Chapter Four #4
“Uh, you mean from the enormous metal thing you have stuffed up my ass?”
Phil’s eyes narrowed. “Snarkiness counts as much as swearing.”
“Okay, okay. For real. Yes, I know what to expect with the plug, but it’s a big, fat no on everything else.”
“Then you’ll have to trust me, won’t you?”
The sincerity in Phil’s eyes was clear. His Master was in charge and he wouldn’t let him fall.
Terry let out a sigh. “Yes. I will.”
Phil leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. “That’s my good baby.” He straightened. “Hall pass. But no more swearing or back-talking going forward.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
Terry went back to his breathing. The urge to obsess over the whole TV remark was making him nuts, so he ran the names of his favorite movies through his head as a distraction.
He’d made it to the Hobbit trilogy when Phil reappeared in his vision.
Terry frowned, more confused than ever. The leather gear was gone and had been replaced with a T-shirt and sweats.
Phil smiled down at him, then placed a hand behind his head to help raise him more upright.
He held a glass of juice to Terry’s lips.
“This is a fresh orange and mango juice I pressed earlier today.”
The first taste of the slightly sweet liquid mixed with tart burst on his tongue, and he had to control the desire to gulp it down. It was damn good.
Phil took the glass away when Terry had finished half. “More?”
Terry nodded. “Please. It’s awesome.”
Phil grinned. “Thank you.”
Once Terry had finished, Phil set the glass on the nightstand before climbing into bed with him. He picked up the remote and pointed it at the TV mounted on the wall across from the bed.
“Let me know if you get hungry or thirsty, if you need to use the bathroom.” Phil said it off-handedly as he flipped through the Netflix selections. “Action, comedy, or…?”
“I, uh…”
He didn’t want to safeword over a movie selection, but he was thoroughly confused, and Phil knew how much Terry hated not knowing what was going on.
Phil glanced at him. “Thoughts?”
“Matches.”
Phil set down the remote. “Talk to me, baby.”
“I don’t understand what’s going on.”
Phil nodded. “Okay. Why do you feel you need to?”
Terry tried not to huff. “Because, I told you already. I start wondering about it, get really worked up and can’t think about anything else.”
“What has you so concerned about what we’re doing right now?”
Is he even listening to me? “I just told you.” Terry kept as much snark as possible out of his voice.
“Right. But you also told me that you wanted to learn how to keep the noise out of your head, that it was something you wanted for us to work on together. Are you experiencing bad pain, or emotional distress, fear, sadness? Anything you can’t handle?
” Phil placed a gentle hand on his belly.
“And there’s no judgment if you are. That’s the exact reason you have your safeword.
” Phil nodded at Terry’s obvious predicament.
“Particularly in a situation like this when you’re incapacitated. ”
Terry shook his head. “No, nothing like that.”
“Then can you trust that everything I’m doing right now is for your benefit, even if it isn’t clear to you?”
Phil held his gaze and Terry knew the truth of his words.
“Flame.”
Phil brushed their lips together then whispered against them. “Very proud of you right now.”
Okay. That alone makes this all worth it. And Phil was right. The rope before, the cuffs now, the forced arousal—all of it was damn hot. Maybe if he quit questioning, he could actually let go and enjoy it.
Phil had gone back to scrolling through their movie watchlist. “Of course, I could find some porn if you’re more in the mood for that.” Phil gave him a sideways glance and smirk.
“Action.” There was no fucking way he was watching porn while he was all trussed up the way he was.
Phil had the nerve to chuckle. “Good choice for you, not as much fun for me.”
Once they’d settled on a film, Phil made good on his word.
He snuggled up to Terry as they watched the movie and Terry found himself more than once completely forgetting that he was plugged and cuffed to the bed, his cock and balls tied up and swollen.
However, any movement reminded him immediately.
Phil idly tweaked one of Terry’s nipples.
“Hey!”
“Shh. I can’t hear the dialogue.” Phil flicked the other one.
Terry bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out. Wouldn’t want him to miss any lines from the fucking movie.
The teasing increased, and there wasn’t the slightest chance he could ignore his heated erection or aching balls. Need coiled low in his belly and cock ring or not, he wasn’t sure if he could hold back if things got too much more intense.
Phil ran a finger over one full ball then the next, his touch both soft and maddening as he continued to trail it over Terry’s sensitive skin.
