Usual disclaimers apply!
Playing for Keeps
By Guardian.
Eight days later, the two of them by some small miracle both had the
afternoon off. They didn't make any plans, didn't even talk about what they
might do. They didn't want to tempt providence. Too many anticipated idyllic
days had been ruined by one or the other being called into work.
Unbeknownst to Jesse, Steve had as he had on one memorable occasion before
deliberately arranged for himself to arrive home before his young lover.
He'd put a lot of thought into what he was about to do and he wanted everything
to be perfect.
It had been a quiet morning at the hospital and Jesse arrived home eagerly
anticipating what they might get up to that afternoon. The movies maybe,
or some surfing. Or even just a quiet day curled up on the couch. Anything
would be fine by him, just so long as they did it together.
As he entered the apartment, he noticed that Steve had beaten him home and
was seated in an armchair.
"Hey," he greeted him easily, hanging up his jacket.
"So you finally made it." The detective eyed him appraisingly.
"I had to get my own coffee."
Jesse swallowed as he instantly recognised the imperious tones. This wasn't
Steve talking to him. It was his master. His cock twitched. Lowering his
head submissively, he moved towards the chair.
"Stop." Steve's voice halted him before he'd even got halfway.
"Take off your shirt."
He was standing in the middle of the lounge. Steve was sprawled across the
chair, watching him through hooded eyes and, already, his erection was threatening
to burst out of his pants. Slowly and with hands that trembled minutely
he did as he was commanded.
"Shoes and socks."
Again, Jesse silently obeyed. Barefoot and bare-chested, his hands moved
to the waistband of his pants anticipating the next order. But Steve raised
one hand and that gesture was enough to still him.
"Turn around. Slowly." Steve couldn't help but lick his lips at
the exquisite sight. "Now the pants."
Jesse unzipped them deliberately slowly and peeled them off with as much
eroticism as he could muster. And it had the desired effect as Steve leaned
forward, his tongue again flicking out to moisten his lips.
"Shorts." The older man's voice was throaty with lust and he could
see even before his lover shed his underwear that Jesse, too, was highly
aroused.
The young blonde stood in the centre of the lounge, completely naked and
with a glorious erection. Steve could have drunk in the sight of him for
hours, but there was something he had to do something that would make the
picture even more perfect.
"Kneel," he commanded, reaching down to the side of his chair.
When Jesse had complied and lowered his eyes submissively, he got to his
feet. "Last chance to back out," he murmured.
Jesse looked up at him and his eyes widened when he saw what Steve was holding.
It was a slave collar not the soft leather one that he was used to wearing,
but a slender metal one. His heart quickening, he couldn't find his voice
to verbalise an answer. Instead, he raised his head and exposed his throat
giving silent permission for Steve to enter him into bondage.
Steve closed the collar around his lover's throat and it locked with
a quiet snick. The sight of the young man kneeling before him was making
him achingly hard and he knew that he'd have to do something about it soon.
But first he had Jesse's needs to tend to. He wanted to be owned, to be
controlled, to be completely dominated and Steve had every intention of
doing just that.
Heading back to the chair, he retrieved the other items he'd brought. When
he turned back, Jesse had once again bowed his head and was waiting in classic
slave posture.
"Give me your hands."
Jesse complied instantly, raising his arms out in front of him. Steve closed
an iron manacle around one wrist and then the other and was rewarded with
the sight of the first drops of pre-cum leaking from his lover's swollen
cock. Moving to stand behind the kneeling man, Steve shackled his ankles
and then stood back to survey his handiwork. He had never, ever been so
turned on in his life before. Their previous games had been erotic, but
he realised that Jesse had been right. There was no point in playing the
game if it wasn't for real.
"Look at me." When Jesse raised his head his eyes were dark with
lust. "I want your mouth."
Jesse smiled softly, his own eyes taking in the bonds he now wore. Steve
had allowed for some slack in the chains, but nowhere near as much as he
had allowed himself. His movements were most definitely restricted and the
chains were heavier, more uncomfortable and almost painfully erotic.
