Eddie flapped his hands. “You wouldn’t need to. Maddy wants someone who looks like your average bloke to take part.”
“Okay, then. We can do it later.”
“Seriously?” Eddie was looking at him like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You don’t want to make any more conditions?”
“Maybe one.” Would Eddie agree? It was a lot to ask, but faint heart never won fair maid—erm, lad. “First I’d like to take some photos of you. In bed. Today.”
Eddie’s lips curled. “Only if you send me copies too.”
“Deal.”
They shook on it.
“Let’s go,” Jeff said, getting to his feet. He pulled his shorts back on, but he couldn’t be bothered by the rest. If his neighbours wondered why he was walking half-naked through his garden with another bloke, and a very obvious hard-on, they’d just have to draw their own conclusions. He could live with that.
Chapter Twenty-One
Eddie followed Jeff back up to the house, oddly nervous now they were about to get into the zone. Maybe that was because this was more of a teaching session than others had been. After all, Jeff probably wasn’t going to know what half the stuff in Eddie’s suitcase actually was. And yep, he might be totally freaked out by some of it.
Eddie just had to hope the lust he’d seen blazing in Jeff’s eyes would be enough to carry him over any “I’m not gay” wibbles.
“Where do you want to do this?” Eddie asked. Jeff was standing at the base of the staircase, but he was staring over at the empty grate.
Jeff cleared his throat. “Upstairs. I want to tie you to my bed.”
“Sounds good to me. I’ll just need to show you how some of this kit works first.” He lifted up the suitcase.
Jeff’s eyes widened, but he nodded, and his erection certainly didn’t seem to be flagging. Eddie followed him up the stairs, eager for a first glimpse of Jeff’s upper level.
It was plain and simple up here, much like the downstairs, but the daylight revealed evidence of empty picture pins sticking out of the walls, and darker spots on the paper below them where frames must have once hung. Eddie wanted to ask more about this Sarah woman, and what she’d taken with her when she left—a large chunk of Jeff’s heart, he was guessing—but he didn’t want to kill the mood.
And all thoughts of Jeff’s ex fled from his head when he entered the bedroom. “Oh my God, that bed is perfect!” It was an old brass bedstead, painted cream, with a plain white duvet on it. It looked so innocent and countrified, and it was going to be so thoroughly debauched in just a short while.
Eddie salivated at the prospect of being the first man to be tortured on it. There was something special about christening a bed.
He looked up from his appreciation to find Jeff giving him a puzzled look. “It’s nothing special. We got it in IKEA. I mean, not we. Me and my ex.”
“Shh! Don’t tell me. Let me imagine it’s some heirloom passed down from your grandmother or something. It’ll make it all that much more titillating for us to do what we’re about to do. Or rather, for you to do to me what you’re about to do to me, and for me to take it like a good boy.”
Jeff shook his head. “You’re nuts, you are.”
“Actually, that’s a good idea. We can start with my nuts.” Eddie placed his case on the bed and unzipped it. The toys were a heap inside—he should really get some kind of case with handy storage pockets in it, but then again, it wasn’t like he’d have to bring them over here ever again. Not with their last session taking place elsewhere.
No, no point dwelling on that. Eddie leaned in and started taking things out, placing them in a row on the bed. He felt movement beside him and heard Jeff’s throat working like he was bracing himself to say something.
Eddie would spare him the embarrassment. “These are all intended for genital torture, but that doesn’t mean they all necessarily hurt. This one, for instance, is bloody amazing for a while.” He held up the magic wand and wondered if Jeff had a plug socket anywhere near enough to the bed for them to use it. “But, like any kind of pleasure, you can have too much of a good thing, and it can be used past the peak of enjoyment, to where your sub is begging you to stop because they just can’t take it anymore.”
Jeff took the magic wand from Eddie’s hand and frowned at it. “This is one of those massage thingies, isn’t it? Sarah had one.”
Bloody Sarah again. Seemed like they couldn’t get away from her today. “Didn’t Sarah tell you they’re commonly used as vibrators?” Maybe she’d kept it her little secret.
