Chapter 14 Dorian
Dorian
“Do you need me to make you tell me what’s going on?”
It was the next morning, and I was already tired of Josh doing a terrible job of hiding whatever it was from me.
Josh startled, almost launching a spoonful of protein cereal into the air. “I…”
“Listen, you’re cute when you’re nervous, but at this point, I’m becoming worried about your heart. Obviously, it’s something you’re having trouble confessing, so why don’t we take a little trip to the playroom?”
“To m-make me tell you?” he stammered, a worried frown on his face.
“Yes, Josh.”
His eyes got big. “That’s not necessary,” he said quickly. “I can just—”
“You can just what?” I asked mildly. “I’m done waiting for you to tell me on your own.”
Josh looked down at the bowl in his hands, muttered something under his breath, and shoved a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.
I leaned back in my chair, watching him with quiet amusement while I finished my coffee.
The kitchen was bright with sunlight pouring through the windows and catching in Josh’s hair. He was wearing a gray T-shirt and athletic shorts, and radiating big, sweet, nervous jock energy.
Josh chewed slowly, clearly trying to think his way out of this.
“So,” I said, tapping my fingers against my mug. “Are you going to tell me what you did?”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“That’s not what I asked. I already know you did something. I want to know what it was.”
He finished the last of his cereal with a cute furrow between his brows, then said carefully, “I just don’t think the playroom is necessary.”
“Oh, I think it might be.”
Josh rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “That sounds ominous when you say it like that.”
“Does it?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
“You’re not going to drop this, are you?”
“No.”
Josh sighed, then stood and carried his bowl to the sink, rinsing it out while I slowly finished my coffee.
I could practically see the gears turning in his head.
He was debating whether to confess voluntarily.
Unfortunately for him, or fortunately, depending on the way you look at things, I’d already made up my mind.
“Come on.” I nodded toward the stairs. “You’ll feel better once you’ve told me. Might get an orgasm out of it as well.”
He followed me hesitantly, stopping at the base of the stairs. I turned to look at him from halfway up, starting to get a bit impatient, but not wanting to scare him off.
“Um… You have to promise you won’t be mad…”
“Josh, unless you opened your legs for somebody else, I promise you, nothing you could have done would actually anger me. Seriously. Did you commit a crime? ‘Cause that’s fine.”
“N-no… well…”
“Well, what?” I demanded, suddenly concerned. “Did you fucking cheat on me?”
“No!” he exclaimed, shaking his head vehemently. “No, I would never, Dori! Never—”
I took a step down and softened my expression, holding my hand out for his. “Shhh, angel. You have nothing to worry about then. C’mon.”
His hand shook a little as he took mine, but he took a deep, steadying breath, and started up the stairs after me.
Soon, I was ushering him through the playroom’s doorway.
“Strip, big brother.”
He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing, and nodded.
His fingers fumbled with the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it up over his head to reveal the smooth, muscled planes of his chest and the light trail of hair leading down to his waistband.
He hooked his thumbs into his shorts next and shoved them down along with his boxers.
His cock hung semi-hard already, balls heavy beneath.
He stood there naked, hands twitching at his sides, trying to look anywhere but at me.
“Good boy. Under the pulley now.”
His cock twitched at my order, making me stifle a grin. I waited patiently as he crossed the room and stood under the overhead pulley we’d fixed to the ceiling a few months back.
“Hands behind your back,” I ordered, stepping closer.
He complied, wrists crossing at the base of his spine, chest thrusting out a bit.
I circled him slowly, trailing a finger along his shoulder blade, down the dip of his spine to the curve of his fat fucking ass.
He shivered, goosebumps rising on his skin and a drop of precum beading at the tip of his dick.
“You’re already leaking. Whatever this secret is, it’s got you worked up, doesn’t it? ”
I grabbed the leather cuffs from the nearby hook, snapping them around his wrists one at a time, the buckles clicking shut with finality.
Then I attached the chain from the overhead pulley, hoisting his arms up until he was stretched tall, standing on his tippy toes.
His muscles flexed, biceps bulging as he tested the hold, but it didn’t give.
“Dori… please,” he whispered, voice cracking.
“No,” I cut him off, grabbing his chin to force those gorgeous green eyes to mine. “You had your chance in the kitchen. Now we do it my way.”
