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2 The technical bit… Gay Porn ©Copyright Kim Dare 2009 Cover image chosen by Kim Dare Cover Art image purchased from www.istockphoto.com Proofing services by Jason Huffman of www.parentheticalproofing.webs.com

This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author‟s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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First published on the Total-e-bound website in 2009.

Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. By reading any further, you are stating that you are 18 years of age or over.

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Dedication This story wasn‟t really inspired by an image. It was inspired by a series of Lust Bite length e-books I‟ve written, called G-A-Y. It was published by Total-e-bound.

The books in the series are:

Gaydar Gay Like You Gay Until Graduation Gay For Pay Gay Divorcee Gay Since Today Gay Pride Gay Man Seeks Same Gay Friendly Gay Best Friend Gayday! Gayday! Gay-ish

You can find all the books here on Total-e-bound‟s website: www.totalebound.com

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Part of Casey Griffiths knew it was just an act, part of him knew it was just porn, but it still held him mesmerised. He shifted slightly on the mattress, staring up at the television on the shelf at the foot of his bed. His grip around his shaft tightened as he took in every detail on the screen. The leather clad dominant loomed over the smaller man. Naked but for a thick black collar, the submissive bowed his head further, offering his wrists to the other man to be bound. In moments, the actor‟s hands were rendered useless. The dominant reached for his fly. The younger actor licked his lips in anticipation. “Enjoying yourself?” It wasn‟t the dominant actor‟s accent. The words didn‟t even seem to come from the television speakers. For several seconds after he heard the question, Casey continued to stare at the men on the screen while his brain refused to consider any other possible source for the words. The dominant on the screen freed his erection and pressed the tip of his cock to the submissive‟s lips. As he watched both actors‟ movements speed up, Casey found his own body trapped in slow motion. He turned his head away from the screen as if the air had turned to treacle around him, making every action take a life time. Years later, he faced the door into his study-bedroom. Sure that he had the entire house to himself while his fellow students were away for the weekend, he hadn‟t bothered to lock the door when he raced back to his room with the DVD clutched tightly in his hand. Thoroughly absorbed with the action on screen, he hadn‟t heard the door open.

5 It felt like he lay there for hours, naked on the bed with his hand still wrapped around his cock, before he convinced his brain to admit that, yes, Joe Saunders really was standing there in his doorway. As suddenly as his ability to move had deserted him, it returned. Casey snatched his hand away from his shaft and looked desperately around for something, anything, to cover himself with. Determined to be comfortable while he watched the DVD he‟d finally worked up the nerve to „borrow‟ from Saunders‟ room, he‟d tossed the quilt off the bed to lie on the smooth fitted bed sheet. The blanket was too far away to be of any use to him. Lacking a better option, he dragged one of his pillows onto his lap as he launched himself into a sitting position. “Saunders!” It was the only word in his head. “I asked you a question,” the other man reminded him. Casey blinked at him, and held his pillow tighter—as if that would somehow make everything okay. He may have technically stolen porn from the other man‟s room. He might have been caught jacking off by the hottest man he had ever set eyes on. But all that was all okay, because he still had his pillow. “Enjoying yourself?” Saunders repeated. Heat rushed to Casey‟s cheeks as the full horror of the situation finally sank in. “I‟m sorry. I swear I was going to put the DVD back in your room when I was—” “When you were finished?” Saunders asked, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. Casey didn‟t know what the hell he could say in response, but he found himself to be thoroughly unsurprised by that fact. They‟d lived in the same house-share for months, but he still couldn‟t speak to the other without blushing and stammering like an idiot. Hell, even being in the same universe as Saunders was still enough to make him blush most days. The guy may have only been a few years older than him—he may only have been a student at the university like him—but it was impossible to

