Title: Explore
Author: phobosgirl (phobosgirl@hotmail.com)
Date: 1/28/05
Rating: NC-17
Authors notes: This has been beta’d to death by my dear friends and relentless cheerleaders, vedaprophet and plumsuede. Thank you ladies, without your encouragement, I’d never have taken this on! Feedback is more than welcome and can be sent to phobosgirl@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. None of this is real nor should any implication be made based on this manuscript that I have any insider info on either of these two fine men.
Warnings: Bondage/Domination/Submission/Discipline, Gale/Randy RPS
Complete: no


Explore

A shudder started in him below his calves. It swept up his body, covering his flesh in goosebumps. When it reached his upper torso, it forced a long, low groan from his chest and when the shudder finally came to rest somewhere around his forehead, the hair on the back of his neck was standing straight up.

A tiny voice inside him that still retained it’s logic told him that he’d been broken, but against all of his better judgment and a lifetime spent deflecting the control others wanted to exert over him, Gale welcomed it. Whatever was coming through that open door in his psyche couldn’t be stopped now. Gale thought it felt a lot like the sun shining on him.

Randy was still talking to him in that intense, gravelly voice, driving him with every word deeper into the unexplored recesses of an urgent need he couldn’t have named. Gale refocused his attention on that voice- it was setting him free and he would not go back to being afraid.

“I want to hear you say it, Gale,” Randy’s lips moved against Gale’s straining calf. “I want you to tell me that you liked it when she punished you. That you wanted her to control you, to hurt you.”

Gale had finally found the answer they both needed and he opened his mouth to give it when Randy’s hand dealt his bottom another stinging blow. The “yes” on his lips turned into something unrecognizable.

His hands strained yet again against the cuffs encasing his wrists, although the fight had gone out of him like a snuffed candle. But the feel of the leather, the smell of it, somehow added to his state of arousal. He was struck with the odd notion of snaking his tongue out to taste it but instead, he stilled and waited, knowing Randy would ask the question again.

“Say it, Gale,” Randy urged softly. He was shifting on the bed now, moving around Gale’s prone form on his hands and knees, like a cat on the prowl. Gale couldn’t see him, but he could picture how he’d look- the small, limber body, firm muscles under soft, pale skin, his tongue traveling from one tender spot on Gale’s body to another.

He turned his head, trying to track Randy’s voice, trying to answer.

He wanted to tell Randy that he’d loved being spanked. That he had, indeed, gone alone to the bathroom after that first time, locked the door, and without understanding what was happening, rubbed against the soft towels hanging on the rack by the tub until something wonderful and terrifying and earth-shattering had happened to him. He wanted to relate the delicious humiliation of that moment and the ones that followed, when he’d re-dressed quickly, snatched his mother’s best bath towels off the rod and stuffed them into the washing machine.

He wanted Randy to know that after later spankings, he’d learned that his hand, his sheets, even his pillow shoved between his legs, would achieve the same effect and that he stopped being frightened by it almost as quickly as he’d become obsessed with doing it.

Yeah, he’d manipulated the sitter into spanking him. And he thought it might just have been possible that he’d manipulated Randy into doing it, too, by answering Randy’s innocent question about his childhood with that particular story. That memory, out of all the others. And had he knowingly let the excitement of those forbidden, shameful moments creep into his voice as a clue to Randy? Yeah, that was possible, too.

“I wanted her to do it,” he admitted with a gasp, his confession deliciously buffeting him with humiliation.

Randy had looked into him, reached farther into him than Gale was even willing to do, himself, and pulled out one of his most carefully guarded secrets, turning it into something erotic and mind-blowing, something for them to play with and learn from.

He thought he’d never loved the man more.

His admission was rewarded with several more stinging slaps to his bottom, and he gripped the short chain between his wrist cuffs and rode out the pain.

“You want me to do it, too, don’t you? You want me to redden your ass for you, give you the discipline you’ve been missing all these years.” Randy’s voice was filled with his own heat, his own power, and Gale thought he could sustain himself on that fuel alone for the rest of his life. “I want to hear you tell me that you need my hand on your ass, bruising you. Say it!”

“Yes,” Gale groaned, “Jesus, Randy, I need you to do it, don’t fucking stop!”

