Night of Unexpected Passion

Kane's gaze searched the crowd, nervous at being the center of attention. He was shaking terribly, and he desperately wanted to turn tail and run, but the hands digging into his shoulders were stopping him from making a move. No matter how much he wanted to get away, the debt hanging over his head, and Jack staring daggers at him from the crowd, rooted him to the spot. Caroline was sitting next to him, hanging off his arm like a vine, her hands curled around him seductively. She smiled at him from across the room, a heartless, pretty smile that showed just the kind of bitch she was. It was thanks to her that he was here. Thanks to her that these men and women, strangers all of them, were now bidding to have a piece of his ass. 

When the gavel struck the podium, he flinched and squeezed his eyes shut. That was it. He was pulled off the stage and passed by another poor sap who had to go on stage and have his turn. The guy looked ready to collapse, misery written all over his face. They shared a look, understanding each other's situation, and knew they could do nothing for each other. Casting his gaze aside, he stayed put while his handler took care of the specifics his new master had for him. The man who had bought him for two million was tall, and broader in shoulder than Kane was, and his eyes were dark. It was easy to get sucked into them. Easy to get trapped and frozen. 

Kane feared what it would be like to have that man prey upon him. He'd never been with another man before. He always assumed it would hurt, and with a beast like that as his master, he didn't doubt he'd be crying the whole night through. 

Stumbling slightly as his handler ushered him away from the auction area, he fell into step with him as he was taken to where he would spend the rest of the evening with the man who bought him. When they arrived at the man's private suite, Kane just about dug his heels into the floor. His handler had to push him inside when the door was unlocked and opened for them. 

"Here he is, Mr. Thompson. Is there anything else you might need?" the handler asked to Kane's new master.

Kane tilted his head back to look up at Thompson. He felt small against him, and he wasn't even a short fellow. Thompson made Superman look average, and had more presence than Bruce Wayne. Kane tried not to swallow too loudly, or flinch too obviously when Thompson replied, "No, that will be all," is a deep, rich voice, and closed the door behind him. The man's eyes were on his face, quietly studying his features in a quiet, calculating sort of manner that made it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"Why don't you go to the bedroom?" Thompson suggested, and nodded off to the side where the bedroom lay. The door was already open, inviting Kane in.

Seeing how he couldn't leave, how he was stuck, Kane knew there was only one thing he could do, no matter how much he dreaded the idea: obey. He nodded slightly, not ready to trust his own voice, and made his way to the bedroom. Once inside, he looked over his shoulder to see if he had been followed, but to his surprise Thompson wasn't there. Not sure what to do, he shifted his weight from one foot to another and stared apprehensively at the bed that would undoubtedly be put to use soon. 

Thompson's footsteps drew his attention away to see the man come into the room with two glasses of wine. Drinking from one, he set the other on the bedside table and gestured to it. "You may have some if you wish," he offered, but Kane didn't dare go near it. He simply stared at the man, his mind awhirl with all sorts of crazy, frightened thoughts. Thompson gazed back at him calmly, and reached out to take Kane by the arm. His touch was surprisingly light, but firm, as he guided Kane to stand before the bed. He sat down at the bed's edge, facing him. "Take your clothes off. Slowly."

Drawing in a nervous breath, Kane stared down at himself, at the ensemble he had been dressed in to catch the eye of someone in the audience. It was a sad excuse for a cowboy outfit. He was wearing nothing more than a handkerchief around his neck, chaps, a sling to cover his vitals, boots and wrist cuffs. There was nothing to hide the toned muscles of his dancer's body, which was exactly what Jack wanted when he put him on showcase.

Balancing on one leg, he removed the first boot and set it aside, then set his foot down. Shifting his weight, he removed the other, all the while wondering just how exactly he was supposed to be "slow" about taking this off. There wasn't exactly a lot to begin with, he was half naked already. And he didn't know if he was supposed to make this look sexy either. All Thompson said was take it off slowly. 

Mentally shaking his head as he set the other boot aside, Kane worked open the buckle and strap that held his chaps in place. Once they were loose, his first instinct was to just let the fabric drop, but he was reminded by the intent stare on his person that he had to this slowly. So he hooked his fingers in the lip of the chaps and slid the fabric down his legs. When it hit his knees, he bent down a little and freed one leg, then the other, and finally dropped the pants next to his boots. Straightening up again, he felt overly conscious of himself; he was in nothing but a sling and handkerchief, and that wasn't nearly enough to be considered decent. 