6 remember any of that when Saunders was standing right there in front of him all tall, dark, and brooding. Saunders walked across the small room. There was a big enough height difference when they stood face to face. Sitting on his bed craning his neck back to stare up at him, Casey felt tiny compared to the other man. Being stark bollock naked when the other guy was fully dressed wasn‟t helping either. He felt his blush deepen. “I…” was all he managed to say. Arms folded across his chest, Saunders glared down at him, his expression impossible to read. It only took Casey a few seconds to give up trying to gauge his mood and drop his gaze. “Do you have anything else to say for yourself?” Saunders demanded. “I thought everyone had gone away for the weekend,” Casey blurted out. “And that meant you could do whatever you wanted?” Saunders asked. He didn‟t sound angry exactly, his tone of voice was just very definite, making him sound very certain about everything. Casey kept his eyes down and kept his mouth shut. It seemed like the best option. “Do you think the dominant on the screen would let you do whatever you want?” Saunders asked. The question didn‟t seem to be entirely rhetorical. Casey risked lifting his gaze as far as the other man‟s shoulders. He shook his head. “Do you think I would let you do what you want?” Casey swallowed and shook his head again. An image of Saunders taking the place of the dominant in the film suddenly filled his head, destroying even the tiny bit of sensible thought he‟d managed to retain. With an obviously limited understanding of the current situation, Casey‟s erection hardened even further behind the scant privacy offered by the pillow. The fantasies he‟d accumulated around Saunders were good. Adding leather to them made them bloody well fantastic.

7 Without any warning, Saunders sat down on the edge of his bed. Casey automatically retreated, backing himself up against the wall. Reaching out, Saunders calmly took hold of the pillow and began to move it off his lap. Casey tightened his grip on it. A startled cry tore through the air. Casey gasped and looked back to the porn still playing on the screen as a whip landed against the submissive‟s skin and he cried out again. “Is that what you want?” Saunders asked him, following his gaze. Casey pulled his attention back to the man in front of him. “Yes.” He‟d had no idea he was going to say the word until it hung in the air between them, and then he knew it was too late to take it back. Saunders didn‟t strike him as the kind of man who had a lot of patience with guys who couldn‟t make up their minds. “You want the whip?” Saunders pressed Casey glanced back at the screen. He saw the red lines the leather lash had left across the submissive‟s back. Looking down, feeling very foolish and very inexperienced, he shook his head. Against all his expectations, Saunders didn‟t look the least disappointed. “Tell me what you do want.” It was an order. It never occurred to Casey to disobey it. “Before that,” he whispered. “To be tied up. To be put on your knees before a master,” Saunders recounted, as if there was some way Casey could have forgotten what happened in those first few minutes of the DVD. As if he could have forgotten that moment when all the ideas that had lingered half formed in his head had crystallised before him. As if he could ever forget the second when he‟d realised exactly which piece of his life had been missing. Casey nodded. Slow and dreamy, as if watching everything happen from outside his body, he saw his hand let go of his pillow. He saw both his wrists come together to be held out in offering. “Bondage is something you have to earn,” Saunders informed him.

8 Casey hesitated, his hands still held out to the other man. “It is?” The dominant in the film hadn‟t even blinked before he had his lover tied up and at his mercy. “It is if you‟re playing with me.” Saunders‟ tone of voice invited no argument on the subject. “If you can show me that you know how to submit, that it‟s what you really want, you might be allowed a little leather next time.” Casey looked down at his wrists, in a stupid way, they felt horribly bare without any leather wrapped around them. “If you can‟t do as I say unless I tie you up first, you‟re not really into it. In which case, this conversation is as far as any of this goes.” Casey lowered his hands back down onto the pillow. They sat in silence for several long seconds. Casey was left in no doubt that the next move was his. “I‟ll do as you say,” he finally whispered. Right there, in that moment, any other answer was unthinkable. He‟d been fantasising about the other man for so long, he couldn‟t shy at the first fence, not when he finally knew what had been missing from those day dreams. He‟d been gradually falling in love with the other man for so long, the only thing he could say to him was yes. Saunders nodded once, as if to let him know he was listening and that he understood. Then his attention seemed to shift. He ran his eyes over Casey‟s body, taking in every detail. There didn‟t seem to be anything for Casey to do but sit there and try not to panic over the fact that this was actually happening. When Saunders reached out and took his pillow away, it took all his strength not to try and hold onto it again. Fully exposed to the dominant, he could only hold his breath and wait for his verdict. Saunders didn‟t say a word, but judging by the look in his eyes, he liked what he saw far more than Casey had dared to hope.

