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Loving Conor - Chapter 8
Sore ribs, stiff neck, and a swollen right hand. I felt it all as I reached for my boyfriend and only found bed sheets. I slowly stood up, made my way to the bathroom and took a piss. After slipping on some briefs, shorts, and a t-shirt, I went to the kitchen... still no Conor, but the coffee was hot. Sam walked in.
"Good morning. How are you feeling after last night?"
"I'm sore, but happy to be alive. Thanks for asking."
"It's hard to believe shit like that happens."
"Yeah, and you never think it will happen to you until it does. Have you seen Conor this morning?"
"Oh, yes. He said to tell you to meet him in the Red Room."
Sam laughed at me as I nearly spit my coffee out.
"The Red Room?"
"Don't ask me, maybe he didn't get enough punishment last night."
I could only imagine one reason why Conor would want me in that room. I had to think quick... there was no way I was ready for something like that. I nearly drown Conor when I had him tied up before, and I seriously didn't like the state of mind I was in. We were meeting with Charles and Thomas later in the day, and I had planned on asking for some advice, but... I would just have to tell Conor I wasn't ready.
I walked the short distance to the Red Room, and found the door slightly open. I could hear heavy breathing and slight grunts. I knew those sounds well, and knew it was Conor who was making them. Sam had come out of the kitchen and was watching me with a grin on her face. I wasn't sure what to think, so I decided not to think and pushed the door open. Conor looked up at me from the floor. "Morning, B." I turned to Sam and said, "You knew, didn't you?" Sam shrugged her shoulders and walked away, still grinning. I walked over to Conor, then bent down and kissed his lips and said "You two had me going, very funny."
Conor had placed mats on the floor of the Red Room. Dressed in only his briefs, he was stretching his legs. "Strip down and Join me for a workout." I thought about the invitation for half a second. Conor's body was an amazing sight to behold, and my cock was already getting hard. "I don't think I could keep up with you, or keep my hands off of you." Conor stood up, and said, "I'm sure you can keep up with me, and you can put your hands on me when we're done." I peeled my shirt off and my shorts hit the floor.
Conor put us through an intense routine. I recognized yoga and ballet moves, and exercises that reminded me of my football drills from high school. I was sucking air hard, but watching Conor took the edge off. Conor's light blue briefs were sopping wet, and almost see through, accentuating his amazing ass cheeks, cock, and balls with each stretch or move he made. I wasn't sure if the exercise session was meant more to work me out or turn me on, but it was doing both.
After about half an hour, Conor finally stopped and said. "Okay, quick break, then we'll warm down." Conor walked over and grabbed two water bottles, then grinned at me. "You look good all sweaty, B" I replied, "I'll have to take your word for it. I feel like a hippo that just ran a marathon." Conor chuckled and handed me a bottle.
Once our workout was done and my breathing was nearly back to normal, I felt energized. I looked in the mirror and had to admit that I did look good, and I was thankful for all of the cross training I had been doing. I felt Conor's hands grab my waistband as he slid my briefs to the floor. Conor put his arms around me from behind, then nibbled my ear and said, "Now what were you saying about putting your hands on me?"
I looked in the mirror once again, and saw us, and I knew it was right. Like two pieces of a puzzle... we were different, but we fit together... we completed each other. Once again I felt compelled to tell Conor that I loved him, but the ominous setting of the room held me in check. I saw the whipping pole and cringed, not knowing Conor's full intentions of using the Red Room.
"Why did you pick this room, Conor?"
"Because the only other room with enough space is the Common room, and I wanted the privacy, why?"
"I thought maybe... Listen, babe. I know I said something about wanting you in here, but to be honest it scares the hell out of me. When I tied you up before... The last thing in the world I want is to hurt you."
Conor let go of me and took a step away, and he didn't look happy.
"I told you I wanted it. I told you that you didn't hurt me. I told you that I trusted you, but apparently you don't trust me!"
I was completely blindsided by the accusation, but I quickly realized my mistake.
"No, babe. I'm sorry. I believe you, and I would trust you with my dying breath!"
Conor stood silent for a moment and I was wondering if we were about to have our first fight.
"Prove it."
It was only two simple words, but there was nothing I wanted more and nothing I wouldn't do to fulfill them.
"What do I have to...? Oh."
Conor looked at the whipping pole, answering my question, then walked over and locked the red door. I turned toward the device and took the first step. I had no idea what was in store for me... until I heard a popping sound. I glanced over my shoulder to see that Conor had picked up a cat o' nine tails from a rack on the wall. I braced myself and started walking, then something happened that I didn't expect.
