by Kelex
He kicked off everything else in the hallway outside the door, leaving clothes strewn on the floor as he went. By the time he reached for the handle, he was naked. And hard as stone.
Jason entered the bathroom and saw Zach in the glass enclosure, his face turned toward the spray. He opened the door and a gust of warm, humid air crossed his sweaty body. “When I remodeled this bathroom, I made sure it was big enough for two.”
Zach turned to look at him midway through his comment.
“I’d like to test the theory,” Jason added before climbing in and closing the glass door behind him.
Zach backed away, almost appearing afraid to touch him. Jason pressed a few buttons on the control panel in the shower and got the wall jets going and the water washed all over them.
Zach groaned, his eyes closing.
“Feel good, hmm?”
Zach met his stare and nodded, but stayed silent.
“You know what else feels good?” Jason asked in a near whisper.
“What?” Zach asked.
“A blow job. I recall that hot mouth of yours working wonders.” He gripped the base of his cock and stroked the hard length. “On your knees.”
Zach hesitated a moment before kneeling before him. He slapped the side of Zach’s face with his shaft before pressing it against the man’s lips. His lover opened for him, taking in about half of him. Jason grabbed the back of Zach’s head and slid a few more inches in.
Jason rolled his hips, pulling out before sliding his cock back into the warm heaven of Zach’s mouth. The man suckled him, sliding his tongue along the length as he slurped on it with his lips. Soon, Zach was feasting on his cock, meeting each thrust of Jason’s hips.
Zach began to moan around the shaft. Jason slid his fingers through Zach’s blond locks and gripped them tight before feeding more of his cock into the man’s mouth. Jason looked down and met his stare. The blue orbs glittered with excitement. Watching his cock disappear into that hot little mouth was more than he could stand.
As soon as Zach began to knead his balls, he lost it. He came with a roar of pleasure, his seed shooting the back of Zach’s throat. Jason felt the orgasm tear through him. He reached out to steady himself, the cold tile under his palms helping to ground him. His whole body trembled, and his knees threatened to go out from under him.
As soon as the moment passed, he looked down to see Zach still kneeling at his feet. The water sluiced over his naked body and it was a beautiful sight.
He wanted to share the sensation and taste Zach once more… but this was punishment. Zach needed to earn his rewards.
Once Jason was sure he could speak, he grabbed the body wash and his washcloth. After loading it with soap, he started washing his body. “Have you finished washing up?”
Zach rose to his feet and Jason saw his hard cock jutting before him, untouched. “No. Not quite,” he said.
Jason squirted some shampoo into his hand and then scrubbed his scalp. “Hurry up. I’m hungry.”
Zach nodded and looked away, grabbing the other washcloth.
Once Jason had rinsed himself off, he opened the door to get away from Zach before he succumbed to the need to draw the guy in close and forget all about punishments and rewards.
“Is this the way it’s going to be? You using me all weekend until you feel better?”
Jason turned to face Zach. “That’s not what this is,” he said.
“What is it, then?”
Jason did what he’d wanted to moments before. He dragged Zach close and kissed the man, tasting the remnants of his own seed on the man’s lips. When he drew back seconds later, he looked down into Zach’s eyes.
“This is about me making you want me to fuck you so badly that you beg me for it,” he said, cupping Zach’s cheek. “I want you so delirious with need that once I finally do let you come that you forget your own name.”
Zach shuddered against him.
“You’re being punished,” Jason said. “So the reward’s that much sweeter when you finally earn it.”
Zach met his stare. “Okay. I’ll trust you.”
Jason sensed the vulnerability of the man he held, and it brought out his protective instinct. He caressed Zach’s cheek with his palm. “While you’re earning your reward, I’ll be earning more of that trust.”
Zach relaxed slightly against him, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He gripped the base of Zach’s shaft and began to stroke, all while capturing the man’s mouth. Jason groaned as Zach moved his hips, fucking his fist.
