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So, this is my first submission, a work of fiction created by my wife. I would like everyone reading to leave a comment or two for her. I, myself, do not write, so anything submitted by me will be done by her unless 'specificated' (I know that's not a word. I like to make my own up [Which is why I don't write >>]). As far as the tags go, I may have missed some. Like-said... first time.

Disclaimer: If you shouldn't be reading this because you are underage or you are turned off by male on male butt-secks, leave. Why are you even looking in the M/M section anyways!?

Obsession and Devotion: A New Beginning

It had, thus far, seemed nigh impossible for Michael to ignore that figure. There were hundreds of faces in the club right now, and only one of them had the dancer's eye. The music filled him as it always did, the one and only drug that did anything for him. His body writhed in the air, grinding up against the fake cage he was in. Every inch of him, most of which were bare, was covered in shimmering sweat. He wore only black leather shorts that were long enough to barely cover his sculpted rear and keep his package teasingly out of sight... but otherwise, they left almost nothing to the imagination. A black leather collar also adorned his neck. But that was it for clothing.

The crowd was roaring and pulsing, alive with the music that vibrated through each and every one of them. Michael had worked here for years and was easily one of the club's top attractions. His body moved in ways that mesmerized the eye and tempted the soul to do things it knew it shouldn't. As it did now. He was in one of three cages attached to the walls, the other two of which were larger and occupied by two more dancers each. Michael was alone, simply because he didn't need a partner. His hips rocked and his fingers slid over the flat, toned expanse of his abdomen and chest, his body grinding against the bars that "confined" him, all while his blue eyes stayed on one particular face in the crowd.

Black hair, and eyes not far from that same color... eyes that made Michael's knees weaken if he stared at them too long. He knew, because he'd tried. The man was beautiful in a dangerous kind of way, tall and slender without looking lanky and weak. To the contrary, he looked unequivocally powerful as he sat there at the bar... enough so that Michael noticed most people kept their distance from him, however subconsciously.

It was a Friday, and Fridays were always the most interesting here. The dancers had the option of leaving their cages and moving into the crowd to choose someone for the night. Whomever they chose could either take their leash or leave it... but there was only one shot. One person that they could approach and be either accepted or rejected by.

The shapeshifter had no question of who he would be approaching. The man had come in here several times, but not on a Friday. Not when he'd be presenting Michael with this exciting opportunity merely by showing up on the right day.

Once the cue was given, all three of the cage doors opened to allow out their prisoners. Michael slipped out of his while picking up the leash that lay on the floor of it, clipping the hook to the D-ring of his collar and putting the other end in his mouth. He then got down, on his hands and knees, and literally crawled through the throng of people. It wasn't required that he crawl, and all the other dancers were walking, but Michael was good at what he did. His position pushed his ass into the air and offered a wonderful view, forcing the eye to the glistening muscles of his back and arms. People moved out of his way to watch as he crawled right up to the black haired man at the bar, right up to his feet, at which point he rose only to his knees, offering the leash to him.

The male gave him the most wolfish of grins, and if there was any confusion in him, he hid it well. Michael's heart was pounding away in his own ears, beating away at his ribcage while he waited for the response to his advances. The leather between his teeth was new and still hard, not yet broken in and malleable from use. Being in this guy's mere presence made Michael feel that he was right where he belonged, on his knees at his feet. The man let him sit there, below all of those staring eyes, for a solid few minutes before he finally reached forward and took the leash from Michael's mouth. Some people cheered and others groaned or growled for jealousy.

"What now?" the man asked him.

Michael grinned up at him, sure of himself where most submissives were not. "I'm yours for the night," he said, "So... whatever you want."

That caused another wolfish, predatory smile to rise to the man's lips... one that forced Michael to question if he had any idea what he'd gotten himself into by approaching this guy. He knew the answer to that already, and it enthralled him even more.

"Just for the night, huh?" the man asked, "We'll see about that. Lets get out of here."

At that, Michael made to stand up in order to walk with him out of the club, but the man turned and looked at him with raised eyebrows, grinned, and shook his head. Blinking, Michael moved back down onto all fours... to crawl out, instead. And he seemed satisfied with that. So Michael crawled at his feet, past everyone else's in the audience, his pert, round ass swaying. He could feel the eyes on him as he was led out by his leash, as though he were an actual pet.

The embarrassment and submission it caused him caused his gut to twist and his cock to twitch inside of those short little leather shorts.

