The Boys From Tennessee

The Boys From Tennessee
Rating: NC17 M/M slash with Sawyer and Peter. BDSM, oral sex, bondage, nipple play, anal, flogging/pain, domination/control, etc.
Author: Chissy_Rose
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I don’t own them. No infringement intended.

The Boys From Tennessee
Chapter 21 (21/60)
I’m Restless and Wild Tonight – Pandora’s Box is Opened


Sawyer made them a nice supper. Afterwards they went back out on the beach again just as it was beginning to get dark and the full moon was rising. Sawyer reached over and began to massage Peter’s back and he closed his eyes obviously enjoying the little treat. After a few minutes Sawyer put his right hand behind Peter’s neck and pulled him in to give him a kiss. After it Peter protested a little, he couldn’t help thinking about what Libby and Ana Lucia had said about their public display of lust the night before. “We could have an audience, Sawyer, we did last night.”

“So what,” Sawyer said, “I don’t care what they think.”

“You might not care, but you should care some. Our lives may depend on staying friends with these people. We need to be more discrete.”

Sawyer thought a moment, them smiled and asked Peter, “Okay, Mr. ‘Be Discrete’, since you have your own place now and it’s much further up the beach, can I stay with you tonight? It’ll get us off the beach front and we can christen your new digs.” Peter said sure he’d like that. Sawyer grinned. It was what he wanted to hear. He got up, went inside his tent and was back out quickly with a small duffle bag. “Let’s go!” he said. There was just enough light out on the beach for them to see where they were walking, the moon was still low on the horizon and the tide was beginning to go out. They walked along quietly up the beach. Sawyer kept running his hand over Peter’s ass and up his back. They finally arrived at his new shelter. Sawyer threw his bag inside and pulled Peter by his arm down closer to the water to look at the moon. Sawyer surprised him by kissing him on the forehead. Peter reached up and held Sawyer’s head in his hands. He responded by kissing Sawyer harder on the lips and running a wet path with his tongue across his strong jaw, down along his neck and over to his collarbone. Sawyer moaned.

He spoke softly into Sawyer’s ear, “You’ve played around with BDSM before haven’t you?”

“I’ve been on the giving and receiving ends – I can switch, so yeah, I’m experienced,” Sawyer replied. Peter ran his tongue back down his neck, held him tightly, sucked in Sawyer’s skin and bit down bruising him and drawing blood. Sawyer made noise like a combination hiss and moan. Peter raked his teeth across Sawyer’s neck and collarbone, licking and kissing the place he’d just drawn blood. He stepped up roughly against Sawyer, wrapped his arms around Sawyer’s, held them to his side and kissed him wantonly. They could feel each other’s erections straining against their jeans. Sawyer pushed back against him and pushed his tongue into his mouth, plundering him. He was getting very aroused by what Peter was doing, which was what Peter was trying to do. But Peter suddenly pushed himself away from Sawyer. Sawyer looked at him confused, horny and upset.

“What the hell are you doing Peter?” he questioned.

Peter held him away from him with his arm fully extended and looked at him seriously. “Do you love me Sawyer? Enough to give me what I want and what I need?” Sawyer was panting slightly. The sexual tension was thick between them.

“What do you think? Of course I do. Haven’t I been giving you anything you wanted, everything you asked me for?” Sawyer asked, looking earnestly into his eyes.

Peter pushed Sawyer back by his chest roughly. “If you love me enough, you’ll give me what I need tonight. I want more than I’ve ever asked you for, I need much more…I feel restless and wild. I don’t want vanilla sex tonight. I want more. I want you to top me, to totally dominate me. I want rough sex. I want to be bound. I want you to excite me, take me, abuse me, hurt me, and make me come. Please I need it.”

Sawyer looked like a hundred things were running through his mind – desire, lust and even thoughts that this could be a bad idea. He was worried about what Peter had said in his sleep the night before. Peter could tell Sawyer was thinking about it too much.

“Don’t be trying to analyze this Sawyer. This is normal to me remember? I need it to get off sometimes… It means that I really trust you – that I put myself in your hands, under your control and your power. Totally vulnerable and all yours – to do with as you will. Are you gonna make me beg for it? Cause I will.” Sawyer could see the need in his face and eyes and hear the desire in his voice, the pleading. Peter wanted it so badly. “I’ve got a well stocked suitcase – you’ve already seen inside it. There’s plenty to choose from for our play. This isn’t new to me. I’ve done it many times. Please, I’m begging you…”

“Okay,” Sawyer said darker, “if that’s what you want, I’ll take us both to that level. But this is a first time for us, so we need ground rules. First off, you only address me as Master while we’re doing this. If either one of us needs the other to back off, stop what they’re doing or take things down a level, we use the safe word “Mercy” in our talk. If thing’s have gone on too long and you want to come and end it, you tell me “Mercy Master”. You can beg all you want, but I don’t back down unless I hear the word “Mercy” or “Mercy Master” to end things. You’re clear on that?”

