Helpless (M/MM) Complete!
Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2019 7:56 pm
Part 1
Rowan looked at the items on the bed one more time, trying to gain enough courage to proceed. He felt ridiculous, this was what he wanted, what they wanted! There was no need to be worried! Yet he could feel his hear beating faster, a sensation of excitement mixed with dread. “Just do it!” he told himself and let the towel around his waist fall to the ground. He crouched over the bed and picked the piece of fabric, feeling it’s texture between his fingers; his cheeks turned red as he remembered how he acquired it. His nervousness, bordering in panic, as he approached the counter holding the package, he couldn’t look at the cashier’s eyes and ran as fast as he could, he didn’t even stop when he almost knocked that old lady; he could add that incident to his already long list of public humiliations.
Of course he could have bought it online and save the embarrassment but that would risk Jason finding it first. No, he couldn’t let Jason see it, not after all the times Jason had wished for him to wear one of those and he had adamantly refused on the infallible reason that he looked ridiculous on them. He still operated under that believe yet he was willing to make an exception just for today.
Rowan grabbed the black jockstrap and slid his legs through it’s wholes, releasing the waistband around his hips and awkwardly adjusting his manhood to the fabric; he was definitely not used to that kind of pressure around his crotch!
He carefully folded his clothes and tossed them inside the closet, taking a moment to admire himself in the mirror. “Okay, I don’t look that stupid” he had to admit; despite not having the typical jock built, the underwear adjusted nicely to his body, wrapping snuggly around his package leaving little to the imagination, he turned around, craning his neck so he could take a glance at his bare butt
“He is right; I’ve got a great ass” he chuckled remembering all the times Jason had assured him that.
He turned around and looked at his body, examining every part that Jason had complimented. His smooth chest, his flat stomach, his thin arms with just a hint of muscles, his wavy blond hair that in one of his cornier moments Jason had compared to those of an angel (he still refused to admit he ever said such a thing) and his boyish, freckled face that, according to Jason, hide well enough his more deviant side.
Rowan couldn’t help but laugh, he was a prude compared to Jason! In fact, it was because of him that he had explored his more unorthodox side… it was because of him that he was about to do this.
He opened the laundry basket and pulled out a pair of gray compression shorts, those that Jason wore d to go to the gym. He knew how much he liked gagging him with those, it was another way of exercising dominance over him; normally it would be Jason who would force them inside his mouth while he grunted and struggled, all part of the game, this would be the first time he would chew on them completely willingly. He opened his mouth and pushed the used shorts inside, stuffing them with his fingers until only a piece of fabric was visible.
They tasted as bad as he remembered, a mixture of Jason’s sweat and other fluids, he suppressed the first instinct to spit them out by imagining his boyfriend wearing them, flexing his muscles in the gym, all sweaty and tired, stopping from his routine to rub his crotch, letting out a few moans from his mouth. Of course he never had done anything like that but Rowan had a vivid imagination.
To avoid any more temptation, Rowan grabbed a roll of black duct tape, ripped a strip and smoothed it over his lips, followed by a second one, third, fourth and finally he applied the fifth strip to his chin, encasing his lower face in tape “Mpphh ghmm” he tested his gag and was quite satisfied with the results.
Next he grabbed the same tape and kneeled on the mattress, once more adjusting his manhood, preventing it from popping out. Perhaps he got the wrong size. He pulled his left ankle against his left thigh and started wrapping it in tape, each round tighten the restrains until his ankle felt welded to his thigh. He applied the same treatment to his right leg rendering useless, as he attempted to test their effectiveness he lost his balance and fell face flat on the bed
“At least it works” he thought rolling his eyes at his own clumsiness and turned his attention to the last item of his plan. This was the moment of truth! Was he willing to go through with this? There was still time to call everything off, after all, he had to admit this was madness
“What would Jason do?”
