Chapter 3

He stood by the bed watching me as I stripped off my clothes, allowing them to fall to the floor at my feet. His eyes followed my every movement, but he didn't move a muscle. Instead, he stood there naked in all his innocence, his hands at his sides and his lower lip trapped between his teeth, causing his dimples to make an appearance.

When I walked over to stand before him, he tilted his head up so he could look at my face. A trained sub would have known to lower his eyes in the presence of his master; but then that was the problem wasn't it? He was untrained...painfully innocent to a world I knew like the back of my hand.

He flinched when I lifted my hand, then seemed to relax when I only ran it slowly through his hair. He was expecting to be hurt. He probably always did. I frowned and it was only when he saw it that he lowered his head and his gaze. I ran my hand down from his curls, past his cheek and came to a stop under his chin, where I tilted it up so he could look at me. His eyes were wide with expectation and something else...dread? Uncertainty? Nervousness? I couldn't tell.

"We won't be using any aids tonight." I told him.

"Yes sir." Came his hushed reply. Tonight it would just be us. No whips, no floggers, no objects between us. It would just be my flesh against his as I showed him how a sub should really be treated.

"Kiss me." I commanded and after only the briefest hesitation, he went on his tiptoes and did just that.

Like everything else, he wasn't very well practiced in the art of kissing. He was hesitant and timid and clearly unsure of what to do with his hands. What this told me was that they simply fucked him and left...I doubted he'd experienced much foreplay, if any at all; Just another misdeed to add to the list.

I placed my hand on the back of his neck and guided him. His lips were soft and moist and I brushed them with my own before suckling first on one, then another. I was thorough and by the time I was done with them, they were red and supple.

I pulled away briefly to look at him. His eyes were closed and his lips slightly parted. I felt the heat roll through me and I pulled him closer and kissed him deeply, reveling in the feel of it when his hands came to rest hesitantly on my chest. When I pulled back seconds later it was only to swipe my tongue across his lower lip and I caught him when he swayed toward me.

He was much shorter now that he was no longer balancing on the tip of his toes, so I lifted him completely off the ground, deposited him in the center of the bed and hovered over him; my knees on either side of his legs. By now he was watching me again, but his lids were slightly parted and his face was flushed. I stroked his cheek and they drifted closed.

 When I captured his lips again, a soft, half-moan, half whimper escaped him. I pressed him into the sheets, my hot flesh against his as I continued to tease his lips. I brushed mine against his, I licked, I suckled and nibbled, before finally sliding my tongue into his mouth, allowing our tongues mingle and flick and play. He moaned and his hips bucked against mine; once, twice, three times, before I reached down and stayed him with my hand. When I pulled away again he was breathless and his lips were swollen.

I leaned close and kissed the spot just below his ear and he shivered, so I kissed it again and he all but melted in my arms. He turned his head to allow me access as I trailed faint kisses down his neck, over his shoulders and across his chest until I took one rosy nipple into my mouth. He gasped and arched his back slightly off the bed as I sucked it and grazed it with my teeth. When I moved on to the next, his fingers were biting into my biceps and his breath came in quick pants.

The next time I pulled away, it was to reach for the lube and a condom from the side table. He watched me as I dropped them on the bed beside us and when I ran my hands down his legs and gripped his ankles to part them, his eyes drifted to the ceiling. His sex was firm and ready between his legs and I ran my hands on the inside of his thighs, and around his turgid organ, without ever actually touching him. Every time my hands drifted close, he toes would curl and his hips would rise, but still I continued to tease. I wanted him to feel me on every inch of his body. I wanted to fill his senses and excite him to a point he'd ever felt before.

I wanted him to learn that a sub was meant to feel pleasure too and that it was okay to be taken care of. Soon there wasn't an inch of his body that I hadn't touched. My hands went everywhere and his body reacted to every rub, every pull, every scrape. He writhed beneath me despite his clear attempts at controlling himself. By the time I gripped the backs of his thighs and pushed his legs further apart, he was oozing pre-cum and his breathing had become ragged.

I picked up the lube and squeezed it into my hands, then I listened to his panting as I prepared him with my fingers. He wanted this, he was almost desperate for it and I prolonged his torture just to watch him squirm and pant and whimper. It was beautiful to watch.

When I slipped on the condom, I entered him swiftly and he sucked in a sharp breath. I paused, allowing him to adjust and soon I was riding him slowly but thoroughly, pushing deep inside him and pulling almost all the way out, only to plunge back in without pause.

