COMPLETED | Take Me Down The Rabbit Hole (BDSM | 18+)

XVI

Aspen stared at Alan as he tried to process the words, but all that came out was an unsure "Oh." 
Alan smiled. "Don't worry, I have no doubts you'll enjoy it." He looked down as Aspen continued looping and tying the rope around his legs. "You practiced," he stated, suddenly sounding surprised. "On yourself?" 
Aspen blushed. "No, Sir. On Spencer." 
"Huh." Alan looked on and then stopped Aspen. "No, don't cover your ankles, we're using these." He held up a pair of padded leather cuffs that were connected with a little chain and took a step forward. "Make sure you're comfortable, you'll be in this position for a while." 
Aspen hesitated before he laid back on the bed and adjusted the way the pillows supported his neck. 
He watched as Alan put the cuffs on him and then went back to the panel at the door, pressing another button. 
"We've never done any suspension play before because it is not something I have equipment for at my apartment, but trying something new doesn't hurt!" he called back to Aspen over the humming noise of the motor as a string with a hook dangling from it was lowered from the ceiling. It stopped mid-air and Alan came back, hooking the chain of the cuffs to the hook. "Are you comfortable?" 
Aspen wriggled around a little, trying to get used to the feeling of having his legs up in the air. "Yeah..." he said slowly, staring up at the ceiling. 
"Don't worry, this is heavy-duty material, you can wiggle around as much as you want," Alan mumbled. Then, he clapped his hands. "Ready?" he asked, almost as if Aspen had a choice. 
Well, he did, obviously - after all, Alan had promised him they would leave if he was uncomfortable, and Aspen wasn't afraid of his safeword, but he wanted to know what exactly Alan had planned for him anyway. 
"Yes, Sir," he responded, noting that his voice sounded a lot more steady than he felt. 
Alan smiled down at him from where he stood and then left for another corner of the room. Aspen heard wheels scraping over the carpeted floor. 
"Since I am honoring my fiancé's request not to have sex with you," Alan reminded him - as if Aspen could forget, "We're going to use this fine machine." 
Aspen couldn't see it, but he had a vague image in his mind of what it might look like. He flinched as Alan spread cold lube around his exposed asshole, and Alan tutted lightly at him. "Already squirming, are we?" 
Aspen exhaled lowly. Alan was right. This was certainly not the first time he had engaged in anal sex, and it wouldn't be the last, so why was he so worried about how much it might hurt? 
The motor of the machine jumped to life and tore Aspen from his anxious thoughts, but he winced again when he felt the fake dildo begin to push against him, demanding entrance. 
Aspen sank deeper into the pillows and whimpered softly when the toy finally penetrated him. This was definitely not like all the times Alan had used buttplugs of various sizes on him. The strange noises of the machine stopped again, and Aspen turned his head to look at Alan, who was holding a remote. 
"You don't need permission today." 
Well, that certainly wasn't very reassuring. 
Aspen didn't have the time to say anything, because the machine began to make noise again and the toy pushed further and further, causing Aspen to involuntarily raise his lower body from the bed in an attempt to accommodate the strange feeling. 
Another whimper escaped him, but this time, Alan didn't respond to him. He heard the soft click of a button and the machine sped up slightly,  the dildo pushing and retreating in a rhythm that made Aspen's heart speed up. 
He could feel his whole body began to heat up as the machine sped up more and more, the damned toy finding his prostate and pushing Aspen closer and closer to the edge. 
And he knew Alan was watching. 
"Fuck," he exhaled before he thought better of it - and Alan laughed. "You can let go and relax pet," he said, almost sounding stern. "Don't fight it, we both know what happens when you do that."
"You wouldn't-" Aspen exhaled, but Alan only answered with a grin. 
"Would I not?" he questioned, crossing his arms, "I know how much you enjoy denial play, and I assure you, there are people out there," he jerked his head towards the two-way mirror, "that would love to see you writhe and beg me for release. You do look oh so pretty when I make you do that." 
"Sir," Aspen whimpered in response. 
"What, pet? Am I embarrassing you? There's nobody here but us."
Aspen's brain was suddenly flooded with all the times that Alan had made him beg and ask for the most ridiculous things. Some weren't even sexual in nature - one time, Aspen was on his knees for a spoonful of ice cream - ice cream that Aspen had been forced to make for dessert, no less - and Alan had still denied him, stuck the spoon into his mouth and ate the bite that was supposed to be Aspen's before smirking down at him. "Delicious," he'd complimented, and Aspen swore his insides churned like the high-tech ice cream machine he'd used earlier. 
His body spasmed and Alan's rumbling laughter filled his ears even before his brain caught on. 
"That wasn't so hard now, was it?" Alan asked when he finally stopped laughing, and Aspen felt himself go slack, his legs still awfully secure in the mermaid tie he had administered on himself. 
"You're too good at this," he whispered, almost accusingly, as the machine worked away at him. 
"At what?" Alan asked, but Aspen didn't miss the knowing glint in his eyes.
"Humiliation." 
"Oh, no," Alan tutted, "This isn't my doing, pet. It's you who has the humiliation kink."