Thief Treatment

[Microwave0ven]

I whimpered, scared when she held me down, whatever she had buried up my ass still firmly embedded there, her warm body still draped over my back. She whispered about trust, about promises, things i'd had for other people at some point in time of my ilfe, but that had long since been buried when I became me. She ran her small hands over my body and I shivered at her touch.

"Trust me, let me continue. If you want me to stop, I'll stop. You're not the only man who has enjoyed what I am doing, lots of even straight men enjoy this." she whispered in my ear, kissing me and hugging me from behind.

"I don't know." I finally managed to say, all angry words gone, the longing audible in my voice. I'd buried the need to have someone to trust, the desire to believe in promises, for so long, and now i could do that again, and I wanted to, but didnt know if it was safe to. I growled with the frustration of being indecisive. "I don't know."

 

[sachiaiko]

Joy

I knew he struggled with his need, with the want for pleasure but the guilt and shame that came with so many young men who are forced to face the reality that they enjoyed both men and women, or maybe even just men. I thought Jason was bisexual, he seemed so to me, same with Rob, and even Ethan admitted to being bi-sexual, though he was more often interested in men then he was in women far as I could tell. I knew how hard it could be to admit what you wanted, or that certain things felt good when you were raised to believe they were wrong.

I stroked my hands over his sides, his hips, his belly and chest and finally I curled my hand around his cock again, slowly and gently stroking him. I knew he wanted me to continue, but he didn’t want to say the words outloud. That was just too hard, to say them was to admit he enjoyed what I was doing. To admit something so embarrassing to him, so emasculating to him. He wanted it, but he was afraid to say so. So, I continued to stroke his cock, urge him into that place of pleasure again, let go of that fear.

“When you tell me to stop, I will.” I murmured in his ear, nibbling at his neck, brushing kisses over his shoulders, the back of his neck, and down his spine where I could easily reach in my position. “Ethan and I, we are trustworthy people. We say what we mean.” I told him, “Ethan taught me, and even though he seems harsh and hard and frightening, he’s not, I’m just easier to swallow because I’m small and I’m female and I look less scary. Look at him, Jason. Look at him and how he’s holding Rob. Look at how he’s talking to Rob. Does that look like a man who thinks the two of you are worth nothing?” I whispered my questions to him, “Just watch him, listen to his words. He’s urging Rob to let go, and just give over all his pleasure to Ethan so Ethan can make it even better for him. If he keeps holding on because he’s afraid, it’ll be good, but it wont be mindblowing. If he lets go, it will be so much more intense because he’ll trust Ethan, and Ethan will prove that he is worthy of that trust. See how he holds him, like he’s precious?” I murmured, rubbing my cheek against the base of his neck.

Slowly, I began to rock my hips, oh so slowly, not wanting to frighten Jason into pulling away from me just yet. I wanted him to see what I was saying was true, to feel what I was saying was true in his body. I wanted him to feel the pleasure and get his release, I wanted him to realize he was special as was Rob. “The man who had first started training you, he learned under Ethan, but I guess he missed this part of the lesson, or maybe he hadn’t gotten to it with you or Rob yet. That you are precious, and worth care and gentleness and tenderness and respect. Ethan would never rape you because that would be absolutely against what he wants long term. Long term, he wants you to be willing and happy to go to him of your own free will because you care for him. Raping you would only prove he didn’t care for you, and make it impossible for you to trust him on any level. So he’d never hurt you like that. Rather, he gives you choices, so you can always see you have options, and that he will respect your choices. Just like right now, you can stop me, if you truly want, and I will stop and pull away and let you be if you ask me to. But until you tell me to stop, I’m going to show you how good this feels, I’m going to drive you nuts, and stroke you, and make you whimper and treat you like I would want to be treated. It’s new, and nerve wracking, and hard to swallow, but its good. It feels good. Pleasure is pleasure, Jason. Just because its new doesn’t mean its bad, or wrong, or horrible.”

