Part Eleven Fragile – Handle with Care #5
It was only when Scott managed to halt his attempts at frustrated wriggling that Joe began to move.
His thrusts were slow, but by no means lazy.
He pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained inside Scott’s body, then rammed back in to the hilt.
Each time, his hips connected hard with Scott’s buttocks and made him jerk against the stocks.
Joe’s aim was spot-on. Every thrust connected hard against Scott’s prostate. He felt pre-cum spurt from the tip of his cock in response. The angle at which he was bound meant it landed on his forearms. It did nothing to make him less frantic to come.
Time seemed to stretch out so each of Joe’s thrusts lasted hours, and Scott felt each millimetre of Joe’s cock spread him wide open. By the time Joe’s rhythm finally faltered and Scott sensed Joe’s orgasm overtake him, Scott was whimpering in time with Joe’s thrusts.
Scott gasped for breath as Joe finally stilled. Joe let out a groan full of satisfaction, but didn’t rush to pull his cock out of Scott’s arse, he just leaned forward and rested his hips against Scott’s buttocks.
“Are you ready to hear what I was going to offer to do before I screwed you, or are you still too impatient to let me have my say?” Joe asked when he’d caught his breath.
Eyes closed and face pressed against the rubber matting, Scott frowned. “Sir?”
“I thought you might have liked it if I’d taken the cage off,” Joe said, conversationally, as he separated their bodies.
Scott heard clothing rustle as Joe tidied himself up, but he couldn’t move a muscle—not to speak, not even to open his eyes, until he sensed Joe moving around. By the time Scott opened his eyes, Joe was sitting, neatly dressed, on the floor within his line of sight.
“I m-m-missed my chance,” Scott realised. His breath caught in his chest. His torso ached as if his heart was actually breaking.
Joe grinned. “You missed your first chance.”
Scott peered awkwardly up at him from his bound position. He was desperate to ask, but unwilling to risk interrupting. From now on he was simply going to listen to Joe and take every opportunity to hear any offers of any sort of chances.
“You lost the chance to come when I screwed you, but that’s never been the only thing I’ve wanted to do to your arse,” Joe said. He picked up the crop. “You remember your safe word?”
Scott nodded.
“If you say it, you’ll still be allowed to come, but if I think you didn’t say it when you needed to, I promise you you’ll spend so much time in chastity you won’t even be able to remember what an orgasm feels like by the time I unlock you again.”
And with that, Joe removed the cage.
Scott couldn’t see his cock, but he felt his erection spring free and straighten to point up toward his chest.
He gasped his relief. Even the bliss of being free enough to harden made his mind spin.
He heard Joe move again, but when he opened his eyes, the only part of Joe within his field of vision was one black boot. A tap against his upturned arse told him that Joe had picked up the crop again.
At any other time, Scott was sure he would have been as nervous as hell, but there wasn’t room for nerves inside his head. His entire being was too full of need and desperation.
Joe brought the crop down against Scott’s right buttock, slightly more firmly than he had before.
It still wasn’t painful, more a tease than anything else.
Scott helplessly moaned his frustration.
If Joe expected him to come from nothing more than the crop’s kiss, he’d need Joe to offer him a far more intense sensation.
“P-please?” Scott blurted out. “Joe, s-sir, m-m-master? Please!”
Joe didn’t reply, but he brought the crop down just a fraction harder. Begging worked! Scott was more than happy to beg if it got him more of whatever Joe was willing to offer him.
Words fell from his lips in a steady stream. He had no idea what most of them were. He didn’t care. As long as Joe kept bringing the crop down slightly harder each time, it was worth saying anything.
The leather slapped against his skin again and again. Scott moaned and whimpered in between his pleas, desperately trying to rock his hips and find something to hump against.
There was nothing within his reach. He was more helpless than he had ever felt in his life. The skin across his buttocks burned, but it was nothing compared to the ache in his balls. The need to come overwhelmed everything else in the world.
He had no idea how much his sanity had come to depend on the repetitive sharp slaps against his buttocks until they suddenly stopped.
Scott’s pleas stuck in his throat. Silence fell over the world.
Suddenly, another sensation came to Scott’s rescue. Nothing touched his cock, but he felt Joe’s fingers enter his hole. Scott held his breath until the air rushed out of his lungs when the crop suddenly came down on his right buttock again.
Scott jerked and tensed all his muscles, including the ones wrapped around Joe’s fingers.
Another slap on the other buttock; Scott clenched around Joe’s fingers again. The tip of one rubbed against Scott’s prostate.
