by Sean Michael
“A toy? Like a game?”
“A toy like a sex aid.” Rec grinned and it was wolfish, all teeth and wickedness. “You want me to tell you or do you want to be surprised?”
A sex aid….
“I want you to tell me.” He didn’t know what to think, but the expression on Rec’s face was eager.
“It’s a sling. It’ll hold you so that you aren’t having any aches or pains at all, and I can adjust the height, so it’s perfect for both of us. You’ll be pleasantly surprised at how comfortable you’ll feel in it.”
“A sling?” He shook his head, confused. “You’ll have to show me.”
“I will. You’re going to love it, trust me.” Rec stood and went behind his chair, hands coming down on the handles. “May I?”
“Yes. Thanks.” It meant a ton to be asked.
Rec pushed him back onto the path and toward Rec’s place. It was a gorgeous day, and he was glad they’d gotten out into it, but he had to admit he was happy to be going back to Rec’s. The man was an addiction.
“Why did you decide to become a trainer, Rec?”
“I ran out of money for university, and doing personal training seemed to fit my skills and was a way to make money—I did two years of sports therapy, and I liked it enough that I decided to stick with it instead of finishing school.”
“Very cool. I never went.” He was sort of… just a dude that could throw himself off a building.
“I’m not sure they’ve got schools for stuntmening. Is that a word?” Rec laughed at himself. “So what movies have you worked on?”
He rattled off a few. He’d only done a couple of high-budget movies, but he’d worked in Vancouver and in Los Angeles a number of times.
“Oh cool! Have you watched them? I was thinking we could, and I’ll see if I can figure out what parts you did. Or is that weird? Is it strange to watch yourself?” They turned onto Rec’s block.
“You can’t tell it’s me. I’m just a body doing a trick.”
“Oh. I mean even if you know what you’re looking for? That’s kind of disappointing.”
“I mean, I know, but part of the job is to make it unnoticeable, right?”
“Yeah, I guess. But if you’re the one I want to see, it’s no fun that you can’t tell.” Rec dropped a kiss on the top of his head.
“I bet you can tell.”
“I’d love to try. I like to think I’m getting to be an expert on your body.” Rec opened the front door to his building and Barclay rolled himself in. It was considerably cooler in the lobby. They went to the elevator, and Rec pushed the button.
“I do love your elevator, Rec.”
“It rocks, doesn’t it? When I bought the place, I figured I could take the stairs for exercise, but I’ll tell you what—I adored this thing with every box, every piece of furniture, when I moved in. And if I’ve got groceries—yay, elevator. If I had a long day at work—yay elevator.”
Barclay began to laugh, the sound starting soft and then growing.
“You’ve got a great laugh, B. You should use it more often.”
Funnily enough, he’d laughed more in the last few days with Rec than he had since he’d been hurt. “I agree. It feels so good to just be happy for a minute.”
“Gonna try and make it longer than a minute. You deserve more.”
The elevator dinged and Rec pushed him in.
Even though it was only the second time he’d been here, it was beginning to be familiar. He liked that. He hoped it didn’t wind up biting him in the ass, but he liked it.
The elevator didn’t take long to deliver them to Rec’s floor. The carpet along the floor didn’t impede the running of his chair’s wheels at all.
He loved the way it smelled in Rec’s apartment—totally rich and spicy and Rec all the way.
“You need a glass of water or anything before we get distracted by the sex sling set up in my bedroom?” Rec asked him.
“No. No, I’m okay…. There’s really a sex sling?”
“There is really a sex sling. I’m going to put you in it and fuck you until you scream for me.” Rec sounded absolutely serious.
“I… is it safe?” What if he fell? Could he fall?
“Absolutely safe. You’ll be strapped in. The leather will smell amazing. Especially when it mingles with the scent of sex.”
He didn’t know, but he was going to try it. He never backed away from a new sensation.
“I love that look of determination you get once you’ve set your mind on something.” Rec helped him stand and supported him along the hall to the bedroom.
