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Luka had given up on John ever getting out of the shower in time to leave him some hot water, so he stripped and dried off, then put on dry clothes. He'd shower later if they had the time. Then he laughed, thinking that now the two of them had nothing but time. Settling back on his bed, Luka began to watch tv. It was a good twenty minutes later when he heard the water stop and then five minutes after that, John stepped out of the bathroom, clad only in a towel.

"Your turn," John said as he walked over to his bed. Luka had already placed John's suitcase on top of the covers, so John didn't have to bend to pick it up.

"Thanks, but since I like hot water, I'll wait for later. Did you fall asleep or something?"

"Something," John answered with a grin. "If you would have showered with me there would have been plenty of hot water."

"If I would have showered with you, we'd still be in there," Luka replied.

John felt his heart soar a bit at that comment. Did that mean that Luka had not totally rejected him? Emboldened by Luka's comment and the pills he had taken just prior to his shower, John approached Luka's bed, stopping when he was just inches from Luka's side. Then he undid the towel, letting it drop to the floor. Even though he had masturbated in the shower, he had not let himself come, so his cock had only been half erect when he entered the bedroom. Now it was fully hard again.

"And that would have been a bad thing?" John asked, his voice husky with desire.

Luka closed his eyes, sighing deeply. Deep down inside he had known that at some point on this trip with John he would take him. He had known it the minute he had decided to bring his toys with him. But, Luka had thought he would be able to hold out longer than this.

Luka hadn't counted on John being so aggressive with his teasing. For months they had worked in the same place and John had never even winked at him or said anything to remind Luka of all they had experienced together. And now, all of a sudden, John was literally sticking it in his face, asking for it.

And Luka was more than ready to give it to him. With a low growl, he opened his eyes and grabbed John's cock, pulling him down onto the bed by it. Luka rolled on top of John, his grip firm on that beautiful cock, and he crushed his lips into John's, demanding entrance into John's mouth. And John readily let him in. He knew better than to deny Luka anything right now.

Luka broke off the kiss and stared into John's eyes. "You were asking for this."

"Yes. And more." John lowered his eyes to a spot on Luka's chest. "Are you willing to give it all to me, Luka?"

"I am." Luka was willing to test John's resolve. "The first thing you'll do is address me as 'sir' from now on, no matter where we are. Is that understood?"

John grinned. "Sir? Not 'Master'?"

"Shut up and just obey me," Luka said as he reclaimed that delicious mouth. He had missed kissing John. Hell, he missed doing a lot of things with and to John. Kissing was just one of many things.

Luka gently broke off the kiss and got to his feet. "On your belly with your arms and legs spread."

John rolled into position, giddy with pleasure and the knowledge of what Luka, 'sir', was going to do now. He had missed this so much. From the corner of his eye, he could see Luka stripping. It had been such a long time since he had last seen that magnificent body and John's mouth began to water at the sight.

Luka dumped his bag on the other bed, not caring if he made a mess. John would clean it up later. Selecting four lengths of rope, Luka quietly went about securing John to the bed, making sure that pillows were placed under John's hips, thereby thrusting his pale ass into the air. Luka ran a hand appreciatively over that ass, then placed a kiss on one cheek, feeling John tremble underneath his lips.

"Are the ropes too tight?" Luka asked.

"No, sir."

"It was very inconsiderate of you to use up all the hot water. It's an inconvenience to me and it's wasteful. The owner of this motel will have to pay a higher water bill because of you." Luka knelt on the bed and reached under John's hips, grabbing his cock and pulling it down so that it would rest against the pillows. He knew from experience that John's cock would swell even more as he was punished and he wanted to see it happen. The last time he had seen John's cock, Lydia held it in her hands as she threaded a catheter through the slit, making John cry out in pain. Luka had made John cry out in pain plenty of times, but that pain had always been tinged with pleasure. The pain that John felt on Valentine's Day had no pleasure associated with it.

Luka rubbed his thumb over the top of John's cock, noting with satisfaction that the pre-cum was already leaking from the tip. He toyed with the idea of binding John's cock and balls, make it more difficult for him to come. Luka rejected that idea for now. There would be plenty of time for that once they reached the cabin. Or even when they were ready to leave here. The image of John seated in the passenger seat of the Jeep, his slacks unzipped so that his bound cock could hang out, made Luka smile. Yes, he would definitely keep that in mind for when they got back on the road.

