At last Jarvis had completely restrained him and it was as if he were floating. The sensation was magical, exhilarating. What would it be like if Jarvis fucked me in it? He whimpered, his face heating even more. He shouldn’t be having those kinds of thoughts. A hot kiss, some affectionate touches—that was one thing. Taking Jarvis’ cock up his ass was a whole other.
“How does that feel, boy? Comfortable? You’re going to be in there for a while.”
“I like it, Sir. And I’m very comfortable. Thank you.”
“Excellent.”
Jarvis’ words were soft as he ran his hand gently down Garson’s chest then almost to his navel, stopping before he grazed the flushed tip of Garson’s heated erection.
“Your cock and balls are mine tonight. I’ll do to them whatever I wish, boy. Once I have them trussed up properly, I’ll give you what you’ve ached for all evening. What you were searching for when you came to the club on a night other than Friday.” Jarvis leaned closer, bending down to speak next to Garson’s ear. “I’ll take you out of your head and send you soaring so high you’ll wonder if you’ll ever come down again.”
All Garson could do was gape at Jarvis. A sexual charge electrified the air between them, the brief glimpses of attraction from their previous sessions obliterated by the raw lust he now saw in Jarvis’ eyes.
“Sir.”
The word had fallen from his lips as a whisper. Garson didn’t know what he was doing anymore. He wasn’t even sure he cared.
Jarvis raked his body with his gaze then lifted his eyes to meet Garson’s again. There was the hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth and Garson could tell his Dom was pleased.
Master. Alan never let me call him that. Maybe one day Jarvis will…
He pressed his lips together again, wondering how a simple trip to the club for a quick scene had turned into something so far removed from his carefully guarded and controlled world. It was unbelievable. Since he’d already gone so far, he decided he might as well opt for the free fall. A voice inside told him that Jarvis would be there to catch him.
Garson tracked Jarvis’ movements around the large room. The built-in cabinets lining one wall were impressive. Each time Jarvis opened a drawer or cabinet door, another group of toys, bondage items or dildos was revealed. Perpendicular to that wall was a large antique mahogany armoire. When Jarvis opened it, Garson finally had a view of Jarvis’ whip, flogger and paddle collection.
The varied floggers—some with heavy and thick tails, others thinner and shorter, yet others with knots or what looked like silver spikes at the end—all hung along the rod that took up half of the closet. The whips, also of various thicknesses, were carefully coiled and mounted on the back panel of the other half of the armoire. The paddles—long, thin, oval, solid or drilled—hung from their handles on the inside of the doors.
He was impressed. Jarvis was right. It was the best outfitted playroom he’d ever seen.
As Jarvis gathered several items then laid them on a padded bench to the foot of and at the right of where Garson dangled from the ceiling, he worked on keeping his breathing even. It seemed like an awful lot of items for one scene.
“How’s my boy doing?”
My. “Good, Sir. Thank you for checking on me.”
Jarvis smiled. “I always will, Garson. If you’ll let me, that is.”
He turned back to the objects on the bench, leaving Garson to absorb the meaning of his words. Garson blinked rapidly, swallowing hard. No obligations. He was simply making me aware of his feelings. That’s all.
But it was so much more than that and he damn well knew it. Because he’d had his own emotions toyed with by Alan, he was particularly sensitive to such a thing. It wouldn’t be acceptable for him to lead someone else on. Especially someone as good as Jarvis.
Jarvis turned to face him, several short lengths of thinner ropes curled around his hand. In the other, he held up a satin mask, as if to make sure Garson saw it. The ropes were exciting—he knew his cock and balls would be bound, most likely very tight and restrictive. If he was lucky, there would be some torture involved as well. All of those scenarios were more than acceptable to him.
The mask, however, had always been on the hard limit list. Like so many other things this evening.
“Permission to speak, Sir.”
“Go ahead.”
“I trust you, and I know you’re aware of my limits already. But before I give my consent, can I ask why?”
