side table, where they kept the props for this particular fantasy. He pulled out two pairs of cuffs. Each cuff was made of thickly padded cloth with adjustable Velcro. The two parts clipped together so they could be separated if needed or an extension chain could be added for situations like this. They were comfortable, not biting, while secure enough to endure pulling and twisting. Tim wouldn’t be able to free himself by accident, remaining secure as long as they kept up their game.
But either man could release the Velcro with a bit of concentrated effort. If an emergency happened, the “victim” could free himself.
Julian and Tim relished exploring different flavors of pleasure and desire, light, playful and joy-filled or dark, raunchy and brutal. Neither one truly wanted to rule or control the other. Neither needed dominance or submission for sexual satisfaction. It was a form of play and release, not a lifestyle. Neither saw themselves as part of the BDSM community.
That didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy the hell out of it from time to time.
Julian leaned over Tim, clipping one side of the cuffs on his wrist and the other around one of the bedposts, massive, ornately carved with ancient runes. He secured the other arm the same way, sliding Tim down the bed until there was no slack in the chains.
He licked his way up Tim’s spine. His lover moaned, tugging at his bindings. Julian bit the place his neck and shoulders met, a hot button guaranteed to send Tim soaring. Tim heaved up, yanking at the chains and cuffs.
“Now, now, bad boy,” teased Julian, pushing him back down before checking that the cuffs weren’t cutting off circulation. “You wanted this. You have to take it now, whatever I give you and however I wanna give it to you.”
Tim whimpered but settled down, no longer all but humping the bed. Julian sat up on his knees, looking down at the bounty spread before him. All that sensitive, responsive flesh anticipating whatever stimulus he chose to give. Sweet, sin-filled heaven bound and tied for the taking.
Julian ran his hands up and down Tim’s back, listening to him purr and watching anticipation-tightened muscles release. He played with the shorter hairs at the base of Tim’s neck, soft and velvety beneath the fall of his golden hair. He slid his fingers through the long waves, a sheet of silken decadence. Something about the soft golden sheen spread across his pillow always kicked him in the gut, tightening both his heart and cock. He moved down and squeezed tense ass muscles, dipping a single finger in the crack between.
That did it. Tim cried out, arching back and trying to get his knees beneath him. He pulled hard enough at the chains to rattle the posts and cause Julian to worry about his straining shoulders.
Julian reached beneath Tim, cupping his velvety balls and rolling them in a tender grasp. “Shh, calm down. It only gets better. You know how good it’ll be. Calm down, lover. You can take what I dish out to you.”
“God…damn…Julian,” Tim sputtered, voice quavering in yearning. But he responded to Julian’s voice, his body filled with a fine trembling but no longer racked with spasms. Still, he wasn’t above begging for what he wanted. “Do something. Do anything. Do me. Don’t make me wait. Can’t take it. Can’t stand it. Please. Please.”
Julian smiled. He’d planned on more foreplay, hours of enjoying the hot flesh spread beneath him. But the desperation in Tim’s voice pulled at that place inside him that Tim alone owned. Poor baby. He needed some cock stuffing him, needed it so bad.
But first he’d have to ask for it, nicely.
Leaning forward, Julian crouched over his lust-filled victim and whispered, “You know what you have to say.”
Tim lost control again, wrapping his hands around the chains and tugging over and over again, wooden pillars creaking under the impassioned assault. He tossed
But either man could release the Velcro with a bit of concentrated effort. If an emergency happened, the “victim” could free himself.
Julian and Tim relished exploring different flavors of pleasure and desire, light, playful and joy-filled or dark, raunchy and brutal. Neither one truly wanted to rule or control the other. Neither needed dominance or submission for sexual satisfaction. It was a form of play and release, not a lifestyle. Neither saw themselves as part of the BDSM community.
That didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy the hell out of it from time to time.
Julian leaned over Tim, clipping one side of the cuffs on his wrist and the other around one of the bedposts, massive, ornately carved with ancient runes. He secured the other arm the same way, sliding Tim down the bed until there was no slack in the chains.
He licked his way up Tim’s spine. His lover moaned, tugging at his bindings. Julian bit the place his neck and shoulders met, a hot button guaranteed to send Tim soaring. Tim heaved up, yanking at the chains and cuffs.
“Now, now, bad boy,” teased Julian, pushing him back down before checking that the cuffs weren’t cutting off circulation. “You wanted this. You have to take it now, whatever I give you and however I wanna give it to you.”
Tim whimpered but settled down, no longer all but humping the bed. Julian sat up on his knees, looking down at the bounty spread before him. All that sensitive, responsive flesh anticipating whatever stimulus he chose to give. Sweet, sin-filled heaven bound and tied for the taking.
Julian ran his hands up and down Tim’s back, listening to him purr and watching anticipation-tightened muscles release. He played with the shorter hairs at the base of Tim’s neck, soft and velvety beneath the fall of his golden hair. He slid his fingers through the long waves, a sheet of silken decadence. Something about the soft golden sheen spread across his pillow always kicked him in the gut, tightening both his heart and cock. He moved down and squeezed tense ass muscles, dipping a single finger in the crack between.
That did it. Tim cried out, arching back and trying to get his knees beneath him. He pulled hard enough at the chains to rattle the posts and cause Julian to worry about his straining shoulders.
Julian reached beneath Tim, cupping his velvety balls and rolling them in a tender grasp. “Shh, calm down. It only gets better. You know how good it’ll be. Calm down, lover. You can take what I dish out to you.”
“God…damn…Julian,” Tim sputtered, voice quavering in yearning. But he responded to Julian’s voice, his body filled with a fine trembling but no longer racked with spasms. Still, he wasn’t above begging for what he wanted. “Do something. Do anything. Do me. Don’t make me wait. Can’t take it. Can’t stand it. Please. Please.”
Julian smiled. He’d planned on more foreplay, hours of enjoying the hot flesh spread beneath him. But the desperation in Tim’s voice pulled at that place inside him that Tim alone owned. Poor baby. He needed some cock stuffing him, needed it so bad.
But first he’d have to ask for it, nicely.
Leaning forward, Julian crouched over his lust-filled victim and whispered, “You know what you have to say.”
Tim lost control again, wrapping his hands around the chains and tugging over and over again, wooden pillars creaking under the impassioned assault. He tossed
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