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.Before he fell asleep.And in the shower.Twice.He desperately tried to shut out those images -- too short jacket -- and reached out and hugged Mischa.Mischa hugged him right back in a bear hug, and Tom felt some of his nerves disappear.At least Mischa was happy to see him, too.“Had a nice week?” Mischa reached over and grabbed Tom’s bag, walking them to his car.“Yeah, not too bad.A bit busy.” Tom had wanted to prepare for next week’s classes and get some work done on his thesis so he could take time off this weekend without stressing over it.“Yeah? I’ve had a really quiet week; not much happening in the market these days.” They got into the car.“Of course, I spent a lot of time making plans for this weekend.How is your ass, by the way?”“Are you going to ask me that here? In your car?” Tom didn’t sound like a shocked old maid.Definitely not.“Sure.I closed the door first, didn’t I? So, have you been sore?” Oh, Mischa enjoyed this way too much.“Hell, yes.” Tom couldn’t help but laugh; Mischa’s joy was contagious.“I had a lot of work to do after you took me home, and that hard chair kept reminding me of the spanking.” Just saying the word made him blush.But it was also a bit cool having the courage to talk about it.“And your asshole?”Tom turned in his seat, glaring accusingly at Mischa.“You really like this, don’t you? Making me blush?”“Oh, yes.You’re lovely when you’re all flustered.Now answer my question.”Christ.“I.I didn’t even have to touch it.I could just clench it a bit and then I would feel you.The first couple of days were actually quite bad; I had to give up riding my bike to class.”“Well, you can’t say I didn’t warn you.” Mischa sounded smug.And a little aroused.“I can’t.And it was so worth it.” Tom could do smug as well as the next guy.During the rest of the ride, they talked about their week, about an e-book Mischa had found on the Internet that Tom had already read, about the news.They arrived at Mischa’s house in no time, Tom’s nerves entirely gone.He had forgotten that, behind all the kinky games, he plainly and simply liked Mischa.Tom got out of the car and looked around.“It’s a really nice place out here.I didn’t pay much attention last time, but it’s so peaceful.Is it your land all around?”“Yes.A client mentioned that he had it for sale, and I bought it.He saw it as an investment; I saw it as somewhere I wanted to live.I like my privacy.” Of course, privacy made it far less problematic to have screaming subs in his playroom, too.They went inside, the heat nice after the chilly weather outside.“Come on, sit down,” Mischa said.“I’d like to talk about what we’ll be doing this weekend.”Tom felt the excitement growing again in his stomach.The mood was totally different from the last time he had been here, though; Mischa was not in Dom-mode at all.It was.comfortable.Even if it made him unbearably excited when Mischa ordered him around, it was nice to feel safe and grounded while they talked.“First of all, I want to turn down the pain a notch.Neither your body nor your mind can do what we did last time for three days in a row.Not yet, at least.” Tom felt a bit relieved; it had been one of his biggest worries.“It doesn’t mean that it’s going to be less intense this time, though.It won’t be easier -- just different.” Tom guessed that it said a lot about him that those words made his cock jump.If nothing else, it meant that he was in the right place.“We established some of your kinks last time, your pain threshold, and some of your limits.This time I’d like to introduce you to some of my toys.What kind of toys have you already played with?”“I haven’t.” Mischa looked skeptically at him.“I haven’t! I haven’t got a dildo and all those other things.Well, they’re not for real, you know.”Mischa blinked.“What exactly do you mean by saying they’re not for real?”“Well, I know they exist, of course, but nobody uses them outside of porn movies.They’re just.fantasy material.”Mischa looked totally bewildered now.“But the book we talked about -- they’re using toys all the time.”“Yeah, but that’s fiction.It isn’t real.” Real people didn’t have strange contraptions in odd colors in their bedside tables.They just didn’t.Mischa was speaking slowly.“I hate to have to break it to you, but those things are real.Not everybody uses all of them, but they are real.”No way.Tom blinked.“You mean, like the stuff they did in that book?”“Yes.And in other books.Have you read anything else by that writer?”***Mischa thought that this was as good a way as any to introduce his apparently totally oblivious sub to the world of toys.He got out his laptop, finding the webpage with the e-books.Tom pointed at a book.“Yeah, I read that one, and it was really hot, but you can’t get those things anywhere.”“Yes, you can.I have one.”“What about the stuff they do in that book?” Tom clicked.“Real.”“And that one?” Tom sounded a little hysterical now, clicking on one title after another.“Hardcore, but real.”“And that one?”“Honey, that book is about vampires.Those don’t exist.”It didn’t seem to reassure Tom.“You mean, you really.You do that? You’ll do that to me?”Mischa didn’t know if he was supposed to laugh or be worried about Tom’s reaction.This was like telling someone that Santa Claus didn’t exist.Only the other way around.Whatever.He decided to be straightforward.“Yes.I intend for us to play with my toys this weekend.In fact, I want to plug you now.”Tom stared.“Plug?”“Yes.Like a dildo, only smaller.Listen, didn’t you pay any attention at all to those books?”“I didn’t think it was something people do! I mean, I thought it was like that weird manga porn; it might be hot, but it would be really stupid to imagine it to be real.” Tom sounded a little lost now.At least Mischa had a cure for that.He put his hand under Tom’s chin, gently raising his boy’s face so he could kiss Tom.Thoroughly.Enough to make Tom whimper a little and forget about Santa coming alive.Okay, Mischa so had to let that metaphor slide.“It is real, and we’re going to my playroom now.Seeing is believing, you know.” Mischa leered at Tom.“Therefore, my boy, it’s time to undress.” He got up, wanting them to get into the mode.“Phone.”Tom stared at him, obviously trying to process what was happening.Mischa stepped over, kissed him again, and stroked the boy’s hair.“It might be easier if you stop thinking about everything so much,” he said in a soft voice.“Just go with it.It makes me so hard when you surrender to me.” He had a feeling that Tom was being turned on by the concept of submission as well as by the real thing.“Now, deep breath.” Tom did what he was told, and Mischa could see the tension drain from the tight shoulders, Tom’s eyes never leaving Mischa’s.Mischa reached out his hand demandingly.“Give me your phone.Now.”Tom fumbled for it and gave it to him.Mischa put it on the table and slowly turned around, giving his boy some time to get into it.He crossed his arms and let his eyes wander up and down Tom.“Undress.”Tom caught Mischa’s eyes, and Mischa saw just a hint of a smile.Then the boy got up and started to undress.Tom wasn’t teasing, but there was no doubt that he was aware of the effect he had on Mischa.Cocky kid.Wonder if he could do something about that?“Come with me.” He turned and went down the hallway to the playroom.He opened the door and turned to Tom, wanting to see the boy’s reaction.***Fuck.Just.Fuck.Tom’s first thought was that those books were real.Very real
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