Mike's Saga 17

Mike’s Saga 17

Austin rolled over, blinked several times, and stretched his arms out across the bed. He was alone. The covers still smelled of Milton and Sheldon, the familiar scent of shampoo and aftershave and dominant. Austin couldn’t explain it; he didn’t understand it himself, but Milton had a special aroma. He smelled like a dominant. Maybe it was the old-fashioned wool that he tended to wear all winter or the cotton shirts and worn khaki shorts of summer. Austin didn’t know, but he could smell it on the sheets and pillows.

“Sleeping beauty’s awake?” Sheldon voice was bright and chipper, merrily reverberating off the walls. 

“Now I am,” Austin groaned. “You could let a man sleep for a change.”

“We did.” Sheldon gave Austin one of his radiant smiles. “We’ve had breakfast and everything, and you’ve been comatose all tucked up under the covers. Too much partying.”

“It was fun.” Austin grinned, remembering the club and Ryan with his flogger. His back still felt pleasantly warm, not sore, but a lovely reminder of last night.

Sheldon dropped on the bed and tousled Austin’s hair affectionately. “So it was good last night?”

“Oh, yeah,” Austin said dreamily. “Ryan is awesome, not that I don’t love Milton.”

Sheldon laughed. “Cub, Milton has no concerns that you love him. We can all see you trailing behind him with your tail wagging.”

Austin felt his face flush and looked away. He knew Sheldon had meant no harm by the words, but still he was the youngest and the most desperate. He did want Milton’s approval, even if it was embarrassingly obvious.

“Hell!” Sheldon spluttered. “I wasn’t trying to upset you. I think it’s cute, and I’m the one who’s on my knees to that man.”

“You’re dignified about it. I’m…” Austin rubbed his face vigorously with his hand. 

“Ah,” Sheldon said sharply. “Don’t even go down that path, or I’ll get Milton with something you don’t like.” Sheldon rubbed the back of Austin’s neck and kissed his cheek. “I’m a lot older than you, and when I was twenty I was still desperately trying to pretend that I wasn’t the most submissive boy on the planet and that I didn’t need Milton to take my hand and kick my ass. I didn’t know Milton, more the pity, and my first encounter was memorable in a less than good way. To top it off, I was too damn stupid after he showed that side of himself to me to grab him and beg him to never let me go. You were brave and went after the big prize. You should skip and frolic after your man. You’ve earned that.”

“You got him.”

Sheldon smiled gently. “You know the story. Milton practically threw himself at me to save my ass. I just got lucky. You went after him.”

“I’m such the baby.”

“Yep, that you are.” Sheldon half pounced on Austin and kissed him hard. “But I love having my own little cub in the family.” Sheldon dropped his hand down Austin’s chest and squeezed the small firm nipple.

“Fuck!” Austin squeaked and levitated off the bed. 

“It would be my pleasure, but my instructions are to get you in the shower and then have you wait sitting on the bed with nothing but your lovely skin. Now scamper into the shower, and I’ll get Master.”

****

Milton wrapped his hand around the back of Mike’s neck and pushed him into the bedroom. Milton wanted to consider his pressure gentle guidance, but he knew Mike and the set of Mike’s shoulders and the jut of his chin. Mike was feeling hassled today, and he was also sore. He’d dressed in nothing but a flimsy T-shirt and a pair of oversized and threadbare sweatpants with Banner College running down one leg in block orange print. 

“Good boy.”

Austin was sitting on the bed as directed. His legs were curled up against his chest, and he watched Milton with no small degree of trepidation. Milton’s cub was starting to ask for more, but his confidence evaporated quickly.

“Mike, strip off for me. I want to have a look at both of you since I wasn’t the only one to touch you last night.

Mike gave Milton a dark stare. “I’m fine.”

“Did I ask that question?”

Mike shook his head, his eyes wavering between challenge and fear. He physically hurt; Milton could see that easily, but yet it was still going to take a push to drop him into the submission where he could relax. Tilden and Luke had tried to reabsorb Mike back into their family structure without drama, but Mike wasn’t a naive teenager. He knew the rift he’d created between everyone, and except when he was in his deepest submission he was flinching and jerking from even the simplest request. Breakfast had felt more like a meal under a newly raised white flag than a comfortable family repast.

“Mike, you’re hurting. Don’t push me there.” Milton walked over to his bureau and opened the top drawer. He placed the light nursery cane on the top of the dresser. “Should we try this again?”

Mike’s glare was pure defiance, but he shucked his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. His pants followed. He hadn’t bothered with underwear, and he stood completely bare, his clothes around his feet.

“Happy now?”

“Ecstatic,” Milton answered in the same sarcastic tone. “Hands on the bed, boy.”

“I stripped for you. Fucking hell!”

“Attitude.”

Mike gave Milton another glare that could have burned holes in most mere mortals and placed his hands on the bed. His ass and thighs were a rainbow of colors, dark purple splotches interspersed with brown and green. Thin red welts crisscrossed part of his back and almost to his knees. Milton picked up the small cane, lifted his arm, and swung hard. The stripe blossomed red against its purple canvas. Mike shuddered and clutched the blankets.

