by Luna, David
The horrified look on his sub’s face was priceless. “I’m so sorry, Sir. Normally I wouldn’t…” He stopped himself and shook his head. “There’s no excuse.”
Gideon almost felt bad for him, so dismayed by something so insignificant. “You’re forgiven. Normally I’d punish you for that, but we haven’t discussed it, nor have we signed the contract, so punishment at this point isn’t fair. I just want you to be one hundred percent certain that you still want to proceed.”
Sebastian waited several beats, ensuring he was done talking, making Gideon smile. “Yes, Sir. Please, I really want you to do it.”
Gideon gave him another long look before he finally acquiesced. As his boy moved back in place, he picked up the rope at the marked midpoint. By the time he stood, Sebastian was in position and fully erect once again. He was a gorgeous sight, his tattoos were beautiful, skin supple, and Gideon took him in, taking his time, walking around one side and back again, loving the fact he had to do nothing to fix the boy’s posture.
Gideon hooked the midpoint of the rope over Sebastian’s head, settling it on the back of his neck. Seeing the desire and–finally–the peace on the boy’s face went a long way in helping him settle quickly into a good headspace. A calm came over him as he wound ropes snugly against soft, beautiful skin, the repetition of movement, the familiarity quickly easing him into Dom space.
As he worked he thought about what a paradox the boy was, a surprise, really, in so many ways. Shy and full of insecurities, funny and kind, strong and brave. Roarke had described him as the boy who was quiet, followed orders beautifully, naturally submissive, reserved, and seemed to have a sadness that he kept locked deep within him.
Roarke was a very good judge of character. Gideon wasn’t about to argue with his insights, but there was so much more to the boy that stood before him, a flush of excitement pinking his skin, his beautiful, uncut cock fully erect. Recovering quickly from his panic, he was giving in so beautifully to the eroticism of the moment. Sebastian had a depth of character and sense of humor that he enjoyed.
Gideon knew he was going to have a hard time resisting the temptation of more with the boy. More emotion, more intimacy, and more commitment. But he’d do it, for Sebastian, if nothing else. His past was too big a stain on his future to involve anyone in his life on a permanent basis. But he could be a good Dom to a boy like Sebastian, and maybe that would be enough for them both.
As Gideon neared the end of his second length of rope he gazed down at the butt plug, reveling in the fact he’d be taking it out soon enough to fuck his boy for the first time. He headed back to the table to gather another coil, satisfied so far with the intricate, crisscross patterns he’d been able to create across Sebastian’s smooth skin. His boy’s arms were now snug behind his back in an atypical box tie knot, as a tie-in to the elaborate webbing on his chest and back.
He slowly walked around Sebastian, checking the bindings, ensuring there was no pinching. Leaning in, close to his sub’s ear, he whispered, “Check in with me, Bastian. Any discomfort or tingling in your limbs?”
A shiver wended its way through Sebastian’s body, letting him know how much his voice affected him. “No discomfort or tingling. Green, Sir.”
“That’s my boy. We’ll continue then. I’m gonna pick you up and put you on the table so I can bind your legs. You’re doing beautifully.”
When he was done with Sebastian’s rigging, his boy’s legs were frog tied and connected to his chest harness, keeping him folded in two and wide open. He walked to the side of the stage, grabbing the hanging cord with the control switch at the end, and lowered the metal suspension frame from the ceiling so that it was within reach. When he got back over to Sebastian the boy was vibrating like a bow string in anticipation.
“Check in, boy.”
At the deep sigh he let out, Gideon leaned in and clasped the back of Sebastian’s neck. He took a deep breath and replied, “Green, Sir.”
“Good boy. We’re gonna get you suspended then. Use your safewords if you need them.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Gideon decided he wanted Sebastian in horizontal suspension, face up. Gathering his supplies, he worked on getting everything ready to suspend his boy from a swivel attached to the frame. He’d use a couple small rigging plates so that he could evenly distribute Sebastian’s weight with enough suspension lines to avoid too much discomfort and any nerve damage. He was always extremely careful when performing bondage suspension and took it very seriously, but he felt an additional responsibility with Sebastian. A need to bring his boy a pleasure like he’d never experienced, while keeping him protected and safe.