The man allowed him to walk once they got to the parking lot, as the surface was gravel and would've hurt his hands and knees, but he didn't let go of the leash until it came time for Michael to get in his car with him. His heart was pounding in his chest. He hesitated for a moment with his hand on the Mustang's door handle, then pulled it and opened the door, slipping inside to sit in the passenger seat. The car roared to life and they were off.

The man brought him back to a pretty nice apartment, though without much superfluous décor and pictures of only one person. "Who's that?" Michael asked him. He didn't figure it was his boyfriend, because if the guy had a boyfriend, he didn't figure he'd be bringing other guys home with him so easily.

After locking the door and turning around, the man looked at the picture Michael was referring to. "Someone very special to me that died a few years ago. What's your name?"

The question came abruptly, closing the previous subject rather finally. So, Michael let it be closed. "Michael... Michael Keats," he answered, paused, and then asked, "What's yours?"

The man grinned again and shook his head. "You haven't earned it yet," he said.

Michael raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. "I just crawled out after you in the middle of a club, and I haven't earned your name?"

"You crawled out after me without any assumption that you would be earning anything... you did it because I told you not to stand. I will tell you my name if and when you earn it." A pause, and then he continued. "So... I get to take you home for the night. And do what?"

Michael bit down on his lip and wrapped his arms around his bare abdomen... still wearing nothing but those shorts and that collar. "I think you can figure that out if you don't already know..."

"Sex?"

Michael nodded.

"How do you know I'm not some crazy psychopath and didn't just bring you here to slit your throat open?"

The image was a little vivid, and Michael flinched a bit, but not much. He covered it with a shrug. "I guess I enjoy a bit of risk."

"You mean you're a whore."

Raising his eyebrows, the shapeshifter shook his head a bit. This guy was pretty bold. "Actually," he said, "I'm a virgin. At least, so far as you're concerned." True enough, he'd never had sex with a man... and only with less than a handful of women.

There was a long pause, during which the man seemed to regard him. Michael could feel his eyes trying to pierce his own. Michael's eyes didn't meet his, instead staying somewhere around his nose. "You're lying," he finally said, "You're way too attractive for someone to have not taken you home with them already."

Michael shook his head. "I don't have to approach anyone with my leash... and I never have done it before I did you tonight."

"And why me?"

Michael's face flushed red and he brushed his hair out of his face. He needed a haircut. It kept falling into his eyes. "I couldn't... couldn't resist you. Every time I looked back at the crowd, my eyes searched for you without me even consciously knowing it. I'm very... drawn to you."

"And, judging by the collar, you're a submissive," the man said, apparently unphased by the subtle flattery that he'd just received.

"I could just be playing the part," Michael offered, looking back up at his face.

"You haven't locked eyes with me even once, and you didn't even so much as flinch when I made you crawl, much less from the humiliation it must have caused you. Based on that, you're not only a submissive, but you thrive as one."

This guy could read him like a book. Like a picture book, one with diagrams. Michael couldn't keep the blush from his face again... and he was still fighting the very odd, instinctive urge to drop to his knees and stay there. He'd never had that urge before... not right off the bat. "Guilty," he answered, "Don't ask me why... always have been that way."

"Are you clean?" came the next inquiry.

"I think you know the answer to that too." Michael could smell the lycan and the shapeshifter in this man... he would know that as another shapeshifter, Michael is immune to pretty much any illness, virus, or disease. "So what can I call you?"

"Sir, for now," the man said, without missing a beat. He paused again then, and Michael could feel those dark eyes taking him in, regarding him, calculating his options. "Drop your arms," he said finally.

Michael obeyed, noticing the already growing bulge in the man's pants. It made his heart beat a little faster... and then still faster as his dominant for the night started circling him, slowly, viewing every bared inch offered to him by the scant clothing. The boy jerked a little bit when he suddenly felt warm fingers tracing over his back and he closed his eyes, the touch causing his body to crawl with gooseflesh. He thrived on touch, had always been sensitive to it. The male came around his front and the entire time he circled, his fingers traced over Michael's flawless, unscarred flesh, feeling out the visible perfection that stood before him.

Only when he came back around to face him completely did he speak again. "How old are you?" he asked.

"Twenty-one," Michael responded. Those tight shorts were bulging at the front too, just like the man's jeans. Just as Michael was praying that the man didn't pick up on it, he saw him grin and move closer... until Michael could feel his warm breath against his face. He also felt his hand dip down and a single one of his digits trace around the bulge in his shorts. That caused Michael to suck in a quick breath and squirm a little. With a chuckle, the man tugged at the shorts.