“Only one.” Milton kissed the tense shoulder and ran his hand down Mike’s spine. Your body needs a break, even if you’re not inclined to let it. Give in. This is about pleasure as well as pain.” Milton traced his fingers over the welts and bruises, enjoying the faint shudder and flinch as he hit a tender spot. “What did Landon use?” Milton’s fingers skimmed the red lines.

“Clothesline.”

“Ouch,” Milton said with some sympathy. “That would’ve stung.”

“It did.”

Milton stroked Mike’s flank and tongued the back of his neck. “Why did you try to goad me into adding more? Answer me,” Milton said sharply as the silence hung between them. Milton pressed hard against a green bruise, knowing it hurt. “Mike.”

“I don’t know.”

“That’s not good enough.” Milton kicked Mike’s legs farther apart and slapped both thighs. “Try again.”

“I can’t.” Mike’s body swayed and he clutched desperately at the bed covers. “I just can’t.”

“You can’t what?” Milton traced his finger along the short hairs on the back of Mike’s neck. He kissed gently: soft and hard. Hopefully this boy would yield to kindness. Beating him again made Milton shudder inside. All he wanted to do was cuddle the boy and tell him it would all be all right, but of course that was a lie and far more cruel than kind. Mike needed to come over the chasm to his submission, and pain seemed to be the only path, not that administering pain wasn’t enticing. Mike’s reactions were exquisite, and they called to the most sadistic side of Milton, the side he most brutally controlled.

“I can’t get there.”

“Is there submission?” Milton asked, knowing in some ways that he was helping more than he should.

The nod was small, almost imperceptible.

“I’ll help. Turn around and put your hands on your head. Austin, next to Mike.”

Two beautiful boys. Austin was half hard, his lips pursed in the most enticing way. Mike was too rigid, his jaw clamped like some sort of granite statue. His hands were clenched over his head. Milton studied both hairless chests, Austin’s naturally, Mike’s shaved. Milton touched Austin’s shoulder and turned the boy, so he could see the back side. Ryan had, as usual, performed masterly. Austin’s back was an even faint pink. The skin was warm, but Austin pressed back into Milton’s hand, almost purring at the contact.

“Stroke Austin until he’s hard.” Mike stared at Milton, the question unspoken on his lips. “He’s not off limits, just not without me,” Milton said easily. “Make him feel good.”

Mike’s hands were sure, his touch experienced. Austin spread his legs, his eyes bright as Mike’s fingers stroked the filling length. 

“Go on. All the way. You have my permission to come.”

Austin had a short fuse. Someday Milton would have the pleasure of teasing Austin and teaching him more control, but right now he enjoyed Austin’s almost immediate response. His slim body shuddered, and he moaned in joyous ecstasy.

“Good boys.” Milton could feel the tightness in his pants as he responded to the beautiful show. They were beautiful together, Mike taller with the air of unharnessed spirit against the small, compliant, and beautiful cub. Milton caught Mike’s wrist and dipped two fingers in the sticky liquid. “Suck.” He held the fingers to Mike’s mouth.

Mike opened and drew Milton’s fingers inside his pretty pink lips. His tongue wrapped around Milton’s knuckles.

“Very nice. Let’s share with Austin.”

Austin had always been a natural with his mouth. He worshipped Milton’s fingers with his tongue. His eyes begged for more. Milton knew Austin was struggling not to reach for Milton’s groin, not to unzip his prize.

“Greedy boy. Not now.” Austin’s mouth remained open, like a suddenly beached fish as Milton removed his fingers. Milton skimmed his wet fingers over Mike’s now hard cock and massaged the hanging orbs roughly. Pain and pleasure. Possession and compliance. Milton ran his fingers through the forming pre-cum and scooped the remainder of Austin’s fluid from Mike’s hands. Without words, Mike opened his mouth and sucked in the fingers. “Get them wet boy.”Mike slurped over Milton’s knuckles, knowing that dry would hurt. Bracing Mike with an arm around his hip, Milton turned the boy and plunged a finger into the beautiful opening.

“Ah!” Mike hissed and lurched forward. 

“Give it to me. It’s mine.” Mike groaned and widened his stance as Milton’s finger slid over his prostate. “That’s my good boy. Compliant and beautiful. Finish him off, Austin. Use your mouth.” 

Milton continued to tease Mike mercilessly as Austin took Mike to his root. What a beautiful sight! Such beautiful boys and they were his: his to pleasure, his to torment, his to love, his to hurt. He buried his second finger in Mike and felt the boy shudder. Milton tightened his restraining arm as Mike stumbled forward, his cock firing into Austin’s warm mouth.

“Clean up.” Milton said with more control than he felt. Austin ran his tongue over his lips, catching the last of the clinging semen. It was almost more than Milton could bear.

“Sir,” Austin gently begged, his eyes on Milton’s face.

“No,” Milton said with all the firmness he could muster. There was pleasure in waiting and self-control, or so he’d been told. He schooled his mind from his pressing need and forced his will to control the boys, not enjoy the carnal pleasures. That could come later. “Clean up. Now.”