Oh Carson...

You already demonstrated how easy you are.

I still think you need a spanking though.
 
It had been nearly a week since he stalked me down at my apartment, invited himself in, and proceeded to "explain" to me that he wasn't a bottom.

He was a pretty good fuck, actually. I was a little sad to see him go but, I had to get to work and he was taking up space in the bed so I kicked him out.

What I didn't count on was the next Saturday night. The cheeky little fucker was waiting for me outside the club I frequent, leaning against my car and holding what looked like a blind fold...
 
"What have we here?" he asks, taking the black silky fabric from my fingers. An evil grin appears at the corners of his sexy lips. "This for you?"

"No, you," I answer. I may sound like a smart ass, but I'm dead serious. I've got plans for him. Oh yes I do. And they include his hands looped to the headboard with that belt of his, the one he thought was so secure - and I won't make the mistake of leaving it loose so he can get out of it. No, I'll make sure it's nice and tight around his wrists before I put the blindfold over his eyes.
 
"For a stalker, you're damn sure of yourself." I say and start to get into my car. He looks befuddled for a moment, like it really didn't occur to him that I might just get in my car and drive away.

The mental image of him tied to my bed, all that pale skin against the blackness of my sheets gives me pause. He was, now that I really think about it, rather tasty.

So, I decide to humour him. "Get in" I say and once the door is shut, I floor it...peeling out into the night.
 
No speaking in the car. What would we talk about? Instead my mind is busy with the images all the things I'm going to do to him when I get him tied down nice and tight. I'll let him have his ankles free because I'm nice like that. He doesn't know it but I have something in my jacket pocket just for him... a special purchase off the internet you might say... and I've been waiting for just this moment to try it out...
 
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He's fidgeting. I decided that talking to him might be a bad idea and I don't want him to get the impression that just because he gets a repeat that I would think he's special or something.

We get to my apartment and I get the door open, slide out of my jacket and throw it on the couch. I start disrobing immediately. I kick off my shoes, pull off my shirt, and unbutton my jeans and drop them to the floor. I step out of them fully naked and hard. I turn around and he's got this slack jawed expression on his face. The blindfold is forgotten in his hand.

"Shut the door will you?" I smirk, and stalk to the bedroom.
 
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For a second I ponder just leaving. He is too fucking cocky and I know I'm playing with fire. After what he did to me last week the stakes are pretty high. I had to think pretty fast to explain to my boyfriend how I got shaved - I convinced him I did it for him and he bought it, somehow. I hated it at first, having nothing but bare skin down there, but now I've gotten used to it and I have to admit I really like the feeling. It's super sensitive now...

And my cock rubbing against my jeans almost painfully is what convinces me to follow him instead of walking out. What the fuck. I shut the door and lock it as I shed my clothes, my stomach quivering with anticipation. I almost forget to grab my jacket as I walk into the bedroom. No, wouldn't want to forget what I have in my pocket for him later...
 
I glance back over my shoulder and he's hesitating. Not sure why, don't really care. Oh, god. I remember now...I shaved off his pubes. I wonder how he explained that one. Doesn't matter either. I take one look at his weeping cock and I start to salivate.

I drape myself across the bed and wait for him to join me. The bed's on a platform and the hooks are well concealed behind the bed frame. I turn off the lights and leave the neon enhanced picture "The Boulevard of Dreams" glowing on the wall above the bed. I decide to give him a little show and start stroking my cock. He approaches and stands in the door frame holding his jacket. Maybe he has a thing for suede?
 
I stop dead in my tracks and just stare at him. My cock is practically dripping and I hate that he can see it - not the image I want to portray right now - but I'm hypnotized by the sight of his tanned body against the dark sheets, his hand lazily stroking his cock while he grins at me devlishly. For a second I'm not sure I can move, but then my legs start to slowly carry me to the platform where the bed rests. When I get close enough I can actually smell him and my knees almost buckle remembering the sensations he's given me in the past.

I drop the jacket carefully next to the bed. We'll get to that later. I sink down on my knees next to him and lean over, licking the shiny tip of his cock. He touches my hair and sends a shiver down my back. I lift my head and raise the blindfold between my fingers.

"Ready?"
 
