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Joey raised his head, staring into Ethan’s eyes. “You’ll last as long as I make you.”

Ethan’s eyes flared, and he licked his lips. “Are you sure this is the right time?”

“It helps me push aside everything else and concentrate on you.”

“Okay.”

Joey dropped a kiss on his lips and then climbed off him. “Strip the bed down to the sheet and lay on your back. I need to get supplies.”

As he rummaged through the drawers, he could hear Ethan moving behind him, but he didn’t look to see if he was doing what he was told. Joey had no doubt he would. He picked six ties from one drawer and noise-cancelling headphones from another. When he faced Ethan again, his lover was lying on the bed as he’d been asked to, and Joey’s gaze ran the length of him. His muscular physique might be seen by many as butch—or a giant, as Christi had called them—but he was in perfect proportion everywhere. His chest tapered into the V of his abdomen, heading into his groin, where his cock stood proudly. Joey couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face at the sight.

He wrapped the ties around his hand as he stepped closer, dragging out the moment. As much as he wanted this to last hours, he was on borrowed time. He put everything on the bed beside Ethan’s hip and chose the first tie. He slid the fabric around Ethan’s ankle, tying it tight enough for him to feel it but loose enough not to stop the blood flow. Then he moved on to the second ankle. He repeated the action for his wrists, tying them low enough that it wouldn’t strain Ethan’s arms as they continued.

“I’ve left a long tail that you can pull to free yourself should you need it,” he said.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Joey ran his hands down Ethan’s arms, the goosebumps flowing in the same direction, and then he straddled Ethan’s thighs. Grabbing another tie, he placed it over Ethan’s eyes and beneath his head, bringing it back to the front to tie off.

“Colour?”

“Green, Sir.”

“When I put this final tie on, you’re not going to be able to talk easily. I will assume everything is fine unless you use your fingers. One finger means green. Two fingers mean yellow. Five fingers mean red. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Repeat back what I said.” Ethan did. “Good. If for some reason that doesn’t get my attention, I want you to make as loud a noise as you can for as long as you can, however you can. Be it with your limited voice, hands banging on the headboard, or anything else you can think of.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He leaned down and ran a hand along Ethan’s jaw. “I never want to hurt you.”

“I know, Sir. Hurt is only allowed during play, not when someone wants out.”

“Good.”

He smoothed the tie over Ethan’s mouth, which opened without being asked. Joey knotted the tie, making a mental note to get some sort of hood or ball gag in the future. He nipped at Ethan’s lips. “Right, final item. These will block out all sounds. You’ll be completely deprived of everything but feel. Are you ready?” Ethan put up one finger. “Good.” Joey slid the headphones over his ears, and Ethan stilled. Joey ran his fingers down Ethan’s jaw to his chin and nipped at his lips once more. Then he pulled back and climbed off the bed.

He’d purposefully not grabbed everything he wanted to use when Ethan could see because it would spoil the surprise. He went back to his drawer and pulled out a Wartenberg wheel, a feather and a cock sleeve. When he turned back to the bed, Ethan’s chest heaved, but his cock strained. Joey placed everything on the bed except the feather. He held it just above Ethan’s ankle and then skimmed it slowly across his skin. Ethan flinched, which Joey expected, but then settled as Joey continued to weave the feather up his leg. When he reached Ethan’s groin, his cock bobbed, precome leaking down the swollen red shaft. Joey kept going past it, without touching, and down his other leg.

Then he removed it and grabbed the wheel. Again, Ethan flinched when it first touched his abdomen, but he stayed as it made its way across his stomach and chest. Joey made sure to run it over his nipples, and they tightened in response. Joey catalogued every response to the stimuli.

Picking up the feather again, he ran the feather down one side and the wheel down the other several times before swapping over. Ethan panted through the tie in his mouth, his nostrils flaring, and Joey put down the wheel and feather and wrapped a hand around his cock, smearing the fluid around to coat it for what he had planned next.

The cock sleeve had bobbles on the inside, so it would stimulate him even more. Joey rested it against Ethan’s tip, and Ethan froze—even his chest as if he wasn’t breathing. He slid just the head of Ethan’s cock into it, and Ethan bucked, but Joey pulled it free again. Ethan groaned behind the tie, and Joey smiled. He repeated it, rotating the sleeve so it hit all the nerve endings beneath the head. Ethan writhed, and sweat beaded on his skin. Lowering the sleeve onto his cock fully, he paused, keeping it still and making Ethan mumble behind the tie. Joey was determined to make him lose control.

Holding the sleeve in place, he grabbed the wheel again and ran it across Ethan’s nipples. Ethan’s neck strained as he pressed his head into the mattress. Joey chose one nipple to focus on and slid the wheel back and forth over the tip. He added the sleeve into the mix, lifting and lowering it. If only he had three hands, he would’ve used the feather on the other nipple, giving him three sensations to deal with.

The sleeve made a slicking noise, and Joey knew Ethan was already close. But Joey wanted inside him before he could come. He wanted to feel him tighten around him.

He left the sleeve around Ethan’s cock, though he didn’t expect it to stay on. It would slowly work its way off, but the sensations would keep going until it slid free. He reached for the lube and prepared Ethan as quickly as he could while still using the wheel on him. When he was ready for him, Joey slid a condom on and slicked it and wrapped his hand around the sleeve, which had fallen off during his ministrations.

He held his cock at Ethan’s pucker and the sleeve at his cock. He slid inside him at the same time he slid the sleeve down his cock. Ethan shouted behind the tie, but his fingers were inside his fist. When Joey sank deep inside, he paused. He crawled closer, lifting Ethan’s ass to rest on Joey’s thighs, keeping them tightly bound together. He wasn’t planning on going anywhere. The feather skimmed across Ethan’s nipples, and the sleeve slid down Ethan’s cock repeatedly. But still, Joey didn’t move. He could feel Ethan rippling around him, but he was going to send Ethan over the edge without fucking him more than he already was.

Ethan writhed and squirmed on the bed as Joey continued with the feather and sleeve. Ethan’s ass tightened on him with each slide until Joey’s cock was strangled. Ethan tensed all over, his body becoming a block of ice before he let out a muffled yell, and the contractions around Joey’s cock had him needing to move. He gritted his teeth through the need until Ethan’s body relaxed a little, and then he put everything down and gripped Ethan’s hips. Moving back a little, he withdrew once and slammed into him. After that, he couldn’t stop and fucked him hard and fast to his own orgasm. Just before he went over, Ethan contracted around him again, and Joey’s eyes widened at the second release of fluid over Ethan’s stomach.

“Fuck,” Joey groaned as he released into the condom. He gave himself a second’s breather and then pulled free. Throwing the condom over the side of the bed, he leaned down and lapped up every splash of come on Ethan’s body. If he paid special attention to his nipples and cock, who could blame him?

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