Chapter 15 Josh
Josh
I’d spent the last—honestly, no idea how long—staring at the ceiling, pulling uselessly at the restraints, trying not to think about how close I’d been, how unfair that was, how—
The door opened.
“This what you’ve been wanting to see?”
I turned my head, and promptly forgot how to breathe.
Dorian stepped inside, wearing the corset, looking like he’d appeared right out of a wet dream.
It fit him perfectly.
“Oh my god,” I whispered, unable to take my eyes off of him. “Fuck…”
Dorian’s smile deepened as he began sauntering over to the bed, unhurried, and so completely in control of himself in a way that made my pulse spike all over again.
“You like it?” he asked.
Like it?
That felt like the world’s biggest understatement.
“I—yeah,” I said, voice coming out rough. “Yeah, I—” I had to stop and drag in a breath. “You look… insane.”
His eyebrow lifted slightly. “Insane?”
“In a good way,” I said quickly. “In a really good way.”
God.
I could feel my face heating up.
“You’re not laughing,” I added, a little quieter.
That had been the fear, hadn’t it?
That he’d think it was weird. Or stupid. Or—
“No,” Dorian said simply. He reached the edge of the bed and looked down at me spread-eagled, his expression shifting—less amused now, more focused. “Why would I laugh?”
I hesitated, then admitted, “I didn’t know if you’d… get it.”
“I get it, angel.” Dorian’s hand came up, fingers brushing down the front of the corset, like he was still getting used to the feel of it himself.
“You picked this out while thinking about me?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
“Y-yeah,” I stuttered, desperately wanting to touch, but getting held back by the cuffs whenever my hands tried.
“Measured me too? It fits a lot better than I would have expected.”
I froze.
Oh no.
Oh no, no, no—
“Maybe?” I said weakly.
He snorted. “When? While I was sleeping?”
“Ugh… I know,” I groaned. “I’m sorry, that was—”
“A bit creepy. I’m sort of proud of you,” he teased, making my face heat. “So you took my measurements while I was asleep, picked out one that you thought would look good on me, had it delivered, and then, what? Were you planning on just hiding it for the rest of our lives?”
“I don’t know!” I squeaked.
Dorian’s eyes sparkled with that mix of amusement and hunger that always made my stomach flip.
He leaned over me, his fingers trailing from the corset down to my chest, ghosting over my skin without quite touching where I ached most. The cuffs bit into my wrists and ankles, holding me spread out on the bed, completely at his mercy.
“Well, now that I have it on,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, “what do you want to do about it?”
I swallowed hard, my cock throbbing against the tight grip of the ring, every denied pulse from earlier screaming for attention. “I want to… touch you. Please. Let me—”
He tilted his head, considering, but didn’t move to release me; instead, his smile turned wicked. “No, Josh.”
My breath hitched, a whine escaping my throat as I tugged at the restraints again, the metal clinking uselessly. “Dorian…”
“Shh.” His hand cupped my jaw, thumb pressing into my bottom lip. “You’ve been such a good boy. Depending on what you were hiding from me, I was going to probably punish you, but I think you deserve a reward for giving me such a nice gift.”
“Please…”
He straightened, shedding his pants with deliberate slowness, his cock hard and curving up against his stomach.
The corset framed him perfectly, hugging his torso, and making his pale skin glow under the dim playroom lights.
He climbed onto the bed, straddling my hips without touching my straining dick yet, his thighs bracketing mine.
“Look at you,” he said, voice husky as he rocked forward just enough that his ass brushed the tip of my cock, sending a jolt through me. “Who knew my nice big brother would grow up to be such a whore?”
“Please fuck me, sir, please let me come!” I begged, my eyes locked on where our bodies almost connected. “Please, Dori… fuck, I need—”
“What are you?”
“A whore,” I rasped.
“Whose whore are you?”
“Yours. Always yours.”
Dori smirked, then asked, “If you’re mine, then I can use you however I want, right?”
I nodded quickly. “Yes, sir, please use me!”
He grabbed the lube from the nightstand, and my hole throbbed with want. He was finally going to fuck me, and then I’d get to come.
But after slicking his fingers generously, he reached in the wrong direction. I stared at his hand, utterly confused, as it headed in the opposite direction of where it needed to be.
Dorian chuckled cruelly from above me, and my head whipped up to figure out what was happening.
“Your head is so adorably empty sometimes. Why do you look so forlorn, babe? Didn’t you agree that your body is mine to use?”