My hips picked up a little speed, grinding into him, bumping over his prostate with each inward movement as my hand stroked him, capturing the precum on my palm and using it to slick the passage of those stroking touches. I was so slow and careful, I didn’t want to scare him, I wanted him to feel safe, and like he could stop me if he wanted to. “You can say no when you want.” I whispered to him again, “Tell me to stop, and I will respect that, Jason. But let it be because you don’t like it, not because you’re afraid of it.” I breathed, my voice getting a little hoarse. The toy was two ways, it teased me as it did him, and it felt good and I wanted to go harder, but I didn’t want to scare him. I let out a soft whimper, a gentle moan and resting my cheek against his spine I drew in a soft and sharp breath. “It feels so good, I know it does.” I whispered to him, then, “Watch Ethan with Robbie, so how much of his attention is on him, see how he holds him, how he cared for him earlier, how he kisses him like he is incredible and special. See how Robbie has melted, I think, in a big way, neither of you have ever been loved before. And if you have, it’s been so long ago, that you can not believe it can happen again.” I told him.

“It can happen, you can be loved, you just have to open your heart and mind to the possibility of it. You just have to start by trusting.” I whispered to him, thrusting into him a little harder and biting back a moan of pleasure, my hand tightening around his shaft even as Ethan growled low, fighting to hold onto his tenuous control. He was going a long time with Robbie, but I knew from experience, he’d never take his pleasure until he was certain Robbie had taken his feel and gotten everything he needed. I knew that about Ethan. He may be a dominant, he may be a Master, but he was NOT a ‘User’. It was something I respected about him, something special, uncommon even in normal men let alone Dominant men.

“Tell me to stop, and I will.” I whispered again, “But I don’t want to, I want to make you scream for me, make your heart pound and your cock jump in my hand and every part of your body go nuts with how good it feels. Don’t stop watching Ethan and Robbie, just watch, you don’t have to touch, just watch.” I panted out softly, then finally went quiet as I kept up my slow pace interspersed with a few harder thrusts. If he calms down some, my thrusts will begin a lttle faster, but if he stays tense and nervous I’d keep my slow and steady pace, knowing with my stroking, it’ll still be enough to get him off eventually.

“Trust me... it will be the best orgasm you’ve ever had if you let me take you to completion like this.” I told him, my voice so soft, so soothing an dcalming and gentle. “I promise.” I said, and I knew, I knew I could deliver on that promise...

 

[joeys-game]

Rob

At this point i wasn't sure exactly how i felt, i wanted to let go, to allow Ethan into my heart, to trust him but i was just so jaded by my previous experience, my entire life experience i was afraid to do this.

When i begged release and Ethan said not yet, that he would make it better for me but he promised to eventually allow it i initially panicked, my head space sent back to my vision of the world, looking at this situation as i had always done.
He was able to coax me back from that mindframe, allowing me to change at least a part of my outlook, i was able to allow Ethan partly into my life, to trust him somewhat but not fully, not completely..it was too soon, too much had already been denied me in the past or taken from me, i had been lied to, too often and i myself had lied too many times.
I couldn't honestly tell Ethan that i was willing to 'give myself' to him and that in itself was my honesty, thats all that i could give at this point. Previously i would have just lied, telling him whatever i thought he needed to hear in order to get my needs met, my immediate needs that is..the release!

Ethan's hard cock sliding into me was so incredibly filling, exciting, like no other time i had experienced, Jason and the doctor looked incredibly erotic just below us on the bed..i moaned into Ethan's mouth as he kissed me.
"please , Ethan"

 

[sachiaiko]

ETHAN Only

Gods it was hard for me, so hard for me to hold back, but I knew I had to. I had to for Rob’s sake, and my own, but more for Robbie then for me. I wanted him to trust that I knew what I was doing, that I would bring him to the most incredible pleasure he’d ever before felt, and I had to get him to that place where the fears of the past were so distant a memory they were non-existent. I *Had* to get him to that place. I knew it internally.

If he fucked me, or rather I fucked him, with the same old fears circulating in his head again and again, it would be the same experience that he’d had a hundred times. Incredible sex maybe, but underneath it would be the same thing. Sex with some one whom you didn’t care for nor trust. Sex is just sex, no matter what anyone tells you. It’s not the most important part of life, hell, its not the most important part of D/s and its certainly not the most important part in any type of relationship! It’s just sex, physical gratification.

Rob, hell everyone, was operating out of his past experiences, and expecting something to come that was out of his past experiences. To trust me, he’d change those expectations in himself immediately. It’d be like a re-wiring of his brain, because he’d suddenly have a new experience, a new expectation, and in that the sex would be better, the world would be a happier place for Rob all around, and he’d realize that his happiness was more important then his fears. On some level, it would change the way he thought. It’s simply the way the brain works, and I’d figured this out a long time ago. It’s the natural way our brains work and take in information. I just had to get him into such a place of ‘no thought’ that his fears no longer existed, and all that existed was the moment of ‘NOW’ and that in this moment of ‘NOW’ with no past fears, he could be able to trust me whole heartedly.

