Masked
Copyright © 2011 by Lissa Matthews
Cover Art by Valerie Tibbs
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Masked
Lissa Matthews
The man was back again tonight. For the past five
weekends, he'd been there, watching from behind his black
mask. Since Abyss' Halloween House opened, the masked
man had been watching Thor's every move and what Thor
couldn't figure out, was why. Why did the man stand there,
his eyes unwavering, sometimes for hours on end? The
man didn't leave, didn't go to the bar for a drink, didn't go
upstairs to the private rooms. No, he simply stood outside
the ropes of Thor's flogging station and watched.
Thor looked around the downstairs, or at least as far as
he could see from his station. He hated Halloween parties.
And that's what the whole month of weekends in October
were. One big Halloween party. Lifestylers, kinksters, and
goths of all kinds flocked to the two-century old three-story
house on the outskirts of town. One of the partners in Abyss
had bought it, had it gutted and renovated to be the perfect
kinky playground. It was opened up each year for the month
of October and people came from all over the state,
sometimes from out of state to play in its upscale turned
haunted environment.
During the week it was a haunted house open to the
public, all aspects of BDSM and fetish play hidden or
disguised so as not to offend any vanilla sensibilities, but
on the weekends? On the weekends it was where Abyss
clientele and their friends gathered to indulge their
deviances and play.
Three flogging stations, the violet wand and fire play
station, and one of the bars all occupied the first floor. The
second floor had at one time held four bedrooms, but now it
housed only three separate rooms. To the right of the
staircase, were two of the original bedrooms. One was
used for storage and the other housed the second bar. To
the left, was what used to be the other two bedrooms now
converted into one large room for dancing. The third floor
held the massage room and three small private rooms.
Once upon a time, the upper floor had been attic storage,
but the renovations had included turning the one large
space into four small, well equipped and functional rooms.
Each floor had two bathrooms as well.
Thor's play area was located in a room adjacent to the
bar on the first floor. Practitioners were not allowed to drink
and neither were those that signed up to be used and toyed
and played with. A computer system had been installed in
the house as well as an electronic sign-up and when
someone was carded at the bar, it was logged into the
house's system. If one of those someone's tried to sign up
at a play station, their name was flagged as having been
purchasing alcoholic beverages. It was house policy and
taken seriously. Alcohol impaired judgment and the last
thing anyone needed was a tipsy or outright drunk patron
strapped down to a table for hot wax play or a spanking
bench for a whipping.
His St. Andrew's cross and sawhorse complete with eye
hooks for both ankle and wrist cuffs were set up in what
used to be the formal parlor. Thor loved the house and
wished that Abyss could move there permanently, but the
partners owned a warehouse in a quaint, artsy section of
town that worked very well for the needs of the club's
members on a regular basis.
He turned to Mick, the other dominant who shared the
room with him. They helped one another set up and take
down, cuff people, and double team flog when it was
requested. Sharing space and skills also allowed each of
them time to take a break when needed. "Do you have
anyone left on the list?"
Mick flipped through the electronic sign-up log and
shook his head. "No, I think we're done. Seems to be an
early one tonight."
Thor was glad of that actually. He would be able to get
home before three and into bed before dawn. Truth was,
he'd been dragging the last couple of weeks and his
weekday job as a construction worker was suffering. He
couldn't pinpoint why other than he had a pretty active
weekend life that was sapping all his energy. If he had the
time, he could sleep for a week and probably still not catch
up.
Abyss was a volunteer gig. He didn't have to do it, but he
loved it, felt alive in a way he couldn't explain when he was
wielding a flogger or a whip. He didn't have a regular play
partner and he wouldn't give up the chance at the small bit
of play, however controlled, that the club provided as an
outlet.
Out of the corner of his eye, Thor saw the masked man
shift from one foot to the other, the movement hinting at
impatience. He wanted something. Thor just couldn't figure
out what. There was a familiarity about the man that
stumped him, but for the life of him, Thor couldn't put his
finger on it to save his life. He'd lain in bed for weeks trying
to figure out how and where he knew the masked man from.
