September 21, 2007

Birthday scene from Love Runes

© 2007 Jay Lygon

I slumped against the passenger door of Hector’s vintage truck and stared out the window at the small, rundown buildings of our Long Beach neighborhood as we drove home from the mechanic. Even though it was Saturday, several of the shops we passed were closed, with heavy iron gates locked over the entrances.

Hector ignored me as he drove, but I couldn’t stop sneaking glances at him. When he glowered, adrenaline shot through my blood and made my nerves tingle. He had an edge to him that turned me on like nothing else. But then, everything about him turned me on, from the size of his hands, to the warm mocha coloring of his skin, to the laugh lines around his eyes that crinkled when he smiled at me. For a badass leather Daddy, he smiled at me a lot. I think I amused him. Usually. When the mechanic told me my car was beyond repair though, I got really upset, and that was when Hector stopped smiling. He dragged me to his truck, gruffly told me to get in, and stomped around to the driver’s side. He hadn’t said a word since then.

The silence had me squirming. Finally, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. “I know my car was a piece of shit, Sir, but how could everything can go wrong all at once like that? There wasn’t even a warning light when I drove to my basketball game this morning. Then two hours later the engine throws a rod, the timing belt breaks, every hose explodes, and the brakes go out? I swear, it’s like someone threw a powerful curse on it.”

Hector studied his side mirror for a long time, as if he were avoiding looking at me. “Don’t be so dramatic, Sam.”

Maybe the tiny quiver in my voice was a bit over the top, but it wasn’t all acting. Frustration welled up inside me and I blurted out, “How am I supposed to get to movie screenings and press junkets? I can’t write my movie reviews if I can’t get to the screenings.”

“We’ll work something out.” Hector squeezed my arm. 

How could he be so calm? I ran my fingers through my black curls and tugged on them until I winced. “I guess I can figure out the bus schedules.” That would go over well. Me all hot and sweaty from a two-hour bus ride, trying to push through the mob of freelance reporters in the hopes that I could get a quote or a private interview with a movie star. My shoulders sagged.

“Don’t worry about it, Sam. I’ll take care of everything.”

Sure, he was my Master, my doting Papi, but I hated it when he swooped in and tried to make all my problems go away. “I can take care of myself.”

Hector gripped the steering wheel tighter and mumbled under his breath. The only words I caught were, “Stubborn,” and, “Pain in the ass.” I think he meant for me to hear that.

I slammed back against the seat and stared at the floorboard. Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t pay much attention to where Hector was driving. Then it seemed we should have been home by then, so I looked sat up and looked out the passenger window.

“Decided to stop sulking?” Hector asked. “I’ve been circling, waiting for you to snap out of your mood. If you’d been paying attention, you’d know that we’ve been around this block four times now, Boy.” From his tone, there was no question he’d had enough of my emo moment. If I didn’t watch it, I’d be in for one of his attitude correction punishments, like having my mouth washed out with soap. The thought of it made me scrape my teeth over my tongue.

“Sorry, Sir.” I sneaked a few glances at him through my lowered lashes and made sure he caught me at it. When a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, I bowed my head in submission.

“Much better. You don’t want to be in trouble today, Boy. I have plans for you. Open the glove compartment.” He laughed when I scrambled obey. Inside was a blindfold. “Put it on,” he told me.

“Yes, Sir!”

By the time he stopped the truck, my car problems were forgotten and I had a hard-on. All I could concentrate on was pleasing him. I heard him get out of the truck, but until he gave me an order, I wasn’t about to move.

I heard the passenger door open. “Can you see anything?” Hector asked. I shook my head. “Give me your hands so that I can help you out.”

