Jacob and Nathan

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Sometimes Nathan sort of tells me what he wants me to do with him, and then we make pretend it was my idea.

One day Nathan came over, and I started touching him, backing him against the dresser and running my hands around his waist. I leaned in to kiss his cheek, but he quickly turned his head so that I had his other cheek. But he didn't let me kiss this one either, and he turned his head and sort of bit me on the jawbone. His incisor really caught my flesh and it nipped.

I laughed. "Nathan!" He was smiling a little, slyly.

I again went for his mouth and he turned away, making little noises in his throat. I ran my tongue up his neck and he shuddered. I could have grabbed his head and held it in place, but I liked his little protest so much more than anything else.

I moved around to get to his mouth once more. I mashed my tongue into the entrance of his lips, but he wouldn't open up for me. His head rolled back the other way and his ear was in front of my mouth.

"Are we being bad today Nathan?" I murmured.

"Yesss..."

"You don't deny anything, do you?" What did he want me to do to him? "Nathan, if there's something you want, all you need to do is ask."

He smiled a little, still looking down. He started to turn his whole body around so that his butt was right in front of my crotch and I ground into him. I put my hands on the small of his back and squeezed his sides. He moaned and leaned forward on the dresser. He wiggled his ass at me. I moved my hand down and groped his juicy rear end. Did he want an ass massage? I continued to rub him but I don't think it was what he had in mind. He reached back with his hands and took mine in his, holding them against his ass cheeks. I spanked him once, my hand not making much sound against his jeans. He let out a little sound and pushed his ass back.

"Nathan, do you need to be spanked?"

He didn't respond. "Answer me baby." I ran my hand up his spine. "You don't have to be ashamed," I added in a softer tone. "But when I ask you a question," I stroked his back, "you have to answer me."

Still no response. "Answer me!"

"Yes Jacob, please!"

"Please what!"

He was having difficulty. He could have just told me but it seemed he was determined to have me initiate it. "PleaseÉ."

I stood him up and turned him around. He was blushing and his eyes looked at my collarbone. I wrapped my arms around him and our faces were close.

"Look at me." He slowly turned his blushing face up to me and his brown eyes met mine. He was breathing hard. He got turned on by this shit.

I took his jaw between my thumb and fingers, feeling the heat radiating from his face.

"Nathan, tell me what you want.

His lips twitched in the way I love. "I would really like it if you É"

"If I É"

His eyes looked almost hurt. "If youÉ" His hands were clutching the fabric of my shirt, kind of pulling at it. He was moving like he was almost ripping it.

"Nathan, I have plenty of time. We will go on like this until you tell me."

"Please," his eyes closed and he breathed in, "I need to be spanked."

I leaned into him and murmured into his cheek, "You bad little boy." He breathed out.

"Look at how your cheeks are all red. I bet you want your ass cheeks to be just like that, don't you?"

He looked up at me with big brown eyes. He whimpered and his mouth parted, looking wet and inviting.

"And your little mouth, all twitchy and needy. Looks like your buttonhole down there needs some attention too. Am I right baby?"

"Uh huh."

"Good boy."

We had never done this before. I was high time for a proper spanking and then a bedding.

I guided him to the bed, and we stood, me behind him, unbuckling his pants. He was already hard. I wanted him to be hard from the spanking and stay that way.

And all I knew was that I wanted to get him to the point of crying. I know this is sick, but I like to see Nathan cry. He is all wet and needy and I am the great benefactor holding him in my arms and consoling him.

I had a flat piece of wood in my room and I got it. I undressed Nathan completely and laid him across my lap. His legs were in the air, balancing on me. He didn't have any contact with the ground and was bare and helpless.

I softly tapped the wood against his behind. I rubbed it sideways.

"UhhhhÉshhhuuuahh," he made lush happy sounds. My boy liked the friction of the wood against his ass.

I picked it up and slapped him.

"Ouu!"

I repeated and increased the strength. He started to give out little feminine moans. He wiggled under me trying to disperse the pain. My cock twitched when he moaned.

I repositioned him so that he was bending over on the bed with his ass facing me. I held a hand on his back while I brought down the piece of wood.

"Ahhhagh!ÉShhahhhha!É"

His hands were stretched out over his head, and he was taking it all very well. I wasn't hitting all that hard yet. He was sighing and letting out lush moaning sounds into the bed. His moaning always turned me on and I was rock hard in my pants.