He made a point not to look at Thompson as he reached behind his neck and undid the knot that held the bandanna in place. He set it atop the pile and hesitated when his hands came to the flimsy excuse of underwear that was his last barrier. He really didn't want to bare himself to some guy he didn't know; this wasn't the same as wandering about the gym locker room. Fingers curling in, he slowly dragged the fabric down, and with each agonizing inch it dropped lower, so did his mood. In the same fashion he had done the chaps, he lowered it to his knees then stepped out of it, setting it aside with the rest. He couldn't get himself to look at Thompson, didn't even want to see what sort of expression he had, and so looked off to the side, his hands clenched at his sides, his whole body stiff as a board. 

Thompson set aside his drink before moving closer to Kane. Touching his fingertips to Kane's shoulder, the man gently slid his fingers down along Kane's arm. "Are you really worth two million dollars?" he mused. It was hard to tell whether or not the question was rhetorical, and he didn't appear to be waiting for an answer. When his fingers reached the back of Kane's wrist, he gradually wrapped his hand around that spot and began to lift Kane's arm. He guided it upward and cocked at the elbow, positioning Kane's palm behind his head. 

"Other arm up as well, fingers laced. And stand with your legs apart. I want to see every inch of you without obstruction." He reached out with his free hand to offer a bit of guidance, easing Kane into the desired position. Kane did as he was told and stared ahead while the man moved around him at a leisured pace. Every spot Thompson touched him was like a spark of electricity; Kane couldn't help but twitch or tense up as the man softly brushed his finger or his palm along his naked flesh. 

He could barely keep himself together by the time that Thompson came to face him once again. His arms slid down when Thompson returned to the bed and sat, figuring it was safe to do so now that the man was done touching him. Or so he thought it quickly became clear that his master was far from finished. Thompson beckoned him forward and pulled him into his lap. Kane was forced to widen his legs so that he straddled him and felt a small bulge press at his crotch. It didn't take a genius to figure out what it was, and it made Kane nervous.

Thompson lifted one of his hands and took hold of Kane by the chin. His hold on Kane was peculiar. Though he wasn't squashing Kane's chin with an impressive grip, Kane found it impossible to liberate his face from Thompson's fingers. Directing Kane's face to one side, the man leaned in while simultaneously drawing Kane forward. He pressed his lips to the side of Kane's throat, and then murmured softly against his skin, "Just relax and be pleasing." His mouth moved lower, brushing idly over Kane's shoulder. 

Kane did as he was told, though he bit harshly at his lip as he let the man adorn his skin with kisses and nips and licks. It didn't hurt to be touched by a man in this manner, but it was awkward. He wasn't too sure if he could really relax in a situation like this, but he knew better than to kick up a fuss. Jack would be on him like a beast, and he'd probably even beat him for daring to upset a paying customer. Kane wanted to stay in one piece, until his debt was paid for, even if his nerves were murdered along the way. He could only hope that Thompson would treat him nicely as the evening progressed and their actions took a more heated course. 

For the duration of half an hour, the man entertained himself by lavishing little kisses everywhere along Kane's shoulders, throat, and the underside of his jaw. He unhurriedly moved from location to location, with some kisses being fleeting, while others lingered and seemed to be slightly open-mouthed. Occasionally he brushed his tongue over Kane's flesh, relishing the taste of his skin. 

His hands had also migrated, but once they'd reached destinations that he was content with they stayed in place. One hand had splayed widely across the small of Kane's back. The other hand had moved from Kane's chin to the base of Kane's skull, palm and fingers cupping the boy's head. The only variation was when Thompson wanted to turn Kane's head in one direction or another. And in those cases he merely tightened his grasp on Kane just enough to guide the tilt of Kane's face. Up. Down. From side to side. Very little about Kane's position ever changed.

It was when he had found his fill of sampling Kane's flesh that he finally moved back. He looked at Kane coolly, as if there was nothing to be startled by being kissed by another man. He seemed to notice the way Kane was biting at his lip and pressed his thumb against the abused flesh to ease the pressure. "Tell me. Are you a virgin? I don't care for your experiences with women, I mean are you a virgin with men."