He led me out of the truck. From the feel of concrete under one foot and grass under the other, I guessed we were in the driveway of his old bungalow-style house. Holding both my hands, he led me several feet in a straight line. I grinned. We were headed towards the detached garage in his backyard where he kept his dungeon. But then we turned. I stumbled over the brick patio. Were we headed for the back porch of the house? We turned again, and again, and again, until I was hopelessly confused. Were we near my herb garden or the barbeque grill? I’d assumed we were at the house, but we could have been anywhere in the neighborhood. Hector led me in another circle. Finally, I gave up trying to figure it out and just followed his lead.

We stopped. Hector cupped my face in the palms of his hands and pressed his mouth against mine in a soft kiss. When he pulled away, I leaned forward for more, but realized he’d moved away. There was a slight breeze that passed over my bare arms. It was a warm day, but my skin got goose flesh. I tried to reach out with my senses to feel where he was and what he was doing. If I really wanted to cheat, I could have used my God powers, but I was on a strict power allowance that didn’t leave much to waste. Besides, the uncertainty turned me on. It felt like danger.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” Hector asked.

It was the words, not his tone, that sent a stab of panic through me. Suddenly afraid of falling, I put my hands out and stumbled forward a step. My chest went tight. The earth didn’t feel solid under my feet. What had I hidden from him? Lots of things. Which one did he catch me at? I couldn’t stop my mind from darting through all my recent sins – the white lies and the omissions. Did he know that I jerked off in the shower that morning? Did he suspect that I innocently flirted with my mechanic? Or what about the jogger who cruised me during my basketball game with Brett and Joey? Oh man. Oh man. My brain swam.

“Sam.”

What if he found out--.

“Boy!” He grasped my arms.

That snapped me out of the spiraling panic. I gulped in deep breaths until I had it under control.

“Good Boy. That’s right. Concentrate on your breathing.” He touched my face again. “It’s been a couple months since your last panic attack. I thought maybe we were past them. Guess not.” His rough thumb traced over my lips.

It was hard to release the tension in my muscles. It was as if I had to think of each muscle separately and tell it to let go, first my feet, then my calves, and upward through my body until I unclenched my jaw. 

“What triggered it this time?” Hector asked. Mercifully, before I could answer, he said, “I told you not to worry about the car anymore.” If he wanted to believe that’s what set me off, I wasn’t about to correct him. “I’m taking care of it,” he reminded me in a sharp tone.

I nodded.

“In fact, I’ve already solved everything.” He let go of my arms and yanked off the blindfold. “Open your eyes, Sam.”

I blinked at the bright sunlight. I blinked again. Sitting in the driveway in front of the detached garage was the most beautiful, hot, perfect sport bike on the face of the planet. “That’s--.” I pointed at it, because I’d lost the ability to talk.

“That’s yours, Baby.”

I leapt into Hector’s arms. My legs wrapped around his waist and I hugged him tight as I covered his face with kisses.

Hector laughed. “Oh, so you like it?”

I twisted around so that I could look at it again.

“Sam, you’re going to throw my back out. Get down.” He was still laughing, but he made me unwrap my legs and stand up.

I hugged him tight so that he wouldn’t see the tears in the corners of my eyes. “Thank you, Papi.”

He kissed the top of my head. “I’ve wanted to get you something for a long time, but you’re so damn stubborn about accepting gifts. When we were at brunch a couple weeks ago, I saw your eyes light up when you saw one of these in the parking lot.”

My fingertips brushed against the electric blue metal of the sport bike Hector had given me. I remembered standing in the parking lot of the restaurant where we’d brunched, my mouth opened, and insane desire swelling up in my chest. The sport bike was something beyond my reach, something to dream about, but not something I ever expected to have. Back in the parking lot, all I wanted to do was stare at it and envy the person who owned it, but Hector told me to stop fooling around and get into the truck. He was immune to the beauty of machines like that. He barely gave it a second glance. “You said that I was too reckless to be trusted with anything that would go that fast.”

“And I meant it. Then you said, ‘But I want it.’”

At the time, I hadn’t realized I’d spoken aloud. Under the spell of the sport bike, I’d been careless. I winced. “You heard me say that?”

