pleasure they'd had before would never again enter their bedroom.

He'd gladly give up his shackles, any day, for this.

Lionel brought one hand down to rub the scar carved into his lover's thigh, squeezing the tissue between his fingers before pressing down on it with his palm, burying his cock to the hilt inside his lover with ever squeeze of the scar. His other hand eased down his lover's flank and popped his ass firmly, just once, and then rubbed the red flesh gently. "Then come, Dominic."

He did.

He exploded, come spurting all over his belly as his eyes rolled closed and he thrust up, linking his legs around his lovers back and hips as he came. He squeezed his lovers cock tightly, and harsh, loud cry escaping from him as he grasped his lover tightly and came. Hard, deep thrusts up, fingers squeezing his cock tightly as he thrust into his palm and came.

Oh God.

Lionel didn't stop. He pushed Dominic's legs and thighs back down, down against his chest, stroking harder as his lover came, rubbing Dominic's prostate with every stroke, pressing against it with the head of his cock as he held off his own orgasm by a thread, keeping his lover's going as he thrust.

"God, GOD!" He sobbed, pleasure exploding behind his eyes when his lover just.... when Lionel took care of him, in his soft, gentle ways, and his head cracked back against the floor as he arched up, flushed all over as one hand let go of his lover to fist in the carpet as much as he could, the other squeezing a handful of his lovers hair as he let out a second, deep, hard cry.

He fell back against the carpet when climax worked itself out, panting as much as he could with each of his lovers thrusts, and he whimpered in pleasure.

Lionel stopped the light spank as he slid one hand behind his lover's head, cradling him and protecting him from cracking his skull on the hard stone floor again, despite the soft pile carpeting, and used the other to pull him close, situating them groin to groin as he came, shuddering atop his lover, cock jerking as hot jets spilled from the shaft.

The deep spill of come inside of him had his eyes rolling back, fingers sliding out of his lovers hair to pull him in close, squeezing and working his lovers orgasm out for him, over and over, squeezing rhythmically as he moaned softly. He wound his arms around Lionel's neck and hugged him hard, and he panted and licked his lovers throat, his face, nuzzling his bearded cheek softly as he brought him close and peppered kisses all over his face.

Lionel thrust slowly as Dominic's ass milked the orgasm from him. Rolling thrusts, every few seconds, sliding in and out of his lover as Dominic pulled him close. He rolled again, his cock slipping mostly out as he cradled Dominic on top of him and his hands linked at the small of his lover's back "I love you."

"Mmmughnd." Dominic muttered, setting his cheek on his lovers rapidly beating heart as he panted, legs tangled, body limped, eyes closed as he fought to caught his breath.

Lionel let his racing heart slow down, stroking Dominic's shoulder and flank to calm himself, listening to his lover's soft pants in his ear.

"Goooooood." The word paired with a long, soft moan of pleasure as he tangled himself further, tugging Lionel's arms in close and winding his own around them as he whimpered softly, rubbing his ass back into the cock still partly inside of him as he rested. "'ove you."

"Bed or shower?" Lionel asked between breaths, chest rising and falling as he regulated himself.

"Bed." Definitely... definitely bed. Time for showers later. Possibly next year. Rest now. Tired. Too many orgasms, no rest between them, and he was going to fall asleep like the typical male in .5 seconds.

"All right." Lionel slowly eased out of his lover, then let him rest on the carpet for just a moment as he got to his feet, then bent back down and picked his lover up. Not easy, and he struggled just a second to straighten and keep his balance but he did it, and he quickly took the two and a half steps to place his lover gently on the bed.

"Idiot." Dominic glared at him and attempted, twice, to get down, but his lover was strong as hell when he wanted to be. He scooted over, wounded male ego attempting to reinstate itself, and Dominic offered his arms to Lionel as he kicked blankets back so they could get under them. "Come here."

Lionel slid into bed beside his lover, and moved into the offered arms, pulling Dominic to rest against his chest instead of on the umpteen fluffy pillows on the bed. "Better?"

"No." he changed their positions just a little, scooting up in the pillows so he and Lionel were equal, looking at one another as they wrapped arms, legs, bodies together, and leaned in to whisper with not just a little embarrassment, "I'm sorry I'm not a good dom. If it helps, you suck as a sub."

"Of course I suck as a sub, Dominic. I've never been one to anyone before." A slight scoff. "You, however, do not suck as a dom. You're just too... tenderhearted."

He beamed it, as he gazed into soft, deep brown eyes. "That's the best compliment ever, you know."

"I know it is." Lionel stroked through the thin scruff of his lover's hair. "What did you mean before?"

