The Devil Wears Spurs [Winchester Arizona 3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Special Edition) Page 2

  “Sounding you wouldn’t change my sexual orientation.” His hand stroked down Stetson’s back in a soothing caress. “We’re adults. We can put ourselves in situations that would stumble others and walk away unscathed because we’re able to rationalize through it. Pleasure doesn’t always have to accompany pain.”

  Stetson relaxed. “I’m glad you’re always so logical. Most people would accuse me of having a problem.”

  “You are what you are. I wouldn’t have you any other way.” Vinny placed a hand on his shoulder and then headed into the kitchen. The soft rushing sound of liquid touching glass told Stetson that he poured a drink. Vinny returned and handed him a glass. “Drink this if you change your mind.”

  Stetson studied the red fluid. “What is it?”

  “Cranberry juice. It will be tart since there’s no sugar in it, but it’s a good idea to clear your system before and after sounding.” Vinny’s dark eyes sparkled with naughty humor, though his lips remained neutral. “As I said, only drink it if you want me to show you how to sound yourself. I’ll go set up.”

  Stetson set the glass down after Vinny left. The hole Lisa left was still there and loneliness only made it blacker. He looked back at the glass, deciding to drink it in case he changed his mind about sounding. He wasn’t planning on it, but no harm being prepared. His mentor had proven time and again that he was trustworthy and he wouldn’t tell anyone about Stetson’s need for pain.

  Vincent called him in when he was ready. Stetson walked in, noticing the open case of steel sounds. He made himself look away before curiosity got the better of him. He took his shirt off and let Vinny lock his wrists into the stocks, but he kept his head out.

  “A flogger’s too light,” Stetson complained when he saw the black leather flogger Vinny picked up. “It’s really bad tonight.”

  “That’s why I’m giving you a warm-up this time so you’ll be capable of tolerating more extreme pain.”

  Stetson didn’t want a fucking warm-up. He just wanted his mentor to hurt him so the pain in his chest would stop. He tolerated the light flogging the older man gave him, flinching whenever the leather strands became aggressive.

  “Are you done tickling me yet?”

  Vinny whacked him across the left shoulder blade. “You need endorphins to minimize the severity of what’s coming.”

  Stetson rolled his eyes, jumping a little when he felt Vincent’s hand on his back, gently stroking his warm skin. “I asked for pain, not a massage.”

  “Will you shut up already? I’m doing this to relax you. You’re far too tense.”

  “It feels good. Thanks. Now hurt me.”

  “If you continue to try my patience I will massage you all night without flogging you.”

  A lot of good that would do him. Stetson shut his mouth and let Vinny’s hands relax his muscles. His cooperation was rewarded with the reinstatement of the flogger. The man alternated between flogging and stroking Stetson’s warmed-up flesh.

  “I’ll assume you’ve made up your mind to try the sounds since you drank the cranberry juice.”

  Stetson’s cheeks grew warm. “How did you know I drank it?”

  “I heard you.”

  “I’m not that loud when I drink. You must have superhuman hearing.”

  Vinny smiled when Stetson glanced back at him. “You might say that. Let me wipe them down with alcohol first. They’re clean, but it’s good to be careful.”

  Stetson put his shirt back on after Vinny freed his wrists. He sat on the couch near the table with the sounds, feeling relaxed and a little nervous.

  “Pull your cock out and lie down,” Vinny instructed.

  Stetson hesitated. It was weird for two straight men to do something like this, but Vincent Malone was his mentor and one of his closest friends, and Stetson felt especially trusting of him after the flogging for some reason.

  He lay back and opened his pants, pulling his dick out, and then cleaned it off with the alcohol swab the other man handed him. He held his cock by the base as Vinny used a syringe full of sterile surgical lubricant and squirted lube on and inside Stetson’s cock. Warm discomfort ensued.

  “It will pass,” Vinny assured him as he matched different sounds to Stetson’s slit. “This one should do. Are you ready?”

  “Yeah.” Stetson held his dick by the root carefully, unable to believe that he trusted anyone enough to do this to him.

