Music To My Ears | 2gether Short Stories

Rock, Paper, Scissors - Chapter 03

A/N : Y'all still with me?
Song : Earned It by The Weeknd

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"You're doing well, baby. Stay the course" spoke Tine.

Wat nodded. He had never wanted anything more in his life.

"Yes, Master"

Tine pushed him back on the bed.

"Keep your eyes on me the whole time. I want you to see everything I do to you" said Tine, his eyes gleaming.

Wat opened his mouth slightly, he'd forgotten how to breathe.

"Lift your knees up to your chest" commanded Tine.

Wat followed the instruction, his heartbeats rising as he pulled his knees up.

Tine spread Wat's thighs with his hands and Wat blushed as he saw his semi-erect cock jumping to his belly.

Wat had never exposed himself this way to anyone before.

He looked down at himself, the white t-shirt bunching at his waist, his shaft naked against his clothed stomach, his shaved balls smooth and plump.

His chest heaved under the t-shirt, his nipples hard and poking through the fabric visibly.

"Fuck, you look spectacular, baby" whispered Tine, running his tongue over his lips.

Wat gasped at the touch of Tine's naked torso against his legs as Tine leaned forward on them.

He lifted his head eagerly as Tine pressed his lips against Wat's.

He moaned as Tine held his face in both hands and fucked his mouth with his tongue, their teeth clashing, hungry lips rubbing and eating each other.

Wat ran his hands all over Tine's chest and abs, greedily palming his pecs and rubbing his thumbs over the buds of his nipples. He ran his fingers over the dog tags that lay warm against his sternum.

Wat felt bereft again when Tine held his chin firmly to keep his face in place as he himself pulled back.

Tine produced a necktie that he had fashioned into a pair of cuffs, with nooses on both ends.

He slipped one end around Wat's right wrist and the other around his right ankle. He tightened the loops at both ends, leaving space for some movement between the wrist and the ankle.

He proceeded to secure Wat's left wrist to his left ankle the same way with a second tie.

The ties restricted the movement of Wat's limbs. He couldn't straighten his legs or raise his hands beyond a certain limit.

Wat felt aroused by the fabric that rubbed roughly against his skin as he tested his range of motion.

"You're not allowed to come until I give you permission, understood?" asked Tine.

Wat nodded, though he wasn't sure how he could control it.

Tine brought out a cock ring. Wat had tried one before with a particularly kinky girl, but he hadn't felt the rush or the panic that the black silicone rings in Tine's hands awoke in him.

His wide eyes followed Tine's fingers as they slipped one ring down to the base of his shaft and the other around his balls.

His erection looked bigger than ever and stood stiff and straight.

"Look at me" said Tine.

Wat raised his eyes almost reluctantly to meet Tine's, feeling embarrassed and shy.