Christmas Angel - 1

Christmas Angel, A Hammer Story

By Sean Michael

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Oliver?"
Kein looked at his old friend, twining his fingers a

bit. Wylie had been gone for three years now. Three
years since his lover, his Master, his best friend had
come to him, hugged him, and told him it was over.

Just over.
No drama. No fireworks. No meanness.
Simply a quiet, "I don't love you anymore, Kee," and

then an "I'm sorry."

Two weeks later, Wylie had moved out of the house,

leaving him with half of the furniture, one of the cats,
and a hole in the center of his chest.

The men at the Hammer had been angels to him --

Oliver and Jack had stayed with him for days, Marcus
took him out for lunch once a month without fail, and
the boys all invited him along for the Wednesday subs
night. Still, he wasn't sure this was going to work. Him.
At the annual Christmas auction.

He wasn't ready for sex -- especially not pointless,

random sex with someone who pitied him.

"I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't believe it was

a good idea." Oliver patted his hands.

"But... No one wants me, Oliver, Sir. No one. And I

can't... I haven't. I don't even remember how." There was
something wrong with him. There had to be.

"You don't remember how to be a sub?"
He shook his head, starting to hyperventilate a little.

He didn't remember how to be anything. He worked at
the art supply store. He went home. He loved on his cat.
He counted it a victory that he didn't cry anymore.

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"Kein." Oliver's voice had a bite to it, drawing his

attention. "This isn't just a good idea -- you need it. And
I promise someone will bid on you."

"What if they don't?" he whispered, searching

Oliver's eyes. "What if Wylie told people there was
something wrong with me and I wasn't good enough?"
He'd asked all his friends the same question again and
again and again.

"Wylie was an asshole, but he wasn't a total asshole."

Oliver gave him a hug. "And I promise someone will bid
on you."

"I'm scared." And way too close to hysterics for his

own good.

Oliver pulled him in and hugged him. "Kein. I'm

serious now. You stop that. You're a good man."

He wanted to believe that.
He did.
He'd do this, for the Hammer, for Oliver. He'd stand

there, serve someone for an hour, then go home.

"Clean yourself, inside and out, and wear something

sexy. And be here a half hour early."

Kein nodded. "I'll try."
"Good boy." Oliver gave him another hug. "You're

going to do fine, because this is what you were made
for. To be a sub, to serve. It makes you complete, and
it's been far too long since you had that."

He wished he could believe that.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Oliver."
"You will, boy. And it'll be a good day."
Kein didn't answer that.
He couldn't.

***

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Mac had finally let himself be convinced to attend the

charity auction at the Hammer.

The place was all decked out for the season, and

everybody and their uncle was here. So far, none of the
"lots" on auction had piqued his interest, but it was cool
to see so much money being raised for charity. Even if
most of the men winning were picking up their own
subs. It was cute, really.

Marcus Goodfellow was auctioneering, with Oliver

encouraging the subs onto the stage. The next one wasn't
anyone he'd ever seen before. He would have known if
he had. The man was beautiful -- almost ethereal, with
long, white-blond hair and pale eyes, high cheekbones,
and a thin nose. Lean to the point of skinny, with tiny,
wire-rimmed glasses, and dressed simply in jeans and a
black sweater.

The man exuded a quiet stillness, almost a sadness.
Mac sat straighter despite himself. His gaze was

riveted, and he shushed the people at the next table -- he
wanted to hear what Marcus had to say about this man
before the bidding started.

"Gentlemen, I'm proud to introduce a dear friend.

Kein is a lovely sub, eager to please."

The couple beside him sighed softly as Marcus held

one hand out to the sub.

"Oh, God. I can't believe Oliver managed that."
"I know. He's so quiet. Broken. I just... If no one bids

on him, love, we will. Let him sit with us and serve us
drinks."

Mac didn't think there was going to be a problem

about no one bidding for this Kein. He had his own
paddle at the ready.

Kein's hand was shaking visibly as he took Marcus',

and Mac could see worry, sympathy, even tears in some
of the subs' eyes, but Kein did it, stepped into the light.

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Stunning. Mac wanted to win him.
"Kein hasn't been in circulation for quite a while.

He's volunteered two hours of his time for the auction.
Bidding starts at two hundred dollars."

Before he could get his own paddle up, someone else

opened the bidding at the requested amount. He waved
his paddle vigorously.

"That's three hundred. Do I hear four?"
Another paddle went up, Kein's chin lifting a bit.
Mac waved his paddle and once again, someone

outbid him almost immediately.

"A thousand," he called out.
The room went quiet. Then a voice said. "Twelve

hundred." Oliver was an asshole.

Mac was halfway tempted to let the man win.

Instead, he upped his bid. "Fourteen hundred." And if
Oliver outbid Mac again, then the man and his own sub
were going to have a beautiful, very expensive man to
serve them for a couple of hours.

"Fourteen hundred going once. Twice. Sold to our

Master Mac." Marcus beamed, nodded to Mac.

He waved and stood, wandering to the desk to settle

up.

Jack was there, taking checks, smiling. "Master Mac.

Merry Christmas!"

"Thank you, Jack. For a moment there I thought your

Master was buying you a few hours of service."

Jack shook his head. "No. No, Kein deserves to feel

like people want him here."

"I do." His bids had had nothing to do with pity.

"Where do I collect him?"

"He's over by the bar. Thank you, Sir."
Kein stood quietly, hands wrapped around a glass of

water.

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Mac looked hard and headed over, his receipt in

hand. "Kein. I'm Master Mac; it's good to meet you."

Pale blue eyes met his, only for the barest second,

through the wire-rimmed glasses, and he received a tiny,
almost nervous smile. "Good evening, Sir. Thank you
for bidding on me."

"How could I not? You're stunning, and I wanted to

get to know you better."

The pointed chin dipped, long hair veiling the man's

face. "Thank you, Sir."

He reached out and pushed Kein's hair back off his

face. "Don't hide from me."

Those lovely eyes went wide, lips parting. "No, Sir."
"Thank you. Have you eaten yet?" It was getting to

be well past the dinner hour, and Mac hadn't eaten since
lunch.

"No, Sir."
"Excellent. Any dietary restrictions?"
Those eyes met his, then Kein shook his head.
"Good. I'll order us some food and you can serve

me." They could get to know each other. He offered
Kein a warm smile, then turned to Xavier, who was
behind the bar. "We'll have a Christmas special for two,
please. And is there a private room we can use?"

"Those are fairly booked up, Mac. There's the little

one with the sofa?"

He nodded. "That'll do, thank you." He didn't need a

setup for a huge scene, but he wanted some privacy to
get to know this shy, quiet man. And he wanted some
space in case things got... heated between them.

He was handed a key, and Kein was given a smile, a

gentle pat. Then Xavier asked, "What would you like to
drink with your meals?"

"Water, but have them bring a bottle of champagne

on ice, please."

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"You got it." Xavier went to the computer, made their

order.

Mac handed the key over to Kein. "Make sure the

room is ready for us. I'll be along in five minutes."

"Yes, Sir." Kein took the key, headed off.
Mac watched him go, admiring the long lines, the

graceful movements. Mmm. He was going to have to
thank the guys for making him come to the auction
today.

