Chapter Six
Franco had to fight back a grin as he remembered Rico’s impudent remark about being chartreuse earlier. Maintaining his Dom-like demeanor with Rico would take every ounce of self-discipline he could muster.
“Tell me how you’re doing, boi?” Franco hoped the term put Rico in the right headspace for remembering who was in charge; similarly, when working with female subs, he often used baby or baby girl.
“Better, now that you’ve stopped what you were doing.” Before Franco could correct him, he quickly added, “Sir.”
Franco rubbed the sting out of the man’s ass, all the while admiring the red marks he’d placed there. “So that isn’t something you enjoy?”
“I’m not sure. At the time, no. But what you’re doing now feels good, Sir.”
Rico apparently wasn’t a pain slut but did enjoy some aspects of impact play. Franco would have to curb his enthusiasm for a harder paddling—unless, of course, his sub needed disciplining.
Too bad Rico is only yours for one night.
Franco squeezed Rico’s butt cheek as he continued to rub away the pain, then he gently stroked the skin before smacking it lightly with his hand, watching him clench.
Nice.
Wanting to play with his malesub’s balls while giving his sensitive cheeks a break, Franco went to the other side of the cross, facing Rico. “I’m going to lower the top half of the cross and bend you over.”
“Okay, Sir.” Franco heard the hesitancy in his voice, probably wondering what Franco had planned for him in this semiprone position. Good. He wanted to keep Rico guessing tonight.
Unhooking the lever, he slowly lowered the cross until it clicked into place. Franco trailed his fingertips down Rico’s back, watching the gooseflesh rise in their wake. The man had deliciously responsive skin. While Franco had never imagined having a chance to play with Rico in this manner, he didn’t want this night to end.
How had Rico learned about this club? It didn’t seem as if he’d played anywhere before, given how little he knew about the lifestyle and his own body’s wants and needs. Was Michelle a member?
Or had Angelina told him about it? They’d been close since she’d started high school.
Whoever, he silently thanked them. Now, time for more exploration. Rico had indicated he might be interested in cock and ball torture. Did he even know what that could mean with the wrong dominant? Rico didn’t seem to have masochistic tendencies, but of course, there were varying degrees of pain and discomfort that could be meted out. Franco wouldn’t pull out his most brutal cock cage tonight, but if Rico didn’t safeword with this one, eventually they could try others.
Returning to his toy bag, he pulled out the items he’d need.
“Spread your legs wider.” Rico complied but not far enough to his liking. “Wider still, boi.” Rico groaned a bit as he pushed his feet to his limits. Close enough. Franco wrapped a cuff slightly above each ankle and attached them to one end of his spreader bar. After nudging Rico’s legs even farther apart, loving the sound of another groan, Franco attached the opposite end to the spreader. That should keep him from impeding Franco’s enjoyment of Rico’s beautiful body.
He gathered a few more items from the bag and set them on a shelf inset in the wall to be ready when he needed them. Sensation play might be a good place to start with a newbie like Rico, so he picked up an ostrich feather. Franco began by drawing the tip up and down the backs of Rico’s thighs a few times. The sight of Rico’s balls peeking out from his G-string tantalized Franco. He let the feather flutter across them, watching the skin pucker up as Rico’s nuts tightened.
Moving the feather to his nondominant hand, he picked up the Wartenberg pinwheel with the other. The sharp spikes dug into the backs of Rico’s thighs, making him hiss when drawn over his reddened ass. Franco pressed hard enough to leave track marks, and when he drew nearer to Rico’s balls, the sub visibly tried to protect his exposed testicles but couldn’t move because of his restraints.
Rico’s sudden intake of breath at the initial contact of the Wartenberg wheel on his ultrasensitive skin made Franco grin.
You haven’t seen anything yet, boi.
He loved to work with new submissives, but the fact that he was playing with Rico made the experience doubly enjoyable for some reason.
Still, he didn’t apply as much pressure to Rico’s balls as he had his thighs and butt. His sub had likely anticipated Franco would use the same amount of pressure everywhere. Franco loved keeping a submissive guessing.
Could he push Rico without overstepping his limits? Of course, part of what he needed to do tonight was determine what those limits were.
Returning to his toy bag again, he decided to try something he wouldn’t normally do with a first-timer, but he and Rico already had an element of trust. He pulled out what resembled a santoku knife and flashed it in front of Rico’s face. Rico had consented to knife play without bloodletting, so Franco didn’t have to ask if he wanted to try it. But when Rico saw the knife, his olive skin turned ashen.
