Author: Pita Patter
Title: Restless
Category: Romance, PWP
Ratings: NC-17
Summary: Ray gets a bit restless about their lovemaking. And so does Benny.
Disclaimer: These characters are so loved by the fans but are so very owned by
Alliance, yada yada. Big sigh.
Note: A few special DS guests appear on the story. Dedicated to my very dear
Auntie Alice Cooper, who inspired this.
Warnings:
Some sap, some b/d, but nothing heavy or painful - on my word as a
transvestite. :-)
"Don't wanna be clean
Don't wanna be nice,
The whip's gonna crack
My leather is black
and so are my eyes."
Lock me Up, by Alice Cooper
"Are
you telling me you are not satisfied with that six-foot totally gorgeous hunk
of a Mountie?"
Ray
Vecchio glared the man beside him at the bar with barely contained impatience
"That's not what I said. Willya pay attention?"
"All
right, then. Let's hear it again. From the top. What did Fraser do?"
"Nothing.
I mean, he's nice, he's so damned cute." Vecchio looked despondently
inside his beer. "I shouldn’t be complaining. I don't know what I am
complaining about. I’m not even sure I am complaining at all."
Stan
Kowalski shrugged. "But you are complaining. And you asked me out
with you because you wanted to tell me about it. Now spill."
"I
called you because you know Benny, so you can see what I mean." A soft
whine came from his side, and Ray felt Dief's nose on his lap. "See, the
mutt knows it, too."
Kowalski
shook his head. "Don’t you think you’d better just talk to him about
it?"
"Just
talk to him? It's Benny we're talking about, remember? He wouldn't have a clue
what I'm saying. Or maybe he has, because I can feel that he is getting all
weird on me sometimes."
"Weird?
With Fraser, how can you tell?"
"You
know what I'm saying. I mean, he's... nervous somehow. I don't know. But I do
know what he'll do if I talk to him. He’d just say yes to whatever I ask him."
"That
he would do." The blond detective looked around. "Is he coming here?"
"Should
arrive at any minute, now. He wouldn't let me pick him up because he said he
had things to take care first. I think he wants to surprise me."
"See,
he takes initiative sometimes. I still don't know what’s eating you."
"You
don’t understand it, either."
"I
will if you tell me what you're feeling."
"I
can't seem to find the words." Vecchio snorted. "Imagine that? An
Italian without words."
"So,
what's your beef, man? I'm just trying to understand, you know."
"I
think what I'm saying is – and don't get me wrong – I am a man and Benny
is a man. He is nice and polite, and mindful, and sometimes I wish he could
act more like... like..."
"A
man?"
"Yes."
But he corrected. "Not that he's a girl, mind you."
"No,
of course not. I think I understand what you mean. You want him to be more
aggressive, is that right?"
Vecchio
took another sip of his bear and nodded. Kowalski continued, "In the
shack, you mean?"
"Don't
you think you're being too nosy?"
"Hey,
you're the one asking for advice on girls!"
"Benny
is no girl. I don't want him to be a girl."
"You
know what I meant." Kowalski looked over Ray's shoulder and said, "Fraser
is no girl, but I suddenly got the urge to get myself one. *That*
one, to be exact." He made a gesture with his head towards the front door.
"Do you mind?"
"What?"
Ray turned around to see a tall and very legged woman with shoulder-length red
hair with their back to them, hanging her coat on the rack the front door. The
Italian detective noticed that Kowalski was not the only one to observe the
lady's arrival. Almost every head in the room was turned to look at the beauty
who had just walked in.
Ray
smiled and told Kowalski, "No, I don’t mind you taking a chance with
that lady. But be careful: I heard redheads are dangerous types."
"I
think I can take care of myself." He winked. "And her."
"Now
*that* I'd like to see."
Ray
watched as Kowalski approached the lady. With a satisfied smile, he had to
admit: that redhead was a sight to see, with the beautiful smile, the
twinkling eyes, the elegant dress giving perfect view to the nicely shaped
legs.
Sooner
than Ray thought, the beautiful redhead with sparkling eyes came to his table,
a stunned Kowalski in tow. Ray's smile grew even wider. He stood up to greet
the lady properly.
