....Match!!

by Michiru

"You learn quickly," Scott smiled in appreciation at how quickly Lance had bent

to his mercy.

This is so not happening, Lance thought, wishing that it was so. What is Kitty

going to say? Not that she's going to find out!

"What would Kitty say if she knew, hm?" Scott chuckled. "Would she go out

with you still? Do you like Kitty, Lance?"

"Yes, Master," Lance moaned.

"Why?"

"Because she's a nice, sweet girl. She's pretty, and she seems to like me, too."

"But you're such a bad boy," Scott murmured, beginning to tease one of Lance's

nipples. They were little rock hard nubs of flesh at this point, and Scott lightly flicked his thumb back and forth over one. Lance shuddered slightly at the touch.

"Yes, Master. I'm a bad boy," he murmured.

"You've been nothing but a thorn in my side since you came to Bayville."

"I'm sorry, Master," Lance said softly, a catch in his tone.

Scott grabbed the nipple and viciously twisted it. Lance cried out, tears springing

to his eyes, feeling humiliated by how his body reacted to the savage action.

"Boy, you're a passionate little one," Scott laughed. "Look at this! You just

came about 2 minutes ago, and you're already getting aroused again!" Scott slapped at the growing erection that betrayed Lance.

"Please, Master!" Lance begged, "Let me go, please!"

"But you don't want me to let you go," Scott grinned.

"Oh, Master," Lance whimpered.

"But to continue fun, we'll go inside," Scott added, getting up. He pulled Lance

roughly to his feet, and gave his ass another swat. He picked up his clothes, and with his other hand he grabbed hold of Lance's erection and began pulling him into the house.

Lance stumbled along, trying to keep up, for every time that he lagged, Scott gave

his member a hard tug, and it hurt.

Without thinking too much about it, Lance found himself slowing anyway, that

painful tug becoming a torrid need.

"Come on," Scott yanked again, enjoying the yelp of pain, and in fact, enjoying

the entire incident so far.

"I'm coming, Master, please!" Lance plead.

"Please what? Stop, or do it more?" Scott chuckled.

Lance stayed silent.

"Boy, this place is a dump," Scott remarked as they went inside the Brotherhood

house. "Where do you sleep?"

"Upstairs," Lance said, feeling mildly defensive at Scott's words. They did the

best they could! He gasped as Scott started up the stairs, the lift on his 'leash', combined with Scott taking the stairs quickly causing a mix of pleasure-pain that made tears spring to his eyes.

Scott stopped on the landing, deciding suddenly that Lance was firmly in control.

He leaned over and took the ties off his arms.

Lance looked at him questioningly.

"Don't try to get away, or I'll whip you with the belt again. Or even worse, I

won't," Scott gave him a knowing look, causing Lance to flush in shame.

Oh, man, I like this, he thought in abject shame. I like this, and I want him to hurt

me and use me and abuse me, and he knows I want it!

"Down on your knees," Scott ordered.

Lance took a deep breath and went on all fours.

Scott started back upstairs, and Lance began to follow, on his hands and knees.

The floor hurt his knees, and he felt overly exposed as he scrambled after his master.

"Which one is your room?" Scott asked.

Lance crawled over to an ajar door, and pushed it open with his head. He stayed

there waiting for Scott to go in first.

Walking in, Scott turned on the light, and looked at the rather pitiful surroundings.

But the main thing was the bed in the corner of the room.

"At least here you can yell and scream as loud as possible," Scott told Lance

cheerfully. "On the bed."

"Yes, Master," Lance hurried to comply to the order. He felt a sharp smack to his

butt as he crawled up, and found himself leaning into it. Hearing a chuckle, he was gratified when Scott acceded to Lance's unspoken plea, and began to spank him again, pulling him into his lap.

After several good, hard blows, Scott gently rubbed Lance's butt, admiring the

perfect form of it, the feeling of the silken skin, the olive tone reddened to the colour of crimson red. Lance moaned beneath him at the caress, his body quivering in reaction. He had heard of masochism before, but had never witnessed it, let alone ever thought Lance would be one! And the same was true about sadism. And to think he was getting a great thrill out of it. Or perhaps he was thinking of dominance and submission. Whatever, he was having the time of his life.