Luka left the bed and leaned over the other one to select a paddle -- he had a few to chose from. Some were polished wood on both sides, one was smooth on one side and the other side covered with a coarse sandpaper that was excellent for rubbing against the reddened skin of a sub. Yet another was padded on one side with velvet. Which at first would feel soothing to the sore skin, but then would burn just as much as the wood itself. That was the paddle he chose.

Taking a wide stance, Luka brought the paddle down hard on John's left butt cheek. John yelped in pain and surprise and his hips came up off the bed.

"I didn't give you permission to move, slut," Luka said, the words easily flowing as he roughly pushed John's butt down, then followed that sentence with another blow, this one to the right buttock. He surveyed his handiwork -- two perfectly matched patches of red. He wouldn't be satisfied until John's entire ass was red. But, there was no need to rush this. No need to deprive John of the pleasure that accompanied the pain. He ran his hand over the angry flesh, then slid it into the crack, following it to John's asshole, where he flicked his fingertip over the puckered opening. John's cock began to twitch.

Luka rained a few blows on him then, fast and furious, not giving John time to catch his breath between each drop of his hand. Now there were six impressions from the paddle. Six beautiful red marks that slightly overlapped each other. Luka walked into the bathroom, hoping to find hand cream. He was pleased to find some there in a dispenser, and he brought it out into the room, setting it on the nightstand between the beds. Having pumped out a generous amount into his palm, Luka smoothly applied it to John's ass, kneading the cool cream into his skin.

John was silently crying, even though this part at least didn't hurt. Well, it hadn't hurt when Luka first put the cream on him, but the kneading was beginning to hurt. And he was so hard. He could feel his cock hard against the soft fabric of the pillowcase, and he wanted to move his hips up and down so he could rub against the fabric and come. But, every time he tried to move like that, Luka would push him back down.

Suddenly, his ass was assaulted with more blows -- John thought he counted another six before he broke into loud sobs, and still Luka hit him. Then John felt a softness on his skin -- smooth and cool -- velvet. It felt good, but Luka didn't stop, he kept rubbing it over the skin and soon it became as unbearable as the paddling had been. John's mind dimly remembered this paddle because Luka had only used it on him twice before. He had forgotten how painful it could be. How joyously painful.

"Please stop." He cried out.

"Why? Your cock is obviously enjoying this,"

John knew that and didn't need to be reminded of what his body was doing. He let his body take over and his hips rose and descended. Luka chuckled, put on a condom and then climbed onto the bed. John was definitely ready if he was willing to hump the side of a pillow for release. He placed his cock against John's opening, then slid in. He stopped then, not to give John time to adjust to having his cock head in him, but to tease John. He wouldn't move further in until John begged him to do so.

John could feel the pressure from Luka's cock in his ass, but knew he wasn't all the way in. Not yet far enough to bring the most pleasure -- just this opening of him. He wanted more. Wanted to feel Luka all the way inside of him -- something he hadn't felt in such a long time. John wanted to be fucked again and again and again. He thought he could help, but his bonds kept him from moving his hips backward, kept him from impaling himself on Luka's cock, a cock he had grown to love in such a short time last year. And what a cock it was at about nine inches long and thick. John wished he was on his back so he could watch Luka thrust that cock into his ass. He loved seeing that. John moaned, wanting all of Luka in him. Damn it.

John whimpered from his frustration and he finally found his voice. "Please? sir, fuck me. Please fuck me."

"Do you really want this cock, John?"

"Oh, yes. I want it, sir. Fuck me.

"Do you want it hard, John?"

John nodded. "Hard and fast, sir. Please?"

"Anything to please you, John." Luka jutted his hips and pushed himself all the way in with one thrust, smiling as he heard John's grunt of pleasure as he was filled. Then the fucking began in earnest. Luka slammed hard against that red ass, slapping it from time to time, his own arousal heightened by John's cries of pain as skin met abused skin. Then he came, and as he came he pulled out and removed the condom so some of his come shot onto John's ass -- he loved seeing the white come against the red skin, and he smoothed it in with his hand. Then after throwing away the condom, Luka went to the head of the bed and maneuvered himself until he had John's head in his crotch.

