God, I loved this man.
The gag was, of course inflatable, and I settled the cord and pumper against his throat until I was ready to use it. Before then, I wanted to drive him mad.
I climbed off the bed and went back to the bag, grabbing a bottle of lube. I squirted a small amount into my hand and climbed between his legs, stroking his cock until it shined with lubricant and precum under the light of the room. With my other hand, I massaged and tugged on his balls, letting him walk toward his orgasm without ever really getting close.
Fifteen minutes later, Kevin had started to sweat and my arm started to cramp, so I released him. He arched off the bed with a whimper, but quickly settled himself back against the sheets
“If you can’t pretend you’re bound, I’ll bind you,” I said. “But I think you’ll want your hands later.”
Not that he had real use of his hands, but he’d find out what I meant soon enough.
I leaned over the edge of the bed and grabbed a silicone sleeve out of the toys, lubricating it before sliding the cold silicone around his erection. Sweat trickled down his throat, and I climbed off the bed, plugging the vibrator into the wall before fitting the balled head of it into the sleeve attachment.
I flicked the power switch and Kevin cried out, trying to make noise around the cock in his mouth. It was a delicious sound that had my own cock throbbing for release, so while I steadied the vibrator with one hand, I stroked myself with the other.
Nothing made me harder than watching Kevin hurt. When he was desperate and his mind fought with his body for control, for an orgasm, for pleasure. It made me throb with desire for him. And then that glorious time when he shut down and gave in. When Kevin went pliant and limp for me. When he submitted to me.
My perfect submissive masochist.
I recognized the noises coming from the gag and I quickly detached the vibrator from the sleeve and turned it off, dropping it on the edge of the bed. Kevin bucked, his hips jerking and searching for pleasure he wouldn’t find. I rolled the sleeve off of his cock and tossed it to the side, giving his erection a couple rough strokes in my fist.
Opening the lube, I reached behind me and slicked my own hole, then settled on top of him. With a sharp inhale, his muscles tightened as he realized what was happening, and I watched the way he fought to not reach for me. His elbows bent and the mitts lifted from the bed. He made a needy noise as the head of his cock pushed into me. It was an easy slide and I settled myself around him, then grabbed the squeeze ball on the end of the gag and pumped the cock in Kevin’s mouth full of air.
I closed my eyes and fucked myself with his cock, picturing the way the rubber cock in his mouth was getting bigger, the way it must have been pushing against his tongue and the roof of his mouth, the backs of his teeth. His eyebrows raised—I saw them from above the leather edge of the blindfold, and my muscles tightened around him.
“You look scared now, Kevin.” I rocked back and forth on his cock, the head tipping against my prostate whenever I caught the right angle. I inflated the gag some more. Kevin was at war with himself and I’d never loved him more. He was going to hate me for what came next, but it would be worth it in the end.
I squeezed the gag two more times, then bent forward and pinched his nostrils closed.
“Don’t come,” I grunted in his ear, riding him toward my own release.
Beneath me, his body turned tense as he fought to breathe, fought to avoid his orgasm. I could feel the way his chest labored against mine, the way he tried to suck in breaths he’d never feel. And then it happened, as I knew it would.
One of his hands came toward me, the fight or flight instinct kicking in. The leather mitt swatted against the hand I had on his nose, but he wasn’t able to get a hold of me, wasn’t able to get a breath. I listened to the small bursts of air he was able to manage through the cracks in the gag, observed the way his cheeks were a sweaty and dark crimson.
“Kevin,” I warned, still working myself open with his dick in my ass.
He scrabbled against me one more time and then with a whine, he settled. He stretched his hands back toward the corners of the bed, his muscles unwinding and going soft against me.
He submitted himself to me.
“Kevin.” I made a fist around my own cock. “Come now and I’ll let you breathe.”
It took nothing more than that, his cock thickening and pulsing inside of me, shooting hot ribbons of wetness into the deepest parts of my ass. I let go his nose and flipped the release valve on the gag, yanked off the blindfold and came so hard myself that I painted his face with it.
Kevin’s eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks slippery with tears, and after I’d wrung the entirety of my own release out of my balls, I reached behind his head and unclasped the gag.
He opened his mouth to speak after I removed it, but I stopped him, instead crashing our mouths together and kissing the words right out of him. I kissed him until his cock softened and slipped out of me, and I kissed him while I worked open the mitts on his hands. I kissed him when he reached for me, when he sat up with me on his lap and held my face in his hands. I kissed him when he cried and when his body seized from the ferocity of his breakdown, and I kissed him as he calmed and stilled and settled into my arms.
“You’re mine,” I promised him, breaking the kiss and dragging my swollen lips toward his ear. “You submit to me in all things, in all ways, and I’ll take care of you for the rest of your life.”
He made a soft sound as his arms wrapped around me, fingers pressing into my back.
“Was that a proposal?” he asked, voice cracking from lack of use.
“It’s the last thing I’ll ever ask you, Kevin.” I kissed his earlobe. “If you say yes, your decisions become mine.”
He held me tighter and then made me the happiest man on the planet.