My heart raced, and my cock grew harder with every step. Were it anyone else, I would have refused, but I did trust Conor and now I understood... I wanted it. I wanted it badly!
I reached the pole and grabbed the straps, then turned to face Conor with my arms out, ready to be tied in total submission. Conor grabbed my wrists, then pulled me in and kissed me... softly?
"That's enough, B. I believe you."
"Don't stop now. I want you to do it."
"I know babe, but I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing and I'm afraid I'll really hurt you. I realize now that you trusted me all along, but you didn't trust yourself. I'm sorry I doubted you. I guess now we know how each other feel."
"I forgive you, babe, but I'm horny as fuck now."
Conor shot me a wicked grin then tossed the whip to the floor, grabbed my cock, and used it as a leash to pull me to the sling.
"Get in."
I turned and looked at the contraption, held up by chains, trying to decide the best way to climb in. Conor wasn't having the delay, and pushed me into the seat, then lifted my legs and set them in the stirrups. I was going to be fucked, literally, and my ass quivered in anticipation. I squirmed a bit, trying to get as comfortable as possible, causing the sling to start rocking back and forth. Conor opened a small cabinet next to the sling, pulled out a blindfold and tossed it to me. My heart started racing again as I put it over my eyes and tied it in place. Conor pushed the sling, then smacked my ass on the rebound.
"Ow, fuck!"
"What? You want me to fuck you?"
"Yes... ow!" My other ass cheek was slapped.
"I'll fuck you if and when I'm ready, got it?"
"Yes... Omph! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" The next slap was right across my hole, and the next, and next. I was getting a taste of my own medicine. Just as I thought I couldn't take anymore, the spanking stopped, and I heard the cabinet open again. I felt the coolness of the cream as it was smeared onto my asshole, then slight pain as my anal ring was being stretched by something hard, but smaller than Conor's fat cock. Conor continued to push the toy up my ass until his finger couldn't go any further. Just as the toy started vibrating against my prostate, Conor took my entire cock into his mouth and down his throat and started pumping and sucking.
"Oh, yessss. Oh my... fuck!" The device apparently had variable modes and went from vibrating to intensely pulsing on and off. Conor pulled my cock almost all the way out of his mouth and started sucking hard on the head and flicking it with his tongue.
"Ahhh... you're going to make me... OW!" My asshole was slapped again, but this time my balls took a hit, too. I still had my mouth open from the pain when I Conor's big cock slid between my lips.
"Suck me."
I happily obeyed and swallowed the meat being force-fed to me. The vibrator sent steady waves of pleasure through my prostate and up my cock.
"Jerk off while you suck me."
I obeyed again and took my dick into my hand.
"Jerk off fast and hard."
I pumped my cock as directed.
"Faster!"
Conor set the device to the intense pulse again, and I could feel cum climbing up my cock, and let out a muffled moan.
"Stop! Don't touch it!"
Conor stopped the vibrator, and I let my cock go. Gobs of precum oozed out of my dickslit onto my stomach and slid down my side. Conor wiped the cum off my body and fed it to me alongside his dick, then he fucked my mouth hard.
After a few minutes of face fucking me, Conor pulled his cock out, then pulled the vibrator from my hole. I heard the cabinet open again, and then felt something bigger than the vibrator being inserted into me. I moaned a bit at the pain, then it was gone. The objects got progressively larger as they were being shoved up my ass, and I realized it was a chain of anal beads.
"Jerk off again, slowly."
I grabbed my cock and gently pumped it in my fist. I felt the pressure of the first bead being pulled out and instinctively started to push, but Conor smacked my ass again.
"No, hold it in!"
"Okay, fuck!"
"Fast and hard!"
I savagely beat my cock as each bead was slowly but forcefully pulled from my clenching asshole. My body tensed up and I could feel my cum trying to escape again.
"Stop! Get your hands off!"
My cock slapped against my abs, sending drops of precum splattering over my body. After the last bead was out, more cream was added, then I was being stuffed by something larger... much larger.
"Breathe and relax."
My hole was being painfully stretched, and I grabbed the chains and held on tight.
"Ahhhhh... mother fuck!"
My ass finally relaxed around the stem of the buttplug, then I felt the vibrator again, but this time on the head of my dick, which was now so hard it hurt. I was getting close again, and my body convulsed involuntarily as Conor shifted through the vibrating modes and licked my balls and around the butt plug.
"Do you want to cum?"
"Ahh fuck, Yes!"
