Part Eleven Fragile – Handle with Care #3
“Before you started writing your letters to me, you’d never even thought about nipple play, had you?”
Scott shook his head.
“Have you thought about it since?” Joe prompted.
“I’ve thought about w-when you…”
It sounded like he’d enjoyed the memories they’d made together, but hadn’t gone so far as to work on any new fantasies. “We can improve a hell of a lot on what I’ve done with you in the past,” Joe said. “Hop up.”
Scott must have worked out what Joe was going to order him to do, because he didn’t hesitate to get up into the chair. He even managed to keep his body language quite calm. It was only when their eyes met that his need for continued reassurance became clear.
“I always knew you’d look amazing in this sort of set-up.” Joe moved behind the chair as he spoke and lowered the frame down so it blocked Scott’s easiest escape route.
“If I intended to keep you in this chair all night—which I definitely will next time I put you in it—I’d put all the restraints in place.” He placed his hands on Scott’s shoulders.
Scott tilted his head back to try to look at his face.
“You won’t be able to do that next time,” Joe warned. He showed Scott the restraint attached to the headrest. “This would keep the back of your head pinned in place.”
Scott straightened his head and pressed it against the headrest.
“That’s right,” Joe said. “Just like that. I’d trap your arms against the armrests, too. Elbows, wrists, shoulders—all secured in place.” As Joe walked around the chair, Scott arranged himself neatly. His desire to be bound was obvious, but Joe didn’t indulge him this time.
“Your legs would be trapped too.”
Scott dutifully positioned his legs against the bondage. Obviously well into the right mind set, he didn’t move his head to look down.
He was perfect. Cock caged, neck collared, but without anything binding him to the chair apart from his own will, he’d never looked better.
The expression in his eyes, that steel strong determination to please his dom, along with that slight uncertainty that he’d prove capable of doing that, was the most glorious finishing touch.
“Perfect.”
Joe stepped closer and pulled a stool forward so he could sit comfortably at the right height to play.
Reaching past the frame, Joe rested his elbows against the solid steelwork and took each of Scott’s nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
Locking his eyes with Scott’s, Joe began slowly.
Being willing to show Scott a little of what he would do with him in the future wasn’t the same as being stupid enough to throw him into the deep end.
No real pain for now; nothing to scare Scott away before he really got started.
Joe just toyed with him, gradually increasing his sensitivity as he held his gaze.
“People are wrong to think that it’s only women who have sensitive nipples. Guys are just as capable of getting off on this kind of play.”
Scott’s expression faltered. He frowned slightly, but rather than nod the way Joe expected, Scott whispered, “Y-yes.”
A shot of pleasure raced down Joe’s spine as he realised that the bondage Scott was pretending passed across his forehead had stopped him communicating with one of his favourite gestures.
Joe tightened his grip, pinching Scott’s nipples more firmly as he rolled them between his fingers.
He gave Scott a few moments to get used to that before he altered his grip and let his thumb nails join in on the fun.
Scott’s breath caught in his throat. He swallowed rapidly. Joe felt each movement of Scott’s chest as Scott breathed deeply and tried to wrap his mind around the sensations racing through his body.
Scott closed his eyes and bit down on his bottom lip.
“I came here this afternoon and set everything up. I brought every toy I could possibly need with me. Blindfolds, hoods, every type of gag you can think of,” Joe said, casually. “I wouldn’t even need to dip into the toys the club owns.”
Scott blinked at him. Realisation dawned in his eyes. “If you w-w-want me blind or silent, you’ll d-d-do it yourself.”
It was almost a direct quote. Joe nodded his approval. “Until then, assume that I want to be able to look into your eyes and hear you whimper for me.”
As if unable to hold back for another second, Scott whimpered. The sound seemed to be dragged from every cell in his body.
“Good boy. Let me hear how frustrated you are.”
The shock in Scott’s expression made Joe chuckle. “Yes, I know. Playing with you and making you desperate to get off while keeping you caged is evil. But sometimes I like being evil.”
That, combined with a sharp pinch to each nipple, earned Joe a higher pitched whimper.
“I told you I didn’t put you in the cage just because it would help you not to come until you have permission, didn’t I?”