I released him and stepped back to the toy wall, selecting a pair of nipple clamps with weighted chains. His eyes widened as I approached, but he didn’t protest—just bit his lip, breath quickening.
I pinched his left nipple first, rolling it between my fingers until it was hard, then attached the clamp. He hissed, body jerking. The right one got the same treatment, the metal teeth biting in just enough to sting. I tugged the chains lightly, watching his cock jump in response.
“Ow—fuck,” he gasped, head tipping back.
“Hmm… what to do,” I hummed, ignoring his complaints as I tugged harder.
I dropped to my knees in front of him, eye level with his thickening cock.
It was fully erect now, curving up toward his abs, veins pulsing.
I gripped the base, squeezing until he whimpered, then licked a slow stripe from balls to tip, tasting the salt of his skin.
His hips bucked involuntarily, but the restraints held him steady.
“Tell me what you did,” I murmured against his shaft, nipping at the sensitive underside.
“I… ah… I can’t—”
I sucked the head into my mouth then, hollowing my cheeks and swirling my tongue around the slit.
He moaned loudly, thighs trembling. I worked him deeper, bobbing my head, taking half his length while my hand pumped the rest. Saliva dripped down, coating his balls as I fondled them, rolling them in my palm.
He was thrusting shallowly now, chasing the heat of my mouth, but I pulled off with a wet pop right as his breath turned ragged.
“Hold on. I need you soft,” I decided.
“Wha—shit!” he yelled as I harshly pinched his balls and tugged them down hard.
I watched as he almost immediately softened, dancing on his toes, eyes watering from the sudden pain.
I stood, retrieving a cock ring, then came back, slipping it on his poor, flaccid shaft as he whined.
“There we go,” I murmured, slapping his cock to get another cute cry from him. He tried to glare at me, but it didn’t look very menacing, given his situation and the aggrieved pout on his lips.
I reached for a soft suede flogger, wanting this to lead to him begging to come, rather than overwhelming him with so much pain he’d need to safeword out of it. I knew his limits, and I especially knew the threshold for when he’d start begging to be fucked.
The first strike landed across his pecs, the tails whispering over his clamped nipples.
He yelped, body arching and swaying in the air.
I swung again, lighter, targeting his abs, then his thighs.
Red welts bloomed on his skin, his cock bobbing with each impact, untouched and rapidly hardening once more.
“Fuck—stop, I—”
Another lash, this one curling around to snap against his ass cheek.
He cried out, precum dripping steadily now, pooling on the floor at his feet.
I dropped the flogger and pressed my body against his from behind, grinding my clothed erection against his bound form.
My hands roamed—one tweaking the nipple chains, the other wrapping around his cock to stroke firmly, thumb circling the head.
“You can come only once you confess.” I bit his earlobe, then sucked it, my fist pumping faster.
He was close—I could feel it in the way his cock throbbed, his balls drawing up. “I… I ordered something… for you…”
I slowed my strokes to a torturous drag, edging him. “What?”
“I-I’m embarrassed…” he whimpered.
“Over something you bought for me?”
“It’s—I—”
“Tell me,” I ordered, my hand loosening around his cock but continuing its slow caress. “Don’t you want to come? Or did I read this wrong? Maybe you want to be soft again.” I dragged my hand down to his balls threateningly.
He let out a desperate cry, then pleaded, “No, no, please, I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you.”
“You have three seconds to start talking,” I said coldly, fingernails dragging along his sac.
When he hesitated again, I began to dig my nails in.
“Wait! Okay! It’s a corset!” he gasped out, chest heaving.
I froze, laughing softly against his neck, then went back to tugging on his cock—no nails involved. “A corset?”
“Y-yes,” he whined, hips jerking. “I saw it and thought… you’d look so hot in it. But I was scared you’d laugh or… or get mad…”
Relief and heat flooded me—fuck, that was hot, and definitely not something he should’ve been panicking over. I spun him in the chains, facing him, and crushed our mouths together, tongue fucking in deep while I jerked him off hard and fast.
“You’re so fucking cute, babe,” I growled against his lips. “God.”
“Please, can I come now? Please, sir,” he begged, eyes getting dazed.
