"You know what they say," Benedict whispered provocatively in his ear. "Show. Don't tell."

With those daring words, Xavier flipped him over and stretched out against the length of his body, his penis resting between the tops of Benedict’s thighs. Taking hold of his wrists and crossing them, Xavier stretched Benedict’s arms above his head towards the top of the bed. Shackles appeared on his wrists and a chain materialized, attaching itself to the wall.

"I'm sure you won't mind a little 'bonding', now will you," he asked in a mischievous tone. Nibbling from the back of Benedict’s neck and down the valley of his spine Xavier reached his tight firm buttocks. Gently the cheeks were parted and he entered Benedict. Slowly at first and then increasing the depth and force with each thrust.

Oh, this is certainly well earned. Benedict purred to Xavier like an indolent lion as he was stretched out and made his. Unlike their encounter a few weeks ago, Benedict was quite responsive to Xavier’s every touch and lay like an exiled god there on the bed, his to be conquered and tamed.

The thrusts came harder and deeper with each stroke until Xavier couldn't go any deeper, pounding forcefully into him, sweating like a racehorse. The release was quick but not easy. As a parting gesture a warm fiery flash was also released into Ben. The ring Ben had placed around Xavier’s genitals was left in Ben, leaving him open.

Xavier sat back, relieved to have that thing off, and watched Ben's posterior in fascination as tiny streams of light came pouring out of the opening. The minute sounds of pick axes and whistling could be faintly heard. Suddenly rail track was seen making its way from the opening and little gerbils wearing miner's helmets were pushing along a coal car and dumping its contents onto the bed, whistling 'Hiho, hiho, it's off to work we go.' Xavier rolled off the bed and onto the floor laughing hysterically.

Laying there in pure pleasure, it took Ben a moment to realize what had occurred. Then suddenly he roared and tried to bolt off the bed, close his legs, do anything except lay there.

"XAVIER IF YOU WANT TO LIVE TO SEE ANOTHER SUNRISE...!"

Ben's frantic scream only renewed Xavier’s laughter to the point of tears. He lay on the floor holding his sides, gasping for breath. As he began to once more gain control of himself he stood and moved back onto the bed.

"Just lay still, Ben," he coughed. "I can’t do anything with you fussing about." He started to chuckle again at the sight of another gerbil tossing out a dead bird and then return to work in the mines.

"Sorry guys, time to go," he said to the little miners. Carefully Xavier placed a finger so that the ring was easily removed. A warm flood once again went through Ben, leaving him as he was before. The shackles and chain were also gone. Xavier sat back Indian style and twirled the ring on his index finger before holding it out to him.

"I do believe this is yours. A little souvenir," he smirked.

He is so lucky that I love him. Benedict’s rather dry sense of humor wouldn’t allow this experience to strike him as funny. He whipped around and snatched the ring out of Xavier’s hand, giving him a death glare. Ben’s expression was torn between mortification and outrage.

"WHAT WAS THAT?"

"Retribution." Xavier snickered before leaning forward to give him a deep sensuous kiss.

Benedict huffed. It took a lot of kissing to get him calmed down, but finally he started to melt, dragging Xavier back to bed.