by Sean Michael
“I know what they are, but… it would be incredibly hot to hear you tell what you’re going to do.”
“Yeah, it would be, wouldn’t it?” He grinned at Justin.
“Uh-huh.” Justin grinned back, still curled around the pillow.
“These are nipple clamps, and I’m going to use them to bite at your nipples, to pinch them.”
“My poor nipples.”
“You’re going to love it.” He truly believed Justin would.
“I’ll trust you, Coach.” Justin rubbed one cheek against the pillow, stubble rasping.
Chris stroked the other cheek. “Good, babe.” He wrapped a hank of rope around one of Justin’s wrists. “I want you spread-eagle.” He tied the other end of the rope to the top right corner of the bed, and then he bound the other wrist. “I want you all stretched out for me.”
Justin let him bind his arms before testing the bonds.
“Ready for me to do your ankles, babe?”
“I guess? You won’t leave me in here like this, right?”
“I thought you said you were going to trust me, babe?”
“I do. I do, I’m just…. It’s a little scary.”
“I’m not going to leave you here. I’m going to be right here with you.” He would never have thought that the idea of being left bound would be scary for Justin. Chris leaned in and whispered into Justin’s ear. “I wouldn’t miss a second of you bound and spread for me.”
Justin relaxed, sighing as he sank into the mattress.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Justin. You steal my breath.”
“I wish.”
“No need to wish because you do.”
Justin spread his legs, ankles reaching for the bonds, offering Chris that sweet submission. Moaning, he grasped Justin’s right ankle and slowly wrapped the rope around it. His lover, his boy was giving this to him, offering it easily. He was so hard from that alone.
Chris touched Justin’s foot, caressed it as he shifted the other end of the rope and tied it around the bottom poster. That left one foot waiting for him, Justin’s heavy muscles jerking and twitching just enough to be visible. Bending, he kissed the calf of Justin’s free leg and then moved to kiss the ankle, warming it in his hand before he tied the rope around it.
Justin’s cock was flagging just a bit, evidence of his lover’s nerves.
Chris got that last limb bound and then settled on his knees between Justin’s legs, his hands dragging gently up from Justin’s ankles to his knees to his soft inner thighs. “You’re all fuzzy.”
Justin chuckled. “I know, right? It’s taken forever to get used to.”
“I imagine we can have fun shaving you. And imagine how this’ll feel without all those little hairs.”
“I don’t know. I’m not competing.”
“Doesn’t mean we can’t do it for fun.” Besides, he didn’t believe Justin wasn’t going to unretire. Not for a second.
“True.” Justin chuckled. “If it’s gone, you can’t tug it.”
“You mean like this?” He tugged, softly, and then harder, winking.
“Ye-yes! Turkey.”
He laughed, tugging again, though not hard now. There was nothing like this—this simple happiness. Bending, he kissed Justin’s belly, licked around the dent of Justin’s navel. He loved the sound of Justin’s soft, deep hum.
As Chris licked his way down, Justin’s prick filled again and nudged at Chris’s chin. Hungry man. He rubbed his cheek against the tip, encouraging blood to flow. Chris rolled Justin’s balls with one hand, reached up for one of those pretty nipples with the other. Justin’s hips bucked up, making Chris fight for it.
He flicked his tongue across the tip of Justin’s prick. Justin arched higher, but only for a second, like he was digging into the water. Chris groaned, took the head of Justin’s cock into his mouth, and sucked eagerly. Justin cried out, and then his boy was fucking Chris’s lips, using the ropes for leverage.
Grabbing the cock ring, he let Justin chase his pleasure for a few moments before pulling off. He applied the ring quickly, trapping his lover at full erection.
“Coach!”
“Yes, babe?” He smiled at Justin like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.
“Love you.”
Oh fuck. He leaned up and took Justin’s mouth, cradled Justin’s cheeks, held him still as he plundered Justin’s mouth. “I love you, babe. Really.”
“Good.” Justin moaned, chasing his lips. “Less talking, more kissing.”
“I still have nipple clamps to apply.”
“Kissing. You’re supposed to be kissing.”
