Going Down

by Hazel Domain

  He stood silently for a couple seconds, admiring the leather and listening to Sean talk about gifts and how happy he was to have found someone like David. David just nodded and listened to him talk. There was a question coming up, and David didn’t want to miss it.

  He was so focused on listening, he almost missed the question for the words. Sean was about to repeat himself when David caught on and answered back.

  “I promise to obey and accept guidance. Yeah. Yes.”

  He was so nervous that it all came out in three syllables and people began chuckling again, but David figured fuck em, because he had one line and he’d said it, dammit.

  Sean was smiling down at him and David didn’t think he’d ever get used to the sight of someone smiling down at him. He grinned dumbly back, and Sean chuckled.

  He reached out, catching David’s chin between two fingers and tilting his head back.

  Oh yeah, the collar.

  David closed his eyes, feeling the soft braided leather settling around his throat. It was snug, but not uncomfortable.

  He heard the clasp clicking shut and he reached up, fingering the unfamiliar material. His hand brushed against Sean’s and he smiled again, looking up.

  And just like that, it was done.

  Chapter Twelve

  “It looks beautiful on you,” Sean said, and David blushed because even after all this time, he wasn’t used to Sean calling him ‘beautiful.’

  For once, David wasn’t blindfolded. He wasn’t gagged, either— not really. Instead, he was obediently holding a leather paddle between his teeth. He could drop it if he wanted, but Sean had told him to hold it and David really, really wanted to make tonight good for Sean.

  David had left the planning totally to his dom. When Sean had begun making vague, layered statements about preparing him for ‘after the collaring,’ David had laughed and said it would be fine. He’d done it before.

  Sean had kind of stammered for a few seconds and admitted that he hadn’t. With anyone.

  Like…ever.

  Apparently, he wasn’t interested in partners he didn’t love.

  It had taken David a little while to process that, but once he had, he’d handed the decisions over to Sean and told him to be as thorough as he wanted.

  And oh, had Sean been thorough.

  About ten days before the collaring, he’d presented David with a box of five sleek, black plugs. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that they were graduated, but Sean explained their purpose anyway. He went through it all very clinically, though David didn’t miss the gleam in his eye when Sean said he expected David to remain plugged at all times, until the night of the ceremony.

  Sean had inserted the first one himself, making David lie back on the bed and spread his legs. He’d lubed up the plug and slid it, very slowly, into David’s ass.

  The head was long and narrow rather than round, and so when David stood up, he was able to move more-or-less normally.

  The rest of the plugs David inserted himself, on all fours, knees spread so that the webcam could get a clear view. Every two days, he’d slip the old plug out of himself, lay it to the side, and slowly work the larger one in. The whole time, Sean would praise him, saying how good he was doing, and David probably would have come untouched except for the damn cage.

  The cage was Sean’s other little idea.

  He knew David was in the habit of going home and masturbating furiously to the memory of what they’d done together. He hadn’t ever really minded— he probably still didn’t, except he wanted David horny out of his damn mind when the thing finally came off.

  So, David had spent the last ten days with his cock and balls securely trussed up in the little metal contraption, unable to harden while increasingly-larger plugs rubbed at his prostate with every movement.

  To say that David was ready to get fucked was a massive understatement.

  Sean, of course, had no such restrictions and had probably jerked off that morning thinking of how helpless and needy David was going to be, and David was…kinda fine with that.

  He leaned back against the padded ladder, watching the look of concentration on Sean’s face as the dom wound the ropes around his chest, again and again.

  Sean had started with his wrists fifteen minutes ago, binding them to a wooden rung high above David’s head. He’d practically mummified David’s arms in rope before moving to his chest.

  The ladder was tipped back against the wall, and David could rest against it and let the ropes take his weight.

  Sean finished binding his chest, tying the ropes off in a complicated pattern just above his belly button.

  He dropped to his knees in front of David, admiring the cage. Aside from the collar, it was all David wore.

  “Beautiful,” Sean repeated, lifting the metal cage in his palm. “Look at you, all soft and sweet for me.”

  David groaned, feeling his cock trying to harden, only to meet with unforgiving metal. His breath began to come faster.

  “I thought this might make you desperate, but I really had no idea,” Sean remarked, looking up at David’s face. “What do you think, should I let you come tonight, or should I fuck you caged?”

  David groaned out a wordless negative, pushing his trapped cock uselessly against Sean’s hand. He could feel his pulse against the tight metal restraints.

  Sean withdrew his hands, letting the heavy cage hang again. Instead, he began wrapping rope around David’s thigh.

  Quickly and methodically, he bound David’s ankles to his thighs, drawing his feet up until it appeared that David was kneeling on thin air.

  He drew out another long length of rope, using it to bind David’s knees to the rung just below his shoulders. The result was that David’s legs were both pulled up and spread wide. The position was rather self-explanatory and David began to shiver with excitement.