He couldn't hold back his reaction anymore and soon the room was filled with his cries of pleasure. When he arched his back, I bit his shoulder. When he gripped my arm, I sucked his neck. When he sucked in a breath, I covered his lips with mine.

He took everything I gave him and reacted to ever slap of my body against his. The shy boy had lost his control and it was a sight to behold as I took him again and again and again. When I gripped his wrists and trapped them above his head, the rise and fall of his hips grew faster as though he were trying to pull me deeper into him. He spread his legs wider and I took everything he offered; fucking him into the mattress until he was tossing his head from side to side.

He was vocal in his pleasure and I loved every second of it. I sucked his hardened nipple into my mouth and he cried out when I bit down gently. After that I couldn't keep a steady pace. I rode him fast and ground into him hard and when I finally released his wrists to maintain balance while I thrusted, his small arms wrapped around my neck and he pulled my head down beside his. This is what took me over the edge and with a shout I found my hot, sticky release, just as he found his. When I was empty and satiated, I pulled out of him carefully and rolled off him so I wouldn't crush him with my weight.

I removed the rubber and climbed out of bed.

"Stay here." I told him and padded into the bathroom not far away. I made quick work of disposing of it and cleaned myself with one rag before grabbing another and running it under warm water.

When I reentered the room Cam was sitting up and staring at me as I approached; his expression was uneasy. I sat beside him and he watched in clear surprise as I used the rag to wipe him clean. He watched me in silence, his eyes fixed on my face rather than my hands, but when I offered him a smile, he looked away.

"Are you okay?" I asked him after I dropped the rag on the floor by the bed and he nodded quickly, but I could already sense what was coming as he blinked rapidly and his face grew red. I reached over and turned out the lamp, before draping the covers over us both and wrapping him in my arms.

I pulled him close until his forehead was resting against my chest and even though I couldn't see his face, I could tell he was fighting it. I ran a hand through his curls and with the other I rubbed his back.

"It's okay Cam." I told him finally and it was only then that the dam broke.

He shook against me as his body was wracked with raw, miserable sobs and I did nothing but lay there and give him the chance to let go. It told me just how deprived he was that just one simple act of kindness, one single moment of tenderness could affect him in this way and I felt sorry for him.

"It's okay." I told him as I rubbed his back, but it was as though he'd had years of pain and locked away emotions stored inside, because it wasn't okay and he sobbed and shook and all I could do was let it happen.

It was a while before the dam tapered off and when he had let out everything in him, he fell asleep.

I felt raw with anger as I lay there; wondering at the bastards who hadn't made it their duty to care for him. He was a sub desperate for attention and affection. Any fool could see it. Any fool could tell he only wanted to be taken care of, but then any fool could also find it easy to take advantage of him and they certainly did; every single one of them. I hugged him closer to me.

How did you see Cam with his big eyes and all his eagerness and innocence and think to hurt him? How could you see him with his timidity and trusting character and not want to wrap him up and make sure he was protected?

I pulled the covers up and over his shoulder and laid my head against the pillow.

As my mind reeled, I listened to his soft, even breathing and soon I was asleep myself.

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There was one other thing that I learned about Cam that night; he hogged the covers...no..he hogged the whole bed. When he'd pulled the covers away for the third time, I let him have it and watched tiredly as he curled himself under them and slept without worry. If he wasn't curled like a fetus in the center of the bed, he was spread out like a starfish, with one arm draped over my face and one leg draped over my hip. 

If I shifted to give him room, his body was automatically drawn to mine. If I rolled him to the other side of the bed, he eventually found himself nestled against my back and when I visited the bathroom at some point in time, when I reentered the room, it was to find him lying horizontally, leaving no realistic space for me to fit comfortably.

I remember being kicked in a spot I shouldn't have been kicked, hit in the back of my head and used as a pillow when he'd accidentally pushed his off the bed. There was a point where I seriously considered tying him down, but in the end I was too tired to move and so I did the next best thing; I pulled him toward me, wrapped him firmly and securely in my arms and tucked the covers around us both so he couldn't get away.

It was only then that I managed to get some sleep and by the time morning came, I felt like I hadn't yet gone to bed.

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I woke up early enough to make breakfast, giving him an extra hour of sleep before I trudged up to the bedroom to wake him. He was in the same position I'd left him in earlier; curled around my pillow with the covers drawn up to his neck. If a man weren't careful, he could get used to the sight of this. I moved to sit on the bed beside him and shook him gently.

