Chapter 13 Harland #2
Lifting off of Max’s cock and giving him a stern look, Harland asked, “Do I need to tie you up?”
“Holy shit, yes. Please do.” Max put his hands back on the armrests, his chest heaving as he looked down at Harland with a heated gaze. His cock was bobbing in the air, twitching and leaking as it waited for attention, the bulb of his knot already starting to swell.
Harland flicked the engorged cockhead, sending it flying to the side and making Max whimper. He grinned and did the same to one of Max’s balls, resulting in a pained grunt followed by a moan.
“In that case, let’s move this to the playroom.”
“Yes,” Max said, his voice eager. “I want the sling. You should-”
Harland put his finger over Max’s lips. “Be a good boy and shut up, or do I need to gag you?”
Max nodded eagerly and Harland laughed. It seemed that Max was in the mood to be dominated.
Harland was happy to oblige.
Rising to his feet, Harland grabbed Max’s waist and hoisted him up over his shoulder. He slapped his ass, the thump of his hand hitting Max’s denim-clad butt not nearly as satisfying as the crack of skin meeting skin.
That would come soon enough, Harland consoled himself. He carried Max out of the office and made his way to the guest bedroom on the second floor that had inadvertently ended up as his and Max’s playroom.
Having run short on storage space in his walk-in closet, Max had started storing all of his impulse bondage gear purchases in one of the guest bedroom closets.
What had started as a collection of a few cuffs, collars, and straps had quickly grown to include several pieces of bondage furniture and a full wardrobe of roleplay outfits.
Harland’s only contributions to the ever-growing stash of gear were a thick red ball-gag and a pair of police-issue handcuffs.
“Down you go.” Harland kicked the door to the playroom shut behind him and dropped Max to the floor.
“So where do you want me?” Max asked, looking around eagerly as he kicked off his jeans and pulled off his shirt.
“In the stocks,” Harland said, stripping off his sweater and rolling his shoulders. He palmed his cock through his soft leather pants and nodded his chin toward the wooden pillory when Max didn’t get moving fast enough.
The stocks were in the open position, the wooden beam gleaming under the soft glow of the spotlights above, the metal hinges and lock freshly oiled.
“Not like that,” Harland interrupted when Max lowered himself down to place his wrists and throat down into the half-circle openings cut into the wood.
“What?” Max rose up, leaving his wrists in place, and looked at him in confusion.
“Turn around.” Harland grabbed Max’s shoulders and spun him around so that his back was facing the pillory. “Now lean back.”
“Like this?” Max asked, widening his stance to lower himself and then leaning back toward the open stocks like he was playing limbo.
“Just like that,” Harland agreed, guiding Max’s descent and grinning down at his nervous face. “Give me your wrists.”
Max lifted his wrists in the air, forced to rest his weight on his neck, his feet shifting on the floor as he tried to find the most comfortable way to stand.
Placing his wrists into the stocks, Harland closed the upper part of the beam and locked Max into place.
“Very nice,” Harland said, running his hand down the curve of Max’s exposed chest and tweaking his nipple. Like this, Max was looking up at the ceiling, his back sharply arched and his feet planted unsteadily on the floor.
Circling him, Harland admired the strength of his body and the firm dips and valleys of his muscles.
“Comfortable?” Harland asked, walking around to Max’s head and looking down at his face.
“Not really,” Max said, looking up at him. He shifted his feet again, moving back and forward as he tried to find the best angle for his back.
Harland leaned down and kissed him, licking over his lips while reaching over the wooden beam to give his nipples another twist.
Max whimpered, tugging on his trapped wrists while eagerly kissing Harland back.
“I think I’m going to flog your chest,” Harland said, standing up and pressing his bulge into Max’s face as he kept twisting and tugging on his nipples. He got progressively rougher, ending his ministration with a sharp pinch that had Max crying out. “But first, I think I promised to gag you.”
Harland walked over to one of the cabinets lining the wall. He retrieved his beloved red ball-gag, along with a medium-length flogger and some ball-weights that Max had bought a few months ago but which they hadn’t gotten around to using yet.
Holding the ball-gag by the straps, Harland rubbed the red rubber ball over Max’s lips, teasing him and bouncing the ball down on his nose and mouth a few times, before abruptly pushing it down past his teeth and bending down to fasten the strap behind his head.
Harland loved the way Max looked when he was gagged. He leaned in, pressing his face into Max’s temple, and kissing along the edge of the leather strap keeping the ball in place behind Max’s teeth.
He grabbed the sides of Max’s face, pinching his cheeks and giving his face a few light slaps.
The way Max’s cheeks bulged when he was gagged was so pretty.
“You look so handsome like this,” Harland said, giving Max’s cheek one final pinch before walking around to his front.
He made quick work of fastening the leather straps around the base of Max’s balls, attaching all the weights at once and unceremoniously dropping them down and making Max howl in pain.
“You can take it,” Harland said, flicking the underside of Max’s balls where they were pulled down by the leather strap. Max let out another cry, which quickly turned into a moan when Harland leaned in and took Max’s cock into his mouth.
Grabbing the weights dangling from Max’s balls, Harland alternated his licks and suction on Max’s cock with a few harsh tugs on his balls.
By the time Harland could feel Max getting ready to shoot his load, his mate’s thighs were trembling uncontrollably and there were sniffling cries coming from his mouth.
Sucking his finger into his mouth and getting it wet, Harland went down as deep as he could on Max’s cock, taking about half of him into his mouth, and reached up behind his taint to shove his finger up Max’s hole.
Finding his prostate, Harland increased his suction on Max’s cock and dug into the nub with merciless determination. When he felt the first spurt of Max’s orgasm making its way up the girthy shaft of his cock, he grabbed the weights dangling from his mate’s abused balls and tugged.
