by Rosina Scott
“I want to tie you up and use the latex gloves on you to get you off.”
“I don't have any restraints here.”
“That's all right. I brought things with me. Remember, Darcy, if you don't want this, just say so and we can watch a film and have a drink and snuggle in front of the fire on the sofa.”
“I want this. I trust you not to hurt me,” Darcy whispered and turned around in Sheridan's arms so he could face him to let him see his eyes to show how sincere he was about wanting to experience this tonight.
“I'd never dream of hurting you and I would make anyone who ever hurt you sorry.” Sheridan frowned.
“I don't want you to feel like you have to protect me. I can handle myself but I do appreciate that you feel that way about me. Please don't become violent for me because it would hurt me more to know that you'd become something that I know you're not because of me.” Darcy couldn't even stand the thought of it.
“I didn't mean to insult your masculinity with my comments. Besides, I am sure that you are more than capable.” Sheridan grinned.
“It's all right. I'm not offended at all.” Darcy lowered his eyes as he looked down to see that Sheridan's hands still rested against his buttocks.
“I'm glad. That wasn't my intention at all. I only ever want to make you happy.” Sheridan moved his hands up to caress Darcy's back. His fingers were sliding teasingly slow along his spine up to tangle in his hair as Sheridan leant in and placed a chaste kiss to his lips. He lifted his head to look at him once more.
“I love feeling your hands in my hair,” Darcy said smiling softly as Sheridan ran his hands through the strands. His heart thumped in his chest as he realised just how in love he was with Sheridan.
“I like the way it feels. It's so soft,” Sheridan told him as he leant down and began to suck lovingly on one pebbled nipple.
Darcy arched his back, pushing his chest against Sheridan's mouth as he sucked in the taut flesh. “Oh…”
Darcy moaned as he felt Sheridan's hands slide down his back and beneath the waistband of his snug jeans.
* * * *
Sheridan looked up and watched Darcy slowly becoming undone by his skilled touches. While he ran his hand over the heated flesh of Darcy's buttocks, he moved his middle down the crack of his arse to slide in the moist heat between the taut cheeks. Sheridan groaned as he felt Darcy rubbing against him when he released his distended nipple. He pressed his finger against the furled aperture of Darcy's anus and heard the young man moan as he pressed back against his finger, driving the tip into his heat.
“Oh, God, fuck me, Sheridan.” Darcy moaned as he ran his hand slowly against Sheridan's head.
“I'm not sure you're ready for that just yet. But soon, I promise.” Sheridan smiled and removed his finger from Darcy's arse. Grasping the waistband of the younger man's jeans, he pulled them down over his buttocks, dragging the denim over his swollen cock. As he went down to his knees, Darcy's cock hit him in the face, the pre-cum smearing across his cheek. He simply looked at the bobbing flesh; the dusky pink column was already achingly hard and ready for his attentions.
“Let's take this into the bedroom and see about making some of your fantasies become a reality,” Sheridan said before looking up at the dark eyes of his lover and admiring the flush that stained his cheeks. It had even begun to creep down his throat.
Darcy stepped out of his jeans and kicked them to one side. Sheridan got to his feet, his eyes scanning the beautiful young man before him in all his naked glory.
Tonight was all about Darcy and his fantasies and making him feel good.
“If you need to prepare anything, just go right ahead. I need to excuse myself for a few moments,” Darcy told him and crossed the threshold into the bedroom. He paused in the doorway to the en-suite bathroom.
“Remember, Darcy, if you're not comfortable with this, just tell me and we can do something else.” Sheridan wanted to be as sure as he could be that this was mutual.
“I will. I'm fine though, really. I just need to use the bathroom.” Darcy stood there completely naked while he was still fully dressed. What a turn-on.
“Just relax. We have all the time in the world.”
Sheridan smiled softly as he watched the way Darcy wrapped his arms around his chest in a slightly defensive manner. Although he could tell that the younger man was nervous, he could also see just how excited he was at the prospect of trying out one of his fantasies.
