“Do not cum until I say!” I bit my lip, my cock was already pulsating. His mouth slowly pushed all the way down until his nose was buried in my pubic hair.
Hunter let the phone line hang empty while I considered his request. I’d always gone along with the bondage because it was a sure way of getting him into bed. No matter what scheme he had for teasing me while I was helpless, we almost always ended up with him on his back, his legs on my shoulders and my sex buried deep in his ass. But this suggestion was risky.
“What if you’re in a car accident?” I asked.
“”I’ll be careful.” Just the sound of his voice made my cock press the inside of my jeans. I could picture him laying on the bed in his apartment, his clean cock in his hand, his bare chest heaving, his abs straining as he spasmed. I wanted to see him so badly, and since he’d taken a job three hundred miles away we’d only been able to get together every couple of months.
“OK, I’ll do it, but for God’s sake don’t forget your key.”
“I’m gone come,” he whispered. If I wasn’t working the late shift I’d have my cock in hand too. He grunted, and I felt pre-cum soaking into my boxers.
“Was it good?” I asked just as a customer pushed into the store, browsing the New Releases.
“I’m covered,” he replied after a few heaving breaths. “Right up to my chin.”
“I can’t wait for Friday!” The customer, a cute guy, smiled. I’m sure he thought I was talking to a girlfriend.
“Do this for me and I promise I’ll make it worth your while,” said Hunter, his voice still breathless.
“Don’t be gentle,” I whispered with one hand over the phone. “Bye,” I added as the customer slapped an action flick on the desk. Funny, I’d somehow thought this customer would work his way back into the porn section. Wishful thinking, I guess. I relaxed as if I’d also just come and ran through the customer’s card.
Apprehension filled me on Friday, however, so much so that I jumped when Hunter phoned from his cell.
“Do it,” he said. I could hear the highway in the background.
“So you’ve only half an hour to go?”
“Yes, do it now. I want you naked, helpless and ready for me. Do it.”
As much as Hunter tried to be a dom, he was a closet sub, but I loved it when he tried.
I hung up the phone and dropped my pants, my skinny six-inch cock popping free and excited. I love having my own apartment, mostly because I’m young and single, but also because I can shape my environment without having to answer awkward questions, like why I own a sawed-off hockey stick with an eye ring screwed into each end.
Naked in the dark, only a weak street light washing through the blinds, I spread my legs to either side of the hockey stick and bent over. I securely tied each ankle to each end of the stick using good rope with lots of wraps around my ankles so that they held securely without pinching. I was going to be here a while.
Now I stood and tested the feel of having my legs held twice my shoulder width apart. It was taunt, but I’m flexible, and my barefeet had good purchase on the hardwood floor.
I reached for the blindfold–really just an old sweat sock with a pair of swim goggles to pin them over my eyes, but experiments proved this combination to be an unshakable and unpeekable blindfold. The room went black.
Now for the last step, the part that frightened me the most. I reached in the dark and fumbled the hand cuffs off the nearby table, key and all. I slipped them on, my pulse quickening with the clicks. I put the stops on so they wouldn’t overtighten, and held the key between two fingers just in case. I stretched up for the caribiner that swung from the end of a chain that hung from my ceiling, again a peculiarity of the apartment that I didn’t have to explain.
I was a tough reach, one that I’d carefully measured in the two days since our phone call. Just when I thought I’d miscalculated and wouldn’t be able to reach, the center of the little chain on the cuffs slipped over the caribiner and snicked inside.
Then something happened that I hadn’t planned. As the cuffs settled to the bottom of the caribiner, I slipped forward, all my weight hanging momentarily on the cuffs and biting my wrists.
“Oh!” I straighten quickly, but the brief moment of pain caused me to drop the key. I had planned to cheat Hunter; I had planned to give myself a way out in case something prevented him from getting to my apartment, but now I’d dropped that plan, and it rang merrily at my feet.
I was naked, spread taunt and helpless in the dark, just as Hunter had requested, and he wouldn’t be here for half an hour. If he didn’t show, I could hang here for days before someone at work called my family, who would call the police, who would force the door…
I had a long time to think about that humiliation. It may have only been half an hour, but it seemed like three or four. As frightened as I was, my cock only got harder. I pictured two cops eager to blackmail me in return for their silence. “Bend over and suck my night stick and we’ll forget all about this, you horny little bastard. Yeah and my partner’s gonna fuck you while we’re at it.”
When a key turned in the door, however, I forgot this fantasy and my heart raced. Hunter was here! I licked my lips.