“In this case, yes. I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud of a sub in my life. You’ve allowed me to push so many of your boundaries tonight and I’m incredibly honored by that.” Jarvis moved closer. “I meant it when I said I want to make you fly higher than ever before. If you actually do trust me, then let me give you the chance to really feel your body, to embrace your sensuality. You’re a sexual, wanton being and I’m aching to witness you give yourself over to your true self.”
“Y-you… That’s how you think of me?”
One corner of Jarvis’ mouth curled up. “Oh yes. And I’ve thought about you a lot.”
Garson’s breath hitched and he gave a quick, jerky nod. “Okay. You can use the mask.”
The joy in Jarvis’ expression was clear, his eyes bright, his smile wide. As he leaned over to place the satin covering on Garson, he whispered next to his ear, “So brave. You’re making me unbelievably hard.”
He tensed the moment the light disappeared.
“Deep, steady breaths. You’re safe with me. I won’t leave you, boy. I’m right here.”
Garson started, then exhaled at the weight of Jarvis’ warm palm on his belly.
“Good boy.” Jarvis rubbed his torso with slow circles. “That’s it.” He continued the rhythmic motion until Garson had his breathing under control again. “I’m binding your genitals now. You can expect my touch there.”
It was amazing. The sensation of Jarvis’ fingers manipulating his dick and sac was unreal. Sharper. The way the ropes cut into his swelling nuts as Jarvis wrapped them tightly then secured his hard length from base to head had never been as intense. The heat in his imprisoned genitals built, the throb pulsing against the bindings. A groaning sigh fell from his mouth.
“Mmm. My boy likes that.”
Garson yelped at the harsh tug on the end of the rope, the momentary pull on his cock head and balls startling and painful. “Yesss…”
“We’re only at the beginning, boy. Make as much noise as you like. I want to hear all of it, know that I’m the one who makes you fall apart.”
Beads of sweat built on Garson’s upper lip, at his hairline. “C-can’t. Not safe.”
Jesus. I’m babbling.
The feel of Jarvis running his hand over the top of Garson’s head as he wiped the sweat away drew him to push into the touch. He wanted more. His heart hammered as he whimpered, no longer sure that being closed off from his emotions meant he was safe. If anything, it simply meant that he was alone and without care.
“Oh… God.” Tears welled in his eyes and he couldn’t have stopped their fall if he’d tried. “Please don’t tease me. Don’t do this then tell me it meant nothing.”
The press of Jarvis’ lips on his forehead as he continued to stroke his hair pushed more tears from him. “This means everything to me, boy. I brought you here in the hopes it might be the same for you.”
His voice cracked. “Is it too much to ask for another kiss, Sir?”
He hated how needy he sounded, but more than that, he needed some reassurance.
“It would be my pleasure.”
Jarvis took his mouth, not hesitating to plunge inside and explore thoroughly. Yet, while the kiss was claiming, possessive, it was also… Loving?
Garson kissed back with everything he had. He pushed his tongue past Jarvis’ lips, their exchange heating. The moment was all about their
connection. Nothing else mattered. Garson couldn’t embrace Jarvis, couldn’t touch him while held in the arms of the sling, but he could reach for him through this one joining.
Their movements became more languid until they slowed to a halt and Jarvis broke their connection. His stomach clenched.
“I could do that with you forever, boy. However, I have some wonderful plans for tonight and I know how much you need what I’m about to give.”
Jarvis yanked his cock again, but the pull was stronger than before and didn’t stop. He gritted his teeth. At the point where Garson thought his dick and sac might be ripped from his body, the leaking head of his erection enveloped in a satisfying sensation of ache and burn, Jarvis paused. With one quick tug, he was anchored to something above his body, the stretch unrelenting.
Garson clenched his fists, his toes curling. The CBT he’d experienced in the past had been good. Very good. But with his body held aloft as though he floated on air and his genitals attached as if he hung from them—he thought he’d come from that alone.
