"This doesn't look or feel like a beginner's work, Tom."
He shrugged. "Okay, let's just say for argument that I've been investigating and learning more lately, but this is the first time I've tied it all on a person other than myself." I tried to imagine Tom tying himself up in the rope, and it made my cock stiffen more. I glanced down relieved that nothing was poking out down the inner thigh of my trunks. He asked, “Are you ready to go further?"
I slowly nodded. I wasn’t sure what Tom meant, but I answered, "I think so." I twisted my torso and tugged at my wrists. It was all tight and secure, and I loved the sensation of my muscles flexing against the restraint.
"You look great. I want you to know that. Now lie down on your stomach."
A blush rose in my cheeks when I heard the compliment. I followed Tom's instructions and did my best to lower myself to my side before I rolled over onto my stomach with my wrists secured in the middle of my back.
I heard Tom moving around behind me, and I tried to turn my head to see what he was doing. He focused on my ankles. First, the rope wrapped around each individually and then he pulled them tight together crossed one over the other like my wrists. A surge of excitement flowed through my body when I realized I was almost entirely helpless. I tried to find any loose spots in the rope with my fingertips, but everything was secure. He moved the ends of the rope well out of my reach. My hands were comfortable without any tingling, but the ropes were tight and unyielding.
Next, he pulled my ankles upward toward the middle of my back. Tom tied the ankle rope into the harness to complete a traditional hogtie. I felt the stretch through my body, but a difficult to explain sense of comfort overwhelmed any potential for pain. Tom scooted forward and ran his fingers over the buzzed hair on my head. "Is everything okay?"
My cheek was crushed into the mat, but I could still speak comfortably. "Yes."
"How does it feel?"
I swallowed hard. "Umm, is it okay if I say it's kinda hot? You won't think I'm weird or something, will you?”
Tom laughed softly at first, and then he laughed harder. “I’ve never thought you were in the least bit weird.” He reached toward my shoulders and hips and pulled me over, so I was lying on my side bound tightly and facing away from him. "Honestly, I appreciate you saying that. There's one last thing I want to add." He reached around to my belly and gave my abs a light slap. "I'll be right back."
I heard his footsteps, but I couldn't see what he was doing without rolling back over to my front or my back. I started to roll, but then I stopped myself. Something in my head told me I should ask permission first if I was going to change my position. With no warning, a cloth was pulled firmly over my eyes and tied behind my head. I didn’t hear Tom coming back. I was blindfolded. My heart pounded faster. An involuntary grunt escaped my mouth in response.
In a gentle voice, Tom asked, “Is it all still okay?”
I whispered, "Yes."
What followed next was unexpected and rattled my entire understanding of the summer. I heard a slight rustling on the mat, and then Tom slid up behind me. He was unmistakably hard and pressed his body into mine. "Joel, tell me to stop if anything I do makes you feel uncomfortable."
His voice was soothing. I was nervous, but I didn't want any of it to stop. I wanted to melt into Tom's body. I loved the way he held onto me. He was in complete control. I wanted to know that I could do nothing to stop him from doing anything.
Tom’s abs pressed into my tied hands, and I touched them with my fingertips for the first time. They were firm as I pressed against them. It was the first exploratory touching of his body I’d experienced. We often hugged, but I didn’t get to let my hands roam. It was entirely different from the casual physical contact when we roughhoused in the water.
Tom's strong right hand rested on my chest. One of his fingertips rubbed over a nipple causing it to grow hard. He tightened a thumb and index finger against the stiff nub tugging away from my body while he leaned down and kissed my cheek. I couldn't stop myself from moaning. He asked, “Does it feel good?”
I whispered, “Uh huh.” My heart pounded so hard that I was worried it would explode out of my chest. I held my breath when let go of the nipple, and his index finger glided down the center of my belly. Then it brushed over my trunks and my throbbing hard-on. I jerked out of both surprise and desire. I whispered, “Good..."