I increased the strength and he started to protest. He was wiggling around and flinching a little before I brought the wood down. Every now and then I made like I was about to hit him in the normal rhythm, and then he flinched and shuddered when I didn't land the blow. His breathing was tortured and fell in with little grunts of submission.

By the way my baby was still hard. I pulled his penis out from beneath him so that it was along side the bed, pointing downward towards the ground. I took a brake from the spanking and rubbed his shaft ever so slowly. I held the tip of his dick with my thumb and forefinger and carefully rubbed the sensitive glands. He was quiet, enjoying the sensation. I leaned over him and kissed his neck right behind his ear. "I love you Nathan."

"I love you too."

I let go of his dick and got some cool cream. I could feel the heat radiating from his bum without even touching it. Without warning, I squeezed some of the cold cream onto his check.

"Innnph!"

"Shhhu Nathan, this will help."

I rubbed him and he loved it. His ass checks got a nice massage. I teased his ass hole a little by rubbing my finger closer and closer to it. I barely touched it. He was having a hard time.

"Uhh! Please Jacob!"

"What do you want?"

"Just do it!"

"Do what?"

"Oh god! Why don't you justÉ"

I stopped rubbing him and ran my oily hands up his back and whispered in his ear, "If you can't vocalize what you want, I can't help you."

He buried his face in the bed and clutched the blanket around him.

"You need some more work Nathan."

I got out the stick and played with his red oily bum some more. I spanked him repeatedly with less mercy this time. I would hold one leg, and just slap his left check over and over again. When he couldn't take it any more, I would switch to the right. Then I focused on the area between his legs and his bum. I made him spread his legs further apart so that I could get to the skin further inside his crack and between his legs. I don't think he liked this and that turned me on even more. I was so hard in my pants, but I ignored it. I was fascinated by the scene that we were playing.

When I needed to reassure Nathan that everything was going to be okay, I grabbed his dicklet and gave him a nice rub. I focused on the tip, dragging my finger over and over again across it, focusing Nathan's attention away from the pain. He would calm down and breathe heavily into the bed. Then I began the punishment again. He was very vocal at his point and I had to constantly remind him to settle down.

I went back to focusing on one leg at a time. I was putting him in pain and I knew it. He lifted his head up off the bed and was trying to turn around to get my attention.

He was confused and disoriented and he wanted me to stop. I had my hand around his dick, and as far as I was concerned, as long as he was hard, he was enjoying it.

"Jacob, it really hurtsÉ" His voice was shaky.

I softened the blows and brought my face close to his.

"I know Nathan, I know. But his is what you need, and everything is going to be okay." I rubbed his shoulders. "You are doing extremely well. I am very proud of you."

I only heard his breathing. "And I want to let you know that it's okay if you cry for me. It's something that will make you feel good. Let it out for me. I love you Nathan." I kissed his cheek.

I went back to his ass and chose a spot near his inner thigh. I was going to hit that spot until he balled for me like the baby he was. He must have been mentally conflicted about the idea of crying in front of me. But his body made up his mind for him when the pain became too much. I heard him whimpering into the covers and his whimpers turned into sobs that were congested and throaty.

"That's right baby, let it out for me." I said gently. I rubbed his shoulders as he sobbed. "This is your chance to release all the tension."

He was moving around, feebly trying to get away as he sobbed. His head was lolling around, and he tried to turn and look at me, "JacobÉ" his eyes were red and his face was shiningÉ "I've had enough, É enoughÉ"

The demon inside of me was totally out of the bag. I smacked him hard once more and his whole body shuddered. "We are not done yet baby, and I don't want you to ask again!"

"NoÉ" more sobs.

"I'm doing this to you, and I should have done a long time ago. Don't you dare tell me when to stop!"

I gave him another round of slapping and he started to understand the situation. He cried forcefully into the covers, but just laid there and let me do what I was doing without complaint. I took hold of his hand, letting him know that I was there for him and that he was being a good boy.

He was crying. He was crying without remorse. It drove my crazy that he would lay here and take it, now without a thought to move away or protest. He believed in me and that made him mine. I wanted to take him and carry him away with me to the depths of the world where I could fuck him and love him at the same time, and hear him crying out with no fear, and watch him cum for me as I gave him the pleasure that was so mixed with pain.

During the crying his dick had shriveled up inwards towards his body. I was a little worried that I had pushed him too far. But maybe it was a necessary. I needed to bring him back to life now.

