“No, but I just wanted to see you touch your own nipples.”
“Pervy bastard.”
“Yup. Now, this is all ready to go. I’ve got it on the lowest setting, so it shouldn’t really be more than a tingle, but maybe we should try it on a less sensitive part of your body first. Like your arm.”
Good idea. Now that he could see the violet wand all plugged in and ready to go, Jeff was starting to get the fear. The glass part was glowing with a soft purplish light, and it was attached to the box with a curly wire just like they used to use for telephones. The thought made him laugh out loud, but it came out sounding a bit hysterical.
Eddie smiled calmly. “Here, take hold of this.”
Jeff’s hand shook as he tried to reach out for the wand.
“Want me to assist you, Sir?” Eddie lowered his eyes submissively, and that humble look kicked something off inside Jeff. Something that didn’t just want to abuse Eddie but that wanted to protect him. What had Eddie said he wanted? To feel cherished. That was it.
Before he could talk himself out of it, Jeff pressed a quick kiss to Eddie’s forehead.
“What was that for?” Eddie stared at him, eyes wide with surprise.
“Just letting you know I trust you. Not to hurt me. You won’t, will you?”
“It’s just a little tingle. No worse than getting a shock from static electricity.”
Jeff hated those, but he kept his trap shut.
“Here, I’ll just touch it to your upper arm so you can feel what it’s like,” Eddie said, doing just that.
Bloody hell. Jeff’s arm trembled, but he forced himself to hold still. It was painful. Okay, not as bad as having his tetanus shot had been, but still, if it felt like that on the lowest setting on a not very sensitive part of his body… “There’s no way you’re using that on my nipple,” he said.
Eddie pouted. “Are you really finding it that bad?”
“It’s horrible. How can you enjoy this?”
“I don’t know. Just the way I’m wired up, I suppose. Oh no, please don’t cover up again. Even if I can’t touch your nips, can I at least look at them?”
“I suppose. But I’ll need to put another log on the fire.” Jeff gladly took the excuse to turn away from Eddie for a minute. He’d been this close to ordering Eddie to suck his nipples. And if he did that, it would be his cock next, and then Jeff wouldn’t get a chance to pour all that lovely hot wax all over his lily-white skin. And he’d die if he didn’t get a chance to do that.
Chapter Ten
Eddie watched Jeff stoop down to mess about with the fire—classic displacement activity if ever he’d seen it—and pondered his next move. He’d never had to deal with a Top this twitchy before, and it definitely wasn’t just the gay thing. Jeff’s lust had carried him through that last session, but in the calmer, more intellectual atmosphere of a teaching session, his nerves were really starting to show. The way his arm had trembled!
While Eddie knew he shouldn’t trust a Top this nervous and inexperienced, he really, really wanted to help Jeff find his groove. If he could get over the wibbles and find his confidence, he’d be amazing. Last week had shown what he was capable of when inspired.
Maybe Eddie just needed to put himself into an even more submissive position and let Jeff take over. He grabbed the tablecloth and shook it out over the rug, then lay down on it, faceup. There were a couple of handy armchair legs he could grip on to which would simulate being cuffed. Again, that might help Jeff feel he was in control.
“What are you doing?” Jeff stopped with his unnecessary fire tending and was scowling at him, although his eyes still gave away his terror.
“I think I’ve spent enough time boring you with explanations. It’s time you did a bit of kinaesthetic learning.”
“Kinna-what, now?”
“Kinaesthetic. It means learning through hands-on experience. I have a feeling you’re the kind of person who learns better that way than through lectures or books.”
“I’m not stupid.”
“I didn’t say you were.” Eddie sighed and propped himself up on his elbows. “It’s just a different learning style. Unfortunately we live in a society that tends to favour those with aural learning styles who can sit and concentrate through lessons and lectures. Those are the people who do best at school. But when it comes to learning practical, useful stuff, the kinaesthetic and visual learners come into their own.”
“Oh. Yeah. I guess I am a kinna-whatsit, then.”
