Unfortunately for him, or fortunately, depending on the way you look at things, I’d already made up my mind.
“Come on.” I nodded toward the stairs. “You’ll feel better once you’ve told me. Might get an orgasm out of it as well.”
He followed me hesitantly, stopping at the base of the stairs. I turned to look at him from halfway up, starting to get a bit impatient, but not wanting to scare him off.
“Um… You have to promise you won’t be mad…”
“Josh, unless you opened your legs for somebody else, I promise you, nothing you could have done would actually anger me. Seriously. Did you commit a crime? ‘Cause that’s fine.”
“N-no… well…”
“Well, what?” I demanded, suddenly concerned. “Did you fucking cheat on me?”
“No!” he exclaimed, shaking his head vehemently. “No, I would never, Dori! Never—”
I took a step down and softened my expression, holding my hand out for his. “Shhh, angel. You have nothing to worry about then. C’mon.”
His hand shook a little as he took mine, but he took a deep, steadying breath, and started up the stairs after me.
Soon, I was ushering him through the playroom’s doorway.
“Strip, big brother.”
He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing, and nodded. His fingers fumbled with the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it up over his head to reveal the smooth, muscled planes of his chest and the light trail of hair leading down to his waistband. He hooked his thumbs into his shorts next and shoved them down along with his boxers. His cock hung semi-hard already, balls heavy beneath. He stood there naked, hands twitching at his sides, trying to look anywhere but at me.
“Good boy. Under the pulley now.”
His cock twitched at my order, making me stifle a grin. I waited patiently as he crossed the room and stood under the overhead pulley we’d fixed to the ceiling a few months back.
“Hands behind your back,” I ordered, stepping closer. He complied, wrists crossing at the base of his spine, chest thrusting out a bit. I circled him slowly, trailing a finger along his shoulder blade, down the dip of his spine to the curve of his fat fucking ass. He shivered, goosebumps rising on his skin and a drop of precum beading at the tip of his dick. “You’re already leaking. Whatever this secret is, it’s got you worked up, doesn’t it?”
I grabbed the leather cuffs from the nearby hook, snapping them around his wrists one at a time, the buckles clicking shut with finality. Then I attached the chain from the overhead pulley, hoisting his arms up until he was stretched tall, standing on his tippy toes. His muscles flexed, biceps bulging as he tested the hold, but it didn’t give.
“Dori… please,” he whispered, voice cracking.
“No,” I cut him off, grabbing his chin to force those gorgeous green eyes to mine. “You had your chance in the kitchen. Now we do it my way.”
I released him and stepped back to the toy wall, selecting a pair of nipple clamps with weighted chains. His eyes widened as I approached, but he didn’t protest—just bit his lip, breath quickening.
I pinched his left nipple first, rolling it between my fingers until it was hard, then attached the clamp. He hissed, body jerking. The right one got the same treatment, the metal teeth biting in just enough to sting. I tugged the chains lightly, watching his cock jump in response.
“Ow—fuck,” he gasped, head tipping back.
“Hmm… what to do,” I hummed, ignoring his complaints as I tugged harder. I dropped to my knees in front of him, eye level with his thickening cock. It was fully erect now, curvingup toward his abs, veins pulsing. I gripped the base, squeezing until he whimpered, then licked a slow stripe from balls to tip, tasting the salt of his skin. His hips bucked involuntarily, but the restraints held him steady.
“Tell me what you did,” I murmured against his shaft, nipping at the sensitive underside.
“I… ah… I can’t—”
I sucked the head into my mouth then, hollowing my cheeks and swirling my tongue around the slit. He moaned loudly, thighs trembling. I worked him deeper, bobbing my head, taking half his length while my hand pumped the rest. Saliva dripped down, coating his balls as I fondled them, rolling them in my palm. He was thrusting shallowly now, chasing the heat of my mouth, but I pulled off with a wet pop right as his breath turned ragged.
“Hold on. I need you soft,” I decided.
“Wha—shit!” he yelled as I harshly pinched his balls and tugged them down hard.
I watched as he almost immediately softened, dancing on his toes, eyes watering from the sudden pain.
I stood, retrieving a cock ring, then came back, slipping it on his poor, flaccid shaft as he whined.