“Mercy” to take things down a level or back off, “Mercy Master” to tell you I’ve had enough.

Sawyer looked into his eyes, “Any last minute requests?”

“Yeah. Don’t strike me in the nose; it’s not totally healed yet. Be careful about marking me on my arms or face. We don’t need to advertise this to everyone. I’ve got a pretty good pain tolerance overall. Tears or begging doesn’t mean to stop. I’ll use the safe words if I need to.” Peter said. “If you want us to get aroused to get into this, I’ll do whatever you want. If you want me to make you pissed I’ll do that. Whatever it takes to get you in the mood. I want you to enjoy this too. You got any requests?”

“Yeah, you can be vocal so I can hear what I’m doing to you. But you promise to stop me if it’s too much. I want us both to enjoy this, but I still want you to love me afterwards. I don’t want any hard feelings. Anything else you want?” Sawyer asked.
“Make it slow and agonizing like the first night in the hatch when you got into my bed. Make me crazy, make me feel it. I want it. Make me know I’m alive.”

Sawyer reached out and pulled Peter back to himself and kissed him 3 times tenderly but with passion. Then he backed away and his entire demeanor changed and his eyes darkened with lust and control. Peter almost shivered just looking at him.

Sawyer ordered, “Stay here, and don’t move from this spot. I’m going to prepare for you.” Sawyer went into the tent and was gone for several minutes. He returned with a few things. When he came back out he directed Peter to the other side of the tent, out of sight of the other tents way down the beach, but in the light of the full moon. They were the furtherest out; even the closest tent or people in the other direction were well out of shouting distance and basically out of viewing distance.

Sawyer stood before Peter, crossed his arms, “Strip for me – slowly, I want to enjoy watching you.” Peter began breathing a little harder just from slowly removing his clothes and feeling the ocean breezes cool him. Sawyer stood there a moment lusting after the nude younger man in front of him – wanting to do a good job of topping him. He walked around him and growled low, “Don’t move – at all. I wanna touch you, see you – you’re all mine. You’re naked on the beach in the full moonlight, where anyone can see me control you.” Sawyer took his hands and ran them into Peter’s hair and down his neck. Peter was already very aroused just from being totally naked with Sawyer being fully clothed and touching him. Sawyer reached into his pocket and took out a leather collar and fastened it around Peter’s neck. He pulled Peter to him roughly, holding him with one hand behind his neck and kissed him roughly on the lips almost bruising them as he grabbed one butt cheek squeezing it hard and held him tightly to himself. Peter moaned into the kiss. Not moving was gonna be hard, he wanted to respond and to hold Sawyer too. Sawyer moved his hands all over Peter’s body, caressing softly at first, then harder, moving roughly over his muscles and squeezing them. Peter was already breathing heavy.

Sawyer smirked at him and spoke in the gravelly voice, “You’re breathing awful heavy boy – we haven’t even got started yet… Come here!” Sawyer grabbed Peter by both wrists, spun him around and backed him against a tree. He reached into his jeans pocket and took out a length of rope and slipping behind him he threaded it through d-rings on the wide black leather wrist straps Peter wore all the time, pulling his wrists together behind the tree and tying them. Sawyer ran his tongue to the side of his mouth like he did sometimes when something “got” him. He was getting a strong flashback of when Sayid and Jack had tied him to a tree and tortured him for real. If only they’d been doing this to him instead of shoving bamboo under his fingernails or threatening to put his eye out. He refocused on what he was doing. He ran his hands over Peter as he stepped in front of him and pressed his entire body against Peter’s nude one. He decided he was gonna mark Peter like he had marked him just a half hour ago. He pushed his right thigh between Peter’s legs and pressed against his hard-on while kissing him sloppily. He ran his tongue down his jaw to his neck, and sucked in skin below his ear and bit hard and drew blood.

Peter struggled against the tree, breathed raggedly and begged “Mercy – please”, but it was already over by then.

