All the usual disclaimers apply
MASTER AND SERVANT
by
Guardian
"Steve, I am really, really sorry."
It was about the fiftieth time that Jesse had apologised to his lover, but
he still didn't feel any better about it. He knew that Steve had been deeply
disappointed by his failure to turn up at a dinner held to commemorate the
promotion of one of his very best friends.
Jesse had, after all, promised to be there. To make matters worse, the reason
for his non-attendance was simply because he had been held up at work. As
excuses went, it was lousy and Jesse could tell, just from Steve's body
language, that the detective thought so too.
"I'll do anything to make it up to you," the young doctor wheedled.
"I mean it. Just say the word. Anything."
"Jess, just leave it." Steve tried and failed to keep the irritation
out of his voice. "You've said you're sorry and... Well, it's over
with now, so just forget it."
They were both sitting on Mark's big leather couch, but there was, to Jesse
at least, an uncomfortable distance between them.
Steve sat leaning forwards, with his forearms resting on his knees, and
deliberately avoided looking at his young lover. If he did, he knew he would
forgive him. And he wasn't quite ready to do that just yet.
"I can't forget it." Jesse protested. "Steve, please, let
me make it up to you. I swear, I'll do anything. Just tell me what you want."
At last, Steve turned to face the younger man and smiled at the sincere
pleading that was so obvious on his expressive face.
"What I want is for you not to have let me down." He looked at
Jesse seriously. "Simon was disappointed too, you know."
Jesse's gaze faltered and his guilt returned with a vengeance. Simon Ross,
now Commissioner Simon Ross, was one of the few people on the force who
knew about his and Steve's relationship. Not only did he know, he approved
of it whole-heartedly. Almost desperate to make amends, Jesse lifted his
eyes, looking at his lover through lowered lashes.
"You can punish me," he suggested, seductively.
"Jesse, don't."
Steve tried to keep his tone harsh, but already he was beginning to melt
at the look that the young doctor was aiming in his direction. It was hopeless.
No matter what, he just couldn't stay mad at Jesse. But nor was he prepared
to let him completely off the hook.
"Prove it to me," he stated, flatly.
"Prove what?" Jesse responded, perplexed.
"That you would do anything for me."
"But you have to tell me, or..."
"No, Jess, that would be way too easy. I could tell you to kiss me
senseless, or cook for a week and you would, but that doesn't matter. I
want you to show me just what you mean by 'anything'."
*****
Two days later, Steve had all but forgotten the challenge that he had
lain down before his lover. Their differences had been reconciled that very
same night and there was no longer any ill-feeling between them. Yes, Steve
had felt let down at the time - and badly let down - but it wasn't a reason
to jeopardise their relationship. So, he had accepted Jesse's numerous apologies
and let the matter rest.
Jesse, however, never forgot the promise that he'd made, that he would do
anything for Steve. Even though he had been well and truly forgiven,
he still felt a niggling sense of guilt for what he had done. And he was
determined that he would fulfill his promise.
It took a while, but he finally came up with a way to do just that. At the
same time, it would allow them both to indulge in a little fantasy, something
that they both had recently started to enjoy.
In spite of the warmth of his apartment, Jesse felt a shiver run up his
spine as he remembered the first time that they had tried out a little bondage.
Just thinking about that night made him hot. Which was all very well, considering
what he had in store for his lover later that evening.
The two of them often spent time at Jesse's apartment, even though the younger
man had all but moved into the beach house. Sometimes, they just wanted
somewhere they could go to be completely alone. And, at the apartment, they
didn't have to worry about disturbing Mark. It could be hard to face your
boss, or your dad, knowing that you'd kept him awake for half the night!
So Jesse had called Steve at work and had huskily invited him around to
his place when he finished, his tone leaving the detective in no doubt as
to what he had in mind. But what he didn't know was that Jesse had planned
an extra surprise, one that would show him, quite demonstrably, just what
he'd meant by 'anything'.
*****
Steve was smiling as he approached Jesse's apartment. His lover had cruelly
teased him over the phone, leaving nothing to his imagination. He'd still
had the whole afternoon to work through when he'd taken Jesse's call, but
it had been more than a few minutes before he'd been able to even get up
from his desk. Now he planned to make the young man pay for that. He, too,
knew how to tease.
Letting himself in the front door, Steve took his jacket off and hung it
up, mildly surprised that Jesse was nowhere in sight
"Jess?" he called, frowning slightly.
"Over here." The young man's voice came from the direction of
the couch. "Come and sit down."
Still puzzled, Steve did as he was directed. Then stopped, completely frozen
in his tracks, as he took in the sight of his lover, sprawled languorously
across the couch.
Jesse was wearing... Steve gulped hard, as his eyes travelled slowly down
Jesse's near naked form. Aside from what looked suspiciously like a loincloth,
the young doctor's only other attire were soft leather bands around his
wrists and ankles, shackled by slender but sturdy looking chains, a leather
collar around his neck. And a gold bracelet encircling his upper right bicep.