“I’m aware of your hard limit on blood. This knife will only be used to heighten your senses tonight. Do you trust me, Rico?” He chose to use his given name, reminding him of their past history and friendship, because he really wanted a chance to play with this knife’s edge on Rico’s ass.
Rico nodded.
“Use your words.”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
Franco stepped out of Rico’s field of vision and smiled. That’s all he needed to hear.
“You have your safewords, if you need them. Tell me again what they are, boi.”
“Red for stop and yellow to slow down.”
Using the blunt back edge of the knife at first, he scraped it along Rico’s shoulders. Again, that delightful intake of breath at first contact made Franco’s cock grow stiff. Too bad they couldn’t have sex.
“Do. Not. Move. A. Single. Inch.” Franco warned. “I don’t want to accidentally cut you.” Rico’s body went rigid.
Damn, I love his responsiveness.
“Breathe, boi.”
Would they ever play together again? He pushed the thought away to stay in the moment. But he intended to make tonight count for years of fantasies, just in case this was their only chance.
Without actually turning the blade to the sharper side—unsure how Rico would react and concerned about cutting him—Franco bore down on the blade as he drew the edge more firmly down the length of Rico’s back. The sub didn’t move a muscle.
“That’s my good boi. Remember to breathe.” Rico’s breathing remained shallow, probably because he feared moving into the blade as Franco scraped the knife up his back and held it between Rico’s shoulder blades, putting pressure over the place that would have to move if he filled his lungs. A test.
“Breathe.”
The knife left an impression in Rico’s skin as he inhaled apprehensively. But he filled his lungs, albeit slowly.
He trusts me.
The thought filled Franco with a sense of pride and fulfillment he hadn’t experienced with any other submissive before this. He hadn’t known what he’d been missing in being a Dom until now.
Rico slowly expanded his lungs, feeling the knife cutting into his skin. Or was it? He didn’t feel the wetness of blood, and Franco had promised not to actually cut him.
I trust him with my life.
And he did. Even though they’d grown apart since high school, they’d always picked up where they’d left off when together at Giardano family events.
But this was a whole different level of trust, one Rico had never expected to experience with Franco so quickly. The jury was still out on whether he enjoyed BDSM, but Rico wanted to keep an open mind.
He definitely wouldn’t say that his stress level was lower at the moment, though.
“Exhale,” Franco commanded. A thrill ran down Rico’s spine at how authoritative his friend’s voice had become. Why Rico suddenly needed instructions on how to breathe, he didn’t know, but Rico did as he’d been told.
Do as your Dom says.
Filling his lungs again slowly, he tried to develop a rhythmic breathing pattern. When Franco pressed the knife against his ass, the blade felt colder. Was that a trickle of blood? Rico tensed every muscle in his backside, trying to make the target smaller and harder to cut perhaps. His skin was no match for that knife, though.
“Color?” Franco demanded.
“Lemon yellow, Sir.” He wasn’t sure he liked this at all but wanted to keep an open mind. “It feels like I’m being cut.”
Franco stopped what he was doing. Rico took a deep breath, relieving the burning sensation of deprived oxygen and no longer worried the movement of breathing would result in an injury.
“What did you enjoy about the knife play?”
Enjoy?
“I suppose the thrill of danger—until the fear won out, Sir.”
“Was the fear valid?”
“Certainly seemed so from this end.” Before he could be reprimanded, he added, “Sir.”
Next, Franco walked around to where Rico could see him. In his hand, he held a credit card, rather than a knife. It seemed shiny as if wet.
“I never cut your ass, boi.” Franco stroked Rico’s back with his other hand as if to show his gentle, less scary side. “What you felt there was the credit card that had been stored in ice water until needed.”
Relief spread through Rico and his chest slumped against the cross.
“That, my boi, is what’s known as a mindfuck. I can see you’re going to be a lot of fun to play with, Rico.” Did calling him by his given name indicate playtime was over tonight?
“Please, Sir, may I have some more?”
Franco chuckled, the rich sound sending a shiver down Rico’s spine. “As you wish. Let’s move on to something else now.”
Yes!
Would Franco work down the entire list of things Rico had said he was curious about? While he hadn’t gone into depth on any one thing, this session should help Rico figure out what he liked and, more importantly, didn’t.
Franco stood behind him, squeezing and kneading Rico’s ass. Was he going to paddle him again? What would it feel like to have Franco’s bare hand swatting him? Honestly, he’d rather be turned over the man’s knee and spanked than strapped to this contraption and whipped. Or perhaps try out that bench across the room he supposed was intended for spanking.
