Blindfolded for Love (Nailz Book 2)

by Sean Michael

  “Get ready to scream,” murmured Adam.

  The wax strip ripped from his balls with one quick movement by Adam.

  “Fuck!” Oh, Jesus. Oh fuck him raw. God. He shouted the word out again just for good measure.

  “You’re lucky he’s so good at this. He shouldn’t need to do that a second time to pick up any stragglers,” Benjamin noted.

  Adam ran his fingers over Jared’s now super-sensitive testicles. “There’s just one. Hand me the tweezers, love.”

  Benjamin handed them over and Adam yanked the single hair out. It seemed so much bigger somehow than the rip of the wax that had taken all the rest out. His breath huffed out of him, and goosebumps covered his body.

  “Now there’s just your hole.” Benjamin patted his cockhead, bouncing it against his belly. “The best was saved for last.”

  “I don’t think I can bear it.” He wasn’t sure he could do this. As turned on as he was, everything up to now had been huge, and he didn’t know if he could take even bigger.

  “I know you can, sweet man.”

  He shook his head, but he knew they were going to do it regardless unless he red-lighted them. And he wasn’t going to do that. Not for waxing. Even if it was his hole.

  Benjamin hummed, and a second later, Adam dripped the wax across his hole, the hot liquid seeming to burn. Anticipation had every muscle in his body clenching, his own fingernails digging into the skin of his legs.

  “Breathe. Just breathe for me.”

  He managed to gulp in one breath, Benjamin praising him softly, which let him take in another.

  “Good job. You’re almost there now.”

  “One more tug. One more and we’ll take you to be cleaned up. All cleaned up, hmm?”

  Oh my God. He opened his mouth to argue, and then Adam ripped the wax free.

  He screamed, shooting wet spunk all over his belly.

  4

  Dorian handed over the gilt card he’d been given, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a smile as the front desk clerk began fluttering, the bellhop hopping, the manager coming out to fawn over him.

  “You have the penthouse suite and spa, sir. And your companion is already there, ready and waiting for your every desire.”

  A key card was handed over.

  “I assume there’s nothing for me to do but show up.”

  “Everything has been arranged for you, sir. You and your companion will not be disturbed, but if you need anything at all, the phone rings down to the desk.”

  “Is there a private elevator for the president’s suite?”

  “There is indeed. Follow me, sir.” The man led him through a warren of halls to a private elevator. The manager pressed the button, bowing as the doors slid open. “If you need anything at all, just hit the zero on the phone in your room.”

  “Thank you.”

  He got on the elevator and put his key card in, the doors closed, and the elevator moved upward immediately.

  He had been buzzing with nascent excitement all day, and it had been a challenge to force himself to breathe, to not arrive early. It had been worth it, though, not to have to wait at the bar for them to get everything prepared.

  The elevator came to a stop and he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Calm. Zen. He was the master here and all this was for him. A night of debauchery. A night with a safeword as his only limit.

  He stepped through the door into an antechamber with a place for the trappings of his day-to-day life.

  His leathers were there, the tight-fitting pants black and buttery soft. The harness with its metal O-rings also black. Jesus, Rick had thought of everything. It made him wonder how much he’d had to bribe the staff here to do this, but he supposed all he needed to know was that it had happened. He changed into his leathers, using the routine of undressing and redressing to get him into the right headspace. There was a note on the door. “His safeword is Red Light.” Excellent.

  Dorian checked himself in the mirror when he was done. He looked every inch the studly master. Perfect.

  Then he took the mask—black and filling his nose with leather—and settled it over his eyes before striding into the next room to discover his plaything.

  He took two steps and immediately stopped short, his breath trapped in his chest.

  Jared.

  It was Jared bound there in the center of the room, standing with arms and legs cuffed with leather, the chains spreading him wide. Crimson cloth cut the pale skin—silencing eyes and mouth, binding the heavy, turgid cock.

  Fucking hell. This was his fantasy, laid out for him. Did Jared know? Was he in on this with Rick? Could Dorian trust this? He pushed that last thought back immediately. Jared and Rick were friends and Rick wouldn’t hurt him by joking about this, not like this.