"Hello,
Ray." The voice was a purr.
"Good
evening, Ms. Fraser." Ray pulled a chair. "Would you give us the
honour of join us this evening?"
Ms.
Fraser graciously sat down and accepted Ray's help to put the chair in place.
"I most certainly will, thank you." He bent to kiss her cheek and
she put his chin between two of her delicate fingers. "What a gentleman
you are."
Kowalski
was still gaping at the classy and elegant lady. Ray ignored him, and
seductively addressed Ms. Fraser as he sat down. "I'm glad you are here,
tonight. It's such a surprise."
"Actually,
it was supposed to be a surprise. I was surprised myself to find Detective
Kowalski, and he was nice enough to escort me to my table." Ms. Fraser
turned to the dumbstruck detective. "He is such a sweet man."
"Yes,
yes, a jolly good fellow." Ray smiled politely, then added, firmly.
"Too bad he was already leaving. Isn't it right, Kowalski?"
The
blond detective seemed to finally come out of his trance and say, his eyes
still locked on Ms. Fraser. "Yes, sure. It's just... Well, I mean, holy
guacamole, man!"
Ray
hardened his voice, "Kowalski, will you stop staring at my date? I might
get jealous, here."
Demurely,
Ms. Fraser said, "Ray, please."
"Sorry,
Vecchio, that's not what I meant, but... Well. You have to admit, man, reading
a report is one thing, but seeing... Seeing is believing."
Ray
snorted. "Famous last words. Now beat it."
He
stood up, and Ms. Fraser cocked the pretty red head towards him. "Nice to
see you, detective."
"Yes,
sure, Fraser... I mean, Ms. Fraser." Confused, Kowalski figured he'd
better split before Vecchio decided to go postal on him for hitting on his...
er, date.
The
couple watched as the detective left the bar, then Ms. Fraser shook her head
in a tsk-tsk manner. "Did you really have to do that?"
"Sorry,
honey. I just couldn't resist." He put his hand over hers. "You
wanna drink something?"
Ms.
Fraser lowered her eyes in a sensuous way and used her thumb to massage Ray's
palms while her pantyhose-covered foot searched for his thigh under the table.
"Don't you think we'd be more comfortable drinking at home... just the
two of us?"
Ray
wasn't expecting that, and almost yelped at the touch on his leg. Ms. Fraser
smiled wickedly. Dief whined.
"I'm
going to pay the tab."
***
The
groping game went on all the way back home, and it seriously jeopardised Ray's
driving. The Italian wondered how they made it in one piece with all the
handling, the touching, and the fondling. After they parked the Riv, Ms.
Fraser had to put her purse in front of her lap on the way to the apartment to
hide the huge erection. When the door closed, Dief dashed to the couch,
knowing his packmates would tumble to the bedroom, leaving their clothes on
the way.
Dief
was wrong.
"No,
Benny, wait." Ray pulled back, and Ms. Fraser looked at him, puzzled.
"I said it once, and I will repeat it, Benny: I don't want you to be a
girl."
"You
don't?"
"I
don't want to take Ms. Fraser to bed with me. If I wanted a girl, I would have
picked one up at a bar."
"Well,
we've come from a bar." Ms. Fraser tried to joke. Then he added, more
seriously, almost hurt. "But I thought you had liked the surprise..."
"I
loved the surprise and I can't wait to have you in my bed, but not as a girl,
OK? Why don't you strip for me?" Ray pulled him close and began to shower
sensuous kisses on his neck. "Yes... tease me taking off your clothes...
Be a bad girl first... And I'll be a bad boy later... What do you say? Heeeey!"
Ray
was picked up, thrown across Ms. Fraser's shoulders and carried to the bedroom
before he had a chance to protest. When he finally got his bearings back, he
realised he'd been dumped in the bed, and Ms. Fraser was looming over him,
already unbuttoning her blouse, purring. "So you like to watch,
Ray?"
Ray's
voice failed, as he just nodded and more skin was shown to him.
"Watch
this."
Ms.
Fraser backed a bit to give her audience full view, and Ray sat, feeling his
heart pounding heavier and quicker inside his ribcage. His breathing rate had
changed, his brain functions were seriously altered, blood circulating towards
only one direction.
