by Sean Michael
"I ... I don't want to do this. I just want to go to my rooms."
"I know. You can't go, though. Up on the table.” He patted it again, stroking the padded surface.
"I don't want to get pissed off again. I'm so fucking worn out. Can't we stop?” Dent sat on the table, shivering at the chill.
"No. No, I think now is exactly the time we must not stop.” He slid his hands over Dent, warming Dent's skin beneath his fingers.
Dent's body moved toward his hands, so lovely. “Luttrell."
He laughed softly. “Yes, my dear. That would be me.” He trailed his fingers along Dent's arm, sliding the cuff around Dent's wrist.
"I want to go.” Dent groaned, reached over to try and unfasten the cuff.
His giggle was quiet but seemed to echo around the room. “You can't go, Dent.” He took the man's free hand and pressed it down, fastening the other wrist cuff.
Dent struggled, tugging, fussing. That would warm him up.
Chuckling, he cuffed both of Dent's ankles and then opened the extensions, spreading Dent wide.
"Let me up. Let me up. It's the morning. People aren't kinky in the morning."
Oh, Dent did make him laugh so. “I am.” He filled his bowl with warm water and began to clean Dent. “And I always begin the same way. With the cleaning."
"I just washed myself.” Dent looked caught between pleasure and worry.
Goodness, he hadn't laughed so much in a long time. “Dent. This isn't just about being clean. It's about getting into the right headspace, it's about your body knowing what's coming."
He started to wash the man, using soft, sliding strokes. “It is also about pleasure.” He rubbed the tip of the cloth against one of Dent's nipples. That little bit of flesh perked up, begging for his attention, filling with blood. His soft chuckle was appreciative, happy. He spent some time with Dent's nipples, playing with them, even twisting them a bit, the cloth rougher than his fingertips would have been. “As I said, we will always start this way. You will grow to anticipate it, appreciate it."
"You talk like I'll be back.” Dent's beautiful prick was swelling, heavy. Dent would return to him.
"You will be."
He spent some time washing Dent's arms, demonstrating to the man how sensitive his underarms were. Dent moaned as the rag tugged the silky hairs under his arms, fingers curling and opening again.
"Oh, yes.” He giggled and teased the area again, not so lightly that it would tickle—he was here to arouse. Then, he cleaned Dent's arms, his hands, carefully tracing the lines on Dent's palms. The lovely belly came next, the ridges and hollows calling for his fingers, though he kept the cloth between their skin. The prominent hipbones were caressed, then Dent's inner thighs and his balls. Those heavy sacs drew up tight as the water evaporated, the skin surprisingly pale and fine.
He slid his cloth around the man's hard, hot prick, and cleaned the curls that crowned it. The curls that he would be shaving off. After he'd sunk a sound into Dent's cock. Just the thought had him giggling happily.
"You sound quite insane.” Dent moaned, hips starting to shift.
"Insane?” He tilted his head, watching the movements of Dent's body. “No, I am simply happy. Touching you, performing this ritual with you, brings me much joy. There is not enough joy in your life, Dent. Not enough at all."
He began to work on Dent's legs, taking as much care there as he had on Dent's arms and chest and groin. He knew there wasn't any patch of skin that couldn't be made to sing with pleasure under the right stimulation.
Soft moans started sounding, the long, strong limbs proving sensitive to his work, Dent responding. His own giggles and chuckles quietened; he wanted to hear Dent's noises, the sounds of pleasure wonderful.
He made sure not to tickle Dent's toes, cleaning in between each one and then along the sole before declaring himself done.
"The alcohol now, my dear. To finish the ritual."
Dent stared at him, watching him silently, pulse pounding visibly in the strong throat. Such stubbornness and fight in this one. Of course, that was part of the attraction, wasn't it?
He opened an alcohol swab and quickly ran it over Dent's entire body, knowing it would leave a cool trail in its wake as it dried on his skin. Dent began to shiver, skin goosepimply. So sensitive.
He moved briefly aside to turn the heat up in the room, then returned with a bowl of warm water and the razor along with a sound. This one was longer than the other and had a head with a rosette at the head to stimulate Dent's slit.
"What ... what are you going to do?"
"I am going to put a sound in you. You'll like that, as you did before. And then I am going to shave you here.” He stroked his fingers through the hair around Dent's cock.
