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.He quickly put a finger in Tom’s ass, then two.Mischa didn’t want to be gentle; he wanted Tom to take him and his pain and his arousal.Tom just hissed and pushed back, trying to get more.Mischa took out his fingers and placed his cock at Tom’s entrance.Then he pushed in, making Tom shout when Mischa breached the boy’s tight opening.Mischa didn’t let up, but pushed all the way in, making Tom grunt and groan when Mischa bottomed out.Mischa didn’t take his time, couldn’t; he needed to move and did so, taking his boy deeply, pushing himself inside and shouting out with the pleasure.He ground his hips into Tom, ripping the sounds from the boy and pushing the pain deep into him.Then Mischa had to move, and he started slapping his hips into Tom’s tender ass, forcing the shouts out of his boy like he did with the paddle.It was too much, and Mischa came, yelling and shaking, his hips moving in spasms while he pumped his seed into the condom deep inside his boy’s body.He let Tom take his weight, panting for breath.Then Mischa had to pull out, Tom whimpering as he did so.Mischa fumbled for his boy’s dick and felt it hanging limply under the bench.“Sorry, sir.” Tom sounded a bit sheepish.“I didn’t say you couldn’t come, did I?” And hell, it did make Mischa feel smug to make Tom come like that.“I guess not.” Tom moved a bit, head turning to follow where Mischa went to get a towel and some cream.Mischa cleaned himself up and turned back.He had to stop for a moment, taking in the sight of his boy.Tom’s body was limp on the bench, ass red and looking so obscene that Mischa moaned.Tom blushed and smiled, shyly.“I.I look okay?”Mischa went over and let his hand glide over the red ass, none too gently.Tom gasped, hips shivering under Mischa’s fingers.“You look fucking hot.If you hadn’t just made my balls turn themselves inside out, I would fuck you again.”Tom sighed, accepting the sting of Mischa’s caresses.Fuck, the boy was a natural.“I take it that I was right -- you did like this?”Tom laughed out loud.“Oh yes, you have every right to say ‘I told you so!’ God, that was good.Please do that again next weekend.” Then Tom blushed and bit his lip.Mischa smiled.Tom had been very particular about not demanding more of Mischa’s time, of keeping it casual.It was nice to know that Mischa wasn’t the only one wanting more of it.“I will, don’t worry.”Tom looked relieved, and Mischa bent down and kissed him.Then Mischa helped him up, laughing at the shocked expression on the boy’s face as Tom felt the sting on his butt.Mischa leaned in and smacked it one last time.“Ow, fuck!” Tom jumped.“I mean, sir.That stings.”Mischa just laughed and winked at him.“I know.”***Mischa wanted their afternoon scene to be light; he didn’t want to blow Tom’s mind before the party tonight.On the other hand, he wanted Tom to be in the right headspace.That was why he had Tom back in the playroom after lunch, leading the boy to the bench again.Tom looked a bit apprehensive; there was no doubt that he could still feel his sore ass if the color was anything to go by.Mischa didn’t have any more paddlings in mind, though.He helped Tom up but didn’t fasten the straps.“I want you to keep yourself still for this.Did you clean yourself thoroughly?” Tom blushed, but nodded.Without further explanations, Mischa went to the cabinets and got what he needed.He slicked the toy up and showed it to Tom.“Do you know what these are?”Tom looked curiously at the bright blue beads.“Well, I think I can guess.They.They go up my ass?” He obviously had to struggle to get the words out.“They do.And they’re called beads.You can get them in all kinds and sizes.Some of them you can hardly feel, some of them are big enough to make you yell.And yes, I like them.” Mischa let his hands glide over the soft material, the lube making the beads glisten.“These are five different sizes, two of each size.Even the big ones won’t be too difficult for you to take.You’ll like them.Now, bend over while I put them in you.”He could see the boy get all flustered by his brusque order; Mischa was giving Tom less and less time to adjust, pushing him a bit more.Tom bent over, though, and grabbed the cuffs to have something to hold on to.“Good boy.Here comes the first ball.” He pushed the little ball in, making Tom gasp.Mischa smiled knowingly.“Yeah, it feels good, doesn’t it? How about this?” He pulled out the ball again.“Oh! Oh, that’s good, sir.” Tom ground his hips.“It is.You’re going to take the whole string like that: one ball in, out again, two balls in, and so on.Do you think you can handle that?” Mischa was almost grinning; he was quite sure that Tom could handle it.“Yes, sir.Please do it.” He did, making Tom gasp when the little ball pushed in again, and then the next.It was always the removal that got the biggest reaction, though.The first four balls went easily, Tom gasping and moaning with it.The fifth was a bit larger, making Tom strain to take it.“You can do it.Just relax.” It wasn’t very big; it was Tom’s excitement that made him clench up around the soft silicone string and get all tight.He got the fifth, though, and the sixth, too.At the seventh, Tom started panting a bit.Mischa pushed it in.“Oh! Oh, sir, I can feel it inside me.”“Yes, the string goes deep inside of you.” Mischa pulled out the ball, pushing it in again and adding the eighth.Tom bucked, groaning out loud.Mischa took a little break, stroking Tom’s back and gently tugging on the ring at the end.“Last one going out before the two big ones.You can do it.” He tugged it out and pushed it back in, not giving Tom any time to adjust.His boy whimpered, hands straining against the cuffs.“Now the big one.” Mischa pushed, but Tom’s hole didn’t budge.“Open up for me, boy.” He kept up the push, and with a grunt, Tom accepted it.His boy arched, panting and trying to deal with the intrusion.“Please, sir, do you have to pull that one out again?” Tom was gasping.It made Mischa hard.“Of course, boy.That’s how you get a string of beads.Only the last one stays in.” Tom moaned piteously.The boy bent back down, though, and cried out when the ball was pulled out.Mischa pushed it right back in.Then he started pushing the last one in.It wouldn’t go, but Mischa kept up the pressure and forced Tom to take it.Finally, Tom yelped, and it went in.Mischa bent over him and lifted him up, letting him lean back on Mischa’s body.“Squeeze your hole closed.Keep it inside you.” Tom gasped, but followed his order.Mischa kissed him on the neck and held him, feeling the boy relaxing against Mischa’s body.Tom was about to bend back down when Mischa helped him up.“Come on up.The beads can stay in while I show you something.” Tom got up, experimentally taking a step.“I can hardly feel it, sir.” He sounded surprised.“It was really tight in the beginning, but now I only feel a little full.” Mischa smiled.It would be quite easy for Tom to take.For now.“You never got the entire tour of my house, you know.I want to tell you about how I built it.”Tom blinked.“With.with this in me?”Mischa relished the shock in Tom’s voice.”Oh yes, you said so yourself that it doesn’t bother you.Now, come on.”And he gave Tom the big tour of the house.The very big, very detailed tour.They were in every room -- except for his office, of course -- and he explained and showed and even found a blueprint at one point.In the beginning, Tom looked genuinely interested.Then he started to squirm a little.Mischa ignored him.When they reached the second guest room and Mischa explained everything about the double windows, Tom gasped and bent over a little.“Stand up straight.” Mischa smacked Tom’s red ass, making him jump
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