The Hampton Road Club: Hesitant Heart Part 8
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Chapter Seven.
Sam stretched in Aaron's bed.
Our bed.
Nothing had been said but Aaron had brought his few belongings into the bedroom, placed them in a drawer then had brought Sam to sleep with him. But that had only been after they'd sucked off each other's d.i.c.ks-as Aaron had explained they were called. Sam had even told Aaron that he'd wanted Aaron to come in his mouth and he had. The feel of Aaron's thick c.o.c.k pulsing on his tongue as the creamy spend shot down his throat had been amazing. He'd done that. He'd made him feel really good. It hadn't been hard to tell how much Aaron had liked it since he'd yelled so loud.
Right before they'd fallen asleep in each other's arms, Aaron had told him all the different terms he could use to describe his p.e.n.i.s. They'd eventually become so ridiculous that both of them had dissolved into fits of hysterical laughter. Sam's favorites had been pikestaff and flapdoodle. Drumstick had been pretty funny too.
Sam took a peek at Aaron, who was lying on his back. His nose was prominent but straight and proportioned to his face. His full eyebrows complimented his heavily lashed eyes. Even though Aaron was asleep, Sam could see them in his mind-big, round and soulful. Lips that were fuller on the bottom would stretch into a warm smile when Sam made him happy. Sam wanted to make him happy for always.
"I feel you staring at me, little Sam."
Aaron turned his head and popped one eye open to look at him. Sam's heart lifted, just knowing that his Sir was awake.
"I didn't mean to bother you, Sir."
So much better than saying Aaron. Even if it is a beautiful name.
"Come on then. Give me a hug."
Aaron opened his arms and Sam launched himself into them. They nuzzled and kneaded one another, Sam unconsciously rubbing his erection against Aaron's body. Aaron reached between them and grabbed his d.i.c.k, squeezing it very hard right at the base. Sam instantly stilled, surprised.
"It's time to begin your training." Aaron peered down at him. "Self-control will be a good place to start. We're also going to do some light binding, as well as testing your pain responses." Aaron's brow creased slightly. "I wonder..."
Sam wasn't sure if he was supposed to ask anything-if it would be considered questioning Aaron's orders or not-but he couldn't help himself.
"What are you wondering?" Sam almost bit his lip but stopped in time. "Am I allowed to ask those things?"
"You can ask about anything you don't understand, except when we're engaged in our playtime. Then you must follow my orders. I will do my best to explain everything beforehand so as not to frighten you. However, you can ask anything you like about our interaction afterwards. Questions about something you don't understand is one thing. Questioning my orders after you're clear about my expectations is disobedience." Aaron plucked a stray hair from Sam's face. "Understood?"
"Yes, Sir."
Sam could see it would take some time, but he was getting better at comprehending Aaron's wishes.
"Good. To help ease your mind even more, there will always be a way for you to stop me if you can't handle what's happening between us."
"Stop?"
Sam didn't think Aaron had ever wanted to stop. Did that mean if Sam told Aaron to stop, Aaron would be done with him, make him go away?
"Oh dear. I've upset you. What is it, little Sam?"
His words tumbled out. "I don't want you to stop, Sir, never! Please don't send me away."
Aaron frowned then pulled him close, caressing him rea.s.suringly. Sam could feel the frantic beat of his own heart against Aaron's chest. At last, Sam's breathing slowed, and Aaron loosened his hold, but didn't let go. He petted Sam's head soothingly.
"There, there. This is why understanding is so important. Did you think that I meant that if you asked me to stop something, then it would be the end for good?"
Sam's lip quivered as he nodded.
"That's not what I meant at all, little Sam. I'm keeping you, no matter what. In our type of relations.h.i.+p, it takes a lot of courage for a submissive man to allow someone to tie him up then use instruments of pain on him. The Dominant's job is to know their submissive's body so well that they can inherently gauge how much the submissive can handle. But even the Dominant isn't perfect. If there's ever a time that you genuinely feel you can't take any more of my discipline or punishments then you must ask for mercy. I'll stop and we can discuss what happened then make it better."
"Oh." Sam sniffled. "So everyone does it that way? They let the lesser man stop things?"
Aaron tensed, his expression taking on the edge of severity Sam had witnessed when he'd talked about his father.
"You are never lesser, Sam. Never. You are the perfect counterpart to me. You provide the balance in our relations.h.i.+p. We can't achieve that balance without both parts. Both equal parts."
He couldn't fathom how Aaron could view Sam as equal to him. Aaron had lived an incredible life, was a talented painter, was very beautiful and had been really kind to him.