  If anyone didn’t know, it was Jared. Rick had always said that if Jared had half the energy he spent on running away from his needs…

  “Good evening, boy.”

  Jared went still, then shook his head as if to clear it.

  “I see you have a bell in your hand as you’re gagged.” He began to relax into his role. Rick seemed to have thought of absolutely everything, and Dorian was going to trust that. “Jingle it once if you understand dropping it is your safeword until I remove the gag.”

  Jared shivered but jingled the bell once.

  “Excellent. Now I can explore my new acquisition.”

  He walked deliberately around Jared, admiring every line. Fuck, the man was even better looking naked than he could have imagined. The heavy cock was full, wet-tipped, and waxed to within an inch of Jared’s life.

  That must have been quite a vision. He licked his lips and slid his finger along Jared’s chest, enjoying the smooth, warm skin. The tiny nips went tight and hard, begging his attention. He flicked one idly, smiling as Jared’s entire body tightened, Jared’s fingers curling in on themselves. He circled the little nipple, then flicked his fingernail across it again.

  That earned him a low moan, and Jared arched, yearning toward him.

  He hummed, letting his fingers slide down to circle the full, bound cock. The skin here was also smooth and based on the shiver that went through Jared, more sensitive as well. Dorian tapped the tip, none too gently, and watched the hard flesh bob. It made him lick his lips, his whole body on alert, aroused and wanting.

  “Have they filled you, boy? Or did they save that for me?”

  Jared shook his head, cheeks flushing a dark rose.

  “Good. I assume you are ready, though.” Slick and open. If Jared was his for more than just one day, Jared would always be stretched, lubed, ready for his will at any time day or night.

  Jared nodded furiously, Adam’s apple bobbing, and Dorian walked around behind Jared, spreading the sweet cheeks wide so he could see the glistening hole that waited for his attentions.

  “Excellent.” He pushed two fingers in, fucking a few times and spreading his fingers apart to open Jared up a little. The tiny hole was tight and hot inside. “Oh, I could tear you up, boy, and make you beg for more.”

  He was going to start now by plugging Jared’s hole. Filling him until it was time to fuck him. Then there’d be some fun.

  There was a luscious chest filled with every implement of pleasure and pain that he could imagine—whips and plugs, clamps and floggers, sounds and dildos. He would have clapped in sheer joy, if it wouldn’t have ruined the illusion of masterly control. Bless Rick’s perverted mind.

  He looked through the dildos, finally settling on one that consisted of three balls linked together. Each one a different weight. Each one bigger than the last.

  It was sexy as hell and would be so hot inside Jared, and such a turn on for him—knowing it was there.

  The chains were set up to be moved, slid through the floor or ceiling in channels so that he could bend Jared over a bench, ease the tension in the long, well-muscled body, or stretch him farther.

  He had to hand it to Rick, the man didn’t believe in anyt
hing but quality, and this was top-of-the-line effort to make this place a jewel of a dungeon.

  He played with the chains, setting Jared up so he was slightly bent, his legs spread wide. That gave Dorian the perfect angle to insert the plug. He rubbed Jared’s ass, letting his boy feel his touch.

  “When I flog you after inserting the plug, this is going to drive you mad, boy.”

  Jared’s muscles clenched and released, proving his boy had heard him. He swatted one ass cheek in reward. The pale skin took on the slightest bit of color.

  He’d been praying for an opportunity at this ass for ten years, and now it was his. He swatted it again, then again, feeling more settled in his bones with every hit.

  “There are three balls. The last one will try you, boy. I’m going to start with the first.”

  Jared arched, then settled, breathing deeply through his nose, doing a good job of centering himself.

  “Good boy. If you weren’t gagged, I’d make you beg me for them, but since you are, I’m going to just play with them.”

  He pushed his finger into Jared again, spreading more lube inside the tight, hot hole. “Are you an ass slut, boy? Do you like to take a cock? A dildo? A fist?”

