Jimmy practically tore his shirt off, watching Cold pull out a thick coil of rope and approach him. He swallowed nervously, not sure what was about to happen but unable to hide his excitement.
“Safe word?” Cold asked.
“Ice,” Jimmy replied breathlessly.
“Kneel,” Cold commanded.
Jimmy dropped down obediently, all smiles as Cold expertly bound his hands together. The excess rope was strung into the hook above them, Cold pulling it tight until Jimmy’s arms were raised high above his head.
Jimmy took a deep breath, testing the draw of the rope. Any higher and he would have to raise his body up to prevent the rope pulling on his wrists. He looked up at Cold, his stomach light and bubbling with anticipation.
Cold was getting something from the bedside, returning soon with a gag.
Oh, but this wasn’t Jimmy’s normal ball gag. This one was new, made of shiny black vinyl, and instead of a ball it had an open ring of silicone shaped like a pair of lush red lips.
“Fuck,” Jimmy panted, staring at the new toy in awe. It took him a few seconds before he realized he had seen it before. He narrowed his eyes at Cold accusingly. “Been looking at my wish lists again, haven’t you?”
“It’s not my fault you forget to close your browser,” Cold pointed out smugly.
“Fair enough.”
“Now,” Cold was quick to ask, “your nonverbal signals?”
“Two fingers for slow down,” Jimmy replied with a nod. “Four fingers to stop.”
“Good boy,” Cold said, petting through Jimmy’s hair.
Jimmy sighed at the loving touch and opened his mouth expectantly.
Cold carefully set the gag in Jimmy’s mouth, buckling the straps around his head and checking the fit. He stepped back to admire the gorgeous sight, palming the bulge in his pants as he said, “And don’t you look lovely.”
Jimmy couldn’t answer him, licking over the fresh and strong taste of silicone in his mouth. His cock was hard in his jeans, a sharp contrast to the gelatin quality of his other muscles. He was relaxed and ready, and his eyes were wide with want as he looked up at Cold.
Cold slid his hands down the rope, playfully ruffling through Jimmy’s hair again before beginning to unbutton his pants and pull his fly open.
Jimmy tensed, tugging impatiently at the ropes as he watched every flick of Cold’s fingers intently. He was already salivating when he saw the thick head of Cold’s cock peeking out from his boxers.
Cold stepped forward, rubbing his cock along the strap of the gag, under Jimmy’s nose. “You wanted to learn about gags, my love. The benefit of silence and unspoken compliance is without compare.”
Jimmy moaned, trying to tilt his head to catch Cold’s cock in his mouth.
Cold allowed just the head to pass through the silicone lips, only enough for Jimmy’s tongue to catch a brief taste of him as he continued to drawl, “It teaches patience, obedience, submission.”
Jimmy groaned quietly, the first hint of drool bubbling up around his bottom lip.
Cold saw it as the wetness caught the light. He visibly shuddered at the sight, pushing his cock through the hole in the gag and sighing loudly when the wet heat of Jimmy’s mouth surrounded him.
Jimmy’s eyes fluttered shut; he grunted as Cold’s cock worked in and out of his mouth. He couldn’t swallow all the saliva pooling in his cheeks, helpless as Cold slowly fucked his throat. He was relaxed enough to control his gag reflex, breathing in between each thrust as Cold pushed deeper.
Cold ran his nails through Jimmy’s hair, lightly scratching his scalp as he praised, “Beautiful.” His fingers held on firmly, his cock thrusting in deep and holding for a few seconds. “You can take it, Mr. Poe... I know you can.”
Jimmy tensed, working through the urge to choke and quickly inhaling when Cold pulled out. He could feel drool dripping down his chin and onto his chest, his eyes watering as he gazed up adoringly at his lover.
Cold stuck his cock back inside Jimmy’s mouth, holding again and sighing pleasurably as he twitched. He started fucking his throat hard, his eyes focused on the drool dripping from Jimmy’s lips and slicking up around his shaft.
Jimmy let the restraints take his weight, leaning forward into every brutal slam of Cold’s big cock. Tears were racing down his face like rivers, joining the moisture at his chin and dribbling down his chest. He felt so happy that he could bring Cold such pleasure, his heart racing when he got the first taste of cum splashing over his tongue.
“My good boy,” Cold grunted, his hips stuttering throughout his climax. “Such a fucking good boy for me.”