Hector’s warm eyes gazed down into mine. “Yes.”

“Thank you, Sir. It’s… It’s… It’s expensive.”

Hector shook his head. “Don’t even start that. I can afford it, and the look on your face is worth every penny.”

I ran my hands over the sport bike. Even sitting in the driveway, it looked fast. The metal was hot from the sun, but it felt good.

“I still don’t understand why you didn’t tell me it was your birthday,” Hector said. “You didn’t tell me last year either.”

“We weren’t even dating then, Sir. Just talking on the phone. It would have seemed like I was hinting for gifts. How tacky is that?”

“So what’s your excuse this year? If your Mom hadn’t called to wish you a happy birthday this morning while you were at your basketball game, I would have never known.” The corners of his eyes drooped. “I know it’s a lot to ask you to forgive me so soon after the problems we had, but I’m trying, Baby. I really am. And when your Mom called, I realized I finally had an excuse to buy you something special.”                                                     

Suspicion dawned. I turned around to face him. “You killed my car. It was a curse. I knew it!”

His smirk confirmed everything. “I’ve been trying to get you to sell that pile of junk for months, but you had to be so stubborn about it. So yes, I cursed your car. Ah--.” He held up a finger. “Not a word, Boy.”

A million things came to mind, and a few almost slipped out of my mouth. Hector stood in a wide stance in front of the garage, his arms across his chest, while he watched me fight down the urge to mouth off to him. It wasn’t easy. Every smartass comment I managed to push away was replaced by an even better one. When I finally had myself under control, I put my hands to the back of my neck, stood straight, and forced my gaze to the ground so he’d know I was ready to obey him.

“Would you like to take your new bike out for a ride?” He dangled the keys over my head.

How could I still be angry with him? The bike was so cool, and it was a very sweet gift. I grinned at him. When I reached for the keys though, he yanked them away.

Hector got stern. “I know you. You think like a teenager. You think you’re indestructible. You may be a God, but you can be hurt, and you can die. I’m still not convinced that you can be trusted on this thing, so here are the rules. If you get a speeding ticket, I’ll take the keys away from you. If I ever find out that you were riding recklessly, I’ll cane your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week. If there are more problems, I’ll take the bike away and getting you something sensible, like a sexy little Mercedes convertible.”

That cracked me up. “Some threat, Hector.”

There was a smile on his lips, but it didn’t reach up to his eyes. “I’m serious about this.”

“I know you are, Sir. Thank you for the bike. I love it.”

“I’ll give you anything you want, Sam. All you have to do is ask.”

That wasn’t my Master speaking; that was Hector, the man. A warm rush of undiluted love pushed out from him and spread over me like a warm blanket. He’d once promised that if I served him, I’d be cherished like no other boy, and he kept his word.

Feeling I could get away with some sass, I leaned over the sport bike and inched my jeans down enough to give him a glimpse of my butt. “Anything I want? How about a birthday spanking, Sir?”

“Before your ride?” Hector asked.

I nodded. “It might help me focus on your rules.”

“You should follow my rules no matter what,” he grumbled, but he grabbed the back of my shirt, pulled me to my feet, and pushed me towards the house.

We walked up the steps to the back porch and into the house through the back door. Hector passed me in the kitchen and went into the living room. He sat in the middle of the couch. His hand was raised, palm up. I reached for it.

 Hector tugged at my hand until I straddled his thigh. He wrapped an arm around my waist and handed me a wrapped gift. “This might come in handy.”

I tore the paper and let it fall to the braded rug under my feet. Inside the box was a heavy but flexible black leather paddle. The five holes in it would add sting to his blows. Another rush of lust zinged through my groin. “Perfect. Thanks, Papi.”

He took the paddle from me. “Let’s put it to some good use. Over my lap, Boy.”

