I thrilled to that title from his lips, and tried not to pay attention to his soft, fast breaths and the humming energy of his body as I quickly roped his ankles together.Once I’d secured them, I fastened his bound wrists to the rope between his ankles, so that he sat in a hunched position, unable to move, his pink boots the only item of clothing on him.
“How does that feel?”
He tested his restraints and grunted.
“Confining.”He flashed his eyes to mine.“Debasing.Humiliating.”
I raised my eyebrows.“And we like that?”
He nodded, licking his lips.“Oh yeah.”
I smiled but didn’t say anything as I pushed his shoulder so that he tipped over and lay on his side, completely vulnerable to my whims.
“Fuck,” he said.
“You need a safeword.”
“No, I don’t.I’m game for whatever.”
“Puck.Give me a word.”
He laughed.“I don’t know.Uh, ‘skinny dip.’”
“Okay.Promise to say it if things get too intense, or too…anything?”
“I promise.Oliver?”
“What?”
“I’m dying.I’m burning up.Do something.”
“All right.”I quickly divested myself of clothing, tossing each piece so that it landed where Puck could see.
“You bastard.”He craned his neck, but I was behind him, deliberately hiding from view.“I want to see you.”
“Not much to see, Puck.My cock is fucking hard though.Wow, I’ve never seen it so big.It’s leaking for you.”
Puck whimpered, his body shuddering, as I knelt and snugged up behind him where he lay.When my hot, hard,wetcock hit his lower back he made a desperate sound and cursed.
I had brought a tube of lube with me, and I held it in front of his face.“Hey, can you get the top off for me?”
Puck groaned and struggled, cursing me and whimpering.
I kissed his freckled shoulder and smiled against his warm skin.“Kidding.I guess I can manage it.”
“Oliver,” Puck whined.“Oliver…”
“What?”I said, putting the lube down and ripping open a condom.I groaned as I unrolled it onto my cock, knowing Puck could hear every bit of what I was doing but couldn’t see.I could be sadistic when it suited me.
“Please…please.I’m dying…”
“You’re not dying.If you need to be untied, use your safeword.”
He made a loud grunt, struggling hard and then lying still.“Just fuck me.Please fuck me.”
“I’m going to fuck you, my sweet little pony.Hold your fucking horses.”
Puck made a sound that was half laugh, half whimper.My gaze kept sliding over his utterly beautiful, captive, form.The black ropes glistened against his pale skin.I could hardly believe this gorgeous boy wantedme.