"Take these off," he said. He didn't have to add a tone of command to make it a command. That alone, the idea that this man radiated control and dominance so easily, without even trying, made Michael want to obey even more. And he did obey, without much reluctance to be had, sliding his thumbs inside the band of his shorts and pushing them down. Just before he bent down to push them off the rest of the way, he turned around in a bold effort to tease the man with the viewing of his bare ass while he bent over to pull the shorts off his ankles. Footsteps warned him the man was coming closer, just before he felt two warm fingers running down the crease of his ass, and down toward his balls. Again, Michael closed his eyes and tried hard not to squirm.

"You really are unbelievably sexy," the man said, just as he gave Michael's balls a squeeze. Michael groaned in response, opening his mouth to respond in kind, only to be effectively shut up by feeling the man's strong fingers wrapping around his dick, which had swollen considerably since its revealing. "Nice cock, too... this is going to be an interesting night... are you gay, Michael?"

The submissive groaned again as the man's fingers squeezed and stroked. "I think I probably am now, Sir," he answered. He still hadn't straightened from bending over. His hands rested on his knees as the man groped and fondled him. He heard the man laugh, which made him smile a little bit and relax. Somehow, the laughing made the man seem more human and less... godlike.

"Have you ever done anything at all with a male?" came the next question.

Michael could feel one of his hands come to rest on one of his hips, and the thumb on the other hand rubbing against his hole, adding pressure. A small whimper left his lips in response to unfamiliar pleasure that the sensations were giving him. "Um... yeah, once..." he said, trying not to stammer, "I went down on him for a little while."

"Did he get off?"

Michael nodded, relieved once those digits were removed and he was allowed to straighten himself. "Yeah... yeah, he did."

"So you have a good mouth then?"

Michael knew where this was going. Indeed, as the man spoke, his fingers were working the button of his jeans off, then pulling the zipper down. So, Michael nodded. "I'd like to think so, even though I only did it the once."

The guy pushed his jeans down, displaying the fact that he wore nothing underneath them. The cock that was revealed was already quite hard, and it made Michael feel like gagging just by the sight of it. It was huge. Obviously, the man saw the reaction on Michael's face, because he laughed again. "Intimidated?"

Blushing, Michael nodded again. "Yeah... that's... um... that's pretty huge."

"Well, lets see how good that mouth is."

The hint was taken, and Michael dropped down onto his knees which, in this man's presence, seemed much easier to do than to remain standing before him. It put him face to face with that monster of a cock, and he rose his right hand to curl around the shaft. It felt thick and heated in his fingers, and he could feel the man's throbbing pulse in every inch of it. Leaning forward, he opened his mouth and took it in, running his tongue across the length of it while working the inches in one by one, sucking them down. He heard a groan come from up above, which only urged him to do better. His mouth engulfed that cock and sucked down deep on it, and his tongue rubbed up against the underside and tormented the head.

Without warning, he felt a large hand press against the back of his head, forcing it down... driving that thick cock down into his throat. He didn't resist, and soon found his mouth at the very base of that enormous shaft and his airway blocked. He choked on it and gagged, feeling that hand holding him in place. Rather than panic, the control he was exerting only caused his cock to swell even more. Be that as it may, he couldn't help but squirm at the man's feet. Only after a minute did the male release him and Michael pulled back quickly, gasping for a few seconds, saliva dripping from the head of the man's cock.

"Gaige," the man said, rather suddenly.

Michael looked up at him and blinked, wiping the saliva from his mouth. "Come again?"

"My name," he explained, "Its Gaige. Dominic, actually, but you're not going to call me that. Nobody calls me that. Understood?"

Michael nodded, leaning in and licking over the head of Gaige's cock, suckling the head into his mouth again. Another groan left Gaige's lips and Michael smiled, tipping his head down to lick at his balls, suckling them into his mouth. "So...," he said, pausing his activities to talk, "am I calling you Gaige, or Sir?"

Gaige didn't answer immediately, and Michael looked up at him to see why. Gaige was staring down at him with a smile on his face. "Whichever one suits you," he said, "Though I think I know which one you're going to pick." Another pause, and then he spoke again, stepping away from the collared boy's mouth. He then pointed to a room down the hallway. "Go into that room right there. And don't stand up to do it." That last was added as, again, Michael made to stand up in order to relocate.

Michael flushed red. "Yes, sir," he answered with a small smile. Turning around, he got down on his hands and knees and started to crawl again toward the room. Gaige walked behind him, and Michael felt those dark eyes on him... Gaige was watching the show from behind, following after him. Swelling with pride, Michael added a little bit of sway to his crawling, letting his ass move and give his Dom something to watch.

