"Get in the middle of the bed, face up, legs spread."
Hopping on the bed, I crawl over the toys to settle in the pillows at the head of the bed. I watch Bill grab a bottle of lube from the side table, glance once more at the open magazine, then climb in bed, settling between my spread thighs.
Bill immediately eases my briefs off my hips, slowly pulling them down till my trapped cock springs free and slaps my abdomen. Stripping the briefs off the rest of the way and throwing them to the floor, Bill lets his eyes roam over me, exposed on top of his comforter. He eases my upper body up and removes all the pillows from behind me except for one before allowing me to slip back supine. He places another smaller pillow under my hips then discards the rest on the floor with my briefs.
With two of the cuffs in his hand, Bill began to trace kisses in a trail starting from my thighs and leading to the junction of my shoulder and neck. As Bill reaches my neck, my eyes close involuntarily and I release a large sigh of approval, not realizing that Bill's hands have moved until he has both my arms positioned above my head. He carefully fastens a cuff to each wrist then fastens the cuffs together, wrists crossed with my left wrist behind my right, with a clip through two of the D rings, and finally ties the left cuff to a small ring hidden in the middle of the headboard. With the slack in the rope, I am able to comfortably place my hands on the bed behind me, but I do not have much more range of motion than that. A few experimental tugs tells me the knots aren't going to slip, the cuffs are well secured, and the leather is soft enough that it isn't going to chafe my skin.
I return my attention back to Bill as he licks his was down my shoulder and over my underarm, leaving a thin trail of saliva behind. The breeze from the air conditioning unit quickly cools the trail, leaving my arm tingling.
As Bill places a hand under my knees to pull them up, he looks at me with a serious gaze. Hands stilling, waiting until I give him my full attention. "Will you let me bite you?"
Like before? Fuck yeah! That was awesome!
Just as I am about to give an enthusiastic consent, I remember that this world is not the same as I have thought it was for the previous twenty-six years of my life and I pause to consider the request. I study Bill and note the guarded hope in his eyes.
"Will it change me?"
"No, but our saliva has a mild analgesic and euphoric effect. I would have to purposely envenomate you to change you." I can visibly see his hope growing, his eyes become wider and somehow brighter.
"Okay" My voice isn't even a whisper, but Bill hears. He grins and falls between my legs to smash his lips to mine. His kiss is the type that inspires great authors and painters to produce their works. My breath catches and my hands pull on their restraints in a futile effort to grab onto him to steady my world.
Bill sits back and resumes gently pulling my knees up so they are pointed toward the ceiling with my heels positioned close to my ass. As Bill brings the last two cuffs into view, I realize these cuffs are not the same as the first two. These each have two cuffs joined together by an intricately tooled strip of leather about three inches long. The larger cuff straps high on my thigh while the smaller one straps to my ankle. Thus my mobility is reduced greatly while not actually being tied to anything else. I have a brief moment of panic when I realize that I now am completely unable to defend myself and I am at Bill's mercy. However, as I watch the care Bill takes to secure my second leg, I accept that I trust this man I have only recently met more than I trust anyone else in the world.
"Are you okay? Do you want safe words or anything? Red for stop, yellow for slow?"
I smile at the concern in Bill's voice. "I'm fine."
Bill rubs his hand over my leather covered ankles and slowly kisses, licks, and nips his way up my leg. The combination of mild sting from the nips followed by pleasant tingle from the licks and gentle kisses drives all thought out of my head. I only concentrate on the sensations in my legs. Pain and pleasure. Bill eventually works his way up both legs and begins to give the same treatment to my perineum and around my anal sphincter. As Bill begins to suck and nip at my tight bud, my eyes roll back into my head. The pleasure he is giving me far outshines what anyone has ever been able to achieve with rimming me. The pain and pleasure mix to feel like sunlight, warm and gentle, deep within my groin, slowly spreading throughout my body. Just when I reach the point I want to scream with the pleasure, I feel one of Bills cool hands spreading cold lube on my penis, my balls and down into my ass. The contrast in temperature makes me gasp and brings me back into the present.
I watch as Bill sits back and smears more of the lube onto the butt plug. He looks at me with a lecherous gaze. "Deep breath in and let it out slowly."
The plug didn't look that thick but as I comply with his instructions and he begins to push in, I feel the pressure slowly building without the expected release of entry.
Fuck me, Is he putting the thing in sidewise?
Just as this thought enters my mind, I feel my sphincter give and the plug plunge in a few inches. A growl is ripped from my chest as the familiar burn steals all thoughts. "Oh, gods."
As my breathing begins to return to normal and the sharp burn dulls to a mild ache, I notice Bill staring at my face as he slowly rubs my hips and stomach. One of his hands reaches down and slowly pushes the remainder of the plug in. As the thin section before the base slides to my sphincter, I sigh in relief. The plug is actually very comfortable once it is in, providing a full feeling without the discomfort of a constant stretching on my sphincter muscle. I smile at Bill and take a deep breath in. This causes a chain of muscle movements in my abdomen and pelvis that rotates the plug just slightly toward my stomach and causes the protrusion to massage my prostate. It was gentle enough to be very, very nice but not overwhelming.
"Very good, keep up the nice deep breaths." Bill encourages me as he picks up the riding crop. Placing the soft end up near my right ear, he slowly tickles his way around my neck and over my chest to my left nipple. The sensation is pleasant, causing the hairs on my chest to stand erect once more. After two slow rotations around the hardened nipple, Bill pulls the crop back and snaps the material on the sensitive tissue. The pain is sharp but short lived, causing my body to jerk at the unexpected treatment. This of course, in turn, causes the plug to make a much harder pass over my prostate. The dual sensation of sharp pain followed quickly by intense pleasure is better than I ever imagined. I close my eyes so I can concentrate on the sensation of warmth spreading from my thighs to my nipples. Bill continues his ministrations, moving the crop from nipple to nipple, with the occasional snap of the crop. By the time Bill moves his attention to my genitals, my cock is throbbing and I feel a slick pool of pre-cum forming near my bellybutton. The first snap of the crop on my tightly drawn up testicles draws a cry from my lips. The pain is sharper and longer lasting than the nipples but still unbelievably sweet. When the snap falls on the head of my penis, I am dimly aware that a long line of curses are falling from my lips. I can neither stop them, nor do I really care to spend the energy to consider what I am saying. I babble on while enjoying being lost in the new experience.
After a few closely spaced snaps to my penis, Bill drops the crop and begins to gently massage the tense muscles in my chest and thighs with his strong hands while I come down from the high induced by the crop. As my breathing becomes normal, Bill places a very cold hand over my balls and cock. The temperature difference from his hand to my hot engorged penis causes me to whimper. Then his hand begins to vibrate in the most delicious way. I realize the metal pill shaped toy must be a clit vibrator. Bill slowly rubs his hand up and down my genitals, spending a little time to roll my testicles in his hand around the vibrator, before heading back up to concentrate the sensation on the lower ridge of my crown. After the seemingly hours of play, I feel my orgasm building in record speed. I begin to squirm in my restraints and attempt to push my hips harder into Bill's hand, resulting in Bill slapping my hip with one hand before holding me still. He continues his slow massage for a minute more before I am overwhelmed. I yelped as I feel as if my very essence is being ripped from my body through my shaft. Rope after rope of white cum coats my stomach.
