Exquisite Torture

XII.

"You are a fucking selfish, asshole..." Type said, "Is this what you wanted? Making me...this!!!?"

"What is this? What did I make you do that you didn't want to?" Tharn asked, his soft voice in direct contrast with Type's shout.

"Fuck! You made me want this...want you. You turned me into a fucking freak and you don't even care. Was it just a conquest? Is that all you wanted? To prove you could turn my head after the things I said and did when I found out you were gay? Is that it?"

Tharn didn't answer and Type couldn't live with the idea that if that was the case, he had walked right into Tharn's trap. He wanted to make him pay.

The punch he threw never connected with Tharn's jaw. Instead, Tharn held his fist in his then using his momentum pushed him away so he stumbled. He seemed to come back to himself. The anger evaporating in the face of what he had just tried to do. Tharn was right, he hadn't done anything Type hadn't wanted him to do. If he was a freak, it wasn't because of something Tharn had done.

But he couldn't...

Turning to Tharn, he tried to plead with his eyes but Tharn wouldn't look at him.

"I'm sorry Tharn. I didn't mean..."

Tharn turned away and Type felt like he'd been pierced in the chest. When Tharn started walking towards the door Type panicked.

"I need to cool off," Tharn said.

But before He could make it to the door, Type held his hand and prevented him from leaving. Tharn shook him off, pulling his hand away violently and Type was certain he was going to lose him. He was out of choices.

There was only one thing left to do.

With fluid grace, Type got down on his knees, linked his fingers behind his back and lowered his head.

There was pin-drop silence. But he dared not look up and see Tharn's reaction. He just wanted him to stay. Stay so they could figure this out—together.

"No...Type. You cannot have me," Tharn said softly.

There was no anger, no power behind it. The pain in his voice the only real thing. The quiet declaration wielding absolute power over both of them before he walked out the door and left Type on his knees. Begging him to come back. Except he wasn't there to see it.

And soon enough Type couldn't see through his tears either.

~

There were so many things Type wanted to say. The torrent of words fighting to be aired would never find an audience. Tharn had walked out without saying a word. Did that mean Type was right about him? That he had in fact got what he wanted and didn't care anymore?

Type couldn't believe he'd left. Couldn't accept that he had been that wrong about Tharn. But he didn't want to lose what they had and until Tharn told him, in no uncertain terms, that he didn't want him anymore he intended to hold on. If he could put his pride aside to beg for what he wanted, then there wasn't anything he couldn't do.

He could have gotten up. He could have done any number of things but he chose to stay on his knees. To wait however long he had to until Tharn came back. He was tired and his body was starting to hurt and he'd completely lost track of time when he heard the door open. He wanted to look up to make sure it was Tharn but he stayed exactly where he was.

Tharn had returned. He could tell when Tharn stepped up to him and he recognized his shoes. But he remained silent. Then he felt a warm hand on his head. Fingers running through his hair and over his scalp sending a shiver of awareness through his body.

"You will pay for what you did," Tharn whispered.

"Yes, Tharn." He said sobbing with relief, as he leaned against Tharn's leg for comfort—and perhaps for a little support.

"Do you know what I'm going to do to you?"

He couldn't articulate his feelings. He had an idea of what was to come but he didn't want to pre-empt Tharn. So, he mumbled an unclear denial and hoped Tharn wouldn't call him out. He didn't.

"I am going to punish you. It's a good thing we have the whole weekend. I have two days to play. The entire time you will be mine. You will do as I say. You will not complain. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Tharn."

"I will take you out and you will have to stay in character. Do you think you can do that?"

"Outside...?" Type asked desperately wishing he'd heard wrong.

"Yes. I'm thinking I can put a collar on you and walk you around like my puppy. Everyone would see who you belong to." Tharn said but there was something teasing about his voice.

Who he belonged to? Was that a trick to get him to agree to do something so...humiliating? He couldn't go outside like that. But he couldn't tell Tharn no. He didn't want there to be a limit to what they could do together and if Tharn said he wanted to go out with him on a leash, he would let him and trust that he would protect him.

"I'll make it so you can't speak unless I agree. I want to be in full control of your body, your mind, your every sensation...can you handle it?"

"Uhm...ahem! Yes...Tharn?"

"Now I think you should go to bed."

Type finally looked up at that instruction. It was not what he wanted to hear. He was on his knees begging. It wasn't so he could go to bed. Refusing to follow instructions he stayed on the ground even when Tharn walked around him to get to his bed.

"Is there something you want?"

"Yes, Tharn...please."

"Do you think you deserve such a reward?"

"Ugh...no, Tharn."

"Then you should..."

"Please, Tharn."

Type was so desperate he didn't care that he was begging. That he was doing exactly what he said he wouldn't do. If he had just done this sooner it wouldn't have been so bad. But he felt like he wouldn't be able to sleep. He wouldn't be able to function if Tharn didn't give him what he needed—what they both needed.

"Fine. I'll make you a deal," Tharn said, returning to stand in front of Type, "If you can make me come with just your mouth—no using your hands, no touching any other part of my body—I will let you come tonight."

Against his own volition, a sob of relief escaped him and he leaned against Tharn's thigh again. Looking up, he stared at Tharn and then turned his gaze to his crotch. If Tharn knew this was something he'd been dreaming about for weeks, he might have given him a different 'punishment' but he was determined to give him exactly what he wanted. He reached up to unzip Tharn's pants and undo the button.

Pulling down the pants and boxers he reached for Tharn's hard cock and was immediately rebuffed.

"I said you can only use your mouth."

Type felt the flood of saliva in his mouth and swallowed it down only to find himself in the same position. Putting his hands behind his back he looked right at Tharn and leaned forward until he could get his mouth around the tip of his cock. Tharn tried to hold his gaze as he leaned forward to allow the thick phallus to move in and out of Type's mouth but he couldn't. He threw his head back in pleasure. Holding on to the back of Type's head to steady himself, not to hold him still.

Type knew what he liked. Knew what felt good. And he used every skill he could think of. He hollowed out his cheeks so the suction was tighter. He forced Tharn to the back of his throat then swallowed around him, fighting his gag reflex and driving Tharn insane with the pressure milking him. But Tharn was finally undone by the feeling of Type sucking his cock and working his tongue against the sensitive head and rim of his cock.

It was so intense that Tharn cried out and held on to Type's face as he fucked his mouth with a few hard thrusts before spilling his cum in Type's mouth and down his throat.