"Now, Petey, you've been a bad boy," Patrick spanks the older man with the riding crop he's been holding. Pete gasps loudly. He pulls on the restraints around his wrists that are suspended from the ceiling, but that only causes more pain.
"No no no Pete. The more you pull, the more it hurts. You know that." Patrick purrs as he runs his fingers along Pete's jaw line. "Now, tell me what you want," Patrick demands.
"I.. I want you... Patrick I want you to please me," Pete says between breaths. Patrick steps back and takes in the full sight. Pete was completely naked, the only covering being his tattoos. His wrists were restrained as well as his ankles. And the part that Patrick was most pleased with was Pete's rock hard erection.
"Pete. You're going to watch me undress first. Then I'll decide what happens next" Patrick said with another spank to Pete's bare ass.
Patrick steps directly in front of Pete and sets the crop down by his feet. He starts by taking off his socks. Then he slowly grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head to reveal perfectly smooth, milky-white skin with the perfect spatter of dirty blonde chest hair. Next he takes off his belt and walks toward Pete, who is breathing heavily. He runs the leather along Pete's torso and over his cock, making it jump up.
He undoes the button on his jeans and kicks them off to the side, leaving him in blue boxers. He walked over to Pete and slid the boxers off. He grabs his own cock and touches the tip to Pete's, earning a moan.
"Now Pete. I want you to watch me pleasure myself. Think you can handle that?" Patrick asks, pressing a hungry kiss to Pete's lips.
Patrick takes the chair from the desk in the corner of the room and positions it about four feet in front of where Pete was standing. He grabbed the bottle of lube and applied a generous amount directly onto his own erection. He started slowly, stroking up and down, looking directly into Pete's eyes. Pete started pulling against his restraints again as Patrick quickened his speed. Pete wanted to be the one pleasuring Patrick. He felt like his dick was going to explode soon if he didn't get some kind of pleasure.
"You like this Petey? You like when I touch my cock? Would you rather I touch yours? Or would you rather me fuck you? I think I'll fuck you later. You want that?" Patrick asked in a husky voice as he continued to jerk himself off.
"Please. Patrick. Oh god please" Pete whined. Patrick stood up then and, still pleasuring himself, walked up to Pete. He started pumping faster and faster until he came, spurting onto Pete's bat-heart tattoo. He preceded to get down on his knees, and, looking directly up into Pete’s eyes, licked the cum off of Pete. Then he took Pete into his mouth. He started slowly, licking down the sides. Then he took in all of Pete's length until he was gagging. He sucked hard and Pete bucked his hips forward, desperate for more.
"Ah ah ah. Petey, you know the rules. You have to stay still or else you don't get rewarded." Patrick said, barehand-spanking the outside of Pete's thigh.
Patrick waited about thirty seconds before gripping pete and stroking him. He took his balls into his mouth and swirled his tongue around them, causing Pete to come instantly.
Patrick stood up, wiping his mouth. "How was that baby?" Patrick asked, kissing Pete deeply. As they kissed, Patrick reached up to undo the restraints around Pete's wrists. When his hands were free, Pete lowered his arms and placed his hands on Patrick's hips, pulling him closer. They stood there for a few minutes savoring the taste of each other.
Patrick bent down to take off the shackles from Pete's ankles and proceeds to push him back toward the bed.
"All the way up, Petey. You know the drill." Patrick says, crawling up the bed. He grabs the cuffs from the head board and attaches them to Pete's wrists.
Patrick gets off the bed to grab the lube again. He slicks up his fingers and inserts one into Pete. Pete let's out a moan and is chastised for it. Patrick slips in another finger and leans forward to kiss Pete. He retracts his fingers and positions himself so that Pete's ankles are practically sitting on his shoulders. He enters Pete, filling him deliciously.
"Oh Patrick, yes," Pete sighs. Patrick continues his slow torture, focusing all his attention on his bottom half and pleasuring Pete as much as he can. He thrusts deep, hitting Pete's prostate and earning a loud moan from Pete. He doesn't bother chastising him because it was so god damned sexy.
He continues to fuck Pete, pumping harder and faster until he comes loudly.
He reaches forward to release Pete.
"Petey," Patrick breathes, kissing Pete and feeling his hands in his hair.
"What Trick?" Pete asks.
"I want you to fuck me. Don't tie me. Just fuck me-" before he can finish his sentence, Pete is grabbing his hips and turning him around. Patrick is on his hands and knees and Pete doesn't take any time preparing Patrick. He enters him immediately.
"AGGHHHH" Patrick screams. It stings badly, but after a few seconds, the stinging is replaced by a wonderful sensation. Pete is sized just right for Patrick, so he hits his prostate dead on every time. Pete grabs a handful of Patrick's hair and tugs lightly, causing Patrick to moan Pete's name. Pete, with his free hand, gives Patrick a slap on the ass, causing the younger man to gasp and moan.
His thrusts get sloppier as he nears his climax.
"Mmmmm Patrick you feel so fucking good. I'm gonna come," Pete moans before releasing into the younger boy.
Patrick turns around wraps his arms around Pete's neck and kisses him passionately.
"I love you so much, Pete," Patrick says, laying down and pulling Pete next to him.
"I love you too Patrick. Now let's sleep. Come here," Pete motions for Patrick to cuddle next to him.
"Maybe I can tie you up tomorrow, baby," Pete yawns, but Patrick is already asleep.