Each
piece of clothing was taken off with so much sensuality that Ray could've
sworn Fraser had been taking lesson with a professional stripper. He wriggled,
he twirled, he bent, he moaned, he pouted. He even threw some of the clothes
at Ray. Slowly, Benny began to emerge from the remains of Ms. Fraser.
"Can
I..." Ray had to clear his throat - twice - before he could ask, "Can
I make a request?"
Half-Ms.
Fraser made her bra-clad chest touch his chest and whispered, "Of course."
"Would
you please leave the eyeliner on?" Ray suddenly blushed. "I... kinda
like it."
"Don't
I look like a girl with it?"
"You
look... hot. And sexy."
The
still Ms. Fraser laughed huskily, as sensuously as Ray thought possible. God,
was he hard just to think of how his Benny would look?
Jewellery
and make-up came off just before the grand finale: the wig. Naked, sweating, a
faint trace of perfume still on his skin, Fraser straddled Ray forcefully,
using one hand to lift his lover’s head and the other hand to slowly pull
the wig and then hurl the red-haired devil across the room.
"And
now, Ray, have I been a bad girl?"
Oh,
what a picture. Benny was worthy of a frame. Hair tousled, a faint trace of
perfume, sheen of sweat on the rosy body, the black kohl bringing out the blue
of his beautiful eyes, making him a depraved angel displayed on Ray's lap,
offering himself to Ray's most secret and twisted appetites.
"You
were such a bad girl." Ray roamed his hands over Benny's beautiful body,
his erection beginning to ache inside his clothes. "Would you like me to
be a bad boy?"
Benny
grinned in a debauched way. "I would like that very much, please."
He leaned to suck on the elegant, delicious neck. "Let me give you some
incentive."
Ray
got rid of his clothes presto, and in just a wink of the eye, he was not only
naked, but also propped under quite a number of pillows, having Benny's head
between his legs, receiving the blowjob of his dreams. Benny engulfed Ray's
shaft slowly, savouring it until his chin met the delicate sac. Ray tried not
to move his hips up, but the warm and wet heaven was driving him mad. He was
too excited to last long.
Benny
let go Ray's erection to lap thoroughly the twin spheres, then suck on them
gently, lovingly. He raised his eyes and met Ray's, gold with lust, bright
with love. Ray saw his lover's features were so loving and trusting that he
felt his heart ache. Besides, the eyeliner made Benny look wild, wanton. The
Italian couldn't help to miss a heartbeat.
Once
more, Benny closed his lips over Ray's purple cock head, using one of his
hands to squeeze the base of the shaft. Ray moaned loudly, throwing his head
back, feeling the glorious end near. Benny also felt that, and began attacking
on two fronts. He began to suck on the engorged erection and his finger probed
Ray's tight opening, followed by a second one. The Italian thought he was in a
strange place in heaven, where delicious torture could be applied.
Too
soon, Ray felt the fog in his brain starting to cloud everything else, and the
blood pooling in his groin. His body took a mind of his own, and he writhed in
pure pleasure, small cries of delight escaping from his lips as his head moved
from side to side, his hips bucking in a crescendo.
It
could not last long, and Ray's whole body went stiff as he came, with a long
cry, spilling his seed inside his lover's hot mouth. Benny milked him
thoroughly, then cleaned the sensitive, spent penis and balls before kissing
them tenderly. After that, Benny took Ray is his arms until he could breath
normally again. The Italian felt really cared for. "Hm, Benny, you're the
best."
"I
love you, Ray."
"I
love you, too, Benny." Ray felt the physical evidence of Benny's love
poking him in the thigh. The Italian pulled his lover's body closer to his and
purred directly in his ear. "I promised you I'd be a bad boy and you didn't
let me. May I have another go at it?"
"Of
course you can, Ray." Benny's voice wavered as Ray's tongue began to lick
and nibble on his ear. "You can do whatever you want."
Ray
felt his own groin stirring at the closeness of Benny's quivering body in his
arms. "Hm, delicious, as always."