  Jared couldn’t talk, but the sweet ass kept tightening around his finger. He pulled out, adding more lube and going back in with two. With his free hand, he reached around and squeezed Jared’s tight little nipple between his fingers.

  He could hear sounds coming from beneath the gag, hints of whimpers and slightly louder moans. Excellent. The best subs were sensation whores, hungering for each new touch.

  He fucked the tight little hole with his fingers, pushing as deep as he could, then curling his index finger as he searched for the tiny nub that hid deep inside. He knew the moment he found it, Jared’s body jerking like Dorian had hit him with a live wire. He stayed on it, touching it over and over to get his boy ramped up.

  A wild keening filled the air, Jared bucking against the chains, hips fucking the air.

  “Very nice.” He offered the praise as he pulled his fingers out, returning three in their place. The biggest of the three balls would require Jared be at least this stretched.

  The greatest challenge would be holding the smallest ball in while the others swayed, dragging against Jared’s hole.

  God, Dorian loved this. Loved doing this for men. But especially for this man. For Jared.

  He spread his fingers wide, then pushed them deep, hitting Jared’s gland again. Jared arched violently, feet slamming against the floor.

  “Oh yeah, you’re ready to take the plug now.” He warmed the thing by running it along Jared’s back. “Can you feel the bumps—one is the size of an egg, the other a lemon, the third an orange.”

  A shiver rocked Jared in the chains.

  “Even if you can’t feel them, I can see that you can imagine them.”

  Hell, he knew Jared’s imagination. Jared was the man who couldn’t watch scary movies after 8:00 p.m. because of nightmares. This plug was the size of a truck in his head.

  Dorian lubed the thing up and set the first ball against Jared’s hole, turning it, sliding it, letting Jared just feel the slick metal. Jared moaned, hips tilting, rocking back toward the plug.

  “Needy slut.” He smacked Jared’s ass with his open hand.

  Jared moaned, pushing back into him, begging for more. He obliged, swatting almost lazily, warming the lovely flesh. The plug wasn’t going anywhere, and he’d wanted a chance to redden Jared’s pale ass forever.

  It was hypnotic, the way Jared’s hips swung, the deep moans that filled the air. Dorian knew he’d be jacking off to fantasies based on tonight for the rest of his life. He swatted a few more times, then brought the plug back to Jared’s hole. He pushed the first bulb in without warning, just slamming it in.

  Despite the chains, Jared arched nearly upright, his cry clear even through the gag.

  “Mmm.” Dorian dropped the end, letting the two bulbs swing.

  Jared’s ass clenched tight, working hard to keep the plug inside. It was beautiful to see. He tapped the hanging balls with his thigh, making it swing harder.

  The moan that sounded was definitely heartfelt and he decided he wanted to hear Jared’s noises unfettered. He undid the gag.

  Jared licked his lips, closed his mouth.

  Dorian grabbed the pitcher of water and poured out a glass. Then he grabbed a straw and headed over to Jared. “Drink,” he ordered as he placed the straw between Jared’s lips.

  Jared sucked the water, drinking nearly a quarter of the glass. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “You’re welcome.” He set the water down. “I’m going to leave the gag off. I want to hear your noises. I want to hear the sounds I push out of you as I fill you and mark you.”

  Jared’s answer was a deep, needy moan, one that settled right in his balls. So much better to hear it unmuffled.

  Dorian went back behind Jared and moved the plug so it shifted back and forth. Jared’s ass tighten around top bulb.

  “Two more and then I’m going to properly warm your ass, make it the appropriate color, boy.”

  A soft keen sounded, making him glad he’d taken off the gag. He wouldn’t have wanted to miss that particular noise, and he would have if the crimson silk had still cut across Jared’s mouth.

  Grabbing the bottom of the plug, he pressed in. The second bulb was larger—not huge, but a bit of a challenge—and he took his time easing it in. Dorian got it partway in before tugging out again. Then in again, pushing it all the way in this time, Jared’s ass closing over the base of the second ball.

  “I bet you feel that, boy.” He leaned over and let his teeth drag on Jared’s skin.