He smiled realizing the answer to the question. He grabbed the last item, pulled his hands behind his back and snapped the cuffs around his wrists. It was done. He was trapped, with no way to escape on his own, nothing to do but to wait for someone to find him, for Jason to release him. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand… ten more minutes before he arrived.
Rowan smiled under his gag and rolled on his side, looking at the close door were Jason would soon walk in, and on the bed, all the toys they had ever used! Ropes, bandanas, cloth pegs, rings, vibrators, paddles. He could remember the first time they used each of them; he could remember each time he found himself tied up at Jason’s mercy… he could clearly remember the first time Jason tied him up.
They had been dating for a couple months and had begun getting intimate with each other, in fact, Rowan was at a point where he was ready to take the next big step but didn’t know if Jason would do it. He was quite nervous to be honest, Jason was his first serious relationship, he had never felt more connected to anyone than him. Jason on the other side had a history of partners, they even met when he was dating another guy! Even though he repeatedly had assured Rowan that none of his previous partners could even compare to him, he couldn’t help but feel insecure, nervous. What if he failed to satisfied Jason like the others?
He was quite surprised when that night, during one of their incredibly touchy make out sessions, Jason dropped the bomb on him “Can I tie you up Row?”
Perhaps was curiosity, a desire to look cool in front of him or the hormones that were melting his brain but Rowan found himself nodding. Jason smiled and kissed his lips one more time before pulling back “Take off your clothes!”
Rowan felt stupid, sheepishly asking to go to the bathroom. Why did he need privacy to remove his clothes? Perhaps Jason thought the same but he merely smiled and nodded. Rowan still remembered standing in front of the mirror for almost ten minutes, nervously looking at his naked self, well, half-naked, he opted to keep his green boxer shorts on, wondering if he had lost his mind; why would he agreed to do that? Yet there was something inside that want to try it, Jason asked him nicely and he loved pleasing him, perhaps he would enjoy it.
He finally took enough courage to walk back to his room and all his doubt left his mind the moment he lay his eyes on Jason, standing by the bed, wearing a pair of white tight boxer briefs, his arms crossed over his chiseled chest, a cocky smile on his face “I figured we should stand in equal grounds” he explained and told Rowan to sit on the bed. So enthralled he was admiring his boyfriend’s body that he didn’t notice the coils of red rope until Jason pointed at them.
Jason took his time restraining Rowan, tying him up, making sure that he was comfortable, that the ropes weren’t too tight. Despite his care, everything seemed like a blur to Rowan, the next thing he remembered was lying on his bed. His hands were tied behind his back, the ropes went above and below his chest, over his shoulder and under his armpits. His ankles, knees and thighs were tied together, pulled against his wrists in a hogtie.
“Open wide!” Jason’s voice was still gentle yet commanding, something on his tone made Rowan obey without hesitation. He watched the knotted green bandanna moving across his face and being pulled between his teeth, tied behind his head “Try to speak!”
“Whht fhhhld Hm fhn?” he asked not feeling particularly creative yet it seemed enough for Jason
“You sound cute” he smiled patting his cheek before pulling a second bandanna that he tied over his eyes, rendering him blind.
Rowan had never felt this way before; bound, gagged, blindfolded, unable to move any muscles, mumbling unintelligible words, shaking his head in a futile attempt to catch a glimpse of his surroundings. Yet despite his helplessness, he felt completely at ease. He trusted Jason and knew nothing bad would happen to him, in a way he felt more freedom than he ever had, no worries, no concerns or responsibilities. It was something he never felt before and he was loving it
He spent the first minutes of captivity testing the ropes, grunting and struggling although he didn’t expect to escape; the way Jason had tied the knots told him it wasn’t his first time yet for the first time he wasn’t concerned about Jason’s exes, he knew that right now, he had all of Jason’s attention.
“You look so adorable like that” Jason smiled ruffling his hair “like it?”
