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Before Carter can question what idea that thought might have sparked in the man's mind to get him to look like that, sir pushes his chair back and stands. "We'll eat more later. Sir doesn't want you too full for this next part."
Carter's stomach swoops. What has he gotten himself into?
Unable to form words, he goes easily with sir as the man takes his hand, pulls him to his feet, and guides him to the bedroom. His legs wobble with nerves and excitement, and when sir skims his fingertips across his back before pushing him down to kneel, his whole body erupts in goosebumps.
"I brought a few things." Sir walks over to the bag he had brought with him for the night, his smile a little bit dangerous. He digs around, pulling out something black and something red, then turns back to Carter. The black thing is nowhere to be seen, but the red is in his hands. Rope. Goosebumps spread across Carter's arms and legs. "Thought I'd wrap you up all nice and pretty tonight. What do you think?"
"Yes," Carter breathes, his eyes locked onto the rope. "Please, sir."
"On the bed for me then, sweetheart." By the time Carter is on the mattress, sir is standing by the edge right in front of him. He turns Carter with just a touch to his hip so his back is to sir. "Hold still."
It should be easy to hold still as sir starts a pattern around Carter's upper chest, but the rope just does it for Carter. It makes him insanely horny and his skin all sensitive, and his mind goes warm and gooey, and everything is just so, so nice, and staying still is really hard!
He somehow manages, only earning himself one sharp smack to his ass when he gives in to rub his cock against sir’s leg when sir climbs onto the bed while wrapping the rope.
It's torture, but the sweetest fucking kind.
By the end, Carter has a harness around his chest, rope winding around his arms to keep them straight and together down his back, and a nice knot at his wrists. There's nothing he can do when sir guides him to bend over the end of the mattress, not that he'd want to fight it if he could.
"So pretty. Just a little more, I think."
Carter moans, not sure if he's excited for more rope or disappointed that they haven't reached the fucking part of the night yet.
It doesn't matter anyway. Sir says more, so there's more. With Carter still bent over, sir begins winding rope around his foot and ankle, then his thigh, and in no time, he has Carter's leg bent, tying the rope so he’s stuck thigh to calf.
Sir pushes him so his weight is resting fully on the bed, no longer needing his free leg for support. Then he wraps that leg up exactly like the other one. Once he's finished with the matching set, he sits Carter up and finishes the rope off with a simple wrap around his achingly hard cock and balls. It's loose - enough where Carter thinks it'll hold him off for a while, but not ultimately keep him from coming.
Jokes on him, though. Sir pulls out three more things from his bag, and one of them guarantees Carter won't be coming until sir allows it. A sound.
A motherfucking sound.
Carter starts to tremble, his eyes locked on it where it's placed on the bed. He barely even notices when sir attaches clamps to his nipples and starts prepping him with lube for the prostate massager. It's that damn sound he can't stop staring at.
"One more thing before we fill your needy little hole," sir murmurs in his ear, the bastard making sure to brush his lips across it since he knows how crazy that drives Carter. "This will make sure you behave for me."
Carter whimpers as the sound is lubed up. He flinches when sir takes his hard cock in his hand, but when sir asks for his color, he admits in a grumble, "Green, sir."
With a soft smile, sir kisses his forehead.
Then he starts to insert the sound.
It feels - holy fuck, it feels…
Weird? Definitely.
Wrong? Kind of.
Good? Fucking hell yes.
Carter gasps and moans his way through getting his cock filled. By the time only the little ball is left, sitting on the tip of his cock all innocent like it's not the thing keeping him from reaching orgasm, he's sweaty and shaky and a little breathless.
It only gets worse when sir slides the prostate massager into his hole and pulls his hips back so it's kept in place by the mattress pressing against it. He switches it on, surprising Carter with the fact that it's a fucking vibrator. Carter shudders.
At least it's only on low, right?
Except, it doesn't stay on low. After some kisses to Carter's throat, some nibbles to his ears, a few tugs on his nipple clamps, and a soft, "Such a good boy," sir turns it up. Nothing crazy, but still… a lot. Enough to have Carter's eyes rolling back and his cock throbbing.
"Good?" sir asks while stroking Carter's bound and plugged cock. And fuck does that feel good.