9 Not sure where he was supposed to look, Casey dropped his gaze again. When he caught sight of the tent in Saunders‟ jeans, he felt a little bit better about the world. The dominant dropped his pillow back at the head of the bed and nodded towards it. Casey lay down. The position automatically turned him towards the screen where the DVD still played. He twisted around, trying to find the remote control so he could switch the damn thing off. Saunders‟ hand wrapped tightly around his wrist. Casey collapsed against the mattress as the larger man pushed his arm back until his hand was down against the bed. “Unless I give you an order to do otherwise, you stay still.” Casey nodded his understanding. His attention shifted back to the screen for a moment. “He told him to call him master,” he blurted out. “Sir will do for now,” Saunders said. “You shouldn‟t call someone your master unless you‟re wearing his collar.” Casey automatically reached up with his free hand and touched his neck, where a collar might fit around his throat.

Joe Saunders reached out and took Casey‟s other wrist within his grip too. “Don‟t get ahead of yourself. Collars aren‟t something good dominants give away lightly.” “I‟m sorry, I—” Saunders let go of Casey‟s left wrist and put a hand over his mouth. “I‟ll let you know when you have something to apologise for.” He saw a movement out of the corner of his eye. “And I‟ll also tell you when I want you to move your hand.” The submissive fell perfectly still. He made no attempt to speak behind his hand. He was so new, so nervous, standing right on the edge of it all and not really knowing what was going on. But he hadn‟t completely freaked out. He hadn‟t hyperventilated. All things considered, Saunders was quietly impressed.

10 He took his hand away from the younger man‟s mouth and pushed the thick blond strands of hair back from his face. Just as he expected, the gentle little gesture soothed Casey‟s nerves a little. Trailing his fingers down to his neck, Saunders ran his fingers over the other man‟s throat, just as Casey had tried to do. “Collars are things that come in time. There‟s no rush.” Casey nodded. Saunders waited for a few moments. “Yes, sir,” he offered cautiously. Saunders gave him a nod of approval in return and turned his attention back to the submissive‟s body. Guiding the younger man‟s hands out to the corners of the bed, he left them resting there so his own hands would be free to play. Running his palms down Casey‟s arms he began to explore the other man‟s body. Careful observation over several months had let him deduce that his shy little house-mate was almost certainly gay, and probably had the potential to be an excellent submissive. He hadn‟t had enough chance to look at actual skin rather than baggy clothes to realise he wasn‟t just hot, but damn near perfect. He wasn‟t heavily built, but each line of muscle was stunningly defined. From the first moment skin touched skin, Casey arched into his palms, trying to get more of his touch. Saunders held back a smile and let the submissive have his little bit of free movement—so long as he remembered to keep his hands where his dominant commanded. Within minutes, Casey was squirming beautifully for him, his wrists still pressed down against the mattress at the two top corners of the bed. Thumbs brushed across small, tightly pebbled nipples made him whimper and bite his lip. Palms sliding up his legs, made him shift his thighs further apart in invitation as he automatically pulled his knees back up towards his chest. It wouldn‟t be fair on him to push such an inexperienced submissive too far too fast, but he‟d been thinking and fantasising about the other man

11 for so long, Saunders couldn‟t let his chance to discover if the man was as kinky as he hoped, slip through his fingers. “Do you like that?” he asked him. Casey blinked at him as if he didn‟t understand the question. “Do you like giving up control, knowing that you can‟t move your hands, not because they are tied down, but simply because I gave you an order?” Casey swallowed. “Yes, sir.” It was the first time Saunders could ever remember hearing the smaller man sound certain about anything. “If you are good for me, next time I‟ll give you some toys to play with,” he offered. “Yes, sir.” He nodded quickly to emphasise the answer, but it was impossible to tell if that was at the prospect of toys or a next time. Saunders looked up from his inspection of Casey‟s body and met his eyes. If his expression was anything to go by he liked both ideas a lot—maybe even as much as Saunders did. He still seemed nervous, but if Saunders was any judge, that wasn‟t down to sex or kink. He was only scared because it was new, because he knew he was far less experienced than his lover and he didn‟t want to screw it up. “If you‟re as good as I think you can be, if you learn to love this as much as I think you will, you might get that collar from me one day,” Saunders told him. Casey nodded again. “Yes, sir.” His nerves seemed to ease a fraction. His erection soon curved even more eagerly back towards his stomach. His feet moved further apart on the bed sheet as if he wanted to make an offer but couldn‟t find the right words. Somewhere behind Saunders, an actor yelled his pleasure. Casey didn‟t even glance away from him. It was as if he was the only thing that existed in the submissive‟s world right then. Saunders reached into the back pocket of