“Do you? Do I?” Really?
“Yeah. It’s pretty cool. It’s how I know you’re going to get better and get back to work.”
“I am. I only have so many talents.”
“Don’t sell yourself short.” Rec pointed to a contraption hanging from the ceiling. “Ta-da!”
“Wow….” That was…. Wow.
“I know it looks intimidating, but it’s pretty easy. You’ll see. All you have to do is trust me.”
“I do.” How would this work? Seriously?
“You’re going to have to stand for a moment on your own. You think you’re up to that?”
“You’ll be right here? In case?”
“I’m not going anywhere. I need to get you into the sling after all.”
“Okay.” He nodded and trusted—standing on shaky legs.
“I’m going to strip you first. I’ll be quick.” Rec suited actions to words, quickly divesting him of his clothing.
He panted, Rec like a whirlwind around him.
Once he was naked, Rec began tilting him backward. “Stay stiff. I’ll make sure the sling catches you.”
He tried not to panic, but he did. This was scary.
“Easy. I’ve got you, and I won’t let you fall, even if the sling does.” As Rec spoke, Barclay felt the touch of leather against his back.
“I—I—okay….” Breathe. Breathe. “I can’t fall again.”
“Nobody is falling.” Rec stroked his spine, and then Barclay felt the leather against him again, it and Rec supporting him as he became horizontal. “Believe in me, baby. I will never let you down.”
Tears leaped to his eyes, but he was caught, was breathing.
“There, see? You’re not going to fall.” Rec wrapped straps around his arms and his legs, binding him in the sling.
“This is weird.” But he was okay.
“Does it feel like you’re floating?” Rec asked, fingers sliding on his skin.
“Uh-huh. A little. I’m okay?”
“You’re totally fine. Look.” Rec grabbed the chains that hung from the ceiling and tugged on them. “It’s not going anywhere. All you have to do is lie back and enjoy it. Anything starts to hurt, you let me know and we’ll adjust stuff.”
“This is…. I’ve never thought…. Wow.”
“I hope that’s a good wow,” Rec murmured, letting go of the chains and moving to stroke Barclay’s skin.
“An overwhelmed wow. This is very new.” He was beginning to relax, though, and remember how to breathe.
“It’ll be very good,” Rec promised, moving him slowly in the swing, hands remaining on him. “Rest your head back, baby. Relax. Breathe.”
Right. Breathe.
“You can take as long as you need to acclimatize. I’m just going to touch you.” Rec plucked gently at his nipples.
It was strange to be up here, relaxed, comfortable.
Rec began to drop kisses on his face, lips open and warm, hot. He moaned softly, tongue sliding against his own lips as he chased those kisses. They continued to elude him, Rec’s kisses dancing merrily on his skin.
“There you go. You’re here with me now.”
“Yes.” He was. He was here.
“Good.” Rec’s lips finally landed on his and stayed, the kiss soft and steady, long. Suddenly he was floating, relaxed, and he melted in the straps.
The kiss went on and on, Rec�
�s tongue sliding into his mouth to tangle with his own. He felt that touch all the way to his balls, his body tightening.
Rec’s fingers were warm, almost soft against his sac, holding him gently. Rec rubbed his thumb against the base of Barclay’s cock, back and forth.
His breath sped, his heart rate zooming.
Rec ended the kiss, lips sliding along his face. Soft kisses landed next to his cheek, and he turned to join their mouths. Rec smiled as their mouths met again, the kiss lopsided, and the sling swung, moving him in the air.
He gasped, but he didn’t fall. He was well held. The swing kept moving, the feeling of floating increasing with it. He could feel the air touching him.
Then Rec began to touch him as well, stroking his ass, his belly, his shoulder.
“Are you flying, B?”
“I think so. This is… it’s so new.”
“Yeah. You should enjoy the newness of it while it’s still new. And I’m right here—I’m not going anywhere.”
He closed his eyes, trying to comprehend this, understand what he was experiencing.
“Is everything comfortable? There’s no reason for you to be hurting at all in this thing.”