A click followed by a glow through the blindfold told me that the lamp by the door had been switched on; I was naked for inspection and surprised that he wanted light. Usually he preferred to play our games in the dark. I tried to picture myself, slim, graceful, blindfolded, legs spread, and wrists shackled. My chest was as clean of hair as Hunter’s.
He said nothing, and for a panicked moment I wondered if some fluke had brought my landlord. I swallowed and called out tentatively: “Hunter?”
A hand grabbed my cock and squeezed. After so much time hard and untouched, it sent a jolt through my body, causing me to arch and thrust.
“Oh my GOD!” I nearly came just from that grasp.
Lips clamped to mine, a tongue intruding into my mouth, hands reaching around to cup my buttocks and drive my sex into rough jeans. The lips broke contact and descended, first sucking one nipple, then the other until the tongue finally working its way past my belly button and over my flat stomach to the top of my pubic hair. The mouth left me, forcing a gasp from me and a thrust from my hips as I sought for relief. His mouth had been so close.
A mouth engulf my cock, jamming down fast and greedily. I shouted and actually pulled back from the surprise onslaught. I came to my senses though and thrust my hips forward again, those hands on my ass helping to drive my cock all the way into that hungry mouth. One finger pressed at my anus to encourage me to shove deeper. It was only with the greatest self-control that I didn’t blow my load.
The mouth abandoned me just as abruptly, leaving the wetness to cool my penis. I felt big hands on my hips and lips near my right ear, although the angle surprised me. He must be leaning out over my shoulder.
“Beg to suck me,” whispered Hunter.
I swallowed and drew a deep breath. “Never,” I said.
“Brave slut,” he whispered. I heard his belt unbuckle. I was in for it now.
I heard the whistle through the air a split second before the belt cracked over my buttocks, causing me to jerk against the hand cuffs. I’d have to wear a long sleeved shirt for a few days to hide the marks on my wrists. The blows continued, weak at first but gradually getting harder. My bum was on fire when he stopped.
He stood behind and cupped me, my skinny buttocks a perfect fit for his hands. The massage sent sharper jets of pain than the last three blows.
“Oh, wow, oh man,” I gasped as he kneaded the punishment in, sucking on my neck like a vampire. I’d have a hickey.
“Beg to suck me.”
I hesitated, measuring the burning to see if I could stand any more, and drooling at the thought of deep-throating his purple head.
“You need more convincing if you’re not sure,” said Hunter. Instead of the belt, however, I heard rustling in a paper bag. Hunter pinched my nipples savagely enough to make me wince and pull back, then he put a clamp on each– judging by the wood, simple clothes pegs.
At first it was erotic, but the whipping began again, and as my jerks became more desperate, the clothes pegs began to feel as if they had weights on them because the least little movement made them pinched all the harder. Finally, my nipples and buttocks on fire, I gave in.
“Stop, please!” I gasped. “I’ll suck you! I’ll suck you dry and swallow every last bit!”
Lips mashed into mine, and a chest crushed the clothes pegs between us, bending them at sharp angles, the hands reaching around my skinny hips to grab my flaming buttocks and squeeze.
I screamed into the mouth, excited beyond all reason because Hunter had never had it in him to be so rough before. I just about came from the pleasure my cock felt against the jeans even as pain spiked from my buttocks and nipples. For the first time in my life I wondered if I wasn’t really a sub. I do anything for this man.
The hands moved up to my shoulder blades, the lips staying locked to mine. The belt sang through the air and cracked across my butt.
I screamed into the mouth more from the realization than from pain. Two hands gripped my shoulder blades; someone else had swung the belt. Hunter was not the only one in the room!
Hindsight clues tumbled from my brain: the big hands on my hips, too big to be Hunter’s; the three o’clock shadow on the cheeks, too rough for Hunter’s baby face; the mouth that took my cock so deeply and greedily, too aggressive for Hunter’s tentative cocksucking; hell, the whole whipping was far too savage for Hunter. He usually asked me a dozen times if he was being too rough.
The tongue, the stranger’s tongue, probed deeply into my mouth. I lost myself in it. Some man I’d never seen before had turned on the light so that he could better scrutinize my helpless naked figure, and then tortured me into a blithering slut. The lips let go and closed on my earlobe.
“Beg me to fuck you hard,” said a husky stranger’s voice.
If it were Hunter I’d have given in at that point just to move things along, but this man deserved better.
“Never,” I whispered, truly afraid.