Eddie gasped when he saw what Jeff was holding. “Is that a collar?”
“Yeah. You got a problem with that?”
“I haven’t. But some people in the scene give them a real significance. You should definitely check how someone feels about collars before springing one on them.”
“Shit. Sorry.” This whole BDSM thing was a bloody minefield at times.
“Nah, don’t worry. I’m fine with it. Worn a collar plenty of times.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Been led around on a lead too.”
“You like that, do you?”
“It’s better in public. I mean, not in public, public, but in a club. Yeah, it’s fucking sexy when everyone can see you’re owned like that.”
Jeff couldn’t imagine anything more embarrassing. “Wouldn’t let anyone do that to me.”
“Yeah, but that’s because you’re not a depraved submissive with a humiliation kink.” Eddie stuck his tongue out and winked, which made him look kind of cute.
Oh God. Now Jeff was finding men “cute”.
No, not men. One very specific man. Whew. Jeff distracted himself by buckling the collar round Eddie’s neck, yanking more roughly than he strictly needed to. Eddie’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “Not too tight,” he warned.
“I’ll decide when it’s tight enough.” Jeff made his voice all growly, but he did leave a finger under the collar when tightening the buckle, just to make sure it wasn’t too snug. “There. You like that, bitch?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Hmm. Well hopefully you won’t like this quite so much.” Jeff yanked on the spreader bar, forcing Eddie’s knees up. He’d put in a third eye-hook and another trigger clip, exactly halfway along the bar, but no matter how much he bent Eddie in half, he couldn’t make it quite reach the D ring on the collar. Damn it, he was going to need that extra length of chain after all. “Stay like that, bitch,” he ordered and smothered a smile as Eddie cursed and visibly struggled to keep his legs up.
The chain was in the crate under the bed, and Jeff grabbed it, along with the big bottle of lube he’d bought. It looked like gay stuff, what with the picture of Greek guys up to no good on the label. Better yet, it had a squirty dispenser top just like bottles of liquid soap did, so it would be easier to use than that bloody tub of Eddie’s.
“I see you’ve been planning ahead.”
“Yep.” Jeff attached the chain clip to Eddie’s collar and forced the spreader bar as close as he could. Eddie grunted, his knees almost touching the pillow either side of him, and his arse pointed high in the air. Jeff clipped the bar to the chain and then stood back to admire his handiwork. Fuck it. He wanted a picture. Something to remember this by. “Smile,” he ordered when he’d pulled out his phone. “No, wait, scream.”
Eddie stared at the phone, and for one horrible moment, Jeff thought he was going to refuse, but then he threw his head back, slitted his eyes and pulled one of the most convincing orgasm faces Jeff had ever seen. Fuck that was sexy. He took several photos, kneeling above Eddie to get as much of his face in the shot as possible. Then he took a few from the foot of the bed, giving him a great view of Eddie’s hole. Bloody hell, it needed filling. Jeff’s cock twitched at the thought of burying himself deep in there. He turned to the toys. He should use one of those first. Get something in there while he tortured Eddie’s cock and balls.
The beads were the first thing he landed on. The set Eddie had brought round were stainless steel again—he seemed to have a thing for metal and glass rather than silicone—and they were way, way larger than the ones Jeff had seen in sex shops. Also, far more rigid. For some reason, when he’d first heard about anal beads, he’d imagined them attached together by a cord, like a mutant necklace. Instead, they resembled a stylised Christmas tree, stacked up in ever decreasing height on a foot-long steel pole. The lowest bead was fatter than Jeff’s cock, although only just, he was pleased to note. Not like that black dildo, which had gone back in the case. Toys like that could make a man feel inadequate. Jeff palmed his dick through his shorts, wishing he’d thought to get a bit of a blowjob in before tying Eddie up like that. The angle would be impossible now. Not without releasing the clip on the collar, and he didn’t want to do that just yet. Fuck it. Jeff could wait. It would make it all the better when he finally did get to stick his dick inside Eddie.