He packed up his floggers and loaded his paddles in his
bag, cleaned up the table and wiped down the cross one
last time. He would leave it until later in the week when he
would need it at the warehouse again.
When he couldn't put it off any longer, Thor crossed over
the rope, effectively causing the man to take a few steps
back. The look that passed between them was one of
immediate hunger and lust. It hit Thor, straight and solid as
any physical blow to his gut and the force of it shocked him.
The man's face had been covered with the same black
leather mask all month. The only part that was visible was
his clean shaven jaw and full lips that held a brand of
sensuality which gripped Thor right between his legs. He
wore two gold hoops through his earlobes and Thor
wondered if they were part of his black roguish costume
tonight of tight, hip-hugging pants, knee-high boots, and
flowing pirate-style shirt opened to reveal a good portion of
his chest, or if they were part of him all the time. The eye
cut-outs framed thick, dark lashes, but the low light of the
room kept Thor from being able to tell the color of his eyes.
He was nearly as tall as Thor and while not quite as
broad, he looked solid enough. Straight, dark hair brushed
the nape of his neck and secretly Thor smiled. There was
enough there to grab hold of from above or behind. He was
exactly the type of man Thor liked. Which was odd, even for
him. Thor very, very rarely ever indulged his preference for
men. Oh, he liked women well enough, dated them, loved
fucking them, but his preference was and always had been
men. He wanted a male lover, a male play partner, but he'd
kept that a well-guarded secret. However, this man in the
mask turned him on, made him hard inside the leather
pants he wore, and Thor cursed, knowing tonight his secret
would come out. He'd deal with any questions later, for now,
though...
"Do I know you?" Thor hoped his voice didn't give his
sudden surprise and arousal away.
"Yes."
The man's voice was raspy and unsteady, but he didn't
cower or look away. Thor gave him props for that. Up close,
Thor knew he was an intimidating sight, with his big build
and long hair, so that the man didn't falter filled Thor with a
pride he didn't quite understand. "I can't seem to place you
with the mask on. Take it off?"
"No. I'm not ready for that yet."
The next question simply begged to be asked and Thor
couldn't resist the lure of what the answer might be. "What
are you ready for?"
A slow, sensual smile formed on the man's lips. Thor
could come just from looking at those lips and that smile.
The man was every sexual fantasy Thor had about men and
the mystery surrounding his identity only made him more
so.
"A spanking," came the soft reply.
Oh yeah. Thor could get on board with that. "Go on."
"I've watched you give floggings to everyone who has
come to you all month, longer even. I want something
different, something more&personal."
The last word was added so softly, Thor almost hadn't
caught it. "All right. Continue."
The man's eyes shuddered closed for a moment, his
only sign of hesitation, before he opened them to meet
Thor's gaze again. Something had changed, shifted in that
brief second of time. The smile was gone, but the intensity
in the air between them only ratcheted up. The mystery man
was tying Thor into all kinds of knots.
"I want you to take me upstairs to the private rooms and
spank me."
"I doubt any rooms would be available. They are
reserved rather early in the month." Though if he pushed it,
he could get them access to private space the owner kept
under lock and key for special circumstances. For this man,
he might just push it.
"I reserved one the first weekend for tonight in the hope
that&" He swallowed and shifted. "Please say yes, Thor."
Shit. The man had initiative. Thor loved that in a sub. Not
to mention, what dominant could resist their heart's desire
saying please? And right then, right there, the man wearing
the black mask was just that. There was no fucking way he
was going to say no. "By all means then, lead the way."
The man turned and Thor followed, one foot in front of
the other. His gaze never looked away from the sight of the
masked man's ass as he took each stair upward. The
pants stretched tight across his lean hips and Thor's mouth
watered at the knowledge he'd be touching that ass soon.
A few minutes later they were standing in front of the
private room at the far end of the narrow hallway on the third
floor. Before they walked in, Thor stopped the man by
putting a hand on his arm. The contact seared him and
nearly had him yanking his hand away. The connection
between them was strong in ways Thor couldn't explain and
didn't want to think about. "What's your name? At least tell
me that."
