More Obedience
Author: timrod
Rating: NC17 overall
Pairing: Billie Joe/Mmmmike
Disclaimer: I don't own Green Day. Dammit.
Part five of fuck knows. You asked nicely.
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“Fine.”
Such a small word, and so easy for him to say. Now I got a view of his new plaything - Mike had turned his attention back to that flogger, as I pretty much expected he would, but this time when he tried it across his palm, it sounded a little more - how can I put this? - violent. I swallowed hard, my throat briefly constricted by the collar, but I did, and still do, trust him. He’s only made me bleed a handful of times in our long sexual history, always by biting, and always at my insistence, and anyway, it was velvet. How much damage could he do with velvet? He wasn’t going to inflict life-threatening injuries on me with something as soft as a kitten, was he? He must have heard me gulp, because he addressed me again with that chocolate-brown tone in his voice.
“I’ll go easy on you, Love. I’ll stop if you ask me to, but try and stick it out.”
“Okay.”
“Good boy. It’ll take about a half hour to do it properly. Do you want to feel it before I start?”
I flexed my neck gently in assent, trying to avoid being choked. Speaking in this position made my Adam’s apple tighten the collar to the point of discomfort. Mike shuffled up to the top of the bed and laid the flogger in my open palm, drawing it slowly through my fingers. It felt good. The velvet had been cut so that dragging it raised the pile of the cloth, making its path over skin irregular, less predictable. A stroke of genius. Literally.
I nodded again to give him my permission, because apparently my cock was very much in favour of what was about to happen, twitching madly in mid-air above the bed, thanks to the thick pillow under me. I was pretty confident that this was going to go well - until I noticed Mike scrolling down the screen of his phone.
“Mike! What the ….?”
“Research.” He flashed the phone in my direction, and I saw the name of the site he was searching. He grinned that stupid grin of his, and I gave him a small smile in response. “I want to do it right. Make sure I don’t hurt you.”
“I thought that was the fucking point.”
“Okay, make sure I don’t hurt you too much. Apparently ii’s all in the wrist action.”
“You should be good at it, then.”
I made a vaguely obscene gesture with my fist and he gave out a nervous laugh. “You shouldn’t insult me when I’m just about to whip your ass, Billie. Especially as I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Yeah, me neither.”
“Perhaps we should phone Frankie for advice.”
“Perhaps we shouldn’t.” I remembered the time he could barely sit on his drum stool because of severe bruising.
“Billie, if you don’t want to ….”
“I do. Honest. Mikey .. …”
“Mmmm?”
“I don’t want to come, not until after.”
“Oh, god ..…” Truly, he sounded more apprehensive than I did.
“Mikey, I want this. Really want this.“ I willed my voice to not waver, because now, all I can think of is how delightful this could be - or how disastrous.
“Yeah, I think I do, too. You look amazing. I love you.”
He kissed my shoulder, tensed and in an unnatural position thanks to the ropes, and then he flexed his fingers, bones cracking one after the other, picked up the toy, and started my first flogging.
He began by dragging the thing over my back, legs, shoulders and outstretched arms in slow, sensuous circles, before dipping it between my thighs, and repeating, again and again. Each pass of velvet was followed by his hand, gently caressing the same path, calming and exciting at the same time, with my skin erupting into goosebumps under his touch. It was light, almost to the point of tickling, but he didn’t linger much on the places he knows can send me into convulsive giggles. In particular, those strokes over my balls were delicious, and for a moment, I wished the butt plug wasn’t there, the black circle of its base covering another supremely sensitive area like some sort of 3-D censor sticker. I moved with him, lifting myself from the bed to increase contact, and the collar tightened, my cock throbbed, and I wondered why the fuck we had never done this before. So far, this was nothing short of bliss, and I sighed in time with the movement of the trailing fabric.
I was already very aware of my ass, thanks to the three inches of silicone currently rammed up there, and the fact that the pillow made it the highest point of my body, but when a sudden, multi-centred sting flashed across it, it took me to a whole new level of awareness.
