Chapter Three
Terry had taken to the clamps quite nicely, just as Phil had thought he would. Every little whimper, pained moan or sharp cry made Phil’s cock throb more. He cupped Terry’s balls and his boy hissed as he sucked in air through his teeth. The heat of Terry’s prick against the heel of his palm, combined with the tightness of his sac, meant it wouldn’t take much to push Terry over the edge. If he could make his boy come while embracing the exquisite ache from the clamps, they’d be off to an excellent start in their new aspect of play. Phil hadn’t the slightest idea whether Terry was a pain slut, but he was certain from his reaction to the flogger and his love of rough sex, that at the very least he’d thrive on adding some harsher elements to their sessions.
Phil licked the corner of Terry’s mouth, teasing, knowing that Terry would obey the rules and not touch until given permission—an instruction that included Terry using his tongue. Phil continued to torment him, hinting with his lips that he might demand a kiss, but never taking it so far as to dip inside his mouth. Phil increased the pressure of his grip on Terry’s sac and noted that a thin stream of precum had trailed down Terry’s shaft where it pooled against Phil’s wrist.
Perfect.
Phil forced his tongue past Terry’s lips, demanding the kiss that he’d been denying him. He pressed deeper to taste as much of him as he could. Phil was like an addict when it came to Terry. His scent, his flavor, the sensation of his lean frame and soft skin beneath his hands, the curve of his perfect ass— Terry sparked something inside him that no other man ever had.
Phil retreated from Terry’s mouth and tried not to laugh at his disappointed whimper. “I thought perhaps my baby might be needing to get off.” Phil kept his voice low. “Are you ready for me? Are you ready to give me that orgasm, that hot cum? “
“Oh God, yes. So ready, you have no idea.”
“Then as soon as I release the first clamp, let go and give it to me.”
“Yes, please.”
In one move, Phil pinched the clamp open as he squeezed Terry’s nuts harder shouting, “Now!”
Terry shrieked, the long yell dwindling to a growl as he pulsed jet after jet of cum, his seed splashing against both Phil’s clothes and Terry’s stomach. Phil released Terry’s balls to grasp his dick and lazily pumped his still rigid shaft. He avoided the sensitive tip, but pulled it with a firm grip to encourage more spunk to spill out. Pearly liquid gathered at Terry’s slit and Phil pinched the remaining nipple clamp open. Terry’s knees buckled as he threw back his head with a keening cry. Phil clutched him by the waist, supporting him as another dribble of cum spurted. He released Terry’s cock so he could gather him in his arms, then carry him to bed.
The few times in the past when Phil had picked Terry up, he would be met with protests. This time, however, Terry’s incoherence had undoubtedly left him without the strength to resist. The same way it was when he’d come after their role play scene, Terry’s reaction told him all there was to know about what his lover needed, and Phil intended to give it to him.
Once Phil set him down, he pressed a kiss to his forehead before rolling him onto his stomach. Terry’s body remain pliant while Phil guided his arms above his head, then bound his wrists to the headboard with their ever-present ties. Terry had become so enthusiastic over being bound and restrained, that Phil always made either the soft ropes or leather cuffs available to be used at a moment’s notice.
Once he had Terry properly secured, Phil took a moment to run his palms across Terry’s back, down to his ass then along his legs. He wanted Terry aware and his nerves alive for the next portion of their scene.
“Are you with me, Terry?” If Terry had dropped off, he’d save the flogging or paddle for another night.
“Hmmm. Definitely with you.”
Phil threaded his fingers through Terry’s hair, careful not to tug on the strands trapped by the blindfold. “Good. Flogger or paddle? I’ll let you choose for your first time.”
Phil noted the slight hitch in Terry’s breathing. “The flogger. I’ve been fantasizing about it for a while.”
“Then flogger it is.” Phil wrapped his fingers around the braided leather handle of his favorite implement, the strands molded to his grip by use. “I’m beginning.”
“Yes, Master.”
He swished the flogger through the air both to loosen up his arm and wrist, and to give Terry a moment to absorb what was about to happen. He snapped it above Terry’s form a few times, but didn’t allow the tails to nip at his skin yet. Phil grinned as he raised his arm.
The first blow of the whip cracked on Terry’s shoulder and he tugged at his bonds in response. Phil wasn’t sure if Terry had held in a cry or not, although he hadn’t used anywhere near the amount of force he was capable of. He didn’t intend to hit him with full-strength either—at least not until Terry had become a much more seasoned player. And I do believe we’re headed in that direction. Phil couldn’t hold back yet another grin. The thrill of finally being with Terry the way he’d dreamed of when he’d left Toronto was the greatest gift he could ever receive.
