Chapter 11 Knot-tty for Charity
Knot-tty for Charity
Miles felt more confident as the morning went on, enough to talk to the festival-goers as he harnessed them.
It was surprisingly easy to ask them about their Folsom experience, or kink, or answer their questions about Shibari.
There were a couple of short lengths of jute in the booth as an object lesson, and Miles ended up hanging one from his belt.
It was easy to wrap it around someone so they could feel the difference between the cotton and jute, and how tantalizingly unforgiving the jute was, even just around the wrists in a makeshift pair of cuffs.
To his disappointment, they were too busy to really be social, though the people from May's charity and the other booth boys at "Bound & Proud" were warm and friendly.
He and Darren had a number of couples come through for harnesses who were cute and talkative, but they didn't really have time to get beyond niceties.
"I think we're going to have to do a beginner lesson at the bondage meetup group," Darren told him as he finished up another jute harness. "I've given out all of their cards."
"I'd like that," Miles replied, glad for an opportunity that would hopefully be slightly less hairy.
Darren beckoned the next pair forward - an eager, muscular man in minimal club wear and a puppy mask, and his smaller, shyer friend. "Hey guys, thanks so much for your donation. I'm Darren - I'll do your jute harness for you - and you can go see Miles for your blue one, sweetheart."
From the way the young man clutched his bundle of rope, he was unmistakably nervous.
He was almost overdressed for the weather in a white, short-sleeved button-down shirt and capris, wide-eyed behind his glasses.
Miles gave what he hoped was a reassuring smile.
"Hey, cutie. I'm Miles. What's your name? "
"Um - Chris. Sorry, I haven't really, um, done anything like this before." His hesitant smile was adorable.
Miles couldn't help but feel a bit of protective adoration for the young man. "It's alright. Everyone has to start somewhere. Don't worry, I get tied up all the time." He took the length of rope and began to uncoil it.
"You?" Chris's eyebrows rose. "But you're so strong?"
"Sure, but anyone can enjoy Shibari. Darren ties me up regularly.
Here, let me just show you what it's going to feel like around your chest. Hold your arms up for me.
" It had been easy to follow Darren's lead, mimicking his own introduction even with the softer rope.
"The first time I was put in Shibari, we spent ages just playing with the rope like this.
Just getting used to the feel of being restrained and how it moves against your body. "
It was delightfully easy to get the young man to relax, even laughing as Miles started to build his harness. He was adorable, eager and breathless, pulling out his phone to take down the information of the meetup group.
"The other kind of rope does look really good on Jay," he said softly, looking over to where Darren had run lengths of jute down between his friend's thighs on either side of his growing bulge.
Darren, catching their gaze, gave Miles a smile and a nod that was unmistakably encouraging.
Chris bit his lip as he looked up at Miles, dark eyes wide behind his glasses. "I don't suppose you could show me what it feels like, too?"
It was impossible to ignore the way the young man's soft, shy manner made his chest tighten. More importantly, Darren wanted him to act. "Give me your wrists," he murmured, pulling the length of jute from his belt.
Chris offered them up without question, breath coming faster as Miles looped and twisted the jute, pulling them tight together. "Oh.... It's hard...."
"It's a lot rougher than the cotton," Miles answered, his own voice unexpectedly husky.
"The rope locks in on itself when you twist and knot it like this, so it won't budge, no matter how much you struggle.
" It made the young man draw a soft gasp, arching closer to him as a visible shudder ran through his body.
"What happens next?" he asked, breathless. "Now that I'm all tied up and helpless...."
"It depends on what we've agreed on ahead of time," Miles felt the need to at least attempt a normal safety discussion, despite suddenly wanting to be anything but. "With you tied up and helpless, I could do anything I wanted to you."
A soft whimper escaped Chris's throat. He squirmed closer, his cock tenting his capris, pressing against Miles's thigh alongside the belt. "You've taken such good care of me, Daddy," he breathed, shy and eager at once in the most delectable way.
Daddy. The term was still jarring, and this time filled him with conflicting emotions.
This sweet young man, who was clearly offering himself to Miles, wasn't quite young enough to be his actual son, but it was difficult to shake off the idea.
At the same time, that single word amplified the shiver of protective adoration he'd felt earlier into a sudden blaze that went straight to his cock.
"It's my pleasure." He ought to let go of the jute and send the boy on his way. Instead, he found himself holding the rope tighter. "You look really good in your harness."
Chris flushed, wetting his lips. "Can I buy you a drink when you're done here? Jay likes handsome daddies, too...."
"I'm afraid I don't drink," Miles replied, feeling a small pang of regret for the loss of the social lubricant.
"Then maybe... maybe we could just meet up and hit up the bathroom?" Chris pressed closer, nearly trembling with excitement despite his voice being barely audible. "Please, Daddy, I really wanna thank you...."
Part of Miles's mind could already see the mechanics of it, thrilled by the proposition and how easy it would be to have such a sweet young thing helpless under him in passion. He glanced over at Darren, who was still watching with Chris's eager... friend? Boyfriend?
Darren tilted his head, his smile undoubtedly approving. Surely he could dominate that enthusiastic puppy with one finger.
It would be so easy... but was that really what he wanted?
Miles tightened the jute around his wrists, pulling him closer.
He pressed his thigh intentionally between Chris's, making the young man gasp.
"I'll be here pretty late, I'm afraid. But come to the bondage meetup.
