Page 5 of Hurting Hunter
Ethan stood up, signaling the end of their initial negotiation. Hunter followed suit. His body was less tense, as if he already leaned into Ethan’s dominance. The foundation of trust had been laid, and they were ready to explore the depths of their dynamic.
They stopped by the locker room, where Ethan retrieved his toy bag, before they went downstairs into the dungeon. Ethan was pleased how Hunter followed his orders to a T, as the man followed him at a respectful distance and kept his entire focus on Ethan.
Downstairs, Ethan considered his options. Many of the stations were occupied. The spanking bench was free but… oh yeah… the chain station was available. The spot allowed a Dominant to tie their sub to chains dangling from the ceiling and secure their legs to chains on the floor. It was perfect for what Ethan had in mind.
Mentally he went through Hunter’s limits. He halted at the chains and dropped his bag. “Any problems with being chained?”
“No, Sir.”
“Any medical issues I should be aware of?”
Hunter frowned. “I’m clean if that’s what you’re asking.”
Ethan smiled. “I know you are. It’s part of the club’s paperwork and you wouldn’t be allowed to play here. What I meant was issues with circulations or maybe certain mental triggers to avoid.”
“Oh.” Hunter blushed.
Ethan found the trait endearing on the tough biker.
“Sorry, Sir.” Hunter lowered his gaze. “No issues I’m aware off.”
“Excellent.” Ethan squeezed Hunter’s shoulder. “Please strip for me.” Ethan turned away and took his time rummaging through his bag for cuffs and other essentials. Getting naked in a public area might be difficult for Hunter and Ethan wasn’t going to make it harder on the man than it had to be by staring at him.
When he finally turned around, Ethan almost swallowed his tongue. Obviously totally at ease with himself, Hunter stood gloriously naked, his well-defined body highlighted by the proud erection standing from a neatly trimmed groin on display for all to see.
Damn that is a fine specimen of mankind.
Ethan’s own cock surged to life with a speed that was bordering painful, and he almost dropped the items. With a nonchalance he didn’t feel, Ethan pocketed the lube and anal plug, glad he already clipped the other essentials to his belt.
Closing the distance between them, he said, “You are gorgeous.”
“So are you, Sir.”
Crowding Hunter, Ethan pushed him backward until they were standing directly beneath the chains.
Working on the wrist cuffs, he asked, “Do you remember your safewords?”
“Red to stop, and yellow to slow down and talk.”
“Very good.” Ethan rewarded him with a kiss and tutted when he broke the lip lock and Hunter tried to follow his mouth. “Greedy bastard, aren’t you? Remember, you’re not in control. You take what I give, and only what I give. What word will you use for me to continue?”
“Green, Sir.”
“Excellent. For the rules, you can’t come unless I give you permission.” Ethan sank to his haunches to buckle on Hunter’s ankle cuffs. “You’re allowed to beg.” Unable to resist, he ran his hands up and down Hunter’s strong legs before pressing them outward so he could clip the cuffs to the chains. “If you come without permission, you’ll get ten medium-hard smacks with my SLUT paddle before I let you clean up your own mess. Understood?”
Hunter stiffened, but replied with a polite, “Yes, Sir.”
Ethan rose, making sure to brush against Hunter’s erection, before cruelly grabbing and twisting both Hunter’s nipples.
Hunter let out a shocked gasp, but his flush deepened.
Oh, this is going to be fun.
Nothing pleased Ethan more than bringing a strong man like Hunter to his proverbial—or literal—knees with the right amount of pain and pleasure. He tugged on one of the chains and attached it to the cuff, then gave the nipple on that side a laving kiss, making sure to use his tongue and teeth to make the bud go taut with need.
When Hunter began to squirm, he released the nipple with a pop and repeated the process on the other side until Hunter’s breathing sped up.
Leaving the chains slack for a moment, Ethan pulled the plug and lube from his pockets. “Show me that ass, boy. Bend forward and brace yourself on your upper legs.”