***

Kein looked around the tiny room. There was a soft

couch, a low table. He took off his sweater, more than
warm enough in his black shirt. After that it didn’t take
long to set a match to a few candles, turn the lights
down, and then he really tried not to cry. This was so
hard.

There was a knock on the door and a soft voice

calling, "I have your meals."

"I'm coming." He opened the door. Will, one of the

servers he knew, standing there. "Come on in."

"Hey, Kein. That guy paid over a thousand dollars for

you! Where is he?"

"He's coming." Maybe. Maybe someone had told

Mac at the bar that he was bad at this. "Or... do you
think Oliver will give him his money back if he decides
he made a mistake?"

"Why would he decide he made a mistake?" Will

frowned at him. "You haven't decided you made a
mistake, have you?"

"No. No. I just... I'm not... fourteen hundred dollars is

a lot of money."

Mac was... well, to be honest, Kein was so wigged

out he hadn't even really noticed what Mac looked like.

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"I guess he really wanted to get serviced by you."

Will gave him a wink and set the foot on the little table,
another little waiter rushing in with the champagne in a
stand full of ice. "Come on, Will," the new boy hissed.
"Xavier will have our butts for dinner if we're here when
Master Mac shows up."

"Go on. Don't get in trouble, guys." He smiled at

Will, or tried to. "I'll put the food out." His stomach was
tied up in knots anyway.

He'd just finished getting everything exactly how it

should be when the man who'd bought him came into
the room. It was a sure entrance, but not arrogant, not
loud. Still, his eyes were drawn automatically to the man
whose very presence said "power."

"Everything is ready, Sir."
"Excellent." Master Mac sat on the couch and patted

the spot next to him. "I want you to feed me and to tell
me about yourself."

"Yes, Sir." Two hours and then he would be able to

go and sleep for a couple of days. "What would you like
to know?"

"What do you enjoy most about serving? What kind

of service are you interested in? Are you looking for a
full-time Master, or just a lover, or do you prefer hook-
ups like this one?"

Mac leaned back comfortably on the couch. He was

large, broad, strong-looking. And handsome. His
features were striking, his eyes a piercing emerald green,
his mouth generous. It was a firm but kind face.

"I..." Kein knelt on the floor by the table, carefully

arranging a plate for the man. "I've never had a one-
night stand before."

"What made you enter the auction today, then?"

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"Master Oliver asked me to. He said it was time, and

he's been very kind to me." He got the plate arranged,
then scooted closer.

"Time?"
"Yes, Sir. I've been out of the market for a while."

The Christmas special was well-thought out -- dozens of
nibbles, luscious bits of savory treats. "How would you
like me to feed you, Sir?"

"I would prefer by hand, but for anything hot you

may, of course, use a fork." Master Mac stared down at
him, making him feel... well, noticed.

"Yes, Sir." He chose a cold bite first and offered it up

-- sun-dried tomato, Parmesan, and date. Pretty.

Master Mac ate it from his fingers, lips cool where

they touched him, tongue scalding hot as it licked salt
from his skin.

The next bite was a tiny, perfect shrimp on a teeny

toast.

"Oh, God." Master Mac moaned and then grabbed

one of the shrimp on toast from the plate, popping it into
Kein's mouth.

Crispy and fresh -- the flavor was perfect, and Kein

found himself enjoying it.

"That's my favorite so far." Master Mac's eyes

twinkled; the man had only eaten two kinds.

He nodded, smiled. He'd save those back, then. He

chose an endive leaf filled with something creamy and
topped with chives.

Master Mac's nose wrinkled as he ate that one.

"There's a spice in that I don't like."

"Yes, Sir." He shifted those aside, chose a puff pastry

filled with spicy beef.

"Mmm. Much better." He was offered one of those

from Master Mac's fingers.

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"Is it very spicy?" He opened up without waiting for

the answer.

"It's a little spicy." Master Mac slid the bite between

his lips. "Do you like spicy?"

He chewed, swallowed, then answered. "Too spicy

gives me the hiccups."

A soft chuckle answered his words. "That's

wonderful. What about spicy in the sex department?"

He didn't know how to answer that question, so he

went with honesty. "I'm not sure how to answer that
question, I'm sorry."

"What do you like sexually, Kein? Do you do

whatever your Master asks? Do you like punishment?"

"I... I'll do what you ask." The questions made him

nervous. Wylie hadn't ever punished him, even when
he'd almost begged for it. "I try to be pleasing." Not that
it had worked before.

"So, you don't like being punished?" Master Mac's

fingers slid over his cheek, cupped his jaw.

"I... I don't know." He surprised himself by getting

emotional, tearing up. "I'm not a very good sub, I think,
but I swear to be good to you tonight. It's Christmas,
after all."

"Not a very good sub? Look at you -- on your knees

in front of me, serving me, answering my questions.
Why would you think you aren't a very good sub?"

Because the other option was that he hadn't been a

good enough person to love, and that was worse.

"Kein?"
Kein leaned down, kissed Master Mac's palm. "I'm

being ridiculous. This isn't about me; it's about you.
Your pleasure, your night."

"No, I asked you the question. I'm intrigued by you,

Kein. And I want to know about you. I want to make
sure I get it right, too."

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"I. My lover. My Master. He left." There wasn't any

reason to lie; everyone knew. "He didn't want me
anymore, didn't love me anymore. It's been a while."

"And you think that's your fault? You can't make

people fall in or out of love with you."

"No. No, you can't. Would you like one of these tiny

tomatoes?" Of course it was his fault, at least halfway.
He just didn't know what to do differently.

"I'd like whatever you want to give me."
"Yes, Sir." His hands were shaking again, but he

controlled them, fed Mac a tomato, then another shrimp
toast.

Master Mac fed him as well, fingers lingering on his

face, his neck and shoulders. The touches relaxed him,
left him heavy-lidded and focused.

They kept eating, the atmosphere growing more and

more sensual. He saved all the little shrimp toasts for
Mac, treating the man with them. Mac moaned happily
for him every time, licking his lips and making the best
faces. By the last one, he chuckled softly, his own
laughter surprising him.

"Come sit with me; I want you next to me for

dessert."

"Yes, Sir." He slid up onto the sofa, his feet curled

beneath him.

Master Mac cupped his chin and tilted his face,

bringing their mouths slowly together. He gasped, eyes
wide. He hadn't been kissed in so long. Master Mac took
advantage of his open mouth, tongue slipping in
between his lips. The emerald green eyes stared into his
own as if Mac was reading him. His eyes tried to close,
but he kept them open, focusing on not falling over, not
whimpering.

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As the kiss ended, Mac's tongue slid along the roof of

his mouth. He leaned forward, following that mouth.
That made Mac smile, and he was given another kiss.

Kein moaned softly, tongue sliding along Mac's. This

kiss morphed into another, and Mac's hand slid through
his hair, cupped the back of his head. He gasped, the
touch beautifully intimate. The kisses got deeper, Mac
tilting his head back. Kein's body started to tighten, to
ache in a long-forgotten way.

"You taste better than anything I've had here tonight."
His cheeks heated. "Flattery." It felt so nice, though.
"There's nothing wrong with flattery, Kein. It's part of

the wooing process."

"What a funny word... wooing." His fingers stroked

Mac's lips.