“Yes. This is… it’s easy. It feels good.”
“Excellent. That was the idea. I figured it would be ideal. Can you smell the leather? Is it sexy?”
He took a deep breath, focused. “I can! I hadn’t noticed before.”
Rec grinned, fingers dancing over his skin. “It’s a feast for all your senses—not just touch.”
“I can’t touch. I can only feel.”
“Well, feeling is the same sense as touch. I like that you keep me on my toes.”
Who had said that to him? Ever.
Rec began to kiss him, leaving little busses all over his body, beginning with his shoulders. His nipples drew up, a dull ache starting.
“Mmm… these are calling to me.” Rec dropped a really short kiss on his right nipple, then blew on the left.
“Are they?” Oh, that felt good.
“They really are.” Rec flipped his tongue back and forth across each hard bit of flesh.
Barclay moaned as electricity shot through him.
“Loudly. Begging me to do this.” Rec licked both nipples. “And this.” Rec sucked each one for a scant moment.
Barclay gritted his teeth and wanted to scream.
“I like to hear what you’re feeling,” Rec told him.
“What does that mean?” He didn’t understand.
“You’re grinding your teeth, and that makes me think you’re holding back a moan or something. You don’t have to do that—in fact, I don’t want you to. I want to hear every sound my touches and kisses and making love to you brings out of you. No matter what it is.”
“I don’t want to embarrass myself.”
“You think your sounds are going to be embarrassing? Did someone say something to you at some point? Because me? I love sex noises. I mean love them. They turn me on. They tell me I’m on the right track or that I’m not. They’re all good to me.” Even as he spoke, Rec continued to touch him, to make him shiver with pleasure.
“They do?” He got that. Rec’s words turned him on in the best way.
“Absolutely.” Rec kissed his belly button, licked his tongue through it.
A laugh exploded out of him, surprising the hell out of him. Rec laughed with him.
“God, I love that sound. I really do.”
“That tickled.” And it made him shudder.
“How about this?” Rec leaned back in and, right next to his navel, pressed his lips hard and blew, making a long, loud noise.
He tried to curl in, but he couldn’t. It wouldn’t work. Rec laughed and blew again. Then the touches turned to long licks, Rec sucking along his skin.
“Oh. Oh that…. Thank you.”
As a reply, Rec hummed, the sound sending vibrations running up along Barclay’s skin, making it tingle. The wet lines left behind turned cold, leaving him shivering.
He shivered for a different reason when Rec bit at his hip, mouth hot, teeth sharp. “Please!” The word tore from him.
“Please what?” Rec asked, rubbing his cheek along Barclay’s cock.
“Can you do that again?”
“I most certainly can.” Rec bit at his hip again, then dragged his teeth along Barclay’s skin.
He curled his toes, his fingers becoming fists.
“You going to vocalize how it makes you feel?” Rec bit his other hip.
“I—” He didn’t know.
“Just don’t hold back, okay?” Rec bit one more time, then did that teeth-scraping thing again, making his whole body tingle.
A bite to his nipple made him cry out; the hand nudging his balls made him grunt. Rec touched him all over, but none of the touches were the same: pinches and bites, licks, strokes. One thing that did stay the same—he had Rec’s entire focus.
He twisted in the straps, unable to get away.
“Your belly is beautiful when you move like that.” Rec pressed his hand against Barclay’s stomach. “Such a strong core.”
Heat flooded him, and he sort of wanted to cry with the praise.
Rec kissed his belly, sucking and licking. Was he going to leave bruises?
He didn’t care. Rec could do anything, everything, to him.
Like Rec had heard him, the suction increased, pulling at his skin. He felt each tug in his balls.
He let himself cry out, once, twice, over and over. Rec moaned whenever he did and worked harder to get him to make more noises. Finally he stopped worrying and simply felt, letting himself go.
Rec seemed to know, and his explorations slowed, became more deliberate.
He swung back and forth, swaying nice and slowly as he waited for Rec to do the next thing.