"Before we wrap up this topic, I want to be completely open with you about one thing-not every Dominant listens to their boy's pleas for mercy. I don't agree with that practice and neither does Saul or many other members of the club. But since there aren't any universal rules, there's not much that can be done. Our lifestyle is kept hidden in the shadows, so it's difficult to govern, although the Hampton Road Club is one of the best places I've ever patronized."
"It's very interesting. There are so many things I never knew about before." Sam thought that Aaron might have forgotten what he'd started to say before. "So, if it's okay, Sir, what was it that you were wondering?"
"Ah, of course. Well, for someone as fresh to this way of life as you are, I'm thinking regular discipline might be a very good place to start. I've never had the opportunity to use it before, since I haven't had a steady submissive. However, I've heard other adherents speak of it highly."
Sam worked very hard not to appear nervous. "What does that mean?"
"To begin with, let's establish a daily routine. We'll set up a morning ritual that will include your daily discipline and we can also use that time to reconnect before we begin our day. Then I'll lay out what is expected of you for the day and that's all you'll need to focus on. Everything else will be handled by me."
Sam must have still looked confused.
"How about we begin, then it will become more clear."
"Okay, Sir."
Even though he knew it would take a while for him to absorb the more confusing aspects of his relations.h.i.+p with Aaron, he was already experiencing a deeper calm than he'd ever known before.
Aaron guided him through their morning. As they completed the basics of grooming and breakfast, Sam couldn't help but get distracted by his own needy c.o.c.k and the sight of Aaron's swaying erection, his full sac hanging low. He swallowed, his gaze continuously drawn to the flush of arousal evident on Aaron's skin.
After they'd cleared and washed the dishes, Aaron beckoned Sam to the bedroom.
"Stand here in the middle of the rug."
Sam did as he was told. Aaron manipulated his body by placing a hand on his abdomen then another on his upper back. He pushed against Sam's body at the same time.
"Stand up as straight as you can. There, like that. Keep your shoulders back, chin up. Good boy."
The praise warmed Sam from the inside.
"Clasp your wrists behind your back. Let them rest above your b.u.t.tocks. Keep your elbows even and don't forget to keep your posture straight. Face forward then lower your eyes without dipping your chin."
Once Sam achieved the position Aaron desired, he knew his c.o.c.k would be lewdly on display.
"From now on, every morning once we've finished breakfast, you will a.s.sume this stance in the exact same spot until I come in to inspect you. I may follow you in, or I may do something else first. Regardless, you are to be here in the correct position when I enter the room. Failure to accomplish this will result in a punishment. Is that clear?"
Sam inhaled deeply. "Yes, Sir."
"Very good. Now stay still."
Sam almost asked Aaron whether they were done until he remembered that it wasn't his place to ask about those things. It was Aaron's job to handle everything, to direct Sam so he didn't have to think about it. All he had to do was let Aaron take charge.
He heard Aaron move around the room, but he refused to look up. He wouldn't fail his very first, real a.s.signment. It wasn't easy remaining in place. He wanted to fidget, to chew. The fight to keep from moving made him think about nothing but wanting to move. Even though he was merely standing, not doing anything that required any physical strength, sweat broke out on his forehead. He was going to disappoint Aaron. Before he could stop himself, he whimpered.
"Sam."
He startled, but didn't break his stance. The gentle voice had been right next to his ear. He'd been so focused on remaining still, he hadn't even realized Aaron was close.
"Tell me what's wrong."
"I'm going to fail."
"No, you're not. You're doing very well. If it isn't perfect this time, it will be better next time because you'll keep trying, right?"
Sam exhaled on a long breath. "Yes, Sir."
"Good boy. Now, remain in position but follow me to the bed."
Sam did as he was told, careful to keep his eyes cast down as he walked behind Aaron. Aaron held a hand up for Sam to stop. He could see from his peripheral vision that Aaron had sat on the edge of the bed, his feet planted shoulder width apart.
"Relax."
Sam dropped his arms to his side and shook out his hands. But he remained straight and didn't raise his eyes.
"Come here." Aaron maintained his same even tone. "You're going to lie across my lap, face down."
Sam swallowed hard. He knew there would be many things happening between them in the beginning that would be mysterious and scary until he learned more about Aaron's way of life-Sam's way now too. He reminded himself over and over that he trusted Aaron, knew Aaron was a good man-and that Aaron would take care of, protect and guide him.
It was awkward to position himself and he felt a bit silly. Aaron helped him by manipulating his body, scooting him forward so that his a.s.s tipped higher in the air. Aaron's knees were far enough apart that Sam's c.o.c.k dangled between them. Once Aaron seemed to have Sam's body the way he wanted, Aaron closed his knees so that only a small amount of room was left for Sam's hard d.i.c.k to poke between them.
"Put your hands down on the floor."
Sam could barely reach because he was so short. He was really only able to get his fingertips to touch the rug. Aaron placed a strong, comforting hand at the small of his back as if holding him in place.
