by Sean Michael
Blindfolded for Love
A Nailz Tale
Sean Michael
Contents
Blindfolded for Love
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
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Blindfolded for Love: A Nailz story
Copyright 2020 by Sean Michael
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ISBN: 978-1-77423-054-1
First electronic edition February 2020
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Blindfolded for Love
Will it take a blindfold to help two longtime friends see what’s right in front of them?
Jared Durant and Dorian Fitzhugh have been friends since their university days. Busy and at the top of their game work-wise, they nonetheless have stayed in touch, their friendship deepening. What neither man realizes is that he’s been starring in the other’s fantasies for a long time.
It takes Rick Hernerby, the mutual friend who introduced them in the first place, to finally get the ball rolling with a devious Valentine’s Day gift neither Jared nor Dorian will soon forget.
1
Jared stared at the cream-colored envelope in his hand, Rick Hernerby’s distinctive scrawl in black ink across the front. What fresh hell was his oldest friend up to now?
He leaned back in the overstuffed chair in the Executive Club’s lounge, chuckled, and shook his head. He wasn’t sure whether to be amused or irritated that his personal assistant, Markus, had obviously slipped it in with his correspondence. He’d only just returned to the city, and Markus had met him at the club with anything he’d deemed too important to wait until Monday.
When he opened it up, it proved to be an invitation to Place Riviere for an all-expenses-paid stay starting tonight along with a note that read, Don’t hate me.
Seriously? How very…odd.
Jared grabbed his phone and dialed Rick’s cell to find out what the hell was up.
“Just go and have a good time, man. It’s my gift to you.” Not even a hello or how are you.
“How did you know what I was calling for, and have a good time? Have a good time doing what?” Jared demanded.
“I arranged for you to have a weekend of pampering and a night of your dreams, honey. One night to change your life.”
“What the hell does that even mean?” The words earned him glares from his fellow club members. Sorry, he mouthed at them, though really, he wasn’t.
“Happy birthday! And I do have caller ID, you know. That handy little thing that shows you who’s calling?”
It was not anywhere near his birthday. “My birthday is…”
“Happy Valentine’s Day then. Trust me. Everything is arranged. All you have to do is what you’re told.” Rick was up to something. That much was clear.
“You know I’m not good at doing what I’m told…” Not at any point in his career, from his internship to his stint in the mailroom to his eventual partner status in his law firm.
“I know more about you than you think, old friend.”
What the hell did that mean? It certainly didn’t make him any more comfortable about this mysterious gift.
“Relax, Jare. You’re going to have a night at the best hotel in the city followed by a day of pampering and then the most amazing time of your life.”
That still told him nothing, and he didn’t like being in the dark regarding anything, but most especially when it was personal. “An amazing time doing what?”
“Trust me. For once in your suspicious life, just trust me.”
“You know, you’ve never said that when I didn’t end up with a tattoo or explaining to a police officer why you were bungee jumping off a building at three a.m.” Jared had let Rick talk him into a lot of things.
“But you’ve never ever been bored when I said it, either. I’m going to hang up now, okay? Just go. Because it cost me a fortune and is nonrefundable.”
“I…I have a meeting with a client.” It was why he was at the club after a long week of traveling, after all.
That earned him a snort. “You had a meeting with me. I’m RH Smith—I had to make sure you’d have the evening free. Now, goodbye, Jared. I’ll talk to you next Tuesday, okay?”
He didn’t answer, and a moment later, the line went dead, Jared ending the call, leaving him there with an all-expenses-paid night in a suite of Ottawa’s premier hotel instead of a business meeting.
Goofball asshole.
Rick had been pulling shit like this since he could remember. They’d met in the dorms their freshman year—he’d been coming in after a long evening in the library studying and Rick had been sneaking out of his then-boyfriend’s room with cuffs and a paddle—and Jared had been stunned. He’d never met anyone in the lifestyle before.
He’d met a lot of them since.
Dorian Fitzhugh, for instance. Rick had introduced them on a river cruise, back when he’d been a junior at Ottawa U, was working at the university gym and at Chapters to make ends meet, and just learning how to be out of the closet. No one would have ever thought they would have become the closest of friends.
In fact, Jared pondered calling Dorian, seeing what he thought of Rick’s so-called gift. In fact, that was a wonderful idea…
His phone rang, his assistant’s name popping up. Dammit.
“Hey, Markus. What’s up?”
“I know you’ve got a busy night ahead of you and I know better than to ruin Mr. Hernerby’s plans, but I just need five minutes of your time.”
In seconds, he was lost in the world of minutiae, his focus on the millions of details that made up litigation that he needed to get taken care of before he headed to the hotel.
