12. The Anticipation #2
Once again he whimpered against the gag, fear battling to overcome excitement.
He’d done it! And oh God, he was tied open, helpless, clamped, gagged, blindfolded, and plugged.
The cock ring tightened even more. He might be afraid, but his cock was hard as a brick.
The low-level buzzing from the plug buried deep within his ass had precome leaking from his dick.
Now… he waited.
* * * *
Mac relaxed on the back patio, checking his watch. There were still ten minutes to go. He rubbed his hand over his stiff cock, imagining what was taking place upstairs. He tried to focus on the gentle waves and soft light from the in-ground pool in front of him, but couldn’t.
He grinned. The day before he left, he had chained Hal to the handrail in the shallow end of the pool and teased him unmercifully for several hours before fucking him. That end of the pool was shaded, so he hadn’t had to worry about Hal’s fair skin burning.
He checked his watch once more. Thirty minutes had finally passed.
Standing, he strode across the flagstone patio, unlocked the backdoor, and entered the kitchen.
After five days at a work-related conference, they were both ready for him to get home.
And he’d told Hal, his submissive, just what exactly he wanted to come home to.
Of course, if Hal ever tied himself up like this without him there to protect him, Mac would beat his ass until he couldn’t sit for a week. Which was why he sat on the back porch while Hal got ready. Never would he let his sub take such a risk. Anything could happen—while tied, Hal was helpless.
Mac looked up the stairs, his grin decidedly wicked. His sub was up there… bound and waiting. Mac let himself inside and slowly climbed the steps leading to the bedroom. Silently, he stood in the door. Nothing got his blood pumping like seeing Hal restrained.
He stopped near the bed and cleared his throat.
He knew Hal heard him enter the room from the way his body tensed, but he wanted to make sure.
He hadn’t taken Hal’s ability to hear during their scenes, at least not yet.
Hal was still new enough to the lifestyle he tended to panic if he couldn’t relate to his environment in some way.
Mac trailed his finger up Hal’s cock. “Excellent job, my sweet sub. I’m very proud of you.”
Hal’s body twitched in pleasure from Mac’s words, a bead of precome leaking from his cock. A muffled groan worked its way from under the gag in Hal’s mouth.
“Excited, aren’t you?” Mac rubbed the bead of precome around the top of Hal’s cock, watching it jump from his light touch. “Five days is a long time, I know. I’ve missed you too. I ache to feel you twitching around my dick as I fill you. Hand jobs just aren’t the same.”
Hal’s hands fisted in the cuffs.
Mac licked the precome off his fingers, making enough noise Hal could hear him, and sat on the bed between Hal’s spread legs.
“The plug was a little big, wasn’t it? Did it burn as you inserted it?
Bet it did, since I didn’t give you much time to prepare.
But that burn faded, yes? To be replaced with another kind of burn… a burning need for the real thing.”
Mac admired the view of the plug nestled in Hal’s ass. He tapped the plug gently, slowly fucking Hal with it. His sub’s toes curled into the bedding and the muscles in his legs tightened as more precome slid down Hal’s dick.
“Oh yes, very excited. I wonder if you’ll be able to wait for permission to come? Will I have to spank that gorgeous ass of yours tonight? I do so love to see your skin redden under my hand.” Mac bent and licked the length of Hal’s dick.
A sharp whine sounded from the man tied to the bed.
“Or, maybe I should use the paddle. After all, if you come without permission that is breaking a rule.”
Mac closed his mouth over Hal’s dick, taking him to the root. His nose brushed against Hal’s hairless groin. Frantic sounds broke from around the gag in Hal’s mouth, and after several minutes, Mac lifted his head, removing the source of torment.
“It wouldn’t take much for you to lose control, would it, my desperate little sub?”
Mac tweaked the clamped nipples. Truth be known, he was as needy as Hal.
Five fucking days—God, that was too long, and he needed Hal as much as Hal needed him.
Mac brushed his lips across the inside of Hal’s knee.
The soft skin roughened with chill bumps.
Hal was normally very sensitive, but tonight, he was too sensitive.
Mac rested his head against Hal’s knee. “I think we’re both too close to losing control. We need to take the edge off, boy, or this night isn’t going to be much fun for either of us.” He felt the tension drain out of Hal.
“I’m going to jack you off. You may come when you need.” He unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out of his underwear. He saw Hal jerk at the sound of his zipper going down. “That’s right, I’m jacking off too. I’ll last a long time when I’m fucking you.”