“Women put these inside them?” Jeff’s eyes went wide, as well they might. This particular magic wand was a good three inches wide at the end.
“They’re not intended for internal use. Too tricky to keep clean, and probably way too powerful. You want a vibrator inside you, you’d be better off going for one of these.”
Eddie picked up his favourite vibrating dildo. It was thick, black and looked pretty mean. Jeff blanched. “I thought vibrators had those bunny ears on them. You know, like you see in Ann Summers shops.” He scratched at his neck like crazy, as if to ward off the blush Eddie could see creeping up it.
“Since when have you been in an Ann Summers shop?”
“Erm, a couple of years ago. Sarah thought some new underwear might liven things up for us.”
“And did it?”
“Kind of.” Scratch-scratch-scratch. “I mean, it was sexy, but what I really wanted was to get some of the toys, but she said no. She wasn’t going to let me tie her up or hurt her. Which I totally respected.”
“Of course you did.” Poor Jeff, being stuck in a vanilla relationship for so many years. Eddie’s heart went out to him, and although he wanted to find out more, he didn’t want to make the poor bloke feel any more awkward than he already was. “Well, those vibrators you saw there are intended for women. If you want one for your arse, you need a wide base so it doesn’t get accidentally sucked in by your muscles.”
Jeff was nodding now. “Yeah, I read about that. Does it really happen?”
“Never to me, but this bloke I know, he’s had to go to hospital four times to get things pulled out of his arse. You’d think he’d have learnt his lesson, but he just gets off on sticking everyday household objects up there, and they don’t usually come with the right kind of base.”
“He sounds like an idiot.”
“Yep. Solo BDSM is fun, but it can be risky. Like all those people who die of autoerotic asphyxiation. Doing it with a partner is much more exciting, and usually safer.”
“Not everyone’s lucky enough to find a partner who likes kinky sex.” Jeff sounded really morose now.
“That’s what the Internet’s for. Hooking up with other kinky types. Although it’s probably easier for gay men. I don’t think there are nearly as many straight women out there looking for hookups.”
“You’re telling me.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll find you someone.” It hurt to get the words out, but since Jeff was never going to settle down with a man, Eddie should help him find someone to make him happy. “Our last session. We’re going to a club. We’ll be covering public humiliation and exhibitionism. You can look for someone there.”
“We’re going out together. To a gay club?” Jeff looked terrified.
“Not a gay one. A kink club. There might be a few gay couples, but it’s likely to be mostly straight. Gay men tend to find the straight fetish clubs a bit tame. And there are far too many scantily clad women in them, but I figured that would be a good thing in your case.”
Jeff pulled a face Eddie couldn’t interpret, but at least it wasn’t a leer at the prospect of naked female flesh. “And you want me to publicly humiliate you?”
God, did Eddie want that! But he knew not to push Jeff too far past his comfort zone. “No, this is more of a field trip. We can jus
t observe and talk about what we see. I won’t be there as your sub. Just your…” He searched for the right word. “Mentor?”
“Oh.” Jeff’s expression went blank. “Okay. I’ve never been to one of those clubs before. Should be exciting.”
“Perhaps.” Privately, Eddie thought it would all be rather boring—especially as he wasn’t going to be there as Jeff’s sub—but he wasn’t about to burst Jeff’s bubble.
“Whereabouts were you thinking?” Jeff asked.
Eddie had done his online homework and lined a few possibilities up. “Well, we don’t have as wide a choice out here as people do in the southeast, but there are a few places that do the occasional fetish night. The next one coming up is down in Bournemouth this coming weekend, but that’s not going to be so good in terms of meeting someone local. And to be honest, we could probably get into London in the same time it will take us to drive down there.”
“That’s okay. Bournemouth sounds good.” The speed at which Jeff rushed to say that made Eddie pause, but maybe it was simply embarrassment on Jeff’s part.