  Sean stood, taking the paddle from David’s mouth and pressing a kiss to his sore jaw. He fastened the silk blindfold around David’s eyes.

  “I think ten,” Sean said, stroking the paddle. David whined, but didn’t respond. Sean nodded. “Yeah, I think you can take ten for me.”

  He drew the flat of the paddle against David’s thighs, nudging the head of the plug. David hissed.

  “Would you like the gag, David? Or would you like to count for me?”

  “I— I’d like to count, sir,” David stammered.

  “Good. Here we go.”

  The paddle landed across David’s inner thigh with a crack and for a moment, David saw white. The shock was so sudden, he almost forgot what he was supposed to be doing.

  “One!” he gasped. Sean’s hand was warm against him, massaging the paddle mark. David whimpered.

  Sean withdrew and the paddle landed again, across the meat of David’s ass, driving the plug deeper, and David felt tears rising in his eyes.

  “Two,” he whimpered.

  The paddle cracked across his skin again, striping his belly. David’s chest heaved, and his mind began to fill with the familiar static of subspace.

  “Three,” he heard himself say.

  Another came immediately, across his inner thigh. It glanced across his cock and David gasped, thankful for the cage which had mostly protected him.

  “Four.”

  The paddle touched him again, softly this time, the flat of it lifting and teasing his balls. David didn’t think Sean would hit him there, and his breath came ragged as he considered that he might be wrong.

  “What’s your color, David?”

  “Y— yellow, sir.”

  “Good.”

  The paddle landed across his chest, the blow slightly lessened by the rope, and David let out a sob.

  “Five!”

  Six came ju
st below it, expertly landing across one nipple, and David could feel tears running down his face.

  “Six,” he whimpered. “Thank you, master.”

  Sean hesitated for a moment, and then he was kissing David’s mouth again, hard and deep, his hands running over the sub’s helpless body.

  “You are too perfect for words,” Sean whispered, kissing the salt off David’s lips. His fingers traced the edge of the collar, still snug around David’s throat.

  “Four more, are you ready?”

  “Yes, master,” David answered, and he counted off as Sean laid them in perfectly-overlapping lines down the length of his belly.

  “You were so good,” Sean murmured, returning to his knees between David’s legs. David hoped he would unlock the cage, but no such luck. Instead, Sean began pressing kisses to the insides of his thighs, the seam of his groin—

  David groaned as Sean’s mouth closed over the head of his caged cock, his tongue darting through holes in the middle to tease the trapped flesh with hot little swipes.

  The cage became unbearably tight as his cock struggled to harden and couldn’t.

  Sean went lower, his tongue running over David’s balls. With two fingers, he reached back to rub against the plug’s base.

  “Have you been wearing this like I ordered?” he asked.

  “Yes, master,” David gasped— it was true. He’d only removed it to use the bathroom and to…well, to clean up for this particular adventure. But Sean didn’t need those details.

  “Good,” Sean said, and with absolutely glacial slowness he began to withdraw the plug from David’s body. David whined, struggling to relax and let the toy ease out of him. He imagined what would replace it, how hot and hard and thick Sean’s cock would be, the feeling of that muscular body pressed against his and god he hoped Sean would take the cage off.

  The toy slid free of his body, and Sean set it on the ground with a quiet thunk.

  His tongue darted through the bars of the cage again, and David writhed helplessly against the ropes.

  “Should I take this off you, now?” Sean asked.

  “Yes,” David begged. “Yes, please master, please take the cage off.”

  “You don’t want to stay in it while I fuck you? I bet I could make you come soft.”

  “Please no. Please. I want to show you how hard you make me when you fuck me. Please, master.”

  “You make a good point,” Sean conceded, and David almost sobbed with relief when he heard the little padlock click open.

  “Thank you, thank you master, tha—”

  David’s words caught in his throat when Sean’s mouth closed over his cock again, bringing him fully hard in about three seconds.

  And then Sean was gone.

  David waited, panting, hanging from his bindings, exposed and achingly hard. Sean was doing something, too quietly for David to hear.

  Undressing, his mind supplied, and it was only a few seconds after that before David felt Sean’s chest against his.

  David was already prepped; loose and wet from the plug, but he still felt the stretch when Sean pushed inside him. He didn’t resist, allowing Sean to bottom out in a single thrust.

  This time it was Sean making little whimpers, breath unsteady as he hesitated inside David’s body. His mouth closed over David’s throat, sucking at the salt of his skin, and his fingers tightened around David’s hips, and David realized the dom was already close.

  David tightened down on him, groaning as the head of Sean’s cock slid across his prostate. Sean reached between them, his fingers slick as he jerked David’s dick.

