Page 18 of Bondage Play

Is he even listening to me?“I justtoldyou.” Terry kept as much snark as possible out of his voice.

“Right. But you also told me that you wanted to learn how to keep the noise out of your head, that it was something you wanted for us to work on together. Are you experiencing bad pain, or emotional distress, fear, sadness? Anything you can’t handle?” Phil placed a gentle hand on his belly. “And there’s no judgment if you are. That’s the exact reason you have your safeword.” Phil nodded at Terry’s obvious predicament. “Particularly in a situation like this when you’re incapacitated.”

Terry shook his head. “No, nothing like that.”

“Then can you trust that everything I’m doing right now is for your benefit, even if it isn’t clear to you?”

Phil held his gaze and Terry knew the truth of his words.

“Flame.”

Phil brushed their lips together then whispered against them. “Very proud of you right now.”

Okay. That alone makes this all worth it.And Phil was right. The rope before, the cuffs now, the forced arousal—allof it was damn hot. Maybe if he quit questioning, he could actually let go andenjoyit.

Phil had gone back to scrolling through their movie watchlist. “Of course, I could find some porn if you’re more in the mood for that.” Phil gave him a sideways glance and smirk.

“Action.” There was no fucking way he was watching porn while he was all trussed up the way he was.

Phil had the nerve to chuckle. “Good choice for you, not as much fun for me.”

Once they’d settled on a film, Phil made good on his word. He snuggled up to Terry as they watched the movie and Terry found himself more than once completely forgetting that he was plugged and cuffed to the bed, his cock and balls tied up and swollen. However, any movement reminded him immediately.

Phil idly tweaked one of Terry’s nipples.

“Hey!”

“Shh. I can’t hear the dialogue.” Phil flicked the other one.

Terry bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out.Wouldn’t want him to miss any lines from the fucking movie.

The teasing increased, and there wasn’t the slightest chance he could ignore his heated erection or aching balls. Need coiled low in his belly and cock ring or not, he wasn’t sure if he could hold back if things got too much more intense.

Phil ran a finger over one full ball then the next, his touch both soft and maddening as he continued to trail it over Terry’s sensitive skin. Even as he continued to torture Terry, Phil’s eyes never left the screen. Soon, he mapped out Terry’s body, his palm moving gently, bringing his nerves to the surface. It was as if Terry was no longer solid, as if he were simply sensation and nothing else.

Terry cried out as Phil’s hot, wet tongue lapped at his tipagain. He managed not to swear, but made plenty of pained sounds instead.

“I think I’ll pause the movie, if you don’t mind.”

Oh, thank God he stopped licking me. He never imagined he’d ever think such a thing.

“Mmm.” Phil shoved his hand down his sweatpants and it was blatantly clear what he was doing. “Do you have any idea how turned on you make me, baby? Look at you. Cuffed to my bed, your prick hard and flushed, glistening from my spit and your pre-cum. And to know that your ass is stretched and lubed, waiting for me if I should need it…” Phil’s hand worked his own dick under the cover of his loose pants. “I can’t decide which one I want.”

Which one?

It was Terry’s turn to be proud of himself. He wouldn’t ask, he’d leave it up to Phil to determine whether or not Terry needed to know.

Phil drew his hand out of his pants. “It’s been so long since I’ve been filled, and how can I resist that glorious, fully erect cock just waiting for me?”

Holy shit.

He’d never fucked Phil the entire time he’d known him. Although, under the circumstances, Terry had little doubt he wouldn’t be the one doing the fucking. It was more that Phil would fuck himself by using Terry’s body.

Small beads of sweat formed at his hairline, his upper lip. Just the thought was going to make Terry shoot and Phil hadn’t even impaled himself yet.

Phil rose from the bed, dropped his pants then reached into the nightstand drawer. He pulled out a tube of slick and squirted some onto his fingers. Phil reached behind himself, his eyes closing as he licked his lips. He moved his arm, undoubtedly fingering his own ass. The sight had Terry transfixed.

Phil pulled his fingers out then picked up the lube again. This time, he squirted some on Terry’s heated erection, the coolness of the liquid causing him to jump, the plug giving him a sharp zing of pleasure. His heart jackhammered, sweat pouring freely as he fought the urge to come.