“We’d have to stay in a hotel,” Eddie said. “But there’s plenty to choose from. How about I book us a room somewhere? My treat.” If he left it to Jeff to book a hotel, they’d probably end up in a Travelodge.
“No. I’ll do it.”
“But…” Eddie floundered, trying to think of a way of putting it that wouldn’t offend Jeff.
“Don’t you trust me to look out for us?”
Us. He’d said us. Eddie couldn’t stop himself grinning stupidly. “Yeah, you’re right. I trust you.” And if it was a Travelodge with paper-thin walls, so what? He’d just have to find a way of getting a thrill out of slumming it for a night. And he could always wear a gag to keep the noise down.
Jeff met Eddie’s gaze for a moment, then looked down to the bed. His eyes widened. “What the hell is this thing?” he said, picking up the stainless steel ball-crusher press. “Bloody hell, it’s heavy.” He played with the handle, twirling it around so that the base moved up on its internal screw thread. He turned it over, fiddling with the fastenings that opened the cylindrical body of the press and running his fingers around the small opening at the top. A kind of horrified fascination dawned on his face. “Oh my God, is this what I think it is?”
“I don’t know. What do you think it is?” Eddie fought the urge to cup his hands protectively over his crotch. He loved the press—for fuck’s sake, he’d bought it himself, hadn’t he?—but the thought of its immanent use always made him squirm. It was intense. And painful. And dangerous. And oh-so-fucking-good in the right hands.
“Erm, you put your dick in it?” Jeff had blanched under his tan.
“Not your dick. Your balls. If you wanted something to put your dick in—sorry, to put my dick in,” he corrected as Jeff really did slam a hand down over his crotch, “then you’d be looking at a cock cage. But I don’t have any of those.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t like them. I want to be able to get hard when I’m turned on. A cock cage hurts when you get an erection. Some of them don’t even let you get a semi-on. They’re fucking horrible. And don’t you even think about buying one, you bastard.”
“I won’t. I like you having an erection. I mean, I, erm, I like to know you’re enjoying what I’m doing.” Jeff scratched his neck like a dog with fleas. “But you actually like this thing? Really?” He stared at the ball crusher like it was a medieval instrument of torture, which perhaps it had been. There was a certain resemblance to a thumb screw.
Eddie closed his hands over Jeff’s. “Like is a tricky concept sometimes. I don’t exactly enjoy it when it’s being tightened. It bloody well hurts, but there’s a kind of pleasure in that too. And it’s fucking sexy to be at someone’s mercy like that, because if it was tightened too far, it could do some serious damage. Takes a huge amount of trust for me to get this one out with someone else.”
Jeff’s eyes widened. “Do you want me… I mean, would you let me use it on you?”
“I’d love you to. Just go slowly. Not more than a half turn at a time. And once I’ve reached the point when I’m pleading with you to stop, no more than one more half turn. And don’t leave it on for longer than about thirty minutes, max.”
“You need me to set a timer?”
“Nah. It should be okay for the time it takes you to either shag me silly or beat the crap out of my arse.” Eddie showed Jeff how to operate the quick-release catch. What with the way Jeff’s breath had sped up, he thought he was about to get thrown onto the bed and trussed up right away, but Jeff held on and seemed to concentrate for the rest of Eddie’s little toy talk. He seemed interested in the cock rings—especially the ones that went round both balls and cock—and out of the various nipple clamps Eddie had packed, he was definitely drawn to the huge, fierce-looking ones. “They’re engineered so they get tighter as you pull on them,” Eddie explained after clipping one on the end of Jeff’s finger. He yanked on the cord to demonstrate.
“Ow! For fuck’s sake.” Jeff released it and stuck his finger in his mouth.
“Lightweight. You should try one on your nipple. Or clamped over your foreskin. Or on the loose skin behind your balls.”
Jeff was definitely looking green around the gills. “I think I’ll stick to your nipples.”
“Probably a good idea. For now.” Although Eddie wanted to beg Jeff to use them everywhere, if this was to be their last session in bed like this. But no, they’d have their hotel next weekend too. Eddie could pack all the toys he still wanted Jeff to use, couldn’t he? For one last festival of kink. A farewell fuck.
