Rough Boy Thing

A year from now....

It's sunny and too hot for walking further
"The nearest pub" you sigh when I ask you where you want to go now
And it's cool inside and you sink onto the hard seat, not caring
Asking for a drink of "anything"

I watch you from the bar
Taking out your mobile phone and checking it
Smiling at a message you're reading
Your hair, still fair, caught by sunlight that got through the dark in here
You look tired but you look good
I like to see you happy, it should happen more often

I looked only at our glasses as I carried them steadily over
But even then I felt someone was looking

Sitting opposite you our feet brush under the table
Semi-tenderness - we still don't know quite where we are together
Too exhausted to flirt around my hopes and dreams
But you give me yourself in your gratitude as
You take the cool drink gratefully in your hot hand

When we've drunk some you start to tell me you'd like some adventure
And I think how I'd like to give you fur rugs to roll on, log fires and caviar
Disco inferno, mystery tour, throw the world at your feet somehow
But I've only got my time, buying you a drink maybe taking you home to talk
I feel a pauper

Yet we're rich with caring
You take my hand and caress it, not embarrassed, what the hell, we probably
won't come here again
You want me to tell you things
You want me to tell you secrets - pull gifts from my head
I'll do my best
We started this a while ago
I'm wooing you with scenarios that have yet to be acted out

So I tell you you're tied with black leather bonds and silver buckles that I don't actually own
I tell you you're spread on a polished wooden table under a chandelier
And I'm sitting at the table with my arms folded
And you're waiting for what I will do to you
Waiting for the first touch, quiet in submissive anticipation
Taking little measured breaths and keeping calm as best you can

Across the table, in the pub, you are closing your eyes to imagine it
And biting your lower lip the way you do
A sneaky smile as I tell you of my hand brushing down your body gently
Flicking over your nipples, flicking over your pussy in seemingly incidental strokes
Of how your body arches up to receive more attention
Of how I would tell you that we are going to bargain
More sexual touching will come when you take pain for me
A soft leather flogger giving its first sharp caresses
One across the top of each of your thighs

You're gripping my hand and you want me to go on
But I'm distracted, disturbed and I say " in a little while"
Which bless you, you just say "ok" to and keep with the dream yourself
Though I take back my hand and you don't see I'm frowning
"We're being watched"

A man sat at the bar has turned just a few degrees to his left to look
His gaze flicks back to rolling his cigarette when he sees I've noticed
But he can't keep from darting us glances
Especially not when you tactfully turn to get something from your coat pocket
And 'happen' to catch his eye as well

He's rough, jeans and t-shirt, the jeans have paint stains on
Mop of dark brown hair bet he doesn't spend too long in front of the mirror
But if I were him I wouldn't be away from it
Taking in the crystal hazel eyes, the soft pale skin with barely perceptible freckles
Slightly upturned nose, full lips
He's got muscles "probably not from the gym, probably from hauling furniture out of lorries"
You giggle as I'm telling him to you
I fancy that he reads Voltaire and Hakim Bey in secret
But to tell the truth, you counter, having another glance "he probably wouldn't understand it"

You're getting up you want to come and sit next to me
It's so obvious and staged, you want to be able to look
And have him look at both of us
We feel like teenagers, it must be obvious to him we're holding hands beneath the table
That's what we want him to see
I'm going with your flash of daring
Adventures? If they serve them here then we'll share one, thank you

His move, he's brave to a point, he turns to face us
I try to keep a straight face, I don't want him to think he's being mocked
Though a playground scene where we laugh at him as we tease him - well now
The glances have turned to a steady gaze
You ask me do I want to carry on the story
It can wait till another time if necessary - shall we see if we can keep rough boy's attention?

You keep looking at him while you put your arms around me
Your head is held high, I get your proud profile
A smile like you've already conquered
You rest yourself on my neck and quietly just out of earshot
"He's beautiful, and so are you" you say
For a few moments there's the quiet perfection of anticipation
Our whole world in the disharmonious chorus of confusion of the kind we sluts love
Until he gets up

"We're losing him," I say
You shrug, I have to act
He's gathering his things to leave
"Would you like to come and sit with us?"
Who said that? Oh fuck, it was me wasn't it
Your grip tightening around me and your gasp of disbelief makes it worth it
Even if he doesn't
But no, he is stopping at our table
A forced smile, "Alright, ..hello"
He wants to know can he buy us both a drink

I clutch you with a small amount of excited terror
Till he returns and sits down clumsily opposite us