Rec mouthed his wrist, warm lips tickling, making him squirm as best he could.
“That tingles all the way up.”
“That’s a good thing.” Rec nibbled some more, then began to kiss his way up to the inside of his elbow.
“Uh-huh….” It was. It was a magical thing.
Rec lingered on the sensitive flesh there, licking and nuzzling against it. The barest hint of whiskers brushed him as Rec rubbed a cheek along the inside of his arm.
“This is… it’s something else.”
He felt Rec’s smile against his skin. “I knew you’d enjoy it.”
He’d never had a lover who was so thoughtful. Hell, he hadn’t had a lot of lovers, just a lot of fuck buddies.
Rec stepped away a moment but was back before he could even form any sort of protest to throw a light blanket over Barclay’s torso. Then Rec kissed his right ankle, lips soft but not so soft that it tickled.
He didn’t know what to think. He didn’t know what Rec was planning.
It turned out it was more of the same—slow, warm kisses and firmer nibbles from his ankles all the way up past his knees. Rec’s lips sent tingles along his legs and hips that continued into his balls.
He began to shake as his muscles fought the need to relax, to give in. Rec stroked his legs in long sweeps from bottom to top.
“Easy now—trust the sling. It’ll support you.”
“I’m trying. I am. I’m sorry.” He couldn’t stop.
“You don’t have to keep apologizing.” Rec ran his hands along the inside of Barclay’s legs again, then spread them wider and kissed his inner thigh, right up near where it met the rest of his body.
He whimpered softly, his eyes crossing.
Rec made him crazy using lips and tongue and teeth. There were places he was sure Rec was drawing up marks and others where the touches were so light he couldn’t be sure he’d actually felt them.
It was wonderful and crazy-making all at once.
Rec’s cheek nudged his balls, the touch gentle but startling, and he struggled to spread.
“You don’t have to do anything but lie there, B. I’ve got this.” Rec stood and spread his le
gs, then adjusted something on the straps of the sling, and suddenly his legs were being supported at that width.
He gasped, the motion a little wild, a lot wonderful. “Whoa.”
Rec stood again and smiled down at him. “And look—you’re now at the perfect height for me to fuck you.” Rec moved the swing, sending him away, then bringing him back in again over and over.
He tensed, making sure it would hold, but it looked like it was going to.
“It’s safe—you’re good.” Rec slid his hands to Barclay’s ass, cupping his naked flesh. Both thumbs rubbed his crack and pressed against his hole like a promise.
His eyelids went heavy; his lips parted.
Rec’s fingers disappeared for a moment, then came back to slide along his hole, slick with lube. God, it felt good, necessary.
“Sweet hungry hole,” Rec moaned. Rec kept saying things that made him feel so good, like he was sexy, special.
Rec fingerfucked him, gliding easily in and out, Barclay’s body gripping Rec’s finger, encouraging it to stay in.
“Gotta get you open for me. Spread you wide so you can take my cock. You fit perfectly around me. Can you feel it?”
He whimpered, nodded. “I can. I… I feel spread wide.”
“You are.” Rec crooked his finger inside Barclay and hit that special spot. His whole body lit up, and he moaned, his hole clenching.
Rec pushed a second finger in with the first, stretching him wider. It was going to take Rec all day to get him open at this rate.
Somehow he didn’t think Rec would be too worried, too disappointed about that fact.
Rec spread both fingers wide, then shoved them deep, hitting his gland and making his whole body sing. “Mmm… there you are.”
Barclay tried to lift his head and focus.
“Just relax, B. I’ve got this. I’ve got you.” Rec hit his gland a few more times.
“Oh Jesus! Fuck!”
“Soon as you’re good and open. I’m not going to leave you hanging, you know that.” Rec pushed in a third finger, and it was a good stretch, opening him. The burn was perfect. “From here I can fuck you, press my thumbs in alongside and stretch you wide.”
“Oh God.” He’d never asked for that before, never thought to want it, but now suddenly, he did. He really did.