Mac reached for the lube Hal had left on the night table.
Hal moaned.
Mac stoked Hal while jacking his own shaft, working them towards orgasm. The grunts coming from Hal told Mac it wouldn’t be long. Seeing his sub twist on the bed, hips thrusting, was enough to make his balls tighten, a familiar churning in his gut warning him.
“I’m close, boy. Want you to… Want you to… Shit! Come with me… now.”
A sharp scream pushed through the gag in Hal’s mouth as his seed covered Mac’s hand. Mac followed shortly, making sure to come on Hal’s groin. The fact it hadn’t taken long for both of them to come told him he’d done the right thing. Now they could enjoy the slow build-up of their night together.
Mac patted Hal on the leg as he stood. As he did, he glanced down. Hal lay on the bed, the rapid rise and fall of his chest slowing as he basked in the afterglow. This was much better. Now the tension could come from what he did to Hal, not Hal fighting his own body.
“Yes, much better now. Think we need to give those tender nipples a break before we start again, Hal.”
That was the only warning Hal received before Mac removed the clamps and rubbed the susceptible little nubs. Hal arched on the bed and cried out against the gag.
“Easy. I know it hurts. It’ll stop in a second.”
From having his own nipples clamped, Mac knew that little ripples of pleasurable pain arrowed straight to Hal’s dick…
a dick still soft, but interested. Mac slipped the cock ring off and went to the bathroom for a towel.
Once he cleaned Hal, he tossed the towel in the laundry basket, and switched on the TV.
“Thirty minutes to recuperate, then we start again. Is the plug still vibrating?”
Hal nodded his head.
Mac grinned. “Good.”
* * * *
Hal lay on the bed, pleasure ruling his body.
Wave after wave washed through him as the ropes held him close.
When Mac first bound him, he’d been worried he’d feel restricted—and the ropes did do that—but they also brought about a feeling of security.
He could let go and trust Mac to take care of him, trust the ropes to hold him.
As they experimented, Hal found he didn’t care much for the S & M side of BDSM.
Some pain was okay, and he even enjoyed it.
Most times he could use the pleasure to get past the pain.
Hardcore scenes with extreme pain… yeah, those were not his thing. He was no masochist.
“Time to start.”
Hal shivered on the bed as Mac replaced the nipple clamps and cock ring. As soon as Mac spoke, Hal’s cock hardened completely. Cocking his head, he listened to Mac moving around the room, but couldn’t see, thanks to the blindfold. What was Mac doing?
The whistle of something cutting through the air warned what was coming.
A sharp sting on the inside of his thighs spread quickly.
He swallowed. The pain was by no means bad, more startling.
There was edge, a bite to it, a warning of what could come next.
It headed straight for his cock, but the sting felt different.
His mind scrambled. What was Mac wielding?
A flogger? No, that couldn’t be right. It didn’t feel like a flogger.
Without sight, he couldn’t figure out what Mac used. It also didn’t feel like a crop. Several more hits landed, one to his stomach, another on his pec. Then three quick hits right above his groin. A rush of burning pleasure spread through his lower body. Jesus, that was close to his pride and joy.
What was Mac using? Another hit landed and…
Wait. Okay, that felt like plastic. What did they own that felt like…
? Hal moaned softly as a light bulb went off in his mind.
Oh, God, yes, knew exactly what Mac held.
He had felt that before. Mac had swatted his leg last week at the pool…
with a flyswatter. He’d reacted to the hit by getting hard.
The pain wasn’t bad, but it was sharp and swift.
And of course Mac had commented on his reaction.
He’d even gone on to say he had a flyswatter he used strictly for play.
Hal’s cock jumped against his belly as nervousness and excitement flowed through him.
Hal grunted as the muscles in his legs tightened for the next hit.
“Figured out what that was, boy?”
Several more blows rained down—some were on the inside of his thighs, but a few hits were on the outside of his legs, his calves.
Hal twisted in the ropes, moaning wantonly.
Bits of pain mixed with the pleasure. He needed…
Oh, oh, yes! His body arched as another hit landed.
The sweet sting circulated through him, heightening his need, before focusing on his aching cock.
“You like that, don’t you?”
Hal quickly nodded his head. He knew to respond when asked a direct question, even if all he could do was bob his head.
“Love how your skin reddens for me.” Mac bent down and kissed a mark. “How hard your cock is. You make me proud, boy. So sexy in your submission.”