"Mmm?" Asked, softly, as he reached behind them for a moment… and came back with the nipple ring Dominic himself had bought his lover some months before, and carefully began to slip it back into his lovers nipple.

"You said that... something wasn't working anymore. That it was no good?" Lionel kept his fingers stroking calmly. "What did you mean?"

"Oh." His lips twitched. "That we can't be convincing BDSMers anymore. You aren't capable of hurting me, even in the name of pleasure, and neither am I to you. I tried, lord knows it, because I wanted to whip you and make you bleed. But... you're my husband, and..." He shrugged, but he was smiling softly.

"And you couldn't hurt me?" Lionel dragged a fingertip lightly down Dominic's hip. "There's more to it than whips and blood, Dominic, but I concede the point. I couldn't hurt you if I wanted to, which I do not."

"I had..." he looked over his shoulder, at the sex swing bolted into the ceiling and tied up on the ceiling. "I was going to whip you, make you beg for me. But I… I couldn't. I thought of you crying, even in pleasure, because I wouldn't give you what you wa-wanted, and..." His voice was slightly gruff, as he gazed at him, fingertips stroking softly over a bearded chin.

"Ssssh." Lionel leaned over and kissed his lover softly. "You don't have to say anything else." He moved his hand down until they could clasp together, his and his husband's. "I understand."

His throat bobbed quietly. "It means you see me as your equal you know. Tomorrow I'll have a good freak out, sobbing session and dance with you for the better part of an hour. Right now? I'm just so happy you're mine, you're my lover, so proud and so excited because I never knew if this day... if it would come. I love you, Lionel. I love you, very, very much, my lovely."

"I have always seen you as my equal, Dominic." Lionel pressed soft kisses to his lover's forehead. "Only sometimes... more equal than others." He kissed further down, dropping soft kisses on Dominic's nose, cheeks, mouth, and gently bobbing throat. "I'm always yours, Dominic." More kisses to the soft skin of his lover's face. "I always knew the day would come when you and I realized where we were."

"All it took was me wearing bits of leather and putting you in a torture chair." Big, huge beam which curved wicked around the edges.

"Which, sadly, we never got to make proper use of."

His eyes danced. "I didn't know what to do." A moment. "Seriously. I've never been in this position before. Sure, tying you up and strapping you to a bed somewhere." A soft sigh.

"Then you can do a little research. Make a plan for what you want to do next time."

"I did!" He nearly wailed it, eyes wide and staring into Lionel's. "I researched for four hours, and got sixteen viruses on my bitty laptop for my trouble. I studied and read and it is very possible I was too well prepared."

"I think it was. Perhaps if research wasn't the thing, how about not researching? Just... consider, off the top of your head, the things you would like to do to me or have me do to you. And then work from that."

"Okay." He blushed softly and brought Lionel in closer, rubbing his thumb along the full lower lip. "You're very beautiful, Lionel."

Lionel parted his lips and sucked Dominic's thumb into his mouth once, licking over the pad before releasing it. "Only in your eyes, cricket.."

"Bull." Dominic whispered softly, as he pressed tender, loving kisses to his lovers lips… chin, jaw, cheek and forehead. "You're so beautiful. Inside and out. That spirit inside of you, that spirit. How you would not bend down to me. So beautiful. And when you finally did... oh, Lionel."

Lionel just smiled. "It's not easy to break a Luthor, Dominic. You should be proud of yourself."

"Humbled." Another soft murmur, as he brought his fingers through Lionel's hair to gently cup the side of his head, making his husband look at him as he said it again. "Humbled."

Lionel's eyes met his lover's. "Proud," he said softly, raising his hand to stroke the back of his lover's. "I've never bent to anyone else before."

"You humble me." Dominic whispered, as he pressed his lips gently to his lovers mouth. "On my day of judgment, and the Lord asks me what I did with my life...I'll tell him I spent it with you." Another whisper, a gently press against his lovers face. "And that will be enough to fill the heavens with singing angels, with joy. I can't...tell you, how much, how much I love you. There aren't enough words in any language. I love you, Lionel. How I love you."

Lionel closed his eyes softly and returned the whisper-soft kisses that Dominic was pressing to his face. "Spending your days with me has certainly earned you a place in Heaven, that's for certain." He cupped the back of Dominic's head in his hand, and sighed in happiness. "You've made my life bearable, Dominic, and you've made it complete by giving me a child of your own, a second chance I thought I'd never have in my life."

His fingers slid across Lionel's palm, to link, quietly, carefully, their rings clinking quietly against one another of them. "Our life together is going to be so much fun, baby."

"Fun... is not the word I'd choose to describe it." But Lionel was smiling, nonetheless. "I would choose... exciting."

