“Guess what it’s set up for,” Joe ordered.
“I th-th-think I’m too focused on the w-w-word torture. I c-can’t think of anything else,” Scott admitted.
“Well, I’d call it nipple play, but some people do call it nipple torture—depends what sort of games you like to play, I suppose.”
Scott pulled back. From observing just that one reaction, it would have been easy to think that Scott hated the idea. But as Joe kept watching him, Scott shifted his weight and swayed toward the bondage chair.
Joe smiled to himself. He’d seen the way Scott had reacted to having his nipples toyed with on their previous dates and his instincts hadn’t been wrong. Scott wasn’t so much retreating from the bondage chair as he was squirming at the possibilities it held.
“Before you started writing your letters to me, you’d never even thought about nipple play, had you?”
Scott shook his head.
“Have you thought about it since?” Joe prompted.
“I’ve thought about w-when you…”
It sounded like he’d enjoyed the memories they’d made together, but hadn’t gone so far as to work on any new fantasies. “We can improve a hell of a lot on what I’ve done with you in the past,” Joe said. “Hop up.”
Scott must have worked out what Joe was going to order him to do, because he didn’t hesitate to get up into the chair. He even managed to keep his body language quite calm. It was only when their eyes met that his need for continued reassurance became clear.
“I always knew you’d look amazing in this sort of set-up.” Joe moved behind the chair as he spoke and lowered the frame down so it blocked Scott’s easiest escape route.
“If I intended to keep you in this chair all night—which I definitely will next time I put you in it—I’d put all the restraints in place.” He placed his hands on Scott’s shoulders.
Scott tilted his head back to try to look at his face.
“You won’t be able to do that next time,” Joe warned. He showed Scott the restraint attached to the headrest. “This would keep the back of your head pinned in place.”
Scott straightened his head and pressed it against the headrest.
“That’s right,” Joe said. “Just like that. I’d trap your arms against the armrests, too. Elbows, wrists, shoulders—all secured in place.” As Joe walked around the chair, Scott arranged himself neatly. His desire to be bound was obvious, but Joe didn’t indulge him this time.
“Your legs would be trapped too.”
Scott dutifully positioned his legs against the bondage. Obviously well into the right mind set, he didn’t move his head to look down.
He was perfect. Cock caged, neck collared, but without anything binding him to the chair apart from his own will, he’d never looked better. The expression in his eyes, that steel strong determination to please his dom, along with that slight uncertainty that he’d prove capable of doing that, was the most glorious finishing touch.
“Perfect.”
Joe stepped closer and pulled a stool forward so he could sit comfortably at the right height to play.
Reaching past the frame, Joe rested his elbows against the solid steelwork and took each of Scott’s nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
Locking his eyes with Scott’s, Joe began slowly. Being willing to show Scott a little of what he would do with him in the future wasn’t the same as being stupid enough to throw him into the deep end. No real pain for now; nothing to scare Scott away before he really got started. Joe just toyed with him, gradually increasing his sensitivity as he held his gaze.
“People are wrong to think that it’s only women who have sensitive nipples. Guys are just as capable of getting off on this kind of play.”
Scott’s expression faltered. He frowned slightly, but rather than nod the way Joe expected, Scott whispered, “Y-yes.”
A shot of pleasure raced down Joe’s spine as he realised that the bondage Scott was pretending passed across his forehead had stopped him communicating with one of his favourite gestures. Joe tightened his grip, pinching Scott’s nipples more firmly as he rolled them between his fingers. He gave Scott a few moments to get used to that before he altered his grip and let his thumb nails join in on the fun.
Scott’s breath caught in his throat. He swallowed rapidly. Joe felt each movement of Scott’s chest as Scott breathed deeply and tried to wrap his mind around the sensations racing through his body.
Scott closed his eyes and bit down on his bottom lip.
“I came here this afternoon and set everything up. I brought every toy I could possibly need with me. Blindfolds, hoods, every type of gag you can think of,” Joe said, casually. “I wouldn’t even need to dip into the toys the club owns.”