“No, I’m supposed to be blowing your mind.”
“Supposed to be.”
“Oh, sass!” His hand landed on the side of Justin’s ass, the smack firm but not harsh. He hit it again, though, and then again, loving the way each smack made Justin catch his breath. His sweet boy. He spanked the inside of Justin’s thighs. He loved the way they pinked up for him.
“Burns. Fuck, Coach.”
“Sweet boy.” Chris scraped his nails along the pretty thighs.
Justin cried out, pulling at the ropes, and Chris shook his head. No straining the shoulders. There’d been too much work done on them to screw them up with this.
“I don’t mind if you forget and accidentally tug at them, but once you remember they’re there, no pulling. They’re to hold you, not strain your muscles.”
“What does it matter?”
“Because you’re a swimmer, and you could do damage if you pull with all your strength.” Chris was almost scandalized that Justin hadn’t put that together himself.
“I’m not a swimmer anymore.” Justin sighed. “Still, I’d be miserable if I couldn’t get into the pool, so you’re right.”
“I’m always right, babe.”
“Mostly right.”
He chuckled. “Nitpicker.”
“No lice for me.”
Okay. Okay. Justin was altogether too coherent. Chris flicked his boy’s nipples. Justin’s pecs jerked, tensed. That was better. He rubbed them with his thumbs. Swollen and hard, they responded to his touch, almost reaching for his fingers. Groaning, he reached for the clamps.
“Please.” Justin’s lips chased his.
He didn’t kiss Justin, though; he flicked the right nipple and then clamped it.
“No. No, fuck.” Justin jerked, yanked at the ropes. “Take it off.”
“I don’t think so, babe. I have a second one to put on.” And now he had Justin’s full attention.
“Please. It aches. Fuck.” Justin tried to kick, tried to get free.
He pinched the other nipple and then slipped the clamp on.
“Fuck….” Justin panted, cheeks red. “Oh fuck.”
“Breathe through it, babe. Push through the pain.” He stroked Justin’s belly.
Chris watched Justin struggle, his babe so beautiful, so right there in his own skin. The only other time Justin was like this was in the water.
“Why are you doing this?” Justin knew. Chris knew that. Justin had asked for this.
“Because it’s what you want. What you need.” Chris stroked the bound prick.
“I don’t.” Justin’s body began to relax, to accept.
“You do, babe.” He rubbed along Justin’s prick, then rolled the tight little balls. He tapped behind Justin’s balls, pushing a little too hard. He loved the way Justin arched for him, moaned. “Sweet boy.” He pushed again, and again.
Chris reached up and flicked the clamp on Justin’s right nipple. Justin tugged, trying to pull away from him.
“There’s nowhere to go, babe.”
Justin didn’t answer him, just jerked again. Chris touched the clamp on the left nipple next.
“You’re going to feel bad when they fall off.”
That had Chris laughing, and he bent to lick around the left nipple. “You’re right—I will. If they do.”
“They will. Poor abused bits.” God, Justin was
in a wild mood.
“You love that I keep them red and swollen and full.” He flicked both at the same time.
“Do not.”
Chris snorted, flicked the clamps harder this time.
“Ow! Stop it.” Justin groaned. “God, you make me whiny.”
Chris chuckled. “You’re not feeling enough.”
“Coach, stop. Just leave them alone for a minute.”
“No, I don’t think so.” He rubbed the tip of Justin’s prick with his palm, slid his other hand around Justin’s nipples and randomly nudged the clamps.
“Please? Come on, they ache.”
Chris leaned over and placed his mouth around Justin’s right nipple, breathing heat on the swollen, trapped flesh. The clamps weren’t vicious. They were firm, and on the sensitive tits, they’d be intense, but not truly painful. He licked around Justin’s nipple, then touched the clamp with his tongue. Justin groaned, shivered.
He licked again, moving to cup Justin’s balls in one hand, to stroke them. The sweet velvety sac drew up, wrinkled against his palm. He loved the feeling of them, the way touching them like this made Justin moan with need. He stroked behind the sweet sac, keeping the touch featherlight.