"No!" The vibrations stopped and I was left just at the edge once again.
"Fuck!"
"Exactly!" The butt plug was unceremoniously pulled from my ass, and replaced with Conor's big dick.
"Uhhhh, fuck!" Conor slid the length of his cock deep inside me in one stroke and started fucking me hard. As his body slammed into mine, the sling rocked back and forth. Over and over again my ass was rammed by my lover's pole, making loud slapping sounds each time. Conor's breathing became heavy and he started moaning.
"Jerk off now!"
I pounded my cock with my fist again, and Conor pulled me in and started fucking me with shorter, faster strokes. I could feel my orgasim starting up, and moaned unintelligibly.
"F-F-FFuuukkk mee!"
"Do you want to cum?"
"y-y-y-yess!"
"Fuck no! Stop and take the blindfold off."
I dropped my cock once again and my body trembled. I pulled the blindfold off just as Conor gave the sling a big push. My ass took the full force of my body weight as it slammed into Conor's waiting cock, impaling me deep. "Ohhhh mother fuck!"
"Do you want to cum?"
"Yes."
"I can't hear you! Do you want to cum?"
"Fuck yes, please let me cum!"
Conor grabbed my cock and started sucking me off as he was drilling into me, and we were both moaning like mad men. Watching my boyfriend's sexy lips move up and down my shaft did me in. I did my best not to let on that I was about to shoot into Conor's mouth... just in case he was planning on stopping me again. Conor fucked me harder and faster and I could tell he was about to flood my insides with his juice.
"Fuuuukkk I'm cummmmiiinnngg! I yelled loud enough that anyone nearby would have heard. Conor tried to contain the torrent of jizz I was feeding him while he unloaded in my ass, but much of it poured from the sides of his mouth. We continued draining our balls into each other until there was nothing left, then we shared a cum coated kiss.
Conor helped me out of the sling. Between the workout and having my ass wrecked, my entire body was shaking. We grabbed our clothes and walked to Conor's room nude. There was no point in getting dressed to go two doors down, and no hiding what we were just doing. As we walked out of the door, Tom whistled cat calls from down the hall.
Instead of a shower, Conor ran a bubble bath. I sat with my back to the wall and Conor sat between my legs, leaning against my chest. We rested for a while, gently caressing each other before speaking.
"Was I too rough, B?"
"Too rough? I'm gonna say "no" but my ass may disagree tomorrow. You were fucking awesome, if that answers your question better.
Conor looked up at me and our lips met. We made out like lovers until the water started to get cold. I could never get enough of Conor's sweet lips on mine or his tongue dancing in my mouth. We finally got out of the bath and dried each other off, chatting about the upcoming evening.
Tonight was a big Mardi Gras parade, and there was no House event since everyone would be attending. Tonight was also our date with Charles and Thomas. Charles offered to cook for us, so we decided to forgo the parade in favor of a nice, quiet evening. I liked Charles, but I had slight reservations about his intentions, and thought it best to talk to Conor beforehand.
"I have a feeling Charles and Thomas are going to want to "play" together tonight."
"Probably. What do you think about keeping things between us from now on, B?"
"I couldn't agree more, babe. I don't want to share you with anyone."
"I don't want to share you either, B."
We still had most of the day left before our date, and had agreed to grab some food and go hang out at the cabana. As soon as we got dressed, however, Conor received a phone call about trying out for a photo gig with a major sportswear company, promoting a line of new athletic underwear for men.
"I'm sorry, B. I had intended on taking Spring Break off, but this could be my big break. You can come with me if you want."
"Hmmm, let's see... hang out here with nothing to do while you go take pictures of hot men in sexy undies... I think I'll go with you."
Conor grinned at me. "Are we having trust issues? Do I need to punish you again?"
I grinned back. "Ummmm no on the first part, and yes on the second part."
"No way, B. It's my turn to get punished!"
After getting a bite to eat, we set out. The photoshoot would take place in Hollywood, Florida, which was too far to walk so we borrowed Jim's car. Apparently the head of the marketing division had seen Conor's work and was impressed. We chatted about the job along the way.
"This job seems a bit out of character for your type of photography work. I'm guessing the money is good, but I can't imagine that you would sell your soul for a few bucks; you love what you do too much."
"You know me too well already, B. You're right about the money; if this works out it will go a long way toward the purchase of the studio. Sean, the guy that called me, said that he didn't want the standard model shoot, but something different. I asked him what he meant by different, and he said that it was up to me to define it in my photos. I think I can work with that, and I'm up for the challenge. Sean is from Ireland, too, so I think we'll get along."
