This story contains BDSM and bondage material please do not continue to read if you do not like that kind of thing. Thank you for reading, comments and ratings are appreciated.
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"What's this?" Michael fingered the odd shaped toy; it was cool to touch and made of red rubber, with a wide bottom, a cord from the bottom and a wireless control next to it.
"It's a butt plug. I got it from Russia. It vibrates and expands. It works from a mile away." Thomas stood by him as he walked around the deep purple and black playroom. A black four poster bed dominated the middle of the room; one wall was covered in floggers, whips and riding crops, another was full of restraints, from metal to even cotton, then there were the drawers, a purple set of four drawers that were at least four foot long, so far he'd only looked in the top drawer. He was kind of scared to look in the other drawers.
"How long did it take to get it all?"
"I started when I was seventeen so eleven years around about." Thomas sat on the bed, with a deep purple silk bedspread, and waited as he explored the playroom.
"Why did you start collecting it?" Thomas' face darkened before he shook his head and Michael frowned before turning back to the drawers and trying to fight the denial fighting through his body.
"What do I need to do then?" Michael turned and smiled shyly at him, he was only standing there in grey sweatpants as he hands fiddled nervously with the cuffs on his wrists still.
"Strip and kneel on the floor by the bed." Thomas watched as Michael stripped his sweatpants and then knelt by the floor, automatically assuming the position without being told. "I need to find out how much you can do. We'll see how good your control is today."
"What do you mean by control, Sir?"
"I mean how well you can stop yourself from coming. When I have you in the club I don't want you coming all over the leather before I'm ready for you." Thomas stroked Michael's cheek lovingly and watched as the smaller man rubbed his head against his hand. "Are you ready?"
"Yes Sir."
"I'll be back shortly." Thomas left him by the door, Michael didn't know how long he was sitting there, it could have been ten minutes to an hour but he sighed in relief as the door opened and Thomas' bare feet came into view, the worn and faded black denim loose around his ankles. He wanted to look up but knew he wasn't allowed to so he kept his gaze trained on Thomas' bare feet. Even his feet were sexy.
"Good pup." Thomas reached down and stroked his face again before bringing his chin up to look at him; he was standing only in the jeans, with the top button undone. Michael struggled not to imagine if he was going commando or was wearing those tight fitting black boxers he favored.
"I want you to stand and go lie on the bed for me." Thomas dropped his hand and Michael stood on shaky legs, he waited a moment for the circulation to come back before he jumped onto the purple and black bed. He couldn't climb on it he had to jump to get up onto it since he was shorter than Thomas. He leant back and Thomas adjusted him so his head was on one of the feather pillows and spread his legs. Michael blushed, which was ridiculous considering Thomas had seen almost every inch of his scrawny body.
"You're beautiful, Michael." Thomas whispered against his shoulder as he reached up to take the suede cuffs from the headboard and link them to each of his wrists. Michael tugged gently but the bindings didn't move an inch.
"I don't want you to come until I say so. If you find it hard then use your safe word. Understand me?"
"Yes Sir."
Thomas knelt between his legs and grasped Michael's cock, squeezing tight until he gasped and bucked his hips. Thomas continued to stroke him until Michael was whimpering and clutching the silk sheets in his fists.
"Not yet, Mikey."
"Mph." Michael gritted his teeth and moaned as pleasure continued to wrack his body, he almost screamed as he watched Thomas lower his head and sucked him inside with one swallow. He whimpered again and fought the urge to thrust his hips or come. He began to name all the bands he knew that he liked,
Metallica, Cradle of Filth, Of Mice & Men, Black Veil Brides.
There was a deep suction and Thomas squeezed his balls hard, he felt his cock twitch and knew he was going to come and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Then Thomas stopped.
"I'm dying to bury my cock deep inside your tight little ass." Thomas growled as he rubbed his thumb around his hole, Michael twitched and squeezed his eyes shut.
Pierce the Veil. My Chemical Romance.
"You're doing good, pup."
Michael opened his mouth to say 'thank you, sir' but all that came out was a hoarse moan as Thomas sucked him inside again, his tongue lapped at the head and his hands rolled his drawn up balls, he wanted to come so badly it was hurting him but he couldn't. It was like his body knew it would disappoint Thomas if he did.
Emotions spun around his head, he knew he loved Thomas and he knew he shouldn't. Tears seeped from his eyes as he struggled to keep hold of his control and his heart. He couldn't fall any more in love with him than he already was because he knew that in four months he would be gone. Michael would have to flit from club to club in search for his replacement Thomas but he knew deep down in his soul that he was the only man for him.
The first time Michael saw him was world altering. Winter was then coming and Thomas and Chad had been ordered outside to help chop the wood and bring it inside. He had sat outside with a cup of hot chocolate and watched as Chad threw the logs in the wagon and his brother hefted the heavy axe and bought it down on log after log. The muscles bulged in the tight shirt and Michael was hard instantly.
The next three years were trying to convince Thomas to pay attention to him, he stole his clothes, he turned up at his club, one time he even sat on his lap only to be pushed away with being told that he was too young. Granted he was only 15 at the time. He could understand where Thomas' point was coming from.
Even as he was thinking about it he couldn't completely block out the pleasure of Thomas' hot wet mouth and he knew he was going to have to use his safe word. Thomas blew gently on the head of his cock and Michael watched through glazed eyes as pre-cum oozed from the slit.
"White." Michael groaned and Thomas sat up and stroked his hand across Michael's bare stomach.
"Do you want to come, Mikey?"
"Yes Sir." Michael rolled his head and looked at the clock; they'd only been doing this for ten minutes. It felt like a lifetime to him. His cock throbbed angrily and pre-cum oozed from the slit at a sticky steady stream.
"Where are your manners?"
"Please, Sir."
"Then come for me." Thomas gripped his cock and it was impossible for him to stop as he shot cum over his hand and wrist and his own stomach. Pleasure made his body numb for a few seconds and his stomach cramped in pleasure as he moaned his release out.
"Clean it up." Thomas placed his hand near his mouth and Michael sucked the digits in his mouth, drinking up the salty cum. He licked down Thomas' wrist and the goo which had been collected from his stomach.
"Good, pup." Thomas sat him up and kissed him, a deep, sensual kiss full of passion and dominance. It made him fall that little bit more for him; he put himself into that kiss, tugging the restraints.
"Sorry, darlin'." Large hands reached up to unbuckle his hands and Michael threaded his hands through Thomas' dark hair and tried to take control of the new kiss. Thomas growled and pushed him onto the bed, pinning his wrists to the bed and shook his head at him.
"Naughty, pup."
"Sorry, Sir." Michael panted and looked away; he didn't want Thomas to see the tears in his eyes.
"What's wrong, beautiful?" Thomas lifted him and sat him on his lap again; rubbing his hair away from his face and catching a lone tear that escaped.
"It's nothing, honestly." Michael wiped his eyes and smiled a watery smile at Thomas.
"You can tell me if anything is wrong, you know?" Thomas kissed his forehead and smiled at him.
"Of course." Michael nodded and snuggled into Thomas, who picked him up and gently placed him on the counter in the dark en suite, a warm wash-cloth was swept over his skin and make up wipes were brushed over his face to remove that last of his eyeliner and mascara. That just made even more tears seep from him.
