Jeff plunged the root deeper inside him. “Don’t worry. I’ve been reading up on figging. I know what to do. You just trust me. Give in and enjoy yourself.”
Eddie took a few more deep breaths and started to relax into the sensation again. He knew he’d be whimpering with pain in a few minutes, but for now it was good. So fucking good. If he could just let go and trust Jeff. And stay still, because every time he wriggled his nipple clamps squeezed tighter. Yeah, Jeff was turning out to be a wonderfully creative sadist. Curse him.
The ginger was becoming unbearable when Jeff finally pulled it out. Of course, that didn’t stop the burn. That would keep building for a while yet, but he was grateful for another squirt of lube to cool him down.
“Ahh, thank you, Sir.”
“Good boy. You’ve been such a good boy. You ready for more?”
“No more ginger.”
“No. Now you get my fingers. I’m going to fist you, and you’re going to take it all.” Jeff prodded some fingers inside. They slid in easily, reactivating the ginger burn, but in a fucking gorgeous way.
Eddie moaned with pleasure.
“You like that, bitch?”
“Yessir.” Eddie’s voice came out thick. “How many’s that?” He could never tell by feel alone.
“Just two. Here’s the third.” That was a bit more of a challenge for Eddie to relax into, but Jeff persisted and eventually it slid in too.
Now Eddie’s attention was entirely focused on the stretching burn in his arse. He’d never have chosen to have a figging right before a fisting, but it was actually working quite well, taking away some of the sharper, stinging pain and replacing it with a hotter, fiery pain. He could deal with that better. At least, he kept telling himself that as Jeff worked his hand.
“I’ve got four fingers in you now. Can you feel that? All four. I’m going in right up to my knuckles. Just my thumb to fit in now. You think you can take my thumb?”
No! But Eddie nodded anyway. “Please. Yessir, please. Now.” It felt so fucking good, being stretched that wide. Pain and pleasure blew away his awareness of everything else.
“Jesus fuck. That’s so sexy,” Jeff was saying. “I’ve got my thumb in there too. Almost there. You’ve just got to relax a little bit more for me. You can do that, can’t you? You can be a good boy and let me in.”
Eddie whimpered every time Jeff plunged his hand in. He couldn’t take it. Those knuckles were just too fat. But he wanted to. God, how he wanted to. “Yes,” he found himself saying. “Yes. Do it. Come on.” He repeated the mantra over and over, and with a bright burst of pain, Jeff’s fist pushed all the way inside him.
“Oh my God. I did it. You did it.”
Eddie panted desperately, so full he could barely breathe, let alone speak. He wanted Jeff to take his hand out, and he wanted him to plunge in deeper. But Jeff kept perfectly still, and eventually Eddie managed to get himself back under some kind of control.
He managed to open his eyes and peered past the chains and spreader bar at Jeff, who was staring down at Eddie’s arse. Jeff appeared to be as in awe of the whole thing as Eddie was. “I can feel your heartbeat,” Jeff said. “Or maybe it’s your pulse, I don’t know. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“Feels great,” Eddie managed to force out.
“Can I move now?”
“Yeah. Move. Please.” Eddie almost regretted giving Jeff permission when he started pulling his fist back out again—the stretch!—but then Jeff plunged back in, and this time the sting of his knuckles was more bearable. And he kept doing it, until Eddie was sobbing with the mingled pleasure and pain, wanting it to go on forever and to stop right now. His nipples burned as he writhed, his balls throbbed in the press, and it was all too much.
“Enough! Stop,” he pleaded. His safeword was on the tip of his tongue, but then Jeff withdrew completely.
Eddie moaned, regretting it already as the exquisite fullness gave way to an empty void, but he had to something about his balls. “Please. The press. Take it off.”
“God, sorry. Of course.” Jeff did something, and blood rushed back into Eddie’s balls, the pain of it making him cry out. He was going to come if he wasn’t careful.
“Please. Fuck me. Please. I want to come. You inside me.”
Jeff went to undo one of Eddie’s ankle clips, and he protested. “No, like this.”