I noticed a shift in Conor's expression after mentioning Ireland. "You look sad all of the sudden, babe. Are you missing home?"
"Well, sure, but... I grew up living next door to a boy named Sean. Sean's father was much like mine, and we became each other's support. Sometimes when my dad was away Sean would stay at my house. We were talking in my room late one night and the next thing I knew we were kissing. After that night, we continued to explore our new relationship and explore sex together. I thought I hid it from my mom but after about a month she confronted me. I denied it but she pushed until I started crying. My mom held me and asked if I loved him. I said yes, then she started crying. She told me that I deserved to be loved and it didn't matter if it was from a boy or a girl. Sean was my first love, B."
"I see. Is this the same Sean?"
"No, B. I will never see Sean again. Sean and I vowed to stay in touch and get back together someday, but that didn't last. Sean became angry, saying that I abandoned him and that he hated me. We could only communicate through email then, and he simply stopped replying. My mom tried to talk to Sean but said he would just walk away from her. Not long after I left, Sean and his family moved out of the neighborhood. I continued writing until I received a message that Sean's account no longer existed. It broke me, B. I'm not sure I can ever love someone like that again."
There was no stopping the tear that fell from my eye or the pain in my chest. I knew Conor would think it was from his sad story, and he would be partially correct. Weather he meant to or not, Conor had just told me he didn't love me, and it hurt like hell.
I put a hand on Conor's shoulder and let him have a moment. "I'm so sorry, babe. Your mom was right though. You deserve to be loved. You can give up on love, but it will never give up on you. Just like that first kiss, love has a way of sneaking up on you when you least expect it."
"It seems to me that love has a way of hurting you when you least expect it. You should know about that."
"You mean Julie?"
"Yes, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be insensitive. It's just that I know how much you loved her, and now she's gone forever, just like Sean."
"You're right. Julie is gone, but the love and memories we shared will always be with me. I hold on to that, but I can't hold on to the past... YOU can't hold on the past or it will break you. You have to learn to let go and move on. Love lives in the present, Conor."
Conor sat quiet for a moment, then smiled. "I feel like I just had a conversation with the Dalai Lama. I guess I have been holding on to the past, B. Maybe with you, I can learn to let go."
I pulled one of Conor's hands from the steering wheel and placed it in mine. Hope... I had hope. I could work with that, and I was up for the challenge.
We finally reached our destination, a swank four story building next to the beach. Conor grabbed two camera bags and handed one to me. "This is a trial run for the account, so just in case we're questioned, you're my assistant. Point and click; I'm sure you'll get some good shots." I chuckled, "Do I get paid then?" Conor winked at me, "I'm sure we can work payment details out later tonight."
Kate, the bubbly receptionist at the front desk, had us take a seat. I watched Conor scan the walls covered with previous promotional photos before leaning over and whispering in my ear, "Typical and boring." I nodded in agreement.
A group of men came into the room, all dressed in matching tank tops and athletic underwear of various styles. The men were definitely the model type; lean, fit, angular faces, and perfect hair. Kate walked over with a big smile on her face. "Damn, I love my job! It's not often that the photographers are as hot as the models... oh sorry. I'm supposed to tell you that you can use any part of the building, the property or the beach. Sean will review the photos right away and let you know. They're all yours, boys. Have fun... I mean, get some good shots!"
Conor scanned the guys, then turned and looked out the window. We were on the second floor and had a fair view of the surrounding property. "Okay, guys, we're going out for some natural light. Follow me." We packed into two elevators to go the ground floor. Conor and I went in first, and of course ended up behind the models. Conor whispered to me again, "So which one has the best ass?" I looked at the Grade-A asses standing before us, some of which were framed by jock straps, then pinched Conor's ass cheek, "This one." Conor smiled then pinched me back, "No, this one."
Once we were assembled outside, Conor led everyone to the back of the building next to an area of muddy ground, apparently being prepared for an addition to the parking lot, then pulled a rugby ball out of his pack. "I hope you guys don't mind getting dirty, because you're playing ball today." The models smiled and cheered, obviously happy to have a break from the mundane posing they were used to. Conor split the group into two teams, then had one team remove their tank tops. "First team with three goals wins. Obviously there are no goals, so just draw two lines in the mud. Have fun and be safe!" As the teams assembled, Conor said, "The ball was for the beach today, but it came in handy here."