Jarvis trailed his fingertips along Garson’s skin, only briefly leaving him without touch as he undoubtedly prepared for the next step of Garson’s torture. Jarvis used the roughened pads of his fingers to pinch one nipple. He toyed with the little nub of flesh, twisting and pulling, then before Garson had a chance to take a breath, a metal clamp with sharp teeth latched on to his tit.
He let out a gasp. It was so fucking good. The other one begged for attention, tightening in anticipation. Garson wanted to cry out that it was ready, to instruct Jarvis that he didn’t need to prep it more, but knew better than to say anything. Jarvis teased and tormented his nipple, Garson releasing a yell when the bite of the second clamp hit him.
Jarvis paused, laying his palm on Garson’s head as if allowing him the chance to adjust to the assault on his body. After a few moments, Jarvis flicked the clamps and Garson struggled in his binds, making the sling sway. The pull on his cock and sac was delicious, the air wafting past his exposed hole a reminder of how vulnerable he was with his legs spread wide in the hanging apparatus.
Please fuck me.
He’d never allowed it before. Alan was the only one who’d ever had him that way. Like so many other hard limits that’d been obliterated during his evening with Jarvis, he found himself allowing his need for Jarvis to wash over him. He wanted to experience the thick girth of Jarvis’ cock, to know what it was like as the Dom filled and stretched his ass with the ample length, give himself over to Jarvis completely as he pounded into him.
Garson cried out, his nipples tugged harshly by what seemed to be a chain fastened to the clamps. Jarvis had jerked it upwards then subsequently attached the connector to yet something else hanging above him. He thrashed his head from side to side as he attempted to process the pain coursing through him. With his eyes covered, his attention was forced to center on the sensitive parts of his body surrendering to Jarvis’ harsh abuse.
He floated and it had nothing to do with the sling. Jarvis had him and it was so fucking amazing, everything he’d ever dreamed of. Garson released a sigh, partly from surprise, the rest due to the sweetness of the unexpected touch. Something with small, soft bumps, perhaps rubber, lightly touched him. Jarvis dragged it across his skin. At first he surmised it was a mitt, but he could detect the individual feel of what had to be Jarvis’ fingers manipulating the item. He was certain it was a glove of some sort.
The nubs on the surface of whatever Jarvis used were of various sizes. A swath of tiny ones on the fingers and thicker, pointier ones on the area covering the palm created different sensations on different parts of his body. Jarvis swept his hand across Garson’s torso, up his chest then tickled his throat with just the tips of the glove. Garson shocked himself by giggling.
“Oh, sweet boy. Loved that sound.”
He resisted the urge to shut down, to flee back into the perceived safety of his loneliness. Jarvis could see him, he knew it. So Garson let himself drift back into the ecstasy. Jarvis continued the exploration of his flesh, caressing his arms then the tops of his thighs. He tickled the soles of Garson’s feet and he laughed aloud, twisting in the sling. The sharp yank on his nipples and cock changed the sound to a moan.
His dick throbbed as Jarvis dragged the glove up one ass cheek, along the underside of his thigh then across his calf. His skin was alive as if it were its own separate entity, his need sharper than it had ever been.
“Jarvis…” Shit. He clenched his fists. “Sorry! I meant, Sir. Please don’t stop what you’re doing.”
Jarvis kissed each one of his toes, and the heat from what Garson was sure was a deep flush bloomed under his skin.
“For all you’ve gifted me this evening, you are more than forgiven.”
Jarvis continued to sensitize his flesh, trailing his hand all around his body once more. Garson relaxed into the feel, gave himself over to Jarvis’ erotic care. The touches stopped and Garson tried not to hold his breath as he wondered what the Dom would do next. Mine. My Dom.
The fervor of his possession slammed into his chest. He still wasn’t completely sure of himself, not certain if Jarvis wanted more than an occasional scene, but he was willing to take the chance. The routine that he’d kept to for several years hadn’t fulfilled him. It’d been Jarvis all along, but he’d refused to consider it. He drew strength from Jarvis’ insistence that they get to know each other, from his kisses. Jarvis had said that Garson being there meant everything, hadn’t he?