"Exciting, then." He was grinning like an idiot. "And don't you bullshit, it's going to be fun. Please. Us? Having children? There's a law being made somewhere against it, I'm quite certain." Wicked grin.

"There's not been the law created yet that Lionel Luthor hasn't been able to circumvent, overcome, or simply ignore." And the truth was, he wasn't bragging.

His lips curved. "Of course not. I'm proud of you for being Mob Boss Luthor, you know."

"My ties with the Mafia were severed over a decade ago, although there are still a few lines of communication here and there. I'd like to think that I'm more sophisticated than your common bully."

"Are you joking? They're quite sophisticated. I live next door to one of the sons of Eddie Matoda."

"No, Dominic, I am not joking. I am completely serious."

"Neither am I. Though you are much more sophisticated than many people, including the mafia, might I add. Much more than me, even, but I'm quite a lout as it were."

"You are not a lout, Dominic. You are not even close. On the contrary, you are the highest class of person I know."

"That belches and wears work out pants and drinks like a fish and hangs about eating junk food?" Rude, rude snort.

"All people do those things, Dominic. Not just you. You merely take delight in it."

Oh, how he beamed. "Indeed. It would do you good to delight in it as well you know. There's something good about cuddling up and reading a good novel on a rainy afternoon."

"There's also something to be said for working."

"Like?" Raised brow.

"That it's done, you have more time to work the next day, and in the end, you have a great deal more accomplished."

"Sometimes, beloved, what you have accomplished at the end isn't what you should have been accomplishing at all." Dominic murmured quietly, because even though he was only thirty five years old, he had a great deal of wisdom about being happy, and not.

Lionel looked down at his lover in surprise. "Sometimes, I forget how young you are, little cricket, because you have the wisdom of a man twice your age."

He blinked a moment... puffed up in pride. "Of course I do. I am your spouse, am I not?"

"You are." Lionel tightened his arms around his lover's waist.

"It's odd, to think of us separated in years like we are. Do you think things would be different, if I were older?"

Lionel was quiet for a moment as he thought, trailing his fingers up Dominic's spine. "No," he answered finally. "I don't think they would be at all. I think, perhaps, the only difference is, those bastards might not have hurt you so before you got to me."

"Can I tell you something?"

"Of course you can, Dominic. Always."

"I used to curse their names. Every waking moment of my day was filled with hatred, loathing, even when I didn't show it, for what they did, and who they were. But the day came when I could find forgiveness, and pity, in my heart for them. How they must have suffered, as children… as adults, to be such cruel human beings. How they must have been treated, to hurt me in such a way. Only because I was the new kid on the block. How they must have hurt in their souls. I found the forgiveness for them, Lionel, and came to thank them for choosing me. Because in their cruelty, they gave me strength to meet your eyes and dare you... be your closest assistant."

"I despise them, Dominic. Every second of every day that passes. Because of the things they did to you, there were so many opportunities missed, so many obstacles to overcome, and so many barriers we had to fight, both separately and together, to be where we are today, and I will curse them every day for it."

He shook his head, softly. "Don't. They deserve your pity, Lionel. Only your pity. We've become stronger, closer, for it. Don't hate. They're all dead and gone, and their children still mourn."

"I'm sorry, little cricket. I simply can't be as forgiving as you are."

"I know. That fire inside of you is what I love so dearly." Dominic pressed his lips to the curve of his lovers chest. "So strong. I adore you, my beloved."

Lionel leaned down and kissed the top of his lover's head. "Just as I adore you, my darling." He stroked his lover's hair softly, and then chuckled. "I came home hoping to find a boxing partner; instead I find this workout waiting for me. All in all, I can't say as I'm disappointed with the welcome."

"Hee! Aren't you now? How many times did you come, anyhow? I believe I lost track."

Lionel snorted. "I wasn't counting either, Dominic. I was a bit busy at the time, watching my brain cells implode in pleasure."

Oh yeah. He beamed, like an idiot. "Like the little lycra thing for your cock? I bought it last week, and knew Id just have to give it a try. It felt like water sliding inside...very nice."

"Mmmph. You have my permission to use it whenever you feel the need, if that helps."

Wicked grin, as he rolled over and pressed his cooling back to Lionel's toasty chest, and tugged the blankets up over them as the soft lamp glow flowed over them. "Boxing. I'll box with you sometime. Fencing, too." He said it, softly, as he tucked Lionel's pillow under his cheek, as they'd switched sides by accident.

"I wasn't aware you knew how to do either."

"No idea. You can teach me." He let out a hard yawn, and pulled the blankets up so he could snuggle under them deeper. "I can swim, I can run, that's about it."