I slowed down my smacks and reduced them to barely anything. He didn't seem to notice and just lay there with his ass in the air, crying softly into the bed.

I softly rubbed the back of his head. I whispered, "Everything's going to be okay."

I got out the cream and warmed it in my hands this time. His ass was on fire. I massaged his checks, trying to take the sting out of them. I encircled closer and closer to his ass hole and eventually played with his entrance. I teased him for a good ten minutes. I rubbed the area between his ass and balls and then returned to his ass. He was still sobbing softly and so I stopped what I was doing and leaned into him. I held his head.

"Nathan, look at me." He didn't want to. His face was buried in the covers and he wouldn't move. I was suddenly afraid. Had I been greedy? Did we need a safe word? He wasn't a totally weak guy; he could have forced me to stop if he really needed me to.

I moved his legs so that his ass wasn't in the air any more, and pulled him up so what we were both laying on the bed, face to face. He let me do this. His tear streaked face was next to mine but his hands obscured my view of his eyes. I encircled him with both hands and landed kisses all over his face and hair. I kissed his ear and his neck, and I held the back of his head and slowly rubbed it in my fingers. He made little noises as I tried to show my love for him. I felt that the closer I got to his head, his heart, the more he would know how much I loved him. If I could only be side by side, right up against his nose and his mouth and his eyes, he would know how much I loved him.

I tried to gently take his hands in mine so that I could look into his eyes. Instead of the hurt that I feared I would see, I saw love in his eyes. I saw devotion. I was immobile for a second and my mouth hung lifeless as I gazed into the eyes of the boy I loved. His dark wet eyes looked at me with love and his expression was so pure that I was beyond physical care. He slowly drew his beautiful fingers around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. It was a gentle kiss. We breathed on each other and I felt the warm air from his nostrils on my lip. He smiled, and when I saw that warmth from his face, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I breathed in, my intake of air unsteady. I smiled back and that seemed to unleash the tears that were brimming on my own eyes. He kissed my forehead, and I let him rub me behind my ears. We cuddled and I savored the warmth and comfort of his embrace. We were forgiven. I was forgiven. Nathan was happy.

He scouted closer to me wrapped a leg around me. I looked down and saw that his dick was hard. Seeing his expectant dick filled me with so much pleasure. I knew he wanted me. I loved his dick. I loved the pinkness of his tip. It looked like a piece of pink candy with a marzipan shaft. The hard pink candy begged to be popped in the mouth so that the boy could be pleased.

His leg continued to rub against me and his penis pressed into my tummy. When I looked up at him, he was smiling like a golden god. My own cock had deflated after the fear of upsetting him, but now it grew back to life as Nathan wrapped his arms around me, waiting for me to do what was needed to be done.

I wanted to fuck him side by side, face to face. I wanted to be as close to him as possible, and hold him as tight as I could so that he would know. He would know how much I needed him.

I got more oil that was on the bedside table. He needed more lube in his ass. I tentatively parted his legs some more so that I had access to his hole. I poured some lube onto my fingers and carefully rubbed his ass hole. I inserted a finger and he moaned in appreciation. He was concentrating very hard on what I was doing. I skimmed his prostrate and he groaned as his deep dark place was explored.

I put more lube on my cock, and we positioned ourselves. Nathan was slightly on top of me. He helped me enter him, and I could almost feel his ass inviting me home to his warm hole. We both moaned in delight as I entered him fully. I started fucking, in and out, in and out. He was whimpering and telling me how wonderful it felt. His hands encircled my neck, and they did a never ending dance like he was expressing each and every feeling as it wracked his body. He really liked having my dick in his ass. He was vocal and expressive like never before. I held him and fucked him and told him how much I loved him, and he bit my neck and whispered to me and made little noises that sent me over the roof.

This is what they mean by what they call making love. Nathan and I had been doing it before, but this, if even more, was making love. We were on a new level. I hadn't expected this, and I hadn't dreamed of it. It was beyond my imagination and fantasy. It wasn't something that I had planned; it was something that had happened naturally. And it could only happen between two people.

The need came to me to be on top of him and hold him down. I started to move and he understood. He let me arrange our bodies and was on top of him holding his wrists, and looking into his eyes. They were steady on me and unmoving. His legs were wrapped around me, with his ankles interlocked. He moved with me during each fuck and let me control the speed. When I pushed in, he pushed out accepting me into his body. When I pulled out he tightened his grip, intensifying the sensation as I left him. He angled himself to help me plough his special spot.

