Being finally able to get back into a workout routine, the Monday after a wild weekend with Malcolm started out with the usual weight lifting, followed by the spa treatment of steam room, whirl pool, and sauna. Upon entering the steam room, I saw familiar faces, including Cole's. Recalling Malcom's reaction when Cole was brought up in a conversation, I was uncomfortable being in there with him knowing I would be tempted. After a few guys left with no action, it was just Cole, another regular and myself.
Cole left out, motioning for me to follow him, his thick, brown cock swinging in front of me. The temptation to follow him and continue our regular meetings was great, but I held on and stayed. About five minutes later, Cole came back in. This time, it was just the two of us. I wished I had left the steam room at this point as my urge to blow him was getting stronger. He stood before me and took off his towel, waiting for me to give him head.
"I can't," I said, looking up to the handsome, round face.
"What do you mean you can't? Man, just suck it," he said as he placed it on my lips. I opened my mouth and allowed Cole to slide the rest of his cock in my mouth. The whole time I was sucking him I tried to justify my actions, that Malcolm had overstepped his boundaries and was moving too quickly. Cole fucked my mouth hard, his hands on the back of my head keeping me from stopping. I gagged loudly when his cock kept entering my throat too fast for me to take a breath, prompting him to pull out.
"Turn around and bend over," said Cole.
He sensed my hesitation Sucking cock was one thing, giving up ass to a man that Malcolm seemed to detest was another. "I really can't man."
"Bitch, why you being such a tease? C'mon, give some of that before someone comes in," said Cole as he took a step back to see if anyone was coming, his dark brown dick at full mast.
I had forgotten how attracted I was to Cole and found myself wanting him to fuck me. "Okay man," I said as I turned around, let my towel drop and placed my hands on the bench. Cole spread my cheeks, entered me slowly, then grabbed my shoulders when he was all the way in.
"Damn man, you feel kind of loose," said Cole as he began working his dick in and out. Just then the steam room door opened. We were far back enough so that the steam clouded the vision enough to not make out what was happening. Cole pulled out and sat down while I sat across from him. It was a regular white, older guy who jacked off regularly. Without saying anything Cole, tapped my ass to get back into position. I figured any chance I could hide this from Malcolm was fading as more regulars saw what was going on. Cole re-entered me and pounded hard and fast until he emptied his load into in my ass. The older guy was standing next to him jacking his huge cock. Cole pulled out, slapped my ass, then headed to the showers. The older guy tried putting his dick in my ass immediately, but I indicated to him I was not interested. Instead, I sat down and we jacked off together.
The rest of the day at work I wondered what to tell Malcolm, if anything. My first reaction was to not tell him anything, but risked him finding out from others, though it was a slight chance. I rushed home to find him sitting on the couch wearing sweats and a T-shirt, looking so sexy.
"Hey," I said, putting my bag down on the couch and sitting next to him. Malcom gave me that "Did you forget something?" look.
"Oh yeah, forgot, sorry," I said as I disrobed.
"Much better," he said, drinking a beer. "How was your day at work?"
This was a first, Malcolm asking about my well-being. "Routine, nothing unusual. How was your day?"
"Just fine, you go to the health club today?" he asked.
"Yes, I did," I answered, suddenly realizing I had a decision to make.
"You see your boy Cole?" he asked.
At this point I felt it best to not tell him what had happened. "No, I didn't, just the usual guys."
"Look at me when you say that," instructed Malcolm, looking at me. I recalled him saying he could tell when I was lying. Now was the true test.
"I didn't see Cole at the health club today," I said, trying my best poker face to hide the fact I was lying.
Malcolm shook his head in disbelief. "And that's why you are so inferior to me James," he said, gently but ominously grabbing my chin. "Now I will give you one more chance to be honest with me. Did you see Cole at the health club today?"
I could not tell whether he was bluffing or knew I was not telling the truth. I decided to keep the same poker face and stick to the lie. "No, Malcolm, I did not see Cole today."
"How disappointing," said Malcolm, knowing I was fabricating. He calmly walked away, sat on the couch and motioned for me to come to him. His face was expressionless, neither positive nor negative emotions, just cold and hard. I nervously sat next to him, waiting his next actions. "You are nervous," he said, gripping his hand around my neck.
I remained silent, acknowledging that I was caught in a lie by this perceptive man.
Malcolm continued with his cold stare. "So, this is a very bad thing you have just done, James," he said, tightening his grip around my neck. "This time I will be lenient in your punishment. But I will allow you to decide your fate. Go fetch my belt."
Without saying anything, I obeyed and brought him his tattered belt, still not admitting to my time with Cole. I stood, trembling lightly, in humility before this large, solid, half-naked man as he continued his stare.
"So, it has unfortunately come to this. And so soon, James. I expected more from you," he said as he got up, making a loop out of the belt. I had a partner who was into spanking, but it was always done as part of sex and never as a means of punishment. "Bend over the couch."
At this point I was ready to ask Malcolm to leave. Although I knew we were in a dominant and submissive relationship, I was not at all ready for extreme pain.
My hesitation angered him. With quicker than expected movements, Malcom forced me over the couch and held me down. He was too powerful for me to resist. "You will receive ten lashes, then have the chance to be honest with me before I do it again, do you understand James?" he asked. I nodded in the affirmative and watched as he wound up and delivered a hard whack against my bare behind. The pain was intense and I cried out when another was delivered. I tried getting up but could not budge against his force. I then put my hand on my ass, hoping to prevent another strike to my burning butt. But he quickly removed it, continuing to strike me while holding me down with one hand, and gripping my arm with the other. After the tenth hit, I collapsed on the floor, crying in pain.
"This time, I'm not going to ask you if you did anything, but what DID you do?" asked Malcolm, calmly, standing above me.
I had never felt such pain in my life, and never wanted to experience it again. At the time I felt my privacy, and well-being, was more important than pursuing a relationship with Malcolm, who was proving to be too much for me. "I want you to leave," I said, feeling the burning on my ass as I sat up.
Malcolm sat down, looking blankly at the wall. "So, you think I should accept the fact that you will lie to me?" he asked, turning to face me. "If that is the case, it's best that I do leave," said Malcolm as he got up and headed toward the bedroom. As he gathered his belongings I thought about how much of this was my fault by agreeing to not see Cole and subsequently lying to Malcolm when I did. But the beating went too far, I didn't know to what extent he would get physical. Now I did, and wanted none of it.
Malcolm came out of the bedroom fully dressed and his bag packed, saying nothing as he closed the door behind him. Just as suddenly as the relationship with Malcolm started, it ended even quicker. While sitting, I realized I had to take partial responsibility for putting Malcolm in the position he was in. I looked out of the apartment window and saw him sauntering down the street. I felt horrible. He had been totally honest with me and did everything he said he would. I broke the bond of trust and now Malcolm was paying for it.
I rubbed some aloe on my burning ass, threw on some cloths and rushed out of the door hoping to clear things up with Malcolm. I caught up with him panting heavily.
"Malcolm, can we just talk?" I asked between breaths.
"I don't waste my time with liars," said Malcolm as he kept walking.
I walked alongside him, hoping he would understand my reasoning. "Malcolm, I'm sorry I lied to you, but the beating I got crossed the line."
"You are obviously not ready for me, James. You need someone you can fool."
"Just come back Malcolm. I really need you." Under the stress of the moment I confessed my wish to have him in my life and that had I been truthful, none of this would have happened.
He stopped and turned towards me. "If you needed me, you would not have lied and put me out." He was right and I had no response. Malcolm was a very intelligent, logical man who saw through my bullshit. "Grow up James, I don't have time for children," he said as he continued to walk away.