Phil hit Terry’s other shoulder with the same intensity as the first. This time, he detected a slight jerk from Terry’s body. He also noticed that he held his lips together in a severe line.
“Don’t hold it in, baby. Embrace this the same way you have with everything else we’ve done.”
Phil repeated the same moves on Terry’s upper back, pleased when Terry let out a long exhale after the first strike, then a small whimper on the second. Now he’s with me. Phil picked up the pace of his blows, twirling his wrists as he got into the rhythm of the flogging. He moved his way down Terry’s body, the slap, slap, slap of the leather strands creating a hypnotic soundtrack that enveloped him with a satisfaction that little else could. Phil then continued upward, following the same path until he’d reached Terry’s shoulder blades again.
Terry skin glowed with a stunning shade of red. On his upper back it was particularly bright, the hue much deeper in color. Phil repeated the same pattern as before, imprinting his marks with the kiss of his whip deeper into Terry’s flesh. His own cock pressed uncomfortably against his slacks—the sight of Terry naked, bound, blindfolded and subject to his will—testing his resolve to wait until he’d finished the beating before allowing himself to come.
Once a few small welts had risen along Terry’s back, Phil switched his attention to Terry’s curved ass. Phil bit his lower lip, his balls aching as each strike not only caused the blush in Terry’s skin to increase, but made the fleshy cheeks shake in response. In addition, Terry’s moans had increased, charging the air with even more electric arousal.
Soon, Terry struggled against his bonds, yanking on the ties with every blow to his body. Phil hadn’t restrained his ankles, so Terry wiggled freely over the rumpled covers, gasping and whimpering as Phil continued to rain more blows across Terry’s abused flesh. The next time they played with the whip, Phil would be more specific by instructing Terry to hold still, if that’s what he decided. But the picture before him of Terry fighting the ropes and writhing on the bed was so erotic, it had pushed Phil to the limits of his control.
Phil tossed the flogger aside then yanked down his zipper. He fished out his rigid shaft and jacked himself with fury as he spanked Terry’s ass with his other hand. The moment Terry yanked his knees underneath his belly, pushing into each blow of Phil’s palm, his own climax barreled through him and he shot his cum in several long spurts over Terry’s back.
Phil wobbled on his feet, out of breath and a bit dizzy from the force of his orgasm. He lowered himself onto the bed next to Terry then rubbed his spunk into his boy’s sensitive skin. He leaned over to place gentle kisses across his face, allowing his tongue to dip into Terry’s mouth for a quick taste before retreating.
“Are you all right until I grab a couple towels and some water?”
When Terry didn’t answer right away, Phil contemplated untying, then holding him for a while before he attempted to do anything else.
Terry tried to speak, but only a croak came out. He cleared his throat. “No. I’m fine. But… Not too long, okay?”
Phil caressed Terry’s head. “No, baby. Not too long. Let me just take the blindfold off first, but keep your eyes closed until I get back. You’ll need to let them adjust to the light. I’ll dim them some more before I return.”
He’d already brought a couple water bottles with him, but he wanted to dampen a hand towel and snatch a couple more dry ones from the bathroom. He was also ready to strip down completely. Once he’d retrieved the items he needed, he made sure to lower the lights and rush back to Terry the way he’d promised. After he’d untied him, he gently rolled him onto his back. Terry hissed, his face twisting in a grimace.
“Okay, I’m just slipping out of my clothes, then I’m going to take care of you.”
Terry gave a small nod, but still hadn’t opened his eyes. Phil swiftly removed his garment then climbed onto the bed. He encouraged Terry up by bracing the back of his neck so he could take a few sips of water, then fluffed a pillow so he could relax while Phil cleaned them both off. He completed the task then tossed the towels into a basket that remained nearby for just such a purpose.
“Come on, baby. Let me hold you a while, then I have some cream that’ll help prevent too much bruising on your back and ass. I’ll offer you some painkiller as well, since this is a new experience, but in the future there may be times when I wish for you to absorb the pain instead of avoiding it.”
“That’s all right. I don’t want it. But I do have one question.”
“Of course. What did you want to know? I’d like to have a full discussion about your first experience with some real erotic pain, but ask whatever you’d like.”
“Just curious. Do I still have nipples? Because seriously, it feels like you ripped those puppies right off.”
Phil chuckled, relieved to discover that his feisty sub was still present and accounted for. He gathered Terry into an embrace, held him close and thanked the universe they had found each other.