"I'm teaching Clark how to fence as it is; perhaps you'd like to join us? Tuesday evenings, 8 PM, in the gymnasium. I usually return to work after a quick dinner and the lesson, though."

"I know. Told me, didn't give you a straight answer then, but I do-" yawn. "-now. I will. Id love to. Fencing. When LuthorCorp opens, will you promise me something, Lionel? Promise me you'll work 9 to five, and come home."

"I don't think I've ever worked a nine to five day in my entire existence."

"Will you try? For me? For our daughter?" Dominic looked at his lover, over his shoulder. "My father worked from dawn till dusk, and I never knew him the way I should have. I don't want us to be that for Aurora."

Lionel moved so that his chin rested on Dominic's shoulder, and his hands met about his lover's waist. "I will try, Dominic."

"Try. Okay? Just try." He closed his eyes, then, burrowing deeper into the blankets and pillows as he usually did, this mattress as comfortable as his was at home, and he cuddled into the warmth offered as he squeezed Lionel's hands on his waist, tightly. "I love you, Lionel."

"I love you, Dominic." He pulled Dominic closer as he felt him settling in to sleep, and a soft smile crossed his lips as he looked down. "Sleep, my little one, you've earned it tonight." He pressed a kiss to each of his lover's closed eyes.

"I am in no way little." Sleepy lewd grab at his crotch, a sleepy wicked grin, and he cracked an eye open to let him know he'd been teasing, as he turned again, to face his lover, and snuggled his Lionel in. "Sleep."

"Now that I would have to agree with." He followed Dominic's grab with one of his own, a gentle stroke, and then a soft kiss. "I'm going to get something to eat as soon as you fall asleep, and then I'll be back."

"You get crumbs in bed again and I'll kick your ass." Muffled from the pillows, lazily sleepy, as he let himself relax and start to drift off.

"No crumbs; I'm just going to have some fruit, that's all."

"Mm." He murmured, softly, shifting only slightly to turn onto his belly, still facing his lover as he slid his arms under the silky pillow cases and held them close.

Lionel rubbed his lover's back under the blankets, just feeling the soft, smooth skin under his hand.

And he sighed deeply as he raised his other hand to massage his shoulder, popping his neck quietly. Not that he'd admit it to a living soul, but he was exhausted.

"I know you are. Sleep." Muggy and drowsy from the pillowcase, but a shrewd green eye opened. "Go eat, then come sleep."

"Know I am what?" Lionel asked softly, still rubbing his shoulder.

"Tired, sleepy, at the end of your rope, exhausted." His other eye opened, gazing up at him. "I know you are. Come rest, baby."

Lionel arched an eyebrow. "Am I that transparent?"

"Husband. Know you." He let out a hard, deep yawn that he pushed into the pillow, a sharp pull of muscle in his back making him roll his spine, as he snuggled in again.

"You're also right." He leaned over and placed a kiss at the nape of Dominic's neck. "Dinner can wait." He pushed himself back down to lay his head on the fluffy pillows and to slide one arm around his lover's waist.

"Hungry?" Dominic asked it without opening his eyes.

"Not really." Lionel yawned, but hid it in the pillow. "I was only going to eat something so you wouldn't worry."

Wicked snicker. "Come will sustain you."

"Yes, it will." Another yawn that time, that he couldn't hide.

There were a few moments of silence, as they settled in together, the blankets settling and their bodies resting quietly together, when, out of the blue, Dominic broke the silence. "If everybody had an oocceaan across the USA...then everybody would be surfing, suuurfffiinnggg USAAAAA."

Lionel, nearly asleep, blinked rapidly several times before he processed that Dominic was singing a Beach Boys song. Then he burst out laughing even as he groaned and rolled his eyes. "Dominic..."

He was even doing a little dance, eyes closed as he kept on singing. "You'd see them wearing their baggies.... raaaunchy sandels toooo… a bushy-bushy blond haaaaiirrrdoooo, surfing USSAAAA." Complete. Straight. Face. Except he opened one eye and shook with the silent laughter.

Lionel picked up one of his pillows and bashed his lover on the head with it. "Go. To. Sleep."

He cracked up from under the thwap, eyes dancing as he looked up under his expressive, wriggling brows. "I'm channeling Brian Wilson."

"Channel Sleeping Beauty," Lionel snorted. "If I want the Beach Boys, I'll turn on the stereo."

"Onto which CD, The Beach Boy's Greatest Hits Volume 1, 2, 3 or 4?" Wicked giggle from under the blankets. "Plus, I can't channel Sleeping Beauty. I have neither breasts nor a vagina, at least not that I know of."