Justin’s skin was so hot there, and smooth as anything. Groaning, Chris slipped his fingers back farther. He lightly pinched the skin behind Justin’s balls. “When you win your next medal, I’m going to pierce you here, with a tiny, tiny ring.”
“What?”
“You heard me, babe.” He pinched again.
“I’m not competing anymore.”
“Uh-huh.” Justin would come out of retirement. He was surer of it every day his babe got in the pool.
“I’m not.”
“Because you hate swimming so much.” He flicked Justin’s right nipple, clamp and all, with his tongue.
“Love it. Fuck!”
“I know, Justin. That’s why you need to go back to it. You need it.” Swimming was like breathing for his boy. You couldn’t live without breathing.
“I can’t. I quit.”
“So unquit.”
“Does it work that…? Why are we talking?”
“We’re talking?” Chris stroked Justin’s hole. “And yes. It works that way.”
“I want it to.”
“It does.” He kept stroking Justin’s wrinkled, hot hole.
“Feels good. No more talking.”
“Bossy boy.”
“Bossy would be to say ‘now.’” Oh, Justin was feeling better.
Chris laughed. “I believe you just did.” He leaned in and flicked one nipple clamp with his tongue, setting it moving as he worked a finger into Justin’s tight little hole.
Justin moaned, lips parting for him as the muscles squeezed his fingers. He took a kiss, tonguefucking Justin’s mouth as he fingerfucked Justin’s hole. Hot, needy boy. The tight hole rippled around his touch, holding him. Groaning, he thrust his finger deeper, wanting to hit that spot inside Justin, make his babe crazy. When he hit it, Justin cried out, jerked, and tugged the bonds. Of course that encouraged Chris to hit it again, then again.
“Coach. Coach!”
Uh-huh. Right there. He was on it. He flicked at the tip of Justin’s cock with his free hand, then jolted the right nipple clamp again.
“Take them off. Please.”
“It’s going to hurt worse when I do.”
“Evil man. Always hurting me.”
“Like you don’t love the way it makes you feel.”
Justin shook his head, moaned low.
“You can come when I do it.” He leaned in and held on to the right clamp, undoing it.
Justin’s face went slack, muscles jerking involuntarily on the bonds.
“Let go and come for me, babe.” He took the other clamp off, knowing it would make Justin shoot despite the cock ring.
“Oh God.” Justin sobbed, and Chris stroked a single line from nipple to hip, drawing Justin’s come from him.
He stroked Justin’s balls, encouraging aftershocks. Justin cried out, muttering, shaking. Chris dropped his head to lick the come from his boy’s belly. Bitter and salty, the flavor exploded on his tongue. Groaning, he kept licking, lapping at Justin’s skin, the flavor of chlorine and Justin there beneath the saltiness of the come.
“Coach. Coach, your tongue’s so hot.”
“Uh-huh.” He kept licking, kept cleaning the smooth, supple flesh. He wanted to lose himself in this, in his sweet lover. He nibbled his way over to Justin’s cock, licked at the tip. “When you win another Olympic gold, we’re piercing this too.”
Justin groaned.
“This—” Chris moved lower and licked at the spot behind Justin’s balls. “—is for your first world medal. Up to you whether it’s next year or the year after.”
“Coach….”
Right. That’s what Chris was. “You better believe it.” He bit the base of Justin’s sac, tugging with his teeth. Then he lapped the globes, humming as he wet them. They drew up, tight and hard. Sweet boy. He nudged them with his nose and then slapped them with his tongue.
“H-hey.” Justin groaned, toes curling. “Don’t.”
He did it again.
“Coach! Don’t.”
So of course he did it again, tongue hitting the sensitive orbs.
“Tell me it’s going to be okay. Everything.”
Chris left off playing with Justin’s balls, moving instead to rub his cheek against the long, hard prick. “It’s all going to be okay, babe. Everything. But most of all, you and me.”
“I believe you.” Justin nodded. “I do.”
“Good. Because it’s true.” He took the tip of Justin’s prick in and sucked gently.
“Love that….” Justin moaned.
He sucked harder.
