At Last

By Cutieboy90

stories by cutieboy90 male bdsm“Oh fuck!” I’d finally hilted. I bite my lip, fighting the urge to make this pleasure quick. My cock throbs its frustration, squeezed into the silky softness of his tight ass.

I smile down at him, giving slow rolling thrusts as we acclimate to the tight fit we are. Kissing the sweat from his forehead, I caress his shoulder with one hand as I pant in heat. I feel his cock hard rubbing against my abs. His eyes tell me he’s ready for the ride I promised. I give his sweet mouth a sensual kiss, muffling his moans with my tongue as I pick up the pace.

It’s like the feeling you get as the roller coaster reaches the top of the track, or the airplane starts to take off. The anticipation is almost more exciting because you know exactly what’s about to happen, but you’re not there yet. Then you get faster and faster until you outrace time itself, even if for a moment.

Faster and faster, my heart pounds. Harder and harder, my cock drives. I break our kiss, only to growl in pleasure.

“FUCK! Fuck…” I don’t want to finish yet, this is too hot to handle. I squeeze him to me, muzzling myself against his neck and feeling his breath on my ear. His fingers claw desperately at my back. No, we’re not slowing down. We can’t now…

I kiss him fiercely, my balls boiling as they grind against his skin. Sweat has replaced silicone oil as the primary lube as I pump him faster. So close.

“I… Fuck! I’m gonna…” My eyes flutter as I lose control. Thrusting erratically, my hands planted firmly on his shoulders for leverage, I finally shoot.

“Ah, ah… FUCK!!” My arms buckle and I collapse from the intensity. I am shaking from the force of that full-body orgasm. I’m sure I’m going to pass out, drowning in the bliss of his embrace…

I catch my breath and roll to the side, releasing the pillow I’m squeezing against my body. It’s soaked with sweat. I reach down and take hold of the fleshlight buried in the sheets, my semi-flaccid cock still swimming in sweat and cum. I sigh.

“Back to reality, I guess…”

Later that afternoon, I pick him up for our weekly play session.

“Hey Luke!” I call as he climbs into the passenger seat of my truck. He gave me a sideways car hug.

“Hi Kyle,” he says into my shoulder. “How was your week?”

“Good,” I say as I merge back onto the road. “More of the same, day in and day out nonsense. I’m always glad to see you though bud!” I rest my hand on his thigh as I drive.

“You too,” he replies, sliding his hand into mine, interlacing our fingers.

The drive back to my place is short. As soon as we get inside, Luke pulls me into a hug. “That’s much better,” he sighs happily.

“Yes it is,” I purr as I lock my arms around him. “You wanna get right to it, or do you want to cuddle for a little bit?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“We can do both, you big dope.” He teases.

“Heh, yes we can…” I give him a peck on the forehead, and we make our way to the playroom.

I cuff his hands behind his back with my lucky Smith & Wesson cuffs, an older pair from when I was in the Corps. I call them lucky because I only ever had to use them in play. They have an unusual heart-shaped marr in the plating next to the left keyhole. As if they’d been destined for kink fun all along…

I double lock them and pocket the key. I sit down on the futon and give Luke a nod. He kneels obediently and waits patiently as I cuff his ankles. I lift his chin with my socked foot and caress his jawline with my toe.

“You want these, boy?” I ask rhetorically. “You want these big 12’s, you gotta work for ‘em. Go on, then…”

Luke moans into the arch of my foot, mouthing at the thick cotton. He sensuously takes the toe into his mouth, pulling the sock with his lips so as not to damage the cloth with his teeth. While Luke works the sock off, I gently prod and tease his body with my other foot. Rubbing his thighs and crotch, feeling him stiffen through the fabric.

“Good boy!” I praise him when he finally gets the sock off. He immediately begins to kiss and worship my bare toes, sucking them hungrily. I lay back against the futon, enjoying his attention.

“Oh yeah, that feels great…” I moan. “So good, baby.”