"What? Why?” Dent looked stunned, shocked, and started struggling. “Untie me. Now!"
Lutrell chuckled. “Now where would be the fun in that, my dear? The sound will be first.” He took hold of Dent's prick and began to stroke the hard flesh.
"No. No, you can't.” Dent's motions drove that fine prick against his palm. Yes, just fine.
"Exactly like before. You know how it works now.” He chuckled. The protests were verbal only, Dent fighting himself more than Lutrell.
He took a tube of lube and pushed a fair bit into the tip of Dent's cock. Dent tried to jerk away, but it didn't work. It wasn't going to. Not with the need pouring from the man. Lutrell hummed and pushed in more lube, and then some more. This would be strange and uncomfortable, but never painful. At least, not until Dent needed that. And the discomfort would be pleasurable soon enough.
"There. Now the sound. Did I show you the bead on this one? Look at the little waves and bumps. It will stimulate you greatly."
"No.” Dent groaned, thighs hard as stone.
"Oh, yes, my dear. It will be quite wonderful.” And there was no way Dent could escape it. He pushed the first millimeters of the sound into Dent's slit.
Dent hissed, the way sure to be sensitive, tender, the burn stronger.
Lutrell kept pushing, very slowly, until the sound was about a third of the way down Dent's prick. Then he tilted Dent's prick slightly and let the sound drop the rest of the way in. He got a low cry, Dent's heels thrumming on the table for a minute. He kept holding Dent's cock, skin like fire against his palm as he manipulated the rosebud tip, the ridges sliding against the edges of Dent's slit.
"Stop. Stop it. Fuck.” Dent's eyes rolled, hips bucking.
"You've never felt anything like it, have you? And you want to come, need to, but cannot with the sound in. It is more effective even than binding your cock.” He let go of Dent's cock, settling it gently against ridged stomach so he could cup Dent's balls, fingers sliding on them as he reached for the soap and the razor.
Dent moaned, straining, trying to pull away from him, from his touch. His plans were inescapable, though, and Dent might protest and complain and say no, but he would not safeword, a part of him knowing how much he wanted this, needed it.
Lutrell hummed happily, sudsing Dent's pubic hair up.
"Don't do this. I never have..."
"Oh, another first!” He laughed softly. “How wonderful!” He took his time preparing the area, making sure to slide the soap over Dent's balls and to jostle the heavy cock now and then. Every time he touched Dent's cock, the words would escalate, the fury in that voice stronger.
He chuckled and kept touching, fondling, getting the foamy soap everywhere. Then, he took the straight razor. “Hold still now, my dear. I do not wish to nick your skin."
"Why are you doing this to me?” The scream filled the room, Dent's cheeks a dull red.
"Because you will be even more lovely all smooth. And so sensitive. Any touch will be astounding, and for days you will remember me every time you move.” He pushed Dent's cock to one side and began.
"I want to go home.” Dent groaned, tugging at the cuffs, cock bobbing.
"Tomorrow morning. I still have you for ... twenty hours?” He chuckled and sh
aved another line.
"Why do you want to do this to me?"
"Because you need it.” It was as simple as that. And as complicated, really. Of course he was enjoying himself as well, wasn't he?
He continued to shave Dent's pubes, moving the hard, sounded cock whenever he needed to.
"I don't need to be shaved. Naked. I don't. Fuck."
He scraped the last bit of hair from Dent's skin. “It will feel wonderful. Every touch of my fingers, of my tongue, will be magnified, magnificent."
"I look ridiculous. Silly."
He cleaned the excess soap away and stood back, took a long look. He shook his head. “No. No, my dear. You don't look silly at all."
Dent closed his eyes, face turned, hidden against one arm.
"In fact you look quite sexy.” Bending, he licked along the newly exposed skin. So smooth. So soft. Dent didn't move, didn't make a sound. He slid his nose along Dent's skin, his cheek rubbing the hard cock. He laughed. “So wonderful!"
Dent groaned, took a deep, ragged breath. “Let me go."
"Oh, no, not yet. We haven't finished here.” Lutrell chuckled and licked some more, tongue tracing random swirls over Dent's skin. He slid a finger up along Dent's cock and moved the rosebud tip of the sound.
"Oh ... Fuck. Stop..."