"How about courting?" Mac grabbed hold of his

fingers and licked the pads of two. "Or if they're both
too old-fashioned, I guess we could go with 'hooking
up.'" Mac winked.

"Hooking up sounds nasty." He wasn't nasty.
"And you aren't a nasty boy." Mac's fingers were

making magic, stroking his scalp. "So wooing would
work?"

"Yes, Sir." His lips opened, his breath coming

quickly.

"Good." Mac's mouth covered his again.
His head was swimming and he welcomed the

sensation. They were here, in this safe place. Everything
would be fine.

"I want you for dessert."
He nodded. "Yes, Sir." What did that mean?
Mac's long fingers slid around and began to work

open his shirt buttons.

Oh. Oh. It had been so long, but Mac felt so good.

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The kisses continued, Mac's tongue tangling with his

as one button after the other was undone. His breath
sped, his prick filling. There was a quiet, sure strength in
Mac's touch that made him feel protected. Those strong
fingers slid his shirt over his shoulders, leaving warmth
in their wake.

Mac's eyes dragged over his body. His collarbones

were decorated with tattoos -- his design. Heartbreak
and hope and love and need and faith, etched into his
skin. Those warm fingers traced them, petted them like
they were alive.

"Beautiful."
"Thank you. I. I did them."
"You're an artist?"
He nodded, blushed, shook his head. "Not. I mean, I

work at an art supply store. I'm not like a real artist. I
just draw."

Mac chuckled. "You draw, that makes you a real

artist. You work in an art supply store -- that means
you're not a starving artist."

"It's a good job, too. Good hours and they like me.

What... what do you do?"

"Would you believe I'm an artist, too?"
"Are you?" Oh, God. Leave it to him to say he was an

artist to someone making a living as one.

"Yeah. I do stained glass work."
"Oh, that's cool! Do you have work somewhere I can

see it?"

"I've got one piece in public. You know the new

building down on Maple Street? I did the stained glass
in the lobby."

"Oh, that's wicked." He'd have to go look, see Mac's

art, see what the man he'd spent the evening with did.

"I love it. Maybe I can take you around on a tour --

most of my pieces are in small businesses, homes."

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"That's so neat." He loved meeting artists.
"So are you." Mac leaned in and took his mouth

again, fingers sliding over his skin. The touches weren't
gentle, but were firm, sure, and caught his attention.
"Are there more tattoos?" Mac licked at them, tongue
following the shapes.

"T...two." One was a cover up of Wylie's name on his

hip, the other was a tramp stamp on his lower back

"Do I need to take these off to see them?" Mac's

fingers slid along his waistband.

"Yes, Sir." He sucked his stomach in.
"Mmm." The top button was popped open, his zipper

undone.

He'd trimmed himself, leaving a short line of curls.

Where Wylie's name had been, there was a series of
bloody teardrops, following the curve of his hip.

"Oh... this is beautiful work." Mac's fingers traced

along the drops. "What's the significance?"

"It was his name."
"It's a great cover-up -- I'd never have guessed."

Mac's fingers slid and rubbed. "And the other one?"

He slid away, showed the tattered, drooping, black

lace wings framing his ass.

"Kein..."
He turned back, searching Master Mac's face. "Yes,

Sir?" God, please don't hate it.

"It's stunning. Tell me about it."
"I wanted something different, something only mine."
"Well-used, but not broken. Is that how you see

yourself?"

"I'm just... I used to think..." He held himself, bit his

bottom lip. "Once you know you're not wanted, you're a
little cracked."

"I'm sorry he hurt you, Kein, but you're still wanted.

Just by a different man."

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"I'm sorry he hurt me, too." He held one hand out for

Mac. "Can I..." He motioned to Mac's lap.

Mac opened his arms in clear invitation.
"Oh. Thank you." He pressed close, breathed in deep.

Oh, so warm.

Mac's arms went around him, holding him close.

"You're very sexy, Kein."

"You're warm." He was supposed to be serving Mac,

not clinging.

"Mmm. Good." Mac gave him another kiss, tongue

slipping in between his lips again.

He was going to have to tell Master Oliver thank you.

Even if these kisses were as far as it went.

It was the perfect Christmas present.

***

Mac held Kein close, taking one kiss after another.

He wanted more, he wanted way more than two hours'
worth. The lean body was screaming for connection, for
attention, for touch, and Mac's heart said that he was the
man to give it.

He slid his fingers across Kein's nipples, tugging on

them gently. Kein's lips parted as he tugged, body
following his touch. Mac tugged a little harder, and then
twisted one, testing Kein's reaction to the little pain.

Oh, look at that. Kein arched, slowly, sinuously, like

he was worried the sensation would stop.

Mac twisted the other one next, sharper this time.
"Sir..." That wasn't a complaint.
"Yes, my dear Kein." He thought perhaps he was

indeed Kein's Sir.

Kein swallowed a soft moan, eyes soft, dazed.
"A pair of nipple rings would be a beautiful addition

here." As he said "here," he pinched hard.

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Kein jerked, shivered for him. "I... thank you, Sir."
"Mmm. They would torment you. Especially if I'd

spent the day before playing with these sweet little nubs.
Pulling and tugging and twisting and pinching until they
were swollen and so very, very sensitive."

Those pale eyes stared at him, shocked.
What had the man's former Master done?
He could see Kein's cock, hard and wet at the tip. His

suggestions, what he was doing, clearly excited Kein.
How could the man be so shocked at his words?

"A ring here would be pretty, too." He let his hand

slip down, fingers rubbing across the slick head of
Kein's prick.

Kein bit his bottom lip, teeth sinking in deep.

Groaning, Mac brought their mouths together, his
tongue pushing against the teeth in Kein's lip, wanting to
get through to the sweet heat beyond. Kein opened to
him, hands digging into his shoulders.

He nodded through their kiss. That was it -- the man

needed to feel, to be taken. He pressed Kein down
beneath him, wishing there was a bed.

"I want you." It hadn't been strictly spelled out in the

auction if sex was included. And anyway, this was more
than just sex; he could feel it.

Kein chuckled softly. "It's been three years. I'm not

sure I remember how."

"If that's a yes -- I'll do all the work."
Kein stopped, looked at him. "I'd love to, Sir. Not

because of the auction, you know. Just because I want
to."

Mac felt his belly warm. Yes. "Me, too, Kein. I bid

on you because I was drawn to you, strongly drawn.
This is because I want to make love to you. I want to
touch you and make you sing."

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"Can we... I could get us a hotel room or... this is

so..." Sweet, finicky boy.

"You could come home with me."
Kein nodded. "I could."
"We'd better get you dressed, then."
"Yes, Sir." Kein stood, shrugged his shirt back on,

covering the ink.

"What's your safeword?" He watched as Kein put his

jeans on as well.

Kein looked at him. "I think I want a new one.

Something fresh."

"Something that belongs to just us." Mac liked the

idea. He liked that Kein had come up with it.

"Is that okay?"
"I love that idea."
"Leopard." The word was soft. "Do you... are you

involved with someone else?"

"No, I'm not involved with anyone. I'd like to be,

though." He wouldn't have bid on Kein had he been,
wouldn't have initiated their lovemaking.

Kein looked at him. "I can't promise that yet. You

might not like me."

"I might not. Odds are looking good that I will,

though." He reached out, slid his hand through the long,
silky hair.