Rowan purred and nodded, rolling on his side so Jason could have a better view of his body, the ropes were quite tight and so were his boxers, which was odd since they were of a loose model. Jason seemed to know what to do for soon he grabbed Rowan’s bulge and started massaging it; at first, slowly and gently, careful to not cross any boundary but as Rowan let himself go to pleasure, so did Jason, rubbing it harder, kissing his neck and playing with his nipples while Rowan moaned and squirmed. He was so lost in the moment that he didn’t objected when Jason pulled his boxers down his hips, letting his hard member bounce out. He didn’t even object when Jason grabbed it tightly and started stroking it harder. Rowan closed his eyes and arched his back, feeling the pressure building up below his stomach, he tried to flex his arms ready for the climax…
And Jason let go
It took him a few seconds to realized what had happened, but when he could no longer feel any friction around his shaft he started whimpering
“You though I would let you finish?” Jason smiled gently tugging at Rowan’s hair “we are just starting!” that night Rowan also learned one of Jason’s most devious and cruel methods of torture: denial. For what felt like hours, Rowan was repeatedly subjected to that same torture, always brought to the edge but each time denied release.
As the time went by, Rowan’s groans became louder and more desperate, soon he went from pleading to cursing at Jason, his shaft was throbbing, constantly leaking pre-cum. Whenever Jason felt he was too close, he would slap his balls until he had “calmed down” a little bit. Rowan was drenched in sweat, tears soaking his blindfold, his teeth kept gnawing at the bandanna, his chest heaved rapidly and his dick felt on fire, tired of being denied for so long.
“What’s the matter Row? Can’t cum?” Jason teased him rubbing his thumb on the pink tip of Rowan’s member, that got the desire effect of driving Rowan insane, making him scream and roared while trying to struggle
“You are such a nice obedient sub” Jason continue, ignoring Rowan’s meltdown “but I like it better when you struggle like that, shows your inner fire” he tightened his grip on the shaft “and for that, you deserve a reward”
Once more he started stroking Rowan’s dick, his fist went all the way from its base to the tip, furiously jerking it off. Rowan started moaning again, arching his back despite the fact that there was little energy left. He could feel himself getting closer, he willed himself to belief that Jason wouldn’t leave him hanging this time, he wouldn’t dare, he would let him finish this time, he HAD to!
And then Jason let go
“FHHHHGG NHHHH! NHH HRM HN HFFHHLM” Rowan roared bouncing on the bed, shaking his hard member in the air as if it somehow could give him some relief, but that probably was the last straw; once his outburst had subsided, he started whimpering, begging Jason for relief, he would have gotten into his knees if he could
Jason begun untying his legs, gently spreading them apart and massaging them to allow the circulation to return “How bad do you want to cum Row? What would you do?”
“Hnnthnng! Plmhfm lmt mm ghm!” he begged practically sobbing, Jason lifted his legs, placing them over his shoulders and slowly ran his hands down his thighs, grasping his firm butt
“Well… if you really want to cum, let me fuck you” Rowan froze, his brain momentarily winning the battle against his hormones. His hesitation seemed to had an effect on Jason too, he released his legs slowly lowering them “I-I’m sorry” he said quietly “Crap! I… that sound better in my head. Listen Rowan, you are amazing and I really want to do this with you… but you have to do it willingly, I don’t want to pressure you, if you aren’t ready don’t worry, I promise I’ll make you cum this time, no more teasing” he spoke and gently kissed Rowan’s forehead.
He leaned back feeling Jason’s warm body, he couldn’t believe Jason was the one who asked! And all he had to do was get tied up! That was the key! While helpless, Rowan didn’t need to worry of anything, there was nothing he could do so he only had to lay back and relax. He didn’t have to decide.
He felt Jason’s hand over his manhood and immediately snapped his legs close, trapping his hand between them. That was enough to take Jason by surprise and give Rowan a chance to open his legs and raise his hips “Row…you really want me to?”
