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“No,” he said, “it sounds honest. How long have you been in town?”
Was it that obvious? “Two days.”
“What’s your name?”
“Daniel.”
“Daniel, I’m Lem.” He took a step closer to me, and I could feel the heat coming off him. I was almost dizzy from our connection. Screw the colors, I wanted him to take me right there, kiss me, press me up against the wall of hankies and...
“What fetish were you looking for?” he asked.
I swallowed hard. I’m shy, like I said. And I have such a difficult time—have always had a difficult time—asking for what I want. But here it was, my chance. I wasn’t going to let this go. “Bondage,” I whispered.
He smiled and looked at me. “Gray.” He didn’t ask if I were bottom. He didn’t have to. He took me from the wall of hankies and into the toys, grabbed up a few different devices, and then led me out the back door to his pickup truck.
“Don’t you have to pay for those?”
“Not when you own the store,” he said. We drove to his house in the Marina, and when we got to the spot, he said, “You have a safeword?”
I shook my head.
“Let’s go with hanky,” he said, and he winked at me. He was obviously enjoying himself. I will admit that I was, too. My dick was rock hard in my 501s. But I was also nervous. I’d been craving this forever, and I didn’t know what to do, how to move forward, what to say. My fantasies rarely featured much dialogue. I guess my fear was evident, because Lem put his hand on my back.
“Don’t worry so much,” he said, and he led me into his house and to his bedroom, and stripped me of my boots, jeans and shirt. He had me cuffed to his bed in a matter of minutes, my wrists anchored above me, my legs apart. My cock stood at attention, begging for release, but he ignored my erection.
“So you were looking for a hanky,” he said.
“Yeah.”
“Because you wanted someone to give you what you wanted.”
I nodded.
“So what do you want?”
I rattled the chains. “This.”
“What else?”
I’d rarely gotten past this image. My fantasies had almost always ended here, with me tied to a bed. The tying had been what was important. The being unable to go. Except I’d had to go far in order to get to this place. I’d had to leave my small, dull hometown in the Midwest, ride a bus for a miserable amount of hours, hole up in the cheapest hotel I could find, and then walk into a sex toy store in order to make my dreams come true.
Sure, there had been a few stolen kisses in my past. A drunken night behind a bar when a man I’d known forever made a move and I let him touch me. But I hadn’t ever told anyone what I truly desired. I hadn’t figured out how.
Lem said, “Use your imagination, boy. What next?”
I sighed and said, “Let me come.”
“That’s it? Bind you down and make you come? I don’t think so...”
I closed my eyes. I tried to figure out what he’d want me to say. I saw the images in the magazines I’d been jerking off to for years. Lem came close to me. He kissed me and then bit my bottom lip hard, startling me with the pain. I opened my eyes and stared into his. “Daniel. What do you want me to do?”
I said, “Hurt me,” and I felt my dick leak a little precome.
“Yes,” he said, nodding. “That’s what comes next.”
He undid my ankles and wrists and easily flipped me on the mattress, cuffing my wrists back over my head. Then he retied my legs and stood at the side of the bed.
“We’ll start with a paddle,” he said. “Don’t come on my sheets. I won’t like that.”