Suddenly a hand buried itself in his hair and forced his head up.
"Your mouth. Now." Steve was fully immersed in the fantasy and
although he was always careful never to hurt his lover there was a hint
of a threat in his voice. "Don't ever make me repeat myself again."
Looking suitably contrite, Jesse reached for the older man's zipper, only
to find his hands suddenly clumsy under the unexpected weight of the chains.
His normally dextrous fingers fumbled with the fly, before reaching in to
the soft cotton of Steve's shorts and taking his swollen member in his hand.
Steve closed his eyes as the caresses began. He almost exploded as he felt
his lover's hot mouth close around his cock and begin its expert ministrations.
He wasn't going to last long of that there was no doubt. He hissed sharply
as Jesse's tongue teased at his slit and the next moment he deep-throated
him. His balls were tight, his orgasm imminent and he didn't try to fight
it. With a guttural cry he felt his release take over and Jesse surged towards
him taking in his entire length and swallowing every drop of the creamy,
salty cum.
His hands dropped to the blonde man's head and he caressed his hair thanking
him with the gesture, because their fantasy would not allow the words.
*****
Bending down, Steve trailed his fingers down the length of his lover's
straining shaft. Jesse arched into the touch, but Steve instantly withdrew
his hand. Cupping the blonde man's chin, he looked down into supplicating
eyes.
"You'll never make me wait for anything ever again." He smiled
and, taking hold of Jesse's bicep, pulled him to his feet. He looked at
him seriously. "You can say no if you want."
Jesse frowned at the murmured words Steve never let anything interfere with
the fantasy. Then he saw what the older man was holding. It was a length
of chain and it had a catch on one end and a leather strap on the other.
It was obviously designed to be attached to his collar. A leash.
Lifting his chin ever so slightly, he again gave permission without words.
As Steve attached the leash, Jesse's hands ghosted towards his own cock,
which was straining aching for release.
"Oh no." Steve caught hold of the chain that bound his wrists
and stopped the movement short. "Not until I say so. And if I see you
try to do that again, I'll have to punish you." He gave the leash a
gentle jerk. "You belong to me now ... body, mind and soul." He
smiled and again teased at Jesse's cock. "Most especially body."
Steve led Jesse towards the bathroom and anticipating that his lover would
underestimate the amount of slack in the chains at his ankles was on hand
to steady him as he stumbled with his very first step. But Jesse quickly
adjusted to the restraints and Steve didn't so much as glance back again.
Once in the bathroom, he turned to face his slave. "Strip me,"
he ordered, curtly.
He held the leash loosely in his right hand, transferring it as Jesse slowly
peeled off his shirt, but never releasing him entirely. Already his passion
was beginning to stir anew at having the young man so completely in his
control.
He sat on the edge of the tub to allow Jesse to remove his footwear and
even that was an erotic experience. By the time his pants and shorts had
followed, his erection was jutting out again. Steve got to his feet and
eased his hips out slightly, allowing their two engorged cocks to touch
for the briefest moment. Then he withdrew and Jesse bit his lip at the sweet,
sweet torture.
Steve couldn't resist for a moment longer. He needed to be inside Jesse,
needed to claim his slave completely.
"You're mine," he growled, wrapping the chain of the leash around
his fist, shortening it. "Mine to do with as I please. Mine to take
whenever, wherever and however I want." His hand was under Jesse's
chin, the chain still wrapped around it. "Your body belongs to me and
I say you don't touch it. I say when you cum."
Jesse whimpered softly, not at all sure that he could obey that command,
but he was determined to try. His breath hitched in his throat as Steve
turned him around and directed him to brace his hands against the sink and
he clung on so tight that his knuckles turned white as Steve's free hand
probed at his anus. He wasn't going to let go of the leash, Jesse realised,
his breath quickening. He was going to keep control of him throughout and
he bit back a moan of sheer ecstasy.