Randy moved quickly between his spread thighs and began spanking him in earnest, alternating from one cheek to the other and changing the pace and severity of each stroke so that Gale never knew for sure where he would hit or how hard.

The pain built in intensity and as it did a remarkable thing began to happen- it morphed into something else, much the way the pinch of penetration morphs quickly into deep, total-body pleasure. It was fucking erotic: biting sting mixing with extravagant pleasure, more stimulation to overload his senses. He found himself moaning loudly and again pulling hard against his bonds but the more he moved, the more he felt. And the more he felt, the more he wanted to feel.

The muted friction to his dick caused by his blunt pressure against the sheets was driving him crazy, and Randy’s laugh told him without a doubt that he understood Gale’s desperate squirming.

“My poor baby needs to come, doesn’t he?” The brutal assault on his bottom never let up and Randy had now added sharp bites to his repertoire, as well, causing Gale to curse each time he felt a nip at the raw, tender flesh of his ass.

“I’ll beg if I have to,” Gale moaned, making Randy laugh more.

“Oh,” Randy purred, “you’ll beg, alright. When the time is right, you’ll beg plenty.”

Gale was stunned by how adeptly Randy managed to catalogue and then play on all of his emotions at once, and he found himself being appallingly grateful for his partner’s innate empathy.

It was suddenly vitally important to him that Randy be proud of his behavior when this ended. He wasn’t sure where the need came from, but it overwhelmed him and he knew that when the opportunity arose, he would try to give Randy as much ecstatic pleasure as Randy was giving him. The weirdly warming thought that he wanted to be a good boy for Randy almost made him come and he stiffened, fighting off his impending orgasm.

Randy chose that moment to simultaneously slap both of his palms down on Gale’s ass, one on each cheek, and Gale’s head shot up, a shout ripped out of him by the force of the blows. Then his partner stilled for a moment, giving Gale needed respite.

He was in motion again almost instantly, though, as he spread Gale’s cheeks, his tongue gliding wetly from Gale’s balls to the dent at the top of his ass.

A jolt of pure pleasure shook him, and his muscles strained to force his ass closer to Randy’s tongue. His palms flattened onto the mattress over his head and an incoherent string of sounds poured out of him into the room.

His bottom stung and was inordinately hot and Gale relished the sensation, but the tongue exploring his ass was possibly the finest thing he’d ever felt, despite having been rimmed many times in the past.

Later he would smile and think to himself that at the moment when Randy’s tongue pierced him and slipped past that first tight ring of muscle, there were only three things he was aware of: the delicious burning of the flesh on his bottom, the ache in his shoulders from yanking hard against his cuffs and the fact that Randy’s mouth should be registered as a lethal weapon if Gale succumbed to the stroke that was threatening his brain.

Beyond his own control, his body continued to writhe and twist and while it availed him nothing- he could neither escape the incredible pleasure Randy was lavishing on him, nor force his partner to give him more- it managed to heighten his awareness of his own body. He became, for a while, only pure sensation, feeling heat light wet hunger need hot gasping moaning crazed desperate moregodpleasemoreneverstop.

Randy’s hands had again begun to slap, pinch and kneed his ass without mercy and the combination of the outrageous sting, the inability to move freely and the acute friction of being masterfully tongue fucked, shoved Gale off an emotional cliff and sent him free falling through a cushion of air that was created, nurtured and maintained by the love and attention of his partner. He’d never invited someone else so deep into his own comfort zone as Randy was at this moment, and letting go of everything he’d ever feared about it had never felt more right.

It was minutes or hours before he realized that he was muttering, “please, please, oh please,” again and again into the mattress. And it was, once more, Randy who identified his longing and vocalized it so succinctly.

“You need to be fucked.” It was a statement of fact, not a question, not a request.

All Gale could do in response was nod.

“My sweet boy,” Randy cooed, and Gale’s stomach did flip-flops at the new endearment Randy had chosen for him.

The tongue in his bottom ceased its delicious swirling, making Gale believe his heart would break, but the hands also stopped and that was both a relief and curse.

Gale knew his chance to fulfill the promise he’d made himself to give back to Randy everything he’d received was approaching, and though it was Randy who usually bottomed to Gale in their relationship, there was no way Gale would shy from this. Randy deserved it and the thought of being bound and submissive to his partner in this way thrilled him more than he could ever have imagined.