He squirted a good load of lube on his fingers and took a quick swipe over Eddie’s hole. Then he took a slower one, exploring the feel of that twitching ring of muscle. Last time he hadn’t done this. He’d just played with the plug, and ever since he’d been wondering what it would actually feel like to finger Eddie. Screw it. Only one way to find out. He stuck the tip of one finger in, and Eddie immediately clamped down.
Jeff’s dick pulsed like it was the part of him being squeezed. Stupid thing. Jeff told it to wait its turn, as he circled that fingertip around. He fluttered it then—the same way he used to when fingering Sarah—and it seemed to have the same effect in arseholes as it did in a pussy. By which he meant Eddie arched off the bed, gibbering something unintelligible. Oh yeah, that was fun. Jeff played with his fingers some more, driving Eddie wild, until he judged it time to introduce the beads.
The first two beads slid in easily. The third required a bit more pressure, and the fourth had to be pumped in a few times until Eddie’s ring stretched to take it. It was mesmerising, watching Eddie’s hole stretch. Jeff pulled the fourth bead back out again just so he could watch it go in a second time. The soundtrack Eddie was providing was pretty bloody sexy too. All choked-off whimpers and raspy “Oh Gods”. And the fact he couldn’t do a thing to stop Jeff was a real turn-on.
No, wait. It was the fact he’d trusted Jeff enough to let himself be tied up like that that was the real turn-on. Thank fuck for dirty little painsluts.
Thinking of pain…
Jeff slapped Eddie’s bum hard, watching the way his hole twitched. He did it again and this time forced the fifth and final bead up against it. Yep, there was a definite response. He got up nice and close and slapped with one hand while the other kept up the pressure on the bead. Eddie cried out as Jeff pressed harder, and then the bead popped inside.
“You like that, slut?”
Eddie squirmed. “God, fuck, ow, fuck. Good. So good.”
Jeff played with the beads for a few more minutes, popping the last bead in and out. It seemed to get easier all the time. Made him wonder how many of his fingers he’d have been able to get in there, had he kept going. “You ever been fisted?” he asked.
“Why? You want to try?” Eddie panted.
“Just curious. Maybe.” If Eddie responded like he had with the beads, it would be a huge amount of fun for Jeff. He squished his fist up as narrow as it would go. Still an awful lot wider than that last bead. Wider even than the monster dildo. “Think my hands might be too big, though.”
“You’ll be fine. Lots of lube. Gloves. Have a go if you want. Just take it slow.”
“Maybe I will. But not yet.” Jeff leaned over and grabbed a couple more toys from the chest of drawers. “Got some other things I want to try first.” He held up the nipple clamps and examined the loops at the handle end of them. Eddie had said they got tighter if pulled on, and so Jeff had imagined being the one to yank on them, but what if he got Eddie to do that for him, so Jeff’s hands were free to torture him elsewhere? He turned to examine the distance between Eddie’s chest and the spreader bar. Yep, that should work.
First he needed to unclip Eddie’s ankles. He did one, then slipped the loop of the clamp onto the end before clipping Eddie’s ankle back again.
“Huh? What are you doing?” Eddie’s eyes weren’t really focused.
“What do you think?”
Eddie blinked a few times, and his pupils widened. “Oh no.”
“Oh yes.”
“No, no, no. That’s not fa
ir.”
“Who said anything about me playing fair? Where’s the fun in that?”
“You total fucking bastard.”
“That’s Sir Bastard to you.” Jeff slid the other clamp onto the other end of the spreader bar before reattaching Eddie’s ankle.
“Oh please, no.” Eddie’s last “no” trailed off breathily, and it didn’t sound anything much like a no at all. It sounded more like a moan of pleasure. And since he hadn’t safeworded, Jeff was guessing this was one of those times when a no could safely be ignored.
The clamps dangled from the bar, the jaws of them just an inch or so above Eddie’s chest. Right. Now Jeff had to work out how to get them on Eddie’s nipples. Fuck. Maybe he should have done it the other way around. Nipples first, bar second. He’d remember that for next time. Eventually he managed to get one hand around behind Eddie’s leg to grab hold of his nipple and squeeze it up towards the clamp, while the other hand pressed the clamp so the jaws opened. It took him a couple of tries to get the meat of Eddie’s nipple between the jaws, but when he did, Eddie yelped.
