by Nicki Rowe
The door shuts with a soft click, and I strip out of my clothes, folding them neatly on the chair. I place my old Chucks under the chair and kneel in the middle of the room with my back to the door and my hands on my thighs.
The door opens again.
“Stand, Gideon,” comes the sharp, husky command.
I scramble to my feet, standing with my hands folded in front of me and my head bowed. I can only see the wooden planks of the floor and Wally’s feet as he comes to a stop in front of me. I lick my lips.
“Look at me, Gideon.”
I look up to see Wally dressed in his tight jeans and leather vest. He runs a hand over my hair then kisses me lightly. He tastes of mint, and I fight the urge to wrap myself around him like a octopus and get lost in the taste of him.
“Bend over the table.”
My legs feel like jello as I go over to the coffee table on the other side of the room. I kneel down and bend over the table with my bare ass in the air. I jerk when I feel warm hands smooth over the left cheek of my ass, followed by a light kiss, his beard tickles the back of my legs. For some reason that kiss makes my heart squeeze, it’s so tender, so intimate.
“I’m going to tie you to this table, Gideon, and then I am going to fuck you.”
“Please, Sir.” My voice is breathless and needy. Despite having called many doms Sir over the years, the word still felt unnatural on my lips, especially when using it with Wally. He’s already so much more to me than just another dom, but I don’t dare ask for more, for what I so desperately want to call him. Not yet.
“First, we’re going to get you nice and stretched.” Wally’s voice is low, hypnotic, erotic. “We’re going to plug your greedy hole.”
A breath escapes me, and I relax into the table. My hole flutters. Wally’s simmering words warm me, relax me, but light me on fire all at the same time.
There is movement behind me, but I don’t look up. I keep my cheek pressed to the wood of the table, and it’s then that I realize that I can trust him and I know he won’t hurt me.
Lube spreads over my hole, and a finger works the liquid into me. I push back, urging Wally to finger me, but he removes his hand, and it’s replaced with something plastic. I quiver.
“Bare down, Gideon.” I bear down, preparing for the stretch. The last time I wore a butt plug was months before I met Wally, back when I was playing with another dom on a semi-regular basis. I hiss in a breath as the plug stretches me, fills me. God, it feels so good. “Such a good boy, Gideon. You’re doing so well.”
A hand runs over my back, down my spine and cups my ass. Pride wells in my chest at Wally’s words. I want to be a good boy for him; all I want is to make Wally happy.
The delicious burn of my hole stretching over the plastic distracts my thoughts, and I feel Wally’s big, warm body press into my back as he inches the plug all the way in until my ass meets the flared end. Hot breath fans the nape of my neck, which is followed by a kiss.
“You’re so beautiful, Gideon.”
I look at him from the corner of my eye. He’s beautiful with his powerful chest on full display, the power that is rolling off of him in waves, and the way he’s looking down at me like I am the most amazing thing he’s ever seen in this world. My heart squeezes again. “Thank you, Wally.”
If he notices the slip, he says nothing. He pulls the plug lightly and I groan as it drags along my insides. “You make the most beautiful sounds. How you feeling?”
“Great. Thank you, Sir.”
“I’m going to gag you now. The way I am tying you, you’ll be able to knock against the table if you need me to stop, okay?”
I nod.
He stands in front of me, and I turn my head, resting my chin against the table. He kneels so we’re eye level, and his green eyes are dark, nearly emerald with lust as he runs a hand through my hair. He holds the gag to my mouth and I open readily, greedily. The red ball wedges perfectly between my teeth.
He stands and retrieves the rope, and begins to tie my ankles, winding the rope around my thighs and the legs of the table. I lose myself in the sensation of the rope pulling against my skin and I lay my cheek on the table again. Wally is quiet as he works, and I focus on the sound of his breathing, the burn of the rope, and the hot, salty smell in the air.
My dick is already hard, and I ache to touch it, to touch Wally. But he’s tying my wrists now. He ties them above my head so that they are secured to the legs of the table, but I can still move my hands if need be, and then Wally ties my torso to the table, and steps back.