His face tensed for a second before he let out a small grunt. Movement drew my gaze downward again, to his fingers that were sliding in and out of his hole. The sight alone had precum leaking from me, pooling on my stomach.
“I—You—”
“If your hole is my cocksleeve, then I think that makes your cock my dildo,” he mused.
I shuddered from the arousal caused by his words.
“But you usually top…” I started.
“Yeah,” he answered, panting as he pushed in a third finger, stretching himself wider. “And I love that hungry hole, but sometimes I feel like something else, you know? It just so happens that now is one of those times.”
“Oh,” I gasped, hips bucking involuntarily, but the ankle cuffs held me down, limiting me to tiny twitches. “I… I haven’t… um… fucked anyone for a long time.”
“I know. That’s why I’m keeping the cock ring on. Don’t want you coming the second we start,” he said matter-of-factly.
I squirmed from the mix of embarrassment and humiliation that came from that statement.
He said it like he knew I’d lose it like a one-pump chump.
It wasn’t my fault, though! Not only was I already desperate to come, but I assumed my dick would probably go haywire being squeezed by a tight hole for the first time in years.
Apparently satisfied with how much he’d stretched himself, he pulled out his fingers and, with a smile, reached forward to shove them in my mouth.
I groaned at the taste, eyelids fluttering half-shut as my tongue swirled around, lapping over every centimeter of skin.
“Do you like how your little brother tastes, angel?”
I moaned a broken, “mhm.”
With his other hand, he coated my cock in a layer of lube, his grip firm and teasing, stroking from base to tip until I was groaning and begging incoherently around his fingers.
Then, finally, he positioned himself above me, the head of my dick nudging his entrance.
My eyes went wide, and he pulled his fingers, soaked with spit, from my lips.
“Eyes on me, Josh,” he commanded, beginning to sink down slowly. Inch by inch, his tight heat swallowed me, clenching around my length as he took me deeper. I felt every ridge, every pulse. The way he controlled the descent by keeping things slow, tortured me.
“Dori,” I moaned, head falling back against the pillow. I forced my gaze up to his face—lips parted, eyes dark with lust. The corset shifted with his movements, laces straining as he bottomed out, my cock buried fully inside him.
He paused there, grinding down in a circle that made stars burst behind my eyelids. “How’s that feel? Knowing you can’t thrust, can’t grab me? You just have to lie there and fucking take it.”
“A-amazing,” I panted, voice breaking. “So—so tight… you’re squeezing me so good. Oh my god.”
Dorian’s hands braced on my chest, nails digging in as he lifted up, then dropped back down, setting a rhythm that was all him—slow at first, savoring the drag, then picking up speed. His ass slapped against my thighs with each bounce, the wet sounds filling the room alongside my desperate moans.
“Please! Please!”
I strained against the cuffs, wanting to arch up into him, to match his pace, but he pinned me with his weight, dictating everything.
“Not yet,” he growled when I got too close, slowing to a torturous roll of his hips. “You come when I allow you to. Hold it.”
The cock ring made it hell, amplifying the build-up, every clench of his walls pushing me to the edge without letting me fall. Sweat beaded on his skin, trickling down as I watched his cock bob with each rise and fall, leaking onto my stomach.
“Watch me.” He smirked, wrapping a hand around his shaft, pumping in time with the rolls of his hips. The sight—him jerking off while fucking himself on me—had me throbbing inside him, my balls drawing tight.
“Dorian, please… I’m—”
“Almost,” he gasped, his movements turning erratic, chasing his peak. He clenched down hard, riding me faster, the friction becoming unbearable. “Now, angel. Fill me up.”
The command shattered me. I cried out, hips jerking as much as the restraints allowed, cum pulsing deep into him in hot spurts. Dorian followed seconds later, his release spilling over his fist and onto my chest, body shuddering as he milked every drop from me.
He collapsed forward, still seated on my cock, his forehead resting against mine. Our breaths mingled, ragged and synced, as he finally reached up to unlock the cuffs on my wrists. My arms came around him immediately, pulling him close, even as my ankles stayed bound.
“Good boy,” he whispered, nipping at my ear. “You took that so well.”
I buried my face in his neck, inhaling the scent of him mixed with sex. “Thank you. Fuck, that was… intense.”
He chuckled, lifting his head to kiss me deeply, tongue claiming my mouth. “We’re not done yet. But you rest those arms. I decide when the rest comes off.”
Spent, tied down, and utterly his, I couldn’t wait to see what he’d command next.