Steve slipped one finger inside him and the moan did escape. A second finger
followed, moving with infinite care, scissoring and opening him completely.
He couldn't help himself. His hips began to move, rocking gently and allowing
his weeping cock to brush against the cool porcelain of the sink. He wasn't
disobeying his master, he wasn't touching himself, but he needed release.
Then Steve felt the gentle movement and punished his slave with a bite to
his shoulder. He didn't break the skin but Jesse gasped at the sudden brief
pain. The fingers inside him began to move with more purpose, the strokes
turning rougher and then they were gone. Steve reached for the lube off
the side off the sink and yanked the top off with his teeth. It was most
definitely awkward doing everything one-handed, but he was determined to
do it. He needed to own Jesse and that meant keeping hold of him while he
took him.
He slathered the lube onto his cock and positioned it at Jesse's entrance.
Easing himself forwards, he grasped his lover around the waist and pulled
him back onto him.
"Am I a good master?" He all but snarled, his mouth very close
to Jesse's ear.
Jesse, his eyes tightly closed as Steve penetrated him, could only nod in
response.
"Tell me." Steve wasn't about to let him off the hook that easily.
"Am I a good master? Am I good and kind and everything a master should
be?"
"Yes!" Jesse gasped the word out as Steve pushed himself in further.
He tried to shift his hips again, but the grip around his waist tightened
and he was left bereft and achingly hard.
"Say it." Steve commanded, thrusting himself in fully and grinding
his hips against the body before him. "Say it." He began to thrust,
with a slow, regular rhythm. "Say it."
"Yes!" The cry was torn from Jesse, as he felt himself on the
edge of orgasm, but able to do nothing to bring about the relief he craved.
"Yes you are a good master! Yes!" Steve pounded into him again.
"Yes! You are! Please!"
Steve almost almost reached for his young lover's cock as he felt his orgasm
surge. But instead he changed the angle of his thrusts, seeking and finding
the younger man's prostate. Jesse threw back his head and screamed. He had
never felt anything like it in his life before and he was in very real danger
of passing out from the intense pleasure.
Then Steve thrust again and again hit his sweet spot. He watched his mate
in the mirror, seeing the way that he threw his head back, his eyes tightly
closed and with a sheen of sweat standing out on his forehead. As he continued
to thrust, he began to talk.
"Now you can come." He increased his speed all the while pounding
against Jesse's prostate. He felt his balls tighten and knew that he'd reached
the limit of his endurance. "Now!"
Steve came as he cried out the word and felt rectal muscles clamp down on
his cock, increasing his pleasure a thousandfold. And Jesse screamed again,
his own orgasm spurting.
As the delicious sensations passed, both men collapsed forwards almost overwhelmed
by the intensity of their release. Steve somehow retained the presence of
mind to keep hold of his lover's waist and he lowered them both carefully
onto the floor. Jesse curled up against him, his entire body trembling and
it took Steve some moments to realise that the doctor was crying quietly.
"God, Jess!" He was instantly mortified and scrambled for his
clothes intending to retrieve the keys to the shackles. "I'm sorry!"
A gentle hand on his arm stopped him and he looked back to see Jesse smiling
at him with a look of complete rapture on his face. He realised that the
tears were nothing to do with him being upset he was just overwhelmed.
"No! No ...Thank you." Jesse looked deeply into his eyes and they
shone with complete and utter love. "I...I've never done that before.
Never been able to ... you know?"
And Steve did know. Jesse had never before achieved an orgasm without direct
penile stimulation. It was a big moment for him. A big moment for both of
them. Steve kissed the sweat soaked hair and then reached for the keys anyway.
Freeing his trembling mate, he pulled him into a strong embrace.
The fantasy was over for another day and Steve wondered how they could possibly
emulate what had just occurred. But, even as the thought crossed his mind,
a slow smile spread across his face. He had a few ideas that might do the
trick