Jarvis flicked his swollen balls and Garson yelled over and over as he struggled futilely in the sling. Each stinging bite surged up his spine and brought fresh tears to his eyes. As he instinctively tried to escape the torture, the sling moved with him, causing the chain attached to the clamps to yank on his sore and abused nipples, to pull the tip of his cock.
At last, Jarvis stopped. Garson sucked in big gulps of air, sweat trailing down his neck, a fine sheen covering his body. His muscles were sore from the tension, but he still floated on his sub high. He swallowed with some difficulty, his throat raw from crying out. He wished he could see Jarvis’ strong and handsome face.
As if sensing his wish, Jarvis gently slid his thumb under the edges of the mask. “Close your eyes. Even though the lighting is dim in here, you’ve been in total darkness.”
Garson followed Jarvis’ instructions, the realization of how lucky he was to have Jarvis’ careful attention settling into him even more as their time together continued. His eyelids fluttered open as he worked on refocusing his vision. He locked on Jarvis’ gaze, only then realizing that the Dom was stroking his hair back from his forehead. He regarded Garson with an appreciative stare then lifted a water bottle with a straw to his lips.
“Take a few sips.” Jarvis’ gaze was like a living thing, holding him in its keep. “That’s a good boy.”
Jarvis set the bottle aside after replacing the cap, putting it next to the remaining items on the bench. Garson took a glance at them then raised his eyes to meet Jarvis’. There was lube, which hadn’t surprised him. He’d been filled with dildos, plugs and beads plenty of times. But he’d never climaxed with anyone else present, never had sex with any of his Doms or another man since Alan. Next to the lube and the water bottle was a single condom and nothing more.
He nodded, the movement jerky but definite.
“This is too important, boy. I need to hear you say it.”
Garson swallowed hard, but his fears about Jarvis were no longer there. He’d already allowed himself to miss out on too much for so long. There wasn’t the slightest chance he’d say no to feeling Jarvis inside of him.
“Fuck me, Sir. I’ll beg if I have to.”
Chapter Five
Jarvis’ nostrils flared, a rumble sounding from his chest. “You want it hard, boy?”
Garson swallowed as he curled his fingers around the straps that restrained his wrists and arm
s. “Please, Sir. However you want, you can have me.”
“Then I’ll keep your genitals and nipples trussed up while I take you in the sling. Each thrust will be a mixture of extreme pleasure and extreme pain. But you’ll still come for me, won’t you, boy? You won’t deny me your seed.”
“For you.” His breathing had accelerated, his cock leaking even as it remained imprisoned in the tight bindings. “All for you.”
Jarvis approached him then clutched his hair in a tight grip. He held him fast as he plundered his mouth. The kiss Jarvis pushed past his lips stole his breath, forced his jaw open wide until it ached as Jarvis took what he wanted. When it ended, Jarvis remained close, the heated air they puffed out mingling. Garson acknowledged within himself that Jarvis’ scent, his taste were already at the point of being addictive.
I won’t let go of this chance for my life to change for the better.
Jarvis straightened then ambled over to where the lube was, but kept them connected, trailing his fingers along Garson’s side as he retrieved the slick. Jarvis squeezed a generous amount of the moistener out of the tube then rubbed it along Garson’s crease. Garson instinctively clenched his pucker, but it had nothing to do with fearing Jarvis. It happened to him every time he knew he was about to be breached. He glanced up at Jarvis, whose stare bored into him.
“I know, boy. I’m going to spend some time preparing you. I want you open and ready for me.” He nipped the fleshiest part of Garson’s calf. “You’ll need it.”
Garson whimpered but refrained from blurting out that he didn’t care, that he wanted Jarvis stuffing him as full as possible, that he craved the burn in his ass and the accompanying harsh pull from his nipples, cock and balls. His tits and sac had reached the point where the pain had evened out. That wouldn’t be the case, however, when Jarvis removed the clamps and bonds, allowing the blood to rush back in.
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