11. Ethan
ELEVEN
Ethan
I wish I had cameras in every room. I’ve never needed them before because no one has ever been here like Levi.
And while I can guess what’s likely happening in his room right now as I hear him get up, I wish I could see his face as he discovers the drawing I left for him.
I could go in, of course, but my presence would change his reaction.
He would look to me for answers, and I would rather he find them on his own.
Besides, this is a test.
I spend the next hour moving to various rooms in the penthouse to track his activity. He’s so quiet as he drinks the coffee I left for him. I left a light breakfast too, but I don’t think he eats it.
He showers.
He waits for me.
He hunts for me a bit, but he doesn’t open any doors. Even where doors are already open he only peers into the rooms. He never calls out.
Then he heads to the playroom.
Levi stalls in the vestibule. This time of day, enough light reaches the space to reveal some of the statues. Levi explores silently, bare feet and light fingers giving nothing away, but I imagine him touching the curves and contours. Then he walks into the playroom.
I move into the vestibule to watch him. He starts in the lounge area, hovering briefly by the couch where I’ve posed him in the past. His back is to me, and I hate that his T-shirt and loose jeans hide his body.
Then he goes to look at the chains and cuffs and collars hanging on the wall. He’s cautious but so curious. Next, he walks over to the bondage coffin. He opens a few of the small doors. When he freezes, I know that he’s discovered the shackles inside.
All this time, his back has been to me. I can read his interest, but I can’t tell how his body is reacting. Maybe he doesn’t understand enough to react at all.
I expect him to leave the room or maybe sit on the couch where he’s been before, but he surprises me, he absolutely delights me, by walking to the curtain that hides the rest of the playroom. He peers around it.
I hear him gasp. I see him freeze.
I wait for him to scramble, but he doesn’t. He just stands there, staring. Then I let him hear my footsteps, bare on the hardwood floor. I’m wearing only my jeans and a white T-shirt. And the cage of course. Levi’s head whips my way. His eyes are huge.
“Well?” I ask. “What do you think?”
“Is this … a torture chamber?”
“Yes.”
Levi stares at me. He’s shocked but unafraid, and there’s a bulge at the front of his jeans. I feel a devilish grin start to pull at my face. Levi blinks. He doesn’t smile back, but he doesn’t recoil either.
“Go on,” I tell him. “Take a look.”
Levi swallows hard—and ducks around the curtain. I follow him. He walks around, slow and silent, staring at the racks and benches, the pulleys and swings.
Levi notices my setup at the chair. He heads toward it.
His eyes flit over the tray where all the toys and tools are waiting, then his gaze locks on the chair itself.
There are straps along the arm and leg rests.
Every part is fully adjustable for comfort—or discomfort. The only thing missing is the seat.
I step up behind him, but I don’t touch him. “Can I torture you?”
“Wha-what will you do?”
“I’ll break you. Then remake you. You won’t know yourself at the end. Or maybe… you’ll know yourself for the first time.”
“Are you going to…”
“To what?” When Levi doesn’t answer, I guess, “Hurt you?” When there’s still no reply, I guess again, “Fuck you?”
He nods, but that’s not good enough.
I tell him, “Ask the full question, and I’ll answer.”
His chest starts rising and falling visibly, and his voice comes out soft and breathless. “Are you going to fuck me?”
“Yes,” I whisper in his ear as I slide a hand around his torso, letting my fingers rest on his waistband.
“But this won’t be sex like most people’s first time.
I won’t fumble all over you. I won’t ask you if you like it.
I won’t ask you if you want to stop. Your only decision is whether to get in that chair.
All other decisions will be mine. I will take full possession of your body. ”
I slide my fingers behind his waistband and lightly rub his stiff cock through the fabric of his underwear. Levi rocks on his feet, falling back against me. He’s trembling. If there’s any fear in it, he’s enjoying it.
I squeeze my eyes shut at the pressure of his plump ass against my caged cock. The bars press into my balls. Soon, I’ll take this thing off. This is Levi’s last chance to run.
A chill slithers through me. What I’m doing will have consequences, for Levi and for me, but I can’t see them. I don’t want to.
I pop the button of his jeans. I tug down his zipper. He makes a soft little sound. He shivers and presses forward against my hand. I rub my palm along the stiff ridge in his briefs.
He lets me undress him. It’s easy now. He’s lost the shame of his nakedness. He’s become, in a way, even more innocent.
But that’s about to end.
