He trembled when Asher continued working the tape over Sid’s body, starting at his neck and continuing down the torso, all the way to his stomach. The only bit he left non-mummified was a narrow strip of flesh on the level of his nipples, which now perked up from the contrast in temperature.
Sid half-expected the warm tongue playing with first his untouched nipple, and then with the pierced one. He was not surprised—even if he loved it—by the pulling, twisting and biting that came next, but when leather slapped the wet, throbbing flesh, he only managed to keep from falling over because the bed supported him.
He’d worn cuffs on his wrists and ankles, his old Master had even used a spreader a few times, but this? This unexpectedly uncomfortable constriction was both unnerving and strangely cozy. Wrapped in a squeaky cocoon of bondage tape, unable to speak or see, Sid was overcome by a strange sense of calm, and even his shoulders sagged a little. The drooling didn’t matter either, nor did the cramp in his left calf.
He shrieked into the gag when Asher suddenly pushed against Sid’s body, but then he was up in the air. Tightly bound, he would be able to do nothing to save himself if he fell. He could sense Asher’s muscles flex, could hear the laborious gasp he gave when he lifted Sid off the floor, but the fact that he was able to do so in the first place had Sid hot all over, even if it only lasted two seconds before Asher rolled Sid to the bed.
With a sharp movement, Asher pushed Sid’s thighs apart, and the warmth of his breath above Sid’s dick was like the sweetest yet tormenting experiences in Sid’s life. Unable to see Asher’s face, he couldn’t guess what the man was thinking, and he gave a muffled sound again when a drop of hot saliva fell to his aching dick.
All and any inhibitions forgotten, Sid arched his hips up with a needy whine. Now that Asher had made the suggestion, Sid’s brain sparked up with a desperate need for a blowjob. It would feel so soothing to the ache and tension in his body.
Asher slapped his dick so hard Sid rolled to his side, but he wasn’t meant to have peace. The firm hand was back in his hair, pulling him forward, and then he felt a hard, smooth length touching his cheek. The scent of musky arousal filled his nostrils, and he whined as Asher whacked his dick against Sid’s face. The damp tip left behind pre-cum that cooled on Sid’s skin in a way that felt like a burn.
“You thought I’d touch your disgusting bitch dick? Sluts don’t get to come. You don’t deserve my touch. You are here for my pleasure.”
Sid could barely catch breaths through his nose, hardly comprehending all the dirty things coming out of Asher’s mouth through the haze of desire. He moaned, uncaring how needy it came out. He didn’t even care about coming at this point, his body was already throbbing with pleasure. He didn’t have to see Asher to imagine him with his cock hard and sticking out of his pants, a dark flush on his tan face, silvery hair in a mess. If only he wished, he could use Sid in any of the ways he’d wanted to all along.
“Pathetic cunt,” Asher said and pulled Sid to the edge of the mattress, where he positioned Sid with his ass high in the air and his face in the sheets. The muscles of his nape and shoulders already screamed in discomfort, but when the beating started again, the growing pain in Sid’s buttocks took all of his attention, leaving his body tense like a string for Asher to play.
He was using something thicker, more brutal this time. A paddle that easily tore a scream out of Sid at the third stroke. He clenched his ass when he was sure another strike was coming, but Asher just laughed and waited for him to relax again to deliver the blow. This was the kind of pain that sent Sid flying into another headspace altogether, where the only focus was on the here and now. When the next hit would come, how much it would hurt, and if he could stand it.
The trembles in his muscles meant he didn’t even care that his ass was fully exposed to Asher. Embarrassment didn’t matter when he screamed into the gag, desperately clenching his butt and trying to arch away, even though it was no use. Sweat gathered under the bondage tape covering so much of his skin, and he panted in exertion, but he couldn’t run. His body twitched, and no matter how much he longed for the cathartic ache in his skin and muscles, there were moments when he crawled away, twisting his face into the sheet.
“Me? You thought a worm like you had the right to reject me?”