“Are you sure you’ll be comfortable?”
“No, but it’s so fucking sexy. Please.” Comfort was overrated. During sex, at any rate. “Do me hard and fast.”
“You don’t get to give the orders.” Jeff was gazing at him through the tangle of legs, clamps, chain and spreader bar. The intensity of his gaze made Eddie feel even more naked and debauched. “But lucky for you, I’m fucking desperate to give you a good pounding.”
Eddie had to wait for an age while Jeff went to get suited up, although it had probably only been a few seconds. And then Jeff was back, pushing into him with brute force. “This how you want it, bitch?”
“Yes, yes, like that.” Eddie’s balls throbbed, his nipples burned, and his arse was tender from the combination of ginger and Jeff’s fist, but all those aches and pains only turned him on more. He concentrated on them, and on the glorious thrusting of Jeff’s cock. He was holding on to Eddie’s legs and slamming in hard. So hard Eddie was pushed up the bed so his head slammed against the headboard.
“Oh God!” Jeff said. “Gonna come. You first.” His face contorted in what looked an awful lot like pain. “Come on, bitch. Shoot all over yourself. Do it. Now.”
Eddie didn’t even need to touch himself. That command, along with Jeff nailing his prostate, set off a chain reaction inside him. His balls hurt so good as he shot, drenching himself in come.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Jeff said. “Good boy. So fucking good. Feeling you come.”
Eddie forced his eyes open to watch Jeff as his face went slack, and he groaned, hips jerking.
“So fucking good,” Jeff mumbled, leaning heavily against Eddie’s legs.
Eddie hissed. There was good pain and there was bad pain, and now he’d come, the bad pain was making itself known above the rush of endorphins.
“God, sorry.” Jeff had forced himself up onto his knees and was fumbling with the spreader bar.
One of Eddie’s nipples screamed in protest. “Clamps first!” he demanded.
“Yep. Right. Uh, how do these things work?”
After a few moments of mind-bending pain and sobbed instructions, Jeff finally released both of Eddie’s nipples, followed in quick succession by the collar, bar, arm and leg cuffs. Eddie couldn’t move. He just let his limbs fall to the mattress, powerless to stop them. “Ungh,” seemed to be the only thing he could manage to say right now, and he wasn’t even sure it was a proper word.
He tried again. “Ugg.” No, those were boots. “Hug.” That was it. What he wanted.
And Jeff seemed to understand him this time, because the next thing Eddie knew was a pair of powerful arms wrapping round him, and being pulled over to pillow his head on a beautifully furry chest.
“That was amazing,” Jeff said softly, and Eddie could hear his voice rumbling inside his chest. “Thank you.”
“Meant to be my line,” he mumbled before giving in to the inevitable and sleeping.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Jeff woke to the sound of birdsong and a soft breeze stirring the curtains. That wasn’t particularly unusual. What was unusual was the warm body pressed up against his back.
And more to the point, the hard cock pressed up against his arse.
Jeff lay there, not moving, trying to work out whether or not he liked it. There was something dangerous and exciting about the feel of Eddie’s erection resting there. Like he was only a few inches away from breaching Jeff’s most holy of holies. And that was also terrifying, because
wouldn’t it hurt like buggery? Well, of course it would. It bloody well was buggery.
But buggery didn’t seem to hurt Eddie. And, to be honest, given the size of what came out of Jeff’s arse some mornings, Eddie’s cock should be able to slip in easily enough.
The thought made him squirm. He didn’t know whether to push back against Eddie or to roll away. But he’d been reading up on anal sex—thank fuck for the Internet—and it seemed even straight blokes sometimes liked a bit of action up the back passage. He’d spent an uneasy half hour watching home videos of blokes being “pegged” by their girlfriends, and hadn’t known whether he was more turned on by the submissive men or the girls with strap-ons. That was one confusing, hot and sweaty wank session. No, sorry, research session.
Jeff wriggled some more, unable to help himself as his own dick stiffened right up to match Eddie’s. Eddie just snuffled against his neck, his breathing still slow and deep.