The man lowered his eyes and chewed on his bottom lip
before answering. For that small interval of time, Thor
expected him to deny the request.
"Bobby," he answered softly.
Thor nodded calmly, though his mind was flipping
through every memory for anyone named Bobby. He didn't
have one, had never even met a Bobby as far as he knew.
Why then did this man seem so familiar? "Thank you. You
may open the door now."
Nervousness swamped him in a way he'd not
experienced since that very first time with a man more than
ten years ago. Dominance came natural to him, his skills
with floggers and whips had been honed to perfection
under the tutelage of a friend and mentor, but this feeling of
excited arousal was quickly spiraling him outside his
comfort zone.
Bobby walked into the room and stood in the center of it
while Thor looked him over from head to toe. He closed the
door behind him and leaned back against it.
"Turn and look at me," Thor said quietly, not in a whisper
but not in normal tones either. He felt the growing calm
inside, his control falling back into place. He could do this,
for Bobby and for himself without losing his mind in the lust
swarming through his blood. "You want a spanking?"
"Yes."
"Bare assed?" Thor stalked toward him, each step full of
purpose and loud with his boots on the wood floor.
"Yes."
"Bare handed?" The duffle landed with a soft thud on the
end of the full-size mattress, the headboard of which sat
against one wall. On one side of the bed was a spanking
bench, dark walnut wood and padded red leather arm and
knee rests. On the other side was a chest of drawers. Toys,
plugs, lubes, oils, cuffs, collars and a variety of other fun
and torturous implements were housed there. When the
rooms were designed, they were created to be soundproof.
Thor had yet to test that out, but perhaps tonight would be
the perfect opportunity.
"Yes."
"Hmmm." Thor nodded. "What about a paddle? Say,
one like mine from downstairs. Long, thick polished wood
with holes in different places. Would you like that?"
Red tinted what Thor could see of Bobby's cheeks and
his eyes widened. Was it fear? Thor stared into the dark
orbs and realized that no, it wasn't fear. At least not the kind
of fear that would keep Bobby from saying yes to the
paddle. It was the kind of fear a submissive felt when they
might not get something they deeply desired, when the
whim of the dominant might lead them in a completely
different direction.
"Yes, but..."
Thor walked around him, let his gaze run over the other
man at leisure. What would his ass feel like clutching Thor's
cock? What would his mouth feel like as Thor poured his
seed down his throat? What would it feel like to take this
man over and over again until both were so sated they
couldn't walk, much less remember their own names? What
would it feel like to sleep with a man when he hadn't slept
with one in so long he ached to think about it?
"But what, Bobby?
Bobby licked his lips and Thor wanted that tongue in his
mouth, kissing him deeply. He wanted that tongue licking at
his balls and the shaft of his dick. And as much as he liked
women, the forbidden lust for a man held him enthralled,
held his interest unlike anything he'd ever known. Only one
woman had caught his eye in recent memory, but she was
off-limits to him and in reality, he was fine with that.
Especially in light of this, of Bobby.
He lifted his eyes and looked straight at Thor. "But I want
to feel your hands on me."
Thor wanted that too. More than his next breath, more
than his next anything. He wanted to touch the man who
pushed his lust and hunger to their limits. He didn't know the
man from Adam, at least not that he could pinpoint, but his
body, his gut knew him and that really was all Thor needed
right now.
"Then strip. Everything off." Thor backed away from
Bobby and turned. He didn't trust himself at the moment. He
wanted to rip Bobby's clothes off him, wanted to push him
down on the bed, and mount him. Bobby hadn't said he
wanted that though, only that he wanted a spanking.
At the door, Thor flipped a switch. It would light up a bulb
in the hallway above the door to let others know the room
was occupied. There was also a window in the door that he
slid the covering from. Both the light and the viewing
window were safety measures, however the window was
also there for voyeurs. Everyone who used the rooms knew
others could peer in and look at anytime, but no one could
walk in and join unless invited.