“Thank you for understanding and not pressuring me.” Darcy returned his smile as he slipped into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.
* * * *
Darcy took a deep breath and moved over to the sink to rest his hands on the edge as he regarded his reflection in the mirror on the door of the medicine cabinet.
He could hear Sheridan moving around in his bedroom and he smiled as he still couldn't believe that the hot doctor was here in his home, and was interested in him and what he wanted out of their sex life. So far they had done very little beside kiss and feel one another up. Even so, Sheridan still clearly wanted to be with him and Darcy was relieved that he wasn't being pushed into doing anything he wasn't ready for.
Running his hands through his hair nervously, Darcy knew he couldn't hide in the bathroom forever and he really did want to experience what the sexy doctor had planned for him. Plus, he knew that he could stop proceedings at any point if he was at all uncomfortable.
He opened the bathroom door and felt his breath catch in his throat as he took in the sight of the handsome medic standing barefoot in a pair of black silk pants. His chest was bare, showing off the bronzed flesh of his upper body.
Darcy felt his mouth go dry as he gazed at his lover's muscular biceps and well-defined abs. If he didn't know that Sheridan was older than him, he would never have guessed. He was clearly in great health and a vision to behold.
Darcy padded naked into the centre of his bedroom.
His heart thundered in his chest as he watched Sheridan continue to place items unseen from this vantage point behind him into the top drawer of his dresser. His heart skipped a beat. He knew that his limits would be tested tonight with Sheridan making one of his fantasies come true. Playing doctor had always been a turn-on for Darcy but until now he had never had anyone willing to indulge his particular kink.
* * * *
Sheridan felt his cock stirring in his loose fitting black silk pants that hung on his hips while he watched Darcy in the reflection of the wardrobe doors. Darcy was standing in the middle of the room, his shoulder-length hair framing his face as he waited patiently for him to return.
Darcy smiled at Sheridan when he turned around from the drawers at the far right of the room. In his hands he held several lengths of white sterile bandages.
Sheridan crossed the room and set them down on the bed before going back to retrieve the last of the items for today's game. He saw Darcy's eyes flicker towards him briefly before they returned to the floor. He returned to his side and set a pair of latex gloves and some lube onto the bed beside the bandages.
Sheridan gently ran his hand through Darcy's hair as he stood at his side. “You're sure you're okay with this? We can stop at any time. All you have to do is give me the word and it'll be over with. No questions asked.”
“Yeah, I'm certain I want to do this,” Darcy said and looked straight into Sheridan's eyes.
“Are you ready to begin?”
“Yeah.”
“If it gets too much, just use your safe word and we will stop this immediately. I don't want to hurt you, Darcy.”
He could only hope Darcy believed him. “What's your safe word?”
“I understand. It's coffee,” Darcy said after a moment's pause.
Sheridan moved away and picked up the longest piece of bandage, found the halfway point, and tied an overhand knot, leaving a three inch loop. Placing the bandage over Darcy's head so that the loop was level with his shoulder blades, he tied another overhand knot at his ches
t, level with the bottom of the loop at his back.
Darcy's eyes lowered and his breathing evened out as Sheridan continued to place overhand knots several inches apart down his chest, abdomen and just above the shaft of his cock. Darcy's honeyed flesh was bisected with the soft bandage and the three knots adorned his front.
Sheridan ran the two strands of bandage on either side of Darcy's balls and then up the crack of his arse. With the bandage held in one hand, he located Darcy's anus with his finger next to the bandage, marking the spot before moving the bandage from around his crotch. Sheridan tied two overhand knots at the marked position before replacing the bandage around Darcy's balls and up the crack of his arse.
Darcy's breath quickened briefly as Sheridan located the knots and positioned one against his anus.
Sheridan felt his balls tighten as he remembered the feel of that particular knot from experience. He listened to Darcy, making sure that he was still comfortable with what he was doing to him.