Once they entered the room, Michael sat back against his heels again and waited for the next command, which didn't take long to arrive at all. He felt Gaige's fingers brush over the back of his neck, causing him to purr.

"Get on the bed," he said, "On hands and knees, and put that pretty ass in the air for me. Spread your knees."

Knowing what was coming made Michael's heart jump up to an entirely new tempo, several beats faster than it had already been going. Did he want to be taken by this man? There was no such question in his mind at all. Everything about Gaige attracted him, from the way he held himself to the effortless control and power in his voice, to the way those dark eyes felt looking down on him. Claiming, possessing.

Biting his lip, Michael obeyed. He climbed onto the bed as he was told and remained on his hands and knees, but he lowered his head down onto the mattress so that his ass would raise up in the air as specified. He heard Gaige shuffling around in the room, opening a drawer and then shutting it after he retrieved whatever he'd been after. Then he felt Gaige right behind him, between his spread knees.

"So you really are a virgin?" he asked, opening some kind of container that Michael couldn't see.

Michael nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Mm. Then this is going to hurt for a couple of minutes... just a warning." Those last syllables had hardly lifted off of Gaige's tongue before Michael felt two slickly lubricated digits pressing against his hole, forcing their way gently inside. "You sure you're okay with this?"

Trying not to whimper or squirm, the shapeshifter closed his eyes. "Does it matter?"

He heard Gaige laugh. "Right now, it does," he said, "I'm not going to rape you. But, if you agree, I'm in control, and your opinions cease to matter unless I ask for them. So, I ask again... are you okay with this?"

Michael swallowed hard. His mind was telling him that he should be offended by such bold comments... it also told him that he simply wasn't. It told him that he was turned on by them. His aching, unattended cock was telling him the same thing. "More than okay," he answered finally.

He heard the grin in Gaige's answer. "Good," he said, then pushed those two digits all the way in up to the third knuckle. Michael groaned, unable to keep himself silent, but he had a feeling Gaige wouldn't really mind. It hurt, being stretched like that. He kept trying not to squirm, but it got even harder as Gaige added another finger... then another after it. Gritting his teeth, Michael's fingers clenched around the covers.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Stretching you," Gaige answered, "There's no way in hell you can take me without some preparation, and I don't really feel like tearing you."

"Feel like?"

"Quiet, Michael."

That shut him up rather effectively. Gaige twisted his fingers in his hole and he couldn't help but whimper in response, feeling violated and even a little humiliated, his ass in the air for this man to use without so much as a word of protest. Too late now. Those feelings urged him, made him feel even smaller. All at the hands of this man... Michael had no idea whether or not Gaige knew what he was doing to him.

A hard slap to his ass, more sudden than harsh, made him yelp as Gaige finally withdrew his fingers from his pucker. His skin burned from the open-palmed blow, and he heard the man lubing up that monstrous cock of his. "Are you ready?" Gaige asked him.

"Yeah..."

"Excuse me?"

"Yes, sir."

"No you're not, but that's fine," The head of that fat cock pressed against his sore asshole, and it was all Michael could do not to pull forward a little bit away from it. He must have, even just a little bit, though, because he felt Gaige's left hand grab his hip and pull him back onto that cock. Gaige then pushed forward, slowly, driving that shaft inch by agonizing inch into the submissive's inexperienced hole. Michael growled and whimpered in the same breath, fingers clenching into a tighter fist around the covers, feeling his insides stretch more and more with each inch introduced into him.

"You okay?" he heard Gaige ask, once he was about halfway in. Michael felt the man's fingers gently stroking the small of his back, which made him purr even above the pain. He nodded his silent answer and even pushed back a little against the violating shaft, which made Gaige chuckle.

"I guess so," he assumed, then started pushing in again. His hands took hold of Michael's hips and pulled him back into his thrust. Michael groaned and pressed his face against the bed as inch by inch Gaige stretched and spread him, forcing his insides to spread and give way for him. A few more inches, and then Gaige abruptly shoved the rest in. The force rammed that hot, throbbing spire into Michael's prostate, and he gasped in unexpected new pleasure that made Gaige laugh at him again. He was buried balls deep in the boy now, peering down at the delicious, rounded perfection that he had just claimed.