Rowan nodded and felt Jason’s body on top of him, his lips searched for his under the fabric of the gag and kiss them tenderly; in an act that surprised Rowan, Jason grabbed the blindfold and pulled it over his forehead; Rowan blinked for a few seconds as his eyes adjusted to the light, the first thing he saw was Jason looking back at him, his face just as he remembered: his brown hair more disheveled than usual, the mole und his right eye, the stubble over his chin and his green eyes looking at him tenderly accompanied by his usual half smirk
“I want you to look at me for this” he whispered and spread Rowan’s legs.
That wasn’t the last time they did it but certainly was one of the bests. Rowan smiled as he remembered the feeling of pure bliss when he finally ejaculated, flashes of his adventures with Jason for the next months crossed his memory: Him tied to a tree being sucked by Jason, tied to a chair in the kitchen while Jason applied the cloth pegs to his nipples for the first time, spread eagle to the bed, screaming through Jason’s underwear as he poured hot wax on his chest (that was one of the few ideas they agreed to never try again), him hogtied on the coffee table, Jason rubbing his sweaty socked feet against his face while he watched a game (which one he didn’t remember). He had enjoyed all (well most, looking at you hot wax!) of those times that Jason dominated him, controlled him, rendered him helpless. In a way he was a total sub and Jason was his master, not that he ever called him that although sometimes he indulged in calling him sir. In other words, he was thankful for having Jason in is life for this past year.
It had been a year together; their anniversary would be tomorrow so Rowan had decided to surprise him like that. He really hoped Jason appreciated the gesture... “he will!” he told himself, remembering the conversation they had a few weeks ago that gave birth to this idea. Jason would love it!
Rowan was pulled from his thoughts as he heard the door open and someone walking down the corridor. He smiled under his gag, feeling his heartbeat increase and his palms sweaty, it was the moment of truth.
The door opened and the man stepped inside, stopping on his tracks as he saw Rowan bound and gagged on the bed, wearing only a black jockstrap and surrounded by all those toys
“What the fuck?”
That man wasn’t Jason
To be continued...
Rowan looked at the items on the bed one more time, trying to gain enough courage to proceed. He felt ridiculous, this was what he wanted, what they wanted! There was no need to be worried! Yet he could feel his hear beating faster, a sensation of excitement mixed with dread. “Just do it!” he told himself and let the towel around his waist fall to the ground. He crouched over the bed and picked the piece of fabric, feeling it’s texture between his fingers; his cheeks turned red as he remembered how he acquired it. His nervousness, bordering in panic, as he approached the counter holding the package, he couldn’t look at the cashier’s eyes and ran as fast as he could, he didn’t even stop when he almost knocked that old lady; he could add that incident to his already long list of public humiliations.
Of course he could have bought it online and save the embarrassment but that would risk Jason finding it first. No, he couldn’t let Jason see it, not after all the times Jason had wished for him to wear one of those and he had adamantly refused on the infallible reason that he looked ridiculous on them. He still operated under that believe yet he was willing to make an exception just for today.
Rowan grabbed the black jockstrap and slid his legs through it’s wholes, releasing the waistband around his hips and awkwardly adjusting his manhood to the fabric; he was definitely not used to that kind of pressure around his crotch!
He carefully folded his clothes and tossed them inside the closet, taking a moment to admire himself in the mirror. “Okay, I don’t look that stupid” he had to admit; despite not having the typical jock built, the underwear adjusted nicely to his body, wrapping snuggly around his package leaving little to the imagination, he turned around, craning his neck so he could take a glance at his bare butt
“He is right; I’ve got a great ass” he chuckled remembering all the times Jason had assured him that.
He turned around and looked at his body, examining every part that Jason had complimented. His smooth chest, his flat stomach, his thin arms with just a hint of muscles, his wavy blond hair that in one of his cornier moments Jason had compared to those of an angel (he still refused to admit he ever said such a thing) and his boyish, freckled face that, according to Jason, hide well enough his more deviant side.