Sawyer was already kissing and gently licking the raw mark on his neck. “Sorry,” Sawyer whispered in his ear, “But they’ll know you’re mine now – my possession – you’re marked. Just like you marked me you little bastard!” He rubbed his rough beard stubble against Peter’s cleaner shaven face, scratching him across his cheek and stuck his tongue in his ear, pulling on his earlobe with his teeth. Peter moaned softly. “You’ve got an extensive collection in there boy, hard to decide what to start with. We may have to do this often.” Sawyer said in an intense soft voice. He ran both his hands up Peter’s lean and muscular body and stopped to gently begin playing with both his nipples, running his finger tips over them repeatedly, watching the areolas tighten up and the nipples become pointy. Peter was having trouble staying still against the tree. “Don’t move! You’re being disobedient and will be punished.” Sawyer threatened. He was making him nuts playing with him so slowly. Then Sawyer changed the pace and began plucking, pulling and squeezing them, gradually increasing the pressure and intensity until he know he was hurting Peter. Peter’s head fell back, eyes closed and he was biting his lower lip, breathing raggedly. It did hurt, but it hurt so good. He wasn’t gonna call Sawyer off. Sawyer felt as though he had made them quite sensitive now, and he pulled something else out of his pockets. He lightly pinched the tip of each nipple, and raised it up before sliding the nipple clips under his fingertips, pinching both nipples. He gave a rough tug to the chain between them and a little laugh when Peter gasped and tensed. He put his hand on Peter’s jaw and held it, looking him in the eyes and leered, “That’s my Tennessee boy, so quick to respond, so sensitive! I’ve got one another surprise for you outside here and then we’ll move into your tent and kick things up a notch.” Sawyer ran his hand down Peter’s chest to his groin and began playing casually with his cock and balls, he could feel Peter responding. Sawyer put his mouth down on his cock and held it roughly in his hands and stroked up and down slowly. Peter moaned louder now and his head rolled back again. He thought Sawyer was gonna make him come right now with all the stimulation, but he didn’t want to come yet. But Sawyer lifted Peter’s left leg and sat it down over his own right shoulder. He stroked his balls and could tell they were tight. He was working right up under Peter so he couldn’t see what was coming. He took a tube of lubrication out of his back pocket and from the other a large black butt plug and he lubed it up. He squirted a little more onto his index finger and began fingering Peter’s ass.

Peter was moaning, “Oh God,” now. Sawyer placed the black butt plug at the entrance and slowly pushed about a third of it into him. Peter sucked in air at the sensation – it had surprised him, he wasn’t prepared. If Sawyer went that fast with the rest of it, it was gonna hurt like hell. He tried to go up on his right tiptoes trying to back off it, but Sawyer didn’t let him. He held him by his balls to keep him from riding up. He just swirled his tongue around the tip of his penis, which just made Peter tighten up more. Peter was breathing hard and fast.

“You remember I told you not to move? You’ll double your punishment if you do that again,” Sawyer spoke in a dark tone. He moved the large butt plug out so slowly, made sure it had plenty of lube on it and forced three-fourth’s of it back up into him – it was really stretching him, hurting him. It was the widest part. Peter screamed “Mercy” and Sawyer moved off a little but holding it, giving him time to adjust.

“Oh Christ – that hurts!” Peter blurted, but he didn’t give him the safe word. Sawyer eased it out some and back in some trying to help him relax the muscle. Peter bit his lip. Sawyer continued to work it in and out slowly and Peter finally began to relax and enjoy the sensation.

