Jesus fucking Christ, what kind of man agrees to be handcuffed and fucked by his boyfriend? Totally at his mercy to however he wanted to use me. It wasn’t being at his mercy that was worrying me, exactly. That was sounding even more fun with the cold weight of the handcuffs in my hand as I walked up the stairs.

What I was most worried about is that he’d satisfy himself and leave me frustrated and horny. I probably deserved it after blowing up at him outside, but I certainly didn’t want that outcome.

Evan stood in the middle of the room, his face a thundercloud of energy. Whatever happened next would be a unique, powerful experience for sure.

“What took you so long?” Evan demanded with a scowl.

“I had trouble finding them—”

“Whatever. Are you really ready for this?” Evan asked, holding out his hand for the handcuffs, but not taking a step toward me.

Standing in my doorway, I nodded. My body buzzed with a mix of fear and excitement. “Yes, Evan. I’m always ready for you, though. I wanted you so badly at the club. I wanted you at Will’s shop. I want you now more than ever.” I was stalling for time while trying to figure out how to ask a question, worrying that asking it would ruin whatever magic was happening between us. “Should we…well, I mean, can—”

Evan’s eyes hardened. “Spit it out, James. Don’t waste my time.”

I blushed at being chastised so firmly, but my dick twitched in anticipation. The mix of emotions confused me, but his command spurred me on. “Safe word. We should have one, right?”

“Right,” Evan said. A smile finally appeared. “I almost forgot in my excitement. Good job. What’s it going to be?”

I glowed at the compliment while frantically searching for an appropriate word. My mind flashed to us dancing at the club a few days earlier. “YMCA.”

Evan smirked, but managed not to laugh at me. “Fine. Now get undressed and get into position.”

“Oh. Yes. Good plan.” I’d expected to make out for a little bit to get in the mood, not that I needed any help getting there.

I briefly wondered if I was supposed to strip slowly and sexily or as quickly as possible. Following my own needs, I moved quickly, and Evan could correct me if I was doing it wrong.

Just thinking of being corrected felt naughty, but it didn’t stop me from getting my boxer-briefs wet and sticky while I wrestled with my belt.

I felt Evan’s eyes roving over my skin with each newly exposed area. When I looked up while sliding out of my underwear, Evan’s mouth was half-opened. His erection had made a pleasing tent in his pants. It was so unfair that he hadn’t started undressing yet, but certainly that phase of our dance would happen…just not soon enough.

Petting my cock, I asked, “Good?”

He shook his head. “You’re not in position.”

When I didn’t move right away, he started counting down from ten. I had no interest in finding out what that punishment would entail, so I scrambled onto the bed, but didn’t know which way I should be facing.

“Up or down?” I asked quickly.

He barely stopped counting for long enough to say, “Ass up.”

My skin went cold at how vulnerable I’d be handcuffed in that position, but there was no going back now. I had to find out how this played out. My curiosity and desire had never been higher.

Fumbling with the handcuffs, I snapped one end around my left wrist, and looped the other around the back of one of the headboard posts. The other end dropped down between the wall and the bed, causing me to lose a couple of precious seconds to pull it back up.

I heard Evan say, “One, zero,” just a second before I finally snapped the other end in place. “Ready,” I said, smiling as I looked over my shoulder.

“You were late,” Evan said, bluntly.

There was no denying it.

Not wanting to wimp out and beg for forgiveness, I instead said, “I guess I need a correction, then, don’t I?”

My body tingled again at the powerful word.

Evan nodded, causing me to whimper in nervousness and excitement.

I’d never done anything like it before, either on the giving or receiving end. In fact, my life had been in a rut.

Other than hooking up with Evan, I don’t do nearly enough new things. Maybe I’m getting old.

Evan grabbed the lube and a condom from the bedside table. He still hadn’t taken off a single piece of clothing. Calm and in charge, he set the items on the bed and climbed on behind him.

Once again, I smiled at him over my shoulder, hoping for him to return the favor.

My body relaxed when he grinned back, but tensed immediately when he said, “Just one more thing,” and tied my T-shirt over my eyes.

Robbed of sight, my nerves practically screamed when Evan traced a fingernail in a painfully slow zigzag down my spine. When his hand reached my ass, he gave it a firm squeeze and an even firmer pinch.

“Ouch,” I shouted with a yip.

“Is that too much for you, James?” he asked.

His mouth was just above the small of my back. With no other way of tracking him other than his voice and his touch, the hair on the back of my neck stood up as I braced for what would be coming next.

I almost jumped out of the bed when he squeezed my cock and rubbed the tip with his thumb.

“Such a pretty cock.” He lightly slapped it and then he was gone.

With him silent and not touching me, I had no idea what was going to happen next. It felt like an eternity. Every inch of my body tried to feel for his presence.

And suddenly his hand exploded against my ass. My head bumped against the headboard. I stifled a giggle for a couple seconds. After that, pain spread over my skin, uncomfortably warm.

I only had a few seconds to wonder if he’d left a handprint on my ass before Evan confirmed it. “Pink looks good on you. I think you need some more.”

If he’d given me time, I would have begged for more. I wanted to see how much I could take, and how it would feel afterward. I wanted to make Evan happy.