He gave Michael about two minutes to adjust, only working him with small, short thrusts into that tight little hole, before those thrusts started growing in length and force, slowly but surely. Michael was feeling wonderfully violated, and he groaned with each one of those thrusts, teeth baring against the steadily dying pain. That this God of a stranger was taking him, and for his first time, did not seem wrong to the feline at all. To the contrary, he felt he was made to please this man. The taut muscles of his body tensed as Gaige started to drill him, and with every moan and grunt that came from the dominant's lips, Michael swelled with pride in the idea that he was causing that pleasure. He groaned himself from those thrusts, feeling that enormous dick reaming him from behind and giving his virgin prostate a proper first pounding. The lewd slapping sounds of hips and thighs against ass only added to the dirty, sexually charged atmosphere of the room.

Abruptly, Gaige pulled out of him, and he felt himself being pushed over onto his back and pulled to the edge of the bed. Since he wasn't likely to argue with this man, and wasn't sure he'd get much of anywhere if he did, he tried to anticipate what he wanted and moved himself. He rested his ass on the edge of the bed, and his heels there as well, legs spread wide for the new position. Gaige didn't waste any time as he came between Michael's legs and immediately shoved his fat, impossibly hard cock right back home. Leaning over Michael, he used one hand on the bed by Michael's side to hold him up, and the other hand to wrap around the feline's cock, pumping it in time with his hard, pounding thrusts. Michael gasped and moaned in pleasure as those strong fingers curled around his shaft, back arching in response to every thrust. He saw Gaige watching his body move and hoped silently that the mere sight of him would please him.

"God, you're fucking sexy," came Gaige's pleasure-laden confirmation of that hope, "How the hell has nobody taken you before?"

Michael was almost unable to talk for pleasure, but he forced himself to answer. "Seems I was saving myself for you," he said. It sounded corny and hokey, but he sure as hell felt it was true. He didn't think he would allow anyone but Gaige to do this, whether or not the man wanted anything to do with him after this.

Suddenly, as those thrusts were growing even faster and more furious, and Michael's body was jerking in response to them, he watched as Gaige leaned down closer to him and soon felt his lips claimed by those of his Dominant's. The kiss was as hard and passionate as those thrusts were, and Michael parted his lips obediently for Gaige's probing tongue. He sucked on it and caressed it with his own, his hands moving down to grasp at Gaige's hips. As suddenly as the kiss had started, though, Gaige ended it, pulling back up and straightening himself, so that he was vertical while Michael remained horizontal and impaled. With a growl that sounded entirely inhuman, Gaige quickened his pace even more until Michael could hardly tell the difference between in and out and only felt the brutal, blindingly pleasing ramming of his prostate being abused.

The tightening, mind numbing feeling of orgasm was pushing at him, and Gaige pumping his cock like he was wasn't helping matters at all. Moaning for him again, Michael shut his eyes tight, trying to make himself wait.

"Don't you cum until you beg," Gaige said, as though reading either his mind or his body language, "Got me?"

Michael whimpered at him. "You're horrible."

"Got me?"

That last was said with an added commanding push that made Michael bite his lip. "Yes, sir," he answered, the "sir" punctuated with a deep, abrupt moan caused by yet another one of those vicious thrusts.

"Mmmm... I'm gonna fill your pretty ass up with every drop of my load, you know that?" Gaige said to him, "And I'll be the first. You'll be mine."

Michael had a feeling he was just talking to push him closer and closer to orgasm... which was working. The bastard. Michael squirmed underneath him and groaned again, every single torturous pull on his cock only adding to the tormenting, mounting pleasure Gaige was filling his ass with. "Shit... please... I need to cum..."

Gaige was getting close too. He could see it in the man's face. "That the best you can do? I doubt it. You were born to beg."

Whimpering again, Michael's body arched off the bed, and Gaige's hands neglected the feline's cock and instead moved to the boy's hips, grasping them and using them as leverage to drill him even harder, which Michael didn't think was possible. His mind was ablaze with white-hot pleasure that was quickly mounting to something he wouldn't be able to stop. "Please... oh fuck... please, sir... please let me cum..." He swallowed, feeling entirely dirty and used... even whoreish, begging this man for the mind-blowing orgasm that Gaige himself had made imminent. "God... please, sir... I want so badly to please you and take your load... please let me cum for you!"

"That's more like it," came Gaige's answer. He leaned down and kissed Michael again, hard, dominating, and claiming. He pulled back, and kissed Michael's ear, biting down on it, then doing the same thing to his throat. The biting only drove Michael more wild and he bared his teeth, gasping as Gaige's sank into his flesh.

"Cum," he heard Gaige breathe into his ear.