Kane's cheeks heated at the thought, knowing the subject was bound to come sooner or later, though he didn't imagine it would be like this. He gave a small nod. "Y-Yes..." How couldn't he possibly hide his inexperience? Wasn't it because he was so fresh in the world that Jack had taken an unhealthy liking to him? Wasn't it because of his pretty face and nice, untouched body that he sent Caroline as bait to rope him in? Kane still felt a wave of disgust, not just for the treacherous pair, but for himself.

Thompson nodded in return and eased Kane off his lap. He stood and shed of his clothes in quick fashion before sliding back onto the bed. He settled himself in the middle before calling Kane to join him. "Come here. I have no interest in breaking you. I will be slow and show you what it means to be held by a man." 

Kane wanted to ask why, certain he had done nothing to deserve this level of kindness, but he didn't argue. He hesitated a moment before climbing onto the bed, and followed the man's instruction to straddle his lap once more.

Thompson's hands settled on his hips and pulled him in a little closer so their groins were flush against each other. There was nothing to hide the man's arousal now, and Kane practically squirmed at feeling that thick, pulsing heat against his body. Thompson kept on hand in place while the other rose so that he could stroke the pad of his index finger over Kane's lower lip. Carefully slipping his finger past Kane's lips, the man brushed the digit lightly over the top of Kane's tongue. 

Kane startled when he felt the man's finger ease into his mouth, not sure what he was supposed to do. Thompson didn't fail to instruct him, "Open up a bit wider," and slid his middle finger into Kane's mouth to join the first finger. "Close your lips around my fingers, but not your teeth. Don't bite down. Use your tongue to lap at my fingers. First go slowly. And then increase the pace. Finally, draw your tongue back as far as you can and try to wiggle the tip of it across the ends of my fingers. Consider this your crash course in giving head. These are just some of the techniques that work to get a guy off. You should be familiar with them if you've ever had a girl between your legs."

Clumsily, he did all that Thompson said, though he felt rather strange doing so. He wrapped his lips around the man's fingers, doing well to keep his teeth out of biting range -- he didn't want to chance upsetting the man by accidentally hurting him -- and laved at each digit. It was different than how he might lick a spoon clean, but the science was there. It took him several tries to get it right, to get used to the feeling of something in his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. When he thought he'd gotten the hang of it, Thompson added more to his plate. "Keep enough pressure around my fingers so that I can feel a constant suction. Without a proper seal you're just playing at giving a blowjob. And I'm not in the mood for teasing and frustration." 

And just as he said it, the man started to move his fingers back and forth, sliding them in and out of Kane's mouth. Kane couldn't help the sound that came out as Thompson gently fucked his mouth with his fingers. It was a weird feeling, and he had to concentrate to keep up with all that Thompson had said. Nevermind a spoon, this was more like eating a popsicle. It wasn't before long that Thompson drew his fingers back and a thin thread of saliva could be traced from his fingertips to the tip of Kane's tongue. 

Kane blinked at the sudden stop in their actions and stared at the man in confusion. Thompson's mouth twitched in what looked to be a smirk, and lightly tightened his grip on his hip. He leaned back so that he rested against the pillows at the head of the bed, and instructed Kane to turn around and get on all fours. Even more confused, Kane pushed up and swung his leg over Thompson, turning around so that his back was facing Thompson. He wasn't the least bit prepared when the man took his hips and pulled him back, so that his head came level with the man's crotch. "I want you to take me in your mouth," he clarified before Kane had the chance to ask what was going on. "I won't buck while you suck," he reassured. "I will say this though... if you haven't got much of a gag reflex you might just get a few extra points for an attempt to deep throat." 

Burning with embarrassment, Kane sputtered over a reply. "W-What? I-- I don't--" he started, but quickly cut himself off when he felt Thompson's hands on his hips tighten a fraction. Just like that, he was reminded of his position, of the threat glaring down at him by Jack. He looked down at the man's crotch and his obvious arousal, and almost grimaced. He didn't think he was ready for this. He might never be ready for this. But Thompson wasn't giving him time to get ready. This was as slow as he was going to go. 

