by Alison Tyler
Rosie came with a burst of warmth, flooded by light that shone into the warm little studio space. She strained her thighs against the ropes that held them, braced herself and shoved her pelvis down against the contractions that thronged inside her. Her head rolled to the side and the light found her face. She breathed through her mouth and felt herself floating somewhere. The tingling moved through her teeth, sang in her scalp, tickled the ends of her hair. She was limp and weightless, she was floating free. She wasn’t even sure how she found herself standing, or how much time might have passed later, when Arlo suggested the café across the road for lunch. But she agreed, suddenly ravenously hungry.
She pulled her dress up to reveal the rope circling her thigh, looked at Arlo expectantly. She hadn’t a clue where to start untying herself.
“Oh.” He smiled at her. “Well, how about you leave it on while we eat, and afterward, we can come back here and I can take it off…or leave it there to hold on to it while I fuck you?”
She blushed again, knowing it would be ridiculous to pretend shock after she’d just come on his floor, in his bonds, and was looking forward to doing it again. And so she ate lunch, tied in his rope and the red marks that ran around her chest and arms, squirming in her seat and waiting for the new thing that had already begun to take flight and carry her with it.
CUTE BOY GETS SQUEEZED
D. L. King
Hey, Cute Boy, you should come over here. I got something fun for you,” she said.
No “Hi, how are you”; no “This is…”; no preamble, nothing. It didn’t matter; I’d know that peculiar cross between a Brooklyn and a Southern accent anywhere. And besides, Evangeline was the only person who called me Cute Boy.
Somehow, Eve had spotted my kink right from the get-go. She knew, even before I did. She could tell I wanted to be bound, controlled, placed in predicaments I couldn’t get out of, my free will supplanted by the will of another, yada yada yada. You get the idea.
“So, Cute Boy, you comin’ over or what?”
“Hi, Eve.”
“Hi, Cute Boy.” She said it with a sort of dreamy quality. Eve was bizarre, but man, was she hot. I knew whatever she had in mind would be more than “fun”; it would probably be unbelievable.
“Tick tock, Cute Boy.”
“Uh, yeah,” I said, “Okay. But I don’t know where you are.”
“Sure you do. You’ve been here. Red Hook. Remember?”
Of course I remembered. How could I forget? It was the first time I’d been tied up since I was six. Eve lived in this huge industrial loft space that had been converted into part photography studio and part living space. Her roommate, whom I’d never met, was a photographer—a pretty successful fetish photographer, from what I gathered. Eve wrote dirty books. Maybe she did something else, too; I didn’t know.
“But how do you get there?” I asked.
“It’s easy, Cute Boy, just take a cab.”
She gave me the address and I said okay. Okay—of course okay. I jumped in the shower, and while I shaved off the pubic stubble that had grown since the last time we’d played, I remembered the way the ropes felt against my bare skin. I thought about the way the prickly hemp felt between my legs and the way my balls bulged and stretched, tightly wrapped in rawhide. Just thinking about it practically made me come right there in the shower.
The sun was just beginning to set as I rang the bell and heard the lock click as the buzzer sounded. I stepped into the big, industrial cage and pulled the front gate down in order to start the climb to the top of the building. That’s when the butterflies kicked in. This was only the second time I’d been here, and Evangeline was—different… I mean, I didn’t think she was, like, dangerous or anything, but, well, it’s strange what kinds of thoughts can run through your mind on your way to being made naked and helpless.
I rang the bell and a guy opened the door. Before I could say anything, Eve bounded up and draped her arm across my shoulder, pulling me inside.
“Cute Boy, this is my roommate Nigel. Nigel, Cute Boy.”
“Pete,” I said, holding out my hand to Nigel. “I didn’t know your roommate was going to be here.”
“Chill, Cute Boy, that’s why I called you. Nigel’s got this gig and we wanted to try something out before the shoot. I immediately thought of you. You’re not claustrophobic, are you?”
“I don’t think so. Why? You’re not gonna lock me up in a closet, are you?”
