WARNING: This is GBLT/LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender) themed fiction with explicit contents that is NOT appropriate for minors.
Beta'ed by awesome diluain.
Silence.
Darkness.
Logan closed his eyes for a moment, his eyelashes bruising against the velvet blindfold covering his eyes.
A breeze caressed his body, made the hair on his legs and arms stand up.
He shifted; his body was stretched out, tied up. He tensed his arms, but couldn’t move them, not even an inch. His widely spread legs were tied too, the binding at the ankles heavy, and the chain rattled as he tried to pull them together.
Then the feelings in the lower half of his body dominated all of his senses. The tension, the fullness of being stretched.
He blinked, his whole body tensed. He started to move, trying to get out of the bonds that held him.
He was aroused and despite the fear that twisted his insides, the erection didn’t subside. This was wrong. This was wrong. This was wrong.
What should he do?
“Calm down.” A familiar voice sounded from his left. “Nobody is going to hurt you.”
“Who’s there?” Logan turned his head to listen.
Steps drew near and a warm hand pressed against Logan’s forehead. “And I’m not going to do anything that you don’t want me to do.”
Who was he? Was he alone? Were there other people, too? Were they watching him, enjoying seeing him stretched before them? Were they getting off on having him at their mercy with his rigid cock and filled hole, helpless to do anything about it? “What’s... what’s going on?”
“It’s your birthday today.” The hand caressed Logan’s forehead and his cheeks. “This is your birthday present.”
“I don’t want it.” He lifted his head and strained his neck, wanting to see beyond the velvet black on his eyes. “Release me. Please, release me.”
“Are you certain?” The hand slid lower, the fingers caressed his neck then slid lower on his chest. “As I heard it, you have this fantasy in which you are tied up, blindfolded and gagged.” The fingers rubbed Logan’s nipples, first one and then another.” And then you are fucked by an unknown man -- or men -- over and over, until you can’t take it anymore.”
“No, I fuck-” he gasped because something cold pinched his nipples. It made them erect and hot.
“What did you say?” The warm breath caressed his cheek.
Logan took a deep breath, the odor of the man drifting into his nostrils. It was L’Homme, the same brand that his lover, Nick, used and his cock jumped and became harder. “I’m not fucked, I fuck.”
“Oh, that’s not the way I heard it.” The slick hand touched Logan’s cock and curled around it, then started to slide up and down.
Logan’s head fell back and he arched his body into the touch. It felt good. So good. Then a slight shiver started to shake his hole, stronger and stronger and the buzzing sound told him that it was the vibrator that filled his insides.
Because of the darkness that surrounded him, his senses seemed heightened and he could feel the trembling of the vibrator shaking his slippery walls and the ruggedness of the palm that pumped him. He wanted to rock his hips, to get the fullness deeper; he wanted it vibrating against ‘that’ spot. That sweet, sweet spot. He arched his body, he shoved himself into that gelled fist.
“Are you still certain you don’t want to be fucked?” The fingers caressed him up and down before they withdrew.
“No.” Logan wanted that hand back. “What?”
“I thought so.” The voice sounded from above Logan.
The chain rattled and his legs and arms weren’t stretched anymore, instead the hands pushed his legs toward his body, bending his knees, then pushed his arms beside his body.
“No. I didn’t mean that.” Logan stammered out. “No. What are you doing?”
“Preparing you.”
The hands pushed Logan's arms under his body, his wrist under his butt, while the pressure on his bent legs arched his body and lifted his ass of the ground, the movement shoving the plastic deeper inside him. It hit his pleasure spot, enlarging the arch of his back.
Logan moaned. He moaned when he should have been screaming for help. He tensed his jaw.
Something rattled and the hands on his arms and legs withdrew, but the pressure stayed.
Logan shifted; when he moved his right wrist, something pulled on his right ankle. He had his arms tied up with his legs. He wanted to complain, to scream his outrage, but all he could do was gasp and groan.
The palms pressed against the inside of his thighs, pushing them farther apart and warm skin touched his groin. Heat radiated from the body between his legs and he imagined he could see it. A toned chest and abs, the skin glistening in the candle light, not that he could smell any smoke or wax. And he could see in his mind his rigid cock begging for touch, weeping with the need that burned in the pit of his stomach.
The buzz stopped and the vibrator was slowly pulled out, replaced by two warm fingers that started to massage the slick walls of his passage, getting deeper and deeper with each caress.
Logan, biting his lips, moved his ass, squeezed his muscles. He had bottomed in his life quite a few times and knew the pleasure of it. And even though he’d said that he wanted to fuck - actually, that he wanted to be set free, and he had thrashed and panicked not a minute ago, but those fingers, those amazing fingers... They made him feel hot, so hot – he was burning- and he wished nothing more than to feel the stranger’s dick moving inside him.
Since the blindfold gave him the freedom to put any face on the stranger’s, to imagine anything that his heart desired, he didn’t care how the stranger looked or that he would probably never see him again. The only thing that mattered was that the promises of that raspy voice, so similar to Nick’s, were fulfilled.