Each time, Asher pulled him right back and delivered punishment by upping the power behind the strikes. Blotches of heat exploded all over Sid’s ass, spreading throughout his body, as if one piece of him could not stand such intense fever. Time after time, the paddle stoked Sid’s flesh, bringing him to the edge of sanity where each stab of pain made him fly higher.
The break in hits meant downtime for Sid to try and gather his thoughts, recuperate from the achy throbbing presence crawling under his skin. He only now realized he’d shed a tear or two under the blindfold.
But there would be no downtime. Slippery thick fingers slid between his aching buttocks, and straight through his sphincter, once more leaving him on edge. He hadn’t had anal since that drunken encounter backstage last year. And it hadn’t been particularly good, no matter how much Sid had craved to be fucked.
How big was adult Asher’s cock? He couldn’t work it out from the brief touch to his face, and it was hard to think when the fingers deep inside made him moan. Choice was out of his hands anyway. With his hands behind his back and his legs bound, he was almost hogtied. Open and available for any intrusion.
“You feel that, bitch? That hungry hole of yours, sucking my fingers in?” Asher asked, working his fingers in and out hard, without care for Sid’s discomfort, which was exactly what he needed and what he’d asked for. Rough. Raw. Intense.
He couldn’t wait for the man he’d considered a ‘kid’ for so long to get on top and fuck him, even if the way he was aggressively fingering Sid, as if only to show him he could, felt amazing already.
The fingers soon withdrew, leaving Sid’s battered ass cooling, but the sound of the condom wrapper tearing had Sid’s senses instantly on high alert. He actually missed a breath and had to make up for it with a deep inhale.
But just as he braced for Asher’s cock to drive into him, Asher pulled him up like a rag doll and flipped him to his back. Sid really did feel like a sack of meat to be used, and it only made his cock leak more pre-cum. With his legs folded, when Asher pushed them apart Sid could hardly be more helpless. His ass throbbed to be filled, and his whole body trembled, on fire from excitement.
Asher’s cologne, which he hadn’t paid much attention to before, now hit him in all its sensual glory. Something he’d never noticed would surely now become an aphrodisiac, and Sid had to make sure Asher never found out about it.
The tape tightened around his sweaty body, but when denim brushed against his bare flesh, a whine escaped Sid’s mouth, turning into a cry when Asher’s dick stabbed into him, going deep in one go.
Asher gasped, pushing back Sid’s legs until his ass lifted off the mattress slightly, throbbing around the thick flesh that went in so rapidly Sid’s hole clutched at it, throbbing with pain.
“Is that what you wanted? To be my cum hole?” Asher whispered from close above Sid’s face.
Sid's whined as if he were begging for mercy, but he could hardly be any more excited. The discomfort of the thick piece of flesh inside him was just another part of the game Sid willingly entered.
He didn’t even care what Asher thought of him. He nodded, breathlessly adoring the wolf coming out of sheep’s clothing above him. Saliva dripped down Sid’s hot cheek, and he didn’t even want to imagine what a mess he was. The air touching his nipples didn’t let him forget though. Tied up, he was open and available to the man he gave up the reins to.
He eventually relaxed and felt Asher’s dick pull back, all the way out, emptying Sid so unexpectedly he whimpered in protest, but when Asher pushed it back in, the impact caused Sid’s insides to cramp.
“That’s better, huh? I was so nice to you when you let me fuck you last time. I th
ink I was too nice, because a bitch like you can’t feel anything in there until it’s like a punch. Am I right?” Asher taunted, repeating the rough entry again and again, gasping over Sid like a steam-powered engine.
Asher’s body heat was overwhelming, claustrophobic, yet the way it trapped Sid was just like the bondage—both frightening and enticing. The reference to their time together in the past was unexpected and shoved Sid into a memory he’d buried.
Asher much younger, smaller, eighteen, following Sid after a concert like a puppy. Big brown eyes starving for attention and craving sex with a guy.
“I don’t know if this is the best way to have your first time,” Sid said, full of skepticism and sipping a beer.
Asher stepped forward and clutched at Sid’s T-shirt, despite being a head shorter. “No, no! I want it. I want it with you. If the virginity is a problem, I can find someone for that and come back.”