"That's it, my dear. Feel.” He wrapped his lips around a bit of skin near the base of Dent's cock, pressed the bumpy edges of the top of the sound a little harder against Dent's slit.
Dent groaned, chains rattling, shaking. “Fuck. Fuck. I need."
"Oh, yes. You do. I know.” He laughed, beaming up at Dent. “You do.” He kept licking along Dent's bared skin. Just a moment longer.
"Let me go ... Please. Please..."
"Oh, no. Not yet. You're mine for some time longer.” He placed a kiss at the base of Dent's cock and another in the middle, another near the tip, tongue flicking out to jostle the head of the sound.
Dent groaned, arched, tried to fuck his lips.
"So greedy.” He took the head of Dent's cock into his mouth, tongue sliding around the tip of the sound, moving it. His fingers slid over the bared flesh, keeping the stimulation to the newly exposed skin going. Sharp, deep little noises filled the air, Dent submitting and giving himself over. He hummed around the flesh in his mouth, giving Dent more and more to feel. He bobbed his head, careful not to hit the top of the sound with the back of his throat. He scraped one nail along Dent's pubic bone.
"P ... please. Please.” Dent twisted, screamed.
Oh yes, that was what he was waiting for, that desperation, the note that came right before the pleasure bent, slid into something that was too much. He pulled off Dent's cock and whipped the sound out with a quick, careful motion.
Heat poured from Dent, cock pulsing, entire body convulsing with the pleasure.
Lutrell half laughed, half moaned, and began to lick Dent's come from his skin. Sharp and salty, the flavor exploded in his mouth.
Dent groaned, still moving, still feeling it. “Please. Don't stop."
"I never will, my dear. I never will.” He kept licking, tongue dragging over Dent's stomach, over the shaved area and up along the man's still-hard cock. Dent was his. His, here and now, focused on nothing but their pleasure.
His own prick throbbed with need, but he focused on Dent's pleasure alone, on lapping at the newly bared skin, playing with Dent's balls.
"Yes...” Dent tugged on the bonds, using them to brace himself. It was beautiful, to see Dent moving with his need.
Lutrell let his happiness out, his laughter filling the air as his fingers pressed against Dent's ass and his slit. The sounds escalated, growing louder, sharper, more desperate. “Such need."
He mouthed Dent's balls as his finger pushed right into the tight little hole, pressing deep.
So hot. So tight. Gripping him. Dent moaned, pulling away for a heartbeat and then bearing down. Oh, yes. Dent had so much need—it was so exciting to see it being released.
Lutrell found his hips moving against the air and he had to pull back, to stop himself. He would take his own pleasure after Dent had expended all of his.
"Please. Please. I need."
He took Dent's cock back into his mouth, tongue swirling around the head, flicking into the super sensitive slit. Dent almost screamed, hips pushing into his lips, over and over. Yes. Yes, beautiful.
Lutrell took Dent deep, letting him control his own pleasure. The heat and hardness of Dent's cock felt so good in his mouth. The need that each desperate movement revealed felt even better. Dent thrust, the happy groans that filled the air simply perfect.
Without missing a beat, Lutrell reached for his scalpel and, as Dent's cock worked his mouth, cut a quick, shallow wound into Dent's hip.
Dent's motions hiccupped, stilled, the man shivering for a moment.
Lutrell kept sucking, pushing his finger in deep and hitting Dent's gland as he used the fingers of his other hand to press against the thin cut, to make it sting and spread the blood onto the newly shaved skin.
"I ... I. I.” Dent whimpered, breath gasping. “I can't..."
Lutrell pulled back enough to tease the swollen and sensitive tip of Dent's cock, his eyes turning up to look at Dent. He only nodded. Dent could. And he would. He had to stop thinking so hard.
Then Lutrell took the whole of Dent's cock back into his mouth, swallowing around the head.
"Lutrell!” There. Yes. Yes, right there. The sweet body went painfully tight, Dent bucking and riding his finger, fucking his throat. He hummed his pleasure around the flesh in his mouth, knowing Dent would be able to feel it, that it would be one more sensation in the wave now overwhelming the man.
Seed flooded his mouth, that heavy cock jerking and throbbing, pulsing in his lips.