“Are you ready?”
Logan swallowed and nodded, in his mind seeing a man with short red hair gelled into a fauxhawk and a lip ring decorating his always smirking lips. Nick.
The fingers withdrew and something blunt pressed at his entrance and then slid in. The wicked hardness caressed his inside, until the balls touched his ass.
Logan released the breath he didn’t know he was holding in a long moan, the fullness inside him almost overwhelming. His fingers curled and stretched; he needed to hold onto something.
Fingers slid between Logan’s and he grabbed them, while a mouth descended on his and a greedy tongue slipped between his lips, entangling him in ravenous bliss, while the hardness inside him moved, partly sliding out and pushing back in.
Logan’s eyelids fluttered closed and he let himself drown in pleasure, in the rigid flesh grinding in and out of his clenching hole, in the thrusts that with every move of the hips between Logan’s legs grew deeper and faster.
The mouth ravishing his ended the kiss and he could feel a smile against his lips before it moved, trailing hot kisses over his cheek and chin, the hands still holding his.
Logan was a mess, every plunge impaling him on the thick cock raising his body temperature, shoving the tension building in his balls higher until he was dangling at the edge, but not able to jump into the abyss of bliss. His flesh straining against the rubber band wrapped around its root and his sack, his body arching, the sweat dampening his temple, his chest, his back, he begged and begged and begged.
The fingers laced with his withdrew and the tongue started to dance and play on his chest, the hands slid over his sides, then suddenly the fullness withdrew completely from him and he could only sob in response. The chains rattled, he was flipped onto his belly, the tension between his arms and legs disappeared and he was pushed up on his knees, his ass high in the air, while his arms were forward, flat against the padded surface.
Logan’s legs were pushed apart and the hardness filled him again, pounding into him, pushing him forward with each thrust, the bulbous head unrelentingly skating against his prostate. Then an arm wrapped around his leg and his poor, neglected erection was engulfed in warmth. His toes curled, his eyes rolling back, he was begging for more, for more of this sinful ecstasy.
More.
More.
More. Oh, god, Nick, more.
He needed more, so much more. He buried his head in the inside of his stretched arm, his muscles clenched around the fullness and the warmth washed over his body in waves, his limbs shaking.
“A prostate orgasm.” The man behind him chuckled and the lips touched the base of Logan’s spine. The owner of the voice pulled his thick shaft completely out of Logan’s fluttering hole, just to shove it back in, fucking him even harder, plunging into him deeper, ruthlessly jabbing his sweet spot.
Logan’s legs trembled not just from prolonging his orgasm but from the strain of floating so near release, but not reaching it; grunting and moaning, he wasn’t able to form anything comprehensible, not even to beg.
Then the rubber pressing around him, keeping him away from the ecstasy that preyed on him around the corner, was removed, the rod inside pulling almost out then furiously impaling him to its thick root, over and over again.
Sharp bolts of pleasure travelled down Logan’s spine, his eyes rolled back and his toes curled, and he while the unyielding cock was still working his ass, the darkness that ruled his vision embraced his mind.
#
A slap.
A burning pain.
“Hey, hun, wake up.”
Logan blinked, he peeked under his layered brown hair and saw a pair of green eyes staring at him. He smiled. “Nick.” His eyes caressed the narrow, resolute face under the fauxhawk.
“How was it for my first try?” The plum mouth curved and pressed a soft kiss on Logan’s forehead.
Logan stretched. Pain shot through his body but a contented smile played on his face. It was better than he had expected. Much, much better. He reached out, his palm curled around Nick’s face. “It was awesome. You gave me the perfect gift for my birthday.”
“You want another round, don’t you?”
Oh, yes, Logan nodded. He did want another round, not right away, but soon. His thumb stroked the corner of Nick’s mouth. As soon as he had met Nick, he had been drawn to the hot redhead, his hidden submissive side had felt the master in Nick. Even though Nick hadn’t ventured into the BDSM scene, the seed of the Domino was there -- Logan could feel it every time the redhead touched him and pressed him against any available flat surface -- just waiting for the right Submissive to wake it up, just waiting for Logan to pull it out into the open.
Nick lay down on the futon beside Logan, wrapped his arm around Logan’s waist and pulled him closer. “You were great. The way you gave me control over your body and senses – so erotic. Just remembering makes me hard again, but you are probably tired...”
“And sore.”
“I can imagine, I was too rough.” Nick pressed a quick peck on Logan’s temple.
“You were fine. I like rough.” Logan said.
“That’s good to hear, that means that in the next session we could add a little spanking.”
“Oh, “ Logan turned in Nick’s harms. He knew that once Nick had had a taste of it, he wouldn’t be able to stop, but he couldn’t help asking anyway, “Does that mean that this is going to be more than a one-time thing?”
“You bet.” Nick mischievously grinned at Logan.
The end