Chapter 22
The first one hit him across the back and it felt like fire. It burned right through him, into his chest and he gasped with it. The second was just a bit lower but every bit as hot, and he cursed the fucking cock cage. That did bring to mind why the hell he got hard over getting hit, thinking he was really fucked in the head but his thoughts were soon lost. Everything was lost as the flogger kept coming down.
He felt as if he was leaving his body and it was fan’fucking’tastic. It was so great he never wanted to stop. This flogging was different than the last in that it lasted longer, and it was a little rougher but he knew he deserved it. He’d really fucked up and he never wanted to do that with Jack. Not with Jack…His Jack.
The yelling he heard came from his own mouth. He knew this rationally but still, the voice didn’t sound like his, and he didn’t feel it coming from him. All he could feel was his body becoming lighter and lighter, floating up and away and the only thing holding him from flying off the world was Jack. Jack’s steady voice coming through the haze, Jack’s sweet touches over the sting of his flesh.
“Come on baby, get up. The cuffs are off.”
Off? They were off? It was over? It just started. “Did I…what did I do wrong?”
Jack’s steady gentle hands were on him, helping him to stand on legs that felt like they were made of nothing but oatmeal. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You were perfect.”
Rebel collapsed against him but Jack held him up, kissing over his face and loving on him. That was the best part of the whole thing. He was never left to hurt by himself. Jack loved on him with kissed and touches.
“Let me know when you can stand.”
Jack’s voice, low and cool, came through the fog and Rebel smiled, at least he tried to. “I’m good Master. I’m okay.”
“My good boy. You took your punishment so well. I’m so proud of you Rebel. Now let’s get you ready for the rest of the night.”
Fuck. Fisting. He’d never been fisted. Fuck he’d never had a cock in his ass as big as Jack’s let alone a fist. He wasn’t sure he could do this but he was sure about one thing. Jack was going to do it and he would let him. He’d let Jack do anything because the next thing was better than the last.
Jack’s hands smoothed over him and Jack’s mouth was on his in a fervent kiss and then, right there against his lips Jack said, “Bend over the bench. I’m going to plug you with a big plug so we can start to get you stretched for later.”
Rebel felt himself nod but he wasn’t sure why he just didn’t say no. He was scared and unsure, but he trusted Jack and besides he couldn’t have protested to save his life; he was still flying, still tingling all over even as he was burning.
Rebel was bent over the table with the help of his Master. His Master…it was still weird thinking of Jack that way. Jack helped him and stretched his arms over his head. Jack’s hands squeezed and caressed his ass cheeks, fingers sliding down to play with his balls. Rebel felt Jack taking the lock off of the ring and then squeeze his ass again.
“I’m taking this plug out now.” Rebel didn’t answer, didn’t even move. Jack grabbed the base of the plug, pulled it a little but even though it was small and narrow, it wouldn’t come out. “Come on Rebel let it go for me.”
Rebel bore down and relaxed. He didn’t need to relax much as he was still mostly boneless and finally he felt the plug leaving him and once it was out he felt so empty and suddenly alone.
“Good boy.”
Just those two words and Rebel no longer felt alone. He was happy again just with something so simple and he also didn’t feel empty for long. Jack had the plug in his hand as he walked around the table. He let Rebel get a good look at it, the lube slicking over it until it caught the lights in the room and gleamed as if it was something magical.
Jack walked back around and Rebel felt his presence behind him even before Jack rubbed his fingers over the stings on his back. “This is big but it had to be to get you ready. I’m going to put it inside of you now. Ready?”
Fuck was he? No but yes. He wanted it as much as he was afraid of what it was readying him for.
“Yes.”
A smack to the thigh met this answer and he yelped. “Yes Master.”
“Sorry, I keep forgetting. Yes Master.”
“Good. Now, here it comes Rebel.”
Jack’s hand spread his cheek to the side as he set the plug on his entrance. Rebel sucked in his breath and tightened up reflexively. Jack soothed him with words and touches until he let his body relax like it was after the flogging. He felt it being pushed up inside of him slowly and steadily, stretching him wider with every little bit.
“Getting close Rebel. It’s almost in. The widest part is coming up.”
Rebel swallowed and said, “I can’t! It’s too big!”
“Shh baby you can. I know you can.” When Jack said things like that he felt it in his very soul. He could do anything as long as Jack was with him. He relaxed more and the plug pushed the rest of the way in and Jack made sure it was seated. Once he knew it was he played with it a little, twisting it and moving it until it hit Rebel’s sweet spot a few times making him groan.
Jack voice was raspy and gruff. “Good boy. You did so well my love. I’m so fucking proud of you.”
“Th-thanks Master.”
Jack locked the plug in place with the ring on the belt then brought Rebel back to lean on his big chest. “I love you so much baby. You make me so happy.”
Rebel could do little more than nod and Jack kissed his hair. Jack grabbed his hand and led him back upstairs after closing the room and turning off the lights. Rebel floated up the stairs, barely feeling the wood under his bare feet. They went into the kitchen and Jack said, “Now we’ll eat a little then we’ll sit on the couch and be together. This night is going to be long and special for you.”
“Yes Master. And Jack…thank you.”
It was sincere even if he wasn’t really sure of what he was thanking Jack for but he meant it. Jack looked him over then kissed him. “You’re very welcome Rebel.”
The evening progressed slowly. Jack didn’t go a minute without touching Rebel in some way. They sat close on the couch, kissing and cuddling, listening to the music that played low over the little stereo. Jack purred at him words of love and devotion and Rebel memorized every utterance, mirroring the sentiment even if he couldn’t verbally express his feelings. He felt so warm and safe and loved. It didn’t feel real, more like a sweet dream but he was happy.
Every once in a while Jack would twist or push at the base of the plug. Rebel moaned and kissed Jack hard each time but then his cock would try to get hard and it would hurt so he’d stop and Jack would caress him in some way. When it drew closer to the time when he was going to be fisted…fuck just the word rocked him…Jack took him into the bathroom and started the shower.
“Let’s get your belt off. I’m going to clean you inside and out.”
Oh fuck no! “Listen I’m down with the kinky shit. I like it in fact but that is a little too weird for me.”
Jack smiled brightly. “Safeword me then. I control you because I’m your Master. You wanted that remember? Even so you have the ultimate control over everything that happens. I will always respect it if you safeword and never make you feel bad about it. I promise you that Rebel.”
They’d talked about the safeword a lot but he’d never really realized how much power it wielded. He was getting used to Jack being in complete control. To know he could take that control away with one word was empowering but also very intimidating.
“Well, I don’t want you pissed off at me.”
“You won’t. Say it if you want but I’d like you to trust me not to push you farther than you’re ready. This part is up to you. The rest of this night with push boundaries you didn’t know you had.”
He wanted that. He wanted to be pushed. So far everything Jack had done to him or with him had been better than the last, not only sexually but to clear his mind of the bullshit that plagued him. “I’ll try.”
Jack’s smile was sweet and filled with happiness and he got a luscious kiss from his lover. “Thank you baby. Thank you for trusting me.”