Commanding The Commando

“Xander… I…I’m sorry!” Graham gasped, hearing the click of the key turning in the lock, which meant his Master was home. “I know I should have told you – I deserve to have you punish me.”

“Someone’s been a very bad slave,” Xander replied, a thick edge in his voice, which Graham knew meant three things – his Master was horny, he would punish his slave, and it would hurt. “What have you been told about speaking unless I specifically order you to? Not to mention calling me by name?”

Graham bowed his head, cowed, saying nothing.

“You may speak, slave.” Xander ordered, no hint of emotion in his voice, though his eyes showed his feelings of betrayal that the man he had been seeing, the man he *loved*, had lied to him.

“T-thankyou, Master. I can only apologise. I know I should have told you about my… activities, and I would have, but I never seemed to be able to find the right time.”

Xander nodded slowly. “You do realise you will have to be punished?” There was a barely noticeable tone in his voice, indicating that a response was required.

“Yes, Master,” Graham replied, barely lifting his head as he heard Xander cross the room, his boots tap-tapping on the polished wooden floor. His blood pounded in his ears with the anticipation of what was about to happen to him. He heard the footsteps stop and guessed that Xander was standing near him, but he didn’t dare look up to confirm this.

Xander fought to keep his concentration as he fiddled with the lock on the chest of ‘toys’. His want – his need, even – to punish the all-too-willing sub was just barely bubbling under the surface. Finally he got the lock undone….

Graham fought the urge to lift his head as he heard the ‘clunk’ of the bolt sliding out of its fastening, concentrating solely on keeping his breathing and heartbeat down to a rate that he hoped didn’t betray his arousal.

“Good slave,” Xander remarked, still facing away from Graham. He pulled a cane out of the cupboard, tested its flexibility. Frowning a little, he put it back in its place and pulled out a slightly less flexible one. He nodded, also removing a pair of tight leather cuffs, and - almost as an afterthought, a black silk blindfold. He closed and bolted the cupboard, before finally turning and facing Graham for the first time.

Graham fought to keep control of his senses. This was one battle of wills he was not prepared to lose. Every time they went through this he always gave in. Not tonight.

“Are you ready to be punished?” Xander’s voice cut through the air like a knife – oh boy was he angry...

“Y-yes, sir.”

Graham breathed hard as he prepared himself for what was to come, tensing his muscles to brace himself against the impact. He felt a warm hand caress the nape of his neck, sensed the love of his master before the pain befell him.

*Thwack* the first blow came across his back. It stung momentarily, fading into nothingness as quickly as the second blow landed on top of it.

“You like that, slave? You want more?”

Graham fought to control his feelings, remaining silent – he had not yet had permission to answer.

“Well? Answer me slave!” Xander repeated. “Do you like having me hurt you?”

“Yes, Master.” he replied, his voice quivering with pain, eyes locked on the knot in the floorboard in front of him that he could see despite the blindfold. *Thwack* the second blow came – slightly harder this time – though still not hard enough to leave a mark. *Thwack* and a third, harder again. This continued for another fifteen strokes.

Xander noted that only Graham’s voice belied the pain he was in. He didn’t shrink from the cane at any time. “Very good, slave.” accompanied by a quick nod. He moved closer to Graham, paying a close inspection to the lines across his back. They would fade in time, but he wanted them to be visible in the morning – proof of a master’s love for his slave, and a reminder, every time he moved, of the consequences of lying.

Graham’s breathing came faster at Xander’s touch – the coolness of his hands against the heat of the reddened flesh of Graham’s back was sending him into a state of arousal. Xander, noticing this, removed his hand. This wasn’t time for Graham to feel excited, this was punishment after all. He saw tears of pain fall down Graham’s cheeks. He nodded, knowing that Graham wouldn’t consider lying again.

“Will you ever lie to me again, slave?”

“No, Master. Never,” Graham choked out.

Xander nodded with satisfaction. He reached out and caressed Graham’s back once more, grinning at Graham’s quick intake of breath. He knew the pain/pleasure line had blurred for his slave. “Your punishment is over. You took it very well. Would you like a reward?”

“Yes, Master. More than anything.”

“Would you like to suck me off?”

Graham’s eyes widened beneath their shield, but still he did not respond.

“I’m waiting, slave. I asked you if you’d like to suck me off. Do you want my dick in your mouth?”

Graham nodded. “That would be an honour, sir, if you would allow me to do that for you.”

“Very well,” Xander replied, helping Graham up and guiding him to the nearest chair. “Kneel,” he commanded, and Graham did so, finding a little difficulty in balancing himself with his hands still secured behind his back. He managed it, and Xander allowed himself a small smile as he regarded the young man, mouth open anticipating his penis. If he hadn’t been so horny, he might have compared him to a fledgling awaiting a feed from its mother.

He did love him – despite what outsiders or people new to the world of kink might think – he knew that Graham enjoyed the pain, because it didn’t last long. He’d never seriously hurt his slave.

Graham knew this too, as he hungrily lapped and licked at Xander’s hardness, knowing the best part of the night was still to come – the cleaning up, the kisses, the feel of his lover’s fingers oh so gently rubbing antiseptic into his cuts and bruises, the hot breath on his skin that helped him know that he was forgiven, and the knowledge that they’d be together forever; because that was the whole point.