Rowan couldn’t help but laugh, he was a prude compared to Jason! In fact, it was because of him that he had explored his more unorthodox side… it was because of him that he was about to do this.
He opened the laundry basket and pulled out a pair of gray compression shorts, those that Jason wore d to go to the gym. He knew how much he liked gagging him with those, it was another way of exercising dominance over him; normally it would be Jason who would force them inside his mouth while he grunted and struggled, all part of the game, this would be the first time he would chew on them completely willingly. He opened his mouth and pushed the used shorts inside, stuffing them with his fingers until only a piece of fabric was visible.
They tasted as bad as he remembered, a mixture of Jason’s sweat and other fluids, he suppressed the first instinct to spit them out by imagining his boyfriend wearing them, flexing his muscles in the gym, all sweaty and tired, stopping from his routine to rub his crotch, letting out a few moans from his mouth. Of course he never had done anything like that but Rowan had a vivid imagination.
To avoid any more temptation, Rowan grabbed a roll of black duct tape, ripped a strip and smoothed it over his lips, followed by a second one, third, fourth and finally he applied the fifth strip to his chin, encasing his lower face in tape “Mpphh ghmm” he tested his gag and was quite satisfied with the results.
Next he grabbed the same tape and kneeled on the mattress, once more adjusting his manhood, preventing it from popping out. Perhaps he got the wrong size. He pulled his left ankle against his left thigh and started wrapping it in tape, each round tighten the restrains until his ankle felt welded to his thigh. He applied the same treatment to his right leg rendering useless, as he attempted to test their effectiveness he lost his balance and fell face flat on the bed
“At least it works” he thought rolling his eyes at his own clumsiness and turned his attention to the last item of his plan. This was the moment of truth! Was he willing to go through with this? There was still time to call everything off, after all, he had to admit this was madness
“What would Jason do?”
He smiled realizing the answer to the question. He grabbed the last item, pulled his hands behind his back and snapped the cuffs around his wrists. It was done. He was trapped, with no way to escape on his own, nothing to do but to wait for someone to find him, for Jason to release him. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand… ten more minutes before he arrived.
Rowan smiled under his gag and rolled on his side, looking at the close door were Jason would soon walk in, and on the bed, all the toys they had ever used! Ropes, bandanas, cloth pegs, rings, vibrators, paddles. He could remember the first time they used each of them; he could remember each time he found himself tied up at Jason’s mercy… he could clearly remember the first time Jason tied him up.
They had been dating for a couple months and had begun getting intimate with each other, in fact, Rowan was at a point where he was ready to take the next big step but didn’t know if Jason would do it. He was quite nervous to be honest, Jason was his first serious relationship, he had never felt more connected to anyone than him. Jason on the other side had a history of partners, they even met when he was dating another guy! Even though he repeatedly had assured Rowan that none of his previous partners could even compare to him, he couldn’t help but feel insecure, nervous. What if he failed to satisfied Jason like the others?
He was quite surprised when that night, during one of their incredibly touchy make out sessions, Jason dropped the bomb on him “Can I tie you up Row?”
Perhaps was curiosity, a desire to look cool in front of him or the hormones that were melting his brain but Rowan found himself nodding. Jason smiled and kissed his lips one more time before pulling back “Take off your clothes!”
Rowan felt stupid, sheepishly asking to go to the bathroom. Why did he need privacy to remove his clothes? Perhaps Jason thought the same but he merely smiled and nodded. Rowan still remembered standing in front of the mirror for almost ten minutes, nervously looking at his naked self, well, half-naked, he opted to keep his green boxer shorts on, wondering if he had lost his mind; why would he agreed to do that? Yet there was something inside that want to try it, Jason asked him nicely and he loved pleasing him, perhaps he would enjoy it.