Kein's eyes closed. They had so much to discuss, so

much to learn about each other.

He pulled the man in close and kissed him.
It was going to be a very enjoyable journey.

***

Kein met Oliver on the way out of the club, his friend

smiling at him. "Leaving so soon?"

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His cheeks heated and he found himself stammering.

"I. I. Yes..."

Mac's hand slid into the small of his back. "Good

evening, Oliver. It looks like the auction is going well
tonight."

"Stunningly, as always. Would you believe there's

been a request to allow the subs to bid on Doms next
year?"

Mac laughed. "You should do it, Oliver. It would be a

hoot."

"Perhaps I will." Oliver smiled at him. "Have a good

evening, dear boy."

"Thank you, Master Oliver." Kein hoped so.
Mac gave Oliver a little salute and then steered Kein

toward the front door. "You will have a good evening,
Kein. I'll see to it."

"Did you want me to ride with you, Sir?" His car was

in the parking lot.

"I'd like that, but if you'd rather follow me in your

car, that would be okay. I do promise to bring you back
here, though. Either later, or in the morning if things go
as well as I hope they will."

"I can ride with you." Xavier took care of the

members. Cared.

Mac smiled and took his hand, squeezed it. "Good.

Although you're a bit of a distraction..."

"I'll be quiet. I promise." Wylie had hated chatter --

in the car, at home. He'd spent long days practicing
being quiet.

Mac looked startled. "I meant because of the way you

look. It was meant to be a compliment." Mac smiled
wryly. "I'm sorry it didn't come out that way. Talking
won't disturb me. Besides, how are we going to get to
know each other better if you don't talk to me?"

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"Oh." He blushed, ducked his head. "It's been a

while."

Mac rubbed Kein's back. "And we're still feeling our

way around each other, hmm?"

"Yes. Yes. It's only been minutes."
"Important ones." Mac stopped by a nice car, turned,

and cupped his face, kissing him softly. "Good ones."

"Oh." He leaned closer, encouraging another of those

kisses.

Mac obliged, feeding him one kiss after another and

only pulling away when a wolf whistle sounded.

His lips felt swollen, achy. Hot.
Mac slowly backed away, tongue swiping across his

lips one last time before the passenger door was opened
for him.

His cock was hard enough that it ached slightly, and

the sensation was delicious.

Climbing into the driver's seat, Mac reached out and

stroked gently down the front of Kein’s jeans. "Very
distracting."

"Oh..." His eyes rolled a bit.
"The very best distraction." Mac patted his thigh and

started the car, heading them into traffic.

"Thank you, Sir." He looked, curious about

everything. The car was clean, luxurious. Mac drove
with a relaxed posture.

"It's not long. I have a condo in the new apartment

complex downtown. It's got an amazing balcony with
loads of greenery."

"Oh, that's nice. I have a little house."
"Whereabouts?" The quiet confidence that Mac

exuded was sexy.

"In the Heights. Nothing fancy, but it's comfortable."
"Nice. I'd like to see it sometime."
"Okay. I redecorated. It's neat inside."

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"Like you, hmm?"
"What? You mean my ink?"
"Literally, yes, but also figuratively." Mac glanced at

him and smiled. "You had to change yourself."

"I'm trying." He smiled back. He was trying to be

someone worth knowing.

"I think you're great." Mac turned into an

underground garage, parking the car.

"Are you into intercourse? Sucking?" He wanted to

know.

"Oh, yes, all of the above. I enjoy sex very much.

You?" They headed for the elevator.

"I used to. I was horny all the time."
"You aren't anymore?"
"Not like I was. I think I was too down to be for a

while. I took antidepressants, too, for a year. They make
things... not work so well."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Mac's hand was warm on his

back, rubbing gently as they got onto the elevator.
"Eleventh floor. I have a nice view of the park across the
street to go with my huge balcony."

"Oh, neat." Kein hummed, leaned into the touch. "It's

been over a year since the pills. I'm... working now."
Which Mac knew, because he'd seen. Duh.

"I don't imagine you'd have come with me if you

weren't." Mac turned him, cupped his face, and looked
into his eyes. "You're a very attractive man, Kein. I'm
turned on by you and I want to make love to you. I want
to do a whole lot more than that to you, but I want to
start there."

Mac was the most intense man he'd ever known.

Ever.

"That sounds delicious."
"Good."

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The elevator stopped, the doors opening. Mac

grabbed his hand and led him down the corridor to the
door marked 1102. The place was fancy, sophisticated,
and Kein knew that he'd never show Mac his little
bungalow. His place was charming at best, goofy at
worst. Nothing like this.

The door opened up to a huge room with high, high

ceilings and lots of white walls.

One entire wall was floor to ceiling windows, the

ones on either end amazing stained glass work. The
walls had several stained glass pieces on them and
nothing else. The furniture was sparse, modern, and
brightly colored.

"Welcome to my home."
"It's beautiful." He felt tiny.
"Thank you. There's a breakfast nook and kitchen

around the corner there, and three bedrooms off the
other hall. One of them is mine, one's my studio, and the
third a guest bedroom." Mac smiled at him. "Do you
want a drink, or will you just come right to my bedroom,
see if we can pick up where we left off at the club?"

"The bedroom is fine, Sir." There weren't any

Christmas decorations up. His own house was filled
with them.

Mac took his hand again and led him down the hall to

the first door on the right.

Not as big as the first room, Mac's bedroom was still

large and open. The large bed almost looked lost, but
there was an easy chair next to a little table by a gas
fireplace across from it. It was more... homey in here.

"I like the fireplace. It's cozy."
"It is. Come see my bed." Mac drew him to the big

bed. The black, grey, and white comforter looked
comfy, inviting.

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"Mmm..." His eyes closed as he touched it. "Soft."

He believed firmly that sheets and blankets should be
super soft.

"Yeah, it is." Mac began to work his buttons open

again. "It'll feel great against your skin."

"Can I?" He reached for Mac's buttons.
"Yes. Please."
"What... what types of things are you into, for a

scene, I mean?" He slipped one button after another out.

"I like pushing boundaries. I like using my hands and

using tools. Paddles, floggers, dildos, vibes. I want to tie
you down and make you feel in a million different
ways."

"Oh..." His fingers curled a bit. He hadn't done much,

really. He'd seen a ton, but he and Wylie hadn't
experimented much.

"Does that excite you or worry you?" Mac pushed the

shirt off his shoulders and started working on his jeans.

Kein stepped out of his shoes. "It excites me. I

haven't. Before, things were different. I was in a
different kind of relationship."

"Oh, I'd assumed he was a Dom." Mac's fingers slid

along Kein's hips as his pants and underwear were
pushed down.

"He was. He just... He wanted me to be pretty and

make his life nice." Secretly, deep inside, Kein thought
Wylie'd wanted a trophy wife.

Mac looked at him for a long moment before asking,

"And what did you get out of it?"

"Sex. A partner. A... reason, I guess?"
"It doesn't sound very fulfilling." Mac's hand were

warm as they wandered around his body.

"I don't know..." He moaned, focus on the touches.
"I want to give you more. If we get together, it'll be

about both of us."

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"I wasn't complaining, honestly. I don't badmouth

people."

"I still want it to be about both of us, Kein. You

deserve to have all your dreams come true."