Luke always takes his time with each of my toes before kissing his way down the sole. I’d always been impressed with his skills, but every time felt new and exciting. That’s why I like playing with him so much, he’s an exceptional sub…

My other foot begins to feel neglected, so it soon finds its way up to Luke’s attentive mouth. Once again, he slowly pulls the sock down and gives each toe a tongue greeting. I sigh happily, feeling his soft wet mouth on my skin.

“Such a good boy…” I murmur. “Come here.” I sit forward, picking the socks up off the floor. I fold them and roll them into an oblong mass, which I stuff into Luke’s mouth. He moans as their rank taste cover his tongue. I see his cock twitch in his pants as he is gagged. I pull off my t-shirt, twisting it into a rope with which I use to secure the socks.

“MMmmmfff…!” He grunted as I knotted it tight behind his neck.

“There we go,” I knelt on the floor in front of him, my hands on his shoulders. Now it was my turn to play. I smile as I run my hands over his chest. His skin is soft and warm, his pecs firm and muscular. I flick his left nipple. Gently, at first.

“Mmmmhmmph…” Luke moans as his nip grew firm and his bulge throbbed harder in his shorts.

I suddenly pinch both his nips with a firm twisting motion, tweaking them hard.

“MMMPH!!”

“Yeah, that’s it baby. Take it. Take it for me!”

“MHMMPH…!”

I press my knee against his crotch, feeling him hump his raging boner.

I release his nips once he stops whining, rubbing them briefly with my thumbs in a circular motion. He still presses his throbbing member into my knee, humping me like a horny dog. I twist his nipples again, just a touch harder this time.

“FMMMPH!”

“Watch that mouth, boy.”

“Mmmhmm…!” His muffled voice is strained, working through the pain with his breathing and humping. I see his hands clench and his toes curl.

I nibble at his ear, kissing my way down to his neck. He begins to whimper. Just a little more…

Luke’s body suddenly relaxes. I hold his nips for a moment more before slowly releasing them.

“Hmmph… Hmmph… Hmmph…” He’s panting through his gag. I pull him into an embrace, resting his head on my chest.

“Good boy,” I whisper. “You took it. And with very little warm-up.” I reach down and hold his hands. “Come on, then.”

I help him to his feet, admiring his posture, his body, the tent in his shorts that I can see throbbing against the fabric. I pull his shorts down and have him step out of them.

“Nice jock,” I whistle upon seeing him in a red vinyl jockstrap. “Been to the gym today?”

Luke nods.

“Good boy. Me too, but I’m sure you already knew that.”

He nods with a moan. Of course I knew he could taste it on my socks.

I stroke the front pouch of his jock. Fuck that was hot. I’d been hard since I picked him up, but now I was even harder. I adjust myself in my lounge pants.

“Come on, hotstuff.” I grip the back of his neck and guide him to my bed. Before I make him lie down, I clamp his nips with some tweezer style nipple clamps connected on a chain.

“To keep those warm,” I explain. I help Luke onto the bed and eased him down onto his front. I replace the metal cuffs with padded leather ones, and buckle the matching leather cuffs to his ankles. Finally I loop my belt around the connecting chains, putting him in a loose hogtie. His glutes, framed by the red jockstrap, pop even more in this position with his back arched by the hogtie. My dick drools, desperately yearning to bury itself between those beautiful buns…

I jump over him, joining my sub in bed. He snuggles up to me, nuzzling my broad chest.

“You’re so cute,” I whisper huskily. “So sweet and sexy…” I trail off as my hand follows the curves of Luke’s back down to his ass. God DAMN that ass! I playfully snap the waistband of the jock a couple times.

Luke winks coyly. A blush forms on his cute gagged face.

I pull the sheet over him so his feet won’t get cold. I kiss his forehead and hold him tightly.

“We’ll go to a movie later tonight. And dinner, say at Little Italy.” I inform him. He nods against my shoulder. “Maybe go to the ice rink later. I loved watching you skate last time.”

“Mhhmm-phh mm hmmmph MMphh.”

I laugh. “Yes, boy. It is how we get such nice butts!” I hug him closer, giving his ass a possessive squeeze. “And yours is the hottest.”

