It was difficult to be sure if he was fascinated by Joe’s hard-on, or if he was scared that it might attack him if provoked. Joe’s lips twisted into a half-smile. Scott was safe for now. Joe had a few other things planned first. Attacking wouldn’t come until later.
Joe caught hold of Scott’s wrist. Allowing no time for first, let alone second, thoughts on Scott’s part, Joe closed Scott’s fist around his erection.
It was a nice arrangement; each of them had a cock to stroke, each had the pleasure of another man’s hand around his shaft. And they both still had a wonderful view of the screen.
“No.”
Scott gasped in obvious dismay. His eyes were filled with horror as he turned to Joe. An apology was no doubt already rushing toward his lips.
With a nod toward the screen, Joe reminded Scott that theirs wasn’t the only scene going on in the room. The word hadn’t been directed toward Scott.
Scott turned his attention to the TV once more.
Whatever doubts Joe might have harboured in the past, they all vanished in that instant. No one was that good an actor; Scott really hadn’t seen proper leather porn before.
His expression didn’t grow in the least bit less shocked as the camera gradually zoomed out to show that the man who was jacking himself off was trapped by several thick leather straps that completely encircled his body.
The guy’s only free limb was the one he was using to play with his cock. The heavy restraints were fastened by huge padlocks that kept the rest of him bound to a wooden post in the middle of a squalid room. Paint and plaster flaked off the wall in the background. The floor was nothing but rough concrete. But Joe doubted that Scott was in any condition to take in the interior decor.
Scott’s attention was all on the dom standing next to the bound porn star. Joe studied Scott’s gaze a little more closely. His hand tightened around Scott’s cock, purposefully pulling Scott’s mind back to him.
Swallowing rapidly, Scott turned toward Joe, but he didn’t focus on him the way he had upon the actor on the screen. Joe tensed at the realisation. He only grew less impressed when it took Scott several seconds to lift his gaze high enough to look him in the eye. But then their eyes met, and everything became clear.
Submission.
That was the only thing visible in Scott’s expression. Oh, there were probably bits and pieces of other things in there. Shock and shyness were never far away where Scott was concerned. Lust tended to make itself known quite often too. But it was submission that owned Scott right then.
He hadn’t looked at the guy on the screen like that. Curiously, yes. Warily, quite possibly. Maybe even with a kind of fascination. But he hadn’t looked at the actor with any inclination to submit to him.
Joe nodded once in approval and looked back to the TV. Scott followed his lead.
“You don’t come until I give permission,”the porn dom announced.
Joe began to move his hand over Scott’s cock in slow, easy strokes. With his eyes still fixed on the screen, Scott automatically began to raise and lower his hand in echo of Joe’s actions, jacking Joe’s cock at the exact same speed.
It was almost sweet, just how fascinated Scott seemed to be with the film.
“Keep that hand moving!”the porn dom demanded.
The poor sod tied to the post whimpered as he obeyed.
The two competing orders, to prevent himself coming while constantly pushing himself closer to the edge, must have put him in a special sort of hell. The fact that his only bit of freedom existed especially so he could torment himself probably messed with his mind just as thoroughly as his hand messed with his body.
But really, Joe could only guess why the sub was playing the game. For a moment, he looked away from porn sub and turned his attention to the porn dom. He knew what a dom would be thinking in that scenario. He would be glorying in being in such complete control of another man, in being able to do whatever the hell he wanted with another guy.
And, if they weren’t just strangers the director had thrown into a scene, but a real dom and his sub, as the website Joe had downloaded it from had claimed, that wouldn’t be all the porn dom felt. Playing with someone he knew would feel very different. Joe was only just starting to realise how true that was.
Joe turned his attention back to Scott, and paused the action on the film with his free hand.
* * * * *
“That’s w-what you like?” Scott asked, as the image on the screen flickered and stilled. He tried like hell not to soundbreathless and already desperate to come, but knew he failed spectacularly.
Joe might have halted the action on the screen, but Joe’s hand was still wrapped around Scott’s cock, and it was moving just as unstoppably as the screen sub’s had.
Scott gathered his wits as best he could and cleared his throat in the hope of sounding calm when he spoke again. “You’d like us to d-d-do that?”
“I like control,” Joe corrected. “I like being in control of you.”