No, but it was a wonderful thought. He stepped

forward, fingers opening Mac's fly.

"Mmm." Mac tilted his head up, took a soft, intense

kiss.

His fingers slipped over the bulge in Mac's pants. A

low groan was fed into his mouth, Mac pushing against
his hand. Oh, Mac liked that. Kein did it again. Another
moan filled his mouth and Mac found his hips, fingers
wrapping around them.

Kein hummed deep in his throat. "Would you like my

mouth, Sir?"

"Oh, I would." Mac smiled, letting go of one hip to

stroke his face. "I would very much like it."

He knelt in front of Mac, gently pulled the boxer

briefs down. He was good at this.

"God, you're pure sex like that. Do you enjoy giving

blow jobs?"

"I do." He liked doing things that made a difference.
"Good. Then please, go for it." Mac's hand pushed

along his cheek, then into his hair.

Kein took Mac's cock in deep from the get-go, lips

wrapped around the base as he pulled.

"Fuck, yes!" Both of Mac's hands cupped his head.

"Good at that."

He was. The praise felt so good, though, sweet, and

he set himself to working harder, to adoring the cock in
his mouth.

Groans and moans trickled down over him from Mac,

the hands on his head moving through his hair. He deep-
throated, sucking hard, holding his breath.

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"God, Kein. God." The words were like caresses,

sliding over him.

Yes. He felt so lovely, so sensual, like Mac wanted

him.

Mac's hips began to move, the thick cock pushing

deep before pulling away along his tongue. He sucked
on the tip each time it almost escaped.

"Fuck -- that's what's going to kill me."
He moaned around Mac, then doubled his efforts. He

wanted to make this powerful, lovely man wild.

"Shit. Want." The hands on Kein's head tightened,

Mac moving faster, pushing his cock in deeper.

He opened to Mac, offered his throat, his body.
"Gonna come." The words were accompanied by

stronger thrusts, Mac pushing and pushing, and Kein
could feel the thick cock grow even harder as Mac got
closer.

He swallowed hard, again and again and again.
"Kein!" Mac shouted, cock pushing deep as salty heat

flowed down his throat.

He drank Mac down, his cock full and aching,

staining his jeans.

"Mmm." The fingers in his hair loosened, moved

through it. "So good."

He cleaned Mac's cock, tongue sliding over the heavy

flesh.

"Keep me hard, and I'll make sure you feel good,

too."

Kein nodded, focused on gentle, steady suction.
"Okay, enough." Mac encouraged him to stand, hands

warm on his skin.

Buzzing. He was buzzing with need and anticipation,

and it felt so good. Mac took his mouth, tongue
sweeping in, touching him everywhere. He pressed
close, his heart pounding.

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Mac moved him as they kissed, laying him out on the

bed and coming down with him. The comforter was
every bit as soft as it had looked, Mac warm as he came
down on top of Kein. His body moved restlessly, his
need driving him hard. Mac stole his glasses away,
leaning to put them on the nightstand, and then Mac got
both Kein's wrists in one hand and held them up over his
head. Strong fingers slid along Kein's side, and Mac
bent to take one nipple into his mouth.

Oh. Oh, please. He arched, his toes curling.
Mac's teeth closed around his flesh, the sting sharp

and sudden. One leg slid across his, and while he could
still arch, could still wiggle a little bit, he was essentially
caught as effectively as if he'd been in ropes or cuffs.
The sting was perfect, a hint of the sensations he'd
always wanted, and he fought not to cry out so Mac
wouldn't stop.

A low growl sounded and Mac bit again, harder this

time.

"Please!" Oh, God. So good. Nothing had ever been

so good.

Mac's eyes flashed up to meet his gaze. "Let me hear

you."

"Yes, Sir." He nodded, body as taut as a wire.
"Good boy." Still holding his gaze, Mac's fingers slid

across his belly and upward, toward his right nipple. The
pinch came suddenly, followed by a longer twist.

He keened softly, the ache perfect and wonderful.
"God, you're so responsive. What a treasure."
"Thank you." He licked his lips, ass sliding on the

sheets.

Mac smiled and then lowered his head, teeth scraping

and biting at his nipple, fingers pinching and twisting
the other one. He gulped in air, his lungs burning.

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"Needy man. So good." Mac licked his nipple and

then blew across it.

"I... Yes, Sir. Please. I'll be good. Please let me feel."
"So attention starved." The nipple play continued,

even as Mac's free hand slid down to stroke his cock,
cup his balls.

"I'm sorry. I just..." He spread, stretched.
"You have nothing to apologize for." Mac latched

onto his neck, began to suck as the fingers around his
wrists tightened. Those on his balls slid farther back,
searched out his hole.

He arched, offered Mac his body, his need. Mac's

fingers rubbed back and forth across Kein's hole. His
motions slowed, his focus on the sensation. The tip of
Mac's finger pushed into him. He held his breath; he'd
never needed anything so much.

"Breathe," murmured Mac, finger pushing all the way

in, stretching, burning.

His inhalation sounded so fucking loud.
"That's better." Mac's finger slid out, disappeared.
His body tried to follow, tried to keep the touch.
"Need lube." Mac stretched again and grabbed a little

tube of lube, then he pressed back close.

It was the easiest thing to arch up into Mac, bring

their bodies together. Groaning, Mac took his mouth,
devouring him as Mac rubbed against him. He needed.
So badly. So much.

Then that finger was back, only it was slick this time

and Mac pushed it right into him, cool for a second and
then heating quickly.

"Sir..." That pressure was almost perfect.
Mac's finger was long and he pushed it deep, hitting

Kein's gland. His shoulders rolled, his body leaving the
bed.

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"Right there, beauty?" Mac didn't wait for him to

verbalize his answer, just kept nudging that finger
against that spot.

Sounds poured out of him, his eyes staring sightlessly

up at the ceiling.

Mac's fingers tightened around his wrists, squeezing

for a moment. "Hold off on coming as long as you can."

He tried to answer, but he didn't have any breath to

do so.

A second finger went into him, and then a third, Mac

slowly, thoroughly stretching him, driving him wild. His
lips moved as he begged with all he was.

"I'm not going to leave you hanging, beauty. Not

today, not without a reason."

Stretch. Nudge. Slide.
He'd be good. He swore. Promised. Anything.
Those fingers hit his gland over and over, kept

stretching, Mac's gaze holding his, the heat in them
incredible.

"Sir..." He was caught, trapped, so close.
"I want in." Mac's fingers disappeared and the hand

holding his up over his head let go momentarily. Then
Mac was between his legs, both hands holding him
stretched up as the thick cock pushed at his hole.

"Yes." So long. It had been so long. "Please..."
The thick heat spread him wide, kept pushing until he

was so full.

"Oh..." Tears filled his eyes, that pressure

overwhelming.

Mac stilled, looking down at him.
"Please don't stop."
Smiling, Mac nodded, began to move, slowly pulling

out and then pushing back in. So deep. So deep. Kein
squeezed, letting himself feel every inch. Mac groaned,
swallowed, and then repeated the thrust.

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"Yes." He agreed with every fiber of his being.
"Yes. Yes, Kein." One thrust followed another, Mac

moving slowly, methodically, in and out of his body.

"So good. Sir. Yours." He'd give anything for this not

to stop.