"You will be spanked with my hand ten times each morning. If you're having difficulty concentrating or obeying, I might increase the amount of strikes. It won't be considered a punishment. It's merely a tool to help give you structure, encourage calm and focus."
Never had Sam wanted to ask a question so much in his life. Maybe when they were done, he would. He'd never been spanked as a child-his father had always used much harsher punishments. And his father had always been angry the way Aaron had said he would never be when he struck Sam.
Suddenly it made sense. Aaron wasn't angry. He was letting Sam know what to expect. Maybe it was all a good idea-part of what guiding him was all about. If standing still for a few minutes was so d.a.m.n hard, maybe he really could use a good spanking to gain some focus.
"Eventually, I won't warn you. But until you become accustomed to this, I'll let you know what I'm doing. Are you frightened of me, little Sam?"
"No, Sir. Thank you for helping me, Sir."
Aaron stroked the fleshy part of his rear with the hand not holding him in place.
"You're welcome, sweet Sam. I'm going to give you the first one."
The resounding smack shocked him. He yelped then instinctually tried to propel himself away.
"Stay still. Keep your a.s.s up."
Still.
Another thwack landed on the other cheek and Sam gritted his teeth.
"Breathe, little Sam."
Sam closed his eyes and concentrated on taking air in and out the way he had after he'd fainted at the bathhouse. Two more slaps landed on his cheeks, the sting building. Aaron lightly rubbed Sam's heated flesh and he sighed at the sensation. The thrum of energy under his skin that he'd experienced the day before, in antic.i.p.ation of s.e.x, built again.
There were four more hits to his a.s.s, harder than the ones before, the pain sharpening. He grunted with each strike, but took breaths in between. He remembered what Aaron had said about stopping things, that he could use the word 'mercy'.
Aaron paused to caress his rear and it was even more soothing and wonderful than before. As his body had been pushed forward with each hit, his d.i.c.k had rubbed against Aaron's leg. The friction, hurt, tingling, and light touching had all combined together to excite him. He was hard. Aaron had told him there would be ten spanks and he'd only had eight. He hoped Aaron didn't forget the last ones.
Still Aaron petted his a.s.s in gentle circles. "So very pretty, little Sam. Your skin is beautifully pinked." Aaron sighed. "Only two more."
The final slaps stung hard. Aaron immediately soothed his aching flesh with the soft touch of his fingers. Sam started when Aaron opened his legs and reached around Sam's middle to grasp his leaking c.o.c.k.
"Mmm, just as I'd hoped. Don't expect this every morning Sam, but you did remarkably well for your first spanking. You can come whenever you'd like."
Sam was still splayed face down across Aaron's lap, completely reliant on Aaron to keep him in place. Aaron's hand was hot, powerful. It didn't take much effort for Aaron to cause him to shoot, splashes. .h.i.tting the floor as he did. He didn't see why he couldn't expect it every morning when it was such a fantastic way to start the day.
Aaron eased him off his lap then stood with him.
"Let's clean up in here, then clean ourselves in the shower. Afterwards, I have a cream I can rub on you to help ease the pain."
"It's not bad, Sir. It was the erotic kind."
Chuckling, Aaron pulled him in for a hug. "Yes, it was for me too."
That confused Sam. "But you didn't get hit."
"Actually, my hand did. But it was spectacular to share the sting, to have that intimate connection with you."
Filled with contentment, Sam couldn't wait to really begin his whole new life with Aaron-with his Sir.
Aaron gazed down upon the lovely form of his sweet submissive. They'd played for several days-every moment spent together learning one another's bodies, sharing stories from their lives. Sam's training had been moving along remarkably well for someone so innocent. Perhaps his father had inadvertently contributed to Sam's willingness to learn about Aaron's lifestyle. Since Sam had been kept s.h.i.+elded from so many aspects of life, he had little in the way of comparison.
Gradually adding new facets to their dynamic each day, Aaron had found Sam to be incredibly responsive. He was so loving, so eager to please. Whenever Aaron gave him even the mildest of praise, Sam would beam up at him. He stood straighter and appeared more self-a.s.sured then he had since that last day at the bathhouse. But what Aaron loved most of all was his laughter. Sam loved to laugh.
Aaron had yet to take Sam's virginity or even breach him a.n.a.lly. There had been several not very subtle hints from Sam, but Aaron had managed to distract him with oral pleasures or dry rutting. Another act that Sam greatly enjoyed was when Aaron would wrap his fist around both of their erections at once then m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e them together. It had become a thrill for Sam when Aaron would tell him to wait so that they could both come together. Sometimes Aaron would deliberately hold back to see how long Sam could. Those were the times when Sam didn't even realize Aaron was training him. It had all seemed like fun to Sam.
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