Plus, I was having fun.

Evan’s hand rained down on my ass over and over. The only sounds in the room were the smack of his hand on my skin, and the grunts from me absorbing the pleasurable sting.

Just as quickly as they started, they stopped after a dozen.

“God, James. Your ass is glowing like a Christmas tree. That’s wild. How are you doing?”

His hand gently rubbed my skin that was on fire. Even the light touch was almost too much to bear.

“I’m going great.” Deciding to embrace to the role, I added a hasty, “Sir.”

Somewhere behind me, Evan flipped open the cap on the bottle of lube again, which seemed odd since he certainly hadn’t had a chance to undress yet. He also didn’t move from where he was kneeling beside my hip.

Something insistently pushed against my asshole and started thrusting without even waiting for me to catch my breath. It took me a second to realize it was Evan’s finger.

I breathed out and braced myself with my elbows, once again wishing I could turn and see. But the increased sensitivity from being blindfolded certainly had its own perks, too. I groaned when he added a second finger, and then whimpered when his free hand grabbed my dick and started jacking me off.

The pace escalated so quickly that it was all I could do to keep from falling flat on my stomach.

“I’m going to count down from ten. And then I’m going to stop. If you don’t come by then, you’ll miss your chance tonight. Ten, nine…”

I only vaguely continued listening to Evan’s very slow counting. At least he was giving me a fair chance. With such a tight deadline, I focused on the stretch from his fingers, and the pressure against my prostate. Fireworks were exploding across my body, but the orgasm eluded me.

His hands sped, driving me to heavy panting between gasps of yelling, “Fuck!”

“Three, two…” Evan kissed my tender butt cheek.

I’m not going to make it. I’m so close, but I’m not going to make it.

“Come for me, James.”

His magic words unlocked me. I exploded with such ferocity that the silly part of my mind wondered if I’d dehydrate. Evan continued to milk a second wave out of me and didn’t stop until he’d forced out the last drop.

I was soaring with euphoria. All sex before had only been going through the motions compared to what Evan had done to me with just his fingers.

Exhausted, I wanted to collapse and sleep, but I’d need Evan to free me from the handcuffs if I planned to avoid falling onto a puddle of my own cum. I was just about to ask Evan to help me out when I realized he wasn’t on the bed anymore.

Then I heard the sound of his pants unzipping that forewarned that he was coming back for more. There was no way I’d be able to handle getting fucked after what he’d already done to me. Every muscle in my body was already spent.

I tugged futilely on the handcuffs. The only options were to use my safe word or brace myself to take a rough fucking from Evan.

Which sounds pretty awesome and definitely not the same old rut.

Knowing there’d be plenty of time for sleep when we’d finished, I managed to wiggle my ass to make sure he knew I was ready and willing.

“Good boy,” he purred while grabbing my hips.

If I’d thought his fingers had stretched me, his dick taught me the extent of that lie. It took many moments where all I could hear was the pounding of my heart and Evan’s frustrated grunts before he finally was fully inside me.

I’m his and he’s mine.

“I love you.” I barely recognized the words from my own mouth.

Evan froze.

No. Why did I say that? I should have waited for a stunning sunset or holding hands during a cross-country trip or something like that. The first “I love you” shouldn’t be while being speared by his incredible cock.

I was ready to apologize or tell him I was just messing around. Anything to get Evan to get back to fucking me and forget what I’d said. Losing him would devastate me.

He finally moved again, rubbing my lower back, clearly wrestling with how he wanted to reply. I stayed silent to give him whatever space he needed, and just hoped for the best.

“I love you, too, James.”

My heart soared. I’d opened myself up to him, and he’d met me halfway.

“We’ll talk about that more later,” he added and started fucking me as if he were being chased by death itself.

Our bodies slapped together. Our screams bounced around the room.

He was inside me, filling me with more than just his dick. And as magnificent as he was at fucking, the thought of us together, hell, in love even, was bigger and more amazing.

The thought flashed through my mind that I didn’t even really know what it meant to be in love.

Will we have to move in together? Share body sponges? Buy groceries together?

I didn’t know and didn’t care.

Whatever the world decided to toss at us going forward, it would have to deal with us both.

With a final grunt, Evan came, pulling his body hard against mine, where I hoped he’d stay forever. After a few minutes, though, he pulled out, tossed the condom in the garbage can, unlocked the handcuffs and collapsed next to me.

We kissed for several minutes, telling each other that we loved each other repeatedly, eventually using silly voices and giggling until we settled into me spooning his back, holding hands, and my top leg pressed between his legs.

* * *

I woke with a start some time well before the sun rose and gave Evan a light squeeze. I whispered, “I wish I’d known it was your birthday. I would have bought you a present.”

“Thanks, James,” Evan whispered back. “That’s very sweet. But you’re the only present I need.”

“What are you doing awake?” I asked.

“Man, you’re hotter than a furnace,” he said without moving.

Reluctantly, I rolled off him. “Sorry, you should have said something.”

“It felt too good. But thanks. Let’s get some shuteye, love. Oh, you’ll have to drive tomorrow. My tires got slashed while I was working.”

“Mhmm,” I mumbled. Evan’s words seemed like they should be important, but I was already drifting back to sleep.