"Clean me," he ordered and his heart soared when John's mouth immediately opened and took him in, licking and sucking him clean without protest. Satisfied that he was clean, Luka got up and untied John's hands. But he didn't release him. Instead he bound his wrists together, then secured them to the center rail in the headboard. Next he freed John's legs, then told him to roll over. As soon as John had done so, Luka spread those long legs once more, making sure the fluffy pillow was cushioning John's burning flesh.

Luka lightly stroked John's cock, making it twitch and ooze even more pre-cum. John had dripped buckets of it already, but Luka wasn't quite ready to let him gain release. Instead he played with the cock, flicking the head with his fingers, squeezing John's balls, softly, then hard, then soft again, noting John's responses to the stimuli, responses that were ever present in his memory. Cruel pinches of his nipples, then bites. Long suckling there while his left hand toyed with John's cock -- squeezing the head, using a fingernail to slash across the piss slit. Smearing the pre-cum all over the head. John began to beg for release, and Luka ignored his pleas.

"You'll come when I'm ready for you to come, and not before," he told him.

John looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please, sir?"

"Soon."

And Luka continued to play. He wondered what kinds of toys Mike had at the cabin -- Luka could remember some of what Mike had used in the past -- things he had used on John in some of the videos -- whips for the cock and tits. A special whip for the asshole. Nipple clamps. Weights. Sounds. Things that John obviously loved having used on his body. Without warning, Luka began to pump John and soon John was crying out as he came, his come erupting over Lukas' fist.

Then Luka brought his come drenched hand up to John's mouth and made him lick it clean. That sent shivers down John's spine and he was surprised that he didn't get hard again. If only they could stay here forever, he thought, then he would be happy.

Luka roughly kissed John, then pulled the covers up over their bodies. "Get some sleep. We both need it."

"Yes, sir." John listened as Luka's breathing slowed, then he let his mind take an inventory of his body. His ass was still sore from the paddling, but Luka was right that he had deserved it. His asshole was feeling tender from the rough fucking. It had been a long time since he had been with another man -- Luka had been the last person to enter him, and that had been nearly a year ago. But, it was a good tenderness. His nipples still hurt from where Luka had bitten them and the sheet rubbed against the raw skin of his body, creating a combined sensation of pleasure and pain. John wished he was free to curl up at Luka's side, but Luka had not untied him, so John had to settle for just being in the same bed with Luka. For now, that would do. Closing his eyes, John felt as if things would be okay for him. It was the first time in a long while that John had felt like that, and he knew it was all because Luka had decided to stop ignoring him. Things, *he*, would get better. John knew it.

The desire to curl up beside Luka was assauged when Luka rolled over and draped an arm and leg over John's body, snuggling against him. That left John wanting a cigarette. He hadn't wanted one since he had run from Mark's van, but now he wanted one desperately. Well, no sense losing sleep over something he couldn't have, John thought. He closed his eyes, praying that the images and nightmares wouldn't visit him tonight.


John drifted up into consciousness by being aware of a warm tongue lapping at one of his nipples. The air was cool against his skin, and the tongue would sever contact with his body long enough to let the cool air touch John's skin, making his nipple even more erect. As a hand skimmed his stomach, John could feel the blankets being lowered and then that hand covered his semi-erect cock. A gentle squeeze of his balls accompanied the feeling of his nipple being sucked hungrily by a hot and wonderful mouth. Then that mouth trailed kisses down his body, the tongue making a return appearance long enough to trace the scars that led to his pubic bone. Then that tongue lightly touched John's cock, and John couldn't help but lift his hips upward, wanting more contact than that. A chuckle from that area ran through his body -- it was a sound that John hadn't heard in such a long time -- the sound of his lover, his Master -- happy.

"So, tell me John," Luka's voice was deep this morning and his breath tickled John's lower belly. "Are you still a wanton little slut? How many men have there been since last June?"

"None." John replied, then he belatedly remembered to add "Sir."

"None? I find that hard to believe. You were everyone's slut before I met you. I was sure that you would return to your old ways once I set you free. An insatiable and wild fuck toy, eager to please anyone and everyone."

John felt stung by those remarks, but then, the truth often did hurt. He had been like that before he met Luka; ready, willing and able to do anything with anyone at a moment's notice. "When you took me, I didn't want anyone else, sir. I only wanted you. And just because you set me free, it didn't mean that I was willing to leave."