He squeezed one of Lance's buttocks, wondering if he could get away with the

one thing that was starting to burn in his mind. He had Lance unbound, and the other boy was more than willing to do anything with him. He asked to be let go, but followed him eagerly went he was untied.

With an almost feral smile, he put his fingers in his mouth, wetting them with his

saliva. He then reached down, and using one hand to spread Lance's cheeks, he slid a wetted finger inside him.

Lance felt the penetration of Scott's fingers, and the rush of pleasure went through

his body like a shot. Moaning loudly, his bottom moved upwards trying to get Scott deeper inside him. "Oh, damn," he moaned, almost crying.

"Now I know what to give you," Scott murmured, and pulled his fingers from

Lance's body.

At the sudden disappearance, Lance made a keening noise in his throat, his hips

jerking, yearning for Scott.

Scott pushed him face first onto the bed, then spat on his hand. He rubbed this on

himself, deciding that Lance didn't need too much in the way of lubricant, he'd probably be happier with less than more.

He went up behind Lance, then pulled his hips up, so his weight was balanced on

his forearms, his forehead on the bed itself.

An arm around his hips, Scott drove his aching member into Lance's hot, tight

virgin sheathe, burying himself within its hot depths.

Lance cried out loudly, the fire of being ripped open by Scott's questing sex

obliterating all else. He felt Scott begin to move inside him without gentleness, the thickness spreading him open wide, the length delving deep inside, where it suddenly touched something, causing a wicked pleasure to course through him, searing his senses with mind-numbing rapture.

The tightness, the heat, the way Lance began to rock back against him, grunting

and moaning, transported Scott. He had never felt such ecstasy. He began to push his way deeper into Lance's ass, creating a rhythm of thrusts.

Pounding against him, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, the climax began to build,

until it crashed though him, eliciting a shout as he spilled himself within Lance's body.

Lance came a moment later, his scream loud, and shaking. He clenched his

muscles around Scott, spasms racking his entire body. Finally, he collapsed, breathing hard, sobbing in reaction.

Scott carefully got up, and stretched, his own body a bit quivery. That had been

too awesome for words!

Well, I guess that's it," he told Lance, pulling on his jeans.

"That's... it? Master?" Lance tried to sit up in a bit of panic. "You're leaving?!

After all this?!" Lance was horrified to find himself wailing, but not being able to help it.

"After all this? Lance, this was supposedly punishment for being such a naughty

boy," Scott stared.

"If I'm bad again, will you come back?" Lance begged. "Please, you can't do t

his to me and then just leave me."

"Yes, I can," Scott shrugged.

"Damn you," Lance screamed at him, tears beginning to flow. "You can't!

You've just screwed me up royally, Summers! How in hell can I ever go back to before? You're supposed to be one of the good guys!"

"You certainly seemed to think I was good," Scott chuckled.

"Damn it, please," Lance scrambled toward him. "Please! Beat me, hit me, hurt

me, rape me do what you want, just do it!"

"If I was going to be truly sadistic, I would say no, and let you suffer," Scott said,

looking serious. "But as it is now, it would be cruel to me. So, I won't give you a promise, but you never know," Scott smiled, finger under Lance's chin. He leaned down and kissed Lance's mouth roughly. Lance responded avidly, grateful for any kind of commitment, even if it was a wispy maybe.

"Gotta get going," Scott pulled back. He pulled the bracelet off Lance's arm, and

walked out.

Lance hid his face in the pillow and wailed.

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Scott walked into the mansion, finding himself wondering when he could have at

Lance again. It had been a very satisfying day, and awesome sex as well.

He found himself hoping that Lance hadn't learned his lesson, and would need

another 'talking to'.

Whistling, he headed up the stairs knowing that he'd be going back, again and

again and again....

The end.
Kinda...