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Russell
My hands itchedto feel Ryan in my grasp. The feeling only intensified as I watched him approach the door. Lately when he was around, it was nearly impossible for me to keep my hands off of his firm body. The fact that Ryan needed to be touched by loving hands was fuel for my fire.
Ryan leaned his back against the door the moment after I shut it. I gave his face a quick once over glance; his big brown eyes were calm, but I could see a need for our connection flickering in them. I swiped the pad of my thumb across the dark circle under his left eye to feel how puffy it was.
The plan to take care of him calmly was quickly overpowered by my sheer desire to strip him down and chain him up. The moment my thumb touched his face, the greed from my cock collided with the love in my heart.
My hand slid upward and took a handful of Ryan’s hair as my hips pinned him against the door. I felt myself unraveling as my hard-on for him swelled in my pants and pressed against his thigh. With my free hand, I held his jaw still. As slowly as I could manage, I closed in on his mouth.
There was no struggle. No resistance on his part. No reluctance in his body language. He opened his mouth to meet mine. My tongue took control, though, I will give Ryan respect for trying to control the kiss. I inhaled the fresh, clean scent of his shower gel as my tongue continued to control his.
I let go of his jaw and ran my hand firmly along the front of his jeans. His cock was rigid and I felt him push his hips forward into my hand.Good boy, Ryan.I pried my mouth off of his and looked into his heated eyes.
“I think you’re in need of a session, my boy.”
I shook the outline of his cock in his jeans, and when he laughed and nodded, I slapped my hand down firmly on his chest. I led him down the hallway to my room and opened the door to my walk-in closet. I flipped the light on for him and went to sit on the leather loveseat to watch.
“Nice and slow, Ryan,” I instructed. “Let me see that incredible body.”
There was no doubt in my mind that the red cheeks on his face would be warm against the curve of my palm. I leaned back against the leather cushion and watched. My eyes followed his hands on the hem of his shirt as he slowly revealed his flesh. His chest was a visual wet dream to me. His pecs were well-toned and firm, and they were built up enough so that a length of chain could be wrapped around him, but the pecs would still be the prominent focus. A thin trail of hair peeked out from the waistband of his jeans when he pulled the t-shirt over his head, causing me to slyly moisten my lips. Ryan toed off his shoes, unbuckled his belt, and took his jeans off. He was left in his form-fitting boxer trunks and his socks. From my vantage point, the bulge in his underwear jutted out further than his thighs, making me ache for him. Even from where I sat, the damp spot on the gray boxer trunks could easily be seen.
Mmm, Ryan.
He raised each leg, giving me an excellent view of his firm ass and toned calves, while he removed his socks. Ryan started to gather his clothes to take to the closet, but looked over his shoulder at me.
“Would you like the underwear off?” He hooked his thumbs inside the waistband and then quickly added, “Sir.”
“Yes, please remove the underwear and put your other clothes in the closet. Set your underwear on the bed. Then bring me your play collar and tag.”
From the back pocket of his jeans, he retrieved his wallet and pulled out his tag. He held it tightly in his fist as he pushed his underwear down. Ryan’s erection was a magnet for my eyes. It bobbed free of the confinement of his boxer trunks and then firmed up with a slight curve to the left.
“Exquisite, Ryan.”
His face reddened even more at my compliment. I could gaze at his body all day long.
Ryan collected his clothes and disappeared into my closet for a few moments. When he came out, he picked up his play collar from my nightstand and knelt down at my feet. I attached his tag to the play collar and tugged him closer. He put his hands on my lower legs for balance, but his eyes didn’t move from mine.
“How about a flogger and chains today, Ryan?” I asked and watched his eyes for his gut reaction.
“I’d like the flogger, Russell. And your chains.”
“Good boy.” I let go of his play collar and tousled his hair as I stood. “Follow me, Ryan.”
When we got into my play room, I pointed to the black mat on the floor under my horizontal bar and instructed him to wait there for me. I gathered my lengths of chains, leather wrist cuffs with D rings, and my favorite flogger. Ryan’s cock was fully erect and begging for attention when I took everything over to the horizontal bar and frame. Thankfully, I could move around the frame with my eyes closed. I paid close attention to Ryan and his body as I put a link from the chain in the carabiner that dangled from the center of the horizontal bar.
“Let me have your wrists,” I said while I unbuckled the wrist cuffs.
Ryan held his arms out for me to take. I wrapped the cuffs around each of his wrists and buckled them into place before my hand closed around each of his fists, taking notice of their temperature.
“Alright, Ryan, what do you say if you need us to slow down?”
“Yellow.”
“Good boy, and what is the word that makes our play stop?”
“Hairdryer.”