Luka could hear the truth in what John was telling him, and it made him pause. He had been sure that John would go back to the club and his old way of doing things, drifting from man to man, scene to scene. Eager to please. Eager to feel pain. Always the perfect slut. Luka hadn't been prepared to hear that John hadn't done that. That instead he had kept himself available for him and only him. All those lonely nights that Luka spent longing, a longing barely relieved by watching video tapes of John, had been in vain. He could have had the real thing if only he had known. But, there was still the issue of what had happened to cause him to set John free in the first place.

Luka didn't know what else to say to John, his mind was still assimilating what John had said. But his hands were certainly busy. John's body still responded quickly to stimuli, and Luka knew just what to do in order to create the most lovely sensations for John. His fingers trailed down John's cock and over his balls, then headed for his asshole. But they caught on something. Something that shouldn't be there, Luka thought. He shifted position and lifted John's balls out of the way to see that a ring pierced the skin between the balls and John's anus. It was a ring that Luka remembered well because he had been the one who had put it there the night he and John celebrated the signing of John's slave contract. It was to be the first of two rings, the second being one that Luka had intended for John's finger. A ring that matched one he had bought for himself. Rings that had never been worn and were still sitting in a box in his dresser.

Luka gently tugged on the ring. "You kept this."

"You gave it to me, sir. Of course I kept it."

"I don't remember seeing it back in February when you were undressed." Luka toyed with the ring, trying to remember if he had even looked at all of John's body that night. He had been intent on saving John's life, not intent on gazing upon a body he knew all too well.

"It was there. You have to actually lift my balls to see it." John paused while Luka let go of the ring, then looked, nodding, before lifting his balls to fondle them. John continued. "Guess it was a good thing you didn't want to pierce my nipples, huh? They would have gotten an eyeful then, wouldn't they?"

Luka laughed. "Lydia got more than an eyeful as it was. I still feel jealous when I think about her grasping your cock like this and putting a catheter in it. Who does this cock belong to?"

"You, sir."

"That's right. It's mine to use as I please." Luka ran his finger along the vein that ran up the underside of it, pleased when the cock twitched of its own accord. John's body remembered things all too well. "You neglected to address me properly, slut. You'll get a spanking for that before we get back on the road."

"Yes, sir," John replied. He was nearly in Heaven now that Luka was willing to resume his rightful place as his Master. Every fiber in John's being yearned to be claimed by Luka. Yearned to please him and to earn his praise. It was all John ever wanted from the first moment he had discovered BDSM and gay sex. Only he had not found the person he wanted it from. Mike had been a very capable teacher, and the host of other men he had acted as a sub for had been delightful. But none of them were able to strike the uneasy chord deep inside of his soul. Until a tall, dark and moody Croatian grabbed him by the chin and forced his head up so he could look him in the eyes. John was on his knees in the middle of Mike's living room the morning after being the show for the rest of the club and their guests. John had knelt there to wait to be claimed, his aching body telling him 'no more', but the rest of him saying that he had not yet had enough. And then that hand grabbed him and he felt a tremor run through his body, almost electric with its intensity. A shock that was redoubled when he looked into those hazel eyes. If John had thought he was lost before, he knew without a doubt that he had finally been found. Without a word, Luka had lifted him to his feet by his chin, then he picked up the leash that hung from the collar and led him to a bedroom where he spent all morning and most of the afternoon claiming him, body and soul. After that, there had been no other men for John unless Luka wanted it when they were at the club or play parties. They spent every free moment together, sometimes at John's apartment and sometimes on Luka's boat. But the time spent together was never long enough for John.

In Luka, John had found everything he had been desperately searching for. A person who was willing and able to punish him for the sins that he bore. All the people he had wronged, all the lies he had told -- Luka could avenge all that. And he did. When John felt the touch of Luka's hand slapping his ass, or felt the kiss of a whip wielded by Luka, then he felt peace. A peace he had never really found with all the other men. In Luka, John had found a lover who was there to take care of him. Someone to make the decisions that at times threatened to overwhelm John. He knew that as long as Luka was there, he could back down and let Luka take charge, and John backed down willingly.