Blinding, white hot, mind blowing pleasure ripped through Michael's body with a force and power that no tidal wave could rival. His back arched up off the mattress, his mouth opened in a deep, guttural moan that tore itself from his chest as sticky, thick strands of white seed exploded from the head of his aching cock and landed across his chest, as far up as his shoulder. Gaige only slammed into him harder during his orgasm and soon went off himself, set off by Michael's insides clamping down around his cock. The moan that left the man amidst gasps of pleasure made Michael open his eyes to look up at him as he came, and he felt the hot spray of an enormous load filling his bowels. It was a deliciously used feeling, and everything about Michael was absolutely prided that Gaige found him worthy to take his seed. He groaned as the man filled him, breathing hard, both of them covered in a glistening sheen of sweat and lust.

Slowly, and almost reluctantly, Gaige pulled out of him. It left him feeling empty and incomplete. Gaige looked down at his used and abused hole filled with cum and grinned, rubbing it, which made Michael jerk.

"Come down here and clean me up," came the command, accompanied by Gaige gesturing to his cum-covered cock. Obediently, Michael slid off the bed and sank down onto his knees, resting his hands on Gaige's hips and starting to lick clean his dick, bathing it with his tongue and soon surrounding it with his mouth, suckling all the moisture from it. Gaige's cream tasted delicious to him, though the lube and the taste of his ass didn't so much, but he was perfectly willing to ignore that, and did. Once he had cleaned off his cock, he licked the man's balls clean too, then sat back on his heels, remaining on his knees.

Gaige looked down at him and grinned, obviously viewing the cum on the boy's chest. "Seems you enjoyed that," he said, reaching down and collecting the seed onto his finger. He then pressed that digit to Michael's mouth, and the boy sucked it clean as well. "And you're awfully eager to please..." Michael watched him move over to the bed and slide onto it, and soon heard him pat the side of it. More than happy to accept that invitation and very surprised that he got it, Michael quickly climbed onto the bed and moved over beside the man, curling up on the bed against him. He felt Gaige wrap an arm around his lower back, and purred to him.

Evidently the purring got his attention. "You must be some kind of cat," he said.

That confused Michael a little bit, and he had to think about what he might be talking about. "Oh, my second form... yeah. A jaguar."

"Ooh. I got myself a kitty."

Blushing, Michael smiled a bit and nodded. Elements in Gaige's scent told Michael canine... and lycan. "You're a werewolf..."

"And a wolf," Gaige answered, "Long story. That a problem?"

Michael shook his head without hesitation. Something Gaige said only seconds ago caught his attention. "Are you claiming me?"

"Do you want me to?"

Again, with even less hesitation, Michael nodded.

"As a Master? I can be a real asshole... I've had one pet before and I don't react well at all to disobedience. Disobedience begets violence from me."

"I want to please you," Michael said simply, "I have this incredible urge that I've never had with anyone else to just... submit to you and please you and serve you. I feel like if I fail in that somehow, I deserve to pay for it."

He felt Gaige's eyes on him again, those dark, penetrating orbs that he couldn't make himself look directly at. Instead, he nuzzled the man's jaw. Telling Gaige that made him feel entirely vulnerable and open... and a little embarrassed that, though he just met this man, he so strongly desired to belong to him completely.

"Alright," Gaige finally said, after what felt like several years to Michael, "Alright. We'll see how it works out. You're too fucking hot for me to say no to anyway, and you do seem like you want it. So... we'll see how it goes."

Michael's insides twisted with sudden excitement and thrill, and he tried not to grin too much. "Thanks for the chance," he said, earnestly. He felt Gaige reach up and run his fingers over the collar that was still around Michael's neck.

"This'll do for now. If it works out, I'll give you one of my own."

"Do I still call you 'sir', or...?"

"Master."

The magic word. Again, Michael tried not to grin too much. He felt as though he might actually be vibrating with happiness already, and he didn't want Gaige to think he was desperate or something. "Yes, Master," he said, pressing a kiss to his chest. He was feeling all kinds of things... excitement, nervousness, anxiety, completeness, contentedness... he didn't know what to do with most of them. This opened up an entirely new chapter in his world that he was more than enthralled to explore with this man.

I (being the husband) role-play Gaige, and my wife role-plays Michael. This story is the way they met and how they became what they are. Provided that enough people want to see more, I'll be encouraging her to continue to write, but I need support from the readers. Let me know.... No. Better yet! Let HER know that you want to see more stories by commenting on this one and saying so! We have a lot more installments to put up here!