Sheridan ran the bandage up Darcy's back and through the loop at his shoulder blades, pulling it through completely but not too tightly as he didn't want to have Darcy become uncomfortable.
Passing the bandage beneath Darcy's arms Sheridan moved around to the front of his body. He looped it between the two top knots and pulled it through completely and back around each side of Darcy's chest and under his arms to his back once more.
* * * *
Darcy evened out his breathing as he felt the soft bandage pass over his body and become tighter as he was carefully bound. He lowered his eyes and tried to ignore the ache in his groin. If he became too excited, this would all be over before it had truly begun.
Sheridan looped the bandage under the vertical strand at Darcy's back before passing it around to his front again, slipping it through the two knots at Darcy's belly button, and pulling it through completely.
“Are you still okay?” Sheridan asked as he checked the two diamonds that crossed Darcy's midsection.
“I'm fine. Please continue,” Darcy said.
Sheridan moved around, checking the bandages.
The loop at his shoulder blades, a large diamond, and a knot against his arse adorned his back.
“You look beautiful like this, Darcy.” Sheridan brought the ends of the bandage from the diamond at Darcy's navel around to the “Y” of his arse, threading the bandage behind each side before pulling them to create a much smaller diamond above his buttocks.
Darcy let out a breathy moan as Sheridan passed the bandage back around the front on each side and through the opening between the shaft of his cock and the knot by his belly button. Sheridan's soft hands brushed against his throbbing organ.
Sheridan wrapped the ends of the bandage around the sides of Darcy's thighs following the natural curves of his arse cheeks and then up between his legs and on either side of his cock and balls.
“Easy, Darcy,” Sheridan whispered as he wrapped the bandage several times around his cock and balls before tying a square knot below his balls to lift them and emphasize them more.
Sheridan reached down and squeezed his cock through the silk while he watched Darcy closely. “I remember what this helplessness feels like. Your balls are restrained and the tightness of the bandages is biting into your flesh.”
“You've been tied up like this?” Darcy asked breathlessly as he looked up at his lover and tried not to come at the thought of Sheridan in his position.
“I have. I'd never do anything to you that I haven't experienced myself. I need to know what it feels like before I subject anyone else to the experience.”
“Was that with a lover?” Darcy asked. Jealousy sounded in his voice at the thought of anyone else touching Sheridan.
“No, I went to a fetish fair and there was a course on bandage bondage. I took part in the demonstration as it was something I'd always wanted to do and what better way to experience it than with someone that teaches courses in the art.” Sheridan smiled.
“I had no idea there were courses in these sorts of things.”
“There are these days. There never used to be, though. It's all about knowing where to look.” Sheridan palmed his cock through the black silk. “Lay on your stomach on the bed, please.”
Darcy knelt on the end of the bed and felt his heart beating excitedly as he watched Sheridan pick up the latex gloves and start to pull them on as he leant forwards and rolled onto his stomach. His head rested on one side so he could see Sheridan.
“Good boy.”
Sheridan ran his gloved hand softly against Darcy's buttocks, easing the bandage away from his entrance so the knot was out of the way. He rubbed his fingers teasingly against his crack, going slowly up and down as he caressed his anus. Darcy let out a breathy moan and Sheridan smiled as he picked up the bottle of lube and used the pump to squirt a liberal amount onto Darcy's hole.
Darcy tried to calm his breathing as he felt Sheridan's fingers against his anus, gently massaging the puckered flesh and pressing the lube into his body to prepare him. He couldn't help the whimper that escaped his lips when he felt the pressure of the firm fingers against his entrance.
* * * *
“Relax, Darcy.” Sheridan purred as he eased gently into Darcy's body, twisting his fingers slightly while he rubbed the base of Darcy's spine with his free hand. He gently worked his fingers within the tight heat of the younger man's body.
He knew it wouldn't be long before Darcy came by the way his body spasmed around Sheridan's fingers as he stretched him. He loved the way Darcy tried to keep his moans inside but failed to do so as he groaned and rubbed against the sheets trying to gain the release he so craved.
