Part Eleven Fragile – Handle with Care #4
His knees hit the ground hard, jolting his body and making the weights attached to his nipple clamps bounce and tug at invisible lines connected straight to every pleasure centre on his body. He ignored all that, leaned forward and rubbed his face against Joe’s fly.
Joe didn’t yell or order him away. That was all the encouragement Scott needed.
He pressed open-mouthed kisses against the front of Joe’s jeans.
His own cock was still trapped in the cage and unable to harden, but Joe didn’t have the same problem.
His erection flourished, just a thin layer of denim stopping it rising proudly away from his body and standing to complete attention.
Scott tried to move his hand up to undo Joe’s fly, but Joe slid his hand into Scott’s hair and pulled his face back into his crotch.
Scott whimpered and licked the denim, willing to make the most of what he was offered; but it wasn’t enough.
He needed Joe’s cock inside him. Joe had done as he had asked; he’d shown Scott how he’d have treated him if he had more experience.
Now, Scott desperately needed Joe to show him that he still wanted to screw him even though he was as clueless as hell.
“P-please,” Scott mumbled in Joe’s lap. “P-please, Joe. Please, S-sir.”
Joe let him whisper and beg for a few minutes as he worshiped his cock through the fabric, but all too soon, he crouched down in front of Scott, rendering his crotch completely inaccessible.
“I haven’t finished showing you what I’d have done with a more experienced man.”
Scott hesitated, but only for a moment. Despite his desire to howl his frustration like a wild wolf caught in a trap, Scott knew that Joe’s preferences would always be more important than his own. “W-w-whatever you w-want,” he gasped out.
“Good boy.” Joe kissed him—hard, fast, but all too brief. Before Scott knew what was happening, Joe was already straightening up.
Scott sat back on his heels and stared up at him. His lips were sensitive after spending so long working against denim. The kiss had left him raw and desperate, but Joe picked up the handle of Scott’s lead and gently tugged him forward.
“Come on, Scottie.”
As soon as he leaned forward, Scott gasped.
The new angle completely changed the way the nipple clamps pulled at him.
The silver weights were teardrop-shaped and swung back and forth beneath his body every time he moved a limb.
If he managed to go any distance without either moaning out loud or coming despite the cage, Scott knew it would be a miracle.
Dividing his time between looking up at Joe to try to read every hint of expression that passed across his face, and glancing in front of him to make sure he didn’t make a fool of himself by shuffling head-first into a piece of bondage furniture, Scott crawled at Joe’s heel toward the other side of the club.
Joe brought them to a stop in front of a length of wood. One-half of it was attached to the ground by huge metal bolts, the other half was hinged up. There were four semi-circular grooves cut out of each section.
“S-s-stocks,” Scott blurted out. He’d seen them in old Robin Hood movies. He knew what they were. He was sure he would be out of his depth again soon, but for a few seconds, he felt like a man who knew the answer to a question.
“Got it in one,” Joe said, ruffling Scott’s hair in praise. He nudged Scott forward. “Go ahead and try them out.”
Scott obeyed. Shuffling around to sit on the ground on the other side of the stocks, he placed his ankles in the centre two cut-outs and tried to line his wrists up with the two outside ones. He had to arch over in a really weird position, and even then his wrists didn’t line up as they should.
Sitting up, Scott pushed a hand through his hair. It wasn’t easy to think clearly when his entire nervous system screamed out in a complicated mixture of need, desire, and frustration.
It was several minutes before he managed to work out why the position didn’t feel quite right. He quickly rearranged himself, putting his ankles in the outside slots and his wrists in the inside ones. Everything lined up a bit better, but he still didn’t seem to be in a very useful position.
He frowned at the stocks. His heart raced faster and faster as he tried to work out what he was doing wrong. He was letting Joe down with his stupidity, and—
“T-two!” he blurted out as he realised what he was doing wrong.
He looked up at Joe. “The stocks are for two m-men, aren’t they, s-sir?
” He peered into Joe’s eyes, begging Joe to tell him that he’d guessed right, even if the idea that Joe might intend to bring another guy into the game scared the hell out of him.
“It could be used for two guys. I’ve seen them used that way. Or, there are a few different ways it can be used on one guy.”
Scott looked at the four cut-outs again, willing his brain to come up with the right solution.