"Then channel the sleep part."

"Mmm. Sleep." He rose up the smallest bit and wound his arm around his lover, turning back on his side as they cuddled close, linking legs so that their crotches lay comfortably pressed, fingers gentling on his lovers back as he closed his eyes again. "won't channel Brian until tomorrow, promise."

"Mr. Crankypants thanks you. And before you ask, no, that is not something I came up with, it's something Eleanor called me yesterday."

"Cause you were yellin' at gramma or her gramma's boyfriend?"

"At her grandmother, the little harri--sweet woman."

An explosion of wicked snorts from half under Lionel's arm, where Dominic was cuddled against. "Magnificent bastard."

"Yes, I am." He squeezed Dominic's waist tightly. "There's one more thing you should know, but I'm reluctant to tell you before you sleep."

"Tell me. If it involves crazy tomato sandwiches coming to take chunks out of my flesh, I already had that nightmare, and nothing beats out rabid tomato sandwiches." realized he was babbling, and shut up for a moment. "Tell me."

"Diane Sawyer. Spoke to your sister today... and to Jonathan Kent."

He froze, for a moment. "...what?"

"She cornered Megan on the street today while she was shopping, and then went after Jonathan."

"Should I be worried?"

"I don't think so, no." He sighed. "Jonathan seemed to think she was more interested in Clark living here."

"She would be, the little harpy cunt licking toadstool of a bitch."

Lionel cracked a small smile. "Jonathan gave me the impression she was trying to find... less than scrupulous reasons for Clark to be living here. She came over the fact he was underage several times, as well as the fact he's in a relationship with Lex. I don't know where she intends to go with that, but I can imagine some of the lesser tabloid headlines."

"We can have a huge coming out party together. I'm sure Lex would whither in a hole and die." And the thought brought a sleepy, but bright, smile to Dominic's face.

Lionel was still serious. "Dominic... I don't believe it'd be anything as benign as that. She's searching for a way to exploit Clark's presence here, likely as shared sex toy for Lex and myself, with his father's permission."

A hard shudder ran right down Dominic's spine. "You know Lionel, if you'd tried, you couldn't have found something more disgusting than that." But he looked up at him. "I was serious. Lex and Clark... maybe they should come out, as well."

Lionel shook his head. "It's not possible. Clark's just turned seventeen. If he and Lex come out now, then it'll be common knowledge all over the world that Lex was sexually corrupting a minor--don't argue with me, Dominic, because we both know that's exactly how it would be painted."

"I won't argue… you're right." he made a face. "Dammit, we've caught up against a brick wall. What do you think? Just deflect any questions she might have on Clark?"

He shook his head. "We'll have to talk to them tomorrow and see. Honestly, I've no idea how to spin this."

"We can either be completely oblivious to anything Clark related...or admit Clark and Lex are friends, and that's all. When its their time to let the world know, they will, and if they never chose to, that's their choice as well." Dominic nodded, carefully, and slid his fingertips gently over Lionel's bare bicep. "Did my sister lose her temper?"

Lionel ignored the question; it was as though he hadn't heard it. "This is what I've fought all my life to deflect; questions about Lex, the choices he's made. And now... now I don't know if I can."

"She did, didn't she? The shrew." Dominic glared sleepily at his lover, though he couldn't muster much care for anything that was outside of their home right now. "Let him decide. Talk to him tomorrow and ask him what it is he'd like to do."

Lionel nodded. "I never dreamed that Lex finding the best person in the universe for him would ever turn back on him."

"Sleepy. What do you mean?"

"Just this. All the questions about Clark, Clark being underage. I know that Lex would rather give up everything in the world than have Clark exposed to this... and I feel as though I've betrayed Clark and my son both, being unable to shield them from this... bitch."

Dominic got a thrill every time his lover called her such a name, but he didn't mention it as he gently stroked his lovers arm. "Lex is a grown man now. Don't shield him... talk to him. See what he wants to do, what strides he wants to take in whatever direction he and Clark have chosen to go to."

Lionel nodded. "Don't mind me. It's the exhaustion talking."

"Sleep, b'loved." he brought his lover in tenderly close, as his own eyes fell closed. "So tired, baby. Go to sleep."

"I will." He kissed Dominic's temple lightly. "I will see you in the morning."

"Sleep with the angels, Lionel."

"Only if they carry me off."

"And you've gained weight, too." Was the quiet giggle from under him, and not a minute after it was voiced, Dominic gave a very soft, quiet snore. passed out, in dreams, exhausted and finally letting go to the release of sleep.

Lionel turned onto his back, pulling his lover close to his side, but for him, sleep was a long time in coming.

 

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