“Right. So rather than listening to me wittering on about violet wands, wax play and so on, you need to try these things out and learn for yourself. And if you really don’t want to try them on yourself, then I’ll be your willing stunt double.”
That made Jeff smile. “You’d be a crap stunt double. You look nothing like me.”
“Yeah, I’ll just have to be a stunt double for your future girlfriend.”
“You don’t look anything like a bird either.”
“Sorry. Not a lot I can do about that. I would offer to shave my body hair off, but it always gives me a rash. And I might be a masochist, but I hate having an itchy crotch.”
Well, what about that—Jeff was actually checking out Eddie’s body and staring at his groin. He didn’t even look revolted like Eddie expected, but instead was intense, considering. Eddie forced himself to relax back down again and hold on to the chair legs. He wasn’t about to jinx this by coming on too strong.
Eventually, Jeff spoke in a low, halting voice. “I don’t want you to shave. It’s kind of nice. Being with someone a bit hairy. Means I don’t feel like such an ogre.”
“You don’t look like an ogre to me.”
Jeff found something fascinating to look at in the corner of the room and scratched his neck again, and for a moment, Eddie thought it had been too much. But then the scowl melted away, and Jeff met his gaze again. “Do you want the wax first?”
“I want whatever you want to try out first. Use me however you like.”
Jeff’s eyes darkened, and he adjusted his shorts, which were starting to tent again. “Okay.” He went over to the coat pegs by the front door and took down a scarf. Not a woolly one, but a dark, fine-looking one. What exactly was he planning?
“You remember I don’t do bondage until I say so?”
Jeff wound the scarf around his hands and walked over. “I remember. I’m not going to tie you up. I just want to blindfold you.”
“Oh.” Eddie should probably object to that too, but if he wasn’t bound, it would be a piece of cake to remove the blindfold if he needed to. Provided Jeff wasn’t trapping his wrists. But he trusted Jeff not to do that, didn’t he? Yes, he did. “Okay. That’s not a bad idea, actually. Makes the sensations more intense.”
“You need to stop the lecturing now. Just lie back and feel.” Jeff knelt by him, and Eddie lifted his head to give better access. Jeff continued in a low, gruff voice, “Can you do that for me? Just give in to the sensations.”
“Sounds good.” Eddie’s heart was thumping away like crazy, and his cock strained up, desperate for a touch from Jeff. Wasn’t going to happen, but he could dream. He gripped on to the chair legs as the world went dark and the soft fabric pulled tight around his head. Normally he could see out from under improvised blindfolds—not that he’d ever admit as much to the Top he was with—but Jeff had somehow folded the scarf so it was padded out enough to make him completely blind.
Eddie had to force himself to relax. Shit. Was he nervous? Or just turned on? The anticipation was killing him.
“Hmmm.”
Eddie strained his ears for sounds of Jeff, hoping to prepare himself for what came next. There was some clattering over in the direction of the fireplace, and a momentary loss of heat against his side. Still tending the fire? Maybe it wasn’t a displacement activity after all. Unless Jeff really was more a
nxious than he was letting on right now.
There was a hiss of a match flaring into life and a tang of sulphur on the air. Aha. Wax play first. Eddie breathed deeply, forcing his muscles to unclench. Hot wax was always a shock when you didn’t expect it, but at least now he knew what was coming.
He felt the stirring of air as Jeff settled down beside him.
Here it comes. Probably the centre of the chest first. That was where most people started.
Electricity sizzled under his arm.
“Arrrgh! Fucking hell.”
Jeff laughed, rich and deep. The sound was almost textured, pouring over Eddie like honey.
“I was expecting wax, you bastard.”
“Sir Bastard to you.”
“Sir Bastard.” He couldn’t help smiling himself. Then prickling pain shot up his chest from his navel to his collarbone. “Shit! Wasn’t expecting that either.” The pinwheel felt unusually intense. Jeff slowed its movement so it crawled across Eddie’s pecs, just above his nipples. He whimpered, shifting slightly to try to encourage Jeff to venture just that little bit lower.
“You want this on your nipples, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Hurts so good.”
“Where else do you want it? Tell me.”
