Steve got a shock when he got home.
I listened as he walked into the house and close the door.
"Hello." He said.
I didn't call out to him, I just waited for him to find me.
"Baby!..." He started to climb the stairs. "Are you home?"
I stayed quiet, knowing that he would soon walk into the bedroom. I listened while he reached the top of the stairs and shuffled toward the bedroom door.
The door slowly opened.
"Wow." Steve gasped.
I heard his gym bag hit the floor. He slowly walked toward the me. I felt him standing next to the bed, looking down at me.
From behind my blindfold, I couldn't tell if he was happy with what he was seeing. With my hands cuffed to the bed posts, I laid still and bit my lip with anticipation.
I jumped a little when Steve's hand connected with my bare chest. He gently ran his fingers over my skin, causing goosebumps all over me.
His hand moved down my body, until he reached my tight leather shorts. Although restricted by the stiff leather, my cock was already beginning to harden.
Steve's fingers gently ran over my crotch, slightly pressing against my uncomfortable cock. He didn't linger for long, his hand ran down my inner thigh.
He shuffled to the end of the bed and took hold of both of my ankles. With one quick movement, he spread my legs and released my ankles.
I felt him climb onto the bed, and sit between my legs. With no warning, he gripped my nipple and twisted it.
"Fuck!..." I pulled at the metal cuffs. "Again."
Still pinching my nipple, he twisted it again. His fingers connected with my other nipple. Holding both nipples, he pulled on them. Through both pain and pleasure, my whole body clenched.
His fingertips brushed my hard nipples. His playful torture had made them almost too sensitive. He once again he slid his hands down my body.
He teased my throbbing package, rubbing and squeezing it. His hand left my crotch, but not for long. With force, he brought his hand back down, slapping my cock and balls.
"Oh fuck." I gasped.
Steve quickly jumped off the bed. I heard him open his belt, then his fly. The sounds made the anticipation build within me. I began to bite at my lip again.
He climbed back onto the bed, near my head. Violently gripping my jaw, he forced my head to face him. He let go of my face and shuffled closer to me.
His wet helmet pressed against my lips. Hungry for his cock, I opened my mouth. As he pushed into my mouth, I locked my lips around his thick shaft.
He started to thrust, slowly fucking my mouth. My tongue massaged his helmet, lapping at the pre that he was feeding to me.
"That feels good." He moaned.
The taste and feel of his meat, had my cock trying to tear through the leather. I could feel my crotch getting wet with my pre.
He slowly pulled out of my mouth, leaving me with a mouth full of his juice. I gulped hard, enjoying the taste of it.
Steve crept down the bed, positioning himself between my legs. He took hold of my legs and quickly raised them. In doing so, he revealed that my shorts were backless.
"Nice..." He held my legs in the air. "That looks good enough to eat."
Forgetting that I was handcuffed to the bed, he tried to pull me down the bed. The metal cuffs dug into my skin and held me in place.
"Sorry." He said.
"Dont worry..." I bit my lip and smiled. "It felt good."
"Keep your legs there." He said.