The two teams huddled to pick positions and strategies, and the game was on. None of the men were wearing shoes, and couldn't find much traction in the mud. Within minutes every model had muddy hand prints on their faces, chests, backs, and legs from being blocked or tackled. Conor snapped picture after picture as the friendly game went on. After the second goal, the game took a pause so one of the players could find his briefs, which had been stripped off and trampled. By the third goal, all of the men were covered head to toe in mud. Conor assembled the teams together for a group shot, then led them to the beach to clean up, taking pictures as the mud was being rinsed off by waves. I got close to Conor and said, "You're brilliant, you know that right?" Conor blushed and replied, "Never mistake brilliance for insanity, B."
On our way back up the elevator, Conor switched cameras with me so we could look at each other's photos. I was blown away at the images Conor was able to capture, and I knew they would be a hit. Conor laughed when he looked at the photos on my camera. "Some assistant you are, B, you only took pictures of me." I held in a laugh and said, "Those are for my private collection. Do I still get paid tonight?" Conor grinned, "I'd pay you right now if this damn elevator ride lasted longer."
Kate took Conor's memory card to Sean for review, and we waited. I noticed Conor fidgeting and could tell he was nervous. I put a hand on his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, babe, your photos are amazing." Conor put his hand over mine and smiled. After about twenty minutes had passed, Conor was up pacing the floor like an expectant father.
Kate finally returned and handed Conor his memory card back. "Sean said to tell you that you have some nerve. You broke nearly every safety rule in the company, not to mention violating the contracts for the models and setting us up for a potential lawsuit." Conor shot back, "Tell Sean I said thanks for the opportunity, but if I can't do good work because of a few stupid rules, then I'm not your guy." We turned to walk away and Kate said, "Wait! Sean also said, and I quote, "He's a fucking genius!" You got the account, and Sean would like to see you now." Conor beamed and hugged Kate, who said once more, "Damn, I love my job!"
We were directed to the top floor of the building. Sean's office was one of four facing the ocean. As we walked down the hallway, it was apparent that the activewear business was booming. The floor was all marble, and large pillars divided smoked glass windows surrounding each office. Conor said, "I guess it's nice, but it's too sterile for me... no character." I said, "True, but the view may make up for it." We reached the end of the hallway and stood in front of the office door. Conor asked, "Are we supposed to knock or what?" I shrugged my shoulders and said, "He's expecting us, so I say we just go in." Conor took a deep breath and opened the door. I followed him in.
When we walked into the office, I had to catch my breath. The views were spectacular! I turned my attention to the far corner, where a handsome young man dressed in a nice suit stood to greet us. I nearly ran into Conor when he stopped halfway to the desk. Sean walked out from behind the desk and took a few steps toward Conor, then stopped. Sean's mouth fell open, his eyes went wide, and he said "Chroí?"
Conor's camera bag fell to the floor and he took two steps back, running into me. "No! Don't call me that! You don't get to call me that!" Conor turned and ran from the room, and instantly I knew. Sean said, "Wait, Conor! I didn't know!" Sean started after Conor, but I grabbed him by the shoulders and held him in place. "Just let him go, Sean!" I watched as tears flooded Sean's eyes. "Tell him I didn't know it was him. Conor is a popular name in Ireland, and... please, tell him I didn't know."
I found Conor leaning against the trunk of the car throwing up. I unzipped Conor's pack and found a small towel, then handed it to him. Conor wiped his face, handed me the car key, and managed to get one word out, "Home."
The drive back to The House seemed to take forever, and not a word was said between us. Conor leaned his forehead against the window and stared into oblivion. When we finally arrived, I parked near the back entrance, grabbed the two camera bags and Conor's pack, then helped him out of the car. I took Conor through the kitchen entrance, and straight to his room to avoid as many people as I could. Fortunately the place was empty. I got Conor to his bed, then wet a rag in cold water and wiped his face.
I felt more awkward than I had ever felt in my life. I wanted to comfort my boyfriend, but wasn't sure I even held the title anymore. I understood the shock and surprise that Conor was experiencing. I also knew that once it wore off, Conor and Sean could end up back together again. I loved Conor... with all my heart and soul, I loved him... I loved him enough to let him go.
I kissed my love on the cheek, then quietly said "I'll be in Jim's room if you need anything." I started to get up but Conor grabbed my arm. "Please don't leave me, B. I need you. I only need you." I fell down next to Conor and pulled him into me, cradling him as his sobs were muted into my chest. Conor's entire body shook as he cried, and all I could do was hold him and wait. I had no answers for Conor, and none left to give myself. I just waited, trying to rid my mind of the questions.
To be continued...