Randy’s hand slid down Gale’s left leg and he felt a tug on the cuff attaching him to the bed. Suddenly, that pressure was released and he could move his leg freely again. It took a moment of flexing and stretching before the blood was flowing again and Randy’s hand was already working to release the other leg.

Free of his restraints, Gale was startled by the disparity of his emotions. He was relieved to be able to move again, although his hands were still bound, but he also suddenly missed the physical proof that he was owned by someone who loved him.

Randy gave him little time to think, though.

“Ass in the air, my love, and now, if you please.” Randy slapped his right thigh for emphasis and Gale drew his knees in towards his chest, performing as ordered. The exposure of this position, his face pressed into the mattress, his ass high in the air, made him hotter than he could remember being.

He waited patiently, listening to Randy open the condom. He could picture him sliding it down his hard dick and the image made him groan softly. He only had to hold the position a moment before he felt Randy kneeling behind him and slipping his finger through the saliva around and in his asshole.

“Beautiful, Gale, you’re so fucking beautiful like this.” Randy sighed, his fingers teasing Gale’s hole. Gale pushed back, needing to feel filled, and Randy chuckled quietly.

“Now would be a good time to test your begging skills, lover, if you want my dick in your ass anytime soon.”

Randy’s order blasted through Gale like an avalanche gaining speed down the side of a mountain and unleashed from his mouth a torrent of appeals, promises and endearments. He relinquished his ego to the fervor of his need to please and be pleased. He’d never thought of begging as empowering and yet, now that he’d given in to it, he felt as if he were soaring.

Please, and thank you, and I need you, and you complete me, and use me, and fuck me, and I belong to you always became a gift he gave to the one who had brought him so far.

Randy’s answer came swiftly. There was no sign of the gentle lover Gale knew when he positioned himself between Gale’s legs and sank deep into his ass in one powerful stroke. He tried to scoot forward in an unconscious attempt to lessen the intensity of the pain he suddenly felt, but Randy was ready for it and clamped down on his hips with a commanding grip.

“Don’t squirm,” Randy barked. “Be still. It will stop hurting in a minute.”

Gale complied, ashamed of his body’s reaction. He redoubled his commitment to be what Randy needed and held himself perfectly still, panting hard, his hands gripping the iron headboard.

As the pain slipped away, replaced by a comforting feeling of fullness, Gale’s body relaxed into Randy’s, signaling that he was ready for whatever Randy wanted to give him.

Randy immediately set a brutal pace that pushed the air from Gale’s lungs. Gale could tell that Randy needed to come as badly as he did, himself, but he was determined to hold out until he’d been given permission. His leaking dick and the electricity of Randy’s cock tickling his prostate on every thrust threatened that determination, but Gale focused through his cries and gasps on what Randy needed and wanted. What he expected and would demand.

“Christ you’re so fucking tight, Gale.” Randy was leaning over him, his long hair brushing Gale’s spine. Gale responded by squeezing his ass muscles down hard on Randy’s cock, and was rewarded with the most beautiful keening sound he’d ever heard from Randy’s lips. He knew the man was close, could tell by the tension in his thighs, the erratic breaths washing over his back, the way Randy clutched at his shoulders, and then his waist, and finally his hips.

“I want you to come, Gale, I want to feel you come around my dick, do you want that?”

Gale’s tongue latched onto one word and repeated it. “Yesyesyesyesyesyes…”

Randy’s hand slid between his legs. Long experience as Gale’s lover had taught him that Gale would come harder and faster with a light touch, rather than something more harsh. He flicked his fingers up and down the shaft of Gale’s cock, his touch feathery and teasing.

Gale had reached his limit. His awareness of himself as an entity separate from Randy vanished and it seemed that he left his body entirely, escaping, as he erupted again and again, into a hurricane of light and noise and a pleasure that he never dreamed existed.

His reality fragmented for many long minutes after that. Later he would recall events only as snapshots: Randy collapsing on him, shouting his name as he came; one hand free and the other being unbound gently; being given cool sips of water; arms and legs around him, encasing him like a warm blanket; his hair being stroked while a soft voice spoke love and appreciation into his ear.

The last thing he remembered before dropping into a deep sleep was asking Randy in a small voice, “Was I everything you wanted?” and being assured with warm lips pressing to his that he had been.

Of course he had been.

End Of Part 2