12 his jeans and took out his lube and a condom. He dropped the condom packet on the bedside table but kept hold of the lube. Casey whimpered enthusiastically, eyes fixed firmly on the little tube of lubricant. It would have been heartless to refuse such a beautiful little plea in favour of teasing him any more. Saunders quickly slicked his fingers and slid them against Casey‟s hole. From the first contact, the younger man pressed back against his fingers. He relaxed around his digits far more quickly than Saunders expected, as he worked his way up to two and then three fingers. Then, just as he was about to pronounce the younger man ready, he began to twist around. For a moment, Saunders thought Casey was trying to pull away. Then he realised the younger man was trying to curl on his side and put his head above Saunders‟ lap. Casey squirmed around a little more to put his hand on his thigh and looked up at him. Saunders raised an eyebrow. “Please, sir.” Hearing the need in the other man‟s voice, Saunders nodded his permission, willing to accept that he hadn‟t been able to wait for permission to move just this one time. The submissive‟s hands were clumsy as he scrambled to undo his fly, but he eventually managed to tug the material out of the way. Without any hesitation, he leaned in and wrapped his lips around the tip of his cock. Casey might not have had much kink in his previous relationships, but Saunders was left in no doubt that he understood blow jobs—and he evidently enjoyed giving them as well as receiving them. He bobbed his head quickly, greedily sucking more and more of the shaft between his lips. He didn‟t have an easy angle to work with, but the little knot he‟d tied himself into did provide certain other advantages. Saunders‟ fingers were still lodged inside Casey‟s hole, he crooked the digits, pressing firmly against his prostate.

13 Casey clenched around his fingers, trying to wriggle his way into getting the exact touch he wanted. Every time Saunders made him gasp, he sucked harder around his cock. He seemed to naturally and enthusiastically adopt whatever rhythm his dominant offered him. Thrusting his fingers into him more slowly, drew out Casey‟s attentions to his cock. Hitting his prostate made him swirl his tongue around the glans and do everything he could think of to offer his lover an equal amount of pleasure. It was fascinating to watch him take direction so easily, so blissfully, but soon Saunders had to acknowledge that too much of that sort of good thing would end up with both of them being finished before the main event even got started. He took his fingers away. For a few seconds, Casey pushed back against the empty air. He whimpered his confusion around Saunders‟ cock and almost tipped the dominant over the edge with the vibrations. “On your back,” Saunders ordered, his voice gruff with his own need. Casey caught up with what was going on and uncurled himself to lie back against his pillow again. Condom on in seconds, Saunders guided Casey‟s ankles to rest on his shoulders. One slow thrust had him buried inside the smaller man and had Casey almost jack-knifed in half. He stilled for a moment, staring down at the smaller man. It only took Casey seconds to adjust around his shaft and to begin to wriggle underneath him, trying to convince him to move inside his body. Leaning down, pushing the bottom‟s flexibility to the limit, Saunders brought their mouths together for the first time. A shocked little gasp escaped from the submissive before he opened his lips and invited Saunders in. Within moments, it was obvious the younger man‟s control had already been tested to the limits. Saunders thrust hard inside him as he deepened the kiss further. He hit his prostate at the perfect moment.