His orgasm raced through him. His cock jerked. His cum exploded from the tip of his cock. It felt like part of his soul went with it. Some of his semen landed on the floor beneath him, but his position meant most seemed to hit his arms and chest.
If he hadn’t already been as flat on the floor as his bondage allowed, his orgasm would have felled him. Scott smiled against the rubber flooring under his cheek. His arse, his cock, his bound limbs, his whole body in fact, ached and throbbed. And all was right with the world.
“I can put you in the same position using a spreader bar and a set of cuffs at home,” Joe said as he ran his hand down Scott’s spine.
Scott murmured a response, glorying in the gentle, reassuring touch.
“Would you like that, being trapped head down and arse up whenever I wanted, for as long as I wanted? Would you like turning up at my place never knowing if this is where you’d end up?”
Scott nodded as well as his position allowed. He could see it all so clearly in his mind. He knew he’d love it just as much as he loved everything Joe did to him.
If it involved Joe, Scott would love it. If it included an orgasm as well, nothing could compare to it.
“Don’t move until I tell you to,” Joe said.
Scott sensed Joe lifting up the top part of the stocks, but obediently remained in position. He wasn’t actually sure if he could move on his own; every limb and joint had seized up.
The order to move never actually arrived—not as a verbal command anyway. Joe simply caught hold of Scott’s shoulders and levered him up.
Scott gasped at the sudden movement. His head spun. Pain spiked through his body as muscles that had been contorted into a strange position were jerked out of it without warning.
“The pain will pass. Just breathe through it.” Joe moved around in front of him and guided Scott to lean forward and rest against his body.
A few minutes passed. Joe took off the nipple clamps without a warning. It was like being struck by lightning. Scott couldn’t keep back a yell. His body took over and tried to curl him into a tiny ball, but Joe wouldn’t allow it. He pulled Scott around and made him sit up.
Licking his thumb, Joe gently caressed Scott’s right nipple before blowing on it. Even the air brushing against it made Scott tremble. He looked up at Joe—he was smiling.
“You still haven’t answered my questions,” Joe reminded him.
Scott trawled through his memories. Most of them were fuzzy. It wasn’t easy to remember words when both his nipples were on fire. “Yes, s-sir.”
* * * * *
Joe chuckled. “Do you even remember what I asked?”
Scott frowned.
Joe gave in to the temptation to circle one of Scott’s nipples with a fingertip while he waited for an answer. Even that gentle touch sent a shudder running through him.
“Your p-place. Spreader b-bar.”
“Good boy, that’s right.” Joe moved his attention to the other nipple.
“Answer is still the s-same. Yes, s-sir.” He looked up and met Joe’s eyes; such pure peace and acceptance in his expression.
The breath caught in Joe’s throat. God, but Scott was perfect.
“And clamps,” Joe pointed out. “I have lots of them at home.”
“Yes, sir. Any t-time you want.”
Joe pulled Scott up for a kiss. Part of him wanted to make it sweet and reassuring, but he couldn’t help but take possession of Scott’s mouth—to take the control Scott offered him so instinctively, so completely.
“Good boy,” he whispered against his lips, before he went back for that slightly sweeter kiss.
Finally, he made himself stand up and help Scott to his feet.
“We’re leaving, s-sir?” Scott asked, tentatively.
“Not immediately. We have some cleaning up to do first.”
Scott glanced at the play station with the stocks and the cum stains on the mat he’d been bound on. “Yes, s-sir.”
“And you should probably dress before we go,” Joe said. “As much as I’d love for you to ride home behind me nude, it’s too cold today.”
“Yes, s-sir.”
Joe grinned. If he’d ordered him to leave nude, he was sure Scott would actually do it. His submission was that deep. No survival instincts now; not even any nerves, just complete trust.
“Anyway, I’m looking forward to seeing you squirm when you feel your clothes against your skin.” He palmed Scott’s buttocks with one hand, pulling him close so Scott’s nipples rubbed against his chest.
Scott whimpered, but the only words that left his lips were another, “Yes, sir.”
So perfect, Joe thought to himself. And that gave him so many options.
The possibilities were endless with Scott.
As they made their way around, cleaning up the stations they used, Joe couldn’t help but realise that Scott’s depth of submission meant he might be able to enjoy doing things with him that rarely appealed to him with less spectacular submissives.
Joe’s cock hardened behind his fly. Yes, Scott was one of those guys he really did want in that very particular way. He had their next date planned already.