Oh, that’s not to say his fears wouldn’t return when he came back to himself and the moment of now was over and things came back to normal. But even if those fears returned, they’d never be the same, nor hold the same power over him, because now not only does he have the fears in his past memory banks, but he’d have his experience with me in his past memory banks, tempering those fears and making them seem... less like a safety blanket and more like a hinderance. And eventually, given enough time with me, those fears would suddenly seem worthless and he’d abandon them as the safety blanket and instead use his new experiences as his ‘blanket’. One experience is all it takes to get ‘in the door’ so to speak, but it doesn’t change everything. That’s up to the person himself if he wants to change it all. Though, I can certainly help the process along, and it’s what I was doing.

So, all of that explained (probably more then anyone cared to know or understand, though, understanding the brain is always helpful for anyone at all, right?) I’ll get onto what I did to him to try my last ditch effort to open him up into trust of me, even if only for one blinding second. My words clearly were falling unheard, all my sweet promises, my pleading with him to let go and give into me. My open hearted love of him. See, I’m an odd man. I love everyone. It’s not about knowing a person for long periods of time. Everyone is deserving of love – period. Why should I hold back love just because I don’t know a person? Maybe that’s odd, hell, I know its odd, but it’s me. I believe that everything is love and everything deserves love and to be the best person I can be in my life is to love everyone and everything in this world unconditionally. That is not to say it is the same as sexual relationship love, but it’s love none the less, and maybe even more powerful.

So as I whispered my little words of love, my coaxing to him, pleading for him to let go of those fears, even if only for a moment. But they fell upon deaf ears, and I knew that the words wouldn’t be enough, even paired with the sex and the feelings and I knew all of this was new to Rob. He’d had a man come in, be what he expected (domineering and owning him) and then that man, whom he could easily despise, suddenly turned into something completely different! A gentle, caring, loving man who made certain he was cared for. Who made certain he was safe, comfortable, healthy, who held him and caressed him and fed him orange juice from his own hand when Rob himself could not lift the bottle. Suddenly, Rob didn’t know how to classify me – so I knew this was already a knew experience and as such he was more open to me, not less open to me. New experiences are something the brain yearns for, it keeps it alive, making little memories here and there.

Not only that, but I did not take only my pleasure of his body, I took the time to learn the things he enjoyed. I stroked him at the angle he seemed to like best, I bit him because I saw he liked it (which works out great since I love biting.) and I ground my hips into him at the angle he seemed to enjoy the most. I cuddled him to my chest, I whispered in his ear, I treated him like a lover and not a toy – which had to have been new for him. He certainly behaved as though he’d never been loved before, and even if he had, it was so long ago and so shrouded in pain and fear that now it is buried and nearly forgotten. At least, that was the impression I got. So here I was, new, driving him past his ability to cope, and he plead with me to let him cum, he whispered it into my mouth, and my free hand came up to stroke his hair and touch his face, brush a lock of soft hair from his forehead as I looked down into his eyes and smiled a slight and yet wholly affectionate, dare I say loving, smile at him.

“Not yet, you must trust me enough to forget your fears for just a moment. I am not your past.” I whispered to him, brushing my mouth over his, such a light, light kiss, so gentle, and then I finished what I had to say – “I’m your future.”

There was one thing I hadn’t yet done, which I knew he yearned for. He wanted me to bite him harder, as I wanted to bite him harder. But to do so would unleash a bit more of the wild side in me, and I had been concerned that it would be to much for our sweet Rob so soon. But now I was beginning to think differently – maybe my wildness would let him be wild himself. I smiled at him again, letting my eyes linger over his face and all that want and need shining from his loving eyes, and then I nuzzled him to face forward so I could bite sharply along his shoulder and neck. Each bite along his shoulder grew harder, and harder, “Shall I go wild so you can follow suit?” I asked him softly, biting even harder the next time, “Maybe it is what you need, sweetheart.” I murmured, panting harder as my hips thrust upward roughly, and I slowed and nearly stopped my stroking as I knew my harder thrusts would make him want to loose it even more so and if I didn’t ease up on the strokes he’d cum before the right moment.