Ray
kissed his way down Benny's neck to the firm chest and then licked the pale
nipples, already hard even before his tongue turned them into firm nubs. Benny
moaned and groaned, his breath catching, Ray growing more and more excited.
The
familiar path of Benny's flat stomach to his lower belly brought long, deep
shudders to the Canadian. His hips began to move forward as Ray licked and
tasted the sweaty skin just above the sweet patch of dark curls.
"Ray,
please..."
"I'm
gonna take care of you, baby." Ray licked the shaft like a lollipop, and
Benny yelped. "Yes, just like that, sweetie."
"No,
Ray... In me..." Benny was almost babbling with desire. "Take me,
Ray... Take me now, please..."
Ray
gasped and sat up quickly, as Benny rolled in one motion, sticking his ass in
the air, offering himself to Ray as he had wanted to do since he left the
Consulate. "Now, Ray...! Now!"
There
was such urgency in his tone that Ray's cock twitched from sheer desire. He
scrambled to his knees and pulled Benny by his hips towards his groin.
"Oh, Benny, I love you so much..."
"Please,
baby, please... Ray, I want you now!"
"Coming,
Benny love, coming". Ray had to control himself not to plunge in, or he
could hurt his Benny. Ray stretched to grab the lube in the drawer of the
nightstand.
In
quick movements, for Benny was wiggling almost frantically his derriere, Ray
prepared them both. The view was so tantalising that Ray had a difficult time
concentrating on the lubing activity as that succulent treat was waved in
front of him.
"Ray,
please. Please, Ray, I need you now." Benny seemed quite distressful.
Ray
positioned himself and soothed him, "I'm here, Benny love, I'm right here."
He guided his cock to Benny's entrance and slid in gently, making both of them
groan loudly in pure satisfaction. Slowly, they began to move, heightening
their pleasure. Ray leaned forward and grabbed Benny's throbbing erection is
his hand. Benny gasped then let small cries of pleasure signal his passion.
Ray's
attentions on Benny's both ends spiralled the Canadian towards an early climax.
As Benny's body went rigid, his ass muscles clenched tightly around Ray,
making the Italian see stars pin wheeling him to his second orgasm. They held
closely to each other as waves and waves of pleasure raked their bodies.
Together, as one, they shared the aftermath of their lovemaking and fell into
a fitful sleep.
***
"Good
morning, Ray."
"Good
morning, Benny." Ray served him of hot eggs. "I was about to wake
you up, or you were gonna be late to work. I was surprised, because you are
never late."
"Yes,
I am a little surprised myself. Diefenbaker is usually alert for such
occasions."
Dief
cast a glance from his seat in the couch, but did not deem necessary to raise
his head for that. Benny shook his head and decided not to pursue the matter.
Ray
was smiling. "I'm glad. You've been so uneasy lately. I was beginning to
worry about you."
Benny
sighed. "Actually, Ray, there's something I wanted to..." He stopped,
shook his head, then dismissed it with a gesture. "No, never mind. It's
not important. There's no need to worry you about it."
Alarmed,
Ray stopped with the domestic function and quietly sat by his lover's side.
Benny was not the man to say things like that, and if he felt it was worthy of
mention, then it must be something big. But as much as Ray didn't want to
ignore it, he was afraid to scare Benny away if he made a big deal out of it.
"Benny, of course it's important. What is it? Do you have a problem? You
can talk to me, you know you can."
"It's
nothing big." Benny didn't meet Ray's eyes. And he blushed, as usual.
"I’m
just saying that you can talk to me, Benny. You know, whenever you want. It's
just best to talk before it turns into a big thing, that's all." Ray
smiled and tapped Benny's arm. "I trust you to know when it's the right
time." He was all smiles, but inside he wanted to pluck the truck out of
Benny using long pincers. Ray turned back to the coffee-making to stress that
Benny was free to change the subject, if he wanted.
"Ray,
did you like to go out with Ms. Fraser last night?"
"Oh,
yes, I did very much." Ray grinned evilly. "She brought my Benny
home. Gotta love the girl."
Benny
seemed even more sheepish. "Ray, am I boring in bed?"
