Page 15 of Bondage Play

Terry pressed his lips together so hard, he was afraid he might bite into them.Rat bastard.

“Oh, this won’t do, won’t do at all.” Phil pumped Terry’s softening erection for several strokes, his grip sure and strong. He wiped his thumb across the leaking tip, swirling it before teasing Terry’s glans. His hips jerked, but the movement was stopped abruptly by his bonds. Terry whimpered as Phil jacked him more, his inability to aid in Phil’s efforts unbelievably frustrating.

Wait. Didn’t he say there would be no coming today?

Phil switched from masturbating him to securing his junk. So far, they’d only used the cage so attaching a cock ring didn’t seem as if it would be too bad.

“That’s much better. Now you can stay just like this while you satisfy me. Your swollen balls and red-tipped cock hard and wet, begging for release but prevented from having it.”

Okay, maybe a tiny bit bad.

The ache in his sac clearly made it less than good. He’d never been one to deny himself much. When he wanted to get off, he did. On occasion, he might slow it down a few times to make his orgasm stronger, but not for hours at a time. Even though the spanking hadn’t worked out as a punishment, apparently Phil had managed to find something else that did.

Phil stopped manipulating his genitals and Terry sensed him rising. Terry grunted, Phil yanking his head back by the hair and almost toppling him over again. This time, Phil held him fast, the strands clutched between his fingers the only thing preventing Terry from falling. The pain was sharp, but even if he hadn’t had the cock ring on, he was sure he would’ve remained rock hard. It had begun to occur to him that the pain play Phil had mentioned a few times might be something he’d want to explore after all. Every time they did something with a bite of pain, Terry would get even more turned on than he already was.

“Open your mouth nice and wide.” Terry immediately obeyed. “That’s my good little cocksucker. I’m gonna fuck that throat of yours until I fill you with my cum.” Phil squeezed Terry’s chin with the hand not pulling on his hair. “And don’t miss a drop if you plan on coming tomorrow.”

His cock throbbed within the confines of the ring, the ache changing from purely frustrating to overwhelmingly hot.

Terry followed Phil’s orders and the first harsh thrust of Phil’s prick sliding across his tongue made the ring around his junk tighten. Phil’s arousal spurred him on and he sucked greedily, swiping his tongue all around the head, flicking the glans, then pushing the tip of his tongue into the slit. Phil groaned as he gripped Terry’s hair tighter, punching his hips, driving his cock deeper until it bumped the back of Terry’s throat.

Terry choked and sputtered around Phil’s dick a few times until he was able to open up enough to take him all the way in. Phil hadn’t slowed his rhythm, so Terry wasn’t able to swallow around his shaft for several strokes. At last he accomplished it, Phil pausing, keeping his cock buried as Terry worked his throat muscles around it.

“Yeah, that’s it. Take it so good.”

Phil pulled out until his cockhead rested on Terry’s lower lips, just enough so Terry could suck in another breath. Then he thrust forward again. This time when Terry swallowed, Phil let loose a cry, his hot, salty seed pulsing down Terry’s throat. All that existed to him, the only thing his mind latched onto, was pleasing his Master. He wouldn’t let any of his Master’s cum escape his lips. He’d suck and swallow it down, then meticulously clean him with his mouth.

It wasn’t until Phil gently pulled his shaft from between Terry’s lips that he snapped back to an awareness of his surroundings. Phil caressed his head, stroking the sweat-dampened strands back from his face. Terry’s arousal remained strong, but he no longer focused on it. Instead, he needed reassurance from Phil that he’d done a good job and that his Master was pleased with him.

“Mmm.” Phil cupped Terry’s face with one hand, emotion rising within him as he closed his eyes and leaned into his Master’s touch. “You performed for me perfectly.” Phil stroked Terry’s cheek with his thumb. “Now remain my good, obedient baby and stay still while I untie you.”

Terry swallowed hard as disappointment slammed into his chest. He pressed his lips together before he could blurt something out.We barely got started. But he wouldnotdisappoint his Master when he’d just been praised for doing such a good job.I don’t make the decisions, he does. He repeated it in his head, over and over like a mantra, sinking into a place outside ofhimself where the sensation of Phil’s assured fingers as he released his bonds were the only thing that mattered.

Terry’s body shook as his breathing accelerated. He swallowed over and over, his throat raw, his mind switching to the act of keeping himself steady so he wouldn’t simply crumple onto the rug, a boneless, sobbing mess. Phil slid the mask from Terry’s eyes, and he blinked repeatedly as his vision adjusted to the low light of the room.

“Let me help you up.”

Phil gripped Terry’s biceps, his strength a comfort as he guided Terry to his feet. He wobbled, and Phil drew him into his arms, murmuring soft words of love and praise while caressing Terry’s back.

Phil loosened his hold then took one of Terry’s hands, twining their fingers together. “Come along. I want you face down on the bed.”

Terry allowed himself to be led the short distance to their bed, noting that Phil remained clothed. Terry idly wondered when it was that Phil had put himself to rights and was amazed that he hadn’t been aware of Phil taking his cock out in the first place until it had been shoved past his lips.

Phil assisted him onto his stomach, positioning him with a pillow stuffed under his abdomen, encouraging his ass up.Yeah. A good, hard fucking.Even if he wasn’t allowed to come, he’d still get plenty of enjoyment from it. Phil’s thick cock spreading him open, stretching him until the burn was almost too much to bear, then filling him up—it had never been as good as it was with Phil.

The sweet slide of Phil’s lubed finger as he slipped it into Terry’s body drew a satisfied moan from him. Sometimes the desperate need for a harsh fuck made prolonged prep an annoyance, but he wanted to savor the moment with his Master. He found it startling that he could feel so sated whenhis need was still so strong. The bondage had given him an unexpected satisfaction.

Phil added a second finger, twisting them inside his body, delving deeper with each swirl of his wrist. Terry’s hips thrust of their own accord and Phil placed his free hand solidly on Terry’s lower back.

“Take what I give you and nothing more. Your body is my property, mine to use as I see fit.”

Terry’s dick throbbed within its confines. He wondered whether the cock ring came with a no-come guarantee. Even though his nuts were more swollen than he could ever remember them being, he was pretty sure he could pump some cum out if it got to that point. But the fear of failing his Master brought him back from the edge.

Phil removed his fingers after lazily fucking him with them, but never giving more than a light brush over his prostate.Thank God.If Phil had really worked his gland good, all bets would’ve been off.

Terry took a deep breath then let it out slowly, anxious for Phil’s cock. He was fairly certain he could withstand the onslaught of Phil’s amazing prick without disobeying his Master. He almost chuckled.It is pretty amazing.Not only was it beautiful to look at, Phil knew how to use it.

The next sensation to hit him was the feel of something cold and hard pushing against his rim.