Gathering his wits, Kane mentally told himself that it was better to take the most out of this experience and be grateful that Thompson wasn't shoving into him and making him bleed. Of all people to have bought him, he was lucky Thompson wasn't any less of a gentleman. He was a pervert, sure, and maybe he enjoyed the idea of deflowering virgins, but at least he didn't do it brutally. With a soft sigh, Kane took the man in his hand and lowered his head to take the tip of the man's arousal past his lips. He had to open his mouth wider than what he did for Thompson' fingers, which created for a really weird feeling. 

It took him a while to get used to having something of this particular nature in his mouth, and even then he still wasn't sure how to feel about it. Nevertheless, he lowered his head a little more until a reasonable amount had entered and he had decent space to work with. Sealing his lips around that thick phallus, he drew his tongue along the length, imitating the motions he had done just minutes ago with Thompson's fingers. The man had kept to his word and didn't thrust his hips, but that left Kane without motion. Feeling rather awkward with himself, and whether or not it was good enough to just simply lick at the length of cock in his mouth, it took Kane a while to realize he himself had to move. He had to create the motion. 

Once again fumbling, he carefully drew back to the head, then down to as far as he was comfortable -- well, comfortable as in not choke, nevermind that he would never really be comfortable. Slowly, merely testing it out, he bobbed up and down, figuring out which angles worked for him. When he started to get the hang of it, he picked up the pace, until his neck gave protest and he had to slow down again. He had avoided flicking his tongue against the tender slit at the crown for a while, but eventually he drew back, eased up the pressure around the man's cock, and dragged his tongue over the tip. He teased the small crevice with the tip of his tongue before letting it slide back over the surface. He sucked that thick length back into his mouth and this time tried to take it a little further. 

He almost bit down when he suddenly felt something slide across the underside of his cock. Drawing back with a muffled yelp, he freed his mouth of Thompson's hard-on and stuttered, "Wh-- What are you--" The squeeze of lips around his cock and the undoubted swirl of a tongue against his flesh made him break off in a squeak, the feeling so was electrifying. He couldn't see what the man was doing to him, but he could feel it. The way he ran his tongue over the sensitive head of his cock made his hips twitch and a surprising, pleasurable shudder run along his spine.

The last thing he was expecting was to be taken in; it never really occurred to him that he might get any sort of reciprocal pleasure out of this night. With the way Thompson was guiding him about, telling him what to do, he figured all that mattered was that the man got his money's worth. To be allowed something in return, to be given the same sort of treatment, Kane didn't know what to do. And there was no way he could just ignore the tongue gliding over his cock. His body was responding all on its own to the simple yet arousing stimulation. The hand that he used to support himself curled in the sheet beneath it, his eyes fluttering shut as heat seemed to blossom where Thompson's mouth made contact with his flesh. Never did he think he would have a guy treat him like this, let alone in this position. 

When he suddenly felt the man take all of him in, Kane moaned throatily. He just about forgot about his duty to do the same to Thompson, too distracted by the way the back of the man's throat felt when he swallowed him whole. Thompson, it seemed, didn't forget, and lightly nudged him with his hip. Kane stared down at the hard arousal still settled in his palm and tried to pick up where he left off. He teased the head with his tongue and took it past his lips, moving back and forth along the length. He could hardly keep the pace at which Thompson moved, though. It was simply too much.

It felt sinfully good to have the man take him into his mouth. His hands had even migrated from his hips to palm at his ass and thighs, teasing his flesh. Moaning around the bit of flesh upon his tongue was all Kane could to until he felt the quick rise of pressure in his sac. His muscles tensed as the feeling trailed through his body and came to the tip of his arousal. It took only seconds for his tolerance to break and he freed Thompson from his mouth just in time to clench his teeth as his climax hit him. Whimpering at the flood of emotion that coursed through him, the burst of heat and pleasure as he came, Kane dropped his forehead on the curve of Thompson's thigh to catch his breath and come to terms with the way Thompson swallowed him down, draining him dry as if he were sucking juice from a straw. 

When the man finally released him, a shudder raced up his back. It felt good, too good, and he shocked himself by how disappointed he was to be freed of the man's mouth. The hands on his thighs and ass were warm and their touch soft, almost petting. "Good boy," he heard Thompson say, and had to bite his tongue to fight the way the man's voice, husky and heavy with lust, made him feel. He didn't want to think what it might mean to enjoy how the man praised him, or how it could possibly affect him in the future. He still had half a million to his name, which meant that this wouldn't be the last time a man would touch him. Being treated so nicely now, Kane almost feared how it would askew his expectations for any future buyer who'd take him after. Not everyone was going to treat him like Thompson was now.