Good
thing the coffee was not ready, otherwise Ray certainly would have sprayed it
all over the kitchen. "Of course not, Benny. What made you say something
like that?"
"Did
you like that I was a... 'bad girl' last night?"
"Oh
yeah, Benny. That was really a good scene. I enjoyed the way you made me sit
and watch. I really didn't know I'd like that so much. Thanks for that."
He grinned. "Among other things."
Benny
blushed, thinking about the other things. But he asked, "So, you don't
mind that I do... different things?"
"Of
course not, Benny." Ray passed Benny a cup of tea. "Variety in
lovemaking is healthy, if both partners are consenting adults. I am all for
diversity."
"So,
if I wanted to make you a surprise, would you agree with that?"
Ray
poured himself a cup of coffee and grinned, sitting down. "Another date
with Mrs. Fraser? I don't know. I have a lover who might get jealous to see me
with a woman."
Benny
didn't share the laugh. "No, I am talking about something really, really...
different."
Putting
the cup of coffee aside, Ray took Benny's hands between his and said solemnly.
"Benny, I love you. Sex is only one way to express this. And I’m
willing to try anything you want to try, because I know you'd never hurt me. I
trust you on this."
Grey
eyes suddenly turned violently blue in anticipation, and Benny's face lit up
as if he was six years old. "Does that mean I can do it?"
"Of
course, Benny." Ray leaned to brush his lips on Benny's. "I love you,
you silly Mountie."
***
A week
later, Ray had told Benny he'd be home in half an hour at the most. Three
hours later, Ray opened the door of the apartment feeling not half as cheerful
as he'd been back then. At least he was not as cranky as he thought he would
be. And the perp had been caught, and that meant a point to the good guys.
Some you win, some you lose.
"Benny,
I'm home."
"Oh,
hello, Ray. I was afraid you'd be out all night." He kissed his lover and
smiled. "Hungry?"
"Starved.
You cooked?"
Benny
nodded. "Baked potatoes, salmon fillets. Not much."
"It
smells delicious, Benny." Ray smiled at him, beaming in an evil way.
"Your cooking is improving. I'm so proud."
The
Canadian blushed at the teasing. "I'm glad you liked it. Why don't you
wash up while I set the table?"
Minutes
later, they were eating in peaceful silence, making small talk over the last
minute case that had Ray arriving late. Benny's eyes smiled at Ray, and the
Italian thought they were especially bright that night. He was touched, and he
was reminded of how lucky he was to have such a wonderful man.
"Benny,
this was delicious. And perfect. Now all I want is to go to bed and sleep
until high noon tomorrow. I'm totally beat."
"Oh,
no, Ray." Benny began taking the plates from the table. "Please,
don't. I have a surprise tonight."
"Sorry,
Benny. I'm very tired. Tomorrow we both have the day off. Now be a nice
Canadian and let me get some rest, OK?"
Ray
got up from the table without a second thought and suddenly felt his arm
grabbed by a vicelike grip, one that threatened to cut the blood circulation.
"No,
Ray. I don't want to be nice." The voice was low and calm, and determined.
"For once, I want to follow my cravings and I’d appreciate it if you
put my desires first this time. I don't want to be unpleasant and I’d never
do anything to harm you, Ray, so I'd like your cooperation. Will I have your
cooperation, Ray?"
As
soon as Benny started talking, Ray felt a mix of emotions hitting him all at
once, almost detaching him from that time and that place. He was flooded by
shock, fear, surprise, excitement, joy. His groin also jumped at so many
sensations, and he hardened almost instantly. He felt the strength of Ben's
handgrip, savoured the hunger in his voice, and scented the determination
through the breath that reached him. Ray didn't dare to turn around and face
Ben as he was surprised at the display of his lover's iron will.
Deep
inside, Ray realised that this was exactly what he had been secretly wanting
without even being able to articulate it. That was what he was complaining
about to Kowalski and couldn't find words: a more assertive Benny. No, not
Benny. Now he was Ben. And Ray could do little besides cooperating with Ben.
The
Italian closed his eyes and swallowed to assuage his dry throat, trying to
find his voice back, until he could answer. "Yes. I’ll cooperate."
There
was silence for a minute.