“Mm-mm… Hmphrr hmmph. Mmm.”

“Mine? Well I suppose it’s in the eye of the beholder… Hush now. We can talk about who has the best ass later.” I kiss his gagged mouth, the taste of my own musk lingering on my lips.

Luke sighs contentedly, settling into his hogtied position in my arms. I listen to his breathing and watch his body rise and fall. Rise and fall. Rise. And fall…

A soft plinking sound rouses me from my dozing. Raindrops form ever larger splotchy shadows through the window in the late afternoon light. I blink myself awake, smiling to find Luke still in my arms. Hogtied, gagged, exactly as I remember before I’d dozed off.

I trace my fingertips down his spine from the knotted t-shirt at the back of his head, to his tailbone. He moans sweetly, his hips rolling slowly.

“You awake there?” I ask in a low voice.

“Mm hmm…” I see him nod.

“Good. You ready for these to come off?” I pull gently at the chain on his nipple clamps.

He nuzzles my chest, nodding reluctantly.

I help him roll onto his side so I’m spooning him. I run my hands over his chest gently squeezing his pecs.

“Alright boy, deep breath.”

The first clamp is released.

“HMMMMMMMM…!” Luke’s eyes squeeze shut and his body trembles in my arms. His breath whistles through his nose.

“Good boy,” I say as I massage his exposed nipple. “Give it a few seconds and I’ll get the other one.”

“Mmmmm…” His muffled whimper dies as he buries his head into the pillow. All I want to do is hold him and comfort him now. I slowly rock us back and forth.

“Easy does it, baby…” I whisper into his ear. Easy-” I yank the other clip off without warning.

“MMMMPHH!!!” He suddenly bucks back against me, eyes wild.

“Heh.” The nipple clamps rattle as I place them on the nightstand. “So is it easier when you expect it, or not?”

“HMMPH!!”

“Ouch. Good thing you’re gagged, I’d hate to have to punish you for foul language.”

Luke glares at me, seething.

“We can play some more later, if you’d like.”

I untie the shirt securing his gag. He struggles to push the soggy mass of cloth out with his tongue, so I reach down and help remove it.

“Uhhhh…” He smacks his lips and tongue. “Ugh.”

I begin untying him. All I want to do is kiss his dry aching mouth. With the hogtie undone, I just want to hug him from behind and fuck him senseless. Screw dinner, screw the movie! I bite my lip, watching him slowly stretch his aching limbs. He rolls his shoulders while I wipe the leather cuffs off with a clean rag.

“Water?” I offer.

“Sure,” he replies gratefully. “That gag made me parched.”

Dinner is a blur. I’m hypnotized by the way Luke’s mouth moves as he eats, and the way his eyes sparkle as we talk. I order dessert for us to share.

“Tiramisu?” His face lights up.

I nod. “You said it was your favorite.”

“Yes… I did.” He smiles as he takes a bite.

I dip my spoon in. I don’t have a big sweet tooth, but I enjoy it when I’m with Luke. My mind is made up. I’m going to ask to take our friendship to the next level. And I’m going to do that tonight.

The silky cake floods my mouth with its syrupy boozy coffee flavor. I inhale the thick dusting of cocoa powder and sugar. Right. This is one of those desserts that will try to kill you if you don’t know how to consume it correctly. Like by not breathing.

I see him chuckling to himself as I guzzle a glass of water. Trying to play it cool. But we both know I’ve been caught. Kyle, you big dope…

The movie’s sold out. So we head to the ice rink for some skating.

“This is for our butts!” Luke declares as he stands up from the bench and awkwardly marches to the edge of the rink.

“Oh yes…” I hurriedly pull on my own skates to join him. By the time I get to the edge, he’s already halfway around, warming up with some slow crossovers in the corner. I feel the heat licking up through my legs. I push away from the wall, tentatively building up speed.

I lose sight of Luke as I make a second lap. My thighs burn. I can rollerblade no problem, but somehow ice skating is just different enough to throw me off.