  After lubricating the sound, Vinny matched the tip to the slivered hole and guided it in gently and slowly, letting gravity do the work while he navigated. The rod only went in a few inches at first, creating a sense of fullness and unique stretching that didn’t hurt. Subtle pleasure ate away the numbing shock of submitting such a private part of himself to another man’s eyes and power. The cold steel had sent a small chill through him at the initial penetration, but now the metal warmed inside his penis, creating an overwhelming sense of trust and vulnerability.

  Stetson didn’t know how much time passed, but Vinny took his time about sounding him, pulling the instrument out and lubricating him again when needed. He tugged Stetson’s foreskin up a little and moved the probe or his cock, occasionally switching rods and gradually the sound sank deeper without any force.

  Stetson sank deeper into a calming place that felt dreamlike in its acceptance. He was incredibly aware of how much Vinny could hurt him, but Stetson trusted him not to. He’d never felt so exposed, so helpless, and safe all at once. It was unusual but welcome after the year of suffering he’d gone through.

  When the sound filled his penis to capacity his breath caught. The steel touched some sensitive place deep inside of him. A breathy sound strangled in his throat when Vinny slowly twirled the probe inside him, gently grazing the sensitive spot. Maybe his prostate was somehow being stimulated through the thin wall of flesh. He’d heard stimulating the prostate intensified orgasms, but he’d never tried it.

  “Can you feel it on your prostate?” Vinny asked.

  “I think so,” Stetson rasped.

  “Does it feel good?”

  He nodded, feeling completely immersed in the intense sensations of fullness, stretching, and pleasure. The erotic possession wasn’t just in his body. Something was happening in his brain. His mentor was an attractive man, but his masculinity and refined superiority seemed especially potent tonight. Vinny always smelled good, but tonight his scent got under Stetson’s skin.

  Even his eyes and hushed voice teemed with sensuality. “Do you like having your cock fucked, Stetson?”

  Warm pressure and euphoric energy gathered inside Stetson. Something about the salacity in Vinny’s words, the sight of steel penetrating his cock like a forbidden erection owning his most intimate orifice, and the renowned sadist in a suit who had the power to hurt him but harbored some deeper reason not to was too much. The subjugation and complete surrender of the act gave Stetson chills that broke into a feverish kind of hypnosis his better judgment told him to flee from even as his body urged him to submit to it.

  “God. Take it out.”

  “Is it hurting you?”

  He shook his head, feeling his balls draw up when Vinny twirled the sound slowly in his urethra again, nudging that nerve-filled gland.

  “Are you going to come?”

  Something about the way the man looked and said it heightened the awareness in Stetson’s body. “Please.”

  Vinny drew the sound out slowly, dragging the pre-orgasmic sensations out inside Stetson’s shaft. He felt every nerve and cell like they all had spirits of fire that burned with pleasure all over his body. When the sound came out he felt his muscles spasm with the need for release.

  “After you wash off your cock I’ll flog you some more,” Vincent said.

  Stetson didn’t know if Vinny meant to touch him or not, but the slight brush of his finger on Stetson’s pulsing shaft sent him over. A fractured outcry tore from his throat as he came hard and ejaculated all over his lap. His breathing came out in harsh pants and he shut his eyes
, unable to believe what he just did.

  “Shit. I’m sorry.” His face felt hot.

  He quickly cleaned up his groin with the paper towels the other man handed to him.

  Vinny helped Stetson up and even closed his pants for him. “You did nothing wrong. There’s no need to apologize.”

  Stetson dragged his hand down his face, feeling discombobulated and pacified…and still painfully aware of how good looking his mentor was. “I’ll clean up and go.”

  “You will wash your cock and then come right back here so I can flog you like you need.”

  If it was anyone else Stetson wouldn’t have taken such an order, but Vinny had a couple decades on him and the man had trained him. Stetson couldn’t help viewing the powerful man as his superior despite his own natural dominant tendencies.

  “Yes, sir.”

  After relieving himself and washing off, Stetson returned and this time after he took his shirt off and lowered his jeans, Vinny cuffed his wrists to a Saint Andrew’s cross, but not his ankles. Stetson left his boxers on and had his back to the other man. He jumped when cold metal glided up his back.