Despite Franco’s gaze already being able to see just about every part of his anatomy in the G-string, he slipped Rico’s cock and balls out of their pouch, tugging on the thong and sawing it back and forth across his sensitive hole, which began to tingle again. Okay, paddling at the moment held less appeal. Having Franco touching him like that, though, caused him to clench his sphincter in anticipation. Rico closed his eyes.
With his junk dangling, his legs spread wide, and being completely unable to protect himself from whatever Franco wanted to inflict upon him—unless he used his safewords—Rico’s level of vulnerability ramped up. He drew a deep, slow breath and let it out just as slowly.
Franco leaned over Rico’s back, his hard cock pressing against Rico’s bare ass, and whispered, “One day, I’m going to wrap your cock and balls in rope and torture you.”
“No time like the present, Sir.” Rico’s voice sounded winded as if he’d just run the 1500 meter.
Franco stood again, making Rico miss having his weight press him against the wood of the cross. But the promise of more to come left him at a heightened state of arousal.
Please don’t let this be a one-and-done experience.
Knowing there would be other times took away some of the angst and pressure on Rico to experience everything tonight. Still, he wondered why Franco had exposed his junk if not to play with him.
Franco removed something from the shelf above them and then lifted Rico’s cock. “Hmm. We’re going to have to do something about this.”
Suck it! Better yet, stroke it, Sir!
Normally, he’d prefer having Franco’s mouth on his hole, but any contact with Franco would be welcome tonight.
Instead, Franco released him and walked to the corner where he ran water in a sink Rico hadn’t noticed before. When he returned, Rico nearly jumped out of his restraints when Franco’s freezing fingers wrapped around his cock again.
“Jesus! What the fuck are you doing?”
Franco released him and swatted him once on each cheek. “Is that how you address your Dom, boi?”
Rico gasped for breath as his cock shriveled up.
“No, Sir. Sorry. I just wasn’t expecting that, is all.”
“You aren’t supposed to expect anything, but you will accept whatever your Dom chooses to do to you, unless you use your safeword.”
How Franco could go from touching him sensuously to emasculating him in such a short time was beyond Rico’s comprehension.
“Yes, Sir.”
Franco wrapped his fingers around the base of Rico’s cock, and then around his balls before returning to his toy bag for something else. The familiar sound of lube squirting from a tube raised Rico’s hopes again. Franco took his limp cock in hand and rubbed lube on the length of it, holding it out as if measuring it. Did he prefer a cut penis, like Rico’s, or an uncut one?
Rico felt the familiar tightening of his sac as his excitement and anticipation built, but it was short-lived. Franco gently pushed Rico’s cock inside what felt like some cold metal contraption and snapped a lock into place.
Wait. Why is he confining my cock in…
Oh fuck. I said I’d try CBT, didn’t I?
“Fits perfectly,” Franco remarked after clamping a ring around the base of Rico’s cock. While it wasn’t overly tight, Rico worried that the mechanism might become so if he became erect. However, the cage was decidedly unsexy, so what were the chances of that happening?
Franco stepped back, apparently to admire his handiwork. “We’ll give that a try and see how you enjoy a cock cage.”
Those two words didn’t go together in Rico’s mind.
Franco began rolling Rico’s balls in his hand like he was juggling a couple of walnuts. Despite being confined, his cock stirred but quickly reached the confines of the cage. In its bent position, his cock wouldn’t become fully erect, which Rico supposed was the torture part of CBT. Franco’s hand released his balls and stroked his lower cheeks.
“Your ass is incredibly sexy.”
“Thank you, Sir. It’s yours for the taking.”
Franco smacked him, probably for his impertinence, but Rico sincerely meant every word.
Franco bent down and released the ankle cuffs from the spreader bar. Rico held his breath, waiting to see what else he was in store for. Then Franco released his wrist cuffs. Apparently, they were finished with the cross.
Rico wasn’t sure how he felt about moving on to something new. Or were they finished?
With a helping hand, Franco brought Rico to an upright position but held onto him until he was certain Rico could stand on his own. His legs were a little wobbly from the position he’d been in.
Rico stared at the silver cage that hid his cock from view. Franco took him by the hand and led him to the wall of mirrored tiles. Rico’s eyes zeroed in on Franco’s chest, then lower to the bulge in the Dom’s leathers. Man, what he wouldn’t give to wrap his mouth around Franco’s cock.
But Franco had other ideas.