“Yes. God, yes.” Sensitive, needy boy.
Chris slid his fingers back and rubbed at Justin’s hole. He found a rhythm—tonguefucking that tiny slit, fingers fucking the tight hole. Justin soon had it too, hips moving with him, low sounds coming from his babe and going straight to his balls. It was like dancing, like swimming.
Groaning, Chris moved faster, bringing everything up a notch. He added another finger, spreading Justin a little wider. So fucking tight. He wanted to bury himself in Justin and fuck that sweet hole till kingdom come.
“Need.” Justin tugged at the bonds. “Fuck.”
“I’ll give you what you need, babe. When I decide to.”
Justin groaned, fighting a little.
“Fight as much as you need to, babe. That’s why you’re tied to my bed.”
“Are you going to let me go?”
“Of course. When we’re done.”
“You’re never done with me.” Justin had a point.
“No, and I never will be.” He smiled at Just. “And if you extrapolate from that, you know it means I’ll never let you go.”
“Is it cool if that makes me feel good?”
“It’s extremely cool.” He loved it.
“It does. Make me feel good, I mean.”
He licked from the base of Justin’s prick to the tip, grinning. “Good.” His lips twitched.
“Good-good.” Justin grinned wide.
He laughed, tickling Justin’s ribs.
“So mean to me!” Justin was laughing harder.
“The meanest coach in the history of the world.”
“Yes! Evil!”
Laughing, Chris pressed his mouth to the inside of Justin’s thigh and blew. Justin snorted, cock bobbing on his flat belly.
“This is supposed to be kinky, sexy,” Chris pointed out, then returned to tickling the same skin he’d raspberried a moment ago.
“It’s fun. I feel fun.”
Chris smiled against Justin’s skin. “Excellent.” He was pretty sure Justin hadn’t had a lot of fun since his retirement.
“It is. It so totally is, Coach.”
He nodded and ran his hands over whatever skin he could touch, loving on his babe.<
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“This is crazy. I never thought, when we were together before, that you were into things like this.”
“It was my job to keep this and you separate.” It had been the hardest thing ever, not letting Justin know how he felt, what he wanted. Especially when Justin had retired and he’d let the love of his life leave to find his own way in the world.
“I’m glad I’m not your job anymore.”
“Me too.” He licked up along Justin’s cock. “Though you’re older now, and we started this first, so if you wanted to go back to it….” He wouldn’t be taking advantage of his swimmer if they were lovers before Justin went back to swimming. Which they were. He licked his way down again.
“H-huh?” Justin groaned, rolled for him.
Chris didn’t say it again. He just lost himself in the scent and flavors of Justin’s sweet flesh. Justin let him—offering him moans and soft cries. He moved down to lick at Justin’s hole again. He wanted Just, needed to be buried deep inside.
“Fuck, that’s so hot. So hot, Coach. Love. Please.”
He shoved his tongue in, fucking Justin with it. Justin groaned, body fighting to get closer. Chris was in charge, though—he dictated how far his tongue went, what pleasure Justin could have. He slowed even further, loving the desperate sounds. His fingers slid over Justin’s balls, feeling the heat of them, the tightness.
“Need you. Need you, Coach.”
“You got me, babe.”
Justin so did.
“I’m feeling so fluttery inside.”
“Enjoy it, Justin.”
Justin moaned, muscles rippling. “I’m trying.”
Chris increased the speed of his tonguefucking, making sure he got Justin nice and wet. Justin cried out, thighs trembling violently. Chris slid his tongue out of Justin’s hole and surged up, pressing his cock in its place.
“Yes!” Justin jerked, bucking against him.
“Needy boy.” He pulled out and slammed back in again.
“Yes. Yes, I need. Please. More.”
“Yes. More.” He continued to rock, to push in and fill his babe.
Justin grasped hold of the headboard, the ropes twisting around his swimmer’s wrists. Chris held Justin’s gaze as he fucked his babe, keeping them connected, mind and body. Justin’s eyes were heavy-lidded, unfocused. That was what he wanted, to drive Justin into a place of feeling, of pleasure.