“Shit! You could have warned me.” I sounded angrier than I was, partly because the brief pain was already mellowing into a warm tingle that felt So. Fucking, Good.
“Where’s the fun in that?” He chuckled, but checked the sound almost at once. “Was that too much?”
I turned my head to see him biting his lip, the flogger draped across his lap, his erection part hidden by its purple tails. Funny, they almost colour-matched. I looked him straight in the eyes and murmured, “No ..”
He seemed kind of apologetic, quickly double-checking the guidelines on the website he’d found.
“I’m doing it right, Love, but it says you should take some deep breaths. Sorry, I musta missed that bit before.”
“S’okay. It feels …..” I heard him hold his breath until I delivered the verdict. “ It feels gorgeous. Go on.”
He needed no more encouragement to continue beating me. He resumed with the soft stuff, but very soon he added a firmer impact every dozen strikes or so, although as yet, nowhere near as hard as that first one, and always in a place where I wasn’t expecting it. I did as he had said, taking in huge lungfuls of air, letting it out in short gasps as the on/off pain left lightning-bolt trails over my flesh.
All the serious action was targeted on one area - my butt. We may both have been complete novices at this, but neither of us cared too much about technique as long as the results continued to be good. We did know enough to understand which places to avoid, and the mounting burn across the whole of my ass confirmed that not only had he remembered that, but that his aim was pretty damn accurate. He was on his knees, looming his lanky frame over me to give equal attention to both cheeks, and to reach far enough under me to stop my balls from feeling neglected. My cock really appreciated that, although, weirdly, I still had no desire to come just yet. I needed this to be my sole focus, to enjoy every second to the full.
He built me up slowly, always following the rough with the smooth of his hand, and I began to crave the contrast of the two sensations, counting each slap and slide of the fabric against my butt, waiting for and wanting the pain to blossom over my skin. As well as the glow developing on my ass, I could feel my face reddening as my body heat increased. I wiped my forehead on my arm, removing some of the sweat that was starting to weigh down my hair, and wrapped a second length of rope around my wrists, enhancing that wonderfully erotic sense of complete and utter vulnerability, further fuelled by the pressure of padded velvet around my throat.
He fell into a natural rhythm, flogging me in time with my respiration - or maybe I was breathing to the tempo he was setting. Either way, the whole experience was fast becoming one of the hottest of my life, and I was satisfied that Mike was getting his kicks from being in control of me, physically and mentally. The hardest of the strokes was definitely as intense as the one that had made me put a temporary stop to this, possibly even harder, but Mike had paced himself beautifully, and by the time it hit, I was in the zone, and more than ready. Every blow made me shiver, and Mike take in a sharp breath, partly from the effort he was putting in, and partly from the pleasure he got from my reactions. At this mid-point, I got a hugely satisfying endorphin rush, similar to the ones that happen when I am getting a tattoo, but better. Jesus, FAR better, as good as the hardest-hitting orgasm. If I screamed like this during an ink session, my tattooist would need to wear ear defenders.
What I wasn’t prepared for was the gaps between the heavier strokes gradually growing longer, and Mike stroking me with fingers, not flails. Each and every nerve in my body, even those far from the point of contact, was alive, prickling like static electricity and I was soaked and shaking from head to toe. Adrenalin surged through me, making muscles twitch, tense, then relax. It was the biggest and best high of my life, and coming down from it was going to take a while. I had completely lost track of time during the beating. I would have said we had been doing this for ten, maybe fifteen minutes at most, but Mike was sticking to the suggested half-hour timeframe, and despite my pleas for him to continue, he dropped the flogger to the bed and drizzled my ass with a peppermint lotion so cold, it made me flinch as much as the pain had done. He coated me thoroughly with a thin layer, then wiped his hands on the sheets, picked up his phone and took a fuckton of photographs, which he shared with obvious delight.
“So was it really okay?” He asked the question still flicking between the images on his cell, as casual as fuck.
“Yeah. Loved it. Want to do that again.”
“Me, too.”
“How ‘bout you …. did you get anything out of it?”
”God, yeah. Fuck, Billie, look at this one!”