Another idea formed as he stroked Zach’s cock… one that nearly had him hard again. He’d give Zach a little reward… just so he could amp up the punishment.
It didn’t take long for Zach to come. He cried out against Jason’s hungry lips, his seed shooting and hitting the wall. When he came down from his high, his body sagged against Jason for a moment.
Jason held tight, loving the feeling of being the guy’s rock.
“Hurry up,” Jason said, trying to back away from getting too close, too soon. “I’m famished. That orgasm left me hungry.”
Zach chuckled and backed away.
“Once you’re done, wrap up in a towel and come down to the kitchen.”
“The kitchen?”
Jason nodded. “The kitchen.” A smile crossed his handsome lips before he left the shower. “Oh, and pee before you come down.”
Chapter Twelve
Zach finished his shower as quickly as he could. He got out, dried off, and did as instructed. He glanced into the bedrooms, searching to see if Jason was still upstairs, but most of the rooms looked unfinished and empty. Moving on, he descended the stairs and went in search of the kitchen, which was at the very back of the house.
It was a large, grand old kitchen. It was half renovated, a work still in progress. Jason stood before a hot plate. A pan was on the burner, and Jason wore a pair of latex gloves.
“What kind of science experiment are we having?” Zach asked, frowning.
Jason grabbed a pair of tongs and reached into the pot. He lifted out a piece of silver metal. It had a thin tube slightly thinner and shorter than a straw with a curve and circle.
“What’s that?”
“A cum stopper,” Jason said as he laid the metal down on a paper towel beside the burner. “I was sterilizing it.”
“A what?”
Jason met his stare. “A penis plug.”
Zach suddenly couldn’t breathe. He remembered the tip of Jason’s tongue at his slit and how amazing it had felt. “What… what do you do with it?”
“It slides into the urethra,” Jason said, pointing to the narrow length. “And this circle wraps around the glans so it stays in place.” He lifted his stare. “You’re going to wear it through dinner.”
“Come on,” Zach said, knowing there was no way he could be in public with that thing inside his cock.
Jason smiled. “I saw how you reacted to my tongue. Imagine how good this is gonna feel.”
Zach struggled for air. “I… I can’t wear that. Not out.” He grabbed the edge of the island for stability. “I won’t be able to think straight.”
“That’s the idea,” Jason said, capturing his gaze. “I don’t want you thinking straight. At any point this weekend.”
Zach felt his entire body trembling. Jason poured some rubbing alcohol into a glass bowl and then lowered the plug into the liquid. “Come here,” he said. “Jump up on the island.”
Zach lifted up and sat on the surface. Jason stepped between his knees and pushed his thighs open before peeling back the towel. Once he was bared, Jason grabbed his semi-soft cock and wiped the whole thing off with some of the rubbing alcohol.
“This always needs to be clean and sanitized,” Jason said. “I want this to be safe for you.”
All Zach could do was nod his head.
Once Jason was done cleaning his cock, he leaned in for a kiss. Zach melted against the man, so wound up he could barely think straight. He was
starved for the man’s touch…
After a few minutes, Jason drew back and lifted a bottle.
“What’s that?” Zach asked, his throat dry.
“Special urethral lubricant,” Jason said as he opened the bottle. He took the tip of Zach’s cock and squeezed the head slightly to spread open the slit.
He gasped as Jason squeezed a thin stream of lube down his shaft. The sensation sent a shockwave through him—a mix of pleasure and pain that leaned toward the former. A groan rumbled up his chest.
“Feel good?” Jason asked.
“Yeah,” Zach moaned, the sensation ebbing into more pleasure.
Jason reached into the bowl and carefully touched the plug. “I think it’s cool enough,” he whispered.
“Is it going to hurt?”
“It shouldn’t be too much. If it does, I stop. You just say the word.”
Zach met the man’s stare and nodded.
After Jason coated the surface with more of the lube, he put the tapered end of the length against the slit. “Not too warm?”