"Good."
Ray jumped at the husky voice, whispered right in his ear. The once intense
grip turned into a gentle caress to his arm. "Wait for me in the bedroom
while I finish here." A kiss was gently bestowed in the neck, making Ray
shudder, spreading goosebumps on his flesh. "Don't turn on the light."
Ray
didn't need to turn to know that Ben had gone to take care of the dishes. He
let out a breath he never felt holding and tried to get to the bedroom without
letting on how wobbly his legs were.
Dief
went to his spot, at the foot of the bed, but Ray told him that he couldn't
stay here, for that night, they were doing things nice wolvies shouldn't see.
Dief was surprised, because he couldn't smell any perfume like the days when
the other packmate dressed as female. Anyway, he left the bedroom. Dief had
learned to take those warnings very seriously. His packmates could get a
bit... carried away about their always strange mating rituals.
Ray
sat on the dark bedroom, trying to calm himself down and not let his
imagination run too wildly. What could Ben's surprise be? And could he be able
to keep his groin still until he found out?
A few
minutes later, Ben stepped inside the bedroom slowly, solemnly. Ray was
sitting down on the bed, expectantly looking at him, nervous like a cadet
before inspection. Ben took his time to ask, very seriously, "Ray, if I
made a few requests to our lovemaking and none of them would hurt you, of
course, would you comply?" Ben came closer, and an aura of command
emanated from him. "Or would I have to turn them into orders?"
Ray
gasped. "I-I'll comply."
Ben
took Ray's face between his hands and assaulted his mouth hungrily for several
minutes, kissing him in a feral, demanding way. He took possession of his
lover's mouth, exploring it thoroughly, claiming it as his. Ray accepted the
possessive touch and leaned in to the imperious kiss, offering himself,
feeling himself wanted and needed.
Suddenly,
Ben parted from Ray. "Take off your clothes and wait for me in bed. I won't
be gone for long."
As Ben
retreated into the closet, Ray struggled to recover his breath again. He still
had a hard time believing in everything that was happening. It all seemed so
new, so refreshing, he thought as he unbuttoned his shirt. Then he took the
rest of his clothes off, folded them neatly and put them away on a pile by the
bed.
When
Ben came back in the bedroom, he made an appearance that made Ray gasp and
took his erection a step harder. The Canadian had a long whip in one hand and
a small bag in the other, a black leather mask and a leather vest tied with
chains. He approached the bed slowly, mysteriously, and suddenly, he cracked
the whip once. Ray jumped, but didn't say a word. Behind the mask, Ben smiled.
Ray felt a blend of fear and arousal. Where was his Benny and who was this
strange Ben that excited him so much?
"I
want you to choose of safe word. That will be the word you'll use to stop this.
You can use it any time and everything will stop immediately, no questions
asked, no resentments, and no hard feelings. I won't do anything you're not
comfortable with."
This
is getting serious, thought Ray. "Benny, I don't want to choose a word.
It won't be necessary."
"I
won't go on until you do, Ray. It's important and necessary. After you choose
that word, you won't be allowed to speak. I'll allow you to nod yes and to
shake your head no, but you can't say a word, expect that one safe word. Now
please choose it."
Ray
thought it thoroughly. Ben looked as if he was in no rush, even though his
cock said a different message. Finally, the cop said, "Jukebox".
Ben
nodded silently. Suddenly, he cracked the whip for the second time, and Ray
jumped once more. Ben sneered and ordered, "Flat on your back."
Ray
couldn't help but tremble a bit as he obeyed, and Ben put the bag by the end
of the bed and opened it. Ray saw him take out leather restraints and fasten
them to the bed frame. He hooked Ray up in them.
First
Ben put a pillow under Ray's head and made sure he was comfortable, then
hooked his left wrist up in the restraint and adjusted it until it was snug.
Next came his right wrist.
For
the ankles, though, he used a sort of stick with shackles that kept Ray's
ankles quite apart. They were not attached to the bed, but that hardly
mattered, for Ray couldn't move them much, except upwards. All the time, Ben's
gentle hands caressed him as he tied his lover, and Ray was getting harder by
the second. It was a matter of minutes until Ray was tied spread-eagle on the
bed, with his erection sticking out proudly out from his groin, pre-cum
leaking furiously from the purple swollen head.