  “Do you like your present?” Vinny asked. “I had it in the freezer so it would give you an invigorating cold sensation.”

  Stetson watched the silver chainmail drape over his arm as Vincent dragged the cold metal strands across his skin. “I like it. That was thoughtful of you.”

  The floating sensation lingered. Stetson hoped he’d snap out of it so the pain could take away his grief temporarily. The chilly tails caressed him, but the sensation felt too good for him to tell the other man to knock it off and flog him already.

  The first light swings were mere taps, but the cool contact got his attention.

  When the first real blow came it forced a grunt of pain from Stetson. Clearly the man hadn’t been kidding about the intensity. Vinny rotated between periods of intense flogging that evoked brutal pain and blazing heat on Stetson’s back and soft touches that soothed him. He tempered the calming caresses with encouraging words spoken gently in Stetson’s ear and against his skin.

  Vinny had never done this before. All the times Stetson had come to him he’d simply taken his shirt off and let the older man give him physical pain before he left. There was no touching and certainly no sexual release.

  At times the vicious bite of the chainmail and the force of impact were almost too much, making him cry out in misery that determination transformed into unexpected delight. This was unprecedented. Even the wetness of sweat and blood on his back that always burned away his anguish with its punishing fire was barely noticeable this time and felt surprisingly good.

  Then the warmth of Vinny’s hand returned to him and the soothing hush of his voice settled Stetson, chasing away the chills and shakes. The longer the session continued the more bearable the agonizing pain became until Stetson barely felt it. The blows started to hammer him with chilling pleasure, leaving the pain behind.

  “Would you like me to flog your ass?” Vincent asked.

  Stetson nodded. He’d never let Vinny see him in the buff before. It didn’t matter. He needed more pain.

  Vinny reached around Stetson’s body and stuck his hand into Stetson’s boxers to hold his cock in place. The warm feel of the male hand lying against his semi-erect length as Vinny lowered his underwear made Stetson’s cock pulse and swell.

  “Your cock feels like velvet,” Vinny murmured in his ear.

  Stetson couldn’t restrain the wild gasp that ripped from his throat when Vinny gave his dick a squeeze.

  “I can feel your cock swelling in my hand. It’s getting harder, filling up with all that hot blood.”

  “Oh Jesus,” Stetson breathed when Vinny cupped his balls with his other hand and held them.

  “Your scrotum feels solid and hot. Do you know how hard it makes me to hold your testicles in my hand, knowing that no other man has ever touched you like this?” Vinny rolled and massaged Stetson’s ball sac, drawing a moan from him. “Does it make you ache when your Dom touches you like this?”

  Stetson shivered, honing in on the pleasurable ache that grew the more Vinny touched him. “Dom?”

  Vincent chuckled. “Your naivety is priceless. It can’t have escaped your notice that I’m a sadist and you’re a masochist. You always come to me for pain and you do whatever you’re told like a good boy.”

  Stetson gasped when Vinny nipped his shoulder playfully with his teeth. “We’re friends. It’s about pain.”

  Vinny breathed against his neck and pressed his nose gently against Stetson’s skin, taking in his scent. “I gave you pain, but it appears I gave you pleasure as well.”

  A long groan slipped from Stetson when Vinny stroked his shaft slowly. He jerked Stetson’s cock faster, sending sparks shooting all through him.

  “If we’re just friends then why are you fucking my hand?”

  Guilt flared up in him when he realized he was pushing his erection into Vinny’s hand. Stetson’s dick pulsated uncontrollably when the other man let go of it and his balls burned for contact again, which made him even more ashamed. What was wrong with him?

  The clink of chains touching came from behind him and then a rattling whack landed on his ass, jarring him.

  “Is this what you want, Stetson, one form of pain to stop another?”

  A harder blow followed, snagging a broken yell from him. This was good, but in spite of the severity the damned haze he was under made it irritatingly tolerable and God forbid, enjoyable.

  “You couldn’t simply fuck away your grief or train a new submissive. No. You have to punish yourself. If you want something to burn with shame over blame your deviance for making you drip pre-cum all over the floor.”

