Chapter 9

Raven smiled as he ran his hands over Brock's wide shoulders. "I'm going to make love to you now." Brock's breath caught at the words. "Stand up and take off your shirt."

"Wh...what?"

"Master." Raven's eyes were still soft as he stared into Brock's confused eyes.

"Huh?"

"Rule one, birdling, you address me as master. Always."

"M..master?" The word felt strange to say and Brock's tongue tripped over it.

"Yes." He bent down and captured Brock's mouth again, his hands never still as he traced muscled shoulders and caressed the back of his neck. The pleasant sensations drove all thought out of Brock's mind except receiving more. His hands reached up tentatively to caress Raven's hair, slowly growing bolder when the brunette purred in approval. A small whimper escaped him when the smaller man pulled back, breaking the kiss again and Raven sucked at Brock's lower lip in comfort. "You still haven't obeyed. Take off your shirt."

Brock glanced around the empty room nervously. "Here? Why?"

Raven playfully tapped Brock's nose. "Master."

The large blonde stared up, growing nervous. "Master."

"You want to know why? Here?" Brock nodded mutely. "Because I'm going to make love to you on this table. Right here. Right now." Brock's eyes widened in shock causing Raven to grin wickedly. "Naughty idea, isn't it?" Brock nodded again. "Feels good though. Obey me, Brock. Don't think, just obey. Feel. Take off your shirt."

Entranced by the smooth dark voice, Brock pulled his black shirt over his head. He was rewarded by and admiring smile. "Stand up." Brock immediately stood, shivering as Raven's hands and eyes roamed his wide deep chest. "Beautiful, baby, absolutely beautiful." Taking a moment, Raven shrugged off his jacket and pulled his shirt off before placing his hands on Brock's body again, deft fingers finding and lightly pinching hard, sensitive nipples, making Brock gasp in pleasure. "Undo my jeans."

The blonde hesitated, glancing at the door nervously before moving hesitant, shaking fingers to obey. He was terrified someone would walk in or that he would disappoint Raven or a thousand other things. These were dark, unfamiliar waters and the large wrestler sensed they were deeper and darker than he could imagine. Raven's soft touches and gentle voice drew him on though, a siren's call in the unknown.

"That's it, baby. Just undo them."

Encouraged, Brock clumsily undid Raven's jean shorts, blushing at his sudden ineptness. Raven's tongue traced over an aching nipple. "Push them down, birdling." Desire shot through Brock as Raven's mouth closed over a hard nipple, sucking hard before laving the flesh with a soft, eager tongue.

The sudden burst of lust burned away the nervousness and Brock quickly shoved Raven's jeans and briefs down the shorter man's hips as far as he could reach. The brunette kissed his neck encouragingly, "That's it, birdling, just feel. Go with your feelings." Brock wrapped his arms around the older man, running eager hands down his supple spine, cupping and squeezing Raven's firm ass, moaning as Raven's hands and mouth mapped out his chest. "Mmmm, you feel good birdling, but I want more." Warm hands cupped and gently massaged Brock's aching erection through his jeans. "And I think you do too." Raven pulled back slightly to sit on the table. "Take off my shoes, Brock."

Self-consciousness warred with desire as Brock knelt and reached for Raven's feet. It felt strange to be untying another person's shoe, backwards. Zach had never allowed help of any kind. Raven, though, smiled at him approvingly, patiently, as he unlaced the black boots and carefully pulled them off. "Good." A tender hand stroked Brock's scalp. "Now, finish taking off my clothes. Unable to resist, he stared at Raven's nude body and the older man did nothing to stop him. Instead, the brunette moved back, stretching out full length on the table in a seemingly unconscious display.

Rolling onto his side, Raven stared over at him. "Your turn. Remove your clothing."

Knowing he was blushing again, Brock knelt to untie his shoes. Unbidden memories of Billy's graceful stripping came to mind and he hoped he was not too disappointing as he rid himself of the last of his clothing.

"Mmm, so beautiful." Raven's dark purr brought his gaze up and his eyes widened at the sight of Raven stroking himself while staring back, hungrily. "Come here, birdling." Raven crooked a finger in summons and Brock almost dove onto the table, sliding into Raven's open arms, kissing the older man desperately.

Their bodies pressed together, hard cocks rubbing together making both men moan in need. Raven rolled the large man onto his back, never breaking the kiss while lying beside the big man. Trailing his fingers along Brock's large length, Raven swallowed the blonde's groans as he caressed the weeping head, spreading pre-cum over the hard flesh before wrapping it in a firm grasp. Strong slow strokes soon had Brock thrusting up into the firm hand, moaning and clinging in passion and pleasure.