Pushing forward so that he wasn't still hovering over the man's face, he changed positions as Thompson sat up so that he could be maneuvered onto his back on the bed. Still a bit dazed, he didn't fight as Thompson climbed over him, hands planted on either side of his body. He simply looked up at him as the man spoke, "I had said that I would do what I could to keep from hurting you. But if I'd said that you'd also experience toe curling pleasure would you have believed me? It's something that's better demonstrated than told. The same will be true when we have sex." He slid one hand up over Kane's chest as he talked, his gaze holding Kane's. Kane didn't look away -- couldn't look away.

"At worst, you'll feel a bit weird. It's a brand new sensation. And it's one that you'll likely have never given much thought to experiencing. But I can do plenty to prepare your body so that it doesn't hurt when you've finally got something inside you." Thompson drew his thumb upward so that he could use it in conjunction with his index finger to pinch and softly pluck at Kane's nipple. "You haven't really got any other alternatives, as I'm sure you're aware. So what would be the harm in giving me a chance to prove it to you?" Without waiting for an answer, as he didn't want to give Kane too much time to over-think the matter, Thompson's hand left the boy's chest so that he could lean away from him and dig through the top drawer of the nightstand. Locating a small bottle of lubricant, he sat upright and held it up. "This is going to make the physics of what we're going to be doing a whole lot easier."

Setting the bottle down between Kane's legs for a moment, he  reached out toward the nightstand again to grab the semi-forgotten glass of wine. He took a small sip before holding it out to Kane. "And this," he offered quietly, "May help you from panicking too readily. It'll probably be a natural response to some of the things you'll feel. Again, it won't be pain... but you won't know what to do about the feelings. Won't know how to react to the sensations. And if you're too busy handling your body's natural fight or flight instinct we're bound to run into a few problems. So if you'd like a little drink or two to take the edge off that's fine by me." 

Kane stared at the glass of wine he hadn't yet touched. A bit befuddled, but finding himself wanting to trust the man's intuition, he pushed up to lean on one hand and took the wine from him. He slowly drank, letting the alcohol work through his system. It gave him a small, light buzz, not enough to hinder his judgment, but simply help him relax a little. Thompson took the glass from him when he finished, and Kane lowered back onto the bed with that same feeling of anxiety, though it wasn't quite so strong as before. He wanted to believe that Thompson would keep his word, and that this would not be the nightmare he feared it to turn into. 

Hooking a hand under one of Kane's thighs, Thompson narrated his actions as if to ease Kane's mind. "I'm going to kneel between your legs, but we're not going to just jump into things right away. You're going to start off pretty tense, so I'm going to help you relax. There's not going to be any sort of a rush to the finish line." Carefully pulling Kane's leg upward so that his knee was bent, Thompson shifted more toward the center of the bed and knelt between the boy's legs before sitting back on his heels. He reached for a pillow and placed it between their bodies, still verbally making it clear for Kane what he was doing, "I want you to lift your hips for me. I'll be sliding this under your ass. That's going to help me with my aim, which in turn is going to help you a great deal. Your hips are going to be at a better angle with something underneath you to prop them up."

Once Kane had elevated his hips far enough, Thompson tucked the pillow underneath him. He shifted closer so that his knees touched the edge of the pillow, and then settled back onto his heels again. Picking up the bottle, he popped the top to the lube and held it up so that Kane could see what he was doing. "I'll be using plenty of this while I work on getting you ready. It might be a bit messy, but using an ample amount will ensure better glide." Holding the bottle in his left hand, he liberally poured some over the fingertips of his right hand. Giving the slick liquid a chance to warm up, he said, "I'm only going to touch a little bit to start with. It's going to feel like it did when I had my tongue there. You and I are going to make sure you're breathing nice and steady before we even think of taking the next step forward."

