Without a word or warning, I pushed inside Brandon in one quick move. He moaned and lowered his head to acclimate to my girth. My eyes followed the prominent lines of his shoulder blades, leading to a few scars. It excited me that I could feel the heat coming off Brandon’s raw skin. As I gripped his sides and humped, I knew there was a chance he could still feel my pants. I hadn’t removed them, but I undid them enough to get my cock out and fuck with it.
Before I allowed us to fall into the rhythm that would quickly lead to us coming, I wrapped my hands around his ribcage.
“Brandon, come up off your hands. I want you to lean your back against my chest, pup.”
He pushed himself off the floor, and I tightened my grip on his body to help him keep his balance. Once he was steady, I laced my left hand with his left hand. I guided our arms to bend and rested our hands on the opposite side of his chest. While I continued to fuck him, I kissed his ear as I reached into my right pocket and wrapped my hand around the pocketknife.
“I love you, my dirty cock sucking pup,” I murmured into his ear as I pulled the pocketknife out.
I brought the knife into his view and pressed the metal button that would release the small blade. Gripping his left hand more firmly, I brought the knife to his upper arm. I pressed the sharp blade against the side of his arm and continued to slowly fuck him. Brandon’s frame tightened, and I could feel him shudder as the blade made a line that was about an inch to an inch and a half long.
“God, James,” Brandon sighed as his fingers twisted to grip mine tighter.
Together, we watched the blood come to the surface and then quickly run down his arm and settle where our arms touched. I closed the knife and tossed it on the towel and then took a handful of his hair in my right hand. I guided his head to turn to the side. Leaning forward, our mouths collided.
When I let go of his hair and took hold of his rock hard cock, his mouth began to move feverishly against mine. My tongue pushed his around, reminding him that he was the pup. I moved our left hands to his right nipple clamp and managed to get two of my fingers free just long enough to unscrew the right clamp.
“Give me your pain, Brandon,” I whispered into his mouth right before I released the clamp.
As the clamp fell to the floor, I collected Brandon’s moans, grunts, and cries in my mouth. I firmly stroked him while I remained buried balls deep inside. I held him tightly as he shook from the orgasm that tore from his body. When Brandon came, it set off a chain reaction. As his ass gripped my cock, he writhed against me, I emptied my load into him.
I continued to stroke him while I moved my other hand to the nipple clamp that remained. I unscrewed the hinge and let the clamp drop, causing Brandon to squirm against me.
“Mmm, fuck!” Brandon hollered. His ass muscles clenched my cock again, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
Brandon was still moving against me, his body unsure of what to do with all of this pleasure he'd just experienced. He was breathing heavily and panting. I adjusted my grip on his hand and guided our hands to rest across his body on his side. I let go of his cock and turned his jaw so he’d face me, and he leaned forward to kiss me.
His eyes locked on mine with an indescribable look in them. I’d never seen so much calmness in his eyes before than in that moment. I knew the calm came from his needs being met.
“I love you, Brandon.”
“I love you too.”
He leaned his head back to rest against my shoulder. My gaze was drawn to his Adam’s apple as he stared at the ceiling, trying to calm down. I reached up to gently trace the tight skin that covered it. I skimmed my hand down to his chest and gave him a few pats.
The bleeding from the cut that I’d made on his arm had stopped; however, there was a fair amount of blood residue smeared on our arms. Both of our needs had been met, and now I needed to focus on the caring part. As soon as I slipped from him, I tightly embraced him and kissed the side of his face.
“Ready to stand, pup?”
“Yes.” Brandon quickly twisted so one side of his body was against my chest. The arm with the cut also was pressed against my chest, smearing more of his blood on me. “No, I mean…” he muttered and buried his face in my neck.
“No, pup?”
I wrapped him up in my arms and gently rubbed a hand over one of his warm butt cheeks. He wanted to maintain the physical connection. I had every intention of keeping him in my arms, but I needed to take care of his body now.
“Can’t we just lay down on the towel for a while? Maybe take a nap?” Brandon suggested. “You can lay on the soft towel, and I’ll lay on the floor. I don’t mind,” he offered.
I felt his body shiver, and I was pretty sure it was a reaction to him saying out loud that he didn’t mind sleeping on the floor. Sleeping on the floor or in a cold iron cage was how he had spent three years of his life. I tightened my grip on him and kissed his forehead.
“I think you’ve spent enough time sleeping on the floor, Brandon.” He nodded against my neck. “Ready to stand, pup?” I asked again, and he nodded his reply.
Without letting go of him too much, I was able to stand and then helped him up. I kept my arm around his shoulder and led us to the bathroom vanity. I set a fresh towel on the counter and patted it so he knew to sit on it. I hurried over to the shower to start the water and then raced back to Brandon. I pulled out the first aid kit and opened an antiseptic wipe. His eyes were glued to the cut as he watched me clean it.
“Shower time, pup.” We walked to the shower opening together, and I gave his reddened ass a swat that echoed through the bathroom. “Stand so the warm water hits your back while I get out of my pants,” I instructed.
He followed my directions, and as soon as I had shed my pants, I joined him. It was as though we had already been physically apart too long. As soon as I reached him, our mouths locked onto one another again. With our kiss deepening more by the moment, I tried to keep a solid stance so that he wouldn’t accidentally move to where the water would hit him directly in the face. I didn’t want to ruin our perfect time with a trip down memory lane of being waterboarded.
When our kiss broke up, I took over with washing and cleaning him lovingly. As I moved around him, tending to him, the water began to wash the blood down the drain.