I let go of his cock, resulting in a broken sob filling the room.
“Not just yet,” I told him.
“W-why? You—you said—” he cried, jerking against the cuffs.
I hushed him, then unclipped the clamps on his chest slowly, soothing the tender nipples with my tongue.
“Where did you hide it?” I asked, lowering the chain to free his wrists. He collapsed into my arms, nuzzling my chest even as he despaired from not being able to find release.
He hiccuped, following me as I helped him over to the bed. “If I tell you, then can I come?”
“Yeah, baby,” I promised, stroking his hair and holding his hand as he lowered himself onto the mattress.
Once he was settled on his back, I grabbed the restraints that were already attached to each corner of the bed. I worked on securing each limb as he sniffled.
“It’s in the closet in the storage room downstairs… I hid it behind some winter stuff…”
“Good boy,” I crooned. “Is it still in its packaging?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
As I began to walk away, he seemed to panic, tugging uselessly against the cuffs. “N-no!” he yelled. “You—you promised! You promised! Please—”
I turned to look at him as I reached the door. “You’ll get to come, angel. Just sit tight for a few minutes, then I’ll give you an extra special reward, okay?”
“But…”
“With the corset on,” I added, opening the door.
His mouth dropped open.
I didn’t wait for a response.
I stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind me, the soft click cutting off whatever protest he’d been about to make.
For a moment, I just stood there.
A corset.
Josh had been spiraling for days—days—over a damn piece of clothing.
A slow smile pulled at my mouth.
“Silly, silly man, ” I murmured to myself, heading downstairs.
In a minute, I was in the extra room on the first floor that was probably meant to be an office or something, but had turned into a home for all the random shit we didn’t have a place for.
I flipped on the light and walked straight to the closet.
Sure enough, behind a stack of old winter clothes, there was a small box.
I pulled it out, turning it over in my hands before opening it.
Inside, folded carefully in tissue paper, was the corset.
I wasn’t sure why he’d been so weird about this.
It was heavier than I expected, and high-quality. The majority of it was this dark purple design that reminded me of aristocracy.
I turned it over, eyeing the lacing in the back. There was no way Josh had thought through the logistics of actually putting this thing on.
Which meant I was now responsible for figuring it out.
I grabbed my phone and, after a brief moment of consideration, searched for a tutorial.
A few seconds later, I had a video pulled up explaining how to put on a corset vest.
I leaned against the wall, half-watching, half-listening.
“Loosen the laces first…”
“Right,” I muttered, glancing down at the tightly threaded back.
That made sense.
I spent a minute working the laces loose, fingers tugging and adjusting until the structure relaxed enough to actually get into.
Then I set my phone down and shrugged out of my shirt.
The room was quiet except for the faint sound of the video still playing and the soft rustle of fabric as I picked the corset back up.
“Okay,” I said under my breath. “Let’s see what you saw, Josh.”
I slipped it on like a vest, guiding my arms through carefully.
The fabric settled against my torso, cool at first, but warming quickly against my skin. I adjusted it over my shoulders, then reached behind myself, fingers finding the laces again.
I couldn’t see what I was doing, which meant a lot of trial and error—pulling one side, then the other, tightening gradually the way the video had shown. The corset began to close around me, the structure firming as the laces drew tighter.
I worked slowly, making sure it sat evenly, tugging until it felt secure without being restrictive.
By the time I finished, I was breathing a little deeper—not strained, just aware of it.
I left the room to go to the half-bath near our living room, flicking on the light to look in the mirror.
“Huh.”
The corset pulled in at my waist just enough to change the line of my body. My shoulders looked broader by comparison, my posture straighter without even trying.
The deep V framed my chest, drawing attention upward, while the dark fabric and black boning gave everything a sharper, more defined look. Sophisticated, even.
“You’ve been losing your mind over this?” I murmured, turning to get a look at the back. “Damn, my ass looks good.”
I adjusted the corset one last time, rolling my shoulders back slightly, getting used to the way it held me, then headed for the stairs.
Upstairs, I stopped just outside the playroom door.
On the other side, I could hear faint movement—Josh shifting, still waiting, still worked up, still overthinking everything.
I unlocked the door.
And stepped inside.
“This what you’ve been wanting to see?”