Each bite, harder then the last. I drew in a shuddering breath, my eyes closing as my beast rose within me, the sensation of the feline, wanting to claim what was his, his mate, the creature in my arms, so precious and tender in body compared to my strength. I wrapped one of my arms around him, the free one, as I continued to thrust upward, grind into his body, the huge length and width of my cock splitting him near in two, filling him up past his wildest expectations – and I kept biting harder. I was at his neck now, having left a trail of marks along his shoulder and I was close to breaking skin. I could nearly past it, I could smell the scent of his blood beneath his skin, I could HEAR the thump, thump, thump of his heart beating hard and incredibly sensual in his pulse. For a moment, I sank my teeth over that pulse, and resisted to urge to truly bite. It was a hard thing to resist, my animal instincts wanting to feel him spilling down my throat, though the rest of me knew I wanted him around a mite bit longer then for one amazing sexual encounter, and I didn’t really want him dead. I felt his pulse against my tongue though, so close, his life within my mouth, and I wondered if he knew it – if he knew I held his very life between my teeth in that moment. I inhaled deeply, wondering if I’d scent the fear over the sex, then I forced myself to release that part of him as I crushed him harder to my chest – holding him tight.

I moved my mouth to the back of his neck, I growled low, and I shuddered beneath him for the intensity of the moment. I knew I’d grow more wild, hell, I was already half wild now just with the build-up. I’d felt him wanting me to break skin earlier, as he’d pressed his body against my teeth, urging me on, even when I backed down for fear of harming him. He wanted this, he wanted me wild, and if he wanted me wild them maybe it would give him the excuse to go wild as well, and forget all his fears and inhabitions and just live in the pure bliss of the now and in so doing trusting me in the bliss of the now.

And gods above, sweet holy spirit but I did love this little person in my arms. I wanted to hold him and protect him and teach him and cherish him and make him look at me with nothing but open hearted happiness instead of guarded fears. I wanted to wipe away those memories of his past that frightened him so horribly. I wanted to show him how precious he was, what he could be, hell, I wanted every part of him. And these thoughts swirled in my mind as my teeth sank into the meaty flesh at the base of his neck and the harder I bit the more excited I got, the harder my hips jerked upwards into his body, impaling him, the harder I pulled him against me, the harder I breathed in soft panted puffs through my nose against his sweat-dampened flesh.

And when I finally broke the skin, that sweet metallic taste that was distinctly Robbie flowed over my tongue, and I thought surely I was in heaven for that moment, I thought surely it was all I would ever need within my life for un-fettered happiness. I growled, no no, I snarled, possession in every line of my being. He was MINE. Mine, Mine, Mine. And anyone who did not know that would have to face me, my wrath, and my claws. And for those who didn’t know, my claws were sharp and long. Don’t fuck with me and mine! GROWL! I was nearly into animal thought, just barely holding onto my human brain and thought processes so I didn’t hurt him further by forgetting my strength of shifting while inside of him (that’d be bad, if he survived it, he certainly wouldn’t trust me. Heh. Least, not unless he liked a helluva lot more pain then some heavy biting.)

I couldn’t speak, I wanted to, I wanted to urge him to let go and go wild, but I was past the ability to do so. So, I urged him to it with my body, with my mind, with my pure will and with my teeth biting into his flesh. I tugged on the wound, growling, getting a fresh wave of blood into my mouth as my hips near SLAMMED up into him. I knew I took a chance, I took a chance because he may think I was trying to harm him, but gods no, I wanted to show him how incredible he was. Please, I thought to myself, let this be what he wanted. Let me have read him right. I normally do read people right, but I am hardly infallible.

My hand at his cock stopped completely, knowing it would be so easy for him to loose it right now. The arm wrapped around him moved so that I could grip his throat in my large hand, just another animal way of showing dominance and owner ship. I held his head so I could hold onto his neck, I held him in a rough grip – but I did not harm him with my hand at his throat, I was very careful NOT to harm him, or pull his neck to taught. Finally, I released the back of his neck, the perfect imprint of my teeth there like a badge of ownership. PURE animal/masculine pride swam through me and I let out a catcall/snarl/growl/hiss/howl of ownership that I couldn’t contain, it was no sounds that could ever come from a human throat, it bore down hard the fact I was not human, and maybe the fact I didn’t think the same. Animals are honest. Human’s ... they aren’t.

