Who is in control indeed.
They are grooming each other to do better with each passing moment.
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[mention]Msueta@2[/mention] I know how much you enjoy this story, so I want to dedicate this next chapter to you.
and here it is...
Chapter 9: So close
The seconds creeped by as we stared into one another’s eyes. I wondered what he was thinking. I was thinking how gorgeous he was.
I was considering how stunning he looked bound to the chair, his strong torso circled by ropes, his pecs bulging slightly more than usual because of the ropes squeezing his chest. His upper arms forced behind the chair back caused his biceps and triceps to relax, putting all the stress on his shoulder muscles, they gleamed under his sweat.
I sat down on his lap with my front facing him, straddling the chair. His hard member inches from my own growing erection.
As I sat down, more pressure went onto the chair and once again Dean groaned as the plug did its job. I smiled a devious smile.
I slowly started pulsing my waist on his lap, each motion made my toyboy shift and groan. I guessed the plug was translating my movements.
I planted my lips on his, placing my one hand on his throat and the other in his black curly hair. I held him in a firm grasp as I made out with him.
All the time working my hips.
“Fuuuuuuuuck.” Whispered Dean as we took a second to breathe. “I am so ready to cum sir.”
“Yeah.” I whispered back keeping my thrusting steady. “Can you do it with neither of us touching your dick?”
Dean gave a playful smirk, “I can try.”
“Tell you what bud. If you bust your nut without touching in the next five minutes, I’ll wreck your ass.”
What was I saying, the heat of the moment was driving me insane. Was that even sexy talk? I had no idea what I was doing. But it was working.
Dean bit his upper lip as he started thrusting under me. My eyes went wide as I felt his dick touching mine.
I jumped up. “I said no touching.”
Dean smiled his cocky smile.
I jumped onto the table sitting myself square in front of him, placing my bare feet on the chair seat between his spread thighs.
Dean looked down, he looked back at me and started seriously humping the air. His hard dick pitching a tent in his loose running shorts, each thrust brought forth the swishing sound of his shorts and the deep breaths.
“uh.”
“ah”
Dean was panting within the first minute, his sexual drive pushing him forward.
The chair started creaking as my buddy’s thrusts became more intense.
His muscles started straining, his abs flexing and his thighs bulging. I thought for sure he was about to cum but nothing happened.
“Fuuuck me!” grimaced Dean. “I am so close. Just can’t get enough, ugh”
I could tell he was frustrated.
“Tick tock” I waved my finger in front of his eyes, teasing him.
He moaned and groaned but after five minutes nothing happened.
“We will have to train you to be able to do a hands free boy. Times up.”
Dean’s movements died down. “Fuck. I can’t believe I didn’t cum. I was right there a couple of times but I needed more to push me over the edge.” Dean shifted in his bondage, relaxing his composure into the strict ropes. He took a deep breath and let out a sigh.
I waited patiently for another 5 minutes so that Deans body can recoup. I was afraid any touch would send him over.
I started untying his body from the chair. Soon he was able to stand up.
His first reaction was to touch the butt plug.
“Can’t I take this out now.” He gave me very mild puppy eyes, which absolutely melted my heart. Here was a big stud, reduced to begging me to remove a plug from his ass. This couldn’t be real.
“Bend over.”
I gave a simple command and Dean for once listened without any theatrics.
I realized right then we might be getting somewhere, maybe he was starting to obey without question – or maybe he just desperately wanted his ass to be free of pressure.
Dean bent over presenting his bum to me. It was so round, and yet firm. I pulled down his shorts, revealing his butt cheeks, spread open by the way he was standing.
I softly touched the plug pushing it deeper, Dean’s knees buckled a little. I must have hit that prostate.
I was tempted to push it again, but that much pleasure would literally let Dean explode so I opted to grabbing the little platform and pulled the plug out of my toys ass, extracting a long deep moan from him in the process.
“That’s a good boy. Your hole will be ready for me one day. I just know it.” I smacked his bum, watched it jiggle ever so slightly and pulled his shorts back up.
“Grab a shower. I’ll be waiting for you.”
Dean went for a shower and I cleaned up and straightened out my apartment before going to lie down on my bed.
As Dean came out of the shower wearing his standard black briefs, I patted the bed next to me. He jumped on and I signaled him to be the little spoon. He obliged and I placed my arm around his chest.
We lay there in silence for a bit. I was enjoying the tender moment. This is what it felt like to have someone be there for your every need. Not only the fun stuff but also the needed stuff.
After few more seconds of silence, “Sir.” Dean whispered.
“Yeah my boy?”
“Could you tie me up sir?”