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Superstar
by Vamphile
For Paddies
Chapter Sixteen
Both Brian and Justin were oddly nervous about returning to the loft, although for different reasons.
They drove back from the airport in almost complete silence. Justin fidgeting with his backpack zipper incessantly until Brian finally put his hand atop the smaller one to stop its constant movement. They still said nothing.
They said nothing in the elevator. They said nothing as Brian unlocked the door. They said nothing as each of them grabbed a beer from the fridge. Justin sat down in front of the television, randomly flipping channels. Brian sat in front of the computer checking his email and basically avoiding Justin.
His brain was spinning. What the fuck did I agree to? Have I gone insane? This place is barely big enough for me…well, it’s fine for me, but I’ve never lived with anyone, not full time, there’s no way this is going to work.
And then his brain would switch gears as he considered the options.
He can’t get his own place. I want him here. He won’t be safe out there. He could go back to his parents if he gets too scared, or end up in trouble again, he has to stay here. I want him here.
Brian did his best to ignore how many times the little “I want him here” statement came up as his thoughts circled.
Justin was doing his best not to cry. He didn’t want to be so grateful to be back. He didn’t want to be so fucking dependant on anyone. He’d dreamed of going away to college for years. Getting away from his family and being who he wanted to be, not what they wanted him to be. And here he was, sitting on a stranger’s sofa, watching a strangers TV and blissfully grateful that he didn’t have to go out and figure out who he wanted to be for a little while longer. He loved Brian. He tried desperately to push that to the back of his mind. To stop thinking it every time he glanced over at the man but it didn’t work. The problem was, he knew what would happen if he admitted his love. Brian would laugh.
Brian would give him one of those patented “we’re not really anything to each other” sentences and walk away. Then he WOULD cry. Justin tried to focus on something, the television, the fear of starting school soon, the pain in his ankle, anything other than how happy he was to be here and how miserable it was to love someone you lived with and still feel lonely. He wiped the tear quickly.
Brian looked up and caught the action.
“You okay? Your ankle hurting again?”
Justin nodded, happy to have a reasonable excuse for the tear.
Brian unzipped the side pocket of Justin's duffle bag and removed a couple of the pills, handing them to him. Justin was about to take them when Brian’s hand wrapped around his wrist.
“Not with beer.”
Justin lowered the bottle and Brian brought him water. “Safer.”
“Thanks.”
“You should probably be back on crutches for a little while.”
“The doctor said I didn’t need them anymore.”
“The doctor hasn’t seen the new damage.”
Justin sighed. “I’ll use the crutches for the next couple of days if you promise we don’t have to go back and see that asshole.”
“Three days, and if it gets worse, you’re going anyway.”
“I don’t want to…”
“You’re going anyway.”
“Fine.”
“Good, see, it’s easy to settle these arguments.”
“It’s not settled I just gave in.”
Brian smiled, “that’s the way I like things settled.”
“Pfft. You just like to be bossy. I think you’re secretly a leather daddy.”
“You do huh?”
“Yeah, you’re very dominant.”
“Only with twinks with no common sense.”
“Would you stop saying that? I have common sense.”
Brian nodded. “Good, prove it.”
“How?”
“Go a week without requiring my leather daddy tendencies.”
“But what if I like your leather daddy tendencies?”
”Then just ask for them, don’t get yourself hurt just to see them.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay. I’m asking.”
“You want to see them right now?”
Justin smiled; it was a small flirtatious grin. He stood up, kissing Brian on the shoulder as he did his best to limp sexily. He cast a glance over his shoulder. “You coming?”
“Stop.”
Justin looked surprised. “What?”
“If I’m in charge…you don’t just get to wander off into the bedroom alone.”
“Oh, sorry.”
Brian shook his head. “Sorry’s not gonna do it this time.”
Justin felt the butterflies in his stomach. “What will?”
Brian walked past him and sat on the bed. He crooked a finger motioning for Justin to come closer.
Justin took a step forward hesitating slightly. “Brian I…”
“Shhhh now’s not the time for you to talk.”
Justin was hard now, and lowered his eyes trying to stay in the moment.
“Good boy, now come here.”
Justin walked further toward Brian until one of Brian's knees was between his.