We sit up, the situation suddenly sobered
There are introductions
He's called Darren, and we'll remember him as Gary or Dave or Darren or something
Rough boy hasn't actually got a great deal to say
But he's not crude, he hasn't been pushing any innuendo or 'lesbian' jokes
He probably reads a bit of Shakespeare on the sneak
That'll do me

You are taking control
You introduce me as your girlfriend - my title for the day
Our other poly connections you fail to mention
You ask him if he has a girlfriend too
And with your eyes unbuttoning his jeans and sliding your hand down
Your voice is sympathising when he tells you they broke up

Holding my hand in full view on the table now
He's curious and with his own bit of daring he asks - "Do you like men as well?"
He could be anybody, why should I trust him?
Why should I say what I want to say?
Don't tell him that we like the look of him, don't go beyond safe flirt zone
"Sometimes" you tell him
Opening the web of gentle deceit to let him in a bit

And I'm thinking of how and what and where and would it be safe
There's two of us, there's one of him
If I damp it down would you forgive me? If I go too far, would you be scared?
Till I tell my head to shut up and stay with the moment
And by the time I've done that you have already touched his hand

He watches your fingers trailing lines along his open palm
He twitches, he is solemn
He is meek, we can trust him, he's just a puppy thing
It's going to be good to look back on
Good to tell it like a story, "You won't believe what we did"
But I'm scared now

"You sure?" he wants to know, "Does she want to as well?"
I realise I didn't hear what you asked him
"You want to as well don't you?" you say, - I've never seen you like this
Nudging me with your leg under the table, stroking
He says he doesn't want to cause any trouble between us
He's going to the bathroom, we can talk about it while he's gone

Rough boy gets back long after we've finished negotiating our heads round this mad thing
We tell him he's coming with us, to my house
And we leave the pub, holding him like a pair of groupies
Get into a cab, shoppers staring, and drive off to have your adventure


No pretence of social niceties
No defence for denim clad Darren
We are mauling him even in the back of the taxi cab
"Keep your hands to yourself unless we say"
And he's the wide-eyed one, as apprehensive as we are
He does what he is told
Riding along back streets - our driver gives us silent disapproval
Never mind it's warm to put your hand up Darren's top
To let your seeking fingers relish the soft tufts of hair round his nipples
He has his arms behind his head like he's sunbathing
And he's staring straight ahead

Soon we're bursting into the house and running up the stairs
Soon we're turning on music for a backdrop to our joy
Darren is paying the frowning taxi driver
And walking sheepishly through the front door
The dogs bark at him and jump up till he pets them
He ruffles their fur and looks up the stairs
To where the Sirens (that's us, my sweet) are luring him

"Should we get him to have a bath?" I ask you
He leans back against the wall, says he had a shower before he came out
And you get him to raise his arms so you can see how he smells
Does this irritate him? Is he going to bolt?
"I like it when you tell me what to do" he ventures
"Then get in the bedroom, Darren, and lie down on the bed"

We'll undress him first and then undress each other
I used to do this to each poor sucker
Who thought he was taking my virginity
Take all their clothes off first, let them be the vulnerable one
But there's no bitterness in debagging this catch
I work on the t-shirt, cool and white slipping it up softly over warm flesh
He's muscle, firm but with some give
Curls of hair bounce back round his ears as the t-shirt is cast aside
You are working the buttons of his jeans
Like a kid at Christmas ripping open her present
"OOoh! Nice" you bid me come look
His tight black pants grip a straining cock bulge
My finger hovers millimetres over it and makes as if to stroke
"Shall we touch you? ...Not yet, be a good boy and wait"

Lying either side of him, we reach across to undo each other's clothes
Our caresses all for each other none for him, but we are pressed so close
I free your shoulders from your blouse and flick against your nipples through your lace bra
We have Darren naked and wanting - it would be a waste not to take our time
He can watch and learn - though his eyes are full of want for sex rather than sexual education

You hitch my dress up over my head
I was naked beneath, it was going to be your surprise should you have chosen to discover it
The whole day feeling vaguely turned on at intervals
Like our guest, I'm hungry
It seems the thing to do to press our naked bodies against his
His hands twitch wanting to touch, but he is still under orders
The Sirens crawl over him, press themselves strategically against his cock
Graze their breasts over his bare chest and kiss each other full on the lips
My fingers pushing into your mouth where you lick and suck them greedily
Your hand with a death grip on my hair, being rough with me in your passion
You'd be excused for thinking we were professionals


We have not planned,
Our thoughts have been moment to moment
In the warmth of the darkening room
Sticky heat of three bodies pressed close
We are however at no loss