Joe crouched down next to him.
Scott parted his lips, but Joe cut him off with a shake of the head. “Before you say anything, have I ever given you a row for not knowing how to do something?” Joe asked.
Scott took the question as rhetorical, until Joe remained silent for so long it became obvious that he wanted an answer.
Scott shook his head.
“So you have no reason to apologise. I’m far too turned on to want to give you a punishment spanking before I screw you, so no apologising for anything. I have no problem ordering you how to do things exactly the way I want you to do them.”
“P-please?” Scott whispered, looking up at him, more than ready to beg if an apology wasn’t acceptable.
“Of course,” Joe said, easily.
The moment the orders started flowing, Scott’s pulse steadied. Nothing could go wrong now. Everything would be fine. With the world broken down into command-size bites, Scott had nothing to fear.
Move onto your hands and knees. Put your ankles in the outside dips. That’s right. Now, lean forward. Put your cheek on the floor. Reach back between your legs and find the dips where your wrists fit in.
It all became so obvious when Joe took control. Head down, arse up. It not only made far more sense than any of the positions Scott had attempted, it also hinted that Joe might finally be finished with the tour and Scott might finally get Joe’s cock inside him.
Mouth or arse, Scott was flexible on the details. He just needed Joe’s cock; needed to feel Joe finding his pleasure inside his body.
In position, Scott waited expectantly, but for what felt like hours, nothing happened.
Scott tried to lift his head and catch a glimpse of Joe.
“I’m still here, just admiring the view,” Joe said. A second later, a hinge squeaked and Scott sensed the stocks come together over his wrist and ankle joints, trapping him in place.
Scott tensed. He was trapped—far more so than when he’d been in the bondage chair. The stocks weren’t a figment of his imagination. They weren’t going to disappear the moment he stopped pretending they were there.
He was trapped until Joe chose to release him. It scared him almost as much as it excited him.
“Such a pretty pose,” Joe said, running his hand down Scott’s back. He was obviously sitting directly behind Scott now. He slid one hand over each of Scott’s thighs.
Scott tried to relax, but it was as if every muscle Joe touched had a mind of its own—or, perhaps, as if his body was more interested in obeying Joe’s touch rather than Scott’s own brain.
He wasn’t in control of anything anymore. He closed his eyes and relished the knowledge.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Your cock in m-my arse.” Scott was so desperate for it; he wasn’t even embarrassed to blurt it out. “P-please, J-Joe. P-please.” Begging, pleading, anything which convinced Joe to screw him was worth it.
“You sure?” Joe asked, rubbing his hands over Scott’s backside. “There’s nothing else you want me to do first?”
“No, nothing else.” Scott let out a high-pitched whimper and shook his head, pushing his face into the floor. “P-please, let me have your cock!”
Joe chuckled, but he didn’t say no, and that was the only thing that mattered to Scott right then.
Joe pressed two lubed fingers against Scott’s hole and started to prepare him.
Scott guessed that was what Joe had been hinting at when he talked about doing something else first, but he was giving him his prep whether he’d remembered or not.
At least Joe wasn’t going teasingly slow. His movements were quick and deft, and Scott loved him for it even if they made his cock ache more than ever within its cage. He moaned as he tried to compliment Joe’s movements and make his enthusiasm clear.
Maybe that made a difference, maybe it didn’t. It was impossible to tell if Joe would have done anything faster or slower without his efforts. All that really mattered was that Scott soon felt the blunt tip of Joe’s cock pressing against his slicked hole.
One movement. Harsh and fast, Joe buried his cock in Scott all the way to the base.
Scott yelled out as Joe’s cock stretched his hole wide open and Joe’s hips collided with his upturned buttocks.
Like a lightning bolt shooting straight into his body, pleasure and pain sparked and scorched through him, burning up everything in its path until it hit his prostate and earthed itself in his cock.
His cock jerked inside the cage. If he’d thought that he’d been frustrated by the chastity device while wandering around the club, he quickly learned that he hadn’t even known what frustration was until he’d been screwed while caged.
But the cage also did its job. It was the only thing that stopped him coming from just that first thrust.
Instinct made Scott try to buck and struggle as if he could somehow get the chastity device off, but the stocks made any kind of real movement impossible. All he really did was moan and repeatedly clench his hole around Joe’s erection.