  The pre-cum dribbling down his shaft felt like a warm, teasing finger. Stetson felt drops gather and drip from his cockhead, splattering on the carpet as pearly evidence of the debauched nature he hadn’t even been aware of until tonight.

  Vincent set the flogger down and unchained him, turning Stetson around before handcuffing him back in place, facing Vinny this time. “Stetson, you ought to be ashamed of yourself becoming erect when all I’m trying to do is heal you. I’m completely scandalized by your depravity.”

  Stetson’s face burned. Vinny knew damned well that he had initiated the pleasure, not Stetson. Maybe the other man was just taunting him to give him the internal punishment Stetson often gave himself.

  “Everyone who knows you would be appalled by your lack of self-control. Feel how hard this cock is.”

  Stetson felt his heart accelerate and his penis bulge even more when Vinny grabbed it and ran his thumb over Stetson’s glans, playing in his pre-cum.

  “You can’t even keep me from making you leak pre-cum because of my touch. Let it come, Stetson,” Vinny whispered. “It’s not yours to keep. Give it to me, baby. Surrender to me what’s mine.”

  A cold wave of shock that his friend called him baby came over Stetson, but the chill of uncertainty was eclipsed with fire when Vinny squeezed his cockhead, seducing more of his salty essence from him. A long, soft cry emerged from him slowly as his slit bubbled with warm wetness and spilled over onto Vinny’s hand. Climax was imminent.

  “That’s it. Submit to me, baby. You know you want to.” Vinny shook his head and his husky voice became normal when he let go of Stetson’s genitals. “Your mother would be ashamed of you. I think you deserve to be punished for your lustful conduct.”

  Stetson cringed when Vinny grabbed him by the balls and tugged, stretching them.

  “Do you want me to flog your sinful body parts for becoming inflamed by a man?”

  The taunting made him hot and woozy. He could only nod with lowered eyes, biting back a ragged gasp when Vinny tugged his head back by his hair.

  “Say ‘Yes, Sir.’ Show me respect, Stetson. Have I not earned it by being older than you?”

  He had a feeling Vinny wanted to hear the word in a BDSM context rather than a polite way of addressing
his elder, but the order, however it was intended, electrified some vital part of him.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Vincent’s dark eyes smiled with victory. He let go of Stetson’s nut sac and hair and then picked up a mini flogger. “You’re a good boy, Stetson. I’m proud of you.”

  The praise was nice. Until now he hadn’t realized how much he welcomed Vinny’s approval, though he’d certainly always respected the older man’s advice.

  The mini flogger tickled his throbbing dick and then swished and swatted his shaft and testes all over until he didn’t know if the warming ache derived from pain or enjoyment. His satiny flesh was dusted with the pink rouge of the flogger’s kiss, but he had no marks on him there and the discomfort it caused vanished almost as quickly as it came.

  Vinny tossed the flogger and cradled Stetson’s jaw. “You are in no condition to drive yourself home and I have no intention of going out in the storm.” His dark eyes heated as he watched his own fingers trace down the front of Stetson’s body. “You will sleep with me in my bed.”

  Stetson’s skin got a tingly chill beneath the featherlight trail of Vinny’s fingers.

  “Against my body,” Vinny whispered, smiling when Stetson’s belly quivered beneath his caressing finger.

  Stetson wallowed in a fog of anticipation, uncertainty, and confusion. He should go home, but instead he let Vinny undo the cuffs and step on the jeans puddled around his ankles.

  “Step out of them.”

  Stetson obeyed, trembling against Vinny when the man supported him.

  “Are you all right?”

  Stetson nodded, feeling vanquished by and deeply connected to the badass in a suit who walked him into Vinny’s bedroom. The luxurious bed looked inviting yet forbidden the way the soft orange light from the fireplace danced on the covers.

  Vinny laid him down on his stomach on a towel on the bed and Stetson went limp. His raw back burned like a pissed-off version of Hades, but his arousal was still high. He kept trembling with cold or perhaps shock from the previous impact during their scene, but his sense of defenselessness was married with quiet acceptance of whatever Vinny decided to do with him. He always knew best.