I look up at him, shooting him a questioning look. Why did you stop?
“You look so beautiful like this. I want to capture this moment.”
My brow knits, and my heart pounds. I pull against the rope. I may trust Wally, but I’m not ready for him to start taking such vulnerable pictures of me. A protesting noise claws up my throat.
“Don’t worry, Gideon. I’m not going to. I’m making a mental image, something I can store away for later.”
I relax and moan. It’s a begging moan full of want, need. As in I need wally to fuck me. Now.
“All in time, Boy.”
That’s the first time he’s called me that. My eyebrows shoot up and my cock swells even more, it’s leaking on the floor.
“You like that?” He smiles. “I want to touch you, to explore your body the way I wasn’t able to the last time. I want to lick you from head to toe, taste your salty skin on my tongue.”
I hump against the table as his words paint vivid pictures in my mind. I need the friction. I’m desperate for him to touch me, to lick me, to fuck me. I moan again, a pleading noise comes out from around the gag, and I beg him with my eyes to make good on those promises.
“So impatient,” He teases as he begins to strip. I stop my humping to marvel at the large, exquisite body being revealed to me. His tattooed hand comes up, playing with his own nipple, pinching the small nub and twisting it. I moan for a third time which makes him smirk. “My impatient Boy.”
I whimper at the word.
Wally reaches out a hand and strokes a finger down my arm, heat and goosebumps dance up my skin wherever Wally’s touches. His fingers roam all over me, until he reaches my ass, and he squeezes a handful of muscle.
As desperate as I was for Wally to be inside of me, this is what I loved. I love the moments before and after where he’s touching me, when I feel his warm skin against mine. When I feel his nails scrape over my flesh like the way they were going down my legs now. I writhe under his touch, seeking for more. I need him to touch me everywhere.
Wally’s hands disappear, and he stands back several feet. I look up at him, furious that he’s no longer touching me, but eager for him to get this show on the road. I whimper again. Wally’s hands go to the hem of his boxers and he slides them down his tree-trunk legs. His large cock stands at attention, leaking pre-cum on to the floor. The shaft is pierced with five barbells, all lined in a row. I ache to touch it, to stroke it, to lick it and suck it. But more than all of that, I ache to feel it inside of me, filling me up.
I whimper again. Please. Please, fuck me.
“My beautiful, impatient Boy,” he says as his large hand wraps around his shaft and pumps. “You’re greedy for this, aren’t you?”
I nod shamelessly. I want it more than anything.
He continues to stroke himself. “Maybe I won’t fuck you tonight. Maybe I’ll just make you watch me cum.”
I groan out a loud, unintelligible ‘NO!’ and pull against my restraints. Please. Please. Please.
He smiles and comes closer, running a hand through my hair. “Relax, Boy.”
I look up at him, begging him not to jerk himself to completion. Haven’t I been a good Boy?
He walks out of my line of sight, and I lay there, hard and dripping, arms and legs bound, gagged. I try desperately not to hump the table, but I want nothing more than to find release.
When Wally returns he stands behind me, runni
ng a hand over the backs of my thighs. The sound of ripping foil meets my ears, and I clench my fists in anticipation. Oh, God, please.
Wally tugs lightly on the plug, eliciting a low moan from me, and I hear him chuckle as he pumps the plug in and out of me, driving me even more crazy than I already am. He pulls the plug again, and it pops free with a low squelching sound.
“So beautiful.”
Fingers enter my lubed hole, working the wetness deeper and deeper. A digit presses against my prostate, causing me to arch back, seeking more of that finger. Some sound escapes me, muffled by the gag.
The finger disappears, and a sheathed cock presses against my stretched entrance, easily passing through the ring of muscle. I moan again, trying to push back against Wally, but the restraints around my toso keep me in place. Wally enters slowly….so fucking slowly.
I make a noise of protest. Go faster.
