He steps onto the platform, tugs me along, and stops beneath the rig.
“There’s a system here,” he says, as he checks the rope, pulling it through his fingers with this fucking reverent care that makes me throb. “The lights above each space control access. Green means you’re just putting on a show. People can watch, nothing more. Yellow is for mild interaction. Touching. Some teasing. Red…”
He looks at me.
“Red means free use. No limits, unless I say so. You will become a public toy. Some guests get creative with it.”
I swallow.
“Which one do you like?”
“I’m letting you choose, Kaito.”
“Red, then.”
He hums in approval and nods. Flicks the switch.
The light above us shifts. One slow pulse of red.
“I like to share my subs, but I have rules,” Naoya-san says. His hand goes to my chest, slides down to the waistband of my pants. “Most people here know them. First, no fucking withoutcondoms. Ever. Second, no one comesinsideyou. Not anywhere. Mouth, ass, doesn’t matter. That’smineto fill.”
He pauses. Presses his palm just above my cock.
“And third, you won’t come unlessI’mthe one using you. Your cock will be tied tight.You understand?”
I nod once. Breathing hard.
“No. Say it.”
“I understand, sensei.” My voice is raw.Hoarse. “You own my orgasm. No one else gets it.”
“If you are good, I will reward you.”
I moan. Fuck. My knees shake a little and I want him to ruin me in front of everyone. I want to be made an example of. I want to beuseduntil I don’t know where my body ends and the rope begins.
“Take off your clothes.”
I kick my boots off, take my shirt off, pull my pants down rough, shove my boxers down with them. My cock is hard and leaking so fucking much it’s ridiculous.
Naoya-san kneels before me and takes out the thinnest rope I’ve ever seen him use, and starts at the base of my cock, wrapping it slow and tight. Each twist makes my skin strain, my balls drawing tight as he binds them along with my shaft, the whole fucking thing restrained in a web of red.
When he’s done, I’m flushed, bound from balls to tip, cock caught in a bright, painful cage. It aches and fuckingburns. The tip is dark and I moan with the weird feeling of it being ten times more sensitive.
He stands, takes my wrists, and starts working me into the suspension rig.
He’s finishing the knots in my arms when I speak again.
“Why do you like watching people fuck your subs? You’re not worried I’ll end up too loose for your fancy cock, sensei?”
He checks a knot, then tugs it harder to test the tension. I hiss.
“I like watching people havelimitedaccess to what’s mine,” he says, simply. “They can see, touch and use you. But they’ll never geteverything. That’s only for me. OnlyIget to take it all.”
My mouth twitches. My dick, too.
“The guests will fuck your mouth and your ass. But in the end, after they use you, I can show them, and showyou, that I’m the owner of your body.”
I grin and I swear to every deity to exist that I’ve never been so turned on in my fucking life.