When he turned around, Bobby was naked, his cock
hard and the crown, a very deep reddish purple. The length,
nice. The width, impressive. He'd love to see that cock with
a cock and ball device. He'd love to see that sexy mouth
with a ball gag stretching the lips. He'd love to see the legs
spread with a spreader bar, the wrists cuffed, a plug
inserted deep in that ass. All of this he'd love to see while
flogging Bobby, making him tremble, moan, and hunger.
For now though, he'd settle for what Bobby asked of
him&a bare hand to bare ass spanking. Thor promised
himself he'd try to keep his erection from breaking through
his leather pants and counted to ten in an effort to stop his
mind from directing his hand to reach out and wrap itself
around Bobby's cock.
"Get on the bed, on your hands and knees, ankles on the
edge of the mattress." The order was immediately followed.
Thor took his bag from the bed and put it on the floor. "Have
you ever been spanked, Bobby?"
"Yes, but not by a man."
Thor shuddered in anticipation. He'd be the first man to
touch Bobby. God. "Why now? Why me?" As he asked the
questions, he lightly stroked one of his hands over Bobby's
ass. The flesh trembled beneath his touch and with his
other hand Thor had to adjust his cock. He couldn't
remember being so aroused.
Bobby looked over his shoulder and Thor saw smoky
heat, lust, desire staring at him. It had been a long time
since he'd had a man under him, had a man's ass
swallowing his cock and fucking back against him. He
wouldn't have that this time, but damn if he wouldn't spend
the rest of the night after he got home thinking and
dreaming about it.
"I can't stop thinking about you. I watch you every time I
come to Abyss. I can't help it. I want you."
Thor nodded. It was enough. "I'm going to give you a
safe word and a safe signal. Sometimes a word can't be
heard, can't be uttered by the bottom, so I'm going to give
you a signal as well. Mask is your word. Three slaps to the
bed is your signal. Either one will cease the play. Do you
understand?"
"Yes. Mask or three slaps to the bed. I understand."
Thor said nothing further and gave no warning, only lifted
his hand and slammed it down on Bobby's left ass cheek.
Bobby's back arched and he moaned as his eyes closed.
He turned his head back around, faced forward and
lowered it to the bed. He now rested on his forearms which
effectively lifted his ass higher. Thor might have had issues
with this as he'd instructed Bobby to his hands and knees
to begin with, but Thor wouldn't say anything this time,
especially since Bobby opened his legs wider as he settled
deeper into the bed. The result was a clearer view of
Bobby's heavy balls.
Thor spanked Bobby's right ass cheek, smiling when the
red heat glowed so nicely against the pale flesh. His legs
were tan, his arms and back tanned also, but his ass, upper
thighs and pelvic area were all pale. Bobby didn't sunbathe
nude and something about that made Thor very happy.
His hand made contact again, and again, and again until
the spanking was a continuous pelting staccato echoing
through the room. He stopped only long enough to wipe the
sweat from his brow and to re-tie his hair into a ponytail
after long strands had worked themselves loose to hang in
his eyes.
The heat radiating from Bobby's ass had Thor wanting to
groan. Instead, he leaned down and licked at the skin,
feeling the heat against his tongue. He stood slowly and
began to massage Bobby's lower back, his hips, his
reddened ass. Bobby relaxed under his touch and Thor
smiled. This was something he did for all those that he
played with, but it was different with this particular partner,
more intimate, personal.
He lifted his hand and laid it hard against the lower edge
of Bobby's behind, right in the middle of the two cheeks,
down close to his balls, close enough that Bobby jerked,
moaned and then pushed back, silently seeking more. Thor
gave it. Another hard slap to the same place, and another
and Bobby was begging.
"Please."
Thor laid his hand against Bobby's balls, lightly tapping
them with the pads of his fingers. "Please what?"
Bobby groaned and tried to push himself further into
Thor's hand.
"More. Don't stop, please. I need more."
In his tone, Thor heard it. It was a need, but for
something Thor didn't quite understand. "Why do you need
more?"