The touching lasted perhaps five minutes at most before Tom pushed me back onto my stomach and began to untie the ropes. I sighed heavily with a combination of disappointment and relief. The relationship between the two of us was in a new place. It was now obvious I wasn't the only one with sexual desire filling my brain. But why did he stop? I was confused by Tom pushing forward to such an erotically charged place and then abruptly stopping.
After releasing my ankles, Tom let me lie on my stomach while he kneaded at the base of my neck with his strong hands. He didn't say anything, and I didn’t know what to say. He pulled upward on the harness causing me to rise to a kneeling position. I spread my knees just wide enough to be comfortable before I sat back on my heels.
I was still blindfolded while he slowly untied the harness on my chest and then my wrists. I loved the sensation of the rope gliding across my bare skin. I wanted it to continue forever. If I couldn't stay tied up forever, maybe I could at least feel the movement of the rope on my bare skin for a few minutes longer.
Finally, Tom untied the blindfold, and I closed my eyes tight when the bright light assaulted me. I blinked and very slowly opened my eyes. When focus returned to my vision, I looked straight at Tom. He was seated cross-legged in front of me. He asked, “So how did it feel?"
My mouth was dry, and my voice was hoarse when I spoke. "Mostly awesome. It's hard to explain. I wanted to stay that way at least for a while longer."
Tom raised an eyebrow. "You didn't mind me touching you?"
I shook my head. "No, but can I ask a question?"
Tom nodded. "I told you that you can always ask me anything."
I swallowed hard. Before asking the question, I knew that it was vital that I was prepared to deal with the possible answers. "I thought you were straight. Are you gay?"
Tom grinned. “Of course I'm gay. Didn’t you figure that out? I assumed it was obvious. I think I’ve even mentioned it in an interview or two. Oops, I guess I should have brought it up before now.”
I felt instant relief, but the entire summer suddenly became much more complicated. I wondered what it meant about our relationship. Did he hire me expecting sex? Sighing, I said, "My gaydar is horrible. Ask all of my friends. I’m not sure it functions properly at all.“ I hung my head. "Did you know about me?"
“I’ll just say I had a strong hunch. Then you looked into my eyes when we met. There was something about your expression. Yep, I knew then. I had no doubts."
5
What He Wanted
By the time Tom released me from the ropes, it was late in the evening. Instead of talking, he held me close and stroked my shoulders and arms before we both decided it was time for bed. So many questions filled my mind, but I knew that it all needed to wait until the next morning. The bondage session took as much out of Tom as it did me. I could see the exhaustion in his eyes.
I was working for Tom, but I wondered if he wanted more. If he wanted something more, I wondered if I was prepared to offer it. Intensifying the physical contact loomed like both a dream come true and a potential minefield.
I slept fitfully through the night. I tossed and turned before finally sinking deep into a frightening dream. I found myself at the bottom of the ocean some distance from the island. My wrists were bound and chained to a post driven deep into the sand. I struggled to free myself and shouted into the water for Tom. Time warped, and I understood that drowning was my fate. There was no one to save me. I struggled mightily once more and then I woke sitting upright in bed gasping for air.
I turned my head and tried to remember where I was. The shapes i
n the dark were too faint for reassurance, and then I heard the waves lapping outside. Clutching the sheets, I slowly lowered myself back down into the bed. I was safe, but my fears kept me awake for nearly an hour more before I drifted back into restless sleep.
I was tired and dragging the next morning when I rolled out of bed. Tom was as cheerful as ever. His happy expression changed to one of concern when I didn't smile back at him in the kitchen. I barked out, "Coffee please."
Tom turned around and plunked a cup into the coffee maker. I rested my head on my hands while I waited for the brewing to complete, and I tried to figure out how to put words with the questions clogging my thoughts. He slipped the cup of steaming coffee in front of me and pulled a chair up close. “And good morning to you.“
I groaned. "I didn't sleep well."
He reached an arm around my shoulder. "Damn, I'm sorry. Are there any reasons why?” He leaned in a little too close for comfort, and I scooted my chair away. Tom reacted with shock and surprise. “Wow, something is wrong. Can we talk about it?"