Even as one hand gripped his hips and lifted him so I could thrust harder and quicker into his body, I leaned in and lapped at those teeth marks leaking sweet lifes blood, catching the drops upon my tongue, a tongue gone slightly raspy but still gentle and soft like velvet but just a little raspier. I wanted to flip him over and fuck him hard, but I knew somewhere in the back of my mind, a mind that’d gone mostly animal at this point, that he couldn’t hold himself up on his wrists right now and I couldn’t do that. I squirmed beneath him, growling, mewling, hissing and making all manner of noises as I tried to contain myself – waiting for that ONE MOMENT when I heard it in his voice, heard it in his pleas, felt it in his body, or even scented the change in him – when the fear scent changed, I’d know. He wouldn’t even have to say it. I’d KNOW. And then I’d bring him to the biggest and best climax he’d ever fucking hard. I’d redefine pleasure for him.

“Mine.” I growled, voice hoarse, rough, animal, not all ‘Ethan’ anymore. “Mine,” I said again between licks and feline sounds and noises. I sucked on those bitemarks, then licked at them again, groaning at the pleasure of it, the fact you wore my mark. Mine, Mine, MINE. “Love mine.” I hissed softly, maybe I was in disjointed conversation with myself due to being in animal mindstate – but that’s still pretty clear. Love mine. I love you, in a very animal manner. Who fucking cares if Rob believes him or not? It’s the truth. Animals don’t lie. Only humans do that – and Ethan is pretty well an animal right now laying claim to what’s his, what he wants, what belongs to him and what he loves. “Mine, love mine, love.” He hissed again, so softly, his voice all growly, his movements still rough and hard and quick, all but those licks, and those words, which are soft and near gentle with emotion.

Like he had said to Rob earlier... He wasn’t anything from the mans past. He wasn’t even remotely close to anything from the man’s past. He’d never treat him as the people in Rob’s past had, so he didn’t deserve the fear of the past. He deserved to make new memories...

... He really is Rob’s future.



(OOCly: Holy shit, that came out long as ass, I think it was good though. Dear lord, youch, my god, sexy sexy sexy. Okay, I just had to comment. Dear lord lol. I sure as shit hope Rob finally lets himself go!!)

 

[joeys-game]

Rob

When Ethan began to bite me it must have been what i needed in order to be able to 'lose myself' and fully give to what i was experiencing. His hold on my neck sent my hungry body into spasms of excitement, my entire frame bucking and writhing above him, leaning into the intensity of the physical sensation.
"oh fuck yea Ethan", i groaned "harder, i want it so bad"
As i felt him pierce the skin and my blood begin to flow, washing into his mouth i thought i would lose consiousness i was so tturned on!
I growled back at him, finding his neck and sinking my teeth into the exposed skin, tasting HIM, his essence, feeling his life blood run into my mouth, making me stronger.
My body and mind fought to control my orgasm, i was so close, i wouldn't be able to last much longer, it had been way too long, i needed to release, i needed him to allow it, to tell me to cum.....

 

[sachiaiko]

Ethan

When he bit me, I thought I’d go absolutely insane. How he managed it I have no idea, my own teeth sunk into the base of his neck and he somehow turned his head and got my shoulder-neck area. He had no idea what can of worms he was opening up by biting me, but dear god did it feel good.

I was like a wave, I could feel the power raising and raising, my beast pulsing within me to make this person mine, to claim him in all the ways that I’d wanted him. I could feel my body tugging to become other than human. I couldn’t shift though, I knew I couldn’t shift because I’d hurt this being in my arms, and it was the last thing in this universe and this world I wanted to do. When finally, finally he let go of all his inhabitions, forgot his past fears, became wild and free in all ways, that was when my hand curled about his cock and my hips slammed into his as I fucked him for everything I had. The position was good for depth, but not for quick hard thrusts, but I managed. My free hand lifting him and drawing him down hard upon my shaft as I growled and hissed out my agonizing pleasure.

“Yessssss,” I hissed against the bitemark I’d made. The mark claiming his body as my own. “Mine. Mine. Yessss. Cum!” I growled out, barely able to form words, barely able to give him the permission he’d been so yearning for, but now he has it, and I held him tight as I waited for the wave of intensity of his own orgasm to wash me into the bliss of mine. As he tightened around my cock, so close, I knew I’d be gone the moment that he was. And I relished the second he finally let it ALL go...