When he finally used the control to slowly lift Sebastian’s weight from the table, he heard the quick intake of breath and a giddy moan escape him at finally being suspended. Gideon moved back, away from his boy and watched as he moved incrementally in his bindings, testing them, and moaning again when he realized he was well and truly captured. When the swivel allowed his boy to twist a bit towards him, their eyes locked and the hunger in his sub’s eyes was unparalleled. Gideon had started him out with his lower body at a slightly higher angle, his head therefore a fraction lower. He pressed another button and he was lowered incrementally, until Gideon had him right where he wanted him.
“Please, Sir.”
“Please what, boy?”
“Please, take me. Please.”
“You want my big cock in your tight little hole?”
Sebastian sucked in a breath and nodded. “Please. Please, Sir.”
“You beg so nicely. I want to hear more of it, boy.”
As Sebastian continued to beg and plead, Gideon slowly tugged his shirt up to his ribs. Unbuckling his belt and unfastening his jeans, he breathed a sigh of relief as he lowered the waistband of his boxer briefs below his sac, releasing his hard cock from confinement. He approached his boy—who’d been watching his every move—belt buckle clinking against his pant leg with every step.
He swiveled Sebastian around. The boy’s face was right in front of his cock, the long expanse of his throat exposed as his head tipped back towards the floor. Good boy that he was, he didn’t take any liberties, but let out a whimper and begged to taste him. “Stick out your tongue. That’s it.”
Gideon smacked his cock several times up against his boy’s tongue and then touched the tip of his cock to the tip of Sebastian’s tongue, causing the boy to moan as he did his best to get as much of Gideon’s precum on his tongue as he could. “You want more of my cock, boy?”
“Yes, Sir. Please.”
“You’re gonna get what you want. Open that throat, I wanna see my cock sliding into it. And take a deep breath, you’re gonna need it.”
The boy obeyed immediately, sucking in air like he was starving for it and then holding it. Gideon slid his cock deep inside his boy’s hot, wet mouth. It wouldn’t fit all the way in, it was fat, and it was long. and that would take practice. Practice, he was going to ensure, made perfect. That didn’t stop him from pushing as much of it in as would fit. He felt his cockhead slip into the boy’s open throat and he trained his eyes on it, watching the muscles move as he swallowed around him, taking more in until Gideon could see the outline of his cockhead in the boy’s throat. Nothing could have stopped him from placing a palm against it to feel himself there.
He brought his other hand behind the boy’s head, holding him there for several long beats until he felt Sebastian’s body do its best to expel the intrusion. Pulling back, he kept his hands in place and tilted the boy’s head up so their eyes met. “I’m gonna fuck that throat. We need to condition it to take all of me, understand?”
Sebastian nodded as much as he could within Gideon’s hold, and whispered, “Yes, please, Sir.”
Gideon growled at this easy acceptance and grated out, “That’s right. You want it, now. Soon enough you’re gonna need it. Open up.”
When that tongue appeared again, he slid back in and held his head steady as he fuc
ked slowly in and out of his boy’s throat. On the way out he made sure he pulled back far enough to allow for the boy’s desperate gulps of air and then slid right back in. No rest for the wicked.
He went on like that for a while longer, feeling the boy’s saliva sliding down his shaft and slipping down his sac. He’d be willing to bet there was some at his feet. The thought of it had him pushing in a bit deeper, eliciting a moaning gag, prompting him to pull all the way out so he could tilt Sebastian’s head up. When they made eye contact, Sebastian had tears in his eyes from the strain.
“That’s my good boy. You’re doing so well. I want more, but I’m not sure you’re ready.”
“Please. Please, let me try, Sir.”
“Damn, Bastian. I don’t think I’ve ever heard sweeter begging in my life. I’m gonna let you try. I wanna see those lips straining around my fat cock, that throat taking me in. Deep breath.”
His sub sucked in a desperate breath and moaned as Gideon’s cock was slipped past his lips. He slid in deep, waited for that first swallow around his cockhead and then used his hands to hold his sub’s head as he pushed in deeper than he’d been. He held himself there, a little longer that time, letting the boy gag around him twice before pulling out.