“Yeah that’s it! Lookin’ fine…” Luke suddenly speeds by me, glancing over his shoulder. He three-turns gracefully into skating backwards, robbing me of the view of his backside.

“Showoff!” I yell.

“Oh come on, big guy,” he winks. “I think you can catch me. If you try.” He pats his thighs as if he was calling for a dog.

My dick throbs at the flirty look he gives me. I shift my weight forward slightly, and push against the ice harder. I stumble rounding the corner, but don’t fall.

“Good recovery. You got it!” Luke calls encouragingly.

It takes a couple laps of the rink, but I finally catch up to him. He takes my hands in his, still skating backwards. Despite the cold rink, I’ve built up a sweat.

“Hey look, I think some of the hockey players are here too,” he nods toward several fit young men just taking the ice. “Look at those powerful thighs…”

“And those glutes!”

“I’d love to see those guys tied up in the locker room after their game.”

“Mmmff…” My boner returns with a vengeance. “Fuck…!”

“Some of them are pretty hot. But I already have a guy I like tying up. And he also skates…” I squeeze his hands, pulling him close.

“Oh yeah?” Luke locks eyes with me.

“Yeah. And you’ve got a better ass too…”

“Heh…” Luke blushes. I forget what I’m doing and stumble, letting go of his hands.

“Oop! Fuck…!” I instinctively flail my arms for balance.

“Power position!”

It’s too late. I crash into the wall. The impact against my hard dick makes me cum.

Fuck. Fuck!

“Ya big dope. You ok?” Luke glides up next to me.

I laugh breathlessly, still slightly stunned.

“I’m good, babe. I’m good. The wall just… Knocked a load out of my dumb hard dick.”

“Wait, WHAT!?”

“I.. Uh,” I look down with a sheepish grin.

Luke doubles over laughing too hard to even make a sound.

I shake my head, still in the afterglow. The hockey players skate by, their round glutes and solid hips swaying enticingly. They barely give us a glance.

“Grkkk…!”

Luke has crawled to the wall and is inching his way up for support. His face is red, tears reaching toward his chin, still shaking from laughter.

“You… Y-you…! HAHaaaaaagh…!” He slips back down, his butt on the ice.

I glance down to see if my accident is obvious. It isn’t. Yet. But my dick is still hard enough. I turn slightly, slowly putting my weight back on my own two feet.

“I’m gonna go clean myself up,” I say to him.

Luke nods, dismissing me with a wave of his hand. I can still hear his guffaws as I gingerly skate around the rink and off the ice.

“God damn!” I grab a fistful of paper towels and hide in a stall. “What a fucking mess…” I’d been so horny, playing with Luke, thinking about fucking him, and then those hockey players, that I’d worked up a huge load. A huge load that is now all over the inside of my trunks, down my legs. “On my shirt too!?” Fuck.

“Hey,” Luke quietly knocks on the stall. “You alright?”

“Yeah…” I blush. “Just never creamed myself like that before.”

Luke stifles a giggle. “No?”

I roll my eyes, mopping the spunk from my pubes.

“Ok,” he continues. “Well I’m going to head back out there. I guess I’ll just see you on the ice?”

“Huh? You mean…”

“We just got here, and we did pay for the late night skate which started five seconds ago.”

My dumb dick jumps right back up to its full-blown throbbing length.

“You naughty, devious boy. This is why I love you.”

“I’m the naughty one? You’re the one that just shot a load in the boards, and will skate in your cum-soaked pants all night. You pig.” I feel his smirk through the door as he steps out without another word.

Fine then. I zip my jeans back up, adjust my rigid boner, and wash my hands in the sink. I make my way back to the ice which is now lit like a rave, disco ball and all. My boxer-briefs squelch with every step, the wet sticky fabric rubbing my cock.

Luke skates up and grabs my hand.

“Remember this, boy. I am going to get you so good for this.”

It’s after midnight when I pull up to Luke’s apartment complex.

“Thanks Kyle,” Luke says. “I had another great time with you.”

“Yeah? Me too, babe,” I squeeze his shoulder. We step out of my truck to get a view of the full moon. I place my arm around his waist. “I always have a great time with you, Luke.”

