9
Ryan
At the startof the new year, Russell wanted to add a new thing to our daily routine. In addition to me sending him a text each morning telling him one thing that I liked about myself, and one thing in the evening that I liked about my day, we each would send one another a sexually explicit image that we found on the internet. For the ones that I send to him, I was supposed to tell him what it was that I liked about the image. It’s supposed to be a way for me to start to feel more comfortable about expressing something I’d like to try in the futuremaybe.
I’d been having a field day sending him images that usually had me getting flogged or spanked. I knew there was so much more out there, but I was still getting my feet wet. Since Christmas, I’d been watching “how to” videos and porn on “servicing.” All it did was make me horny and not really help my situation. I thought about reaching out to Leonard several times for advice, but every time I started a text to him, I deleted it. I just didn’t think I could take advice from him. He’s practically perfect at everything, and I feared that being around him would make me realize how dreadfully terrible I was for a man likeRussell.
This morning, I had pulled up a picture that I had saved but had been too nervous to send to Russell. I stared at it some more and decided on if I should send it to him or not. It was risky to send because I didn’t want him to ask me questions about it. But, I liked the image, or at least, the idea of it. It was a picture of two muscular guys in bed. One was face down, and the other had his leg over the other guy’s ass, and his arm was draped across his shoulders. I had never been close like that with anyone. There had never been cuddle time or just being next to any of the women I’d slept with. I mean, they wanted cuddle time, but it wasn’t something that I understood or knew how to do at the time. But, this looked kind of nice. Fuck it, I hit send. Russell said that I didn’t have to hide or feel ashamed ofanything.
As soon as I sent it, he sent me back a text that said it looked delightful, then he sent his image, which had a guy chained to a spanking bench. Instantly, I grew hard because I knew that I’d love that rightnow.
Ryan: Ilike.
Russell: I had a feeling that youmight.
Ryan: When can we do thatagain?
Russell: Comeover.
An hour later, I was pressed against Russell’s front door. He put his forearm on my shoulder area, and his hand gripped my shirt over my chest. He tugged my shirt upward while his other hand flattened against my stomach.Fuck, I lovedthis.
His mouth commanded control of the kiss, and I was fine giving it up to him. I felt good and was excited about the pending session that would have me over the spanking bench soon. He pressed his hips against me and then a deep laugh that almost sounded like a growl reverberated in his chest. He slapped my chest over my shirt and pulled away from thekiss.
“Come on, Ryan. Let’s get you on thebench.”
After I’d stripped and hung my clothes up in Russell’s closet, I followed him to theplayroom.
“Get on your bench, Ryan. I’ll get thechains.”
Chills ran up and down my spine as I waited for him. I heard the chains clang together and looked over my shoulder as Russell chained my ankles to the bench. He tousled my hair as he moved from my left wrist to the right, then he ran his hand from my shoulder to my ass before he slappedit.
I had been blissfully happy and content as he flogged me. I felt how hard I was each time the flogger slapped my skin, and I found myself seeking any friction that I could get from the bench. Russell probably knew, but then again, that wasn’t a surprise. Everything felt incredible, and I didn’t want it to end. I groaned when Russell placed the flogger next to my knee on the bench. I had wantedmore.
“Ryan, you’re getting toored.”
I tried not to be too disappointed, after all, I had been lucky to get what I had today. I looked over my shoulder at Russell to see what he was doing because I thought it was odd he hadn’t begun to undo thechains.
Russell slapped both of my ass cheeks and then gripped them firmly. He crouched down and tugged my cheeks apart. At the same time I heard him spit, I felt something hit meback there. If that wasn’t enough for me to register, I felt his fingerback there. He rubbed the saliva around the outside. I think I tensed; no, I was sure I fuckingtensed.
“Ryan,relax.”
The pressure was building, and I kept tensing up. I felt like at any moment that he was going to cross that threshold. Was I ready for that? Could I handle that? The sound of the chain links clanging against one another reminded me that I was chained.I was fuckingchained!
“Ryan,” he called my nameagain.
“Yes,” Ireplied.
“Do we need to slow down, or stop?” heoffered.
I started to open my mouth and then closed it. I needed to calm down and think. What did he want to do to me? And could I handle it? All he did at the moment was rub on me, and it kind of feltgood.
Ithink.
And it was as if he were reading mythoughts.
“Ryan, talk tome.”
“It’sokay.”