After pressing his index, middle, and ring finger into the silky valley of Kane's buttocks, he lightly twisted his hand at the wrist to thoroughly spread the lube. Once Kane was coated rather evenly, Thompson redirected his fingers and began to softly rub them back and forth, occasionally brushing over Kane's tight hole. "Bring your knees up a little bit, and spread your legs wider. Close your eyes and focus on just keeping your breathing even and steady. Don't over-think the situation. I'm going to be moving at a snail's pace, so you don't have to worry about being suddenly taken. Just keep repeating that I'm not going to hurt you as you tell yourself to breathe. I know it feels strange. I know it may make you uncomfortable. But it's not painful, right? Nothing is causing you to physically hurt."

Taking a couple deep breaths, Kane turned his head slightly and commanded his mind to settle down. His focus slowly turned inward, where he paid attention only to how each little touch made him feel, as opposed to what they signified or were meant to built up to. If he pretended that there wasn't a debt hanging oer his head, that his partner wasn't somebody who had paid good money to fuck him, that this could possibly have been a consensual decision he made, then perhaps he could ride through it without putting any major stops on Thompson's progress.

He could feel the man's weight shift as he leaned forward, but didn't open his eyes. The breath he drew in was slightly deeper and louder than the one before it when he felt a tongue tease his nipple. It wasn't necessarily a sign that Kane was disapproving of the action, or that the shock was too much to handle, but rather because it left a little tingling sensation where they made contact. It took little effort to get that bundle of nerves to pinch and a pert bud to form for Thompson to play with. 

In addition to that, the hand that remained between his legs brushed over him in such a way that he couldn't possibly stay still for long. He tilted his hips, almost inviting that hand to give him a little more. He got past the initial feeling of befuddlement and steadied his breath again before pushing out with his muscles. Though Thompson had been more than clear about what he should do as he continued to instruct him, telling him to relax and gently push out so that he wouldn't clench up tight, he still didn't understand how it would work out. 

Kane soon figured it out when the man's finger all but dived into him in a single motion. Gasping, he almost immediately clamped down on the digit, the feeling of having something invade him in such a private and intimate area almost too much to handle. Yet the quick curl of Thompson's finger distracted him from that, causing his eyes to fly open. Even without the man saying anything, he certainly could feel a fiery sensation as the man pressed against some sort of secret spot inside him. It was like a magic button, and the more Thompson played with it, the more Kane's body blossomed with warm, electrifying pleasure. He almost couldn't process what the man said to him next, his words counting for little when the proof was in him. Trying to worm its way out. 

Reaching up with one hand, he curled it about the space by Thompson's arm so that his palm pressed at the corner of his shoulder blade. It was his anchor as he shifted to and fro, unable to remain immobile when something so inexplicably wonderful claimed him. He had managed not to clamp down like a vice around the man's finger as he started to move it in and out, but it still felt so snug and tight. Kane didn't think it could get any more snug than this; it was simply too fitted already. And delightfully so. "I-It's so tight," he stumbled over his own tongue. He looked up at the other man, his eyes sparked with surprise, though it was mild in comparison to the lust that was mounting within him.

Thompson's lips curved slowly as he met his gaze. "I know, pretty boy. I know it's tight. That's why we're going to work on loosening you up a lot more before we start using anything bigger than a finger or two," he soothed. "Just remember to keep breathing for me." 

He continued to thrust into and draw out of Kane's depths, keeping his finger only slightly crooked. Sporadically he provided Kane with another caress of his fingertip so that he could prompt a spiral burst of heat and awareness. But it was always in moderation so that he could keep Kane tethered to the moment rather than let him drift off and reach nirvana. When his finger slipped forward and back seamlessly for many consecutive turns, Thompson slowed the movements of his hand and wiggled his index finger against Kane's hole so that he could test the waters of introducing another into Kane's body. He quietly spoke, letting Kane know it was coming. "Another finger now. You'll feel yourself stretching a little bit. But at most, you'll feel a bit of an ache. There should be no pain. This particular part of your body is meant to widen farther than the width of my two fingers if necessary. You'll be able to handle this quite easily now."

He touched his lips to Kane's shoulder, holding him snugly as his fingers sank slowly into him. "Keeping breathing," he encouraged near Kane's ear. "You're almost there." Kane shuddered but he tried to stay relaxed. It was slightly uncomfortable, but it didn't necessarily hurt to have Thompson stretch him open. Two fingers, though wider in width than one, wasn't too bad. In time he was able to relax and accept the warmth and gentle friction as Thompson continued to move his fingers in and out of him. 

