Apartment 1209

with the paddle, I’m sure my ass glowed bright red. I sweated on that cross from the effort of withstanding that amount of pain, but I’d done it. I felt proud and satisfied and tougher than tough. It felt good to please Ryan. He had some kind of extreme faith in my ability to triumph over adversity and I didn’t want to disappoint him. He was like a trainer of sorts, but instead of yelling at me to finish my reps, he tested my strength and endurance by paddling my ass. Different strokes for different folks, I guess.
    I heard Ryan panting from the exertion and excitement. He’d been very forthright with me about the fact that he got off on this sort of thing and held no shame or guilt because of it. He only did it to willing partners, so what was there to feel guilty about? He said that pain and pleasure were all part of the human experience, and sometimes it was difficult to delineate one from the other.
    Sometimes, sitting in class or working at my call centre job, I thought about the things I let Ryan do to me and wondered if I were entirely normal. It only lasted for a moment, at which point I decided I didn’t give a rat’s ass if I was normal or the biggest freak on the planet. I loved what Ryan and I did together in the privacy of Apartment 1209 and now in the back room of his BDSM club. I’d never felt more satisfied and alive. I found that, although I had less time to study, when I did sit down to look at my notes, I could do so with undivided attention, not distracted by free-floating sexual tension. Ryan took care of all my sexual tension. He teased it, spanked it, and pulled it out of me in long sessions that left me so sated I wondered how I’d survived for so long on my own hand jobs. I slept so deeply at night now I couldn’t remember my dreams.
    “I’m going to turn you around,” he said, as I felt his hands at my wrist restraints. I let my arms fall as he worked on my ankle bindings, feeling the stretch and pull of sore muscles. I hoped he would give me one of his amazing all-over body massages once we got back to his apartment. He always took care of me and made sure that our games never caused any undue discomfort, although I had to admit that having a sensitive ass for a few days after a good flogging or work-over with the riding crop could be a thrilling little secret.
    Ryan turned me around and refastened my wrists and ankles. He pinched my nipples and took my chin in his hand, forcing me to look at him.
    “How are you enjoying this so far, my sweet, young thing?”
    “Can’t you tell?” I said, glancing down at my leaking, erect cock.
    He looked at it too, and chuckled. “So pretty.”
    “It’s crying because you won’t fuck me.”
    He stared at me for a long time while I gazed back with raw passion and need.
    “Do you know why I’ve waited so long?” he asked finally.
    “To get me ready?”
    He smiled. “Henry, you’ve been ready for a long, long time,” he said, sliding his rough hand down my chest, over my belly, until it wrapped around my jutting cock.
    I gasped. “Then… why?”
    He kissed my cheek gently before he continued. “I was always one of those kids who’d save my chocolate bar for three months because I wanted to look forward to eating it. If I’d eaten it right away, like the other kids, it wouldn’t have given me so much pleasure.”
    I groaned as he stroked my cock back and forth with his hand.
    Fuck. Me.
    “It’s also been wonderful making you wait for something you want so very badly. That’s the sadist in me, I guess.”
    “Do you… do you do this to all your boys?” I asked.
    He pulled back and looked at me again as if surprised at that question. “I’ve never waited so long to fuck anybody.”
    We stared at each other, his hand continuing to move lazily on my dick until I had to close my eyes.
    “Ryan… I need you to fuck me now,” I breathed, trying to control the way my chest rose and fell. “Please.”
    He made a sound in the back of his throat as his hand squeezed harder suddenly, then released me. “Not here.”
    He fell to his knees and took my cock in his mouth.
    “Fuck!” I exclaimed as I looked down at the top of his head, and at my cock going in and out of his gorgeous mouth. “Sir… wait.”
    Then I couldn’t make any more words. My head fell back as I gave myself up to the wetness and suction. I could tell he wanted me to come because he rocked the steel plug roughly as he sucked me.
    My body stiffened as the