He finally took enough courage to walk back to his room and all his doubt left his mind the moment he lay his eyes on Jason, standing by the bed, wearing a pair of white tight boxer briefs, his arms crossed over his chiseled chest, a cocky smile on his face “I figured we should stand in equal grounds” he explained and told Rowan to sit on the bed. So enthralled he was admiring his boyfriend’s body that he didn’t notice the coils of red rope until Jason pointed at them.
Jason took his time restraining Rowan, tying him up, making sure that he was comfortable, that the ropes weren’t too tight. Despite his care, everything seemed like a blur to Rowan, the next thing he remembered was lying on his bed. His hands were tied behind his back, the ropes went above and below his chest, over his shoulder and under his armpits. His ankles, knees and thighs were tied together, pulled against his wrists in a hogtie.
“Open wide!” Jason’s voice was still gentle yet commanding, something on his tone made Rowan obey without hesitation. He watched the knotted green bandanna moving across his face and being pulled between his teeth, tied behind his head “Try to speak!”
“Whht fhhhld Hm fhn?” he asked not feeling particularly creative yet it seemed enough for Jason
“You sound cute” he smiled patting his cheek before pulling a second bandanna that he tied over his eyes, rendering him blind.
Rowan had never felt this way before; bound, gagged, blindfolded, unable to move any muscles, mumbling unintelligible words, shaking his head in a futile attempt to catch a glimpse of his surroundings. Yet despite his helplessness, he felt completely at ease. He trusted Jason and knew nothing bad would happen to him, in a way he felt more freedom than he ever had, no worries, no concerns or responsibilities. It was something he never felt before and he was loving it
He spent the first minutes of captivity testing the ropes, grunting and struggling although he didn’t expect to escape; the way Jason had tied the knots told him it wasn’t his first time yet for the first time he wasn’t concerned about Jason’s exes, he knew that right now, he had all of Jason’s attention.
“You look so adorable like that” Jason smiled ruffling his hair “like it?”
Rowan purred and nodded, rolling on his side so Jason could have a better view of his body, the ropes were quite tight and so were his boxers, which was odd since they were of a loose model. Jason seemed to know what to do for soon he grabbed Rowan’s bulge and started massaging it; at first, slowly and gently, careful to not cross any boundary but as Rowan let himself go to pleasure, so did Jason, rubbing it harder, kissing his neck and playing with his nipples while Rowan moaned and squirmed. He was so lost in the moment that he didn’t objected when Jason pulled his boxers down his hips, letting his hard member bounce out. He didn’t even object when Jason grabbed it tightly and started stroking it harder. Rowan closed his eyes and arched his back, feeling the pressure building up below his stomach, he tried to flex his arms ready for the climax…
And Jason let go
It took him a few seconds to realized what had happened, but when he could no longer feel any friction around his shaft he started whimpering
“You though I would let you finish?” Jason smiled gently tugging at Rowan’s hair “we are just starting!” that night Rowan also learned one of Jason’s most devious and cruel methods of torture: denial. For what felt like hours, Rowan was repeatedly subjected to that same torture, always brought to the edge but each time denied release.
As the time went by, Rowan’s groans became louder and more desperate, soon he went from pleading to cursing at Jason, his shaft was throbbing, constantly leaking pre-cum. Whenever Jason felt he was too close, he would slap his balls until he had “calmed down” a little bit. Rowan was drenched in sweat, tears soaking his blindfold, his teeth kept gnawing at the bandanna, his chest heaved rapidly and his dick felt on fire, tired of being denied for so long.
“What’s the matter Row? Can’t cum?” Jason teased him rubbing his thumb on the pink tip of Rowan’s member, that got the desire effect of driving Rowan insane, making him scream and roared while trying to struggle
“You are such a nice obedient sub” Jason continue, ignoring Rowan’s meltdown “but I like it better when you struggle like that, shows your inner fire” he tightened his grip on the shaft “and for that, you deserve a reward”
Once more he started stroking Rowan’s dick, his fist went all the way from its base to the tip, furiously jerking it off. Rowan started moaning again, arching his back despite the fact that there was little energy left. He could feel himself getting closer, he willed himself to belief that Jason wouldn’t leave him hanging this time, he wouldn’t dare, he would let him finish this time, he HAD to!