Brian watched the boy carefully. He’d started this and he was pretty sure he knew why. He wanted to be punished. He wanted to know how angry Brian was. He wanted to feel this. Brian shifted a little as his jeans became tighter around his erection. He wanted to show the kid how angry he was, how scared he’d been. How much he cared.
“Get your clothes off” Brian whispered into his ear as his hands pushed Justin back a few inches.
Justin complied.
“Good, now get on the bed, hands and knees.”
Justin whimpered but said nothing. He crawled onto the bed and felt Brian pull him backwards towards the edge of the mattress.
Justin spread his legs but Brian pushed them back together. “Not 'til I tell you to.”
Justin understood the rules, he said nothing, and he tried not to make a noise. He wanted to show Brian that he was sorry, that he’d be good from now on. He wanted to prove he could be good.
Brian scratched lightly down Justin’s back making the boy arch, his ass pushing out further. “That’s the way I like you” Brian said and Justin’s ass rose even higher.
He took off his belt and threw it in front of Justin’s head on the bed. The boy could see nothing else as his eyes focused on the thick black leather. “I’m going to use that on you today.”
Justin said nothing.
“You want me to don’t you?”
Justin nodded.
“What?”
“Yes.” Justin said.
Brian smiled. “Tell me how much.”
“A lot, I want you to use your belt on me. I need you to…”
“Enough” Brian’s voice was forceful now. He pushed the cold lube against Justin’s hole and pushed his fingers in. He felt the wet hot warmth as Justin squeezed against his fingers. He pushed in a third and felt him spread his legs. “Back together.”
Justin whimpered but complied.
Brian continued to fuck him with one hand, his other sliding gently across the boy’s hard cock. “You’re dripping.”
Justin said nothing.
“You deserve this punishment you know.”
Justin nodded.
“Tell me.”
“I deserve to be punished.”
Brian pulled the belt back and Justin's eyes again locked on it, watching it move slowly across the dark duvet. “Raise your head up Justin.”
He did.
“Keep it up, don’t look down.”
“I’ll try.”
The first blow came. “You will.”
Justin's head dropped and Brian repeated the stroke “you will.”
Justin lifted his head again, trying to keep his head up. His arms were shaking and the wide strap came down again and again on the same sensitive spot where his ass met his legs. He tried to move, to make it hit another spot but no matter what he did the belt was accurate.
The blows stopped after a minute. Justin was crying silently. Brian pushed his hand against his shoulder blades. “Head down now.”
The duvet soaked up most of the tears but Brian's thumb rubbed down one cheek collecting a few. He pushed the pad of his thumb into Justin's mouth and the boy sucked. “You’re doing well. Keep your head down.”
Justin nodded against the soft feel of the comforter as Brian moved back, his hands caressing Justin's back and punished ass before he stood back completely and brought the blows down again, harder this time.
Justin had thought he wanted this. Knew he wanted this. Still wanted this, if he was honest with himself, but the pain was unbearable. Each time the belt came down he cried out, which seemed to only spur Brian on, making the blows come faster and harder. He was crying harder now, begging Brian to stop, but even as he did he pushed his ass out further, presenting himself for the punishment.
“Spread your legs wide now Justin.”
He did, his knees spreading apart as his face turned bright red with shame.
“So hot, so good.” Brian said as Justin moved his knees closer to his arms.
The first blow came to his inner thigh and his legs closed automatically in protection.
“Open them for me Justin.”
He didn’t want to. It hurt too much. “I can tie them open, would you like that?”
Justin shook his head and moved his knees apart again. His brain was on overload. He should want them to be tied, to be forced, then it wouldn’t be such a submission but he realized, as his body moved almost against his will that he wanted to submit, to show Brian that he would. To prove himself. He spread them as wide as they would go.
“Good boy.” Brian said and Justin felt a swell of pride at the words.
Brian's hands rubbed gently between his thighs, stroking at Justin's leaking cock, fondling his balls. “I want you to come while I’m punishing you.”
Justin nodded.
Brian started again wrapping the belt around his hand several times so that the strap was short, which gave him more control. He whipped hard between Justin's thighs, watching the pale sensitive skin turn bright red. Watching thin welts rise where the edges caught the skin. He watched fascinated as the tip caught his balls. Justin jerked back and then pushed himself apart further, as if begging silently for more.