Zach shook his head. “N-no. It feels good.”
Jason smiled and slowly inserted the plug inside his cock. Zach grasped Jason’s strong shoulders as the thing slid inside him. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he felt the circle tucking behind his glans.
He felt the urge to come… but was being held back from it, too. Stuck on the edge… this was going to be torment. He trembled all over, the feeling overwhelming.
“This should hold it in place,” Jason said, running his thumb over the circle against his glans. “You won’t be able to pee or come while it’s inside you.” He peeled the gloves off and eyed his handwork. “How’s it feel?”
“Like I need to shoot a load and can’t.”
Jason grinned. “Good.”
“Asshole,” he spat.
Jason laughed. “Let’s find you something to wear so we can eat.”
As if he could think about eating.
* * * *
Jason sat across from Zach at the dinner table, watching the guy struggling. Zach hadn’t sat still through dinner at the new upscale eatery on Kent Street. Sweat dotted his brow. His pupils were dilated. His breathing was rapid. Knowing how much Zach was suffering excited him more than it should.
Not because Zach was in pain… but because he knew how good the man would feel when he was finally allowed to come again. Jason wasn’t sure if that was tonight… or tomorrow… or Sunday.
Part of him wanted to see how long Zach could stand the torture. And just how big the orgasm was when Zach exploded. But then, he’d need to take the plug out tonight…and that would likely make the guy come from extraction alone. When Jason had plugged his own cock with his favorite toys, the removal was the best part.
His first time, he’d only lasted two hours. Zach was approaching that mark. Jason glanced at his phone to note the time. T-minus fifteen minutes and counting…
“Are you two ready for some dessert?” the waiter asked, offering a dessert menu to them both.
Jason wasn’t one for sweets—and he’d already had more than his fill over the last few weeks at the Blueberry Éclair. He needed to watch himself, but the agony of waiting longer before they could leave was tempting. “Do you want any dessert?” he asked Zach.
“No,” he all but moaned. “I’m ready to go.”
“Not quite yet,” Jason said. “The night is young.” He turned to the waiter. “I’ll have coffee and a Crème Brulee.”
“Nothing for you, sir?” the waiter asked Zach.
“Coffee,” Zach said, frowning.
“Do you really need the caffeine?” Jason asked. “You’re pretty wound up. Maybe a scotch. Or some whiskey?”
Zach met his stare before turning to the waiter. “Whiskey sounds good.”
“Yes, sir,” the waiter said before departing.
Once they were alone, Zach turned to him. “I can’t do this much longer.”
“Does it hurt?”
Zach closed his eyes, his lips parting. He looked like he could moan right then and there, but didn’t. When he reopened his stare, he looked almost drunk with lust. “It doesn’t hurt. The only thing hurting is trying to stay still and keep my clothes on. Your clothes on.”
Jason eyed him again, liking the fact Zach was covered in his things. They’d found a pair of drawstring shorts and a t-shirt that wasn’t too large. It worked for the night, but Zach would need to bring some clothes to leave for next time.
Next time?
Jason froze for a second, shocked his mind was already going to more.
“Punishment isn’t easy,” he crooned, smiling.
Zach glared at him. “You’re killing me.”
“This is just the beginning.”
Zach shuddered, his palms resting on the edge of the table like he was holding on for dear life.
“I’ve got one bedroom finally finished… and set up for this weekend. Did you see it when you went to use the bathroom?”
“No,” Zach said.
Jason smiled. “I’ve got a bench to bind you to… where I can spank you.” He felt a tremor race up his spine just thinking of it. “A cross to chain you to for a flogging. A swing to hold you up as I fuck that sweet little ass of yours.”
Zach gripped the edge harder, his knuckles turning white.
The waiter came with the coffee, dessert, and whiskey.
“I’ll take my dessert to go,” he asked, without looking up. “I need the check.”
“Yes, sir,” the waiter said quickly.
Zach grabbed the liquor and downed it before it could be whisked away.
