by Peach
The bedroom was empty, the bed still made perfectly as he had left it that
morning. I called his name and received no answer, so I went searching. I
found him sitting in the den next to a small fire. The bottle of scotch
almost empty.
"Walter, what's going on?"
He waved vaguely toward a letter lying on the table, while reaching for the
bottle. I intercepted his hand, moving the bottle out of reach. That
stubborn little boy look appeared on his face and he started to rise from
his chair.
"Sit down, slave!"
He turned toward me trying to focus and having little success. I growled
deep in my throat and he dropped his butt back in the chair. I picked up the
letter and turned toward the firelight to read it. At least now I had an
idea of why my lover was sitting in the den shit faced when he should have
been in bed ready for me.
"So, you honour his memory by getting drunk? Or are you trying to join him?
Is that how it works, Walter?"
"You don't understand. I should have been there. I should have done
something."
"You did all you could. He refused your help. I was there, remember? You
can't help people when they don't want it."
"I should have tried harder. He might still be alive."
We had been together long enough by this time for me to know when words
wouldn't work. Walter still had survivor guilt and now a friend since boot
camp had managed to drink himself to death. I could tell Walter that it
wasn't his fault just as surviving his platoon hadn't been his fault but he
wouldn't hear me tonight.
I wasn't about to lose him in a bottle, or any other way when I could do
something to stop it.
"Slave go down stairs and prepare yourself for me. Put on your leather
collar and your harness."
He looked up at me all bleary eyed and I pointed toward the door. I made no
move to help him as he staggered to his feet and left the room. It had been
a long time since he had needed to be punished for his imagined sins. I had
hoped we were past that but it seemed we weren't.
I knew in his drunken state it would take him some time to get ready for me
so I headed upstairs to shower. By the time I got down stairs he was naked
except for the collar and harness. He was lying on the table with his legs
pulled up.
I positioned the bag and inserted the nozzle. When he moaned I stopped the
flow, sliding the tube from his body and pulling him to lie on his back. I
moved my hand over his stomach in slow easy circles, waiting for the cramps
to kick in. When he whimpered "Please", I sent him off to the bathroom.
I got everything ready while he was gone, knowing it would need to be a hard
session. Good thing we both had the day off tomorrow. When he came back he
was walking a little steadier. No words from either of us, he came to the
cross and I bound him, using the chains as well.
I warmed him up with the flogger bringing his body to that beautiful colour
I love on him. Then I picked up the heavy paddle. I had only used this on
him once. I knew the bruises would last for a week or more.
I brought it down hard on his left cheek. His grunt told me that the alcohol
hadn't deadened all his nerve endings. I worked up and down both cheeks for
several long minutes before the grunts changed.
"Why are you being punished, slave?"
"For letting my friend down. For not helping him."
I swung the paddle harder than before connecting dead centre.
"Try again, slave. That's not the reason."
He sobbed with the blow and I gave him time to catch his breath before
prompting him for an answer with another swat.
"Slave?"
"If it isn't for that, I don't know!"
I moved in close to him, reaching to cup his head. He turned toward me and I
kissed him gently. Stepping back, I swatted him again.
"Think, slave. I want an answer. Why am I doing this?"
"Because I was drunk and I should have called you."
"Yes, you should have. I would have come home to be with you. I would never
have let you go through those hours of grief alone. As for being drunk, you
should know how I would feel finding you that way. Is there anything else?"
"Because I need it. I need to atone."
"Walter, you've done nothing to atone for. Why can't I make you understand
that? He wasn't happy and he couldn't take a more direct route out of this
world. There was nothing you could do."
"Please, Master."
His voice was so ragged with his pain my heart broke for him. It suddenly
dawned on me that it was after midnight. It was now Veteran's Day. God! That
was it. He always needed a session on Veteran's Day and the death of his
friend made him need it even more.
I stepped back and gave my lover what he needed. By the time he used his
safe word my arm was numb. I walked away from him and rotated my arm several
times while the small bucket filled. I rinsed the sweat from his body and
released him.
He clung to me as I led him toward the stairs, his hand already massaging my
shoulder. We helped each other up the stairs and fell into the bed holding
each other tightly.
I don't know how long we slept before he woke me with his warm tongue
swirling around the head of my cock. I tugged on his ear and he crawled up
to kiss me. His kisses frantic, making my need for him override all else.
"Get the lube." I croaked through my kiss-swollen lips.
He turned toward the table to grab it and I watched as he coated me thickly,
then he was straddling me and dropping onto me. I moaned as he gave himself
no time to adjust. His movements hard and fast on me. Lifting high and
dropping again and again.
His head was thrown back, his breathing loud, one hand stroking his cock as
the other rubbed over my chest and stomach. I reached up, pinching his
nipple with almost bruising force. He screamed my name as he shot. His come
raining down on me.
My own cock responded to his muscles clamping down on me. My come shooting
high inside him. He fell forward using his arms to support most of his
weight. His kisses slow and soft this time.
When my cock softened to the point that his muscles pushed me out, he rolled
over to lie next to me. His low groan telling me that his ass was indeed as
sore as I had intended for it to be.
I climbed out of bed and went to fill the tub. He came into the room just as
I was pouring his favourite musk into the water. I settled into the water,
sinking low enough for the hot water to cover my sore shoulder. He stepped
in and settled between my thighs, his head back against my other shoulder.
"Thank you, Master."
"For what, slave?"
"For loving me. For giving me what I need even when it makes your shoulder
sore. For not giving up on me. Most men would have by now."
"How could I give up on someone I've loved for thousands of years? I will
never give up on you, just as you will never give up on me."
When the water cooled, I took him back to bed and made love to him slowly
and gently. Trying to show him how cherished he truly is.
Holding him as he slept later I wondered if we would ever have a life
together that was normal. Is there such a thing?
was late getting home. The house was dark but Walter's car was in the
garage. I just figured he'd be waiting in bed for me, that's where I usually
found him when I was late. I took the steps two at a time anxious to see him
after the long day.