If Eddie started humping Jeff’s bum in his sleep, he wouldn’t move. Well, he would if there was any danger of penetration going on, but he’d just lie there and take a frot against his arse crack. It wouldn’t mean he was gay or anything. Just a little bit bi. And he wouldn’t be being submissive if Eddie was asleep. Jeff was fairly sure it was impossible to dominate if you didn’t have any of your conscious brain involved.
And so that was why he didn’t mind being the little spoon. It was kind of nice having Eddie’s heavy leg draped over his, and the gusts of warm breath against the back of his neck. He’d certainly never felt like this with Sarah. He’d always been the big spoon. Back when spooning was still in the picture. It hadn’t been welcomed for the last couple of years.
He probably should have realised something was very wrong back then, but he’d just slowly become used to the idea that the sex and intimacy were tailing off the longer they spent together, and he hadn’t realised quite how much he’d lost until he tried to cuddle up to her one night and she ended up getting so grumpy with him, she buggered off to the spare room so she could get a “decent night’s sleep”.
And she’d stayed sleeping in there for the last six months of their relationship.
Somehow, Jeff didn’t think Eddie would do something like that. Eddie was an altogether more tactile kind of person. And if there was a problem, Eddie would tell him about it. He wouldn’t expect Jeff to somehow be able to figure out what it was from spiky body language and cryptic messages left on the fridge.
Although those might genuinely have been shopping lists.
Eddie nuzzled a bit closer and murmured something sleepy sounding.
Jeff’s hips twitched without his say-so, pushing his arse back against Eddie’s cock. Oh my God, it was nestling right in the crack now. Hot and damp and heavy. Shudders quaked up and down Jeff’s spine. Felt like he was falling. Spinning out of control into some new state of being. And he just wanted to throw his arms out and enjoy the ride.
Although that was just a figure of speech. If he threw his arms out now, he’d probably wake up Eddie and end up pitching the duvet onto the floor. Sexy snuggling wouldn’t be nearly as much fun in the cool morning air.
A sound scraped across Jeff’s consciousness. A sound that shouldn’t have been there. A key in the front door.
Oh fuck! There were only two people who had access to his spare key—his folks—and he didn’t want either of them seeing Eddie here. He sat bolt upright. The clock read 9:30. Shit, had they really slept in that late?
“Mmm, come back to bed,” Eddie mumbled sleepily.
“Shhh!” Jeff clapped his hand over Eddie’s mouth. Eddie’s eyes widened, then he blinked the sleep out of them.
Footsteps sounded on the bottom of the stairs.
“Shit. Oh shit.” Jeff was paralysed. He had to do something. Now.
“Jeff sweetheart? You still in bed?”
“Hang on, Mum. I’m coming down.”
He leapt out of bed and pulled on his dressing gown.
Eddie was propped up on his elbows now, giving Jeff a look that wasn’t exactly a challenge but definitely questioning.
“Just, erm, be quiet for a bit, yeah? I’ll get rid of her.”
Eddie rolled his eyes and slumped back onto the pillows. Jeff made a quick scan of the room. Nope. Even if he hid Eddie in the wardrobe or under the bed, there was still way too much kinky stuff on show for his mum’s eyes. There were cuffs tied to the bedstead, for fuck’s sake. “Back soon,” he promised and nipped out the door.
His mum was halfway up the stairs. “I heard voices. You got a girl up there, Jeff White? Well, come on, let me meet her.”
“I said I’d come down, Mum. For Christ’s sake, give a man a bit of privacy. What are you doing here anyway? It’s not cleaning day.”
“Well, that’s a charming welcome.” Mags huffed and walked up the rest of the stairs. Jeff blocked the bedroom door with his body. “I was going to make you both a cup of tea, but I reckon you can get your own now. Anyway, you’re a dark horse. You never told me you was seeing a girl this weekend.”
“Mum, keep it down.”
“What? You ashamed of your old mum now? Or is it her? Had a case of the beer goggles last night, did you?” She gave a dirty laugh. “Your little brother certainly brought a few tramps home in his time.”