Chapter Thirteen
“Take your clothes off,” Jason demanded as soon as they were behind closed doors again.
Zach kicked off the borrowed sandals and pulled the t-shirt over his head before he moved to untie the drawstring at his waist. The shorts floated down and puddled around his ankles. He wore no underwear, his hard shaft jutting before him, thick and hard. His cock was angry and red looking, and harder than he could ever recall it being.
“Go to the top of the stairs. I’ll be up in a moment.”
Zach nodded and obeyed the command. His legs felt like rubber, but he did as he was told. Not long after he reached the top, Jason began climbing up behind him, carrying a bag with him.
“Last door on the left, just after the bathroom,” Jason told him.
He headed in that direction, his whole body shaking. He could barely breathe from the excitement of what was to come. Zach had already sensed Jason’s excitement as well… and felt quite sure this wasn’t a matter of revenge.
Jason’s gaze told him all he needed to know.
He looked over his shoulder and saw the man trailing behind him in the low light. The only illumination came from the bathroom, which he’d forgotten to turn off when he’d come down. When he reached the end of the hall, he went to the door he’d been instructed and opened it.
Inside, just as Jason had said, held a surplus of sex furniture. In the middle of the room was a large bed. Along the edge of it were several contraptions that Zach wasn’t completely sure of.
“Go on inside,” Jason murmured, his voice deeper than it had been before.
Zach took a couple of steps, unsure which direction to turn.
“The swing,” Jason added.
Zach eyed the contraption, swallowing thickly. The thing had cuffs and chains… he’d be completely at Jason’s mercy. As soon as he stood before it, he closed his eyes and envisioned himself bound in it.
He heard the sounds of snaps opening and lifted his lids.
Jason stood staring at him closely. “Ready?”
Zach nodded, not trusting his voice.
“Come here,” Jason mumbled.
Zach approached and was soon dragged by the wrist. He found himself against Jason’s strong body and could feel the man trembling ever so slightly. Somehow, it helped calm Zach a little to know Jason was as amped up as he
was. The playing field was leveled a bit…
Jason lowered his head and stole a kiss before wrapping the cuff around the wrist he held. One more cuff on the wrist and Jason moved before him. “Give me a leg.”
Zach leaned back against the swing and brought one leg up. A strap was placed around his ankle, and another mid-thigh before Jason lifted Zach’s other leg and did the same.
Arms and legs spread apart, he was indeed at Jason’s mercy.
He watched as the man grabbed a paddle from the nearby bed and returned to the swing.
“Now’s the time for the true punishment to begin,” Jason said.
Zach tensed, a tiny part of him worried, but as soon as the paddle fell and struck him on the ass, he knew he’d been right to trust the man.
It hurt. Deliciously. And no more than he could endure. Another came… and another, his body shaking from the torment of it all.
Jason watched him closely between the strikes of the paddle. He lovingly ran his fingers gently over the warmed spots where Zach had been hit. Somehow, it helped. The soft caresses between the pain.
“What’s my name?” Jason asked, his tone almost angry.
The next strike of the paddle held none of that anger.
“I asked you a question. What’s my name?”
“Jason,” he cried.
“Say it again.”
“Jason.”
Jason lifted the paddle and struck him again. “Louder.”
“Jason!”
The man unzipped his pants and pushed his pants down over his hips some before grabbing a condom from the bed and sheathing himself. Seconds later, he felt the broad tip of he guy’s cock against his ass.
“I can’t hold back,” he whispered. “I wanted to make you beg and here I am begging you. I need to be inside you.”
“Fuck me,” Zach begged him, trying to make it easier for Jason. “Pleasssse, fuck me, Jason.”
Jason paused just long enough to slather some lube on the crack of Zach’s ass before sliding the head inside the tight hole.
Zach cried out. He’d never been fucked in the ass… luckily he regularly played with a plug or dildo when he masturbated. The cock inside him felt ten million times better than any toy he’d used.