Ray
could actually feel his cock throb, when he felt the first cuff attached to
his wrist. He didn't even know how much it would turn him on, or how much he
wanted that, until that moment. If someone had told him he could get this
excited from Benny tying him up, he'd have laughed - or decked the man. Now,
though, his mind was fogged with desire, in such a way that he couldn't
remember ever feeling before.
Climbing
up on the bed between Ray's tied up legs, Ben bent and brought his mouth down
on his smooth flat belly, sensing the muscles beneath it contract. Ray was too
excited, and Ben knew it wouldn't be good if he didn't come soon. So he lay on
top of his lover and kissed his long neck, then licked it up until he reached
his ear, then whispered sexily, "I've been wanting this for so long, Ray.
I don't want to be nice to you. I want to have your body, and use it. I want
to explore it. I want to do what I want to it, and there is nothing you can do
about it. But I can see you like it as much as I do. Am I right, Ray?"
Ray
nodded. *I am doomed.*
"Good."
Ben licked more of the ear, nibbling on the lobe, and gently blew on it. Ray
moaned, shuddering. His hands roamed on the slightly furred chest and Ray
tried to squirm. Ben's hands slid downward, straight to his navel, passed the
soft bush of curls and made Ray's breath itch as he took his erection on his
hand. "Oh, yes, Ray, I'd say you more than like it." Ben gave a
sudden, hard stroke, and Ray keeled. Two more decisive strokes, then a dive to
engulf his cock in his mouth, and Ray wailed as he came like a volcano. Ben
didn't drink his lover's seed, though, allowing the long and powerful spurts
spew out and land on Ray's stomach. When the last of Ray's tremors subsided,
Ben gave him a long, deep and passionate kiss and rose from the bed.
Ray
lay panting, still trying to recover from the kiss and from the orgasm, which
both were deep and shattering. Not only that: he was still half-hard when his
lungs finally started to function properly again.
A
noise made him turn his head and see Ben come back from the bathroom, now
without the mask, bringing a washcloth hanging from one arm and two bowls -
one filled with water and the other overflowing with objects. He sat down on
the bed and dipped the tip of the washcloth in the bowl of water and began to
gently clean Ray. The water was very warm, almost hot. "I've wanted to do
this for a long time, Ray."
Intrigued,
Ray saw Benny take out his shaving kit from the other bowl. He gasped, and
tried not to panic. But when he noticed his cock rising to a full hard-on, he
realised it wasn't panic: it was arousal. "Oh, I see you liked the idea,
Ray," said Ben, with a sly grin. "I am glad you are having as much
fun as I am."
Ray
threw his head back and closed his eyes. If just the idea was turning him on
this much, it was better that he didn’t see Ben doing it. He would shake and
jeopardise the whole operation. So he just closed his eyes and tried to think
of something else: the Riv's suspension, for instance.
Ben
thoroughly applied the shaving cream to Ray's whole groin. Next, he took out
the razorblade and carefully began shaving his pubic hair. Ray could feel his
great skill and attention as he also paid attention to his balls, lifting up
his legs and moving his cock to a better access and less chance of a very,
very painful and regretful mishap.
When
he was done, he used the pillows to help Ray raise up a bit. "Look, Ray.
I want you to see how you look now."
There
was no way to describe Ray's reaction at his first sight of his now smooth
groin. He was nearing 40 years old, but his groin looked like he was 15 again.
Instinctively, he moved his hand to touch it, but it was tied, and he
whimpered. Ben tsked, "Such an eager boy. Unfortunately, I am not nice
tonight, or else I would let you touch it. Now, however, I won’t even let
you see it anymore." Ray looked at him and saw that he was holding a
blindfold. "I want you just to feel it."
His
sight was taken from him, and the sensations just grew in intensity. When Ben
once more lay on top of him, their groins came together, and Ray couldn't help
letting out a small cry of pleasure. His cock was sensitive from his previous
orgasm and the touch from Ben's cock and pubic hair seemed to increased
tenfold in his shaved groin. Ben began to gently move his hips and Ray hissed.