“If we both didn’t work tomorrow, I’d invite you up for some more play… You know, get my punishment out of the way.”

“Punishment?” Oh right, for making me skate for three hours in my cum-soaked underwear and a boner. “Heh, you… Will just have to wait and see. Think about what it might be.”

“Mffff… That’s hot.”

“So are you…” My hand slips down to the small of his back. I lean in slightly. “Hey, Luke… I know we’ve talked about being roommates before, and I feel… Like we could be more than weekly playmates.”

“Wait a sec.” Luke steps to the side, his brows furrowed slightly in thought. “Were these… Dates? As in, date-dates? Did… Did you think we were ‘together?’”

“I was hoping so.” I suddenly wonder if I should have declared that point beforehand. “I really like you, Luke.”

Luke doesn’t blink, but he seems to relax. “I like you too, Kyle.” He smiles. I swoon.

His smile turns wistful. “Kyle, we’ve been friends for some time. I believe we could be a really good match. But there’s something you need to know before this goes any further.”

I can’t read his tone or expression, but something tells me this is serious. There’s a slight sheen in his eyes, one I’ve never seen with him before.

“Kyle… I fear that we are not sexually compatible.” He struggles with the last several words. I take his hand in mine, caressing it gently with my thumb.

“Luke, I don’t think there’s going to be any issue… Why do you say we’re not-”

“I can’t have sex.” Luke blurts uncharacteristically, his voice breaking slightly. “I… Can’t. At all…” He swallows his emotion, returning to his normal tone. His eyes seem to steel with a rational iciness.

“I’m damaged goods. I… Was sexually assaulted a bunch of times. Bad boyfriends, dates gone wrong. Whatever. That’s why I don’t… You know… I haven’t dated in years. All guys want is a good fuck and since I can’t give them that… Why bother? I know what you want, and I wish I could give myself to you that way. But… I can’t.” He spoke with an unsettlingly clinical tone.

A cold silence set in, as I’d stopped caressing his hand. My head was spinning. I open my mouth to say something comforting or reassuring, but nothing comes out.

He nods after a few long minutes, removing his hand from mine.

“It’s ok, Kyle. There isn’t anything to really say to that…”

Luke gets up and turns to leave. No, please don’t go! I want to shout. Instead I stand and grab his hand, gawking like the big dope I am. He smiles kindly, and turns again after a minute. I hold his hand firmly.

“L-Luke…” I choke out. “Don’t… I, uh… Please? We can figure something out. You’re… I just…” My brain and words fail me epically. Luke steps closer and gently pries his hand away.

“Take some time to think this over, Kyle. This relationship has to work for both of us. Why don’t we touch base in a couple weeks.” He’s calm and gentle, and I wordlessly watch him leave. I sit there in the parking lot, lost.

“Oh fuck!” I’d finally hilted. I bite my lip, fighting the urge to make this pleasure quick. My cock throbs its frustration, squeezed into the silky softness of a fleshlight.

I smile down at the pillow I imagine is him, giving slow rolling thrusts as I acclimate to the tight fit. The sweat beads on my forehead, I caress the pillow with one hand as I pant in heat. I feel the sheets dampen against my abs… I bite the pillow as I pick up the pace.

It’s like the feeling you get as the roller coaster reaches the top of the track, or the airplane starts to take off. The anticipation is almost more exciting because you know exactly what’s about to happen, but you’re not there yet. Then you get faster and faster until you outrace time itself, even if for a moment.

Faster and faster my heart pounds. Harder and harder my cock drives. I release the pillow from my teeth, only to growl in pleasure.

“FUCK! Fuck…” I don’t want to finish yet, this is too hot to handle. I squeeze the sheets, muzzling myself against the pillows. No, we’re not slowing down. We can’t now…

I clench my jaw. The sweat drips from my brow as I fuck the toy harder. So empty. I lose that edge. I can’t finish. Again.