The picture he showed me depicted a very intimate view between my legs, of two extremely pink buttocks separated by a black ‘o’. In the background, I could see a blurry blond mop, and the dark stripe of the leather band around my neck. I understood why Mike homed in on this as his favourite. It made me shiver with pleasure at the memory, which was being kept alive by the interaction of heated skin and cooling lotion. My voice came out a good deal quieter than it could have done.
“You were amazing. A natural. My ass looks great - the same colour all over. And no blood.”
He kissed my cheek, walking his lips to my ear and his fingers to the plug, giving it a little jiggle that resulted in me making a lot of noise.
“It was fucking hot. Need to come …”
“Fuck, yeah.” My mind was suddenly full of thoughts about my next, seriously overdue orgasm. He could fuck me like this, or release me and take me on my back, with the glorious friction of the bedding on my tender backside, or he could give me that blow-job, with the plug or that vibrator as an added attraction. I wasn’t fussy, but I was desperate.
I was also soon to be bitterly frustrated. Mike gave me a wicked grin, and clambered to the top of the bed, easing himself between me and the headboard. He stuffed pillows behind his back and slipped his legs under my tethered arms, then presented me with his cock.
“Suck. My turn for some fun.”
“But … Mike …. I ….” I couldn’t find a sentence that I wouldn’t regret saying as soon as it was uttered. He had an infuriatingly smug look on his face, and, fuck it, I was so fucking horny, but I absolutely LOVE blowing him, and he knows it. “Fuck.”
“Thank you.”
Bastard.
He knew I hadn’t got a lot of choice. I needed fulfilment, and the plug was just a little too small to do anything momentous for me, no matter how hard I clenched around it. The ropes and pillow meant I couldn’t touch my cock, nor even dry-hump the mattress that was simply too far below me. All I could do was blow him, and blow him fast, feeling like someone had strapped a bowling ball to my groin. I sniffed and licked and nuzzled into him, than settled in to get him off in record time.
I went for broke from the outset, wiping that smirk off his face with a savage attack on his tip, rolling my tongue up and back down repeatedly until it began to ache. He grabbed fistfuls of my hair, gently twisting his fingers through my curls, lungeing into me deep enough to make me gag, my throat unnaturally constricted by the leather and velvet around it. He apologised, but he knows that never puts me off, just makes me more determined, but I left that spot alone to work on the rest of his dick. I wanted fast, not supersonic.
He did taste wonderful. Freshly washed-bodies are great, hygiene is very important, but in my opinion, nothing beats the flavour of a cock that has been inside a pair of snug-fitting jeans for a few hours. It makes a man smell more like a man, and when that man is as gorgeous as mine is, that is a good thing. He was very hard, (Ha! As if I wasn’t!) and this was one of his more impressive erections (he’s never beaten the one that Julie now has cast in bronze in her office). Had my circumstances been different, I would have been using my tongue to stimulate that lovely, secret space between his balls and his hole, whilst jerking him off to speed up his climax, but that was out of the question thanks to the limited movement allowed to me by the rope. My only weapons were my mouth and my voice.
I can’t help it - I suck, therefore I moan - sometimes loudly, depending on whether there is anybody within earshot. Actually, there have been times when even that has not been a consideration. I get taken by the moment when Mike is fucking my mouth like he was right then. I could lift myself a little way, bracing my elbows against his legs, but most of the effort had to be made by him because of the way I was restrained. He seemed okay with that. I made up for my relative lack of involvement by using a few of the tricks I’d picked up over the twenty-something years I’d been sucking cock, tricks that no whore charging by the hour would ever use, because they do the job far too quickly, He’d stopped playing with my hair now, instead sort of holding me in place, usually with both hands, although once or twice he fumbled for his phone and took more photographs. He’d better not lose the fucking thing, that’s all I can say.