Taking pity on him, Sheridan curled his fingers slightly and rubbed his lover's prostate, watching as he came apart under his ministrations. Darcy cried out, arching his back as he pushed up on his arms on the bed and came hotly onto the sheets.
As he eased his fingers from the heat of Darcy's body, Sheridan watched as Darcy soon quietened and relaxed back onto the bed. Sheridan rubbed his buttocks softly once as he watched his lover in the aftermath of orgasm. He eased the bandage back into place and set the knots against the flexing muscle.
“Are you all right, Darcy?” Sheridan asked as he sat back on his heels watching him come down from the high of the intense climax.
“Mmm, I'm fine,” Darcy mumbled sleepily as he blinked up and reached to brush his fingers against Sheridan's cheek. “You didn't come.”
“It's okay. It wasn't about me tonight,” Sheridan said gently as he peeled off the latex gloves and balled them up before tossing them towards the wastepaper bin.
“You can sleep in a minute; just let me get these bandages off you. Do you have some scissors?”
* * * *
“In the bedside drawer.” Darcy said and pointed to the nightstand behind Sheridan.
He was a little disappointed that the bandages were going to be ruined but he knew they could be replaced. He could pick more up at the chemist next time he went into town or maybe Sheridan could get some more from work.
After all, he was a doctor. Either way they were replaceable and clearly Sheridan wanted to get him out of the restraints quickly.
All thoughts went out of his head as he watched Sheridan lean over backwards to open the drawer, his muscles rippling under the skin as he moved. Darcy licked his lips unconsciously as he saw the hint of dark pubic hair appear over the top of the silk pants as the movement caused them to slip down slightly when Sheridan stretched.
“Do you like what you see?” Sheridan asked as he sat up and caught what must be a hungry look on his face.
“You could say that,” Darcy said with a grin as he watched the handsome doctor holding the scissors in one hand. “You're a very attractive man and I still can't believe that you're here and that you're interested in me.”
“There really is nowhere I'd rather be. And believe me, Darcy, when I tell you that you are stunning in your own right,” Sheridan told him as he reac
hed out gently and brushed his free hand along the back of Darcy's right thigh.
“I love watching your reactions to the way I touch your body.”
* * * *
Tracing his fingers up the firm thigh towards the tight globes of Darcy's arse, Sheridan smiled as he heard the indrawn breath while he caressed the curve where each cheek met a thigh. He brought the scissors down to carefully slide beneath the bandages so he could cut the restraints. He watched the steady rise and fall of his lover's back as his excitement built when the cold caress of the stainless steel of the scissor blades brushed against his heated flesh.
Once he had cut through all the bandages, Sheridan set the scissors back on the nightstand and then brushed his hands carefully over the strips of cloth, easing them from his lover's body before placing light kisses where the bandages had been.
“You're so responsive,” Sheridan murmured as he scattered kisses over his lover's body and a thin sheen of perspiration covered Darcy. He could hear heavy breaths as the younger man tried to keep still on the bed and not to move so he could get more attention on his sensitive nipples and his cock that was once more fully aroused.
Sheridan rewarded Darcy for his obedience throughout the evening; he slid his tongue over his silken shaft. He began to carefully clean the semen from the head while he fingered Darcy's pebbled nipples. Darcy moaned as he was engulfed by the wet heat of Sheridan's mouth and it must have taken all his willpower not to buck up off the mattress to sink farther into the warmth.
When he knew that Darcy could take no more, he gently pinched the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers causing the younger man to come once more and leaving him panting on the bed, his hands fisted in the sheets. Smiling as he eased off, Sheridan crawled up next to him and leant down, placing feather-light kisses on Darcy's lips and feeling his breath ghosting across his own. He brushed a wayward strand of the red hair from Darcy's brow before moving away and lying beside him. His hand idly traced the contours of Darcy's chest as he listened to the heavy breaths recede as Darcy came back down to earth.