"Wake up Cam." I called, but he only mumbled something under his breath and pulled the covers over his head.

I chuckled. "Come on, wake up." I pulled them back down to reveal his sleeping face, then ruffled his curls, causing him to frown in his sleep.

"You're gonna be late for work."

That did the trick. He was sitting up so fast it made my head spin.

I watched him glance around the room as though it were an unfamiliar place, then recognition hit when he saw me and he blushed red.

"Morning." I greeted with a smile.

"Morning." Came his shy mumble and I stood before handing him a spare toothbrush and a washcloth.

"Go freshen up and come downstairs for breakfast." I told him and crossed the room.

When I looked back it was to see him peeling himself out of the layers of covers he'd managed to trap himself in.

Downstairs I gripped the coffee mug in my hands, letting the heat seep into my fingers. If I got the chance to sleep for another week it still wouldn't make a difference, I was dead tired. It didn't help that I'd be pulling the nightshift at work tonight and I'd be spending the day trying to be a good uncle at my niece's birthday party.

When Cam entered the kitchen fifteen minutes later, he was wearing the clothes he'd come in last night. I'd scooped them up from the ground this morning and set them in the bedroom chair. His hair was damp and he smelled like my favorite shampoo.

He came to sit on the stool by the counter in front of me and I couldn't help but stare when his glittering eyes turned my way and a huge smile lit his face.

"You made pancakes." He said as though it were the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him. I could only nod as he picked up his fork and dug in.

He didn't speak, but he was an enthusiastic eater and when I pushed a mug of coffee his way, he took it with another one of those happy grins. It completely transformed his face. If I'd thought he was perfect before then when he smiled like that he was outstanding.

"You should smile more." I told him and as expected his blushed and gave his food his full focus.

I watched him eat his blueberry pancakes as I sipped my second cup of coffee and thought of how difficult it would be to train someone as damaged as he was.

"Are you a chef?" he asked me after he took the last bite and I was surprised that he was actually initiating a conversation.

"No, I'm a Firefighter." I told him and watched as his eyes widened in awe.

"Listen Cam." I began. It was time to get into the meat of the matter. "I want to train you." I told him.

His brows furrowed. "Train me?"

"Yes. I want to teach you all about this lifestyle. I want you to understand what it means to be a submissive and the kind of dominant you need in your life."

"B-but I know what it means." He rebutted with a frown.

"Then tell me what it means." I countered and he bit his lip.

"It means I have to be good and my master will take care of me."

He said it with certainty. Such a simple philosophy. I shook my head.

"It's a give and take relationship between two consenting adults. Each has to be comfortable with the other and each has to recognize the other's limits. A dominant's job is to provide his submissive with what he needs, but only while acting within the limits that the submissive sets. He has a responsibility toward his sub and he shouldn't ever cross a line."

Cam was silent as I said this, but I could see that he was listening so I continued. "A dominant's job is to make his sub feel safe and happy while they're together and it's a sub's job to speak up if he's uncomfortable with something and to submit totally to his dom."

"I submit." He mumbled and I almost smiled.

"Yes, but you're afraid to speak up. If someone crosses the line with you, you let them know. You DO NOT stay in an abusive situation, no matter how much you think it will please your master. Your job isn't to sit by and take whatever he gives you. You're in control of everything he does to you, not the other way around."

"I don't want to be in control." He said and I took a breath. He wasn't getting it.

"The fact of the matter is, I can't let you back out there the way you are now. You'll get hurt and I can't live with myself if you do."

"Okay." He continued uncertainly.

"I'm asking if you'll let me train you."

"You mean...you... want to me my master?"

"Yeah...at least until I'm comfortable with how much you understand and of course only if that's what you want."

"Yes... I want that." The happy grin was back and I was quick to reiterate my earlier spoken words.

"But just until you're trained. It's not forever, do you understand?"

He nodded quickly, but the grin was still there.

"If we're going to do this though, it means it's just us. You don't hook up with anyone else in the meantime. Are you okay with that?"

"I can do that."

I nodded. "Okay. Good." For a moment we sat in silence, just staring at each other and I cleared my throat and stood.

"I'll take you home now so you won't be late for work. We can hash out the details later."

He hopped off the stool, looking far more excited than he had any reason to be...but for whatever reason, I liked knowing that I was the one who'd put that twinkle in his eyes. It felt like some major accomplishment.

"If you have any questions you can ask and it's your choice if you want to stop at any time."

He nodded, "I have a question."

Progress. "Shoot."

"What's your name?"

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