He ignores me, continuing that same unhurried pace. His left hand is gripping my hip, and his right is sliding up and down my spine, causing tingles to chase after it. Finally, he’s all the way in, his large cock filling me all the way up. I sink against the table, finally feeling whole and right.
He begins to move, pumping in and out of me with that same slow torture he entered me with. A hand wraps around my leaking cock, and I nearly jolt at the contact with my over sensitive flesh. He pumps me three times before the hand disappears.
“Let’s see if you can cum without me touching you,” he whispers in my ear.
I accept the challenge, I am already so close. My fists clench the legs of the table, my nails biting into the wood. Wally rides me slow, like he has all the time in the world. He adjusts his stance so he pegs my prostate, making it easier on me to cum hands free. His ragged breath fills the room along with the smell of sex. I whimper and moan, my own breath coming out sharp through my open mouth and nose.
It’s not long before I feel that tingle at the base of my spine and my balls draw up tight.
“I’m gonna cum,” Wally breathes out, his grip on me tightening.
Seconds later, I feel the condom filling and there’s a loud roar behind me. I immediately follow, my cum spilling onto the floor beneath me, leaving a white sticky mess on the wooden planks. His body sinks on top of me.
We lay like that for a few moments, gathering ourselves and me reveling in the hot pressure of Wally on me, making me feel safe and warm. He reaches up and removes the gag from my mouth, and I work my jaw to get feeling back into the muscles.
“Thank you, Sir. That was amazing.”
A kiss lands between my shoulder blades. “You did so well, my beautiful Boy. Let’s get you untied.”
Wally slides free from me, and discards the condom into the trash can near the chest of drawers. He starts undoing the knots on the rope, but even when the ropes fall free I don’t move. My body feels heavy and lethargic. I feel free and weightless.
Wally scoops me up, which normally I am opposed to being carried like a child, but I doubt I have the ability to move without his help. He lays me on the bed and wraps me in his arms, soothing a hand over my hair and my back. “You did so well, my beautiful Boy,” he says again.
I’m too blissed out to respond. I nuzzle deeper into Wally and promptly fall asleep.
~*~
When I wake, the sun is beginning to peek through the crack of the black curtains over the window in the playroom. The bed next to me is empty, but still warm from Wally’s body. I stand and stretch, smiling at the soreness in my ass and the still loose feeling in my muscles. I pull on my boxers and pants, and make my way out into the main part of the house where I find Wally in the kitchen, frying eggs and bacon in the skillet. Chopped banana is sitting on the cutting board to his left, and he pops a piece into his mouth.
“Morning, Wally.”
He turns, a huge smile spread across his face, which makes me smile in turn. “Morning, Gideon. Sit. I’m making breakfast.” I sit at the table where two cups of coffee and orange juice had been set. “I wasn’t sure if you were a coffee person.”
“Yes,” I reply, taking one of the cups. “I am not human until I have at least drank the entire pot.”
He laughs. “I’m the same way. Doris never liked coffee.” His voice turns sad.
I watch him, wanting to smooth out the furrow between his brows with my fingers. “What did she like?”
“Tea. She always drank mint tea in the morning and chamomile at night.”
There’s a difference in Wally when he talks about Doris. Besides the sadness, there’s this look in his eyes, like an all encompassing love. It’s a look so deep and so pure, it nearly takes my breath away.
“I’m sorry I keep bringing her up.”
I shake my head. “You loved her, of course you should talk about her. I love hearing about her. She sounds amazing.”
He brings over a plate for me, and I look down at the white scramble and the two pieces of turkey bacon, along with a large portion of banana and strawberry.
“Egg whites?” I question, picking up my fork and digging in. “We used to eat like this for soccer season...well, there was more meat, but coach wanted us to be healthy.”
“Yeah,” he says, sitting next to me. “Sam says I have to watch what I eat.”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “Really, dude? You’re in better shape than I am.”
He grumbles. “I hate when you call me dude.”
His put out expression makes me chuckle as I bite off a piece of bacon. “Why?”
He remains quiet, and I don’t press for more information, even though I am beyond curious.
“How are you feeling this morning, Gideon?”
