“Will this hurt you?” he asked, running the cuff along my unsecured wrist.
“No, it shouldn’t. I’m missing a bone in that arm. Congenital. Born that way. But otherwise….” I shrugged.
“Okay.” He quickly cuffed me. My hands were in front of me, but my range of motion was limited to what he’d allow. He stood and set me on my feet. I let out a moan as he half lifted and shoved me hard against the wall beside the couch. My shoulders ached a bit at the impact but not much. The cool surface against my spine sent a chill racing over my skin. I’d never had anyone do anything like this.
“What—”
Tyler stuffed something in my mouth and I thought it might be my sweater. With one huge hand on my chest, he held me in place as he sank his teeth into my left pec. It hurt, and I bit down on the cloth in my mouth, but the electric awareness that streaked through me made my cock throb, and just as I began to feel like I couldn’t take any more, the burn of his teeth eased up. He sucked on the painful spot.
“If you want me to stay the night, you leave the blindfold on.”
“What? All night?” I mumbled around my sweater, not sure he could understand me.
“I’ll doeverythingfor you. All you have to do is wear the blindfold for me.”
That sounded intense and dangerous. My cock pulsed with heat again and I rocked my hips, looking for friction he didn’t let me have. He held me flat against the wall and drew a line down my chest with his tongue, stopping above my navel.
“You will allow me to take care of you. And you will trust me.”
Letting the cloth fall from my mouth, I worked my jaw until it was loose. “I… I do trust you. I’m alive because of you.” He palmed my bulge, and I bit my lip, nodding. Wanting more. I could scream with how much I wanted him to touch my naked cock. “Yes, please. Shit.”
“Don’t trust me too much. Don’t trust anyone beyond the point of reason,” he said as he massaged along my trapped shaft. I went up on tiptoe trying to follow his touch as he pulled back.
I scowled. “What are you talking about?”
Tyler grunted and opened my pants. I forgot all about our conversation as he slipped his hand into my boxers and tugged my hard cock out into the cool air of the room. Anticipation had my toes curling. I groaned as he carefully sucked on the crown of my cock. All day I’d been thinking about him. He’d fucked me before, but this was new, and I loved the wet heat and suction almost as much as I liked it when he fucked into my ass. I struggled against the hand he still had planted in the middle of my chest but couldn’t go anywhere. Easily, he grabbed the chain of the cuffs, securing it in the hand anchoring me in place and trapping my arms at an awkward angle.
“This is mine,” he whispered and licked along my shaft. I trembled as he gently scraped his teeth from the root of my cock up along the length. I didn’t know if I loved or hated the sensation, but my hips bucked forward, and I nodded.
“Tyler,” I whined out and tried to drop my hands. To do what, I didn’t know—maybe press his face hard against my groin? Instead he danced his tongue all around my cockhead, teasing me, and I sagged back against the wall. His cologne filled my nose, something he hadn’t worn so far, but in the darkness behind the blindfold, the fresh herbal scent made my mouth water. He smelled like something I wanted to eat or roll around on—definitely rub myself against.
“Please….”
“That’s not begging,” he said in a deep, harsh voice that gave me shivers. “You can do better than that, I’m sure. I can make you do better than that.”
There was a low growl from Tyler and wet heat engulfed me. My cock pressed into a wonderful, beautiful spot in his throat that both squeezed and drew on it. I thrust and shivered and tried to move, but I was pressed flat to the wall again and couldn’t go anywhere.
Tyler bobbed his head a few times and the hammer of lust smashed me senseless. My balls drew up and a harsh burst of tingles and heat raced from my cock out into the rest of my body as I shot cum down his throat. The pleasure was so swift it took me by surprise. He swallowed around me, and I gasped, going silent as the overwhelming sensations became too much. I thrashed and jerked in his grip as I spurted a few more times, and when I came down from my high, Tyler was lovingly lapping at my slit. I grunted and tried to pull back, but he wouldn’t let me.
Gritting my teeth, I stayed there through him sucking too hard on my sensitive, spent cock, as if he was searching for every single drop of cum.
Tyler didn’t give me time to recover, only pulled me down onto my knees. He shoved me forward, and I took my weight on my right shoulder as I turned my head to rest it against the wooden floorboards. He moved around and shoved my thighs wide. Next he jerked down my jeans and boxers until my ass was naked and exposed. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but that was half the fun with Tyler. With normal guys I had a good idea of how every date night would go, but with him, there was no telling. The warm, hot swipe of his tongue across my hole left me writhing in place. The cuffs clanked as I scrabbled at the boards under my hands with my fingers.
“Please,” I moaned out, surprised I was already hardening again.
“Don’t move.”
“Where are you—”
“Lube.”
“Yes, please,” I said with a laugh.
A buzzing like the time I’d done a line of cocaine with Journey at a party swooped through my body. We’d been at a fancy uptown bash that night—in an apartment I could never afford—thrown by friends of his parents. I wouldn’t have gotten the courage to try something like that by myself. Without Journey there, telling me it would all be fine and he’d make sure I got home in one piece, I wouldn’t have a single wild story to tell. I had that same trust for Tyler I had with Journey… only more, somehow, even though I barely knew him.
It probably had something to do with all the orgasms. I turned my head toward the floor and smiled in secret, my face heating. Yes, it was definitely all the mind-destroying, soul-deep orgasms.
“What are you thinking about there, sweet cheeks?” Tyler asked and slapped my ass lightly. The sting was more pleasant than painful, and I wriggled my ass in his direction, or at least, where I thought he was at, based on where I’d been struck.