“No! That wouldn’t be any fun at all. So you’re not, then, right?”
“I don’t think so.”
“You like rubber?”
“Huh? I don’t know. Maybe. Yeah, I guess. What’s this all about?”
“Take your clothes off.”
I eyed Nigel, who was standing by the kitchen counter drinking a cup of tea and futzing with a camera. “Wait a minute. Is he gonna take pictures? I don’t know about that, and you have to tell me what the deal is.” I was taking a stand.
“Don’t worry, no one will ever know it’s you, I promise.” She put her hands on my shoulders and kissed me while she slid her hands up, under my T-shirt, grazing my nipples as she pushed the shirt farther up until I gave in and took it off. She petted my chest and stroked from my nipples down to my navel with the backs of her hands, her glossy blue fingernails skating over my skin, raising goose bumps. When she made it to the waistband of my jeans, she unbuttoned them and I let them fall into a heap at my feet.
“See, didn’t I tell you? He’s got the cutest little body and such a nice cock.”
My “nice cock” had been getting all happy until she pointed it out to Nigel, and then it started to wilt.
“Oh, poor baby. Just forget Nigel’s here. Go away, Nigel. Come into the living room, I want to show you something.”
Nigel disappeared into another room and I followed Eve to a giant square of gray rubber stretched over what looked like a frame made of PVC pipe. I touched the rubber and it felt nice: cool and slick but not slippery—kinda smooth. “Hey, I’ve seen one of these online. This is a vac something, right?”
“A vac bed.”
“Yeah, a vac bed.” My cock started to wake up again.
“Wanna try it?”
Oh, yeah, I wanted to try it. I think there was a little drool at the corner of my mouth as I nodded, kneeling on the floor, stroking the rubber.
“I have some toys to go with it that I think will make it even more fun,” she said.
I was so enthralled with the rubber and the whole idea of being squeezed between the sheets, I wasn’t paying much attention until she said she was going to blindfold me. I wasn’t sure I wanted to be blindfolded, but she said it would be better for my eyes and besides, I’d have to have ’em closed inside the vac bed anyway.
I suppose she had a point there.
After blindfolding me, she helped me kneel down on the floor next to the vac bed and told me to get on my hands and knees.
“Ever had anything up your butt?” she asked.
I thought of Nigel and said no, thinking I might not want anything up my butt. Before I could get the words out, I felt slick fingers teasing my asshole. “Um, Eve…”
“This’ll be fun. You’ll like it. Just relax. It’s just a little butt plug.”
I felt something huge slowly coaxing me open, but she kept stroking my cock and balls the whole time, which seemed to help. And after a while, it felt pretty good. I pushed back against it and my body just sucked it inside.
While I was shifting my weight from one knee to the other, getting the feel for the plug, I felt something wet and cold press against me, somewhere between my balls and my asshole. It almost made me jump out of my skin. Eve laughed.
“Cute Boy, you’re so cute.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing. Don’t worry about it,” she said.
“No, really, what was it?” I asked again.
“It’s a surprise,” she said. “I think you’ll like it. It’ll be fun. And if you do
n’t like it, you can do a safe call thing. So look,” she said, “I’ll help position you between the rubber sheets and get the breathing tube situated. There’s, like, a mouthpiece inside the sheets that you put in your mouth, and that way you can breathe ’cause, you know, you’re gonna wanna breathe, and this way you can do it without breaking the seal. But then you won’t be able to talk. So we’ll have a signal. If I ask you a question, make one noise for yes and two for no. And if you don’t like it and want to stop, just make two noises and we’ll stop. Okay?”
As soon as I crawled between the rubber and felt it on my skin, my cock got happy. With each movement, the plug in my ass knocked against different parts of me and set off little nerve fireworks, but once I was situated and had the mouthpiece in, nervous anticipation took over. The cold of the rubber against my bare skin made me shiver, but by the time Eve locked the frame together, things began to heat up.