“Fuck. Ow. You fucking bastard. Sir Bastard. Whatever.”
“Shut up and take it, bitch. I thought you said you liked pain.”
“I do. Fuck. Arrrgh!” That was the other clamp going on. Eddie’s complaining might have bothered Jeff if it weren’t for the fact the man’s dick was hard as blackthorn and digging into Jeff’s arm as he leaned over.
“How’s that?” Jeff asked, tilting the spreader bar down to one side so it pulled on the clamp on the opposite side of Eddie’s chest.
“Nnngh! You’re a cruel bastard, sir.” But Eddie sounded approving rather than upset, breathing flirtatiousness into the words. “I fucking hate you sometimes.”
“So you keep saying.”
“Did I tell you I love it when you’re mean to me?”
“You don’t need to. I can tell you do.” Jeff took hold of Eddie’s cock and gave it a few hard tugs.
“Oh yeah. So good. Owww!” Eddie had squirmed with pleasure, and Jeff watched as the spreader bar tilted and tugged on his nipple clamps.
“This will give you pleasure and pain. All mixed up together so you don’t know where one ends and the other begins.” He pumped on the anal beads with one hand, while the other massaged Eddie’s cock. Jeff was stimulating Eddie’s nipples, cock and arse, but what about his bollocks? Jeff let go of the beads to give them a firm squeeze.
Eddie wheezed a yelp in response, arching his back so his left nipple stretched out. He whimpered and settled back down again. This gorgeous flush had covered his chest and spread up his neck, and he was dripping with sweat. And the best bit was, Jeff was still totally in control. Not just of Eddie, but of himself. He held his hand to his chest. Yep. His heartbeat was faster than usual, but not too fast. He was feeling relaxed rather than frantic. Yes, he wanted to get inside Eddie very much indeed, but he could wait a while. Especially if that meant he got to torture him some more.
He wanted Eddie worked into a state by the time he fucked him. He wanted him so desperate to come, he could do it at a word. And so he told Eddie that while squeezing his balls.
“Fuck, yeah, please. Do it.”
Jeff glanced back at the toys on the chest. The ball-crusher press was a scary-looking thing, but it would mean he’d be able to properly concentrate on Eddie’s arse and cock, and not have to worry about his balls dangling around, all lonely and neglected.
Getting it on was a little tricky, especially with the way Eddie arched and protested, but eventually Jeff had the cold steel cylinder clamped shut, trapping Eddie’s balls inside. He tugged down on it a little, watching the strip of skin at the top stretch.
“Remember,” Eddie rasped. “Just a quarter turn at a time.”
“You said a half turn.”
“Changed my mind. Sir.”
Jeff smiled as he met Eddie’s challenging gaze. “I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. I’m going to turn this thing really slowly. So slowly a dirty pain slut like you is going to be begging for more. But I’m going to keep on going until you’re begging me to stop. And then I’m going to get to work on your arse. I’m going to see how many fingers I can get up there, and if you’re a good boy and open up for me, I’m going to give you my whole fist. How does that sound?”
“Fuck me!” Eddie moaned, breathlessly.
“I’ll fuck you after. I’ll open up your arse with my fist, and then I’ll fuck right into it, so deep you can feel me banging into your throat. How’s that?”
“Yes. God, yes.” Eddie was gabbling and nodding his head, and Jeff felt a surge of pride. Not just in himself for finally getting the hang of this domming and dirty talk, but in Eddie for being so bloody brave. He had to be in a huge amount of pain from those clamps already, yet there he was, begging for Jeff to crush his balls and fist him. What a trouper.
Jeff wound the press with an almost glacial slowness. But he didn’t want to hurry. Not when this was making Eddie’s toes curl and his head thrash. Even his cock was joining in on the fun, dripping onto his belly. The sparse hair there was slick with sweat, and if Jeff could have reached in without risking knocking the spreader bar and causing even more pain, he would have licked him there. As it was, Jeff had to settle for licking his lips.