I was going to come soon and I shoved my mouth on his check, kissing him hard. Soon I could feel his ass clenching around my dick as he came. That sent me over the edge and I gave him several quick fast fucks as I came inside of him.

Even after coming we seemed interlocked. Our breathing slowly changed and I fell to the side of Nathan, pulling out of him. I wrapped my arms around him and held him very tightly. I closed my eyes and kissed whatever body part happened to be there. I was in some sort of delirium state, and my mind was blank and peaceful. Apparently we were both knocked out. We fell asleep like that, without the need for further words, and without need of explanation.

When I woke it was dark and Nathan wasn't in the bed. I feared for a second that something was wrong. I got up and saw the kitchen light on. I threw on some clothes and went to him, a strange pounding in my heart.

He was standing in front of the stove, cooking. He was wearing this sort of loose, black dress that we had played around with before. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with love and respect.

"Come here Nathan." I opened my arms. We moved together, and he rested his head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his waist. He sighed with contentment. His ass was just a few inches away. I slowly slid my hands down and grasped what was mine. His body jerked at the sudden pressure on his sore ass and he let out a whimper. The whimper went straight to my dick which twitched against Nathan's abdomen. I could feel him smiling on my shoulder. My lust was fueled again. I ran my hands back up to his head and grabbed his head away from my neck and we kissed hard. He was moaning like he knew I liked and my dick was twitching like crazy.

"Oh NathanÉ"

His face was open and willing to accept my kisses and full of bliss.

After that time I got the feeling that I could be even rougher with Nathan. We could go to new heights of extreme fun. But our love had reached a whole new level of depth, and I couldn't cause him pain, and all I wanted to was hold him very tightly and practically squeeze the life out of his body.

Sometimes my lust would reach its zenith, and Nathan would urge me and we would travel back into the far away land of pain and control that we had gone to before. Then there would always be a period of reconciliation where I would lead him back into the land of pleasure, closer to bed, closer to our hearts. He would help me carry him with him, forgiving me and kissing me and letting me know that I was his. After than our loving making sessions had such sweetness that anyone watching would be coughing from the sweetness of the honey, and the length of our sessions, which lasted way into the night, past the time when we should have been sleeping.

One thing I have to say is that we were not afraid of intimacy anymore. We weren't before, but now we especially weren't. We didn't need to lace the intimacy with my authoritative attitude, as if we had used that before as an excuse for our intimacy. When we were loving, we were completely loving and Nathan didn't hold back any of his moans or his expressions or his doubts, and it made me feel even more proud to hold this wonderful being in my arms and know that we were on the one hundred percent level. When we had sex he didn't care how he came across to me. He had no inhibitions about what he was saying or how he was reacting to me. He let everything come out without a filter and the fact that he was so free was my ultimate reward. I had made him trust me in the way that expects no repercussions for ill doing. You don't care about what you say, because you know that no mater what the other person will always love you.

I think there are some relationships where the fundamental things are never figured out. Years into the relationship there can be indecision about who is in control. In reality both are in control, because I need Nathan just as much as he needs me. But in bed, he summits to me, and I lovingly bring him to orgasm. I am proud to say that we really have this figured out. There are things that I want, and Nathan wants them too. We both are at peace, and we are at peace with our intimacy.

But what happens to a couple that doesn't have this figured out? Is there long lasting indescribable resentment on the part of one of the partners, who submits in whatever form or fashion, and the other couldn't care less, as long as he is not overpowered? Are they both somewhat feeble, one person not risking to take too much power, and the sex is off balance and unresolved? I do not understand how this works for most people.

In all of my relationships, I like the line to be clear. It is one of the major factors that turns me on. I like to be in control. I don't know if it's a fault or an insecurity. I want to provide for Nathan, I want to make him feel loved. He wants me to be in control, and that is what I crave. But aren't there a whole host of people out there for whom dominance and control aren't the major issue? If so, then what is their turning point? Life to me seems like it's about who's in control, and who is respected, who is able to get their needs met, and who is not. It is essential to be on the receiving end. It is essential to be respected. I need to make sure I have that taken care of, and it makes me nervous if I don't have control over something that I should. So in my make up, in my history and my association with the world around me, control is majorly important, and it turns me on with respect to sex.

But even I regard Nathan and my relationship as somewhat extreme. Who else could I get to come on this journey with me between the land of pain, back to the land of pleasure, in the name of love, and find attachment and devotion in the end? Nathan is one in a million and I am no fool about that.

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