Author: Jas Masson
Title: Trick or Treat
Rating: NC17 for EXPLICIT (oh yes indeed-y, I really
mean it) slash and erotic, *non discipline* spanking.
Dedication: This is for Lorelei (thanks), for
reminding me we *should* do something for hallowe'en;
think of all the free candy it gave us as kids. Happy
Hallowe'en. Agonized long and hard over the title,
obviously <g>.***
His limbs shift restlessly in the light of the
candles, the low light even more muted as it shines
dimly through crooked jack o'lantern faces. His
smooth skin is covered in a thin sheen of sweat and
glows golden. He is almost other-wordly himself in
his beauty. His eyes are riveted on what I hold in my
hand. I tease him by turning slightly and obscuring
his view as I throw. His breathing becomes more
labored. I meet his eyes with and evil grin."Trick or treat?" I ask, wickedly, as I know the
answer and he doesn't.I count a beat of five looking in his liquid eyes as
he silently beseeches me and then move slightly so he
can see the dice. The even numbers are covered with a
sticker saying 'treat', the odds with 'trick'. The
dice has been rolled a dozen times tonight, with
roughly even results. And this time? Trick.He groans as I pick up the leather paddle, but his
cock does not protest. I approach the bed, drinking
in the sight of his flushed, naked body, his hands
tied above his head as he lays on the bed, his legs
not tied but parted at my instructions, his cock
straining dark and desperate from his body. I haven't
touched it, even for his 'treats', except when I tied
it with the thin leather strap. I turn him over as I
sit on the bed and pull him so he lays over my lap.
His bottom is already rosy and I rub the hot, smooth
flesh teasingly. He shivers and rubs his pulsing cock
against meI crack the leather down hard on his buttocks and he
jumps, hissing at the sting. It does not deter me and
I spank his hot, bare bottom over until it is red and
squirming. He groans desperately writhing, trying to
get more friction against his straining cock as I
spank his defenseless, bare bottom. He yelps as I
pepper the sensitive flesh at the tops of his thighs
and moans, wriggling beautifully over my lap.His breathing begins to change and his writhing
becomes more frantic as he gets close to coming. But
he has to wait for a treat. I stop, ignoring his howl
of disappointment as I turn him around, equally
ignoring the hiss as his throbbing ass makes contact
with the bed. His cock is an angry red, straining,
jerking under my gaze. Unable to stop myself I run my
finger over the sensitive head. He arches off the
bed, "Walter" he groans, and his voice dark and
desperate, thick with need sends thrills through me."Not yet, Little Fox." I ignore his groaned protest
and pick up the dice again."Trick or Treat...?" Treat.
He looks hopefully at me, thrusting his desperate cock
up for my attention. I'm tempted, but have something
else in mind. I move onto the bed and lie down next
to him. I cup his neck and smile at his wary look. I
tilt back his head and brush my other hand through his
soft, thick damp hair. His lips part dreamily as I
run my fingers through it caressing his scalp, and I
take my opportunity to kiss him gently on his soft,
flushed, full lips.My kiss is soft, but deep, and his mouth opens beneath
mine, so sweet and soft and yielding that I groan
unexpectedly against his mouth. I can taste every
good thing in the world in his mouth, and I can taste
his love in his kiss. Deep, hot, wet kisses that
reach inside me and grip my heart firmly, almost
painfully. I break away, breathless, and am achingly
hard. His cock is still desperately hard but some of
the edge of desperation has gone from his eyes, as I
have satisfied one of his deep needs.I break away from him with reluctance and throw the
dice again. "Trick or Treat?" Trick.I grin evilly and move between his parted legs. I run
my tongue over the head of his cock, he groans again.
I lick and nibble gently at his cock, massaging his
balls with careful, teasing fingers.He writhes and squirms as I tease him relentlessly,
enjoying the desperate sounds issuing from his throat,
but I don't take pity on him until he begs."Please Walter, please Sir, now, now, please"
I engulf his erection in my mouth, sucking, and thrust
one finger into his hot body, already slick and
stretched from a 'treat'. He howls and bucks into my
mouth desperately seeking release, but the leather
strap prevents it.I keep my mouth on him, but stop sucking, keeping him
from thrusting with an iron grip on his hips. I reach
for the dice, grinning around him, at his expression
of horror."No Sir, please, no more, now please," he sobs,
futilely attempting to come in my cruel mouth.I throw the dice and glance at it as it falls on the
floor. Without further preamble, I shift up ignoring
his howl of protest and spread his thighs further
apart and push his legs up. My cock is slick from his
mouth and my need and I thrust into his hot tight
body, my groan drowned out by his scream of
pleasure/pain. He moves instantly, desperately trying
to get more as I thrust into him.I cover his mouth with mine and this time taste his
desperation as he sucks, needy, at my lips and tongue.
I reach down between us and release his cock from
it's restraints. I swallow up his scream of
completion, and the frantic clenching of his muscles
pulls me with him.***
I release him gently from his bonds, and tuck him
insensate into bed, the soft purr of satisfaction
barely audible as he wraps himself around me.I'll have to remember to pick up the dice tomorrow. I
glance over to where it landed under the bedside
cabinet. I wonder if it said trick or treat. But
really, what difference would it have made?***
Finis