"I want you. I shouldn't. For reasons& I shouldn't want you
so much, but I do."
Thor spanked him again, twice on each cheek. "Why
shouldn't you want me?"
"F&friends. And you're a man."
Bobby's ass got another slap, harder this time until
Thor's hand stung and Bobby's moan was long and drawn
out, bordering on a cry. "We have friends in common?"
"Yes."
Thor would let his brain ponder that one later, try to find
the other puzzle pieces that fit. Right now he wanted to
concentrate on the second part of Bobby's statement. "Why
is it wrong for you to want a man?"
"The way I was raised. My parent's voices in my head
telling me it's not right, not natural for a man to want another
man."
Thor's palm was itching to slap Bobby's ass again,
harder and harder, but he couldn't. Not right then when
sudden anger infused him. Ignorance, intolerance. Thor
hated it. People should be allowed to decide for
themselves, grow up believing their own way. Sure,
guidance was one thing, but telling others it was wrong to
want or believe in something just because they themselves
do not&that's what was wrong.
At the same time, the voice in Thor's head piped up. He
kept it a secret, too, his liking of men as sexual partners, as
lovers. He did it because of society, of what people would
think.
Pot meet Kettle.
All that would have to change though, for both of them.
Thor wanted Bobby, mutual friends, family, and society be
damned. He wanted him and he was going to have him.
"Turn around." Thor's voice was tight, hunger threading
through with determination. Bobby lifted and turned on his
hands and knees, coming around to eye level with Thor's
zipper. With a gentle hand, Thor pet Bobby's hair. "You
wanted my hand. Do you also want my cock?"
"Yes."
Again, an answer given without hesitation. Bobby might
have been told he shouldn't want a man, but deep down,
Thor didn't think he believed it. Or, at least he was fighting
against it, trying to find out on his own what he believed for
himself, what was right for him.
Thor unsnapped and unzipped his leathers. He pushed
them over his hips, just enough to get his cock out,
breathing a sigh of relief at the freedom. "Take me," he
said, his thumb and forefinger gripping the base, angling it
downward.
And, Bobby did, swallowing Thor's cock whole in one
smooth move. A man might not have ever spanked him, but
Thor knew by the way Bobby wrapped his tongue around
the sensitive crest, he'd sucked a man before. Thor knew
by the way Bobby relaxed his throat and pulled every inch of
the shaft into his mouth that he'd given blowjobs, and more
than just one.
The tug, the pull, the draw all gave testament to Bobby's
experience, his eagerness to please, his pure pleasure in
giving. Thor wondered if Bobby was merely a bottom, just
into the play aspect, or if he was a submissive looking for a
Dominant and craving more from the lifestyle than a little
kinky release.
He wanted to ask, and would save the inquiry for later.
While downstairs he might have thought about a quick
encounter and an early night, he knew there was more to
this than a mere spanking and mouth service.
Thor was firm in his resolve that Bobby was going to be
his. It might take a while, probably should take a while, but
as Bobby drew in his cheeks and slurped hard at the dick
down his throat... He might be firm in his resolve, but what if
Bobby didn't want to see him again? What if this was a
onetime thing for Bobby, sort of a fantasy come true?
Shit. That made him pause. He didn't want this to just be
a one time encounter. He'd like to see the man again,
preferably without the mask, but, he'd take him anyway he
could get him.
He drifted a hand through Bobby's hair and fisted the
dark strands. If he wanted, he could pull the mask away and
reveal Bobby's identity, but he wouldn't violate the small bit
of trust. That's what all this was about anyway, this lifestyle.
Trust. He would wait until Bobby was ready, if he ever was,
for that.
Thor focused once more on the mouth working him over;
hot and wet, driving him toward an orgasm. Though truth be
told, he'd been close to an orgasm for most of the last hour.
He started thrusting between Bobby's lips, pushing farther
and harder until it was more a fucking than a sucking.
Bobby didn't complain, didn't whimper in protest, didn't try
to beg off. No, he gave as good as Thor did, and he took all
that Thor gave him.