Brian didn’t stop, the belt coming down against his ass, his thighs, his legs. Eventually he stopped “pull them apart for me.”
Justin had been moaning, begging, pleading for the last few minutes and when the blows stopped he had trouble processing what Brian had said. When he finally did he shook his head quickly against the bed. “Brian no.”
“What did you just say?” Brian emphasized the question with a snap of the belt against Justin's ass.
Justin realized that he had no choice, not if he wanted to comply; he moved his hands back spreading his ass cheeks apart.
“That’s my good boy.”
Again his chest swelled with pride while his brain screamed at the humiliation of holding himself apart for such treatment.
Brian wielded the belt with a deadly accuracy and Justin jumped each time the tip of the belt landed hard against his wet and tender hole. He would do anything to make it stop now but Brian wasn’t ready.
He watched the boy jump at each connection and did it again, making sure he’d remember the punishment that came with running away. Making sure he understood that he deserved this. Making sure that he would feel this for a while.
He finally stopped. Stopped all of it. “You haven’t come.”
Justin moved his hand towards his cock, ready to stroke himself to orgasm, wanting to do it quickly so that Brian wouldn’t continue the blows against his ass, the burning pain, the amazing heat, all combined to make him want to come but he’d been to scared.
“No.” Justin’s hand moved quickly off of himself before he even registered the command. “Roll over.”
Justin did. Brian positioned him his knees spread, his feet planted on the bed. When Justin realized what he had in mind he gave a look of panic. But when his eyes met Brian's he exhaled and calmed a little. Brian wasn’t mad. He was turned on. Justin moved his knees a little further apart.
“Brian please.”
“Please what?’
“Please…”
“Do you want me to stop?”
Justin shook his head. “Please more.” He said. His body and mind all in agreement for once, he wanted to come.
Brian brought the belt down on his thighs, against his dick, a little more lightly against his balls. “Come for me Justin.” And Justin arched his back, pushing his body towards the blows and came, his face red from shame, his body shuddering at the release.
When he was done he almost collapsed, his entire body feeling the effects. Brian dragged the belt across his belly and brought it to Justin's lips where he licked at it, tasting himself and the leather. “Kiss it.” Brian commanded.
He did, his humiliation complete. His heart full.
Brian quickly divested himself of his own clothes and lay back on the bed. Pulling Justin to him he quickly put on a condom. “I want to fuck you.”
Justin moaned moving himself down Brian's body ready to impale himself on the man. He held his hard member straight up and lowered himself onto it. As it hit his hole he felt the sting and burn. The punishment Brian had lavished onto his tender flesh was evident in each movement he made. He moved slowly.
“Sore?”
Justin nodded.
“I like you when you’re sore like this. Red and sore and punished.”
“I like it too.” Justin said, his head thrown back, the burn, the pain, and all part of the euphoria as he lowered himself fully onto Brian.
Justin rode him hard, and Brian placed his hands on Justin's waist, holding him still as he bucked up and slammed into him hard and punishing. “You’re ass is so hot. I should always fuck you when your ass is burning from a good spanking.” Justin moaned letting Brian's words wash over him as he became hard again.
Brian came quickly, having held off thus far. Justin came soon after him shooting against the both of them.
Eventually Justin's lay against Brian crying into his shoulder and feeling his strong arms wrapped around him. Listening to his soft soothing words.
A few hours later they both awoke and showered.
“You were a good boy.” He said as he shampooed the blonde’s hair.
Justin ducked his head and smiled.
When they finished showering Justin was about to put on his clothes when Brian pulled him forward. “We’re not done yet.”
“Brian I don’t think…”
But Justin was bent over Brian's lap.
Justin’s mind raced, he didn’t know if he could take another spanking so quickly but then he felt the cold of the lube against his asshole. He moaned as Brian used his fingers expertly, tapping against his prostate until he was moaning and finally came. Then he felt something cold enter him. It was wide. Justin whimpered and gasped as Brian twisted it a bit and pushed it further in. “You’ll wear that today.” He said as Justin felt it settle his small ring of muscle holding it in place.
Justin stood up and nodded, putting on his clothes. Each time he sat he was reminded of his punishment, of Brian’s presence and of how much he wanted Brian inside him at that very moment.
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