2
Dorian Fitzhugh went through his mail on the short hop back home in his private jet. There was a large white envelope among the others, with only his name on it in fancy handwriting. It looked familiar, which meant it had to be from a friend. He opened it cautiously, like there might be a bomb in it, chuckling when he saw Rick’s name at the bottom of what looked like a wedding invitation. It was an invitation, though not to a wedding.
Instead this was apparently an invitation to a night of debauchery at one of the best hotels in Ottawa.
Oh, wonderful. He did love the whole thought of debauchery, and he trusted that Rick not only knew his predilections but shared them. Unfortunately, they both enjoyed being in control, so they couldn’t make their friendship a love match.
This would make an otherwise dull Valentine’s Day weekend so much fun. He wasn’t even going to guess what the night of debauchery Rick had planned might contain. He was just going to take it as it came.
He checked his calendar, making notes for
his assistant to move Monday’s meetings to Tuesday. He was hoping Rick’s plans would leave him needing Monday to recover from the weekend.
He checked his phone next. There was a message from his best friend, Jared. Now there was an ass he would pay good money to debauch. His most precious fantasies involved that man, bound and offered to his will. Jared was lovely—blond where he was dark, broad where he was tall.
Dorian wanted nothing more than to tie him up, lick him all over, then beat his ass. Just thinking about it made him hard, his slacks suddenly far too tight. He could imagine the pale skin wearing his stripes, the taut, well-exercised ass filled with a jeweled plug.
Fuck. He put his chair back a little and spread his legs and undid his belt. Then popped the top button of his slacks and slid his hand down to grasp his erection.
He let himself see it—Jared gagged with silk ties, crimson, something that cut across that sweet mouth like a blade. He squeezed himself, knowing that with images like that, it wasn’t going to take him long to come. He could see his needy sub, cock bound into a delicious package, arching toward him, begging for his attention.
What would Jared’s cock taste like? His come? What would Jared’s mouth feel like around his cock? In his fantasies, Jared was an enormous cockhound who would worship his on a regular basis. A sweet, needy sub who would kneel at his feet, eager to lap his prick.
He grunted as he came, the spunk pouring over his hand.
Christ, he was a sucker. He’d had this fantasy so long that he didn’t need more than a stroke or two.
He cleaned himself up before sliding the invitation into his briefcase and prepping himself for landing.
He was looking forward to this. He made a note to send Rick a bottle of scotch. Later.
Obviously, it was time to play.
3
Jared stood at the door of the spa, frowning at the young man standing there. “Pardon me?”
“Your fantasy evening begins here, sir. Mr. Hernerby was quite clear with his instructions. Please, come in.”
He’d had a delicious meal, a good night’s sleep, and then, this morning the phone had rung, calling him to his spa day appointment.
A spa day.
“I’m Adam. Benjamin and I will begin your transformation.”
Transformation? What the hell?
“What kind of spa is this?”
Benjamin—who was a carbon copy of Adam, oddly enough, a chic bald man with dark eyes and a warm smile—chuckled softly and answered, “A very expensive one.”
“Yeah, I guessed that. Is this what this whole amazing weekend thing is about?” It just seemed so… tame for something that Rick had planned for him. Especially given all the mystery Rick had surrounded the gift with.
“It is. You’ll need to disrobe, please, and sign this waiver.”
He looked it over, one eyebrow lifting. No permanent marks. No damage. Safeword?
Safeword?
Jared closed his eyes, took a deep breath. Oh, dear God.
How the fuck had Rick known? And what should he do? Well, he knew what he should do. The question really was: what was he going to do?
“Is there a privacy clause?”
“Absolutely. Mr. Hernerby has paid for the spa for the entire weekend. There will be complete privacy. Consider this a moment outside of time.”
A moment outside of time. Total privacy. Fuck, it was like a fantasy come true. He could have one day to live his dream and nobody else would know. It was too big a gift to refuse.
He signed the contract. You only live once, right?
Right.
“Excellent. Come with us and let’s put your clothes in a locker.”
“Are you going to tell me what you’re going to do?”
Benjamin shook his head. “This is part of the experience, hmm?”
Of course it was.
“We just need you to confirm your safeword, please.”
“Red light.” He was nothing if not classic.
“Perfect. This is where you’ll take your clothes off and leave them in the basket. They’ll be cleaned for you. Then you may exit the door on the opposite side of the room. We’ll prep you and take you to the playroom to meet your master.”
Adam’s smile was pure wickedness. “I have to say, we don’t get to play with a sub as lovely as you very often. Benjamin, make sure the wax is nice and warmed.”