  He was trying to get David off before he gave out, and David figured what the hell, it’s his first time, and came first.

  The sound Sean made was worth it, like a cross between a gasp and a sob as David’s come spilled over his fist, slicking his way and getting both of them absolutely filthy.

  A few seconds later, Sean was coming too, his hips slamming against David’s ass like he was trying to climb in, dick-first.

  Sean couldn’t move for a couple seconds. He just stood there, half-leaning against David, letting the ladder take their weight. David thought maybe he was going to say something, but he didn’t, just leaned up and lifted the blindfold.

  “Hey,” David said, blinking at him through the glare.

  “Hey,” Sean answered, and leaned in for a kiss.

  Epilogue

  (Eighteen months later)

  David was floating.

  Not literally floating, it only felt that way. The down blanket was cloud-soft beneath his back. Hemp ropes held his limbs comfortably spread. His mind was pleasantly blank as he listened to the clicking of Sean’s keyboard.

  There was an emphatic keystroke, followed by the sound of the laptop closing. The side of the bed dipped as Sean sat down.

  “How you doing over here?”

  “‘M good,” David mumbled. With the blindfold on, he couldn’t see what Sean was doing. He felt a light touch skimming up and down his side.

  “Color?”

  “Green.”

  “Mmm.”

  Sean’s hand wandered lower, one finger tracing up the top of David’s hardon.

  “And how’s this?”

  “Good,” David answered honestly. The rubber ring around the base of his shaft had kept him hard for going on an hour now. The lightly buzzing egg nestled just inside him might be helping, too.

  “Did you fix the code you were working on?”

  “Not yet,” Sean murmured, leaning down for a kiss. “I got a different error message, though. That’s progress.”

  “Mmmm,” David remarked. He had better uses for his mouth, right now.

  “It helps when I can always look over and see what’s waiting for me.”

  Sean’s hand stroked up David’s oversensitive cock, and David shivered.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. I’m gonna grab a shower.”

  David groaned, earning himself a swat on the thigh.

  “No complaining.”

  “You are a terrible, negligent master.”

  “Your life is awful,” Sean agreed. The bed rocked as he stood, leaving David already missing his touch. He listened to his dom undressing, and then the sound of water running.

  The buzzing ratched up a notch, and David swore.

  Sean didn’t hurry through his shower, leaving David waiting and needy. The room grew slowly warmer as steam rolled out of the attached bathroom. He could do nothing but wait and he accepted this, relaxing back against the ropes and the soft covers.

  When Sean returned, his bare skin was hot from the water. Droplets fell from his hair to land on David’s chest. His thumb slid across the swollen head of David’s cock, slick with lube. David hissed.

  “I’m lucky,” Sean mused. Another drop of lube landed on David’s slit. “Having this just waiting for me, whenever I want it.”

  David didn’t respond. He rolled his hips, trying to increase the friction of Sean’s hand on him. Sean gave him a squeeze, and the egg upped another speed. David whined.

  “Color?”

  “Green.”

  “Good. Think I should let you come tonight?”

  David nodded emphatically.

  “Use your words.”

  David opened his mouth, just as Sean threw a leg over him, settling down over David’s hips. David made a strangled sound.

  “Yes, master.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, you should let me come. Please.”

  “Hmmm.” Sean ground his hips down, pinning David’s cock between their bodies. “That’s going to be messy.”

  David whined. He knew better than to argue. Sean’s skin was hot and s
lick against him.

  Sean pinched a nipple, playing with it until it grew hard.

  “Not until I say.”

  David held his breath as Sean rose up onto his knees, letting the head of David’s cock brush against the crease of his ass. David could feel the dom’s fingers sliding over his own skin, working to prepare himself.

  He wished he could see Sean’s face, the corner of his lip caught between his teeth, his brow furrowed as he widened David’s entrance.

  Sean took his time, one hand splayed across David’s belly, keeping them connected but giving the sub nothing else to work with. By the time he was ready, David was practically begging.

  “My own little toy,” Sean mused, settling his hips to let David’s cockhead press against his hole. David arched up against him, and Sean pinched a nipple, twisting a little. David’s hips dropped back onto the mattress. “Don’t make me strap you down.”

  “Promises,” David gasped, but he didn’t move. He lay still and plaint, letting Sean rock against him.

  For a few strokes, the head caught on Sean’s rim and slipped, but then— finally— Sean lowered himself onto it, letting the tip stretch him wide and slip inside.

  He froze there, oblivious to his sub’s whines, torturing David with just a hint of what it would feel like to be buried—

  But David had to wait, motionless, letting Sean use his body as the dom wanted. Sean slid down, one millimeter after the other, taking his time. It seemed like aeons had passed before he was fully seated, his thighs bracketing David’s hips. Sean’s breathing hitched when his hips rocked, slowly fucking himself on David’s cock.