I lay on the floor, spread-eagle, with my cock sticking straight up as I heard the vacuum start up and the air being sucked out. I felt Eve’s hands through the rubber as she played with and stroked my cock, which only strained harder against her touch. I could feel the rubber sheeting start to shift and close in against me and I fidgeted.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
I tried to say something but it was unintelligible.
“Grunt once for yes and twice for no.”
So I grunted once and felt her guiding my erect cock toward my belly as the rubber began to wrap around it and squeeze me in tightly. I grunted, with feeling.
“Like that, do you?”
I tried to nod but couldn’t move my head. The rubber had encased my cheeks and my forehead and I felt like I was in a velvet vise. The vacuum was still going and I could feel the rubber’s hot embrace getting tighter and tighter until I could no longer so much as twitch. That’s when I felt something trace up and down my hard-on. I must have babbled incoherent things because the torturous touching continued, but Eve told me to grunt once for good and twice for stop. I would normally have slouched into the feeling but I couldn’t move enough to slouch. All I could do was produce one protracted grunt and take it like a man.
The noise of the vacuum stopped and I felt more than one set of hands. I felt fingers circling my nipples, causing them to get even stiffer under the tight bondage and fingers teasing my sac and the head of my cock, and as I acclimated to the dichotomy of sexual edge and the relaxation of strict bondage, everything but my body ceased to exist. I floated in the sensation of the tight cocoon—until, out of nowhere, my ass lit up like a Christmas tree. My ass was getting fucked from the inside, but the plug wasn’t moving. At the same time, I felt an insistent throbbing just behind my asshole and I moaned.
“Is that a happy noise?” she asked.
One long grunt followed.
“I thought it would be fun to hook you up to electric toys. I guess you think it’s pretty fun too, judging by the noises you’re making.” Once she got it set the way she wanted it, she went back to stroking my body through the rubber. I have no idea how long she played with me that way; I lost all track of time. When she ramped up the sensations in my ass and balls, I came back to myself to feel her concentrating her touch on the head of my cock. She swirled her finger around the sensitive part, under the tip.
I felt an electrical jolt go up my butt and, at the same time, I felt her fingernails bite into my cock, through the rubber.
You have no idea what an odd sensation it is to come while your body is under extreme pressure. My back wanted to arch, and the bondage of the vac bed wouldn’t allow it. It was like straining against a wall of steel. Shortly after that, the pressure was released. I began to shiver almost as soon as she opened the frame. My body was covered in sweat and it pooled under my butt and my back, between my legs and under my arms. I took the blindfold off as Eve threw me a towel.
“How was it?” she asked.
“Fucking amazing,” I said.
“Wait till you see the pictures!”
ON THE ROCKS
Heidi Champa
It was so damn hot. The air-conditioning really picked a hell of a night to conk out. The usually chilly airflow stopped completely right before the pub was supposed to open. Noah called the repair guy, but he couldn’t come out to take a look until the day after tomorrow. We were stuck with the heat, and soon our customers would be stuck to the vinyl bar stools and chairs. We threw open all of the windows, but there was hardly any breeze blowing that night. The air was so damned thick, I could almost feel the moisture as it settled on my skin. The only thing we had to keep us remotely cool was an old fan we found in the storeroom. It moved slowly from side to side and managed to circulate the stale air just a bit. Noah and I stood in front of the squeaky old thing, gently swaying to stay in the fan’s path. However, soon it became clear that moving around was negating the limited effects of the fan.
Margarita Wednesdays were always a popular night, but since the heat wave hit the city, the pub was slammed. It seemed the entire town was sweating, and the only cure for their condition was a frozen drink. The blender was constantly whirring and the two of us never stopped moving behind the bar. The ice machine was on overdrive, but it couldn’t keep up and melting liquid drained in a steady stream, making the floor wet. Everywhere I looked, people were holding their drinks up to their foreheads, trying to cool off any way they could.
