“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you.” He said, pulling his softened cock from my ass.
“I hope not.”
Our food was temperately warm when we dried off and hit the bed. Neither of us spoke as we shoveled the food in like the primitive beasts we were. The gallon of water soon disappeared, and within forty minutes, we were back in the shower again.
“Are you tired?” He asked while we dried off.
“Not at all. You?”
“Nope, as I said earlier, I want us to fuck into tomorrow.”
“We passed tomorrow about half an hour ago.” I quietly pushed him toward the playroom.
“I can see the first problem we are going to have.” He was standing right where I wanted him, holding me at the edge of the exam table.
“What’s that?” I asked, coaxing him to sit down.
“All I want to do is make love to you and ravage that sweet body of yours, and I can tell that’s what you want to do, too.”
“Tit-for-tat,” I said, pushing him more firmly.
Owen couldn’t stop smiling. He knew what I wanted him to do but enjoyed playing hard to get.
“Will you please just get on the table?!” I said rather demonstratively when he kept ignoring my subtle guidance.
“But of course I will.” He smiled, almost laughing. “All you needed to do was ask. I have just one little question, though. Do you know what you will do with me once you’ve got me here?”
“What I plan on doing to you is my business. You will know soon enough.” I tried to say it with as straight a face as I could, but he was so fucking cute. How could I not want to joke around with him?
I helped him onto the table the way he helped me the first day we met.
“You told me the first night that you couldn’t wait to see me restrained to the table. While you were gone, I made that possible…and then some.”
Owen found the first modification immediately: the entire playroom ceiling was mirrored. It wasn’t 100% my idea. Thomas had supplied the materials and planned on installing them before the premiere, so I sped up the timeline.
“I like it,” he said, looking up. I looked up at him and smiled. Sometimes, the littlest things in life, like a simple smile, can go the longest way.
I pulled the stirrups up, placed his legs in them, and spread them widely. I understood completely why he wanted a camera. The sight of him spread wide open was paramount to him calling to me, ‘Come fuck me.’
I had to step back for a moment to keep myself from doing what I planned on doing as the culmination of pleasuring him. When I was finally back in check, I opened one of the many drawers the table held, which was now fully stocked, took out a blindfold, and walked to the side of the table.
“I’m going to blindfold you. I’m doing this to heighten your sexual experience and so you can’t see what I’m doing.” I pulled the blindfold over his eyes and kissed him fully on the mouth. From the right side of the table, I slid out an extended armrest. I drew his arm out, placed it on the rest, and secured his arms to the rest with thick poly wrap.
“I like this already.” He murmured.
“Shhhh. No talking allowed. I won’t hesitate to gag you. Then you won’t get my sweet kisses. Just lay there and concentrate on relaxing.” He pouted at the thought of being gagged, so I stopped what I was doing and gave him drawn-out kisses to hold in reserve. A smile quickly returned to his beautiful face.
I repeated the process on the left side and then his legs, stopping along the way to kiss his most delectable lips again. Underneath the black vinyl mat that lined the length of the table, I placed more poly straps. I secured him at his chest, right under his armpits, across the fullest part of his stomach, and at his pelvis. When I was done, he was restrained completely, unable to move anything but his head and neck. I took my digital camera from a side table and started shooting pictures. His smile broadened.
“You look dashingly handsome,” I said, kissing him again. “Now, you are completely helpless. Only I can deliver you your pleasures. Wherever shall I start?”
I started with some long, sensual kisses. This was the only thing that Owen could take part in. His tongue was hungry, licking at mine, trying to tell me how much he appreciated me. I moved away from his mouth when I was satisfied he’d done enough participatory actions.
“You know Austin,” he said, “There is something called payback.” He pursed his lips and blew me a kiss.
“I await your payback, kind sir, but for now, you are mine.”
I chose his quarter-sized, ultra-sensitive nipples first. I started with just the tip of my tongue circling his areola. His moans, along with an involuntary desire to thrust his hips forward, made him realize just how restrained he was. I went from one nipple to the other until they were hard, and he was begging – only he didn’t know what he was begging for.
“I think you mentioned how much you appreciated my teeth on your cock. Let’s see if you like them on your nipples as well.”
Teasingly, I nipped at him. Again, he tried to thrust his hips, but he was tethered too tightly. I took his right nipple securely in my mouth and clamped my teeth tightly around him. Owen let out a seductive groan, and finally, he had something to beg me for, to not stop. I sucked his nipple, marking him as he marked me. He was mine, and I wanted him to know.
I looked over to his cock, which was standing broadly at attention, a pool of precum almost ready to spill over the side of his thick, mushroom-capped cockhead. I worked slowly down his body, licking him from his armpits down to his bellybutton, around his muscular thighs down to his knees. Everyplace except that special place between his legs.
I moved to the end of the table, took one of his feet in my hand, and massaged it firmly between my large hands. Owen was beside himself. He couldn’t move and couldn’t do anything but accept everything I was giving him. I moved to the other foot and did the same thing. When I was done, I kissed his toes and licked my tongue over them.
“AHHHH….” He screamed and tried to thrust his hips but finally realized he couldn’t fight the restraints. I’d found his ‘spot.’
“Ahhhh.” He cried again when I lovingly sucked his toes in my mouth, swirling my tongue over and between them. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” he panted over again. His balls had contracted, and his cock was spewing precum. He was seconds from shooting his load.
I let go of his foot and stepped back.
“No…please…please…I need to cum…” he begged.
“Shhhh. Not yet. I promise you soon.” I whispered.
I sat on the stool between his legs without touching him. When he was calmed, I moved closer to him, letting my hot breath out against his balls. I licked my tongue over them, nipping them and sucking them gently. Owen was beside himself. He couldn’t move, couldn’t get any friction against his cock. He was completely dependent on me for his pleasure. I stood for a brief moment and licked my tongue over the head of his cock, capturing a big string of precum.
“Don’t even think about coming,” I whispered. “If you do, I’m going to take the blindfold off you and let you watch me masturbate until I cum. You won’t feel my cock in your ass…”