Sid just stared for a moment but then put his arm over Asher’s shoulders with a sigh. “Come on, kid. Let’s see what you’re made of.”
Tears pressed at Sid’s eyelids from the intensity of the fuck, and he could hardly breathe as Asher held his jaw hard and thrust his thick dick in over and over. It was almost too much. Almost. That edge of sting actually made the whole thing better, but it was the tight binding that made Sid mewl in a mixture of discomfort and pleasure.
He could smell the fresh sweat on their bodies mingling together, floating somewhere on the very edge of pain and pleasure as Asher’s dick thrust into him at a pace so rapid Sid found it hard to breathe as the painful, hot, wonderful throbbing pulsed deep inside him.
Thick fingers slipped under the tape covering Sid’s eyes, and then the light was back, assaulting him even through shut eyelids.
“Bitch…look at me,” whispered Asher with effort, his voice low and raspy.
It was like seeing Asher for the first time. The light was too much. Sid’s vision went blurry from the tears gathering in his eyes but not spilling. He tensed when their gazes met and he had no idea what to do. Only the tape binding and gagging him meant he didn’t have to, wasn’t able to, do anything.
Asher’s handsome face had a sexy flush to it, and he never stopped rocking his hips against Sid’s ass, watching Sid’s face as if he wanted to show him he’d won. He was in charge and got what he wanted while Sid bared himself and compromised. Maybe it would have been better to have kept the blindfold? They were just two sweaty bodies having sex, and yet Sid couldn’t feel more vulnerable if it was his skin that was being peeled.
Asher leaned down, his gaze pinning Sid in place as he thrust into him hard and fast until his eyes rolled back, and he let out a guttural sound when his entire body shuddered next to Sid’s. The reddish cheeks had a sheen so delicious Sid would have licked it up if it weren’t so damn sweet.
Asher was fucking gorgeous. How had Sid not noticed it before?
Maybe because he was a psycho stalker.
Did it matter?
“Oh fuck...”
Even though there was rubber between them, Sid whimpered, imagining that he was getting filled with cum and could do nothing about it.
Asher buried his face against the bare skin between Sid’s nipples, tickling it with his warm, rapid breath as he slowly withdrew his cock from Sid’s aching hole. He licked sweat off Sid, resting for a few seconds while Sid’s body—still hot with arousal—adjusted to the emptiness inside him.
Sid was thankful for the gag, because he wasn’t sure what he would have done if it wasn’t in place. All he knew was that his body ached in the most perfect way and that he was desperate to get off. Until he emptied his balls, he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else.
Asher eventually rose to his knees, watching Sid without a word as he pulled off the used condom between Sid’s obscenely spread thighs. He then tied it and tossed it on Sid’s chest.
“That’s your trash,” he said softly, squeezing Sid’s inner thigh. His other hand wandered off to a tube nearby.
If Sid’s jaws hadn’t already been forced open by the gag, he’d have been opening his mouth in shock. And yet his cock couldn’t have been harder. His ass throbbed and ached from the intense fucking, and without even being asked, Sid still held his legs spread. His body was there just for being used.
He whimpered for touch. Would it be understood? He needed to come.
Asher wouldn’t make him beg for it, would he? Sid arched his hips up for good measure, moaning when he watched Asher pour the lube into his hand. It couldn’t have taken long, yet with the insistent throbbing in his groin, to Sid it was like minutes of wait. He almost sobbed when the firm hand finally grabbed his cock, getting on the job right away, with no frills.
Sid came, panting into the gag and shivering from the intensity of muscle spasms reminding his body of the pain in his ass and thighs. The condom full of Asher’s cum was still on Sid’s chest when drops of Sid’s sperm added to the indecency of it all.
Then again, he was tied up like a turkey for Thanksgiving and tender from a fuck. There was hardly any decency left to speak of.
He shut his eyes, choking on his own saliva and unable to get as much air as he wanted, but Asher was right at his side, hauling him up and unbuckling the gag. When the ball vacated Sid’s mouth, he couldn’t close it properly, because his jaw ached when he tried.
Asher pulled him close, rolling Sid’s spent body against his chest. His hand was in Sid’s hair, completely flattening the battered mohawk in the process.