When I’d settled across his legs, my feet against the far end of the couch and my head near other arm, Hector gave my shoulder an affectionate squeeze. He took his time pushing down the waistband of my jeans to bare my ass. That ritual always turned me on. I wanted my cock out of my jeans so that it could rub against his leg while I was being spanked, but he left me trapped inside them. It was uncomfortable, so I squirmed. Hector put his hand on the small of my back until I stopped. He was in control and I just had to deal with it.

“Now, how old are you again?” Hector asked.

I mumbled into the couch cushion, “Twenty-six.”

“Really?” He forced me to turn my head to the side and look up at him. “Really?”

I nodded. His eyebrows furrowed. He was probably trying to figure out why he was still with me if I was that old. Not that he was a chicken hawk. The guys he eyed were usually older. Still, he picked me to be his boy, and I looked like a boy.

“Baby, one of these days, you have to show me the picture you keep in a closet, because I swear you haven’t aged a day since I met you. I don’t think you’ve aged a day since you graduated from high school.”

I turned my face to the couch. Panic shot through me. He knew how old I really was. Would that turn him off? Was that reference to Dorian Grey just a quip, or did he suspect that I used God powers to stay young? And would he be relieved that I would never allow myself to grow up? Or would he be pissed off that I kept it a secret?

His hand slid over both buttocks and then his fingernails until my skin tingled. I let the tension ooze out of my muscles. When he felt that I was ready, he told me, “Keep count.”

The paddled whacked against my ass. “One,” I said.

He waited for the sting to fade before striking my butt again.

“Two.”

He touched my warming skin and scraped it again with his fingernails. It would be a long, leisurely spanking. Content, I relaxed. He raised the paddle.

By the time I grunted, “Sixteen,” my ass was plenty sore, but I wished I was thirty, or even fifty, so that he’d keep on spanking forever. We were both hard. His cock jabbed my stomach. “Seventeen. Eighteen!” I yelped. He’d smacked me at my most sensitive spot, right at the top of my thighs. Hot tears slid down my nose, dropped on the couch, and spread. My back arched as I raised my butt for him.

“Your ass is getting pink,” Hector murmured. “Harder?” he asked.

I nodded. Until I was sobbing, it wasn’t a real spanking. Tears were a release for me, and I knew he loved it when they streamed down my face. He raised his hand high, and hit my butt with the full force of his swing, but it was the last second flick of his wrist that made it sting so bad.

“Nineteen.” I gritted my teeth. “Twenty.” My cock was hard, but shoved in an uncomfortable angle inside my jeans. Hector didn’t allow me to wear underwear, so the heavy fabric rubbed harshly on the head of my cock.  When the next blow landed on my aching butt, I was supposed to say, “Twenty-one,” but I thrashed and tried to shove my hand down my pants to relieve the pressure on my cock. Hector yanked my hand away, shoved me down and landed a harsh blow across my buttocks that made me scream. I fought to rise off his lap, but he held me in place. “It hurts,” I moaned.

His hand slid in soothing circles over my burning butt. “Poor Baby. You’re already sore.” I nodded and sniffled. When I glanced over my shoulder at him, he put a thumb to the fat tear that rolled down my cheek and wiped it away. Then he put his hand back on my aching bottom. “Your skin is almost too hot to touch already, and the blows are only going to get harder.” He slowly goosed me. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” I howled. How could he even think of stopping?

Hector chuckled. “I didn’t think so. Give me the count.”

“Twenty,” I said.

He chuckled. “No, that was twenty-one, little boy. And just for that, we’re skipping twenty-two.”

I rose off him so that I could look him in the face. Doing the big innocent blue eyes thing, I said, “Honest, Papi. I lost count. I wasn’t cheating.”

“Sure you weren’t, pain slut. Now get back into position.”

Again, I tried to get my hand down my pants for a quick adjustment to my cock, but he gave me a stern look and patted his thigh. I grumbled but flopped back down over his lap. He wasn’t kidding when he said the blows would get harder. I had to suck in a breath and let it out slowly before I could speak.

