I looked beneath myself, and the ground seemed soft, yet I wasn't thrilled to be buck-naked in the middle of some city forest, not knowing when someone would come. In these times, people were getting increasingly frustrated staying inside, and you could meet more people in the woods than in some malls.
I took off my shoes and socks and, looking him deep in those eyes, pulled the slacks down as well. I could see he was slightly aroused by all this, I have to say I wasn't, yet I was willing to try it for him.
Nate came over, looking all over my body. It was chilly, manageable for some time, but uncomfortable. He leaned to my neck, and I could hear him sniffing my neck below my ear. Satisfied tingling ran all over my body, and I closed my eyes. I could feel the heat radiating from his body as he touched my collarbone and traveled with it to my shoulder and arm. He took it gently, putting it behind my back as he stared into my eyes from not even a few inches.
"Hands behind your back."
I gently smiled at him and complied. It wasn't my style, it was ages since I'd been in this position, but I must admit he was hot as fuck ordering me like this.
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He let me stand there, and I started to shake from cold slightly as he traveled over my body, sniffing me. Then he pulled my nipple, and I hissed. Nate then looked at me and bit it. I moaned, watching him. He licked it and let go of it, letting the cold air do its torture.
Nate seemed not at all comfortable in this role. Yet I suppose, as with everything he tried in life, he was determined to see it through. He licked my neck and sent waves of pleasure to my dick, followed by rapid coldness on that spot, tormenting it straight after.
He was doing this on purpose. Licking and teasing parts of my body, letting them then on the cold freezing. I started shaking, but I had to say this slow punishment started to make me horny. He never kissed me once. I followed his lips every time he was near. My mouth opened in expectation, yet without relief, I watched him move away every time. I was frustrated, cold, and horny, but my dick was too cold to grow.
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"Bent over the hood. Keep the hands as they are," he pushed on my upper back, and I did as he told me. The metal was even colder, and I couldn't help but hiss as my bare chest lay on it.
"Stay like that," he went somewhere and returned with the thick rope one uses when one needs to tow someone's car. Nate took some time to tie my hands with the rope, and then part of it wrapped over my neck. He was considerate of me to breathe normally, but at the same time, if I pulled my hands too low, the rope tugged on the front of my neck, essentially choking me. Did he let the motor run?
I felt his hands on my ass, fondling it at spreading my cheeks. Then he slapped me, and I yanked my torso up, resulting in catching my breath because of that rope.
"Fuck!"
"Fuuuck!" This scream was one of pleasure as I felt his tongue dove into my asshole. I tilted my head back in ecstasy, fuck how I have missed this. The cold started to be bearable and the rope arousing, all that thanks to that fantastic tongue. I moaned as he knew exactly what I needed, and he moved with determination. I spread my legs more and pushed my butt to his face when sudden sharp pain ran through me, and a slapping sound rang in my ears.
I screamed in surprise and frustration. He slapped me again harder, and I groaned, turning to him. Then he again started rimming my hole, and I crossed the line between pain and pleasure in seconds. Then he did it again! Making me moan and suddenly slapping me. He then did it so many times, and in such random intervals, I was soon shaking not only from the cold but also fear and expectation.
Fuck! He never spends another minute alone with Tom if I can help it. Damn it!
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Finally, I heard him stand behind me, thinking this would be the end.
He tugged on the rope pulling me to him and turning me around. The hood was warmer, but I was now shaking uncontrollably. He took my head into his arms and kissed me hard, making me sway, moaning into his mouth as I could finally taste his lips. He led me to the back seat and laid me there. The inside of the car was warm, and my body broke into goosebumps from that sudden temperature change. He watched me as he took the shirt off his chest and stood like that in that cold. Then he pulled his trousers down and stood naked in front of me.
"Nathaniel," I said softly as I watched him lay on me and push me further inside the car. He covered my freezing chest with his hot one and wrapped his hands around me, kissing me passionately as if I could leave any second if he'd let go of me. I understood that feeling and answered his kisses with the same need.
Nate spread my legs and lay between them, brushing my tights with his hands.
"Don't ever leave like that, Richard!"
"I am sorry."
"I don't need your apology. I need your promise." He looked intently into my eyes. "I am not saying you can never leave me. Just don't ever leave like that, without a word." He had such a deep sadness in his eyes that I felt like crying.
"I promise."
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Was that because of Luke? I didn't think of it then, but just now, seeing him, I realized that's how Luke went, without a word, and died... most of his messages that night was a desperate plea to let him know I am all right, how could I do that to him? I felt even worse now.
I saw that now. He wanted to punish me, yet he was much sadder than angry. I wanted to give him some satisfaction, yet I knew this wasn't the right release for him. At least not in the state he is now. If I could say I even knew him, I honestly believed he just wanted to be cruel like Tom, yet he lacked that cruelty Tom has.
"Nathaniel, untie me. Let's do this right."
"No."
"Okay, I am yours, do with me as you please," I said again, trying to elicit that soft little smile he had when I said it last time. It worked. He needed to hear that. My sweet soft romantic.
"Kiss me, please, Nathaniel."
He lay his mouth on mine, and our tongues intertwined, desperately meeting each other. I felt his cock harden and press against my glutes. It sent waves of expectations to my gut, and I raised my hips to meet that pole.
"Take me, Nathaniel!"
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With anyone else, I would feel silly saying something like that, yet for some reason, I saw his jaw shake each time I said something like that, and knowing that it's something he enjoys made it enjoyable for me too. I wanted him happy, satisfied, and whole. I loved this man!
He kissed my neck, breathing in my smell and sending tingling vibrations down my body, and I felt my cock straining against his belly. I needed to feel him more. My hands were hurting at this point, but I didn't care. His lips on my pecs met my nipple, and he sucked on it.
I moaned and humped his belly in desperate need of him. I couldn't hold him for so long. I hated those ropes now!