Max screamed, his legs collapsing and forcing Harland to hold him up even as he continued sucking him off and drinking down his load.
When Max finally finished spurting into his mouth, Harland popped off his cock with a final lick and helped him find his footing again.
Max mumbled something through the gag that might have been, “You fucking asshole.”
“What was that?” Harland picked up the flogger and let the leather strands rest on Max’s sweaty chest.
“Mn-ing,” Max said, his spent cock twitching.
“Nothing, huh?” Harland asked, lifting the flogger and bringing it down onto Max’s pecs with a crack. “It didn’t sound like nothing.”
Harland trailed the strands of the leather flogger over Max’s cock and weighted-down balls, making Max freeze completely.
“It’s been a while since we gave your balls a workout,” Harland mused, using the flogger to deliver a soft little blow to Max’s most vulnerable parts.
Max was iffy when it came to pain and his testicles. Some days he loved getting them worked over, able to take a staggering amount of abuse, while on others even the slightest touch had him using his safeword.
Today seemed to be somewhere in the middle.
“We’ll save that for later,” Harland mused, making Max relax. “I’m going to jerk off and flog your chest until I come. Any objection?”
Max shook his head. His cock, which had been in the process of flagging, was back to being rock hard.
“Good boy.” Unbuttoning the fly of his leather pants, Harland reached inside and pulled out his cock. He walked around to where Max’s head was sticking out of the pillory and grinned down at him. “Hi there.”
He dragged the tip of his cock over Max’s tear-stained cheeks, moving it around and making a mess, before milking a drop of pre-come onto the shiny surface of the red ball-gag stuck in his mouth.
“Ready?” he asked, draping the flogger over Max’s chest and dragging the strands back and forth over his muscular pecs.
“Mh-hm,” Max nodded.
“And you remember your safeword?”
Max snapped his fingers, the sound loud and familiar.
“Good boy.” Harland moved forward, stepping over Max’s head and putting his mate’s face between his leather-clad thighs. He squeezed down, trapping Max’s head between his quads, and lifted the flogger to deliver the first blow.
The sharp sound of leather on skin was like a thunderclap. Harland grabbed his cock by the base and squeezed, leering down at his mate’s dripping cock as he lifted the flogger to deliver the next blow.
For the next thirty minutes, Harland kept Max’s head trapped between his legs as he jerked his cock and went to town on his mate’s pecs.
Max held his composure for the first twenty minutes, but as Harland felt his orgasm approaching, he got mean.
He squeezed his thighs together with even more force, making Max grunt, and increased the speed of the flogger until it was just a blur and not even Max’s werewolf healing power could keep up with the blows.
By the time he shot his load all over Max’s chest, his thighs tensing hard enough to make Max start snapping his fingers, Harland had used the flogger to paint the muscular mounds a deep, angry red.
At the sound of Max’s safeword, Harland released his head from between his thighs and jumped back.
Max gasped for breath when his head was released from the tight prison of Harland’s thighs, his face red and sweaty, and laughed.
Freeing him from the stocks and taking out his gag, Harland manhandled Max over to the bed and lay down on top of him.
Max reached between them, his movements jerky and eager, finding Harland’s knot and giving it a squeeze that had Harland’s entire body shudder.
“Fuck me,” Max demanded, twisting around so that he was pushing his muscular ass up onto Harland’s crotch.
“I just came,” Harland objected. “My knot hasn’t even gone down.”
“In me,” Max demanded again, jerking himself off furiously. The weights were still attached to his balls, now resting on the mattress between his legs, and Harland could feel them against his leg when he shifted, the metal still warm from where they had rested against Max’s thighs.
“You asked for it,” Harland warned, lining up the tip of his cock with Max’s hole and pushing inside. Max gritted his teeth, his back arching, and grabbed onto the sheets of the bed with a white-knuckle grip.
“Fuck,” Max grunted, spreading his legs and breathing hard as Harland pushed more of his cock inside of him. Harland’s gut clenched, his toes curling as Max’s tight ass squeezed his sensitive cock.
The scent of his mate’s warm, sweaty body filled his nose, the little noises he made as Harland sank deeper and deeper like music to his ears.
He pushed inside until his knot was pressing against the stretched rim of Max’s hole.
“Take it,” Harland growled. He pushed, grabbing Max by the neck when he instinctively tried to squirm away from the large intrusion. He lowered his lips to Max’s ear and licked it. “Come on, Max. Open up for me. I know you can take it. Be a good boy for your alpha.”
Shuddering, Max relaxed his hole and Harland forced the swell of his knot past the tight opening. The squeeze was painful, but the reward when he popped the entirety of his knot into Max’s hole was worth it.
Rocking in place, Harland felt his balls pull tight and he was coming for the second time in less than ten minutes. He reached down under Max’s sweaty hips, finding his hard cock and jerking him over the edge with him.
“Bite me,” Max demanded, turning his head and exposing his throat. He thrust his hips, fucking his cock into Harland’s fist and his ass up on his cock. “Please, I want you to-”
Harland’s teeth sank into Max’s neck before he could finish the sentence. Max went limp, his chest rumbling with a pleased purring sound, his hole contracting rhythmically as he milked Harland’s knot and extracted every drop of come from his balls.
When he was done coming, his knot firmly seated in Max’s hole, Harland licked over the wound of his bite until he felt it close. Unlike his claiming bite from a few days ago, this one would fade, though knowing he had put it there still brought a dark curl of satisfaction.
“This is nice,” Max said, grabbing Harland’s arm and arranging it under his head so that he could use it as a pillow. “I think I’m going to take another nap.”
“You do that,” Harland said, kissing his cheek.