He swallowed Dent down, throat working hard to keep up. When Dent was done, he eased his finger out of the tight hole, purring as it seemed to clutch at him. He took his time with Dent's cock, sucking gently, lapping at the softening flesh; he cleaned Dent's prick as carefully with his tongue as he ever had with a cloth. Finally, he let it slide from his mouth, and he began to lap at the blood that stained Dent's hip.
He laughed at the flavor, at the way the copper of it complemented the sharp salt taste of Dent's seed. He laughed at the way they both tasted uniquely of Dent. Dent didn't respond, just moaned, eyelids fluttering.
Lutrell gave the small cut a quick swipe with the alcohol swab when he was done cleaning with his tongue, to make sure it didn't get infected. Then he chuckled happily, fingers stroking Dent's belly, up along the strong chest, moving out to massage Dent's arms. “So very lovely, my dear. So very responsive. You are a joy."
Dent moaned again, melted, lips open and begging for a kiss.
Oh yes, his Dent craved such contact almost more than anything else. Lutrell bent slowly, tongue sliding out first to lick at Dent's lips, tracing them with the tip before he slipped it in to touch Dent's.
Dent purred, tongue caressing his own. The man was a fabulous kisser, seductive and focused and needy. Bound as Dent was, he could only use his mouth, his tongue and his lips, and still Lutrell was near to moaning at the way it made him feel.
He deepened the kiss, his cock throbbing for release as their tongues made love. Dent responded beautifully, hands struggling against the bonds. Not a selfish man. Completely unaware of his own needs. Angry. Desperate. Not selfish.
Lutrell slid his fingers along Dent's arm, undoing the cuff one-handed. He massaged the muscles there for a moment or two and then brought Dent's hand to his need. Dent nodded, moaned into his lips and started stroking, clumsy at first as the muscles started moving. Lutrell didn't mind; each touch was good and getting better. A shudder went through him and his kiss turned hard, needy.
Dent's fingers squeezed harder and those lips opened, accepted him in. His hips started to move, fucking along Dent's palm. So hot, so good. Dent gave him what he wanted, thumb pushing in hard, driving him into the stratosphere. W
ith a shudder and a cry, his hips snapped, his seed spraying over Dent's hand in long pulses.
Whimpering, he kept moving, the sensations easing, growing sweet until it was time to stop, to pant and breathe with Dent. Dent groaned softly, relaxing into the table, eyes closed.
He hummed lightly, finally letting the sound out as a soft laugh. “That was lovely, my dear. Thank you.” He pressed their lips together in a soft kiss this time and then began to undo Dent's other wrist.
Dent was dozing, stomach rumbling audibly, making him chuckle.
He undid all the cuffs, fingers massaging Dent's muscles, happy right down to his bones. His laugh rang out, filling the room. Oh yes. Quite happy.
* * * *
When Dent woke up from his dozing, Lutrell fed him and then let him have a bath. He did not share this one, nor did he let it go on for very long.
He checked the time and then chuckled. Fifteen minutes was more than long enough. He had to make every moment of these forty eight hours count.
He didn't knock at the door to the bathroom, but just went in unannounced. “Time's up, my dear. I have such lovely plans for us."
"I haven't been in but a moment...” Dent looked peaceful, soaking in warm water up to his jaw.
Luttrell laughed softly. “Many moments, actually.” He gently splashed a bit of water into Dent's face.
Dent didn't flinch, his eyes closed. “It feels good in here."
"Yes, I'm sure it does, but these days we have together, they aren't about lingering in what we know feels good, but discovering new and better areas.” Leaning over, Luttrell pulled the plug on the water.
He got a soft sigh for his troubles, but Dent stood, wrapping up in a towel and a thick robe.
Chuckling, he shook his head. “You may dry off, but really, you cannot wear so many layers. You are beautiful, and I will admire your form as I please."
"I'm just as beautiful in the robe, and I'm warm."
"I will turn the heat up.” He went to Dent and tugged open the robe. Dent looked fine shaved and bare, the skin just a bit paler where he'd exposed it. Beautiful.
He slid his hands over the lovely muscles, starting at Dent's shoulders and working his way slowly down. Knowing how much Dent was starved for this simple sensation, he used it to his advantage. Just as he'd suspected, Dent relaxed, pushing into his touch, leaning toward him like a plant leaned toward the sun.