And then Jason let go
“FHHHHGG NHHHH! NHH HRM HN HFFHHLM” Rowan roared bouncing on the bed, shaking his hard member in the air as if it somehow could give him some relief, but that probably was the last straw; once his outburst had subsided, he started whimpering, begging Jason for relief, he would have gotten into his knees if he could
Jason begun untying his legs, gently spreading them apart and massaging them to allow the circulation to return “How bad do you want to cum Row? What would you do?”
“Hnnthnng! Plmhfm lmt mm ghm!” he begged practically sobbing, Jason lifted his legs, placing them over his shoulders and slowly ran his hands down his thighs, grasping his firm butt
“Well… if you really want to cum, let me fuck you” Rowan froze, his brain momentarily winning the battle against his hormones. His hesitation seemed to had an effect on Jason too, he released his legs slowly lowering them “I-I’m sorry” he said quietly “Crap! I… that sound better in my head. Listen Rowan, you are amazing and I really want to do this with you… but you have to do it willingly, I don’t want to pressure you, if you aren’t ready don’t worry, I promise I’ll make you cum this time, no more teasing” he spoke and gently kissed Rowan’s forehead.
He leaned back feeling Jason’s warm body, he couldn’t believe Jason was the one who asked! And all he had to do was get tied up! That was the key! While helpless, Rowan didn’t need to worry of anything, there was nothing he could do so he only had to lay back and relax. He didn’t have to decide.
He felt Jason’s hand over his manhood and immediately snapped his legs close, trapping his hand between them. That was enough to take Jason by surprise and give Rowan a chance to open his legs and raise his hips “Row…you really want me to?”
Rowan nodded and felt Jason’s body on top of him, his lips searched for his under the fabric of the gag and kiss them tenderly; in an act that surprised Rowan, Jason grabbed the blindfold and pulled it over his forehead; Rowan blinked for a few seconds as his eyes adjusted to the light, the first thing he saw was Jason looking back at him, his face just as he remembered: his brown hair more disheveled than usual, the mole und his right eye, the stubble over his chin and his green eyes looking at him tenderly accompanied by his usual half smirk
“I want you to look at me for this” he whispered and spread Rowan’s legs.
That wasn’t the last time they did it but certainly was one of the bests. Rowan smiled as he remembered the feeling of pure bliss when he finally ejaculated, flashes of his adventures with Jason for the next months crossed his memory: Him tied to a tree being sucked by Jason, tied to a chair in the kitchen while Jason applied the cloth pegs to his nipples for the first time, spread eagle to the bed, screaming through Jason’s underwear as he poured hot wax on his chest (that was one of the few ideas they agreed to never try again), him hogtied on the coffee table, Jason rubbing his sweaty socked feet against his face while he watched a game (which one he didn’t remember). He had enjoyed all (well most, looking at you hot wax!) of those times that Jason dominated him, controlled him, rendered him helpless. In a way he was a total sub and Jason was his master, not that he ever called him that although sometimes he indulged in calling him sir. In other words, he was thankful for having Jason in is life for this past year.
It had been a year together; their anniversary would be tomorrow so Rowan had decided to surprise him like that. He really hoped Jason appreciated the gesture... “he will!” he told himself, remembering the conversation they had a few weeks ago that gave birth to this idea. Jason would love it!
Rowan was pulled from his thoughts as he heard the door open and someone walking down the corridor. He smiled under his gag, feeling his heartbeat increase and his palms sweaty, it was the moment of truth.
The door opened and the man stepped inside, stopping on his tracks as he saw Rowan bound and gagged on the bed, wearing only a black jockstrap and surrounded by all those toys
“What the fuck?”
That man wasn’t Jason
To be continued...