A slave bracelet.
"Jess..." Steve's voice sounded strangled to his own ears, as
his cock suddenly took on a life of its own at the exquisite sight.
"No." Jesse sat up and reaching for his lover, pulled him down
next to him. "No names, not tonight. Tonight I'm your slave. Yours
to command. Yours to tell me to do anything and I promise I will
obey."
"Oh, God..."
The way he was feeling, Steve doubted if he'd be able to even string a coherent
sentence together, much less start issuing orders.
*****
Steve couldn't quite believe what was happening. Now he remembered with
absolute clarity their conversation from two nights ago and was literally
dumbstruck by the ingenious method his lover had come up with, to prove
his willingness to do anything.
And he had to admit that the outfit was seriously hot. Jesse really had
gone to a lot of trouble to show his remorse and, judging by the tell-tale
bulge in the front of his skimpy loincloth, was thoroughly enjoying the
fantasy. Steve smiled to himself and silently vowed to play his part to
the full. If Jesse wanted to be dominated...
"It seems to me," he said, sitting down next to his lover and
leaning over him. "That this slave has no mark of ownership."
He used the chain that joined Jesse's wrists to pull the young man's arms
up over his head and keep them there. Then he swooped down and began working
on his neck with his mouth. Starting just below the leather collar, he bit
and sucked his way right down to his slender shoulder. His mouth working
expertly, he left a trail of bruises as he effectively marked Jesse as his
own.
The young man was writhing beneath him. Head thrown back and moaning softly,
he was completely lost in the sensations. Steve stopped what he was doing
and looked down at him. He smiled as blue eyes opened and looked at him
with disappointment.
"This can't be right," Steve said, his eyes twinkling. "The
slave shouldn't be having more fun than the master. And I also think that
I'd be a whole lot happier if I weren't wearing so many clothes."
Jesse returned his smile and sat up, then slid off the couch and dropped
to his knees at Steve's feet. He had allowed plenty of slack in the chains,
so that he would be able to serve his master's every whim and he slowly
began to undress his lover.
He started with his shoes, then stripped off his socks, allowing his fingers
to trail sensuously over the soles of the older man's feet. He didn't look
up at Steve, he didn't have to. He could tell by the way that his lover's
breathing became harsher and more rapid that his actions were having the
desired effect.
Next, he slid up Steve's legs until he was sitting, straddling his lap and
began to unfasten his shirt. One button at a time, allowing his hands to
slide under the material to stroke at his chest and tease at his nipples.
Steve's eyes were closed, but he had a look of absolute bliss on his face,
as Jesse continued to strip him.
Jesse shifted his weight, ever so slightly as he eased the shirt from Steve's
broad shoulders. His loincloth was open and his ass was naked against the
fabric of his lover's pants. The friction was sweet torture.
His hands dropped to the waistband of those pants and he opened the button,
then slid the zipper down with torturous slowness. Steve sighed and raised
his hips, his own erection straining.
Jesse used his whole body to remove the pants, sliding back down his lover's
legs and dragging the material with him. When they lay discarded on the
floor, he turned his attention to Steve's last remaining item of clothing.
Again, willing hips were raised, as Jesse peeled off his boxer shorts, freeing
his rampant cock, that was already weeping pre-cum.
Steve cracked his eyes open, as Jesse crawled back up him, stopping with
his head poised over his groin. He knew what the young man was about to
do and almost just lay back and let him. Then a sly smile quirked his lips
and he reached out and cupped Jesse's chin, making him look at him.
"You said anything?" he asked him softly, giving him the chance
to back out. But the answer was in Jesse's eyes, that were brimming over
with love, desire and absolute trust.
*****
Jesse's heart was hammering in his chest and he was so highly aroused
that he didn't know how he hadn't yet exploded. Steve hadn't even touched
him and he felt almost dizzy with desire.
Then Steve had got to his feet and led him over to the large mirror hung
on one wall. After stripping off his loincloth, the older man had told him
to place his hands on either side of the mirror, as far apart as his chains
would allow. Then he had told him to spread his legs, again using the slack
in the chains to the limit. Finally, he had issued one last order.
"Keep your eyes open."
Jesse stared at his own reflection, as Steve had left him standing there
alone. His eyes took in the marks on his neck, the soft leather collar and
the silver chain that was stretched taut in front of his chest. He hadn't
thought it possible that he could get any more aroused, but he had to bite
his lip at the fresh fire that burned through his loins.
Thankfully the mirror was only half-length and didn't allow him to see below
his waistline. He didn't need to see how heavily engorged his cock was at
that moment. The sight might just have driven him over the edge.
Then Steve was once again behind him. Jesse raised his eyes, to look at
his reflection and was rewarded by a warm smile.
"Remember," the older man muttered, huskily. "Don't close
your eyes, or I'll have to punish you."
