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She found him through an online community; she was looking for someone to beat up her boyfriend, consensually.
They’d been exploring their sexual dynamic for a couple of years, and she described herself as a ‘bossy bottom’ while he topped in service to her.
“He wants to be fucked?” Flint had asked her, getting the idea that her boyfriend was dissatisfied with their arrangement. “Peg him,” he advised.
“His fantasies are more complicated than that,” she had replied.
“Fantasies don’t always need to become realities.” Flint was a straightforward man. He typically denied people what they thought they wanted until he was certain they’d convinced themselves.
“Look, we’ve tried it. I’m incapable of the level of— conflict he wants.”
“Why are you the one approaching me?”
She sighed over the phone. “Because he would never do this for himself.”
Flint was struck by her sincerity. Her boyfriend was damn lucky. “Is he able to perform with you?”
“Yes.”
“What does he positively respond to?”
“Commands and praise.” She spoke like she was confident in her assessment. They’d probably talked about it at length, and Flint was becoming more comfortable with the proposition.
“I take it he doesn’t want more of the same from me.”
“He wants to be dominated, physically. Maybe humiliated?”
The uncertainty made him lift an eyebrow. “Put him in touch with me,” he said curtly. “I won’t trust second-hand information.”
An entire month went by without a follow-up, and Flint forgot about the girl and her boyfriend until he received an alert through his kink app.
He checked the picture first because he was as shallow as any other person, and was pleased with the curly-headed man in the photo. The fact that he’d posted his face instead of his naked chest was enough to compel Flint’s curiosity.
“My name is Silver,” his message read, “My girlfriend contacted you several weeks ago. Her name is Madi. Is that familiar to you?”
Flint glanced up at his crew then turned, striding to his truck for privacy.
“Yes,” he wrote back.
“I can tell you what I want if you’re still interested.”
“Tell me, and I’ll let you know if I am or not.” Flint sent the message, tucked his phone away, and returned to the job site.
It turned out that Silver wanted to fight, be overcome, and submit to a hard fuck. Consensually.
Flint was interested, indeed, but he let the guy simmer for a while. It was possible, now that he’d written it all out, that his fantasy should remain so. Flint gave him a few days to think it over.
“If you’re looking for an ass-kicking, I’ll give it to you,” he finally replied.
“When can you come?”
Silver’s answer popped up in less than five minutes, and Flint felt this lip curl into a small smile. He was going to fuck this kid up.
*****
In person, Silver was gorgeous: blue eyes, dark hair, stubbled jaw, small but muscular.
The scene began at the door, so Flint didn’t ogle the man and couldn’t even get a good look until he had him pinned to the wall.
Their first time, Flint left Silver unsatisfied just to fuck with his head, but Madi messaged him the next day.
“He’s bruised.”
“So am I. He liked it.”
“How can you tell? You didn’t even touch him.”
“Those bruises are proof that I did.”
“You didn’t let him come .”
“His message said ‘fuck me selfishly’. I can send it to you.” Flint had a hard time thinking of an act more selfish than using someone and leaving them wanting. “If he has a complaint, he can speak to me directly.”
“He never complains,” she replied. There was some history to that statement, Flint could feel it.
“I bet I can teach him to speak up for himself.” Flint’s mind was already preparing for their next encounter.
******
His second time with Silver was a real brawl. Flint got him hot enough to talk back, even if it was under his breath.
“You’re going to put up an actual fight this time?” he taunted Silver after taking a glancing blow on his jaw. “Make me exert myself tonight?”
Silver didn’t wait to be approached, he squared up with Flint and swung again, but Flint rushed him, and they sprawled onto the couch.
“Are you really worth all this fuss?” Flint spat.
“Must be,” Silver whispered back as Flint felt a hand groping his erection through his jeans.
Flint stood, pulling his conquest up with him. “No,” he shook his head in disgust, “You’re just something to stick my dick in.”
And once he did that, Flint finished him with a half-hearted handjob.
*****
Their third meeting was the first time that Silver tried to kiss him. Flint couldn’t allow that within the context, but damn, if he didn’t think about it later when he was alone.
*****
“Fuck you!” Silver yelled their fourth time together. “Don’t fucking touch me!”
Flint calmly watched Silver tremble with anger against the headboard as he stripped off his jacket and shirt. He’d pushed him far enough with his words, now it was time for action.
John’s submission was currently the most satisfying fifteen minutes of Flint’s life every week. He rolled and moaned underneath him, done fighting and just begging with his body.
Flint was dizzy with want as he looked down over Silver’s prone body and bound hands.
Then he wrenched open his legs and found the plug base there. Flint’s stomach flipped.
Silver’s eyes were shut tight; his mouth was open. He was such a pretty fucking picture.
And Flint could not help but imagine him upon the pillows of his bed, easing the plug into himself and dressing again just before the knock on his front door.
Flint considered just fucking him with the plug. Twisting and pumping that slim little thing would be less selfish than what Flint usually inflicted upon Silver, but the kid deserved something for his initiative.
Flint undressed fully for the first time and slicked himself, then yanked the plug out with a generous flick of his wrist.
“You’ve finally learned that I don’t like to wait, hmm?”
Silver was a rag doll that turned easily onto his stomach. With his arms above his head, the length of his back stretched away from Flint, all smooth undulations of muscle. His ass was two handfuls that Flint enjoyed prying apart and sinking into.
“As unsatisfactory as I find you, you’re mine. This is mine.” He swiveled his hips, hitting the spot that made Silver moan.
“I’m yours,” Silver agreed, voice muffled and broken.
Holy fuck, that sounded good. Flint rode him and came inside him and flipped him onto his back. Silver’s cock sprung dark and wet against his belly and his curls shivered over his face as he panted. His lips were wet and pink, but instead of kissing them, Flint allowed himself to reach out and gingerly tuck his hair back. He wanted Silver to watch what came next.
Flint upturned the bottle of lube so that it dribbled in a mess over Silver’s petty prick. Silver’s eyes were drinking him in, and when Flint sat on his cock, Silver threw his head back, crying out a prolonged “fuck!” and bucking wildly.
Flint left him satisfied, bruised, naked, and asking, “I’m yours?”
*****
Flint didn’t know how long he could endure this arrangement. He traded messages with Madi nearly everyday, becoming something of a mentor to her. It was natural that they spoke very often about Silver, his desires, and how to meet them, but Silver wasn’t Flint’s despite the script they played out when they fucked. And Flint was bothered by that.
Madi went on a spree and stocked up on gear. Her enthusiasm was endearing; he couldn’t say no to her when she asked him to engage with Silver a fifth time.
He outlined her responsibility in the scene. He knew, of course, what to expect when he entered the apartment— he’d fucking asked her to leave Silver on his knees to wait, but she’d taken the liberty of wrapping him like a gift.
Jesus Christ , he thought. Then he’d said it aloud.
The discomfort Silver was feeling was evident to Flint. Everything about the encounter was different than previous ones, and starting nearly naked was the least of it.
Silver had a safe word, and Flint didn’t leave until he’d given him an opportunity to use it. He almost felt bad, watching the tension leave Silver at the count of twenty, knowing he was preparing another hit.
“Fucking sunset !” he’d yelled raggedly from his hunched position on the carpet of his bedroom floor. Flint stood back and sighed with relief.
Silver was shaking and sweaty and blissfully unaware of Flint as he unbound him and massaged him. Flint didn’t allow himself a kiss, though he wanted to smooth back the hair from his wet face and pull him into his lap until he came to.
Silver called after him as he trudged down the hall to the door, but he didn’t allow that to sway him either. Silver wasn’t really his.