Well, if Jeff really wanted to know… “On my balls. And my cock. Not under the foreskin, though. That’s too much.” He wouldn’t normally admit to that—telling a sadist you didn’t want something was generally a sure-fire way to make sure you got it. But there was no way Jeff would venture that far south, so he was probably safe.
The pinwheel circled round his nipples in a wide figure eight. Was it Eddie’s imagination, or were the loops closing in? He realised he’d pushed himself up onto his curled toes, and consciously relaxed back down again.
The pinwheel ceased, and his nipple caught fire.
“ARRRGH!” Wax. It was just wax. “Fuck, you could have warned me, you bast—Fuck!” There went the other one.
“Where’s the fun in warning you? Anyway, I think you’re being a baby. I’m holding it really high. Could go much lower than that.”
Drops rained down on Eddie’s nipples and between them, from one to the other, hotter and hotter. God, he was out of control now, writhing and wailing.
“Keep still.” Jeff’s hand pinned down Eddie’s chest, keeping him from moving. “Anyone would think you didn’t like this.”
“I do, I do. Just too much. So hot! No, don’t stop!” The candle had stopped dripping, and then Jeff’s rough hand scraped the wax away from his nipples.
Oh my God, Jeff was touching his nipples.
Eddie held his breath, not wanting to spoil the moment. Jeff’s hand slowed. Came to rest. Then took hold of his nipple and pinched hard.
“Oww, fuck!”
“You like that, bitch?”
“Yes! Yes, Sir Bastard, thank you very much, Sir.” Eddie kept babbling because it was either that or sob with the intensity of the pain. So fucking good. It shot down to his balls and set his whole body humming with arousal.
“Your nipples are huge,” Jeff said, sounding intrigued. He let go of Eddie’s nipple and then flicked it. “Not wide or anything, but you know, they really stick out.”
Eddie was rather proud of his nips, but he could see why they might seem a bit odd if you hadn’t had much experience with painsluts. “That’s what years of nipple torture will do to you. They used to look fairly normal.”
“I like them. Gives me more to grab hold of.”
Suddenly, Jeff wasn’t pinning Eddie down anymore, but then both nipples exploded in pain. Eddie cursed and writhed, trying to hold on to the memory that Jeff had just said he liked his nipples.
He liked them.
“Why are you smiling?” Jeff asked.
“S’good,” was all Eddie could manage in response while Jeff was pinching and twisting his nipples. He didn’t have to admit exactly what was good, did he?
“You masochists are a weird lot.”
“So are you s-s-sadists. Ow!” Sometimes the moment of release was more painful than the torture that had gone before.
“Your cock’s dripping. You really did like that, didn’t you?” Jeff sounded dazed with wonder.
“Abso-fucking-lutely. Yes, Sir. Please feel free to torture my nipples as much as you— Ow, fuck!” That was the violet wand on one of them now, he was sure of it. The crackling electricity was less of a tingle, more of a sharp buzzing on his abused skin.
“Yes, I think I will torture them. It’s fun watching you getting all carried away with it. Can’t say as I get why you enjoy it, but I’m glad you do.”
“Why?” Oh, why did Eddie have to say that? He didn’t want to push Jeff so far he got defensive again.
But Jeff only paused a moment before answering. “I don’t know exactly, but I guess it’s just the way I’m wired up.”
“Bloody good thing too, Sir. I do love a man who enjoys hurting me.”
“Yeah, I really do.” Jeff’s voice had gone all deep and husky, and Eddie turned his head towards him, taking a deep breath. He swore he could taste Jeff’s arousal on the air, mingling with the sharp ozone from the violet wand. If only Jeff was one of those Doms who’d get off on sucking Eddie a little, then torturing his cock and balls, then sucking him some more. Those mingled bursts of pleasure and pain were the best.
But Eddie was hoping for too much there from a straight man.
Hot wax splattered on his chest again, distracting him from thoughts of oral sex. The dribbles of molten heat moved down towards his navel. “Fuck, oh fuck. No, no, no, no, no. No! Don’t stop!”