"Mine. Oh, Kein." Mac thrust harder, hitting his

gland.

He nodded furiously, hips meeting each thrust. Mac's

mouth closed over his, tongue pushing in, fucking him.
He moaned, pressing into the kiss, opening, letting the
man in. Hips and tongue moved together, making him
Mac's.

His eyes filled with happy tears, the pleasure too big

to hold in. Mac pulled out of the kiss, lips pressing
against his eyes, licking away the tears.

"They're good tears." Good tears.
"Good. Release is good." Mac's hips kept snapping,

kept pushing the thick cock into him over and over.

"Yes. Thank you, Sir." His body found their rhythm

and they started driving together, over and over.

"You're going to come for me. Come so hard."
Yes. Please. He'd give anything. Anything.
One of Mac's hands wrapped around his cock. "Now,

Kein, show me now."

His mouth opened, his ass clenched, and he sobbed,

shooting hard, spunk spraying from him as his balls
emptied.

"Oh, fuck, yes." Mac pumped twenty or thirty more

seconds before crying out and stilling above him, in
him.

All he could do was pant, breathing hard, his entire

body singing. Mac placed kisses over his face, breath
hot on his skin.

"Sir. Thank you." Nothing had ever felt so amazing.

Ever.

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"Mmm. And thank you."
Mac slipped out of him and dealt with the condom,

then came back, bringing him in close. Kein hummed
softly, pressed even closer. He could stay here forever.

"Stay?" Mac asked softly. "We can talk more

tomorrow."

"I'd love that." He kissed Mac's throat. He owed

Oliver a thank you card.

Even if this was the only gift he and Mac shared.

***

Mac woke wrapped around a warm body instead of a

pillow. He hummed happily, arms tightening. The pretty
sleeping treasure in his arms was a fuckable dream,
needy and hungry and wanton.

He couldn't believe someone had squandered this

beauty.

He leaned in and kissed the corner of Kein's mouth.

Kein smiled and pressed closer. "Master."

Mac felt himself preening at that. It sounded good. It

sounded right. "Right here."

The lovely eyes popped open, Kein looking at him.

"You're real."

"I am. Should I pinch you to prove you aren't

dreaming?" He wanted to do a lot more than just pinch.

Kein's soft chuckle didn't answer him nearly as well

as the way the man's cock filled against his thigh. He
found a bit of skin on Kein's hip and pinched. Hard.
Kein's eyes rolled, the lean cheeks flushed with blood.
Sensation starved. Kein was going to be a joy.

He pinched again, fingers flattening after and rubbing

over Kein's hip bone. Kein's body moved for him,
rocked into his touch, eager, languid.

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"I want to make you mine, Kein. I want to tie you up

and do naughty, nasty, dirty things to you."

Those eyes stared at him. "Please."
"Yes." He brought their mouths together, sealing

their words with a long kiss.

Kein hummed into his lips, arching into Mac's body

and rubbing against him.

"Wanton." Mac thought maybe Kein was going to be

horny all the time again.

"I can't help it."
"It wasn't a complaint, Kein. Just the opposite, in

fact."

Who had made this beautiful, sensual man feel like

he was too much trouble? Mac wanted to erase every
memory of this ex from Kein, have that beautiful heart
focused on someone who wanted to make Kein sing. On
him.

He kissed Kein again, his fingers dragging over the

lovely skin. He made sure to use his nails, to mix up the
gentle with the rough. Each touch offered him up little
sounds, little moans and whispers and whimpers. He
reveled in each one and kept touching, kept working to
bring more of them out.

He could see that no one had explored the depths of

this passion, and he was going to drink every ounce of it
in.

"Don't move," he whispered, sliding away.
He went to his nightstand, pulling open the drawer,

looking for some ropes, some cuffs, something to tie
Kein down with. He had nice, heavy leather cuffs, a
cock ring. Oh. Ankle straps. There'd be a spreader bar
close. He took them all out, found the spreader bar, and
headed back for the bed. He would show Kein exactly
what being his submissive would be like, could be like.

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Kein, as he'd demanded, hadn't moved, but rested,

spread for him.

"Stunning." He would make sure that Kein always

knew how impressed he was, how much he liked what
he saw.

He received one of those smiles, Kein's eyes sharp,

focused on him.

"I have a few things for us to begin with this

morning." He held up the cock ring and leather cuffs to
begin with.

Kein's lips parted, and a perfect, clear drop of pre-

come formed on the tip of that pretty cock.

"And these. For your ankles." He showed Kein the

ankle cuffs, the spreader bar.

"Oh. I haven't worn a bar."
"Keeps your legs apart, open for me." He put the stuff

on the bed, slid his fingertip along the top of Kein's
cock.

Kein nodded, toes curling at his touch. "I've seen

them."

"And today you'll wear one."
Kein nodded again, held his gaze. "Yes, Sir."
"The only question is, where do I start -- ankles or

wrists?"

"What would excite you more?" Kein might be out of

practice and might never have truly had a Master, but it
was obvious he knew instinctively what to do.

"The ankles. There's something wicked about starting

from the bottom up."

"I love that word."
"Which one? Bottom?" Mac couldn't help but tease a

little.

Kein grinned at him. "Yes! It's a happy-sounding

word."

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Mac laughed and cupped Kein's balls, rolling them

between his fingers.

"Mmm..." Kein arched, body bowing up in a lovely,

smooth arc.

"God, every move you make is pure sex." Fingers

pushing back behind Kein's balls, he rubbed at the sweet
little hole.

Hot and swollen, the tiny ring of muscle tempted him

to touch, to explore. He worked the tip of his finger
inside, wriggling it around. Kein's soft little moan was
nothing but pleasure. Mac could get so lost in Kein's
pleasure, distracted by it. Which sometimes he would go
with. Today he had a bit of an agenda.

He forced himself to stop teasing and focused on

putting the ankle cuffs onto Kein.

Kein watched him, lips open, eyes heavy-lidded. "Oh.

So hot."

"You are." He took his time putting the ankle cuffs

on, fingers sliding on Kein's skin.

"I always wanted to try..."
"What? What did you always want to try?" He closed

the cuffs.

"This. Those."
What had the other Dom done?
"Maybe I'm a mind reader, then." Maybe he just

cared to do anything at all to this beautiful, sensual man.

Kein chuckled. "Maybe. Maybe I'm just easy."
Mac grinned. "That works for me."
"Do I? Work for you? I mean, so far?" Kein turned

bright pink. "I mean, I'm not fishing. I mean, I am,
but..."

He wrapped his hand around Kein's foot. "You do.

You very much do."

"Yeah? Thank God."

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"Or Oliver, who's close enough." He gave Kein a

wink.

"That works. Thank Oliver." Kein started laughing --

real, deep, genuine laughter that made Mac smile.

God, that was a beautiful sound, too. Mac was in a

little deep already, but he had a hunch it would be okay.

Kein sat up, brought their lips together. He put his

hand behind Kein's head and deepened the kiss, made it
his own. Made Kein his own.

Kein opened to him, lips parting to allow him in. He

tasted Kein, licking the man's teeth, sucking on that
tongue. He could hear the rattle of the ankle chains as
Kein moved restlessly.

Ending the kiss, he grabbed the spreader bar. "Now,

here comes the dirty part."