Sid closed his eyes, still panting hard, still bound, but as the orgasm slowly washed off him, the ache in his limbs was becoming more prominent, and he had no idea how to even move anymore.
Asher’s fingertips danced over his nipples gently but eventually climbed up Sid’s neck and pushed up his chin. Their lips met, and Sid just let Asher hold him while their tongues slowly played between their mouths, too dazed to fight it. Did he even want to?
“What do you want off first?” Asher asked.
“L-legs,” he muttered, embarrassed by the way his voice trembled. He never thought Asher out of all people would push him so far. His mind was a mess the same way his face surely was.
Asher smiled and gave Sid another smooch before sliding off the bed and zipping up his pants. He had scissors ready, but the metal meeting Sid’s hot flesh made him tremble yet again. First one, then the second leg was free, and Asher briefly massaged both.
“Was this the right level? I was wondering at the end if it wasn’t too much.”
Sid closed his eyes. Getting beaten, fucked, and called names wasn’t embarrassing. This was. “We don’t need to talk about it,” he grumbled, stretching his aching legs. Asher broke apart his shell, so where was Sid to hide now?
He could practically hear Asher’s frown. “What do you mean? I need some feedback. It’s not like I’m a mind reader,” Asher said, cutting through the tape on Sid’s chest next.
Once the tape on his chest was off, Sid rolled over to his stomach to hide his face, still startled by the gentle kiss. He presented his bound arms, tingling all over from the strain in his muscles. But there was no denying the ache was pleasure. He hadn’t felt such release in years.
“It… Yeah, it was the right level. Did you enjoy it?” Pushing the topic off himself could be the answer to the tightness in Sid’s throat.
Asher laughed and briefly touched Sid’s ass before freeing his hands. He rolled his palms over Sid’s strained shoulders, about to deliver a massage. “It was really good. I kind of just upped what I usually do.”
“What?” Sid backed off in confusion, but he was a doll strung too tightly, unable to control his achy limbs. He wanted out. Out of the bed and away from the caresses, but Asher wouldn’t have it and took him right back into his arms, into the warmth, and the cloud of his delicious scent. Rubbing his nose against the back of Sid’s head, Asher kissed his scalp.
“I mean…you know, I can be a kinky guy. Like to experiment when the person
’s right.”
Asher was putting a spoon into Sid’s brain and stirring to make things even more mangled. The tenderness unnerved Sid more though. Tenderness wasn’t something they’d agreed on.
“You never suggested anything like that.” He lay there stiffly, stretching his arms for good measure.
Asher grinned and pressed a soft kiss to Sid’s cheek while he ran his hands down Sid’s arms, which still had red marks from the tape, and rubbed his fingers against the flesh. “You never wanted to try me.”
“I…I’m gonna shower.” Sid couldn’t believe he’d actually done this. Such a bad idea.
“You sure? I could give you a rub before we shower. Those marks look pretty… intrusive,” Asher said, turning Sid’s wrist in his hand.
“N-no, I’m fine. I kinda need space now.” Sid pulled away despite his muscles screaming for him to lie the fuck down. He couldn’t think straight when Asher watched him with that lovey-dovey expression. He’d done nothing to deserve it.
Behind him, Asher asked, “But what about aftercare?”
Sid forced his legs to move despite them feeling like bundles of sticks tied together with flimsy rope, ready to break under him any moment. “I don’t do aftercare,” he said quickly and fled to the bathroom.
Breathing was becoming harder by the second, and he leaned on the sink because everything ached no matter how light his soul felt. He looked into the mirror to witness the carnage of his mohawk, his mess of a face, reddened eyes, and bruises all over.
“Holy fucking shit,” he whispered to his reflection.
Chapter 4
The sound of running water made Asher’s imagination work like a brand new sports car. With his eyes drawn to the locked bathroom door, he felt phantom droplets trail down his body and sink into his clothes as he watched Sid’s pale flesh redden from the heat. It was as if he were there with him, standing right behind Sid to watch him tremble, and smell the clean scent of his flesh.
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