I cock my head and study him quizzically. He's got to know my reptuation as a top by know so why does he persist in this? I tilt his chin up and look deep into those soft blue eyes and try to fanthom what's going on in his mind. I brush my thumb across his lips and cup his cheek in my palm. Not many would challenge me in my own land so to speak. He's brave. I give him credit. I slide my fingers around and caress the nape of his neck. He's vibrating a little bit and his breath quickens almost imperceptably.

Hmm. Interesting reaction. I sit up and study him further. He's fondling my cock and not letting me watch his face. But, I caught it already. I'm not sure as to the why of it, but he needs this. He needs to feel like he's conquered me.

I take the blindfold from his hand and slip it over my head. "Ready when you are" I say, quietly, and lay back.
 
I swallow.

In the back of my mind I wasn't expecting this. My heart pounds as I look at him lying back against the pillows with the blindfold covering half his face, just waiting. Even like this he still looks dangerous. I start to tremble. Did I really think he'd let me do this? I never expected him to give in... but now I have him and he can't do anything to stop me. He's at my mercy.

Get it together, boy.

I give myself a little mental shake. He's just like anyone else I've ever played with. So I move over him, my knees on either side on his thighs, careful not to contact too much of his flesh with mine. I want him confused and unsure what's happening. I want him out of his mind with pleasure before I give him what he needs.

His hands are casually behind his head and even though his cock is hard he's kind of grinning his usual smart-ass grin beneath the blindfold, like he's just waiting to see what I'll do next. The challenge is clear. He doesn't think I can do this. He thinks I'll cave just like the other times.

With determination I reach down and pull the belt out of the loops of my jeans. It's a canvas belt with a double row of grommets. Not as hard and stiff as leather. When he hears the jingle of the buckle he lifts his left eyebrow, but all he does is snicker under his breath and that just drives me on further. Fuck him.

I wiggle my knees up so I'm straddling his stomach. His cock is nudging under my balls and I rotate my hips a little, drawing a little growl from him, as I pull his left arm down from behind his head and circle it with the belt, drawing it tightly through the buckle.

"Careful little boy," he warns me roughly.

"Oh I will be," I promise, leaning down to outline his bottom lip with my tongue. I pull his right arm down and wrap the belt around his wrist, drawing it tight before looping the end around his headboard. When I lean forward to do this my eyes happen to catch a glimpse of two hooks in the wall, hidden behind the mattress.

He feels me tense up and he grins.

"See something back there?"
 
He's seen the hooks.

I wish that right now I didn't have this fucking blindfold on. I wish I could see his face. As it is I have to rely on other cues. He sucked his breath in hard, and now he's panting a little bit. I can't tell if that excitement or panic over what those hooks symbolise.

He should have known they would be there. I wait.

He finally decides to finish the job and attach the belt to the hooks. I can smell him, light tinge of sweat, cologne and the lime scent of his shampoo. I'm curious as to what he'll do so I just wait...
 
I don't know what it is about the hooks but seeing them gives me a deep visceral shock. A cool, curving metal intrusion in my vanilla world. More evidence I'm way out of my depth.

But I remind myself who's the one blindfolded and tied to the bed and I slip the grommet of the belt over the hook. I have the idea he's not been in the grip of his own hooks much. Time he got a lesson in their use. I take my time checking the tightness to be sure he can't get out. The whole time he's just lying there with that faintly amused sneer on his face. So I decide to wipe it off in a hurry.

Quickly I move off his chest and down between his knees. I lift his ankle to my shoulder and lick my way up his calf to the back of his knee. He sighs like he's bored so I increase my assault. Delicately I nip at his knee cap and then push his knee up, biting the back of his thigh hard, sucking on it fiercely enough to leave a mark. He growls but doesn't struggle in the hold of the belt.

My tongue flicks up, skimming his inner thigh. I look up and almost want to pull the blindfold off so I can see his eyes. I want to see what this is doing to him - surely he can't be as casual as he pretends. The uncertainty doesn't even seem to affect him and I hate that. So I slip my tongue under his balls and lick the little spot just beneath...

THAT gets a sharp breath from him and I grin. My tongue is long and agile and I put it to use at last. I flick it over his tight pink hole but pull it away quickly when he rolls his hips forward to get more of it. I pull his balls into my mouth and roll them on my tongue and then dart away when he groans. He's starting to fidget impatiently. Now I'm enjoying this.
 