  A sweet gasp answered that move, and he wriggled the base of the plug, then used it to make the two balls inside roll around.

  “Yes! Yes, Sir!”

  “Did they wax your hole, boy? Did it make you so sensitive?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good.” He rolled the balls around again, loving the way Jared moved with him, ass pushed out just a little farther, making sure it had his attention. “If you were mine, you’d be bare always.”

  A shudder moved through Jared’s body, letting him know the idea appealed.

  It made him wonder—Jared was obviously such a natural sub, why wasn’t he with anyone? Why did he hide his nature away? Hell, what did that matter? If Jared was with someone, he wouldn’t be here, now. Besides, this was about tonight, not about what-ifs. And Dorian had a sub to drive mad with sensation.

  He grabbed the base of the plug and began pushing the last ball in.

  Jared tried to go up on tiptoe, but the chains kept him still, kept him there.

  “There’s nowhere to hide, baby. Nowhere to go.” He kept pushing, rubbing the ball back and forth at the same time and Jared’s hole gradually opened for him.

  “Nowhere…” Jared moaned for him, so sweet. There was such need in that one word.

  “That’s right. This is going in, and I see you. I see you.” He kept pushing and the last ball on the bulb kept going in.

  Jared’s hole clenched, tightening around the plug just before it reached the halfway—and widest—mark.

  “Easy, boy. Let it all in.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He swatted the edge of Jared’s hole with two fingers. “Say it like you mean it, boy.”

  “Sir!” Jared gasped for him.

  “Mmm. That’s better, boy.” He got the plug seated and he watched as Jared squeezed it, holding it in. “Now I’m going to tan your ass, make you feel it. Do you like the sting or the thud.”

  Jared didn’t answer, and he slammed his hand hard across the beautiful ass. “I asked you a question, boy.”

  “Sir! The thud! Sir!”

  “The thud it is.” He grabbed a flogger and laid it down across Jared’s ass.

  “Thank you, Sir.” Jared’s groan was pure satisfaction.

  He did love a sub who could sink into pai
n, who knew how much he loved it.

  “You’re welcome, boy. Count for me.” He laid another solid blow down.

  “Two, Sir.”

  He moaned at Jared’s voice. “Good job.” He loved the weight of the flogger in his hand, and the way it felt as it connected solidly with Jared’s ass. He loved the sound it made too. Thud was definitely a good word for it.

  They found a rhythm, thudding and counting and pushing. The color on Jared’s ass came up beautifully, and Dorian became hypnotized by it all. So fucking fine that it made his mouth dry.

  They were at twenty-five and his boy was still pushing back into each hit, proving Jared’s need. Dorian moved to the crease where Jared’s ass cheeks met and his boy gasped, voice stuttering.

  “You didn’t think I could access your hole with the flogger, did you? Didn’t think I could reach this sweet little hole and thud against it.”

  He hit again and again, thighs and hole, ass and hip. Jared kept count the entire way through, proving himself to be a fucking stud.

  At forty, Dorian stopped. They had other games to play. Added to that, he wasn’t sure if Jared was going to safeword when he was super on the edge and then they wouldn’t be able to keep playing. That would be a shame.

  “You ready to suck me, boy?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Dorian eased the pull of the chains, allowing Jared to melt against the bench. It held him up at just the right height to take Dorian’s cock.

  Dorian had to admit, he was impressed with the facilities here. It was top-of-the-line and every need seemed to have been anticipated.

  “Make it good and I’ll reward you.”

  “Yes, Sir. Please.” Jared’s mouth opened in anticipation.

  Needy slut.

  Stepping close, Dorian didn’t yet press his erection against Jared’s lips, knowing Jared would feel the heat of his cock, would be anticipating it. Dorian was making him wait. He wanted Jared to be desperate for it, aching for him. Jared’s lips closed, his tongue sliding over them, then they dropped open and Dorian stepped marginally closer, still not letting his cock touch Jared in any way.

  Jared’s tongue flicked out once more. This time not wetting Jared’s lips but searching for Dorian’s cock. Just the barest bit, just the slightest.