“Twenty-three.” My voice was so meek that he caressed my hair.

It seemed like forever passed. The only sound was Hector breathing heavily and my pulse pounding. Sharp throbs passed through my butt, and my cock seemed to ache in time with it. Every muscle in my body was rigid. Slowly, I released my resistance and unclenched my butt muscles.

“That’s my good Boy,” Hector said just before the twenty-fourth blow landed. The sharp retort of the paddle landing on my butt rang through the room. That one was going to leave a bruise. Then he raised the paddle again and made me howl.

The last two blows stung so bad that I couldn’t give him the count. A loud sob pushed out of me. He stroked my back.

“Can you stand up?” he finally asked.

I didn’t want to, but I nodded and rose off his lap. My dick strained at my jeans as I stood before him. Sweat made my clothes stick to my skin. Jagged breaths shook my shoulders. I let my tears drip off my chin.

Hector got off the couch and circled me. He hugged me from behind and ground against my butt until I clenched my teeth. His lips pressed to my neck just under my ear as he mumbled, “Sweet Baby,” and “Sexy Baby.” I heard his zipper go down and felt his cockhead rub against my raw butt. It hurt but I held still for him.

“You’re so hot.” Hector exhaled the words. I didn’t know if he meant me or my butt. He gripped my ass cheeks with firm hands and parted them so that his cock could bump against my hole. Slut that I was, I tried to spread wider for him. He let go of my ass cheeks but kept his cock shoved between them. His hand slid down the front of my jeans to free my dick, but then rested in a loose grip right at the tip of the head. If I thrust forward into his hands, his cock wouldn’t be pressed against my hole. If I tried to impale myself on his cock, I’d slip out of grip he had on my cock. There was no good choice. Every little movement meant I lost a little sensation somewhere.

Hector kept me like that for an eternity and a half. He changed positions just enough to keep me from getting used to the sensations. The kisses along my neck continued, as did the mumbled words of love and praise as I subtly rocked my hips forward and back. I finally decided that I wanted to be fucked more than I wanted him to stroke my cock, so I shoved back against him. He gripped my hard-on and yanked me forward while backing off the pressure on my hole. So I thrust into his hand. He let go of my cock. Lesson learned. I had to hold still and let him tease me forever as my balls ached for release. He bumped his cock against my hole and took a light hold on my dick again. Every little shift of his gave me a fleeting moment of pleasure, but then it was gone. Frustration made me whimper.

“I love how you’ll suffer to please me, Baby,” Hector said before he bit down on my shoulder.

I felt something cool press into my hand. At first I ignored it, but Hector said, “Take your bike for a ride.”

“But…” My balls were going to explode if I didn’t get to come soon.

“I’ll be here when you get back, and we’ll finish what we started. Now go ride your new toy.” Hector backed away from me.

I wanted to stay, but I wanted to go. It was another one of his perfect tortures. Trapped between pleasures, I wasn’t sure what to do. Then I decided that the sooner I left, the sooner I’d be back, so I headed for the back door.

Hector grabbed my elbow. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” Not understanding, I blinked. He patted my head. “How about pulling your pants up? And putting on proper riding boots? And a jacket?” he shouted as I ran for the bedroom to get dressed.

Outside, I straddled the bike. Even though my butt still ached, I ignored it as I leaned over the engine and thought how sweet it would be to race it up the tight curves of Ortega Highway, my knee scraping against the asphalt as I leaned into the turns.

Hector crossed his big arms across his chest and glowered at me. “Behave yourself.”

I pulled on my helmet and gave him a wicked grin. One turn of the key, and I could feel the reckless power between my legs. The vibration felt great against my aching balls. Being spoiled sure had a sweet side.

“Happy birthday, Baby,” Hector called out as I zoomed out of the driveway.