Ahhh now we are getting somewhere. He's finally put that tongue to good use instead of sticking it out at me. He's a brat of the first order but I'll forgive him this time. The bite on my thigh actually hurt but I'm not going to let him see that.

Payback is a bitch.

He finally gets the rhythm of whatever it is that he's been planning and starts to go after my dick with relish. He licks from my balls to the tip of my cock and sucks lightly and that gets a moan out of me. He's talented. He's a born cocksucker I can tell and he gets off on it.

I can't see a thing with this blindfold on but I am willing to bet he's playing with himself while he's sucking me. I decide to tease him. "Uh uh...little boys don't get to play with themselves while sucking me off. So put your hands on my hips or play with my nipples. They'd like a little attention too, sunshine."

He stops immediately and checks the blindfold. I nearly laugh. I raise my knees to let him have a better angle and I don't think he appreciates my anticipating him. "See, if I do this, then you can rim me as well. I like that." I say with a smirk. All I hear is another sharp intake of breath.

"I wanna fuck the shit out of you" He growls.

"Ah well then, " I answer, trying to keep the flip tone out of my voice, "The lube is in the nightstand next to where you dropped your jacket." I smile at him sweetly.

His fingers wrap around the head of my dick and he jacks me slowly, tantalisingly. I have to bite the inside of my cheek. I can't get the visual of him stroking himself out of my head so I give up and try to encourage this. I hear the squirt of the lube bottle but don't feel anything cold so I am assuming he's either lathering his dick or something that he's brought. I really like the idea of him jacking that beautiful cock of his, the skin so bare and pale. I'd like to lose myself in his crotch, licking his balls over and over again...bathing them in my spit. I want to taste him...
 
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Reaching down I grab the package out of my jacket pocket and make sure it crackles as I slowly rip the cellophane. Never been opened - I've been saving it. His brows draw together as he wonders what I've got and at last, when his bottom lip goes between his teeth, I see a hint of uncertainty.

"Know what I'm doing?" I ask harshly. "I've got something for you... something to put in that nice tight ass of yours. Don't worry... I'll put it in nice and slow..."

He whimpers as I slowly coat the string of tapering anal beads with lube. They're a bright and cheery translucent purple silicone. When they're all slippery I drop them down and trail them over his cock and his balls, letting him feel what I've got. I have to grin when he jumps.

"Were you expecting something else? Maybe something long and hard?" I whisper wickedly as he squirms.

"Mmmm, put them in," he answers, sending a hot charge though me with his demand.

"Don't worry, I'll go slow..." I promise....
 
Ohhh anal beads. I have to admire his creativity. He swirls them around, teasing my dick and my hole and I have to squirm. But in my head I am thinking of all the ways I am going to get him back for this. He wants a show, so I'll give him one. I writhe slowly, arching my back up off the bed and groaning. I wriggle down and try to impale myself on the tip of the wand but he's agile and pulls it away with a "tsk tsk" sound.

I decide its time to keep a running commentary about all the things I am going to do to him when I get loose from here. "You know," I begin, albeit a bit breathlessly, " I am going to rim the fuck out of your tight little ass when you untie me. I'm gonna lick you until you see stars little boy. And then when you are begging me to fuck you, I am going to..."

His lips come crashing down on mine, sucking the air out of my lungs. His kiss is raw and fevered and he fucks my mouth with his tongue like there is no tomorrow. He withdraws abruptly and whispers in my ear "oh fuck...." His breath is harsh and rasping. "I really want you to..."
 
"What?" he demands. "You want me to fuck you senseless, don't you." He says my name in a very low and hypnotic way. I'm shaking like a leaf. "Untie me. Right now."

I gasp, my mind tumbling with confusion. "But -"

"Untie me."
 
"No," I croak. Even in my current state of lust and confusion I'm not ready to give up the power I have over him right now. He just looks so delicious and so fuckable, blindfolded and bound to that wicked hook in the wall, prey to his own devious mind. I'm not letting him go until I have my way with him with my tongue... the beads... and then my cock.

He says my name again harshly. "You'll be sorry."

"Mmm I highly doubt that," I whisper, regaining a little bit of my confidence. After all , what can he do to me. trussed up like he is? I sink down on my belly and nudge my face between his thighs, nuzzling the soft skin with my lips, licking my way up to his hole. "By the time I let you loose," I whisper, "You're gonna be so fucked out you won't be able to do anything to me but roll over and let me fuck you again."
 
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