“You loose enough to take this now?” he asked Peter. Peter nodded yes and made a conscious effort to be relaxed but it still filled him up and hurt when Sawyer pushed it all the way in. This was the largest one and it was bigger in diameter that most men’s cocks but shaped to stay in. Peter was moaning and shaking from the sensation. Sawyer just patted him on the thighs. “That’s good – you took it all.” Sawyer lifted his leg off his shoulder and sat it back on the ground. He stood up and gave a pull to the nipple chain causing Peter to make a noise. “Maybe these need a little more attention,” he smiled as he pulled a second time harder. He unclipped each nipple and lay the chain down around his own neck, reached up and pinched and twisted each nipple before sucking hard on each. Peter groaned. The pain and stimulation was making him so hard he almost couldn’t stand it. Sawyer kept feeding him sensation after sensation – in waves. Sawyer put his hand on Peter’s cock and played with it some more. He reached behind Peter and untied his arms and took him by the wrists and dragged him into the tent without a word. Once they were inside Sawyer took one spacer bar and attached both his wrists to it and used a rope to pull it tight towards the roof beam. He fastened ankle restraints around both ankles and once again clipped him to a spreader bar. “You’re wide open and exposed and there is nothing you can do now except accept your punishment for being disobedient and moving,” Sawyer said. He reached down and began to stroke Peter’s cock roughly, play with his balls and tease his nipples with his mouth. Peter was afraid that Sawyer was going to make him come, but he just had him very hard. He bent over and picked up and fastened a speed-snap balls-and-cock leather ring set on him, one part snapped tightly around his balls and the other snapped tightly around the base of his cock. They held him tightly, keeping him very hard and erect. Peter groaned. He knew these wouldn’t get anymore comfortable, he’d either have to be released or he’d have to come, which would take even more stimulation. Sawyer just smiled – he knew what the rings would do only too well too. Sawyer reached down and picked up a short leather flogger with split ends, the leather strips looked to be about 25 inches long with an almost phallic shaped handle. He took the handle and pressed it against the side of Peter’s face and said, “Are you ready boy for your discipline?” Peter’s eyes glistened, he knew what he was in for, but he also hoped that Sawyer knew what he was doing with the flogger. Sawyer turned the handle sideways and told Peter to kiss it. Peter did, and his breathing was already picking up in anticipation. Sawyer looked him in the eyes and said, “You know what to say to make me stop right? Cause that’s gonna be the only thing you can say to stop me.” Peter hung his head and nodded. He was getting nervous now, but he wanted this. Sawyer began by rubbing him with the flogger gently and caressing his chest. Then he began to lightly twirl the flogger striking him across the chest, and then he slightly increased intensity. Peter was breathing faster with the blows now. Then Sawyer changed his style and started to give his wrist more of a snap with the flogger and Peter was wincing and making little noises now. It was beginning to sting some and his skin was beginning to redden a bit. Sawyer increased again and was hitting him harder with it, leaving red marks and whelps across his chest. Then Sawyer surprised him and made three lighter blows across his cock and testicles. It shocked him so badly; he jerked his entire body and let out a loud gasp. The cock and ball rings still held his cock and balls in their hard and rigid state. Even the small blows felt intense. Sawyer reached over and held him in position. “Stay still,” he hissed and he flicked the flogger across him there again. It wasn’t too hard but still it smarted.

“Oh God,” Peter whimpered. Sawyer reached down and put his hand on Peter’s cock and slid the precum on the surface all around the head. It stung and Peter whimpered again. He was straining against the separator bars. He wanted to protect himself so badly – and yet this was what he had begged for.

Sawyer looked him straight in the eyes again, “Should I punish you more???” Peter nodded yes. Sawyer increased the intensity again and was giving his wrist more of a snap again. He knew this was hurting like hell now and he was close to saying the safe word himself. Peter was cringing with each blow now, whimpering loudly and almost sobbing, but he wouldn’t give the safe word. Sawyer felt like he couldn’t stand this any longer himself so he stopped working his cock and balls over. He stepped to the side of Peter and caressed him on the cheek. He began to make soothing noises as he gently rubbed his chest. Peter sobbed and dropped his head forward – it was so intense and he needed that comforting from Sawyer. After a few moments, Sawyer praised him and told him it was half over as he moved to his back side. Sawyer followed the same technique he had on the front, beginning slowly and gradually increasing the intensity, speed and technique. Peter was moving more with the blows now and hissing each time they stung him. Once again, Sawyer stopped and asked him, “More???” and once again Peter nodded yes. Sawyer didn’t know how he was able to keep this up. It was taking all his reserves and nerve to keep punishing Peter. This was their first time at this and he had to learn Peter’s tolerances and limits. Peter was letting out little screams now with each blow. Sawyer kept moving them around trying not to hurt too much in the same spot, but the blows were harder now and leaving red marks and whelps.

Finally, Peter said the safe word, “Mercy please” and Sawyer put the flogger down and held Peter who was shaking. Hot tears streaked down his face.