Jesse nodded once, then swallowed convulsively as Steve's fingers brushed
against his ass. He could feel the slick, cool lubricant on them and tried
to brace his arms more firmly against the wall. Steve had never taken him
standing up before and he wondered if he was going to be able to manage
it.
Steve sensed his doubts. In fact, a small part of him shared them. He was
so much taller then his young lover, this might very well be too much for
him. But he had to try. It was something that he'd always longed to do,
but had never found the courage to suggest.
Jesse's promise to do anything had solved that dilemma and Steve
had wanted to try something different, to prove that he was taking the whole
thing seriously.
"If it gets too much, just say," Steve whispered. "We can
stop. I won't hurt you."
Jesse's eyes stared back at him in the mirror and Steve saw nothing but
undisguised, animalistic lust in them. He smiled, knowing that he had the
exact same look in his eyes.
His fingers quested at the young man's puckered opening and Steve kissed
the back of his neck as he gently penetrated him.
Jesse wanted to close his eyes, to throw his head back and just let the
sensations take over him. But he had been given a command and he had promised
to obey. He gasped as Steve's second finger entered him and began to move
with the other, stretching him, opening him, making him slick.
His eyes were wide, his pupils hugely dilated and a light sweat had broken
out on his entire body.
Then Steve lowered his head and Jesse watched as he began to kiss and bite
the top of his shoulder. He stiffened as a third finger was eased inside
him and he began to tremble.
The feeling of Steve's hand inside him was becoming too much. He was so
close to the edge. He wanted - needed - to cum.
"Sshh," Steve breathed, not stopping with his ministrations. His
tongue swept over the leather collar and began to tickle at the spot just
below Jesse's ear, forcing a moan from the younger man.
Steve gently removed his fingers, then positioned the head of his cock at
the opening. Jesse gasped as he felt the pressure. His knees felt weak and
he thought that he was bound to collapse, as Steve slid more of his huge
member into him. Then a strong arm slipped around his waist, supporting
him and he cried out as he was impaled.
The older man continued easing his way into his lover, until he was fully
buried to the hilt, his balls rubbing against Jesse's ass. Then their gazes
locked in the mirror. Steve slowly withdrew almost completely, before pushing
himself deeply back inside the hot, tight channel. He kept his movements
deliberately slow, relishing the way that Jesse tried to push back against
him, the growing need in his eyes, as Steve easily followed his movements.
Still not breaking their gaze, Steve gently nibbled on the younger man's
ear, his hips still moving rhythmically and agonisingly slowly.
Jesse bit his lip, his trembling increasing. His aching need was driving
him insane, but he was completely helpless. He couldn't remove his hands
from the wall, knowing that he would collapse if he tried. And Steve showed
no inclination to help him.
Just when he thought that the torture couldn't get any worse, any sweeter,
his experienced lover shifted slightly, changing his angle and - with a
sudden fast surge of his hips - rammed his cock against Jesse's prostate.
The younger man cried out, he couldn't help it. When Steve thrust into him
again, it felt as though all the blood in his entire body rushed straight
to his groin, to heighten his torturous desire.
"Please..." he managed to gasp out and he hardly recognised his
own voice.
Steve's tightened his grip around his lover's waist, his eyes never leaving
his expressive face. And he responded to his growing, desperate need. With
his free hand, he ghosted his fingers up the length of Jesse's shaft and
the young man shivered. He rubbed his thumb over the bulbous head, timing
the movement with his own cock's contact to his prostate. Jesse's eyes glazed
over briefly and his breath hitched in his throat.
Knowing that his lover couldn't possibly hold out for much longer, he increased
the speed of his thrusts and his hand began to move in rhythm to his hips.
He saw by the way that Jesse's eyes widened that his orgasm was imminent.
As Jesse screamed, his hot seed gushing out over Steve's hand in endless
waves, he felt rectal muscles tighten over his cock and - with one final,
glorious thrust - gave way to his own explosive release.
Jesse instinctively threw his head back as he came, but he kept his promise
and never once closed his eyes. The look of complete and sheer ecstasy,
on his own face, was something to behold.
Steve sagged against him, kissing his neck and murmuring words of love,
as he gently withdrew. Then the older man looked up and their eyes, once
again, met in the mirror.
"Christ, that was..." Steve gasped.
Jesse merely nodded, still unable to find his voice. A fine tremor still
ran through his limbs, in the aftermath of their love-making. Steve stared
at him, at the collar around his neck, the hands still braced against the
wall, the chains that still bound him. And he felt his desire stir anew.
He put his lips very close to his lover's ear.
"Anything?" he whispered softly.
Jesse stared back at him, a gentle smile playing about his lips. Although
sated, passion still smouldered in his blue eyes.
"Anything."
Steve slipped a strong arm around his shoulders, then bent down and scooped
up his legs.
"What..?" the young man wondered, as he lay quiescent in his lover's
arms.
Steve silenced him with a kiss and carried him towards the bedroom.
THE END.