“…Fuck.” I collapse onto the pillows, rolling off of the fleshlight. My semi-hard cock flops out of the cheap toy, unsatisfied. I toss the toy carelessly into the corner and stare blankly at the ceiling waiting to fall into a restless sleep.

I don’t care about the sex thing. All I want is Luke. I want him in my arms, sleeping next to me. Surely, there has to be a way. There just has to…

It’s Friday. I drive over to Luke’s apartment to see him for the first time in almost two weeks.

Knock knock.

Luke opens the door, looking as handsome as ever.

“Hey Kyle. It’s good to see you.” He smiles that sad wistful smile I’m still not used to seeing on him. “Come on in.”

I fidget in anticipation as he puts on some tea. Words are difficult again. “Luke, please hear me out. I want to make us work. I got an idea.”

Luke sits down across from me. He smiles politely. “Sure, I’m all ears.”

“You… Are better. I mean you deserve better than words. Which is why I want to give you actions…” I reach into my pocket for a small envelope, which I slide across the table to him. He looks at it curiously and after a moment opens it carefully. A thin silver chain falls out into his palm, a silver chain on which hangs two small keys.

“I want you to teach me to enjoy different sexual pleasures,” I explain. “With my cock out of the equation. We can keep playing like we have, just all the time. You can still move in. I… I really love you. You know I’ll take care of you, and I know you’ll take care of me too. So I thought we could give us a fighting chance.”

“Kyle, what on earth are you talking about?”

I blink. Oh right. I stand up and unzip my fly to reveal the plastic chastity cage locked over my cock. Luke gawks.

“See?” I rattle the padlock. “Pretty secure. It’s not coming off without the key!”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“No!” I say proudly. “This is temporary. Until the real cage is made. I ordered a custom steel cage that will be even better, but it takes a few months for them to make it. I didn’t want to wait that long to see you again, so I got this cheap plastic thing downtown. It’ll work until-”

“Kyle, you big dope! You big, fucking dope!” Luke shot to his feet, pacing behind his chair laughing and shaking his head incredulously. “Are you serious?”

I zip my pants back up and smile hopefully. “Are you?”

Luke turns back to me, his eyes shine with happy tears. He places the chain around his neck, holding the key to his chest, nodding his answer.

I step up and put my arms around him. I kiss the tears away. “It’s ok, babe. You know I’d never hurt you. You know I love you, right?”

I feel him nod against my chest. I hug him tightly and we stand in the kitchen for a while. The kettle for the tea begins to whistle.

“I bet you’re really pent up,” he says slyly as he flicks off the stovetop. “You wanna play?”

“I’d love to.”

I’ve been locked now for almost six months. I’m horny as all hell, but it’s alright because Luke makes sure I’m well satisfied. I tie him up almost every day now that we live together.

“Kyle, I want to try something different today.” Luke says. “Would that be ok?”

“Anything, baby,” I kiss the top of his head. “What do you want to try?”

Luke blushes. “I… It’s a surprise. For you.” He hands me a blindfold.

I hesitate for a moment before tying it over my eyes. He unbuckles my belt, unzips my jeans, and has me step out of my underwear too.

I feel a little bit nervous, not used to being blindfolded or stripped like this. He pulls the shirt over my head, careful not to dislodge the blindfold.

“Yummy man…” I feel his hands rub my pecs and biceps. I feel his lips on my nipples.

“Mmmmm…” I pull him into an embrace.

He pulls away after a moment, takes my hands and leads me out of the room.

“Right here.” He turns me slightly and I feel a wooden bar behind my knees. “There’s a chair here. Sit.”

I sit. It’s one of our kitchen chairs. I hear a short scraping sound and some soft metallic clinking. He grabs my wrist and I feel… Handcuffs! Luke handcuffs my arms behind the back of the chair!

My dick strains in its tight metal prison. I can’t help but let out a frustrated whimper.

He kisses my mouth. He grabs and fondles my full aching balls.

“MMMfff…!” I moan into his mouth. Luke wordlessly palpitates my nuts as if he’s checking produce at the supermarket. I’m aware of some clinking, and suddenly gasp when I feel the cage fall away. I am instantly hard.