I tried my best to keep my eyes fixed on his at all times, because I know that’s another thing that gets him off quickly. His mouth was gaping, and his brow was furrowed, a V-shaped crease between his eyebrows as he concentrated on what he was doing and I could see, as well as taste, that he was approaching the end. I hummed louder, surrounding his dick with a combination of vibration and heat, and with a scream that made my ears ring, he came. He let go his hold on my head, now with his palms flat on the bed, giving himself extra leverage to thrust upwards into my mouth. His tip was hard against my top palate, and I could feel his seed splash against it, then slowly trickle down my throat in hot, salty streams. My eyes slammed shut and I swallowed, made some pretty loud but incoherent animal noises and swallowed a second time. And a third. Fuck, I wondered if he was ever going to stop, especially when he cupped his hands around my chin. For all the world, it felt like he was going to come again, but I realised I could feel the blood draining from his erection and back into his veins. He was panting, cursing and stroking my cheeks hard with his thumbs, waiting until he was almost flaccid before letting himself slide from between my lips. I wasn’t giving him up that easily. I pecked and licked and suckled at his flesh, for the moment even blocking out the SOS coming from my balls. Slowly, he sat up, and my mouth was redundant for a few seconds, until he tipped my head back as far as the collar would let it go, and kissed me.
The kiss was long and lazy, and when it was over, I expected - hoped for - some sort of relief, but he sank back into the pillows, yawning and looking at his damn phone again.
“Jesus, Billie.”
“Good?”
“You even have to ask?”
“No, but was it good?”
“Fucking awesome. God, that one’s hot.” He showed me, and yes, hot was a fair description, even if I do say so myself.
“You’d better have that thing password protected. Glory loves playing games on it. You leave that lying around the place, and she pushes the wrong icon …”
“Fuck, yeah. I’ll put them on the laptop then delete them from here. We never let her use the laptop.”
“Good plan, but one condition.”
“Yeah? What?”
“You send a copy to me.”
“I can do that.” He chuckled and I bounced a little on his legs. “We could make one of them into a Christmas card for Frankie. Photoshop Santa hats on them.”
I sniggered and rubbed away an itch on his hip, then casually steered the conversation into the direction that I wanted it to go. Smooth and subtle, that’s me. “So you gonna deal with me, or at least untie me so I can deal with myself? I got an erection, remember?”
“Yeah, sorry, course I will.” He finally put the phone on the nightstand, but still made no effort to sit up and I had a horrible feeling about where this was going. He was yawning far too often and I know how he gets after an orgasm, especially when he’d had a 6am start and sex before breakfast.
“Don’t you dare, Michael Pritchard!”
“Armstrong-Pritchard. Jeez, get it right, Billie. It’s your name too.” He sank a bit deeper into the pillow. ”Don’t dare what?”
“You know fucking well. Fall asleep, you prick.”
He gave me the sweetest smile, pressed the fingers on one of his perfectly free hands to his lips and blew the kiss towards me. “Fall asleep? Great idea. Dare accepted.”
Again, bastard.
He was lucky I love him, and that my hands were not free to strangle him. I spluttered out a few syllables, again, nothing coherent despite not having my mouth full of cock this time, but I had to concede that he’d won another round. i knew I was fighting a losing battle, and that he really was the boss of me once more. I was in a collar that he wanted me to wear, tied down with ropes he had placed around my wrists, with a plug in my ass that had been there for for upwards of eight hours and had helped to keep me hard as fucking concrete, even in public, for most of the day. He’d then flogged me into a quivering, needy mess, and now he was going to leave me high and dry whilst he had a post-climax catnap. My defeat was complete. I could have been mean, but then again, I couldn’t. I put all thoughts of sinking my teeth into his thigh clean out of my head. He’s like Glory, asleep within a minute of closing his eyes, and I was actually feeling pretty tired, too, had been since the shower this morning, if I was honest with myself. The endorphin rush had worn off, so had the after-oral euphoria, and yes, I was hard as fuck and I swear my balls were turning blue, but …….
If you can’t beat them (ha!), join them. I unwrapped the extra loop of rope from my wrists, which gave me another ungenerous four inches to move in, nosed his cock to one side, and closed my eyes, trying to will my erection away when all I could smell was freshly-sucked penis.
I gotta get him back for this - the twin insults of falling asleep on me, and for calling me a ‘good boy .’…