When he’s naked, I make him kneel on the floor, letting him sit back on his heels. I need to draw his innocence one more time before I shatter it.
Crouching in front of him, I cup his balls and pull them up. He rocks toward me. His eyes are fogged with lust, but he’s focused on me, focused enough to obey when I order, “Knees together.”
I settle his balls against his thighs, causing a breath to huff out of him. I don’t touch his cock. I just leave it jutting upward. I set his hands on his thighs near his cock but not touching it. Then I grab my sketchbook and sit on the floor.
I work fast, making several sketches, some of form, some of key details: eyes, lips, fingers, cock. They’re just studies. I see this being a painting, and my mind is already filling in the background, transforming the chair into a tree.
Temptation, I would call it.
Levi does well at first. He’s in a daze. But after a while he starts to sway. His hands begin to twitch. He likes to be seen, but he needs to be touched. Even so, he’s doing better than yesterday. Now, he knows I’ll make him come. What he doesn’t know is what’s going to happen along the way.
I set the sketchbook aside and get up. Levi’s head tilts back at my approach. His lips part.
When I offer him my hand, he takes it at once and rises to his feet, swaying like he’s been drugged. I back him up to the chair.
I take his jaw in my hand and tell him, “You will know things that you have never known before.”
He stares at me, unblinking, beguiled.
I help him into the chair with its jointed arm and leg rests.
I let him watch as I bind his limbs. Then a strap goes around his chest, another around his neck.
I raise the chair and tilt it back. It’s not until I start ratcheting his legs open that his eyes fly wide.
Alerted, he tracks my movement as I turn to the tray.
I pick up the red blindfold. I don’t want him watching everything I do, anticipating, trying to understand what’s coming. It would be a waste of this one perfect opportunity to show him the full, pure truth of his body.
I step between his spread legs. His blue eyes are locked on me. He’s scared now, and he makes a startled sound, jerking in the restraints as I slide the blindfold over his eyes. I don’t mean to do it, but I lean down and press my lips to his. He goes still.
It’s not exactly a kiss. That’s not something I do. But I breathe his breath, and he breathes mine. Then I take his lower lip between my teeth. I tug and let go. I step back.
I want to draw him like: his body forced open, his fingers and toes curled with tension, his cock lying stiff against his contracting stomach. But the time to draw is past.
When he hears me undressing, the sound of my zipper unmistakable, Levi stills, no longer breathing. I focus on his body instead of my own. I ignore the ache and the heavy, awful weight of my balls. I don’t look at my cock pressing into the bars of its cage. I can deal with it a little longer.
Levi is still not breathing, so I grip his balls, and he sucks in a huge, shocked breath.
I roll and tug them, using them to pull his cock away from his tense stomach.
His balls are heavy and full, perfect in my hand, like ripe fruit.
I bend down and lick the underside of his cockhead.
He jerks, trying to drive up, trying to get more, but I release him. I’ll come back to that.
I start running my hands up and down his legs. I knead and pinch and rub. I scrape my fingers lightly up his torso, playing with his nipples, then run my hands along his arms. He responds almost like I’m shocking him, arching and pulling against the restraints.
“Do you watch porn?” I ask as I turn away to grab lube from the tray.
“Wha-what?”
I pump some lube into my hand. It’s noisy, but I don’t know if Levi has sexual associations with the sound. I don’t know what he’s done alone.
“Do you watch porn?” I repeat.
“Uh… not really.” He squirms in the chair, tensing.
“But you have watched it?”
“Yes,” he admits, and I reward him with a slick hand around his cock. “Ahh!” he cries out, pushing into my grip as much as the restraints allow.
I give him a few strokes before taking my hand away. “So why did you say ‘not really’?”
“I just… I’m not… it didn’t interest me.”
“What does that mean?”
Levi doesn’t answer, so I pick up the riding crop and smack it against his ass. He shouts and jerks.
“What does that mean?” I repeat. He’s trying to figure out how to respond, but he’s too slow, so I smack him again.
“I didn’t get hard!” he shouts. “There’s something wrong with me.”
I wrap my hand around his cock again, both to reward him and to draw his attention to his arousal. He moans as I tell him, “There’s nothing wrong with you.”
I take my hand away and ask, “What did you watch?”
“I don’t know,” he gasps. “Normal stuff.”
“Like what?”
He doesn’t answer, so I smack the inside of his thigh. He shouts and tries to escape, but of course he can’t and he doesn’t actually want to. His cock strains up against his belly.