Chapter 32
Simmons
“Please, Sir. I’ll be good. Please… “ he begs me. I chuckle with my head dipped, sweat glistening over my hairy chest, and I look up to watch him writhe again.
The first scene we did together couldn’t really be called that.
If I’m honest with myself, I just really, really needed to be inside Freddie that first time at the club.
Too many years of thinking about a Scottish boy in latex and not enough time with my hands on him.
Now that it’s out of my system, I can return to being the more stoic Dom I’m used to being.
Weekends of yachting and blogging for Freddie meant we couldn’t meet up again on a Friday or Saturday night.
So, I asked Burt for a daytime slot for the dungeon, and he happily agreed to it.
As he lives above the club in a converted warehouse, I collected the keys and signed the waiver without having to go far.
Freddie is in a cream-coloured straitjacket which has him suspended from the ground with a harness that attaches to his ankles, which have his knees bent, feet at his ass.
Unfortunately, I can’t see his pretty green eyes as they are covered with a headset and he’s wearing noise-cancelling headphones. His moans are uninhibited. Completely at my mercy, I kneel on the ground of the dungeon and suck fat bruises into his smooth thighs.
His cock is caged and adorned with black spikes.
A thick string of pre come drips to the floor as I stand and caress him while circling him.
I have on a short pair of red latex gloves with nothing else.
He mewls again as I slip two fingers into his hole and curl them to his sensitive spot.
My cock is as hard as steel as I hear him chant my name.
He’s close to sobbing, but I still don’t offer him any release.
We’ve been at this now for 40 minutes and I plan to keep going another 20.
Circling him again, I spread his cheeks and this time when I see his pale pink hole winking at me; I dive in tongue first. Sweet, smooth, delicious.
I could happily die here with Freddie’s ass on my face.
Wouldn’t even be embarrassed if that’s how I’m found or known for dying.
Freddie just tastes too good. When he moves too much again and I can feel his balls drawn up as I lick and nip at them, I stop to give him some time to cool off.
Grabbing the small remote, I lower him slightly until he’s almost on the ground.
Walking over, I grab his head with both hands and guide him to my pec.
I’m instantly wet when he doesn’t need told what to do and just latches on to my nipple.
Knowing I could cum from having a sub restrained at my mercy and sucking on me like this, I remove his mouth twice and tap his cage in warning.
This earns me a chuckle, but I love it so I don’t tell him off.
“You’re the most gorgeous man I have ever met, Freddie,” I tell him close enough to kiss him. I know he can’t hear me, but I have to say it out loud.
“You might be the best sub I’ve ever had.
I didn’t know someone like you existed for me.
I know that this will never be enough,” I say as I nip and suck at his jaw.
I trail my fingers over his thighs, flank and balls.
Light touches that aren’t so much teasing but me getting my fill of him. Mapping his body and his needs.
Wanting to know him inside and out. Unfair to both of us, but I can’t stop myself.
I want Freddie morning, noon, and night.
At this rate, Burt will have to cut me keys so I can see Freddie as often as I can.
I've already stuck the keys on a chain to wear around my neck from the night he propositioned me like some teen in love.
No longer interested in my teasing, I take the headphones and eyewear off him. Blinking slowly, he stares at me with wide pupils and bites his lip as if he’s about to cry.
“Sim- Sir, whatever you want called. I need you to fuck me right now. I think I might die otherwise,” he sobs. Good. That feeling of neediness from him fills my veins like gold, and I give him exactly what he wants. I thrust into him in one go after lifting him to my height.
Grabbing his throat as I stand behind him, I fuck him relentlessly. Smacking sounds echo around the dungeon in a duet with Freddie’s moans of passion. The jacket, now soaked in Freddie’s sweat, smells as sweet as spun sugar while I give him more of me. Holding him as close as possible.
“Do not cum, Freddie. I mean it,” I growl as I kiss his ear. He moves his head to let me kiss the side of his neck and make two more bruises.
“Unfair… that was too good. I need to cum,” he moans as I thrust harder into his tight little hole.
It was as if he were made for me. Minimal prep and tighter than I’ve ever fucked before, I’m convinced it’s magical.
Growling against his neck as I continue my onslaught, Freddie obeys, and by the time my orgasm reaches its crescendo, he is wriggling and panting with sweet tears running down his already smudged makeup.
I kiss his jaw, his neck, and make my lips work their way towards his as I lick at his salty tears and release him from the jacket.
He shivers as I unlock his legs and slip out of him. My cum slowly slides down his thighs, so I press two fingers back into his hole and massage him there as I attempt to keep as much of me as possible inside of him. I want it to still be dripping out of him when he goes to bed tonight.
Quickly cleaning us both up, I bring him over to an old church pew that Burt purchased and reupholstered to feature cushioned seating.
There I put Freddie’s head on my shoulder as I reach into the backpack I brought with me and pull out two bottles of Irn-Bru.
This stuff is insanely good, and I found it just a few blocks from my house.
It tastes of nothing in particular, but I can’t seem to stop drinking it now that I’ve had it.
The condensation drips from them, and I’m glad to see they are still as cool as when I brought them in.
Twisting the cap off one, I pass it to Freddie, who looks up at me with a wide, crazed look that has me laughing.
“Did you buy this for me?”
I wince, pretending he shouted too loudly by my ear, but instead of replying, I just shrug the other shoulder and sip my own fizzy delight.
“This stuff will put hairs on your chest, my granny would say,” my sub says with a smile, his head resting once again on my bare shoulder. “Although I don’t think you need anymore hair there, honey bear,” he says with a wink, then goes back to sipping.
My chest warms knowing that he likes how hairy I am.
Some don’t mind it as I’m a Dom, but others that haven’t been in the kink scene have asked me to shave my chest, trim my bush, or even shave my arms and hands.
Which is just not for me. I love how hairy I am.
I love it even more now that Freddie does too and calls me honey bear because of it.
I hum in delight, and Freddie shoots me a smirk before clinking his bottle off of mine, but little does he know that I was making that noise towards my delight with him and not the Scottish national drink.
“Are your arms okay? Legs too?” I ask as I rub up and down them while we get ready to leave. Freddie throws his large tote bag over one shoulder and smiles up at me.
“I’m all good, big man. Scene today was so insanely hot that I’ll probably cum rubbing my cage on the bed later,” he winks. I grab his wrists and pull them behind him with one hand.
“Oh, no, you don’t. Not unless you video call me first and ask, baby,” I growl, then steal a long, hard kiss from him. We are both panting by the time we break apart.
Unsure how he will take the endearment, I kiss him once more softly, then we arrange to meet up again for another daytime scene in a few days. We part ways with nothing other than a quick wave goodbye, but I stay to watch him as he crosses the street, wishing more than anything to follow him.