Scott groaned. It was as close to a verbal answer as Joe suspected he was capable of right then. He didn’t press him for actual words.
Joe released Scott’s nipples. They were already flushed and slightly swollen. Joe took two small silver clamps from his pocket.
Gripping Scott’s right nipple and pulling it away from his body, Joe put the rubber tips against his already sensitised flesh and slid the adjustment ring up to tighten it in place.
Scott moaned. His eyes rolled. Joe gently tugged at the clamp, then tightened it a little more before repeating the process on the other side of Scott’s chest.
Joe hadn’t expected Scott to be able to resist looking down to watch what he was doing but, God bless him, he didn’t move his scalp away from the headrest for a second.
His breathing was more rapid now, a little faster than was ideal. Joe wanted him on edge and loving it, but hyperventilating wasn’t part of the plan. He ran his knuckles up and down the centre line of Scott’s chest. “Good boy. That’s right. Take a minute and slow it all down now.”
There were small weights attached to the clamps; they moved with each breath Scott took.
When Joe sensed Scott was mentally ready, he indicated the frame in front of him and continued his tour of that particular piece of kit.
“This is to let someone put tension on the clamps.” He pulled one weight away from Scott’s body and stretched Scott’s nipple out toward the frame.
“There are so many games we could play in this chair.”
“Yes, s-sir.”
“But there are some things we can’t do in it.”
Scott met his gaze, obviously hoping for some clue as to what Joe wanted to do to him next.
As careful and gentle as Joe was being, he could see how far out of his comfort zone Scott was.
There were so many things someone could do to him in that club, and so many things that he obviously knew he didn’t have a clue about.
But at the same time, Joe had no doubt that Scott was hoping for information so that he could prepare himself and make sure he didn’t disappoint Joe by doing anything wrong.
His desire for information had nothing to do with any inclination towards self-preservation.
He was more under Joe’s control than any man had ever been, more dependent upon him, more willing to do whatever he wanted.
He was more of everything that Joe had always wanted in a sub, and more of the things he hadn’t realised he wanted until he met Scott, too.
Joe lifted up the frame.
Scott tensed up, but he still didn’t move out of his psychological bondage.
“Perfect.”
* * * * *
Scott nibbled at his bottom lip. Obviously perfect was a good thing—it might not be an accurate thing for Joe to call him, but it certainly wasn’t an insult.
Scott took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
The clamps Joe had put on his nipples tweaked different nerve endings in response.
Scott closed his eyes for a moment, but quickly opened them.
Joe had told him to keep his eyes open, and Scott couldn’t fail him now. He swallowed as the pressure to remain what Joe seemed willing to consider perfect weighed down against him.
Joe reached out and ran a fingertip across Scott’s forehead. “Pretend this bit of bondage is unfastened now.”
Freedom was a dangerous thing. It was far easier to do nothing imperfectly when he couldn’t move any part of his body. Scott would have much preferred to stay frozen in place, but he knew Joe giving him permission to move was tantamount to an order to alter his position.
Scott cautiously tipped his head forward and looked down at his own body.
Joe picked up one of the clamps, holding it away from Scott’s body so he could study it more easily.
The movement twisted his nerve endings again.
The sensation went straight to his cock.
Tearing his gaze away from the clamp and the small silver weight attached to it, Scott looked to the cage around his shaft.
He was leaking pre-cum through the tip of the cage. His stunted erection was pressed against the metalwork so firmly that his flesh seemed to bulge against the gaps between the bars.
Scott swallowed and looked back up at Joe.
“It’s hard to work out which bit of jewellery looks better on you,” Joe said.
Scott licked his lips. They were dry with either nerves or desire, but he didn’t actually manage to comment.
Joe released his hold on the nipple clamp and stood up. The weight swung down and bounced against Scott’s chest. Ignoring that as best he could, Scott tilted his head back to look at Joe, but he couldn’t hold his gaze for more than a second.
“Imagine all your bondage has been released. You’re free to move however you want.”
Scott suspected that Joe meant he was allowed to stretch out any muscles which were threatening to cramp up. But he couldn’t help himself taking complete advantage of the permission. He slid out of his chair and landed at Joe’s feet.