“Did you bring the cuffs?” Jeff asked, and Eddie fished them out of the case. “Put them on. Wrists and ankles.”
Jeff began gathering up the toys. Oh. Weren’t they going to use any of them? Eddie did his best to smother his disappointment. After all, it wasn’t like Jeff was gay. Although he did do a bloody good impression of being bi-as-you-like.
But then he noticed Jeff lining up some of the toys on the top of his chest of drawers.
Eddie smothered a smile and bent down to buckle up his ankle cuffs.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Tying Eddie to the bed went much faster than it had the previous week. Jeff glanced at the clock. Okay, maybe not that much faster, but definitely smoother. He wasn’t as jumpy as last time, and he handled the rope confidently, making deft knots like he’d learnt to when he was a kid. If only his Scout leader could see him now, putting his highwayman’s hitch to good use. Jeff tugged carefully on the end before lifting the rope to where spread-eagled Eddie could see it. “This is a quick-release pull. Should you need it for any reason.”
Eddie raised his eyebrows. “That’s nice of you, but I’ve never met a man who’s given me so much I needed to escape.”
“I’m not thinking of that. It’s just in case I, you know, if anything should happen to me. Wouldn’t want my mum finding you tied to my bed while I’m dead on the floor.” He thought about that some more. “And if I did collapse for any reason, I’d want you to be able to dial 999.”
Eddie’s brow crinkled. “Are you feeling all right? Is there something I should know about? A health condition?”
“I’m fine.” Jeff flexed his muscles, tempted to drop down and do some press-ups, just to show Eddie how fine he was. “I’ve just been reading up on scene safety. You know. Responsible Dom stuff.” He didn’t mention he’d been paying special attention to breath play. The website had strongly recommended that a good Dom would let the sub bring that up, should it be something they wanted to try. And besides, admitting you wanted to choke someone had to be creepy for them, didn’t it? Jeff would certainly run a mile or ten if someone said that to him.
Especially if he was tied up at the time.
Although, in that case, he probably wouldn’t be able to run anywhere. Hence the
quick-release tie.
“You’ve been doing your homework. Even though I didn’t set you any. I like that.” Eddie was studying him in a way that made Jeff want to go and hide in the wardrobe, but he brazened it out instead and knelt down to fetch his homemade spreader bar from under the bed. Eddie’s eyes darkened in response.
“I’ve been reading about these. Ways to use them. And I thought it might be more interesting than having you in four-point restraints. Gives me more access.” Access to the bits of Eddie Jeff really hadn’t wanted to go near to begin with. Funny how a few short weeks had desensitised him. He had a good ogle at Eddie’s cock and balls. His dick was straining up, all ripe and inviting, and his balls dangled beneath, plump and juicy looking. Jeff’s own cock and balls got all worked up over it, making him think they must be in league with his eyes and somehow his brain had been left out of the loop.
That would certainly explain why he felt like such a clueless moron around Eddie, but at least he was getting better at acting like he knew what was going on. He had to maintain the impression of always being in charge. Even when he knew the man he was with could probably lead him around by the balls, should he decide to.
Even when he was bloody desperate to taste him. But Doms didn’t do all that, did they? And straight ones certainly didn’t suck cock. Jeff was pretty sure about that, even if it was all he could cling to in a stormy sea of desire. He anchored himself more firmly by concentrating on the spreader bar. He’d screwed an eye-hook into each end of the length of broom handle, and then attached trigger clips using split rings. It was pretty bloody satisfying to attach it to Eddie’s ankle cuffs and confirm it worked every bit as well as the fancy, store-bought one Eddie had shown him the previous week.
Eddie flexed his legs and grinned. “What are you going to do to me now you’ve got me at your mercy?”
“I haven’t finished with tying you up yet.” Jeff rooted around under the bed for the collar he’d bought, then realised his mistake. “Shit. I should have put this on you first.”
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