Exquisite Torture

VIII.

Tharn couldn't believe Type. How could someone be so open to him when he'd been through so much? There was only one way to deal with this. He needed to give him exactly what he wanted. In his current position, he had access to Type's entire body but he was going to start slow.

Leaning forward he made sure he was close enough to Type that he could feel his breath against his cheek but nothing else. Then he whispered for only him to hear, "I want to hold you down and find out how much pain you can take."

"Pain...?" Type was alarmed and that was a reasonable response.

"Unless you are telling me to stop or asking me to slow down, I only want to hear you when you answer my questions. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Tharn."

"Because I wouldn't just hurt you. You have to know that," He said, rubbing his cheek against Type's like he intended to kiss him but never bringing his mouth in contact with any part of Type. "I want to know which parts of your body are sensitive. Whether you like it soft and ticklish or hard and biting. Do you want me to try it?"

"Ugh...uhmmm...yes, Tharn."

Tharn had an idea of what he wanted to do but he was impatient. As much as he liked the way Type responded to his words, he wanted to show him. Letting go of Type's hands he reached over to his bedside table and pulled out a tie. He'd throw in there after his first week of class and never looked at it again.

"I want to tie you up," He said pushing Type's hands back over his head after he had dropped them. "I want to be free to do whatever I want with you. And you...well, you get to take it. All of it. Without complaining."

Type gulped but didn't answer and Tharn's heart was singing with the joy of him knowing that he had not asked a question and didn't need a response.

The knot he used was a simple noose that tightened if Type fought against it. Telling him as much earned him another moan, "I hope you struggle then everyone will know I had you at my mercy...bruises take a while to fade. But don't worry, you can wear a long sleeve shirt for a few days...can't you Type?"

"Yes...Tharn."

With his hands free nothing was stopping him from exploring the body splayed out in front of him. Tharn started by teasing him. His fingers skimming over Type's skin. Testing his sensitivity. He was not disappointed as Type once again arched upwards. Trying to get more of the sensation Tharn refused to give him.

"Do you want me to touch you?"

"Yes!"

"Yes what."

"Yes Tharn, I want you to touch me."

"Like this?"

He asked when he ran a hand from Type's shoulder to his hip. Over the side of his body but making sure to bypass every single erogenous zone. Type was shaking his head. It was funny that he refused to give voice to his denial. Like he already knew there were consequences for denying the absence of pleasure.

Tharn continued teasing him. Testing his responses to small things. How sensitive were his nipples? He reacted to warm breath by shivering. To a gentle lick by trying to fold into himself and get away from the wet tongue. But he arched and nearly came off the bed when Tharn sucked it into his mouth. Nearly shouted the roof down when he bit into the sensitive nub.

Clearly, Type was not averse to pain...but it would be best if he led up to it rather than led with it. Knowing his reaction to increasing pain levels made it easier for Tharn. He wanted to have a little fun.

He parted Type's thighs and knelt between them. Type was holding his breath. Tharn knew he was expecting pain but instead he caressed his thighs and hip. Then took his erection in one hand and started jerking him off slowly. With nothing to ease his way, there was more friction so he kept his hold light. Type reacted like he had been electrocuted.