Before I can even think anything, his well-lubed hand strokes my cock. I pull against the cuffs, trying to buck into his fist.

“Luke…! Ahhh, it… Feels…”

His hand caresses my cheek.

“I know, big guy,” Luke says softly. “I know.”

He strokes my shaft a few times and then stops. I’m so turned on, and so horny. I wonder how long he plans to edge me this time. I feel him straddle me, one hand on my shoulder.

“L-Luke!?”

“Shhh… Let me uh, concentrate.”

My chest heaves as I tug hard on the handcuffs. I feel him lining himself up on my dick. He’s tight, but he lowers himself down slowly. Luke is being careful. He’s taking his time with my big dick. I try not to thrust upwards, not wanting to rush him. But I’m a big horny dope, and can’t help it…

Luke removes the blindfold. His chest glistens with sweat, his dick is hard as a rock. He’s working hard to take me… I want to kiss him. I want to hug him.

“Baby…”

“Yeah Kyle, I wanted to try this with you.” He lowers himself further. “I think I’m ready.”

“You… You sure?”

Luke nods. “Yeah. Are you?”

“Oh fuck!” I’d finally hilted. I bite my lip, fighting the urge to make this pleasure quick. My cock throbs its frustration, squeezed into the silky softness of his tight ass.

He smiles down at me, giving slow rolling thrusts as we acclimate to the tight fit we are. Kissing the sweat from my forehead, he caresses my shoulder with one hand as I pant in heat. I feel his hard cock rubbing against my abs. After all this time, I’m ready for this ride. I give his sweet mouth a sensual kiss, muffling my moans with his tongue as he picks up the pace.

It’s like the feeling you get as the roller coaster reaches the top of the track, or the airplane starts to take off. The anticipation is almost more exciting because you know exactly what’s about to happen, but you’re not there yet. Then you get faster and faster until you outrace time itself, even if for a moment.

Faster and faster, my heart pounds. Harder and harder, my cock drives. I break our kiss, only to growl in pleasure.

“FUCK! Fuck…” I don’t want to finish yet, this is too hot to handle. He squeezes me to him, and I find myself muzzling myself against his neck and feeling his breath on my ear. His fingers claw desperately at my back. No, we’re not slowing down. We can’t now…

I kiss him fiercely, my balls boiling as they grind against his skin. Sweat has replaced silicone oil as the primary lube as he rides me faster. So close.

“I… Fuck! I’m gonna…” My eyes flutter as I lose control. Thrusting erratically, his hands planted firmly on my shoulders for leverage, we both finally shoot.

“Ah, ah… FUCK!!” He collapses from the intensity. We’re both shaking from the force of that full-body orgasm. I’m sure I’m going to pass out, drowning in the bliss of his embrace…

“…Fuck.” I slump in the chair, breathing heavily as he pulls himself off my lap. His face is flushed, and he gingerly walks away to clean himself up. My semi-hard cock throbs feebly in the open air, my balls feeling empty in a way I’d never felt. I pull weakly at the cuffs locking my hands behind the chair. They rattle softly.

Luke returns after a few minutes. He rubs me with a wet washcloth. I’m so wiped out from my orgasm, I just sit quietly watching him clean up our mess. He wears an almost giddy hint of a smile, his eyes darting back to mine. He locks my dick back in its cage.

“Luke,” I whisper hoarsely. “You are a really… A really good boy. Thank you for trusting me with… You.”

Luke is unlocking my cuffs.

“I love you, Luke.”

He takes my hand and helps me to my feet.

“I love you too, Kyle.”

The padlock on my cage rattles with every step back to the bedroom. I hold Luke protectively in my arms, watching him as he dozes off. I kiss his forehead and pull the sheet over his shoulder, smoothing it around him. An afternoon rain begins a soft plinking on the window as I start to fall asleep too.

“Living our dream, at last…”

The End

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  1. That was hot! One of the best short stories I’ve read in a long time. Character development, hot bondage, two kind souls – hoping there is a Kyle or Luke out there for each of us.

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