He leaned down and licked his way into Sebastian’s hot mouth, reaching up and grabbing the ropes crisscrossing over Sebastian’s abdomen. When he’d had his fill, he tipped his sub’s head back down with a hand cupping his chin and looked up at his fingers that were swirling in his boy’s precum that had pooled near his belly button. Glancing down at the floor, he saw the drops of Sebastian’s saliva that had slid off his own cock and balls. Bringing his face alongside Sebastian’s, he whispered in his ear, “You’re dripping for me, boy. You like that cock in your throat, don’t you?”
His voice was rough from the workout when he answered, “Yes, Sir.”
Gideon stood and squeezed Sebastian’s cock, giving it a few good tugs before pushing it back towards his ass and letting it go. He watched it spring back and smack his stomach and he grinned at the boy’s sweet moan and the sight of the thin shiny thread of precum now connecting the tip of his cock to his abdomen.
He let his voice reflect his desire when he whispered, “I’m gonna pull that plug out and slide my cock deep. That what you want, Sebastian?”
His sub moaned, nodding. “Please. I want you to fill me up, Sir.”
“That’s what I want to hear.”
Gideon swiveled the boy about ninety degrees and made some adjustments so his head was much higher than his ass. He pulled a condom from his pocket and rolled it down his shaft while Sebastian looked on. When his boy moaned and his head fell back, Gideon gripped his hair and lifted it again. When their eyes met, the blown pupils spoke of his boy’s readiness. He kissed him, and said, “Check in with me boy, before we go any further.”
Sebastian closed his eyes, ever so slowly and when he opened them again the desire Gideon saw there had his heart skipping a beat. “Green. Please, Sir.”
Gideon nodded and kissed Sebastian’s hairline, breathing in the sweet scent of his own shampoo on the boy’s soft, beautiful strands. Possessiveness shot through every nerve ending in his body and he pulled the single use lube packet from his pocket. He spun Sebastian’s gorgeous round ass his way, a thrill snaking through him as he took in those beautiful globes separated by the base of the largest plug he’d purchased to prepare his boy for his cock.
He separated his cheeks with one hand and clasped the plug’s base in the other, slowly pulling it out and nearly moaning himself when he saw Sebastian’s ring of muscle give way to the large body of the plug. When it slid easily the rest of the way out, he watched as his boy’s stunningly perfect hole stayed open for several moments before slowly shrinking back, his beautiful pucker expanding and contracting incrementally, as if trying to grab him and pull him in.
Opening the lube packet with his teeth, he squeezed some on his thumb and forefinger. Swiping his thumb over that gorgeous wrinkled skin a few times and pressing the pad of it against his entrance, Gideon smiled as the boy’s body was wracked with shivers and he let a whimper escape. He rubbed the lube from his finger over the hole and then brought his thumb back against it, pressing in and growling when the boy’s hole practically sucked it in, as if begging for more.
Unable to wait another minute longer, he poured a generous amount of lube in his palm, and slicked up his cock. He squeezed some down the boy’s smooth crack and used his thumb to rub the lube into the boy’s hole. Gathering more on his finger, he slid it in, preparing Sebastian for his cock. Grabbing the spider web rigging on the boy’s chest, he held Sebastian still as he moved forward. He used his other hand to guide his cock to Sebastian’s waiting hole and pushed his cockhead against Sebastian’s entrance.
When he realized Sebastian was subconsciously tensing up, he stilled his body, dragging his cockhead up and down the boy’s crack, and whispered, “Open for me, boy. Bear down as I push in. Don’t fight it, welcome it.”
It seemed to be all the boy needed to loosen up and relax. He felt a kind of unfurling of Sebastian’s muscles and then his head was past the rings of muscle and he was being drawn into the tightest, hottest hole he’d ever entered. He inched in incrementally, not wanting to hurt Sebastian, but his body was urging him to pound into the boy until he came, screaming out Gideon’s name. He’d never seen anything as beautiful as Sebastian’s ass milking his dick.
“Goddamn. Your hole is so greedy for my cock, sucking me in. You’re gonna take all of me. Open that little hole for me a bit more.”
Pulling back out a couple inches, he eased back in three and so it went until he was fully seated and his boy was moaning incoherently. Easing in and out fully several times assured him that Sebastian was ready. He grabbed onto his boy’s hips and slammed home. The shouted, “Yes!” had him grinning and doing it again, eliciting a, “Oh fuck! Yes!”