When he was close, ready to empty his balls, he pulled
all the way out. Bobby did protest then, trying to follow the
cock that had been taken from him. Thor wrapped his hand
around the shaft and stroked himself and Bobby watched,
his eyes never straying from the sight in front of him.
"Do you want it, Bobby? Do you want my come?"
"Yes," the man groaned, all but whimpering.
"Say it."
Bobby licked his lips and a slight smile curved them.
Thor nearly came then.
"I want your come. Please, Thor."
Fuck yeah. "Open your mouth."
Bobby complied, his tongue sliding out over his bottom
teeth, his eyes still trained on the motion of Thor's hand
masturbating his own cock. Harder and faster, Thor
gripped himself, jacked his cock, felt his balls swell and pull
up against his body.
His gaze raked over the man kneeling on all fours before
him. Yes, he wanted to see Bobby again and often. He
hadn't wanted a man like this in so damn long, hadn't
wanted to step outside the closet and claim a man as a
submissive until now.
His semen spilled out over Bobby's tongue, coating it,
sliding down over his chin, dripping onto the mattress
below. Bobby closed his mouth and swallowed, then
opened for more, but not before a string landed across his
lips. When he did open, Thor pushed his cock inside his
lover's mouth. Bobby closed his jaw and tightened his lips
around the penis, sucking every drop from it until Thor
thought his knees would buckle from the pleasure.
Bobby suckled softly, nursing on Thor's cock as though it
were a lifeline. When Thor stopped seeing stars and when
the edge was not so close, he slipped from Bobby's sweet
mouth.
"Thank you."
Thor looked down and lifted Bobby's face with his
fingers beneath the man's chin. He bent then and kissed
him, sliding his tongue between the eager lips, sucking at
the passion that flared, drinking it in. The kiss wasn't hard
and rough, it wasn't slow and gentle. It was a kiss full of
need, of lust, of more. "Thank you, Bobby," Thor whispered
before he stood to his full height again and righted his
pants. "You may get up."
Bobby smiled brightly, but didn't move off the bed.
Instead, he lifted himself from his hands and knelt back,
resting on his calves. Thor noticed Bobby's rock hard cock.
Beautiful as it was it that state, it had to be painful as shit.
When their eyes met again, Bobby's smile was still gracing
his lush lips.
"Do you want to come, Bobby?"
The other man grinned even wider and shook his head.
"No. I want this feeling to last me through the week. I want
the feel of anticipation floating through me until I see you
again."
Such honesty. "So, you want to?"
"See you again? Yes."
"Good. Are you submissive? Are you bi? You mentioned
a woman has spanked you." Thor had so many questions
to ask, so many things he wanted to know.
"I think so, being submissive, that is. I think I want more
than to just play in a club, but I'm still trying to figure it all out.
About women. I like them. I like to be with them, but I...I want
a man."
If anyone understood that feeling, Thor certainly did. "Will
I find out who you are next weekend?" Bobby tilted his head
to the side with a curious expression on his face. Thor knew
he should know who the man was, but for the life of him, he
couldn't place him while he was wearing that damn mask.
Bobby shook his head. "No. I am not ready yet. Is that
okay?"
Thor nodded, doing his best to hide that small bit of
disappointment. "For now." At least he would see Bobby
again, touch him again, feel him again. Eventually, there
would be no masks between them, but until then, Thor
would have to be patient, he would have to wait.
He would do what he'd been trained to do. He would
help Bobby grow and figure out where he wanted to go
within the lifestyle.
Thor picked up his bag. "Are you going to get dressed?"
"Yes, but I would like to stay here for a few minutes
alone, if you don't mind."
Thor understood that, too. "All right. Don't forget to turn
the hall light out before you leave."
With one last glance over his shoulder at the man
kneeling on the bed, Thor let himself out of the room. He
might hate Halloween parties and all the hype, but he
couldn't deny that this Halloween season might have begun
to change his mind.
He didn't believe Bobby was a trick of fate, but rather a
treat that Thor would delight in savoring.
About Lissa Matthews
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