Between making the tropical drinks and the sweat soaking through my tank top, I was feeling sticky and salty. Every now and then, when no one was looking, I dropped an ice cube down my shirt, letting the freezing cube melt between my breasts and run down into my denim shorts. I noticed Noah staring a few times, taking in my cooldown technique, momentarily oblivious to the throng around us. Each time the cube heated up and disappeared into water, I let out a satisfied sigh, but all too soon, the relief was replaced by a fresh sheen of sweat on my skin. Noah made the best of a bad situation as well, scoring extra tips every time he raised his shirt and exposed his chest to get some fresh air. The show wasn’t lost on me either, my stomach tightening every time I saw his bare skin. Each time we brushed against each other behind the bar, he’d lay a hand on my waist or my shoulder and make me quiver inside. He knew what he was doing to me and the bastard enjoyed every second of it. Talk about a heat wave.
“All right, everyone. Last call.”
The words I had longed to hear all night rang out of Noah’s mouth, the predictable groan that followed music to my ears. I started to pick up the glasses strewn all over the pub, pools of sticky liquid dotting the length of the bar. The last remaining stragglers were forced out into the wretched heat of the night, and just the two of us were left behind. We started our nightly routine, each one of us working in slow motion trying to stay as cool as possible, until the bar was as relatively clean as it was when the night began. Noah piled the glasses in the kitchen for the day crew to deal with; the thought of all that hot dishwater made my stomach turn. I grabbed the mop and bucket to clean up the spills that had made their way to the floor.
On my way by, I pulled open the lid of the ice machine, the arctic blast hitting me right in the face. It felt like heaven. Noah moved beside me, letting the cool fog work its magic on him, too. He reached into the vat and extracted a pair of perfectly formed cubes. He held one out to me, the heat making it drip as soon as it hit the air. I thought for a moment of doing the proper thing and grabbing it, but instead, I let my mouth fall open, waiting for him to place the cube of lovely coolness on my tongue. He obliged me, only hesitating for a moment, which allowed a few stray drops to cascade down my chest. Even surrounded by so much heat, it made me shiver as I sucked on the ice, tasting the saltiness of his fingers until he pulled them away. The flavor of his skin sent a rush of blood to my cunt, the heat between my legs ten times hotter than the rest of me.
I let my eyes close for a moment so I could enjoy the rush of cool that headed down my throat, but Noah surprised me back to reality with ano
ther flash of freezing on my skin. My eyes shot open, and there was Noah, running a rapidly diminishing cube over the skin exposed by my tank top’s neckline. I found my voice a moment too late, only after a satisfied gasp first passed my lips.
“Noah, what are you doing?”
“Helping you cool off. Doesn’t it feel good?”
“Yes. It does, actually. But—”
“But nothing.”
He smiled and I clenched my fists to keep myself from touching him. He leaned in and spoke right into my ear.
“I have to say, it looks good, too, Tara.”
As the last few pieces of his ice cube dripped down my skin, I actually felt goose bumps rising, despite the heat all around us. His wet fingers lingered over my chest, his skin burning against mine. I pulled back, trying to regain some sense. I wanted him. Plain and simple. But I knew I shouldn’t. We shouldn’t.
“I have to get back to work, Noah.”
He stood in front of me, blocking my path, his eyes burning into mine. I feared the whole building would go up in flames from all the heat. Both outside and inside.
“You don’t have to just yet, Tara.”
I could barely breathe, but I swallowed hard, trying to tamp down the desire bubbling over.
“Yes, I do.”
He still didn’t move, at least not at first. He finally relented and let me past. I pushed the bucket around the bar and tried to focus on the task at hand. I was sweating again in no time, even the simple act of swirling the mop around in front of me making me perspire as if I was running a marathon. Noah moved slowly toward me, but I tried to ignore the look in his eye and the suggestive roll of his hips. He walked over the freshly cleaned floor, took the mop right out of my hand and pushed it aside. It hit the floor with a thud and the silence stretched out between us. He kept moving closer until I was backed up against the pillar that punctuated the center of the room. Beads of sweat ran down my spine, and when he smoothed a finger over my cheek, my pussy clenched.