Page 5 of The Fighter

“Take off your clothes.”

The wariness dropped away, and he obeyed immediately, which confirmed my earlier observation. He needed to be kept busy. Tasks and orders prevented his mind from wandering, from questioning. I needed to remember that.

“Place your clothes on the chair in the corner and lay on the bed on your stomach, head on the pillow in the center.”

I left my shirt unbuttoned, my chest bare, and took off my belt, leaving it on the nightstand. Tav’s eyes flickered to it as he pulled off his boots. I sensed no concern in his expression, maybe a little excitement if anything.

When he dropped his pants, he turned away from me to place his clothes on the chair as I’d instructed. His ass was everything I’d dreamed of. Full, high, and muscular. I wanted to cheer for it, celebrate its perfection. I didn’t think karma owed me anything, in fact, I was pretty sure karma had a lot to fuck me over for, but I must have donesomethingright to stumble upon this beautiful man.

He walked to the bed, naked, his erect cock protruding from the thatch of dark hair. The muscles in his calves were high and bulging, like a dancer’s, in a way, and veins marbled the thick muscles of his thighs. While muscular, I also noted he was lean, maybe a little too lean. His head was down, the hair on top dipping into his eyes. He slid onto the bed on his stomach, his arms under the pillow, his head turned toward me as he settled on top.

His eyes didn’t leave me as I pulled my shirt down my arms and dropped it in the wicker hamper along the wall. I unbuttoned my pants to give my aching cock some room, then I walked to the side of the bed, staring down at Tav.

Those eyes were still on me. The wariness was gone, although he was nervous, the muscles in his back tense.

“Spread your legs more,” I said.

He shifted a fraction and spread them enough so I could see his balls resting on the white sheet. His muscular globes meant his cleft was so deep, I couldn’t quite see his hole.

I touched the top of his head, threading my fingers through his hair. I tugged a little, and he moaned, closing his eyes. They popped back open as soon as I let go, trailing my fingers down his neck, over his back, and then stopped when I reached the dip of his spine above his ass.

I waited, interested to see what he’d do, but he didn’t move, not a muscle, so I went lower, grabbing a cheek and squeezing before moving on to the other one. I took one cheek in each hand and rolled them, massaging. Tav’s feet twitched, but otherwise, he didn’t move.

“You have the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen, Tav.”

His shoulders bunched and then relaxed.

I stood up and walked to my nightstand, pulling open the bottom drawer and rummaging around. I dropped lube on the bed beside Tav’s head, then dug around until I found my favorite plug. It was clear glass, with a large knob and a flared base. It was large but not one of the largest I had. I placed it on the bed next to the lube, in Tav’s line of sight. His only response was a slight parting of his lips.

“I’m going to plug you, and then you’ll suck me.”

He didn’t respond, but his breath quickened. I could practically hear his heartbeat pound into the mattress.

“Say yes if that’s okay.”

“Yes,” he rasped, without hesitation. I ran a hand through his dark hair, watching as his eyelashes fluttered. “Good, Tav,” I whispered. A shudder vibrated his head under my hand. He liked that, a hand on his head, words of praise in his ear. He wasfucking perfect.

I walked to the edge of the bed and grabbed his ankles, separating his legs wider and then pushing so he bent his knees. His hole came into view now, a dark pucker behind his balls. I poured some lube on my hands and massaged the globes of his ass, every once in a while passing over the wrinkled entrance to his body. When his muscles were pliant beneath my hands, I concentrated on his hole, rubbing it, pressing lightly until the first ring of muscles gave way and my thumb popped inside.

He swore under his breath, an unintelligible curse, and shifted. I rubbed his side beneath his ribs, shushing him, and he settled like a saddled mustang.

I pulled my thumb out and began with one finger, pressing in and out, in and out, before slipping in two fingers. He was less tight now, loosening as I continued to work him slowly. I curved my fingers, searching for his prostate, the bundle of nerves that I knew would make him gasp.

He did more than gasp. His head reared back when I brushed it and then he slammed his head face-first into the pillow. He said a word into it, but I didn’t hear it, muffled against the fabric.

I slowly pulled my fingers out, lubed up the plug, and began to push it into his body. Tav tensed at first, seeming to reject the object that wasn’t my fingers, that wasn’t me, but I continued to rub his ribs, his back, whispering that he was good, that he was doing so well. When I had the plug inserted, so the base was snug against his skin, I tapped it, then stood back off the bed.

Tav’s huge body was stretched out on my bed. His head was turned now, watching me, eyes glazed, lips parted. His skin was flushed all over, a pretty pink, from the tips of his ears tohis heels. He was plugged and beautiful, and I was so hard, I wondered how I was going to last until I was inside of him.

I swallowed, needing to get myself under control. “I’ll be back in two minutes. While I’m gone, I want you to think about one thing you’d like me to do to you. When I’m back, you’ll tell me. Do you understand?”

He nodded. “Yes, Con.”

My name in his eager voice went right to my balls. “Good. Be back soon.”

And then I walked out of my bedroom, pressing on my painful erection.

“I want to be tied to the bed, so I can’t use my arms.”