But when the third finger came, and Thompson once again encouraged him to breathe and remain calm, Kane found it somewhat harder than before to obey. It took him a little longer to get his muscles to stop spasming and his breathing to even out. In time, Thompson was able to sink all three digits in him, and stretch him wider. 

The feeling was not to last forever, though. Slowly, he pulled back, leaving Kane with an emptiness he couldn't quite understand, and whine daring to break past his lips. Thompson smirked down at him, clearly amused, and leaned back so that he could shift positions. "You've had some time to get accustomed to being stretched as far as you are so it shouldn't feel painful as long as I don't go too quickly. But since I'm not going to be moving very hard or fast you'll have more time to relax. More time to adjust to these new sensations." He tilted Kane's hips and drew his legs up so that he could better angle himself. Applying a layer of lube onto his own arousal, he placed his hands on Kane's hips and slowly guided himself toward that puckered hole. 

Kane was shocked by how much fuller and thicker Thompson's cock was. It was much different than having his fingers inside him. A little afraid, he looked up at the man apprehensively. Thompson's thumbs stroked his hips as if to assure him, but he didn't stop. While Kane was still relaxed enough to accept him, he continued forward until he buried himself to the hilt inside that tight body. Kane gasped loudly when he felt the tip of the man's cock hit him deep. He squirmed a little, shifting as if to find a more comfortable position, but all it did was make Thompson rub more deliciously against him. 

Thompson seemed to enjoy that because he gave a low, pleased groan. He leaned forward to adorn Kane with kisses along his chest, shoulder and neck, making his way up to his ear where he nibbled lightly and drew his tongue along the rim of the shell. When he sat up, he steadied his grip on Kane's hips and eased back slowly until he brushed the underside of his head against Kane's entrance before thrusting smoothly and deeply into him. He drew back again, and when he drew Kane closer, he thrust his hips forward to tease Kane from the inside out. 

The pace was moderate to begin with. But Thompson gradually sought to increase the fluid glide of their forms with each minute that elapsed. Kane, though initially startled by how deeply Thompson drove into him, found himself gasping quite pleasurable each time the man buried himself inside him. Whatever discomfort or awkwardness he had at first melted away into pure welcome and want as the man drew back before diving into him again and again. Even just this leisurely pace was enough to stir the fire that had started in the center of his body. 

With the gradual increasing pace, Kane found himself struggling with something new. It wasn't pain, nor was it really discomfort -- at least, not the kind that he distinctively felt before. His heart seemed to beat quicker with each passing second, turning up a notch in response to the way Thompson moved. And in echo of that, his own breath came quicker. He couldn't keep such long, measured breaths any longer, as if he were merely resting; he panted like a man who was fixing to run, the sequence getting shorter and shorter as the minutes flew by. 

At one point or another he couldn't even remain silent. The quiet gasps had built in sound, and the words that Kane could not express to describe how he felt were exchanged with sensual moans. His lips remained parted, his tongue sometimes peeking out to wet them. His eyes also sometimes fluttered shut when a particular thrust seemed to briefly short-circuit the wires in his head, forcing him to abuse the revive button. His eyes even rolled up to stare at the ceiling, not necessarily looking at it but simply using it as an anchor as he tried to wrap around the flood of sensations in his body, and as Thompson became more enthusiastic, they even went so far as to roll back into his head. At which point Kane could hardly control himself. 

His hands found purchase in the sheets and pillow near his head, and the fire that had begun so gentle and warm roared through him in such a hot, unbearable blaze. The only intelligible words that his tongue appeared capable of forming were simple ones, ranging from "Oh..." to "Ahh..." to even the questionable "Mmh... ha!" It was hard to tell if he still remained human, or was nothing more than a writhing mass of lust and pleasure. Sweeping his hand across the mattress for no particular reason but to simply move, since he was so limited in his motion, eventually it came up to touch Thompson's abdomen. Fingertips brushed over warm, naked skin, as Kane looked up at him with an expression that couldn't even properly describe his feelings. 

Pressure built in his core and wound its way down to the base of his body, the space between his legs. The muscles in his body coiled with tension, painfully sweet and desperately anticipated. Curling his fingers into a fist, Kane drew in a short, quick breath and closed his eyes before his endurance ran out. "Aanh--!" He tightened around Thompson reflexively, but then let go, his muscles pulsing approvingly at the feeling of being pushed over the edge and sent plummeting into the depths of forbidden pleasure. 