I smile. “Great. Awesome. Totally amazing.”
He chuckles and places a hand on top of mine on the table. It’s warm and heavy. I turn my hand so that I can hold his. “Good.”
We eat in silence for a few moments. It’s a comfortable silence, the type I would have with Alex or Anthony, where neither of us feel like we need to fill the void with words.
After breakfast I help him with dishes.
“I have to be at the bar soon,” he says, drying the last cup, his voice full of longing. “I wish I didn’t have to work today.”
“I have to head to the clinic,” I say, pulling my shirt over my head. “I’ll call you?”
He smiles. “You better.”
Wally pulls me to him, devouring my mouth in a kiss that tastes of bacon and coffee. I drown in him, never wanting to come up for air. I pull back, remembering I am already running late for work. I’m breathless as I reach for the door handle.
“See ya later, Wally.”
“Bye, Gideon.”
I throw a peace sign over my shoulder, just because I know it will piss him off, and head out the door. My phone vibrates with an incoming text as I start my jeep.
I also hate when you do that.
I think peace signs and calling me dude should result in punishments.
I grin down at my phone, my fingers work quickly over the screen.
Promises. Promises.
Chapter 11: Wally
I walk into work to find my employees--my family, really--already setting up the bar and the glasses for the when we open in a few hours. Lacey smiles as I walk to the back, and I lean over the bartop to kiss her cheek.
“You’re looking better, Pops.”
Sam comes around the corner carrying a case full of bottled beer as Lacey speaks. He makes a face. “Is this thing between you and Gideon an actual thing? Cause gross.”
I flip him off. “Mind your business, son. I don’t give you shit for the men you sleep with.”
His face becomes even more scrunched. “Thank God for that.”
My children collapse into a fit of laughter, and I shake my head at them. “Vultures. Lacey, don’t encourage your brother. Shouldn’t you be at the music store?” I ask Sam. “Don’t you work today?”
“Not until later.”
I nod and go back to the
office where I find Cason kneeling in front of the safe with a calculator and the deposit. He looks up as I come in, running a hand over his shaved head.
“Hey, man. I was wondering when you were going to get here.”
I sink into the worn leather desk chair and lean back, closing my eyes. I listen to Cason count the money before I get started on the paperwork that we needed to get done before we open.
“So, how are things going with the whippersnapper?”
I crane my neck to look at Cason, wrinkling my nose. “Whippersnapper? Fuck off, Case.”
He laughs. “Well?”
“Good. I really like spending time with him. Last night was amazing, and this morning was….I don’t know….it’s been a long time since I have woken up to someone in my bed. I’ve missed that.”
He sits back, studying me, his broad face serious and thoughtful. “Maybe it’s time to get back out there. You’ve been fucking plenty since Doris….maybe it’s time to find something serious.”
I look at him, and he rubs a hand over his nearly bald head again. “Maybe you have a point,” I concede. “What about you, Case? It’s been awhile since Leo. Have you gone to any munches or dungeons since we talked at the beach? When’s the last time you were at ALTO?”
He shakes his head. “I’m afraid I am going to see Leo.” His mouth twists into a severe frown. “I can’t see him, Wal. I just can’t.”
I nod, feeling horrible for him. He had been so in love with his former sub, and Leo had fucked him over, leaving Cason broken and unable to trust people again.
He stands and stretches out his prosthetic. “I really think you should take Gideon out. I think he would be good for you.”
“You really think so?”
He chuckles and pats me on the back. “Man, I haven’t seen you smile like this in a long time. You’re glowing like a pregnant lady.”
I roll my eyes and shove him. “Thank you for that. Now go make sure the kids are behaving.”
He laughs as he heads out of the office. “Yes, dear.”
I sit back in the chair as the door closes behind Cason and consider his words. Was it time for me to try something serious again? It’s been seven years, and I loved hanging out with Gideon. There’s something about him that connects with me. I haven’t felt anything like it since I had met Doris. And what did that mean that I felt that same electric feeling whenever Gideon and I were together?