"Dirty?"
"You know, nasty, dirty, really wicked." He showed

the spreader bar and then attached it to the first ankle
cuff.

"Wicked. I've never been called wicked."
"Oh, you are, though. You can be. You will be. With

me." He started spreading Kein's legs apart.

"Promise?"
He smiled. "Yes. I do."
"Good." The sweet boy was spread wide, exposed for

him.

He attached the spreader bar to the other cuff. Now

he could look at his leisure.

"Mmm, so very pretty." He sat next to Kein and

stroked his finger along the sensitive little hole,
watching it contract and ease at his touch. He admired
the heavy sac, the nest of curls that were so carefully
trimmed.

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He slipped the cock ring on, and then he touched as he
continued to admire, making sure Kein had plenty of
sensations to enjoy. The tiny, clear drops of pleasure
were slipping out, pooling on the flat belly. Bending, he
licked Kein's tummy clean, moaning at the man's flavor.

Kein cried out softly when Mac's stubbled cheek

brushed the tip of that needy prick, so he did it again.
And again. He was going to have to try sounds next, fill
this sweet cock with silver. Hell, he was going to have
to make himself a whole fucking list of things he wanted
to do to Kein.

Groaning, Mac grabbed the man's hands and pulled

them up until the long fingers wrapped around his
headboard. His. His skin. His tight little nipples. His
mouth. Soon everyone would know.

"I'm going to put a tattoo of my own on you. More

than one. I'm going to mark you as mine." He cuffed
Kein's wrists to the headboard.

Kein shuddered, and he could read excitement in

every line of that sweet body. "You'll have to make sure
I can cover them up if you leave me."

"I'm not him, Kein. You know that. You can feel

that." He pinched one of Kein's nipples.

"I know. I know." Kein's toes curled.
"Good." He let the word growl out, let it be a caress

of its own.

"Oh..." Kein's eyes closed, sweet body rippling.
He ran his hand down along the stretched body, his

fingers dancing over Kein's sides, and then Kein's inner
thighs.

"My pretty Christmas angel..." He murmured the

words, stroking as he spoke. "I'm going to help you fly."
He slicked up his fingers and teased one into Kein's ass.

"Already have." Kein hummed for him, body

welcoming him in.

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"Fly again, then." He slid the finger in and out,

moving slowly.

"Please. It's been perfect having you."
"No, it's been perfect having you." Mac winked at

Kein, added another finger.

Kein's legs tried to move again, the cuffs jingling.
"Isn't that delicious? Not being able to put your legs

together, or stretch them apart any farther?"

"Yes. Yes, exciting."
"Good." He took Kein's balls into his hands, rolling

them gently. "I could do anything I want to you."

Kein looked at him. "Oliver trusts you. Xavier, too.

You won't damage me."

"I won't -- I have never once broken a Christmas

present, and I'm not about to start now." He let go of
Kein's balls and moved to pinch one nipple. "I might
bend and twist you a little, though..."

"I... Oh..." Kein stretched a little. "I'm bendy."
That had him laughing, happy. "Good. Then I

definitely won't break you."

"No." Kein chuckled, winked. "That would make

Santa mad."

"It would. Can't have that. Not after he brought me

the best gift ever." He leaned in again, took another kiss
from Kein's beautiful mouth.

"We're basking." Kein smiled warmly at him.
"There are worse things to do first thing in the

morning, first thing in a new relationship. But you want
to feel, don't you?" He grabbed onto the spreader bar
and pushed lightly, forcing Kein's knees back toward his
chest, which rolled the man's ass up for him.

Kein jerked, pulled against the cuffs. "I can't help it."
"I don't want you to 'help it,' I want you to want every

sensation I give to you. Every single one." He smacked
what he could reach of Kein's right ass cheek.

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"Sir!" Kein looked shocked.
"Yes?" He smacked the other ass cheek while he said

it.

Kein's lips opened, closed, cheeks flushed a deep red.

"Please."

"Mmm. It will be my -- no, our -- pleasure."
Mac started spanking, firm, steady blows that were

meant to sensitize, arouse, not hurt. Kein responded like
he'd never been spanked, shifting and gasping, then
pushing into his touch.

Amazing. Kein had never had a top before. There

was just no way. Not a real one.

He pushed the bar a little more, rolling Kein's hips,

exposing more of the sweet cheeks for him to slap.

"Oh. Oh, God... Burns." The words didn't sound like

complaints in the least.

He spread his hand so his fingers hit individually, one

of them smacking across Kein's hole.

"Fuck!" The single obscenity sounded wrong from

his angel's lips.

"What would you do if I gagged you, Angel?"
"I... Be... be quiet, I guess?"
Mac licked at Kein's lower lip. "Would you like it?"
"I've never tried."
"Oh, there's so much for us to discover together. For

now, though, I want to hear the sounds you make."

"Yes, Sir." Kein moaned for him, nodded.
"I love hearing that, too." Sir just seemed right

coming out of Kein's mouth.

"Thank you, Sir. I try to be polite."
"I'd rather you just be." He smacked Kein's ass again,

and again.

Kein gasped, legs pulling at the spreader bar. It was

sexy, the way Kein wriggled on the bed, caught by him.

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His blows turned the sweet bubble butt a deep, rosy red,
and Kein was crying out, jerking against his bonds. Mac
grabbed hold of Kein's ass and squeezed, his fingers
pushing into the abused flesh. The skin went white for a
second, then a dark red as the blood flooded back in.
Groaning, he did it again, then scraped with his nails.
Kein's body rippled, almost pulling out of his grip.

"Very nice." He was all but purring, Kein's reactions

turning him on, making hard.

"Th...thank you, Sir." So polite.
He grabbed the lube and slicked up his fingers,

rubbed them against Kein's hot little hole. The tiny ring
of muscles seemed to kiss the tips of his fingers. Kein's
cock jerked, got a little wet at the top. He slipped one of
his fingers inside.

"Sir." That was a perfectly satisfied sound.
He pushed his finger deeper, pressed it against Kein's

gland. Those lovely lips parted and Kein's eyes rolled.
Mac wriggled a second finger in alongside the first,
stretching them wide. Accepting him easily, Kein's body
began to open up, to relax for him.

"So pretty. So hot." He didn't think Kein was used to

hearing compliments, used to receiving them, though the
man deserved every single one of them.

"Want you. Thank you, Sir."
"You're going to have me. As soon as I've opened

you up." Which could take all morning long. He was
going to make sure this lovely, needy man never felted
unwanted again.

He let his two fingers slip and slide, stretch and twist.

He opened Kein, pushed against Kein's gland. Kein met
his touch, body trying to move for him.

"That's it, my beautiful man."
Each compliment seemed to send Kein higher, each

touch affected the lovely body more. He slid in another

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finger, stretching Kein open wider. He listened to the
harsh panting, watched the flush crawl up Kein's belly.

God, he was hard. He wanted to sink into Kein's

body, take it, fuck Kein into oblivion. First, he needed to
melt the man into a boneless mass.

"Master." The single word was a mere whisper.
He groaned, pulling out his fingers, the need to be

buried inside Kein's body overpowering.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, please."
"You didn't do anything wrong, Angel. I just need to

be inside you."

"Oh... oh, good." That sorry, the sensitivity, made

him growl.

"You'll know when I'm unhappy with you, Kein.