“So good. Take it.”
Slamming in again, he heard his boy mumbling and had to quiet his own breathing to hear him. Sebastian, eyes closed, head thrown back, was asking for more, over and over. He realized in that moment he wanted—no needed—to see his boy’s eyes and slowly, torturously pulled almost all the way out, leaving Sebastian panting and begging for his cock and finally raising his head again to look at him.
Before he could say anything, Sebastian groaned, “Gr-green, Sir. More, please.”
Gideon grinned when Sebastian assumed he’d wanted him to check in. He hadn’t. He’d known the boy was green by the sweet moans and begging. No, he’d wanted Sebastian’s gaze and his eyes narrowed as the sub closed his and whispered more pleas. His voice was stern when he finally grated out, “Keep your eyes on me, boy.”
When those eyes popped open and Sebastian gave a small nod, Gideon slid back inside that hot, tight hole and began a torturously slow undulation of his hips as the boy, arms tied behind his back, legs tied open and close to his chest looked on, helpless to do anything but take what Gideon gave him. The longing in Sebastian’s eyes, the hitch of his breath, and the sight of that sweet tongue licking his lower lip had Gideon quickening his pace.
“Tell me how much you want my cock. How good it feels. Tell me what you need.”
That released a sweet hum and Gideon didn’t think he could ever tire of hearing his boy’s reactions and in fact wanted to hear more of them, but he was happy to hear Sebastian’s strained voice a second later.
“Want it, Sir. So big. It feels so good, so good.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmm, you’re so big. It hurts. Hurts so fucking good. I need… I need…”
“What do you need, Bastian?”
“More, Sir. Harder. Faster. Please.”
Without saying another word Gideon slammed his hips forward, growling and losing his calm façade. As Sebastian cried out, but kept his gaze on him, Gideon moved his hands from the boy’s hips and gripped the rope rigging high on Sebastian’s chest and used it as an anc
hor as his hips took up a frantic, pounding pace. He gripped Sebastian’s hair at the base of his neck, tugging on it, holding it tight in his grip, the boy hummed and several “yeses” fell from his lips.
Gideon refused to tear his eyes away, no matter how much he wanted to close them at the sensations. He wanted to feel and see everything. Revel in the experience of watching his boy fly, eyes still on him, but glassy and unfocused.
That’s what did it. That’s what tipped him over and his hips sped up until he was sure they’d be a blur to anyone watching and then he growled, his pace faltering, rhythm lost as his stomach clenched and he flooded the condom deep inside Sebastian’s ass. He rode it out, pace increasing again as Sebastian’s ass tightened on his cock.
He looked down and saw the boy’s cock drip more precum. Letting go of Sebastian’s hair, he slowly slid his palm under the boy’s cock, barely touching it. Wrapping his fingers around that gorgeous steely length, grip still barely there, feather soft, he slid Sebastian’s foreskin back to reveal his cockhead and whispered, “Come, boy.”
When he felt Sebastian’s cock jerk in his palm, satisfaction in the form of chills radiated from his core to his extremities, another volley of cum joining the rest in the condom. He hadn’t been sure the boy would be able to come without any pressure on his cock, wasn’t sure the barely there grip was enough, and he knew he’d be working hard to make him come with absolutely no stimulation in the future.
Sebastian’s whole body shuddered and those slightly higher-pitched, moaning sighs escaped with every spurt shooting out of his cock, until it was spent. Only then did Sebastian’s gaze leave his when he could no longer hold his head up and it tilted back. Knowing he was flying, floating in subspace and an orgasm high, too blissed out to feel more than that blissful euphoria, Gideon slipped out of him as quickly as he could manage without causing pain or yanking him out of his trance-like state.
He made quick work of his condom, fastened his pants and belt, and pulled the table back under Sebastian, needing to get the boy out of his bindings as quickly as possible. He knew he’d never been bound for so long, nor as completely, let alone suspended. And while Gideon knew he’d been completely safe and the boy would be fine, he’d still be sore and feeling it for days. The most important job Gideon had, besides honoring the trust Sebastian granted him with his mind and body, was aftercare and he took his responsibility seriously.