I couldn't think of any better words for the top question on my mind, so I blurted out, “I need to ask you about something that happened to you many years ago."
Tom's left eyebrow shot up. "Can you give me a better idea of what you're talking about?"
Sipping the coffee, I felt the caffeine begin to take hold and wake me up. I wondered if I was putting myself on shaky ground, but it was too late to stop. I stared into Tom’s tense face. "You know, since I arrived, you've encouraged me to do research and to read and to make sure I'm well educated about you and your work."
"Yes, and you've done great work so far. There are no problems there."
“Well, the first night I arrived I read an article online from a Key West newspaper." I sipped the coffee again.
"About me?"
I took a deep breath before I continued. "It was about a friend of yours that disappeared when you were in high school."
Tom looked dumbstruck. His eyes searched mine. I didn't know what he wanted to see, and I worried that my hands would start to shake. I knew that my question potentially rang an alarm. If so, it was possible that my knowledge could place me in danger. I’d laid myself bare. I didn’t expect the next words out of Tom's mouth. "Can I trust you, Joel?"
"Trust me?"
Tom nodded more vigorously than before. "I'm serious. I implicitly asked you to trust me last night when I tied you up. Now I want to return that trust, so I'll ask again. I want to see it in your eyes. Can I trust you?"
I closed my fingers tight around the handle of my coffee cup. The soothing warmth spread through my hands. Something still stuck inside, but I wanted Tom to trust me. He was right. He proved the night before that I could trust him. He could have done anything to me while I was helpless. I nodded. "Yes, you can trust me."
I looked down at the table. I found a small knot in the wood and traced the small circles of the wood grain with my eyes. My heart thumped as Tom leaned closer. I felt like a bug pinned to a display board. "I should have assumed you would find out about that. I try not to read the papers particularly since my books started selling so well. Being a celebrity is like making the request, ‘Please attack me,’ to the world. I hope nobody asks me about current events. I’m willfully clueless much of the time.“
I looked up. “Is everything the article says true? You really don’t know anything?”
Tom shook his head, and then he giggled softly. "I don't mean to laugh, but there is an element of this whole story that is funny, and you don't understand right now, but you will. I’ll make sure I explain it all very soon."
I leaned back. I was confused. "What's so funny about someone disappearing? What’s so funny about someone dying? None of that sounds funny at all. Not even worth a giggle.”
Tom reached out and gripped my shoulder. "That's just it. That's what's funny. Richard isn't dead. In fact, Richard got exactly what he wanted. Mark my words. I’m telling you the truth.“
I spoke slowly. "I'm not following..."
His expression was suddenly more serious. “You trust me. You've proven that. I trust you. We're going to take a trip to Key West soon, and I'll clear up this little mystery. You might laugh, too, when you find out the truth. Richard won when he disappeared. For now, simply trust me about that point. The newspaper isn't grinding an ax against me, and they aren’t lying. I know who is driving the story, and the writers for the newspaper are only reporting what they know. The problem is they only know one small portion of the entire story. It’s like they’re trying to figure out the whole image of a jigsaw puzzle when they only have one corner of the picture.“
One sentence of Tom’s comments echoed in my head. “Richard won when he disappeared.” It made no sense to me. It made me both curious and unsettled.
"I know we haven't had breakfast yet, but would you be up for a short swim?"
I stared into his eyes when he asked the question and remembered my dream. My dreams were never clairvoyant in the past, and I didn't want them to start. My first instinct was to say no and attempt to back away from him, but an equal force inside wanted to be fearless and continue trusting Tom. I wanted to hold onto the trust. With a quaver in my voice, I said, "Yes."
I followed Tom to the beach and centered myself in his wake as we swam. When he stopped, I stopped. He turned to face me, and we both treaded water. We were both silent for several minutes while we treaded water watching each other and keeping an eye on the smallest movements. Then he pushed forward, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.
Shock raced through my body, but I followed my instinct and parted my lips, His warm, sensual, wet tongue entered my mouth. I sucked on it hungrily. There was no way to deny it anymore. I wanted Tom, and I wanted him badly. I also wanted him to want me.