We clutch and grope each other greedily across his smooth torso
Taking handfuls of him as well so that at any time
Our fingers might be dancing over hard boy hip bone, filled with soft breast or
Caressing the delicate structure of his sensitive ear
We touch and take all
While our willing captive lies motionless but for gentle breathing and swelling cock
Trembling lips betraying the effort in his patience

"Remember that day" comes your voice from where you're nestled
"You began to teach me to use the riding crop?"
I check on Darren for reaction, "That was on a cushion though, my darling," I say
And it begins to look as though lesson two may be more fun
Though thinking back I'd split my sides at you telling the cushion it was a very naughty cushion

I take his face in a strong grip, his eyes are closed so I order him to look at me
"Are you going to let us hurt you?"
He says we can do anything we want
I should be responsible here, should tell him like someone told me when I was new -
"Never tell anyone that"
But I'm not the remotest bit interested in preparing him for a future SM life
Just want to use him and abuse him - he's ours today
The safeword conversation would similarly take time I don't wish to waste
We'll just keep him talking and check in like that

We get Darren on his front and I take the crop from my shelf of toys
You are sitting back on your heels to watch
One hand still touching his head, absently caressing his hair
Your eyes sparkle with mischief and joy
I swear to fuck I've never seen you look so beautiful as you do now
Looking warm and open to me
I may pay Rough Boy a handsome sum for having broken the ice

I tap him to test it out
"You build up gently," says I the teacher to you the pupil
He squirms around at the building heat - I don't go harder I just go faster
"Then you try some harder ones"
The first takes him by surprise with its force
He grips at the pillow and gasps
"Tell me how that was, Darren"
Man of few words just says it was okay
"Then you won't mind another ten like it will you"

Your turn
You stand at my signal and take the instrument of torture
You see how it fits in your hand, how it swishes through the air
Darren flinches at the sound
And your eyes widen already with your newfound power

I come behind you to guide you
My body pressed behind yours and a little kiss to your neck
Together we are raising your arm
But alone you bring it down and land the crop hard across his arse
He jumps
A red line appears on his buttocks where his pants don't cover
"Nine more," you tell him, "You're going to count them for me"
And you steady yourself to carry on while I watch you, very proud of you

At stroke four he is gasping audibly and stiffening
You make stroke five a little lighter
We have him say "Six ma'am, thank you ma'am"
Seven lands on the backs of his thighs and glows red
Eight makes him sob so there is a rest before nine is attempted

"The last stroke should be the hardest," I tell you, "And
Darren," I say
"Do you know why that is?
"It's because you're so gorgeous and we really want to hurt you"
It doesn't follow logically but it's good as reasons for anything go
And you can't deny it's true
While you're raising your arm and judging the angle
While you're taking a deep breath
Then giving your all in one mighty swing of the crop
And it whacks him right on target

He yells, by reflex he flips onto his back and edges away
"That's all, Darren" I reassure, "Anyway your cock says you liked it"
And he's calming as we drop down again by his side
To enjoy at close range the hard rod beneath black cotton pants
"You can take them off for us now"


The indignity of baring yourself in front of those who have just beaten you
Is what he, for the first time, feels
'Cause give me yourself and I'll hurt you then I make you let me fuck you

"Slowly" is how we ask his treasures to be revealed to us
The black pants inch down freeing soft pubic hair
Till his cock bounces into view, warm and willing
"You took the beating well," I tell him "So it's time for us to give you something"
And I go one side of him and beckon you to the other
We stoop to lick and suck his cock
Heads close together as if in mutual prayer
Strands of your hair brush my cheek from the corner of my eye I get your smile
And it's our lips on his shaft, the soft skin - the firmness beneath
Tight skin over cool testicles see if you grip around them but don't press
It gets him harder
And your lips meet mine we kiss wet and warm a while
Before you lean up and plunge him full into your mouth
Sinking down and eating him
I take the chance to tell him he had better not come in your mouth

He looks down at himself, at us like he can hardly believe
I caress his chest, his thighs, his belly
I want him to feel touched, and my gratitude

Then "My dear," I say to you politely as one might say over tea and biscuits
Rather than over Rough Boy trade
"We're being very kind to him and that's only fair since he gave it up and got beaten
"But I'd like to make him wait a while and (I hope you'll forgive my forwardness, my sweet)
"I'd like to have you where he's lying and get my hands on you"


