He sits up, and I carefully tie the fabric around his head to cut off his vision, making sure there are no gaps for him to see through, but that it isn’t too tight. I help him lie back again before tying each wrist to a bedpost of my headboard using a non-collapsing cuff knot that he won’t be able to accidentally tighten by pulling on it, and make sure two of my fingers fit inthe gap. “If you change your mind at any point, what do you say?”
“Red,” he answers confidently. “But this is all still very green. I’m so turned on right now, holy shit. I don’t know how much longer I’ll last.”
He can’t see me now, so I lean in close to his ear to whisper my reply. “I thought you wanted to be a good boy for me?”
He lets out the most satisfying whimper. “Holy shit, John. I don’t even think you’ll need to touch my dick.”
“As fun as that sounds,” I begin in a dry tone, “finishing quickly isn’t really the point tonight. If your arms or hands start to tingle or hurt, let me know immediately.”
He takes a few quick deep breaths, obviously trying to calm down, and I take a moment to rearrange my supplies. If he really is that close to finishing, I need to be purposeful with what I start with. I eye the large bowl of ice I brought upstairs and add a couple of metal butt plugs to it before getting the soy candle and lighter ready. All of this was marked as things he wanted to try on his kink wish list, and I know how much Chad loves surprises, so I don’t give him any further warnings about what I have planned.
It doesn’t take long for the metal to cool down, so when everything is ready and positioned in reach, I join Chad on the bed. He’s in a spread-eagle pose even though only his arms are restrained, and I start by kissing his inner thigh just above the knee. He jerks slightly with the first press of my lips to his skin before relaxing further into the bed, but I know that won’t last long. I trail a few more kisses up his leg as I grab one of the metal toys, wiping it off and testing it quickly to make sure the temperature is what I want before replacing my mouth on his thigh with the cold metal.
He screams.
It’s not that cold, I don’t want to hurt him, but without his vision or any idea of what I’m doing, I’m sure it was a surprise. Ibite back my laugh. Maybe I really am just an asshole, but I love this. Love the sense of power and control I know I have in this moment.
“What the fuck was that?” he practically screeches. He didn’t say red though, so rather than answer, I drag the toy along his thigh even higher up on his leg, then go back to kissing his cooled skin. “Oh my God, this is intense. Was that ice? Are we doing another kink?” I smile to myself at how excited he sounds. While Chad is rambling, I light the candle and allow some wax to pool at the top.
His whole body practically arches off the bed when I carefully drip the hot wax onto his lower abdomen, cutting off his ramble.
“Ahh—ughh.” His exclamation morphs from a cry to a groan. His chest is heaving with his effort to breathe, and his swollen cock is still rock hard as it jumps slightly, straining up toward his abdomen. He’s so fucking responsive, and it’s utterly captivating to witness.
“It was actually a cooled metal butt plug,” I answer his previous question conversationally. “And that was candle wax.”
“A butt plug? Are you going to put a frozen butt plug in my ass?” he asks, but his tone sounds more curious than opposed.
“Not today,” I answer with a laugh. “You still good?”
“So, so good. I mean, obviously the wax hurt for a second, but it cooled really quickly, and then it felt… nice.”
I smile again at his answer, pleased that his dopamine response to the slight, fleeting pain seems to be a positive one. Then I take a cooled toy and circle his pec around his nipple without actually touching it, and he whimpers again.
Fuck, those sounds he makes are such a turn-on. I squeeze my own dick through my boxers before giving up on that idea and stripping down entirely, taking my time to really build up the anticipation for Chad, who’s visibly squirming in place. He’salso smiling, far bigger than anyone who’s restrained and blindfolded has a right to be, which is very Chad.
My past experiences with BDSM were all very… serious? I’m not sure if that’s the right word, but those scenes and the roles we played in them were all carefully mapped out and planned. And I really liked those experiences. They helped me enjoy sex for the first time after losing Luke, to enjoy just being alive even. It gave me a sense of control when my life felt like it had completely fallen apart.
Doing this now with Chad, though, is different. So different. He’s so easygoing, so happy and enthusiastic, it bleeds into everything he does, including BDSM apparently, making this feel like a more casual, hell, a morefunexperience than I’m used to.
It could also be because I know Chad better than someone I’m just playing with. I’ve never spent so much time with anyone outside of that power-exchange dynamic before, and they’ve always respected my desire not to. Chad hasn’t. I should hate his lack of boundaries, but he’s obviously wearing me down, challenging that desire to remain secluded. Maybe playing with Chad is so different because he’s forced me to get to know him, and that adds an extra layer of trust and… well, I think it does make it more fun, too.
It’s not just a scene with him.
He’s probably expecting me to use the wax again, so I put the lit candle down carefully on the holder beside the bed and mix things up. I reposition myself between his outstretched legs, and without any warning, swallow his rock-hard cock as deep as I can. “Oh holy shit! John! I’m going to…”
“What happened to you calling me ‘Sir?’” I pull off to taunt and tease him more, trailing my fingers up his inner thighs.
He’s back to panting, and he’s squirming beneath me in a way that makes me think he really is struggling to hold back, buthe’s trying. For me. The selfish part of me gets off on the restraint he’s showing simply because I told him to.
That doesn’t stop me from teasing him though. I drip more hot wax onto his chest and abdomen, obsessed with watching it mold to the ridges of his defined abs and in the V of his Adonis belt. I alternate between using it with the cold metal and my mouth, enjoying every sound he makes at the shock and pleasure. His constant talking morphs to incoherent babbling, and I truly don’t know how much more he can take.
“I need to come, Sir. Please, I’m trying so hard,” Chad rambles as I set everything down.
Instead of answering, I wrap my lips around the head of Chad’s cock, solely to lap up the precum that’s been leaking from it this whole time. Then I pull back and reach for the lube. As much as I’d love to suck him down my throat and get him to finish that way, I’m very aware that Chad is not only new to anything kink related, but also to sex with other men. Not that either of those things are obvious with how easily he’s embraced them, but I want to give him another new experience.
“Want to feel how hard you make me?” I ask in a low tone.
“Yes, please!”