Which is why he didn't understand it when on the night they were celebrating the signing of the slave contract, that Luka picked up the piece of paper and ripped it into shreds, then tossed it overboard before telling John to get off his boat and never come back. Luka had been upset that night, that dawn really, and John never could figure out just what it was that he had done wrong. The previous three weeks that he had spent with Luka had been wonderful and Luka had seemed very happy being with him. Even when they began the private celebration, Luka had looked and acted happy. But at dawn all that changed. Luka was withdrawn, angry. And it was such a frightening anger that Luka turned on John that morning. Frightening, yet tightly controlled. John had wanted to argue the point, find out what he had done wrong, even beg to stay if he had to. But the look in Luka's eyes told him that to do so would be courting disaster. And so he quickly dressed and left. But he never really left Luka. The piece of paper that the slave contract had been written upon might have been destroyed, but in John's heart it had never been nullified.

And now Luka seemed willing to take up where that night had left off before the horrible dawning of the sun. John knew that he had to be sure to do everything right this time so he wouldn't make Luka drive him away again. He knew that if it happened again, then he wouldn't be able to survive it. That last shred of hope that Luka could make his life all right once more was all that John had left to him.

Luka suddenly got to his feet and began to untie the ropes that held John to the bed. "It's time for my shower. I want you to wash me." Luka walked into the bathroom and John had no choice but to follow. He slowly got off the bed and followed Luka there. Luka was leaning against the sink.

"Start my water."

John squatted down to turn on the faucet, having learned that bending wasn't always a good idea. Especially the first thing in the morning. "How hot do you want it, sir?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at Luka.

"You don't remember?"

"No, sir. I'm sorry, sir."

Luka smiled. "That's okay. I'll let it go *this* time. But from now on I expect you to remember."

"Yes, sir." John tested the water and decided it was hot enough. He turned on the shower and pulled the curtain closed, then slowly stood. "It's ready, sir."

"Good. Get in." Luka let John get in first, then stepped into the tub behind him. "Wash my hair first," Luka ordered. As John poured shampoo into his hand, Luka took advantage of the fact that John's hands were occupied and he began to pull at his nipples, turning them into hard little nubs of pleasure. John's cock was hard again, but Luka decided to ignore that for now. The cock ring that he had in his bag was the kind that snapped closed around the base of the cock and balls, so it wasn't imperative that John be flaccid to put it on. It might be a tight fit as long as John was hard, but that was John's problem, not his. As if a little pain had ever bothered John.

Luka let John maneuver him under the shower spray to rinse his hair. Then, without being told, John grabbed the soap and lathered Luka's body, then rubbed him all over with the wash cloth before rinsing all the soap off.

"Your turn to shower," Luka said as he stepped out of the tub. "I'll be back to make sure you have all you need to get *fully* clean."

John nodded, then began to wash his hair. He knew that Luka was trying to find something for him to use as an enema, but he hadn't seen anything like that on the bed after Luka dumped his toy bag out. John couldn't keep from grinning as he thought about what he had seen on the other bed. He was very much looking forward to reaching Mike's cabin and having Luka all to himself.

The shower curtain parted and Luka stepped back into the tub. John saw that he had a turkey baster in his hand and he grinned. Luka had always used that to insert extra lube, but John supposed that water would work equally as well.

"I know I used to let you take care of this on your own, and you'll go back to doing that once we reach the cabin, but I don't think you should try to use this by yourself." Luka had already filled the baster with warm water and lubed the tip. "Bend over as far as you comfortably can."

John did as instructed, then felt the slow intrusion of the instrument. Luka didn't insert it far before he squeezed the water out of it, then refilled it. John slowly felt his belly distending as it was filled with water and he let Luka know he was full.

"Hold it in while you finish showering," Luka ordered, then he stepped out of the tub once more. This time he dried off and dressed while John finished up in the shower. When Luka heard the water cut off he went back into the bathroom.

"Dry off and then you can take care of the enema. I want to do it at least twice more, so don't get dressed yet."

"Yes, sir." John replied. He dried off under Luka's watchful gaze, his gut aching to be emptied. He hoped that Luka wasn't planning on staying in there while he used the toilet. "Um, I'm dry now, sir." John said, hoping Luka would take the hint.

Luka nodded. "I'll be just outside the door. Call me when you're done."

"Yes, sir."

Luka closed the door, then smiled at John's shyness over something as simple as expelling water from his body. He certainly had never been shy at doing other things in front of others, even strangers. When John called for him, Luka went back in. It took three more enemas before Luka was satisfied that John was completely cleansed. He then instructed John to thoroughly clean the baster and then join him in the room.

To be continued...
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