Believe me." He put a condom on his cock and stroked
some lube onto it, contemplating how best to take his
lover.

"I will?" Those eyes were huge, excited, hungry.
"Oh, yes, you will. And I will punish you when

you've disobeyed, make no mistake." He would make
sure as much sensation as possible was involved, too.

"I won't."
One day Kein would. One day Kein would trust in

them, in him, enough to disobey, and it would be
stunning.

"We'll see. In the meantime, I want you."
Kein nodded, hands clenched around the headboard

slats. He grabbed hold of Kein's ankles and pushed them
back, Kein's knees landing against his shoulders before
Mac had the room to nudge his cock into Kein's body.
The spreader bar was cold against Mac's chest, but
Kein's body was like a fire around the tip of his cock.

He could feel the tiny motions of Kein's hips, the way

they tried to move.

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"You want me just as much as I want you." They

were well matched. He pushed his hips forward, sinking
in another inch or so.

"Yes. Yes, Sir. Please."
"God, you're so tight, so hot." He pushed in a little

farther, moaning.

"I haven't made love in a while."
"You were waiting for me." It might be soon, and it

might be corny, but the words felt true. He and Kein felt
true.

"Yes. Yes, I want that to be it."
"And so do I, which I do believe makes it so." As he

spoke, he sank the rest of the way into Kein's body.

Those tight muscles held him close, held him in,

rippled around his cock. Groaning, he moved his hips in
a little circle, moving his cock inside Kein's body
without actually coming out at all.

"Oh." Kein's body tightened, gripped him.
"Yeah, I'm here. Inside you." He could feel the heat

of Kein's ass burning against his thighs.

"Yes, Sir. Inside me."
"Yes." He pulled partway out, pushed back in.
Kein moaned, bound legs shaking.
"You okay?" He thrust in again.
"Uh-huh..."
"Good." He started moving slowly, pushing into

Kein's body again and again.

There was nothing like having that pressure around

his cock, knowing that a sub was bound and ready for
him.

The silky heat caressed his cock as he kept thrusting,

fucking Kein's ass. The spreader bar pressed against
Mac's chest, keeping his engine revved. It was doing it
for Kein, too, he could tell. Tears were escaping Kein's

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eyes -- slow drops, but the look on Kein's face wasn't
sad. It was pure need and bliss.

Mac's heart went out to the obviously touch-and

affection-starved man. If he hadn't already been in
deeper than he'd ever been, that would have done it.

He worked his hips faster, cock pushing in hard with

every thrust.

"Master..." Kein's muscles tightened, jerked.
"That's right. I'm your Master, your Sir."
"Oh, God. Master. My Master..."
"Yes. Yes!" He humped harder, fingers moving down

to the cock ring. He wanted Kein to come on his cock.
Kein cried out for him, abs tightening, body sliding over
his prick. He undid the ring, freeing Kein. "Come for
me, Angel, I want to feel you around my prick."

"Yes. Master. My Sir..." He nudged Kein's balls and

seed poured from the man, spraying over Kein's chest
and face.

He could feel every moment of Kein's orgasm around

his cock. His fingers traced Kein's hip, the heat of the
sweet ass. He began to move again, slow movements,
stretching Kein's pleasure. Kein licked the come-
spattered lips, moaned.

"Yes, beautiful. Delicious."
"Yours. For Christmas."
"I want you for more than just Christmas, my Angel."

He was sure of that. As sure as he was that he needed to
breathe.

"Oh..." That sweet body squeezed him, the pressure

making his eyes roll.

Moaning, he jerked and filled the condom, Kein

drawing his orgasm from him. He wanted to just slump
down, but he knew he couldn't, so he let Kein's legs
down.

"How are you feeling?"

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"Like a dream has come true."
"Mmm. I like being your dream." Mac slid his hands

along Kein's legs, massaging them.

"Oh..." Kein hummed, the look on the beautiful face

blissful.

He worked from the top of Kein's thighs on down,

slipping the spreader bar from the ankle cuffs and then
taking those off as well.

"Thank you, Sir."
He kissed one ankle in reward for the words. "You're

welcome, my Angel."

"Your angel." Warm eyes shone down at him. "I like

that."

He unhooked Kein's hands, removed the cuffs and

massaged Kein's wrists. "Good. Because I'm keeping
you."

"Swear it?"
"I do -- I wouldn't lie to an angel."

***

Oliver settled in his chair, Jack to his right, and

relaxed.

It felt like the first time he'd had a chance to do so in

an age. The Christmas auction had gone very well this
year, but it still took all his attention. Then came
Christmas, which he and Jack hosted every year at their
place, and more friends than ever had joined them.

After that, Jack had needed a firm hand and plenty of

attention.

Tonight, though, there were no responsibilities here

at the club. It was New Year's Eve, and he could sit back
and celebrate it along with everyone else. He stretched
his legs out, smiled over at his dear boy, winked. "So,
my love, do you have any resolutions?"

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"I don't suppose 'scream more' would really count,

would it?" Jack's eyes twinkled at him, looking so very
happy.

"I think that's a fabulous resolution." He loved how

his boy threw himself into their lovemaking.

Jack beamed, laughed. "Then that's what it is. What

about you, Master?"

"I am perfectly happy, sweet love." He drew Jack

close, took a kiss that promised to leave them both
breathless. Jack opened up to him, his boy's happiness
and love surrounding him.

A sudden buzz went around the room, a quiet hum as

someone came in. They both turned, looked, and Oliver
felt his eyebrows rise into his hairline.

Kein looked... transformed. Truly. Mac looked fine

and studly in full leather regalia, his arm wrapped
possessively around Kein's waist. He was smiling into
Kein's face, looking as if he wasn't aware of anything
other than the beautiful sub.

"Oh, Master..." Jack cuddled up next to him.
"Look at that." He chuckled. "Someone looks happy."

Thank the heavens.

Xavier's low laugh sounded beside them. "Indeed. It

looks like you've played Santa Claus yet again, Master
Oliver."

"If anyone deserved a Christmas present, it was Kein,

hmm?"

Xavier nodded. "I'll get the champagne, Sir. There's

more than just the New Year to celebrate."

Jack hugged his arm tight. "I have the best Master in

the entire world."

He snorted, but was pleased. "I just knew when to

push."

Mac finally looked away from Kein long enough to

notice them, and he waved, started coming over.

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Kein met his eyes, the pretty blue lit up and glowing.

"Master Oliver. Happy New Year."

"It does seem to be one, doesn't it?"
"I can't remember a better one." Mac looked like he

was going to burst with happiness, with pride.

His Jack bounced. "Oh. Oh, Kein, you look so

happy!"

"I am. I'm home." Kein's fingers twined with Mac's.
Mac looked at Kein again. "My Angel."
"Yes, Master. Yours."
Oh, lovely. Perfectly lovely.
Xavier returned with two little twinks carrying trays

of champagne glasses.

"Happy New Year, everyone!"
Mac took one glass and Oliver took two. They

toasted one another, then Mac took a sip, leaning to
offer the drink to his lover.

Jack sighed softly next to him. "Oh, look at that. It's

the perfect way to start the New Year."

"No, Jack." He waited until his lover, his boy, his

Jack, turned to him, his eyes fastening on those sweet,
champagne-damp lips. "This is."

End

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