He bloody well would be ashamed of her if she kept this up. “No. She’s sleeping. Come on, downstairs.”
Mags gave the bedroom door a longing look and spoke in a stage whisper. “Well, if this is going to be serious, I want you to bring her round for lunch later. Been dying to see you settled down with a nice girl. Not like that Sarah turned out to be. Snotty cow. Come on, you bring her over so me and your dad can make sure she’s good enough for you.”
“She’s got to go home before then.”
“Why? Oh Jeff, she isn’t married, is she?”
“What? No! Just, oh come on. Downstairs. It’s none of your business. I’m a grown man, for fuck’s sake. And we need to have words about you just letting yourself in here without warning me.”
“I sent you a text half an hour ago. It’s not my fault you’re knackered after a night of passion.” At last Mags set off down the stairs, saying something about needing to borrow a pair of secateurs. The reason for her visit, apparently. Jeff gave the bedroom door one last guilty glance and set off after her.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Eddie slumped back onto the bed and tried not to give in to disappointment, but it proved impossible. He should have known Jeff wasn’t ready to own up to loving a man. Well, okay, shagging a man at any rate. Love didn’t come into it, what with all that romantic nonsense being nothing but a short-term hormonal imbalance.
Although that didn’t explain why his heart had screamed in protest when Jeff fobbed his mum off, calling Eddie a “she”.
No, he had to admit it, he wanted more out of Jeff than that. He wanted a chance to have a proper relationship and see where it led. To see if he could, in fact, fall in love, given the opportunity.
But it was abundantly clear what Jeff was really after, and while Eddie might be a great match for him in many ways, he was short a pair of breasts, and had that whole inconvenient cock-and-balls thing going on between his legs. Maybe if he’d been one of those blokes who got a kick out of cross-dressing, then they could have worked something out. He could have pretended to be “Edwina” until Jeff’s family got to know him, and once he’d charmed his way into their hearts, he could have revealed his true identity.
Although to be honest, that probably wouldn’t have worked. Even the best drag artists weren’t one hundred percent convincing when you got up close. The Adam’s apple was always a giveaway, as was the size of their hands. No, it would never have worked. Eddie let that daydream fly away on a cloud of perfume.
And if Eddie couldn’t make himself female, and Jeff wouldn’t come out, there was absolutely no
way they could be together, beyond the odd snatched night here and there.
Eddie wasn’t about to be someone’s dirty little secret. Yes, the sex was amazing, but he wanted a man who was proud to be with him. Not someone who lied and hid him behind closed doors. He was getting too old for that shit.
Eddie scowled at the door in question and slowly, carefully, eased himself out of bed. The springs made a noise, but hopefully it wouldn’t be audible downstairs. His shorts were lying by the bed, and he’d packed a spare T-shirt in his case.
By the time he was dressed, he could still hear muffled voices downstairs. Impossible to tell what they were saying, but he’d probably end up being heard if he tried to open the door and listen in. And then Jeff’s mum would charge up here, and Jeff would be busted, and he’d never forgive Eddie for forcing him out of the closet in such a spectacular fashion.
For a brief moment, Eddie entertained the idea of just walking down there and kissing Jeff in front of his mum. He could say good-bye and stroll on out, leaving Jeff to deal with the fallout. The idea had a lot going for it. Revenge at being referred to as a “she” for a start. And it might help Jeff get over the whole “I’m straight” lie he’d been telling himself and everyone else who would listen.
Eddie paused with his hand on the door handle. He could stride on down there and destroy Jeff’s carefully constructed world, but it wouldn’t be fair. Who knew what kind of shit Jeff would have to deal with as a result? His dad sounded like a total bigot. And besides, outing people against their will was wrong, plain and simple. Yes, probably universal acceptance and end to homophobia would come around sooner if gay sports stars and celebrities didn’t lie through their teeth, but they had to find the courage to come out by themselves. It didn’t mean much, otherwise. Tom Daley’s YouTube confession must have been a hell of a lot more inspiring to young gay men than poor old George Michael’s scandalous arrest had been for Eddie’s generation.
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