“Hard not to when someone’s yelling no,” Jeff muttered, but the wax splashing resumed. The heat moved down, agonisingly slowly. Felt like Jeff was trying to mummify him in wax. The hot spots skated round his groin and splashed onto the tender skin of his inner thigh. Oh God, was he really going to go there, or was this just a monumental tease?
Eddie was almost hyperventilating. He gripped on to the chair legs, arching his back and opening his legs in a giant yes, please.
The wax stopped for a moment, and Jeff moved. Where was he off to now? “Please,” Eddie rasped. “Please don’t stop there.”
“Shut up, bitch. You don’t get to say what goes on here.”
Eddie moaned his protest and arched his back further.
Jeff moved between his legs. Oh fuck. Eddie could feel the fabric of Jeff’s shorts rubbing against his ankles. What was he planning?
The temptation to rip the blindfold off was unbelievable, but he had a feeling this would all be over if he challenged Jeff like that.
Eddie held still, tensed in anticipation.
“That’s it. Nice and still. Good boy.” Jeff’s breath gusted over Eddie’s groin with his words. He must be leaning down. Did that really mean what Eddie thought it meant?
Chapter Eleven
Jeff knelt on Sarah’s old tablecloth, staring at another man’s erection. This wasn’t somewhere he’d ever thought he’d be, but so long as he didn’t touch it, that was okay, wasn’t it? Torturing another man’s genitals wouldn’t make him gay. This was just…rewarding Eddie for being such a good boy. Erm, good slut. Boy sounded a bit weird, actually. Bit too much like they were in a relationship or something.
Jeff eyed the instruments of torture he’d been using. The tip of the violet wand gave off that eerie light, and the candlelight was glittering in both the glass of that and the steel of the pinwheel. They were all fun in their own special way, but which should he start with? And where?
Jeff squinted at Eddie’s bollocks. They huddled up next to his body, all neat and tidy and covered in just a light blond fuzz. Nothing like Jeff’s swinging, hairy sac. They were much more attractive.
Had he just thought another man
’s balls attractive? Fuck. He bloody had as well.
Jeff determinedly swept that thought into the dustbin of his brain, never to be mentioned again.
Would Eddie really enjoy having his bollocks tortured? Jeff found it hard to believe, but then again, he was willing to admit he was a bit of wuss about any kind of pain, so maybe he was no judge. Still, a man’s nuts were bloody sensitive…
He should go for Eddie’s cock instead. Erm…. He snuck a glance at it, kind of nervous now he was up close and personal. And about to get a whole lot more personal. Eddie’s dick was a bit of a weird shape what with being all bendy and a bit wider in the middle than at either end. It sort of reminded him of a banana, which would explain why he felt hungry. He definitely didn’t want a taste of cock banana, though. No, gross. It would be, wouldn’t it? All sweaty and spunky and nasty.
Jeff took a sniff. Actually, Eddie’s bits smelt all right. More like soap and sex. Jeff’s cock jerked as if it wanted a sniff too. Jeff growled at it, hoping that might calm him down.
Eddie made this weird sound then, kind of helpless and like he was about to come. Yeah, a sex sound. Not a sexy sound. Just like the smell of him was sex, not sexy.
Good thing Jeff had that all sorted.
He picked up the violet wand and held it over the base of Eddie’s cock. Okay, here went nothing.
He pressed it down.
Eddie yelped and jerked his legs wildly.
The candle fell over. A burning-hair smell filled the room.
“Shit!” Jeff whacked the candle flame out. There was a singed patch on the rug and a splatter of wax. If only the fucking tablecloth had been bigger.
“God, are you all right? What happened?” Eddie had pushed the blindfold up and was staring at him with wide, dark eyes.
“It’s okay. Just the candle.”
“Fuck. I’m sorry. Your poor rug. It keeps taking a hammering when I come round.”
The mood had shifted, and now instead of thinking of sweet torture, all Jeff had in his head was explaining to his mum just how the burnt patch had got there. He wasn’t really a candle type. Could he blame it on a log having jumped out of the fire?
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