Page 17 of Whirlwind

Julio ran his hands slowly up and down Taylor’s chest several times, and then pulled the thin t-shirt up and over his head. Taylor knew that his pudgy belly was on display, but Julio didn’t stop the quiet glide of his hands.

He was worried that he was supposed to be doing something. Like taking off Julio’s clothes or touching him back or something. God, he’d been waiting a decade to touch his best friend like this.

He raised a tentative hand. Julio’s muscular waist was so fucking hot, even under his shirt. But Julio didn’t even stop stroking Taylor’s chest as he took Taylor’s wrist in a loose grasp and returned it to his side. That was even hotter.

Already Taylor felt smaller. Precious. Subservient. He kept his hands loosely at his sides and just feasted his eyes.

Everything in Julio’s posture screamed command. He dragged his hands up and down his plaything with controlled precision. Taylor realized that each of his breaths and subtle movements was being observed and analyzed. Having so much of Julio’s attention on him was a heady feeling.

Julio’s hands roved lower, stroking Taylor’s thighs. When he was ready, he opened Taylor’s belt. It wasn’t so much a slow tease as a statement: I’ll undress you when I want to.

He dipped two fingers behind the waistline and Taylor sucked in his belly. Julio popped opened the button, and then slid down the zipper. “Breathe, sweetie.”

He placed a gentle kiss on Taylor’s belly, which made him want to squirm. His belly was disgusting. Not worthy of this… reverence.

He stayed still, though. He couldn’t do anything about his weight right now, so he could at least stay where Julio put him. He hoped Julio appreciated his compliance, because it seemed like the only thing he could offer.

God, did he want to offer it, though.

Julio slid the jeans down to the floor, indicating with the pressure of his fingers when Taylor should lift each leg. He complied with a suppressed whimper.

Taylor was fully naked now, feeling on display. His cock jutted out, and he worried for a moment that it would be too big. Or that it was too early in the evening and he wasn’t supposed to be this hard yet.

Julio drew one finger down his full length, eyes hungry with desire. Taylor could feel his eyes rolling back as he absorbed the sensation, but he wanted to see everything.

Julio was still fully dressed, making Taylor feel sinful and sexual. Ready to serve. Julio dragged his fingers up his body as he stood. “So beautiful,” he whispered. “Now close your eyes.”

Taylor didn’t want to close his eyes, but he let his lids drop. In the darkness, the touch of a finger, or a breath against his nipple took on a symphony of feeling. He heard and felt Julio stepping away, but that only added to the anticipation.

When he came back, he dragged something over Taylor’s skin. It was a piece of cloth that was a bit scratchy instead of smooth like he would have expected. He trailed it lightly over his shoulders and belly, letting just the edge of it brush Taylor’s cock.

The fabric shifted, and now he could feel a strip of it rising along his chest, held taut between Julio’s hands. Julio didn’t release the pressure as it rose to his neck. He could still breathe, but just the idea of Julio holding him this way, owning him like this, made him whimper.

“Good boy.”

Taylor glowed inside. The rough fabric kept moving, until it pressed across his lips, from the bottom of his nose to his chin. Was he supposed to open his mouth? Was it a gag? He wasn’t sure if he was ready for that, but Julio also hadn’t given him an instruction.

He waited, feeling the fabric pressed to his mouth. It wasn’t so much rough as… irregular. Like there were holes in it, but not regularly spaced.

“Do you know what this is?” Julio asked.

He suddenly figured it out. “Lace.” Julio was tracing his body with lace. His cock surged.

Julio hummed approvingly. “Hands behind your back.”

He hurried to comply. Rough lace met his wrists, wrapping once around each one and pinning them together. Oh, fuck. For a minute he couldn’t remember how to breathe.

“So good for me, sweetheart. Remember that you can stop this at any time. Do you want to continue?”

There was nothing he wanted more. He’d been waiting his whole life for this moment. “Yes… Sir.” He’d been waiting to say that, too.

“Arms up.”

He lifted his bound wrists a few inches away from his body, pushing backward even when his shoulders strained.

Taylor wasn’t sure why he got off so much on these commands, but they were doing it for him.

He’d thought that everything would be rough and angry, but Julio was still completely in charge, even while he made Taylor feel so small and cared for.