Although there was one place he could still lick… As he twisted the press, Jeff stared at Eddie’s hole. It was looking pink and puffy now that Jeff had played with the beads for a while. He could yank them all out and lick it. He hadn’t realised blokes did that to each other, but in his searches for gay BDSM video clips, he’d found one where the Dom was licking his own spunk out of a well-fucked sub. It had made him hot and cold all over, and he’d barely been able to watch it. He’d never risk screwing Eddie without a condom, but in principle, the licking probably wasn’t so bad. Eddie was clean. He could see that. And the way that sub had reacted in the video was just obscene.
It couldn’t be so very different to giving head to a woman. Less juicy, but then again, there was all that lube oozing out. Jeff swiped his finger through it and licked the tip.
Okay, maybe not. That tasted horribly sweet and made his tongue feel numb. Revolting. He’d have to do it before getting any lube in there. Next time.
The last time.
But he didn’t want to dwell on that. He wanted to work on Eddie. The man whose voice was now so hoarse Jeff could barely understand him, but he seemed to be begging him to stop. Jeff let go of the press carefully, and took hold of Eddie’s cock with one hand—still hard, thankfully—reaching in carefully to cup his jaw with the other. “You okay?”
“Yeah, fuck, yeah. Think so. Phew!” Eddie’s eyes finally focused on Jeff’s, and he smiled weakly. “Knew you’d be good at this. Knew it from the start.”
It was kind of humbling, to know that finally someone believed in him. Jeff’s eyes stung. Must have been the sweat dripping into them. “Next you’re going to know you can take my fist.” He held it up in front of Eddie
Eddie groaned, but his pupils dilated. “Make sure you don’t get it into a fist until you’re way inside. Fingers first, not knuckles.”
“I know. I’ve been doing my research.”
“And plenty of lube. And a glove. Shit. We don’t have any gloves.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve got gloves.”
“Not washing-up ones. You need the thin ones. Like doctors have.”
“Yeah. I’ve got them.”
“Knew you were a pervert.”
“Absolutely.” Jeff didn’t mention they were for cleaning the toilet, as it just didn’t sound all that sexy. “I’ll be back in just a moment. You okay being left like that?”
“Yeah. Don’t be long, though.”
Jeff raced down the stairs and dug around in the under-sink cupboard. There they were. He pulled a single glove on as he ran up the stairs, not w
anting to waste a moment. Or to give Eddie time to change his mind.
Eddie was still lying there. He looked so fucking sexy, his balls in a steel can and his nipples stretched out by the clamps, arms and legs spread wide by the cuffs and bar and rope. And that collar round his neck! Jeff picked up his phone and snapped a few more pictures. Wank fodder for the week ahead. Better than anything you could find online.
“You’ll have to send those to me,” Eddie rasped.
“You’d get off on that, would you? Seeing yourself like this? All spread open, used and abused.”
“Too right.”
“Dirty bitch.” Jeff slapped Eddie’s arse and yanked on the beads.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Eddie yelled as the beads tore out of him. “Fuck, that’s good. Again!”
“You don’t get to choose. You just get to lie there and take what I give to you. And next I’m giving you a surprise.”
For a moment Jeff thought Eddie was going to protest, but then he gave him a slow smile.
Yeah. What a trouper.
“Surprises are good. I like surprises.” Eddie thought he did, anyway. “It had better be a good one, though.”
“It should be.”
Eddie heard a drawer open and shut, but because of being tied up, he couldn’t crane his head to get a look at whatever Jeff was fetching. The mattress dipped as Jeff climbed back on, and then Eddie felt whatever it was at his hole. It was moist and cool. Some kind of buttplug? Jeff pushed it inside a little way, then eased it out and circled it round.
“Mmm, that’s nice. What is it?” Eddie was starting to be lulled by the sensation when the burn started to hit him. “Oh my God. Is that ginger?” Of course it was bloody ginger. Nothing else felt quite like it. He started to clench up, but Jeff was already pushing the ginger root back into him.
Jeff chuckled. “You told me to buy some. Seemed a shame to let it go to waste.”
Eddie tried to calm his breathing. The ginger heat was amazing, but only for a while. “You’ve got to be really careful not to lose it inside me. Seriously. It fucking kills if it’s left in for too long.”
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