Even as he continued to torture Terry, Phil’s eyes never left the screen.
Soon, he mapped out Terry’s body, his palm moving gently, bringing his nerves to the surface.
It was as if Terry was no longer solid, as if he were simply sensation and nothing else.
Terry cried out as Phil’s hot, wet tongue lapped at his tip again. He managed not to swear, but made plenty of pained sounds instead.
“I think I’ll pause the movie, if you don’t mind.”
Oh, thank God he stopped licking me. He never imagined he’d ever think such a thing.
“Mmm.” Phil shoved his hand down his sweatpants and it was blatantly clear what he was doing.
“Do you have any idea how turned on you make me, baby? Look at you. Cuffed to my bed, your prick hard and flushed, glistening from my spit and your pre-cum. And to know that your ass is stretched and lubed, waiting for me if I should need it…” Phil’s hand worked his own dick under the cover of his loose pants. “I can’t decide which one I want.”
Which one?
It was Terry’s turn to be proud of himself. He wouldn’t ask, he’d leave it up to Phil to determine whether or not Terry needed to know.
Phil drew his hand out of his pants. “It’s been so long since I’ve been filled, and how can I resist that glorious, fully erect cock just waiting for me?”
Holy shit.
He’d never fucked Phil the entire time he’d known him. Although, under the circumstances, Terry had little doubt he wouldn’t be the one doing the fucking. It was more that Phil would fuck himself by using Terry’s body.
Small beads of sweat formed at his hairline, his upper lip. Just the thought was going to make Terry shoot and Phil hadn’t even impaled himself yet.
Phil rose from the bed, dropped his pants then reached into the nightstand drawer.
He pulled out a tube of slick and squirted some onto his fingers.
Phil reached behind himself, his eyes closing as he licked his lips.
He moved his arm, undoubtedly fingering his own ass. The sight had Terry transfixed.
Phil pulled his fingers out then picked up the lube again. This time, he squirted some on Terry’s heated erection, the coolness of the liquid causing him to jump, the plug giving him a sharp zing of pleasure. His heart jackhammered, sweat pouring freely as he fought the urge to come.
“Sir, I want to obey you, more than anything, but this…” Terry swallowed without any spit. “It’s too much, too hot.”
Phil gave him a knowing smile. “I’ll admit, this wasn’t part of my original agenda, but I couldn’t pass it up.” Phil pumped his own rigid flesh as he straddled Terry. “Hold back until I come on you. I want to feel you shooting inside of me when it happens.”
Terry almost cried in relief. “Thank you, Sir. Thank you so much.”
Phil grasped Terry’s imprisoned dick, guiding it to his hole.
The leather ties forming the ring that was attached to the base of Terry’s stiff flesh dug into his erection just enough to force a gasp out of him.
He still couldn’t believe he was about to be inside Phil, inside his Master.
Terry yanked viciously on the restraints as his cockhead breached the tight, velvet rim of Phil’s hole, the searing heat enveloping him as Phil sank down on Terry’s prick.
Phil stopped before placing any pressure on Terry’s obscenely swollen balls. But the vise-like grip on Terry’s throbbing shaft as Phil fucked him was its own agony. Up and down Phil rose again and again, bouncing on his cock, squeezing him until Terry thought he’d scream.
Soon Phil’s motions lost their rhythm and he braced himself on his knees, leaning over Terry. Phil grasped his own erection, jacking it harshly. He abruptly stopped, reached behind him then tugged on the binds at the base of Terry’s cock. They fell away and Phil grabbed his own cock again.
“Now!”
Phil gripped Terry’s dick with his ass and came in long arcs on Terry’s chest, some of Phil’s thick cum hitting his cheek, his chin.
The flutters in Phil’s channel sent Terry over the edge and he did scream this time as he pumped his own cum inside his Master’s ass.
Terry’s orgasm carried on until it made him dizzy.
He collapsed within the hold of the cuffs, but Phil covered his body as he panted in the aftermath.
Phil’s strong, rapid heartbeat thumped along with Terry’s, their skin pressed together with sweat and spunk cooling between them.
“Sir…” Terry couldn’t keep his eyes open. “My Master…”
He wanted to say something, anything that was coherent. Phil’s lips touching his pushed the thought right from his head. His Master had him, would take care of anything that needed to be taken care of. All that was left for Terry to do was lie there and let him.