Ben stepped up the rhythm, bringing Ray to new levels of excitement. But that
night Ben didn't care so he kept on increasing the tempo, and Ray came again,
thrashing against his bonds.
Before
he came, Ben stepped back and raised Ray's legs as he reached out for the tube
of lubricant inside the bowl of many treasures. He quickly prepared them both
and rammed inside his lover, almost howling in the process, as Ray crossed his
eyes, unable to believe the extraordinary night he was having. Ben was so
excited of having turned on Ray so much that he bucked his hips just a few
times and soon he was filling Ray with his seed. Unbelievably the Italian was
feeling his insides stirring again.
That
night Ben wasn't nice. He licked Ray's neck, sucked his nipples, got him hard
again, then fucked him once more, slowly and leisurely. Feeling his prostate
being merciless hit, Ray came once more, and spilling his milk all over his
hairless groin. Ben licked it all, thoroughly sliding his rough tongue over
the sensitive skin, torturing Ray, who groaned and thrashed in his bonds.
Getting
further down, Ben took Ray's spent cock in his mouth and gently engulfed it,
taking care of producing excess of saliva as not to harm the precious organ.
He began to suck it was if it was a caress, the hands playing with the drained
balls between his legs. Ray felt as if he had run a marathon but his body was
telling him they hadn't crossed the finish line yet.
Ben
quickly turned around and continued to pay oral attention to Ray, who
understood the message and craned his neck to take Ben's cock in his mouth and
suck it the best way he could. Both men enjoyed the 69 position and tried to
do the best they could, despite the awkward arrangements. Ray's fingers flexed
in reflex, as he wanted to take Ben's beautiful buns and squeeze them
thoroughly as he sucked the beautiful erection throbbing halfway down his
throat. Ben's leather vest's chains sometimes got tangled in Ray's cuffs, but
at that time he couldn't care less. He was feeling the glorious end near, and
he wasn't in the mood to care.
Both
men's moan rose in volume and pitch as they reached their climaxes almost at
the same time. Ray convulsed violently still with Ben's cock in his mouth and
Ben screamed around Ray's erection, increasing his lover's pleasure. The
Canadian collapsed on the top of the bonded Italian, and they took a few
minutes to recover from their post-orgasmic exhaustion, their bodies cooling
together. Ben set Ray free from the cuffs and shackles, then pulled the covers
on them. They wrapped their arms around each other, in silence, hearing each
other's hearts. Ray couldn’t remember ever feeling so sated in his whole
life.
"Wow."
"Indeed."
"Benny,
I..." Ray didn't know quite how to say it. "Thank you, Benny."
"I.
I love you so much, Ray." The embrace got tighter. "You are so
precious to me."
"So
are you to me, Benny. After tonight, you are even more."
"I
thought that was my line." Benny sounded very serious, and Ray knew there
was more coming, so he kept quiet. "You recognised that I was asking what
I needed and you complied. Even though you're usually on the other end, you
complied. Ray, you're too good to be true."
Ray
looked at Benny, and realised he was blushing furiously. "And you're also
precious, Benny. Because you touched something in me that I couldn't quite put
my finger on. I knew something was bothering me, but I didn't know what. And
you found it for me. I've always been lucky to have you. Now I've just become
luckier."
Benny
raised his head and looked straight inside Ray's eyes, finding the light
inside them even brighter. "Will you let me keep you, Ray? I need to do
that forever."
"I'll
chain myself to you if you don't. I love you, Benny. Very few things in this
life matter to me, and not one of them matter as much as you. Don't you ever
doubt it."
"I
don't, Ray."
"Good.
And now are you back to being a nice Canadian again?"
"Yes,
my Ray, why?"
"Because
if you don't let me sleep right now, there'll be hell to pay." The
long-limbed Italian wrapped arms and legs around his lover and snuggled to
sleep. "And don't even think that I won't keep you forever. Ever again.
Do you understand?"
"Yes,
Ray."
"Nice
boy. Now say good night, Benny."
"Good
night, Benny", said Benny.
Ray
laughed quietly. "Yes, love, good night."
The
End
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