We can grab a coffee afterwards. Maybe take a bit more time to let you try more Shibari? "
Chris nodded, despite his disappointment. "You sure you can't take a break? I'm really, really good at giving head...."
"Another time, sweetheart," Miles said. He pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth before releasing him, unwrapping the jute from his wrists. "Enjoy the rest of the festival, alright? See you at the meetup?"
"Enjoy the festival, cuties," Darren agreed, squeezing past him. "Hey Michael, I think we're running out of the red rope. Can I get into storage? Sarah, can you hold down the fort for ten?"
"Sure thing." Darren's domme gave them a smile, raising her eyebrows pointedly. "For as long as you need."
Michael handed across the keys to the cube truck with a smirk that was just as knowing, and Miles found himself towed out of the booth.
"Can you come up with me and help me find it?" Darren unlocked the roll-up door. As soon as they were inside, Miles pulled the door down again without question. It sent the inside of the sweltering cube truck into near darkness.
"Oh my God, that was so fucking hot." Darren's mouth crashed into his, pushing him back against the wall of the truck.
In the heat, his bare skin slid against Miles's, interrupted only by the lines of rope tied around their torsos.
Darren pushed a hand down the front of his spanks and underwear to palm his quickly swelling cock.
"Fuck, pet, watching that cute little twink simper and beg for Daddy's cock - ! "
"I didn't think it would be that hot," Miles admitted. He managed to get into the pocket of Darren's utili-kilt, encountering foil-wrapped condoms with a moan of relief. "Oh god yes, you came prepared."
"Always. Really wish we had time for you to rail me right now," Darren panted, rubbing and squeezing his cock eagerly. "And that we weren't in the back of a damn box truck. Gimme one, I wanna jerk you off."
Miles groaned, tearing one open with his teeth. He managed to tuck Darren's kilt up into his harness, rolling the lube-slick latex down his husband's straining shaft. "Fuck, he was so sweet and shy, Dare."
"Yess...." Darren rocked up into his grip as he started to jerk Miles off in kind.
Even with a condom on, the caress of his hand felt incredible after the tantalizing encounter.
"Is that the kind of sub that does it for you, pet?
" he purred against his mouth, smiling and breathless.
"An innocent little boy that you can throw around and have your way with? "
"Oh my god," Miles bit his lip on a groan, picturing it all too clearly. He raked his free hand down Darren's sweat-streaked back, pulling him closer. "Fuck. Fuck, I should have said yes, shouldn't I?"
"We should have dragged them both back here and had them on their knees.
" Darren's breath grew ragged against his lips.
His touch grew more urgent, twisting his fingers and caressing the head of his cock on each upstroke, just like he knew Miles loved.
"Fuck, husband. I wanna see that cute little twink on his knees begging for Daddy to claim him while I ram my cock down his boyfriend's throat. "
Everything Darren said was insanely tantalizing. Miles sucked at his throat, working Darren's cock as his own passion built swiftly. "You want to watch me throw him over that crate, Sir? Just rip down those cute shorts and fuck him hard?"
"Jesus, yes." Darren stuttered up into his grip, breathing hard. "Oh fuck, wanna watch you wreck that sweet young thing with your huge cock."
"And you'll fuck his boyfriend and make him watch?" Miles felt intoxicated by the idea. "You'd rail that slutty little puppy so hard, and he'd love every moment of it."
"Oh my god, yes," Darren panted, biting briefly at his neck. "Fuck, Miles. Wanna watch you rail that - ah - that sweet little twink. Stretch him open with your huge cock - pound into him until - until he can't remember his own name - and your cum is dripping down his thighs - !"
Miles couldn't say who came first, too caught up in his words and the eroticism of possibility.
He sucked on Darren's jaw, desperately trying to keep from making too much noise.
Jerking up, he exploded in Darren's grip, orgasm bursting white between his eyes.
Overwhelmed with pleasure, he kept stroking Darren's cock even as his husband pulsed in his fingers with a breathless cry.
Rutting against his palm, Darren's free hand dug into Miles's sweat-streaked back as he came apart, finally sagging against him. Spent.
Panting, mind reeling, Miles leaned back heavily against the truck wall. He ought to be thinking about cleanup, but he felt so damn good. "Oh my god."
Darren made an incredulous noise in agreement, letting his forehead fall against the wall by Miles's shoulder with a soft thunk. "Jesus Christ. We're dirty."
"Uh-huh." Miles swallowed, trying to bring his brain back online. "And they were way too young for us."
Darren let out a breathless laugh. "Yeah. It would have been really hot, though." He drew back to look at him in the dim light. "If we see them again though, I don't mind if you want to play for real, love. We could even take them back to Shimizu. Mal won't mind if we're late to her after-party."
The idea was deeply appealing, but at the same time, now that the heat of the moment had passed, it didn't sit right.
"Not... today. If we do a meetup and see them again, get to know them, then maybe?
I'm sorry, I think if we're going to actually.
.. I don't know, invest? In another couple?
I want to feel like we can at least be friends.
I don't think I actually want to be that kind of Daddy, either. It's really weird for me."
"Hey, I don't know if I want to be that kind of Daddy just 'cause I'm not ready to be that old." Darren's eyes sparkled in the near darkness. He stole a sweet kiss. "Alright. We'll look for partners closer to our age. I'm really, really glad we just did that, though."
"Yeah?"
"Mmm." Darren stole another soft kiss, voice lowering. "Now I know what kind of sub to recruit for my hot muscle husband to dom the hell out of."
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