Born to Love You - ALF

When Blair returned to his campus office from lunch, he found a parcel waiting on his desk. He couldn't help an involuntary glance up at the camera hidden in a corner of the room. As he unwrapped the parcel, he wondered if Jim was watching in real time, as well as filming him for later enjoyment.

Inside the plain brown wrapping, he found a box. Opening it, he took out a set of metal balls connected by a thin chain. Blair felt his heart start to beat faster and his cock throb in his pants, as various erotic possibilities flitted through his brain. Turning to his backpack, he took out the ever-present tube of lube from a side pocket. Crossing to the door, he quickly locked it and then circled the room drawing the blinds. He didn't bother to use a lamp to dispel the dimness in the room, knowing that would signal his presence to anyone passing, something he didn't want to risk in the circumstances.

He undressed quickly, piling his clothes onto his desk chair, then padded naked across to the couch Jim had bought him for occasions like this, at the same time as he had installed the camera. He removed the inevitable piles of stuff, stacking them on the floor before lying down. He spread his legs wide, so that one was on the back of the couch, while the other hung off the end, his foot resting on the floor. He knew from past experience, this would ensure that the camera, and therefore Jim, had a good view of his ass and genitals. Pillows raised his hips even further, making it easier for him to reach his ass. He carefully pulled out the butt plug he habitually wore, hissing at the sensation of it sliding out of his tender, slick channel.

Tossing the plug to one side, he lay panting for a while, then began to touch himself. One hand ran over his chest, playing with the hair and tweaking his nipples, while the other drifted down to toy with his cock and balls. He knew he wasn't really supposed to do this without Jim's permission, but it felt so good, enjoying his own body like this.

After a few minutes, he stopped and again lay breathing heavily. Finally, he reached for the set of balls and lube he had dropped earlier. He thoroughly coated each metal orb, before throwing the lube aside again. Taking hold of the first ball, he held it against his hole and pushed firmly.

At first, there was resistance, despite the looseness from his morning fuck and the plug he had been wearing earlier. But he persisted, adding pressure, and finally, there was an audible pop as the ball slid inside him. He quickly added the rest, feeling himself stretching around them. The pressure as they grazed his prostate transmitted itself to his cock, which was flat against his belly and leaking steadily into the hair there.

Once the last ball was in place, the end of the connecting chain hanging down, he took hold of his cock, stroking firmly, lost in pleasure. All he cared about was finding that moment of release, desperate to come, and come hard. A hand squeezing his balls tightly made him yelp and open eyes he didn't remember closing. He looked up to see Jim bending over him, anger turning his blue eyes to ice.

"J-Jim," he stuttered, shocked at seeing his partner there in his office. He hadn't even heard the door being unlocked, so absorbed had he been in the pleasures of his body

"Get up, Sandburg," Jim ordered curtly, releasing the punishing grip on Blair's testicles.

Blair managed to stagger to his feet. Jim reached into his pocket and pulled out Blair's cock ring/ball divider and fastened it in place. "Get dressed," he told the other man.

Blair nodded and went over to his chair. He shuddered at the sensation of the balls moving inside him as he walked and the way they made his cock throb. Taking a deep breath, he pushed aside the sensations and concentrated on getting dressed, feeling the heat of Jim's gaze on him the whole time. He knew he was in trouble and would be paying for his behavior as soon as he got home.

As he put on his jacket, he turned to find Jim waiting, Blair's backpack in hand. "Got everything? You won't be coming back for a few days."

Blair gulped and nodded, crossing the room to stand by his partner. Jim handed him the pack and turned to unlock the door, which he had automatically locked behind him on entering the office. He handed Blair the keys to his truck. "Go and wait for me, while I speak to the secretary," he instructed. Blair took the keys and set off down the corridor.

***

The trip back home was a silent one, Blair not daring to speak and Jim too angry to do anything but concentrate on his driving. Blair sat with his hands under his thighs, so that he didn't fidget.

Once in the loft, Jim sent him straight upstairs, to undress and wait. He remained there now, kneeling beside the bed, listening to Jim move around downstairs, shutting down the loft. His body still throbbed with unrelieved desire, but it was tempered with the knowledge of the punishment he had coming to him.

Jim's footsteps sounded on the stairs and Blair couldn't help tensing a little in anticipation. The first command came immediately. "Lie face down on the bed, hands in the middle of your back."

Blair hurried to comply, stretching out and reaching behind himself to clasp his wrists. His wrists were bound together; the feel of the leather cuffs a familiar sensation.

"Lift your hips," Jim ordered, and Blair did so, feeling a pillow being positioned underneath him. His ass was raised higher now, making it vulnerable to the punishment he was about to receive.

Jim moved to stand in his line of vision. He held a paddle that Blair hadn't seen before, long and rectangular, with triangular notches cut into one end of it. Blair couldn't help a shiver at the sight of it - those notches would leave painful welts on his ass.

"You know why you're being punished, don't you?" Jim asked, startling him out of his study of the paddle.

Blair nodded. "Because I was touching and pleasuring myself without permission," he recited.

Jim nodded back at him, then walked away. Blair listened to him and knew he was getting ready to punish him. He couldn't help tensing in anticipation of the first blow.

Seconds later, he felt the rush of displaced air just before the paddle impacted with his ass, making him cry out. It was just the first in a series of hard blows that rained down, covering every inch of Blair's ass, until it felt like the flesh was on fire. He was crying out constantly from the pain, gasping for breath as he did so.

Finally, the blows stopped, and he felt the bed dip as Jim moved up behind him. Then he felt Jim take hold of the chain connecting the balls in his ass, and tug hard. As they came out of him, Blair screamed, carried away on a tidal wave of sensations. He was coming without actually ejaculating, body on overload. Everything went black as he passed out from the overwhelming sensations.

***

When Blair woke up, he was lying on his side on the bed; Jim spooned up behind him, the other man's large cock deep inside him. Jim wasn't moving, just lying there, holding him impaled, connected in the most basic way. Blair couldn't help moaning and wiggling a little at the sensation, but froze when a large hand squeezed his balls.

"Keep still, Chief, and I'll let you come," a deep, sultry voice whispered in one ear.

Blair nodded acquiescence and was rewarded by a slow withdrawal, followed immediately by an equally slow thrust of Jim's cock back inside him. That set the pattern for the next period of time. It wasn't as painful as Blair expected, Jim had obviously put cream on his ass while he was still unconscious and Blair became lost in the sensations again, but somehow managed to stay still.

Jim rewarded him by gradually speeding up the pace of his thrusting, until he was slamming into Blair forcefully, his cock reaming the other man's ass thoroughly. As Blair felt the telltale swelling of Jim's cock that heralded his imminent release, the leather restraining his cock and balls was removed, and a callused hand gripped his cock, stroking him in time with the continuing thrusts.

Seconds later, Blair was coming hard, crying out as he finally gained his release, feeling the spurts of Jim coming inside him, as his body clamped down on the other man's cock.

They shuddered through their orgasms together, and then lay quietly recovering afterwards. Eventually, though, Jim pulled out carefully and rolled Blair onto his stomach to tend to his ass. Blair drifted in a haze of post-orgasmic lethargy, not quite asleep. Finally, Jim was satisfied and he was cuddled up to Jim's chest and kissed thoroughly. That made him hum with pleasure, but there was no throb of arousal anywhere in his body. Instead, he felt himself sliding into sleep, sated and content, knowing he was deeply loved.

The end.

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Author's Acknowledgements: Thanks to Lori for buying it for Moonridge, thanks to wod for the beta, and thanks to XIM for the cover art.