He slid fingertips down over my belly under the water. They found the bulge in my trunks and massaged with a firm grip. His actions were bold and direct. I moaned into his mouth and clung to his muscular body with both of my hands. He whispered a question in my ear. "Is this what you want?"
I couldn't speak. Instead, I nodded and kissed Tom’s neck and let out a louder, guttural moan.
He whispered forcefully. "No, Joel, I don’t want a nod. I want to hear your answer in words. Is this what you want?"
I stared into his face. I knew that my eyes pulsed with hunger, longing, and lust. "Yes, please. I want this. I want you."
His strong fingers massaged my balls, and he kissed me hard again. Tom held my body tight with his other arm while he kicked rhythmically to stay afloat. I held his body tightly and wanted him to devour me. He said, “Follow me.”
Tom released me and began to swim back toward the beach. Without a word, I followed him. My brain and body flooded with desire as I watched his arms cut through the water like sharpened blades. I didn't know what he had in mind, but it wasn't my place to ask questions. I decided to let the leader lead.
Tom stood up as we neared the beach. His wet trunks adhered to his body and revealed the fact that he was as hard as me. My breath caught in my throat, and I bit my lip. In a firm, blunt tone, he said, “Into the house."
He didn't hurry. He walked with deliberation and didn't turn around to see if I would follow. He knew that I would. Our bodies dripped with water as we walked through the living room, but it didn't matter. My heart pounded watching him head for his bedroom with me a short step behind his shoulder. Tom pointed to the bed and without a word I climbed on and laid back. I glued my eyes to every one of his movements, and my ears listened for every word that left his lips.
My breath grew ragged when he pulled out rope from the night before. I accepted his wishes without fear or trepidation. As he slowly tied my wrists to the headboard of his bed, Tom spoke firmly. "I want you, too, and I will have you." After my wrists were secure, he stood up and slowly peeled off his trunks. Tom stood completely naked by the side of the bed giving me the opportunity to inspect every inch of his stunning body. Ever
y muscle was balanced and in perfect proportion. His cock was thick but not overwhelming. I longed for Tom to penetrate my body.
I closed my eyes. I knew what would come next. I was about to be fucked by a world-famous author. No, I was about to be fucked by the most desirable man I’d ever met in my life. It didn't matter whether he was famous or not. It mattered that he wanted me, and I could trust him. It mattered that he chose me over anyone else. He plucked me out of hundreds of others and made me his own. The intellectual part of my brain tried to interfere and tell me it was all way too much too fast, but my gut, my instinct, overruled. I belonged to him.
Tom tugged off my trunks and tossed them to the floor. My cock raged at full erection, and I was defenseless. In the past, vulnerable sensations scared me. On one occasion, I even lashed out against the potential aggressor. This time it was different. This time it felt good. It felt right. Being helpless in the presence of Tom was natural. It was my place. He knelt on the bed between my legs, and I watched him roll a condom down over his magnificent cock. He was going to fuck me and mark me as his.
I gasped at the initial pain, but it did not take long for my body to relax enough to let waves of pleasure take over. He threw my legs over his shoulders while I howled and moaned. Tom reached up with one hand and clamped it over my mouth. I inhaled the scent of the briny water on his fingers and grunted helplessly. His cock began to slide forward and back in a slow rhythm.
“Fuck, you fit like a glove. I knew you would."
The hand muffled my moans as I closed my eyes to concentrate on the sensations.
"No, open your eyes. I want you to look at me. I want you to see the lust and hunger in my eyes. I want you to see how much I want you. I want you to see how much I need you."
I opened my eyes wide at his command. I could see nothing but fire in Tom's dark eyes. Tears from the intensity of the moment began to form in my eyes. My vision blurred as my eyes turned glassy. He released his grip on my mouth and rocked forward and back faster. Tom reached down to wrap his powerful fingers around my stiff cock. I moaned loud and started to close my eyes again but then pulled them back open immediately. I couldn't disobey his orders.
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