“Are you okay?” Sawyer asked. Peter nodded yes. “That’s good because I want you to pleasure me now.” Sawyer reached down and unhooked the ankle restraints and spreader bar from his ankles, and then he wrapped one arm around Peter to hold him up. He lowered the spreader bar over his head and Peter groaned loudly. Sawyer worked quickly to unhook his arms from the spreader bar. “On your hands and knees on the ground,” he directed Peter as he lowered him down. Peter went down on his knees and hands as ordered. Sawyer stood in front of him and unzipped himself and pushed his jeans down his thighs. He began slowly fisting himself. He ran his left hand into Peter’s long hair and held him by it, pulling him towards his cock. “You touch me only with your mouth and tongue and only as I tell you to, when I tell you to. You understand me whore?” Peter nodded yes. Sawyer was rubbing his cock firmly and slowly across Peter’s face and mouth, but Peter waited for his direction, and kept eye contact with him. He knew Sawyer was testing him – testing to see if he’d be obedient and submissive to his instructions. “Open your mouth and lick my cock slowly. Lick the whole thing.” Sawyer moved his cock around so Peter could lick every part of it. “I want you to suck the head now, and no teeth. I’m gonna fuck your mouth.” Sawyer moved his cock in and out of Peter’s mouth, moaning at the sensation. Pete definitely did a good job at giving head. He sped up a little and thrust a little harder. Peter’s eyes were big; Sawyer knew he was giving him about all he could take. He pulled out and stepped back. “Get in the bed, on your hands and knees facing away from me,” he directed Peter. Sawyer finally stripped himself off and took his place behind Peter. He pushed his legs apart. He gently moved the butt plug to make sure it still could move. Wrapping one arm under Peter’s waist he whispered to push and he pulled out the butt plug in one motion. Peter moaned at the sensation. Sawyer lubed up his fingers and slowly pushed his index finger into him. Peter was panting. “Let’s see if I can find that little magic spot and make you have an orgasm without shooting off.” Sawyer knew right where to touch him as he gently stroked Peter’s prostate.

“Oh Godddd. Fuck Sawyer!” Peter tensed, shivered and moaned as he dropped his head.

“That was good Pete. Let’s try for number 2.” Sawyer fucked him in and out slowly with his finger for a few minutes before stroking it again.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck – that’s intense,” Peter moaned as his ass clenched around Sawyer’s finger. Sawyer smiled. He liked being skillful enough to make Peter have more than one orgasm. He also liked that fact that Peter was multi-orgasmic. He inserted two fingers into him now and as he worked him, Peter pushed back against his hand.

Sawyer pushed on it a little harder this time. “Oh God Almighty – Ohhhhh fuck!” Peter’s whole body tensed and he was breathing raggedly and shaking. “Please fuck me now. Please…I can’t stand it any longer.” Sawyer reached up between his legs and unsnapped and removed the cock-and-balls rings. Peter groaned. Sawyer took the lube and spread it across his cock and then spread it around Peter’s cock. He slipped his cock into Peter’s ass and began to fuck him slowly as he pumped Peter’s cock with one hand and bent over him. “Faster and harder please!” Peter demanded. “Harder…I can take it. Shit, please make me come!”

“You are so fucking hot…damn!” Sawyer moaned as he pounded against him.

It didn’t take long and Peter was screaming “Fuck!” and “Oh God” just about at the top of his lungs. He was very vocal, moaning and panting hard. Peter’s orgasm was so intense when he finally ejaculated and he clenched his ass so tight that Sawyer groaned and came too at the same time. He held Peter up for a couple of moments and then slid out of him gently. Peter whimpered. He was still shaking all over, sweating profusely. Sawyer lowered him down to the bed. They were both exhausted, but Sawyer still felt wired. This had been more intense and sexually charged for him than he would have ever imagined. Peter rolled over on his back and kissed Sawyer 3 or 4 times. “I love you so much Sawyer. You were perfect. Thank you for giving me just what I needed…I feel high. God what an incredible feeling.” Peter was still shaking like a leaf though from the intensity, pleasure and pain he’d been through.

Sawyer wrapped himself around Peter and whispered, “You’re so incredible and that was so amazing.” Sawyer planted gentle kisses on him and soothed his head and hair with his hands. Peter rolled onto his side and pushed himself against Sawyer. He wanted to be as close to him as possible. Sawyer pulled him tight and wrapped his arm over him so that he could feel his heart beating as they relaxed together. They lay that way for close to half an hour before Sawyer decided he need to get up, clean and take care of Peter. He got a couple of clean towels, some water and soap and gently cleaned him off. He dried his front side and applied some lotion and then turned him over and did the same on his backside.

Peter moaned appreciatively, “You are too good to me.”

“That’s a two way street,” Sawyer said quietly. He got up and made one pass outside to pick up their things, blew out the oil lamps and lay back down hugging Peter. He knew Peter was going to be so sore tomorrow. He just hoped Peter would feel the same way he felt tonight about what they had done. “Sweet dreams lover,” he whispered.