“W-wax?” His cock was taking an interest in the proceedings, and in about sixty seconds, Adam and Benjamin were both going to know.
Adam chuckled and pointed him to the change room again, this time swatting his ass to get him moving.
“Wax, sweet man. We’re going to have so much fun.”
He went into the change room, and the door closed with finality behind him.
Wax. His cock finished filling, going heavy between his thighs.
All right. He’d signed everything, he had his safeword—he was in. He shimmied out of his clothes, folded his shirt, pants, and suit jacket, and left them on the bench provided, his socks, shoes, and underwear next to it.
Then he stepped through the door at the other end.
It was time to let himself go, let himself take advantage of Rick’s gift. He’d never ever have the opportunity to do this again.
Adam and Benjamin were waiting for him, twin smiles on their faces. The room was all elegance and Zen, the light blue-and-green color scheme soothing. There was a hot tub bubbling away in one corner, and bird song piped in.
Adam led him to a padded and sheet-covered massage table, and he lay down. “It’s a complete waxing. You’ll go to your master as smooth as silk.”
“Oh God.” He moaned, cheeks heating as he fought his erection.
Adam leaned in and whispered. “Benjamin and I will be insulted if you don’t get hard, honey. It’s our job to prepare you in every way for your master.”
A jolt of pure arousal hit him like a freight train. “In every way?”
Smiling, Adam nodded. “Every way.”
Benjamin brought over a pot of wax. “Close your eyes and take deep even breaths.”
“You’re going to look so beautiful, bared for your master’s touch.”
Master. They kept saying that word, and it resonated inside him. The impossible dream.
He cried out at the first rip of the wax tearing at his skin, and twisted as the soothing lotion that was spread on the area immediately after.
They did his arms first, then his legs before moving to his chest, and by the time they were there, his entire body felt alight.
“Underarms next. Then your groin.” Adam sounded gleeful.
“And his balls and hole.” Benjamin was calmer, but he was clearly enjoying this as well.
Jared knew these were going to hurt the most and took deep breaths.
“You trim him up below, Ben-love, and I’ll start up here.”
“You got it, A.”
Their hands were warm and felt good on him. His pubes and underarm hair was trimmed before the first stripes of hot wax were painted on. The heat sensitized his skin, and he curled his toes in anticipation of the ripping out of his hair.
“Deep breath, Jared. Good. Then let it out.”
The sting under his arm made him cry out, and he felt it in his bones.
Benjamin hummed, then poured the wax on his other underarm. A moment later, the wax was pulled away, along with his hair. He prided himself on not screaming.
“Do you think we should do body paint on him or leave him au naturale?” Adam murmured.
“Oh, he’s pretty enough just as he is.” Benjamin looked at his face. “Maybe just some eyeliner to make these lovely eyes pop.”
“Mmm. Works for me. His lips will go rosy after enough kisses.”
“Or cock-sucking,” Benjamin added, eyes twinkling as he looked down at Jared.
“Or both.” They laughed together, but the sound wasn’t wicked in the least.
Honestly, they were adorable.
&nbs
p; At least they were until Adam poured hot wax around what was left of his pubes.
“Just wait until I do your hole, honey.”
He gasped, the sound turning into a cry as Adam yanked off the wax, tearing out his hair and what felt like most of his skin. It continued to burn hard and he tightened all his muscles, waiting for it to fade.
“Easy. Easy. Here, breathe into it.”
He did, groaning as Adam spread more wax. “Two quick pulls and you should be done but for your balls and hole.”
“I—my hole.”
“Yes. It’s going to be so hot.”
Jared agreed, in theory. Now that he had some idea what “in practice” was like, he wasn’t so sure. Adam yanked off the last two sheets in quick succession and it had him bowing up, his body trying to curl around his groin. Fuck. Damn. Shit. And a million other expletives. He took a breath and managed to lie back down again, but his crotch throbbed. His cock leaked a few drops onto his skin.
Benjamin patted his belly gently. “Why don’t you grab your knees and pull them back and apart, honey. You need to open up really wide for Adam.”
“Is it going to be worth it?” Because all he could think now was ouch to the extreme.
“I haven’t had a complaint yet, honey,” Adam drawled.
Benjamin whispered at his ear. “He’ll make sure you’re clean inside too. And then slick you up. Your master will know what a slut you are and be able to just slam right into you.”
Jared cried out softly and pulled his knees up, exposing himself.
“Such a good boy. Your master is a very lucky man.” Benjamin’s soft words went straight to his balls.
Of course, so did the hot wax as Adam dripped it over his testicles.
“You’ll be so sensitive now, so ready for his will.”