Mistress of beauty, mistress contradictory
You give me a look like you're telling me
Did I think you'd be so easy? Who am I to dare to try and take you on?
But at the same time you are stretching back slowly
Sinking onto the mound of crisp pillows at the top of the bed
And your features soften into some sort of smile
And you laugh I get him to grasp your hands
I say "Hold her down" and his arm is broad and firm across your chest
You stretch up to get
The tentatively offered kiss he thought appropriate

Blindfolded by the curl of his hair resting on your cheek
Lips still tasting lips and feeling the warmth of his face
So I press fingers into your thigh unseen
So I take a grip and push your legs apart enough
To begin tapping around your pussy like I always wanted to make you squirm
This trace of fingernail lightly over your clit through your pants
It makes you jerk, it makes you kiss him more
You spread your legs wider to tell me yes
And a hand you got free from where Rough Boy held you
Makes to hike down your own underwear

For now, my precious, you can have it for now
I pull the pants to one side and get my mouth on there
Making the already wet wetter, sliding warm and quick with practiced tongue
Stopping to order him hold you more firmly down
Your little shrieks muffled into his mouth are telling me
You like the peaks, you like finding it difficult to take
Some feeling that if it continued you'd be coming, but no
I'll only give you it in bursts

So blame my desire to impress
For the fingers that dance just inside your pussy lips
Not going deep enough or firm enough to get you off
They press up against your G spot and come out of you again to flicker on your clit
And no matter how much your hips writhe up
You cannot get enough

Since my hand can't reach your nipples I decide that I will stop
The moan of protest from you is more than reward
Sweet and sulky thing
Don't give me that fretting as you tear yourself away from his embrace
I'm just taking a moment to decide
(For when I've got your breasts held and slipping your nipples through tweaking fingertips)
Whether I give you rough boy mouth for your hungry pussy or rough boy cock


Get up I say, I haul his arm and bring him next to me
The rules are changed I have him stand, look down at you
You poise yourself and tilt your face to look up at both of us
Maybe annoyed that your pleasure has been interrupted
"Now, you no longer do what she says - only what I tell you"
I stroke his arm, a slight bulge of biceps a tattoo we hadn't noticed
He is strong I am thinking he can hold you down hard

I tread on the bed, go nearer to where you are kneeling now
No, don't get up, sweetheart, as I reach down to stroke your cheek
With the backs of my fingers only - so that
I fake the touch of one who has power but does not have need
And your eyes widen and glisten, your full lips gently parted
So open and so tender and vulnerable

Like grasping delicate flowers in my fist
I think of holding my hand over your whole face
I think of pressing you down into the pillow
I feel some satisfaction even at the thought of your thrashing
And desperate reaching. Woman I am growing to care for
Baby, I'm going to get him to treat you like a whore
I am right up close and guide your pretty little head till it's pushed
Into my groin and hold you there to tell you what well do
My hand grasps your hair tighter. You're going to get fucked
On your knees, bitch-style, arse in the air.
You're going to get fucked hard and there won't be any sweet-talking your way to an easier deal

I feel you shudder beneath my grip
But sigh and resign yourself to it then a wave of fear, a tremble
Then you are only very still and wondering when

Time, we have all evening, all night if we must
I would love to make you wait, to threaten you with the sound of a cane slapping hard on the bed or the stroke of something cold and hard across your pretty throat
And have you jump in fear and not know if it was safe to relax
But I want too much to see you abused
I want you fucked now before my eyes

I push you back against the pile of pillows push you away from me
And I tell him what I want him to do
And the look on his face as he makes to clutch you so harshly, too quick for you even though you try to scramble away
Tells me that Rough Boy will not disappoint me

A half unwrapped gift placed in his hand
He opens the packet fully and rolls it on and down
That's the time when you know it's going to happen
And I am here to hold you and to watch
Just the tip of his cock introduced inside you
I keep you firm while he drives himself in
While fast and hard and with no seeming regard for anything
Other than his own pleasure
He fucks you deep and rough not stopping

And I remind you my dear I have your breasts in my hands
These and your clit are still mine and your pretty mouth
And when he has come and again when he is gone
You will still be required to stand naked and with your hands on your head
For I've seen you now in a way in which
I wish to see you over again and again
Whether it is I who puts you there or others, on your hands and knees and fucked
Is where I would see you put

My words hang somewhere in the air
Around your precious ear where strands of your hair cling, stuck by sweat
And your face is red and your eyes screwed shut
And I hold your head
Your cheek bumps against mine
And you've very soon come
Shuddering and yelling
But I tell him to go on because
I love you, sweet, and I want to hold you here

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