Thompson wasn't too far behind him. Briefly gritting his teeth, eyes drifting shut, the man pounded into Kane as a deep groan welled up and bubbled forth. Almost right on cue, he shuddered powerfully as an orgasm cut through him. His member seemed to swell marginally before he exploded deep inside of Kane. Feeling the man fill him up, Kane shuddered delightfully, the feeling so strange yet so sinfully good.

Thompson gave several more quick thrusts served to drain the last of his lusts, then slowed to roll his hips languidly. His chest rose and fell heavily as he worked to regain his breath, even while he still sampled the delights of Kane's tight form. But eventually he rolled to a stop, and Kane could take advantage of the moment to properly catch his breath. Thompson remained ensconced inside him as he leaned forward, touching the knuckles of his hands against the mattress. His breath still came heavily for a while, but once he was breathing evenly he sighed and pulled himself back upright.

He reached for Kane and circled his hands around his waist, bringing him up so that he once again sat in hs lap. Kane didn't struggle, nor did he find a reason to complain. Circling his arms around the man's shoulders, he settled comfortably in the man's lap as he leaned against him, feeling a bit like jelly in some places. He tilted his head when Thompson touched his mouth to his ear and murmured, "You were extraordinarily pleasing, pretty boy. You've done very well." 

And in a drowsy manner, he mumbled back, "I'm not a boy," as if now of all times was the perfect opportunity to finally complain about the man's way of addressing him. Thompson didn't seem to care because he just gave a small grunt of dismissal before he lightly took hold of the top curve of Kane's ear between his lips and teased the flesh with his tongue and nibbled lightly with his teeth. 

They remained joined like this as Thompson continued to lightly tease Kane's heated flesh, until finally he leaned back to allow a bit of space between them. Kane had gotten his heart to settle down a little by then, though his cheeks were dusted pink by a blush when he saw the way the man looked at him. It took him a moment to gather his wits and dared to ask him quietly, "Was I worth paying for?"

Thompson met his gaze quietly, his expression blank at first, but then his lips quirked into a faint smirk. "Were you? Do you think so?" He leaned in and slanted his mouth against Kane's. Though Kane had not prepared to be kissed by another man, by this point he really couldn't deny the man the privilege to have every last bit of him. He yielded when Thompson plunged his tongue into his mouth, and explored every inch of him. When they separated, the man added quietly, "You are... priceless. Perhaps there is something that can be done about that remaining debt over your head." 

Kane's eyes widened in surprise. He could hardly speak, could hardly think of a reply to that. He just gaped at Thompson as the man looked back at him with a slightly amused expression. Before he could get the chance to question on the meaning behind Thompson's words, the man interrupted, "Lay back. You're quite messy. I'm going to clean you up a little, and then you should rest. Today has been a busy day. Tomorrow will be even busier." 

Kane nodded and allowed himself to be eased onto his back again. He groaned softly as Thompson pulled out of him, the strong feeling of emptiness clawing at him. Thompson echoed his groan with one of his own, clearly reluctant to leave such a tight and pleasurable passage. He slid off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean himself up, before returning to Kane to wipe him up as well. He set a towel under his hips to catch any leaks, in case he hadn't been thorough enough. When all that was done, he came back into the bed and settled down next to Kane. 

Ever grateful to the impossible miracle that Thompson would do him such a grand favor, Kane turned to his side so that he could lean his head on the man's shoulder. He doubted he would see this man again, but for what he had done for him, for what he was about to do, Kane wanted to give him one last piece of service to make every penny worth it. Thompson glanced at him, but didn't comment, only pulled him closer. Kane snuggled by the man's side and listened to the sound of his heart beat against his chest before the tug of sleep finally got him. Tired from being stressed out about being put under Jack's thumb, tired from thinking about how he'd have to whore himself out to pay off his debt, tired from wondering what Thompson might have done to him if he was a crueler man, tired from being pounded into the mattress, Kane welcomed sleep wholeheartedly. There was nothing in the world he had to worry about now. Because tomorrow, he would be free.

Thank you, he mentally directed at Thompson as he drifted off to sleep. Thank you so much...