14 Casey‟s hands scrabbled at his shirt as Saunders‟ kiss swallowed his scream and the younger man came, untouched, between their bodies. Barely hanging onto his own control, Saunders still managed to ride him through it, drawing every bit of pleasure he could out of the submissive until Casey fell still, his eyes closed, his breaths coming in pants. When he blinked his eyes open a few seconds later, Casey stared up at him, sleepier and more relaxed than Saunders had ever seen him. As afterglow began to take hold inside the submissive, he met his eyes properly. Saunders thrust into him again. Casey gasped as he connected with his prostate but he didn‟t look away. A few more slow, measured movements, and he felt Casey clench around his cock, dragging him right to the edge. One last thrust and Saunders jerked and came inside him, pleasure coursing through him so hard he couldn‟t breathe, couldn‟t think. All that existed was that prefect moment of bliss when he threw back his head and yelled his joy to the ceiling. And when he opened his eyes, Casey was still looking up at him as if he was still somehow living in that moment of pure pleasure. It seemed to take a lifetime before Saunders could convince himself to move off the younger man and give Casey some room to breathe and stretch out his limbs into a more comfortable position, but he finally managed to do that. Condom dispensed with, he collapsed back onto the narrow bed. There wasn‟t really room enough for two unless they were willing to snuggle up. After a small hesitation, Casey rested his head on his shoulder, making the most of the tiny strip of bed by the wall that Saunders wasn‟t occupying. No doubt the world was still turning and outside the room people were going about their lives. Saunders couldn‟t care less. He was quite happy to believe the whole world was a bloody brilliant place right then. Casey shifted against him, as if looking for permission for something, but not knowing how to raise the subject. “What is it?” Saunders asked.

15 “I really am sorry about taking the DVD from your room, sir. I‟ve never done anything like that before. I just saw them when you asked me to help you carry those boxes up and…” he trailed off, seemingly unable to account for his actions further. In spite of everything that had passed between them, he still seemed really worried about it, as if he thought Saunders might actually be really furious but had nevertheless decided to screw him before he had his temper tantrum. “It never occurred to you that I don‟t leave my porn out for just anyone to find?” Saunders asked, a slight smile twisting his lips. “It was a trap, sir?” Casey asked. Saunders glanced down at his new submissive. No man whose lips were still reddened from sucking his cock should be able to put that much confused innocence into any question. “Part invitation,” he corrected, settling his hand in Casey‟s hair and guiding him to curl more comfortably into his side. “Part test.” Casey complied with the nudge to take up the right shape, but Saunders could feel the nerves peak inside him again. “Sir?” “Failure would have been not being interested enough in those DVDs to try to sneak a peak at one of them. If you hadn‟t been gay and kinky, I‟m pretty sure that DVD would still be in my room. If I was right and you were both, I doubted you‟d be able to resist.” Casey tucked his face more firmly into his shoulder, his blush at stealing his dominant‟s porn making a quick return now that he knew it wasn‟t something he was in trouble over. Saunders shifted slightly uncomfortably on the mattress. Something was digging in his back. He was pretty sure it was the TV remote his lover had been looking for earlier. Casey retreated as if he thought he was getting up to leave. “You said there would be a next time, sir?” he rushed out.

16 Giving up on getting comfortable until he got rid of it, Saunders twisted on the mattress until he got the remote out from under his shoulder. He switched off the screen before he turned his attention back to his lover. “There will be lots of next times,” Saunders informed him. Casey nodded. “Yes, sir.” He sounded enthusiastic, but Saunders decided it would still be best to break him into the idea of truly belonging to someone gradually. What he‟d said earlier was true. Even if he was pretty sure they had both been quietly falling in love with each other for the past few months, there wasn‟t any rush. Saunders waved the remote towards the DVD box on the desk. “If nothing else, I have quite a collection for you to „acquire‟ at various intervals. By the time I‟ve walked in on you sneaking a peak at them all, we should both have enough ideas to keep us busy for a very long time.” Casey‟s blush deepened at the teasing, but he curled back into his side and smiled his approval of the plan anyway. “Yes, sir.” In that moment, Saunders realised something and found himself smiling up at the ceiling too. He was pretty sure that Casey would always be gorgeously embarrassed every single time his master reminded him that, no matter what love, commitment or collars they ended up with, they started with gay porn.

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