Raven lifted his head, breaking the kiss and smiling at Brock's cry of protest. "Spread your legs." Understanding slowly dawned in blue eyes and Raven gently kissed his cheek. "Yes, birdling, I'm going to be inside you. Taking you. Will this be your first time bottoming?" Raven's fist continued stroking Brock's cock, robbing him of his voice so he could only nod. "Don't worry, baby, I'll be gentle. But, you do realize it will hurt?" Brock nodded again. "Do you want this, Brock, do you want me inside you despite the hurt?"

Brock did not even have to think about it. "Yes, Raven, I want you."

Raven's hand slid down to play with Brock's tight sac, rolling his balls between playful fingers. "Master."

Again, Brock did not think, only needing. "Master, please."

Raven kissed him approvingly. "Good little birdling. Spread your legs." Brock obeyed, becoming lost in Raven's approving gaze. "A little wider. That's right."

Raven quickly maneuvered to kneel between Brock's legs. Reaching for his jacket, he pulled out a tube and spread the slick gel over his fingers. "Bend your knees a bit. That's it, baby." Brock continued to stare into Raven's comforting gaze, holding onto the gentleness he saw there as he felt a probing at his entrance for the first time in his life.

Raven was slow and gentle as he caressed the guardian ring of muscle, playing with Brock's tight sac and hard cock to keep him relaxed and distracted as he slowly pushed inside. Brock gasped at the sensation of being filled, liking it more than he ever would have guessed. He tried to push back, take more in, wanting it.

"Like that, birdling? Want more?"

"Yes!" Brock's hands scrabbled at the table to, desperately seeking purchase.

"Ask for it right, baby."

"Please, master, more!" The word came easier each time but Brock didn't think of that as Raven rewarded him by pressing two fingers deep, hitting a previously unknown spot that made Brock cry out in pleasure.

"Hmm, you do like that, don't you, Brock?"

Brock could make no response. Raven's thrusting scissoring fingers robbed him of all voice, reducing him to pleading moans as he lifted his hips, silently begging for more. The burning pain as Raven pushed in a third only heightened the pleasure of the fullness.

Suddenly, the fingers were removed and Brock cried out in disappointment at the aching emptiness. "Shh, birdling, we're not done."

Raven repositioned Brock, lifting the blonde's hips to rest on his thighs so his cock rested again Brock's spread entrance. Bracing himself and holding Brock's hips tightly, he pushed in, wincing in sympathy as Brock cried out in pain.

The blonde man had wanted more but this was too much. He tensed at the painful intrusion. Gentle hands caressed and massaged his hips and stomach as a dark voice soothed, "Shh, baby, I know it hurts. Try to relax. Shhh." Brock held onto the words concentrating on them to get past the lingering pain. "That's it. So good, birdling, you're so sweet. Feel so good. That's it. Relax."

His body began to adjust and the pain receded. Caressing hands stroked him back to full arousal and need flamed to life again, growing hotter as Raven slipped deeper, fully impaling the blonde. "Good, Brock, so hot. So tight."

Slowly, Raven slid in and out hanging the angle of his thrusts until Brock gasped and bucked as Raven found the perfect spot. Smiling, Raven began to thrust harder, hitting it again and again, stroking Brock's cock in counter point.

Intense pleasure coursed through Brock's body, making him writhe and moan and cry out, loving the hard flesh filling him, driving him over the edge until, with a suddenness that made him see stars, his body arched in absolute ecstasy as he screamed his release. His body was shaking with ecstasy as Raven continued to plunge deep and fast until, with a howl, his body tensed and arched. The large blonde could feel Raven's release hot and wet inside him. It felt wonderful and Brock regretted never having tried this before.

Then again, he had never been given a chance. All of his previous lovers had assumed he would top and, to please them, he had done so. Now, though, he knew what it was to bottom and he was eager to repeat it.

Raven carefully withdrew from his body and stretched out beside him. Brock held his breath, barely daring to hope. Then, Raven was touching him, softly stroking his cum covered stomach, tracing the line of his hip. Slowly, tentatively, Brock rolled to his side and lay a hand on Raven's hip. The brunette smiled at him encouragingly. Emboldened, the large man pressed his lips to Raven's as he gently explored the smaller body.

It wasn't about sex or trying to fulfill expectations. It was about closeness and affection as they touched and kissed, finally winding up with Raven on his back and Brock lying beside him, his head pillowed on the brunette's stomach. The large man's eyes were closed in contentment as he languidly stroked Raven's hip and thigh, enjoying the feel of Raven's hand stroking his scalp and shoulders.

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