Page 39 of Bound to Him

Parker didn’t hesitate to obey, parting his lips as wide as he could. Sebastian slid the silicone cock all the way to the hilt in one fast move. Having no time to adjust to the invasion, Parker gagged at first. He worked his tongue around the latex and swallowed convulsively as he tried to relax and accommodate the mouthful. Tears sprang to his eyes as he did so.

His master didn’t wait for him to get used to the gag. He simply buckled it behind his head and stepped back. “Excellent. Just as I pictured it.” He swiped away a tear on Parker’s cheek with his thumb. “And you’re crying already. How lovely. I could have incorporated this into our usual bedroom play years ago of course. But I wanted to save it for here. I’ve been planning on creating this dungeon for us for a long time.”

Sebastian left again and returned with a piece of red silk in one hand and a cock ring in the other. He pressed the cloth into one of Parker’s hands. “Hold this. Because I’ve taken away your voice, this will be your silent safeword. If you need me to stop, simply let go of it.” He brushed his lips against Parker’s cheek. “I really hope you don’t.”

Stepping back again, his master released Parker’s cock from its cage. It sprang up immediately, hard and needy, pre-cum pearling at the tip. Sebastian clasped it and squeezed. “I love seeing how aroused you are. Tonight, as part of your present, you get to come. But not until I’m ready for you to.” So saying, he wrapped the ring around the base of Parker’s shaft, trapping the blood in his dick and giving him no way to find release.

Aroused beyond measure now, Parker shuddered against the cross and tugged at the bounds. Staying still was impossible even now and they’d barely started. He pleaded fruitlessly with his eyes for his master to give him some relief as he bucked his hips. It had been a month since he’d last come. His master had become stingier with his orgasms.

Parker loved it.

Sebastian pinched one of Parker’s nipples hard enough to make him squeak. “Behave yourself or I’ll change my mind about letting you come.” He pinched again even harder. “I won’t clamp these tonight but know that I’ve bought new ones with weights. I’ve been told they are very painful. You’ll like that, though, won’t you boy? My little pain slut.” His expression as he said it conveyed his loving appreciation.

Parker swelled with pride and he struggled to obey his master’s order to remain still, swallowing hard around the dildo and clenching the plug repeatedly to give his energy somewhere less obvious to go.

His master stared at him with seeming approval before leaving. Parker tried to turn his head to see what the man was doing.

“Eyes forward!”

Parker whipped his head back into place, staring at the wall in front of him and realizing for the first time that it held a ceiling-to-floor mirror. He stared back at his reflection—the perfect image of a bound submissive. The sight alone would have caused him to come but for the ring squeezing it back.

Sebastian went behind him, stripped completely, aroused as much as Parker was. “I’m going to mark you from shoulders to ass. And not with a paddle. That’s fine for what it does, but we are an old married couple now and need to up our game to keep things interesting.”

Sebastian’s tone was casual, as if they were discussing some bit of business for the company instead of Parker’s imminent torture. Parker didn’t mind. He’d been urging Sebastian to do something like this for years now. It had been hard to get his husband to accept that Parker had stayed with him out of love and not merely gratitude. No matter what Sebastian had said or done, Parker could always sense him holding back, waiting for something. Since Ava’s birth, that feeling had faded. This dungeon was the final proof, though, that Sebastian truly believed that their marriage was a life-long loving one.

“We’ll start with something relatively benign. A suede flogger. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Parker nodded enthusiastically.

Sebastian looked at him through the mirror’s reflection. “I don’t want you watching your own beating. If you can see when and where the strike is coming, it’s less fun for both of us. Do I need to blindfold you or will you be able to keep your eyes shut?”

Unable to speak, Parker slammed his eyelids down and nodded.

“Good boy.”

The praise and the trust his master was showing in him made Parker determined not to look, no matter the temptation.

Nothing happened for long seconds, a test perhaps of his resolve. A whooshing sound was all the warning got before strands hit his upper back. He grunted softly through the gag. The blow caused his skin to tingle, a more diffuse feeling than the smack of a hand or the paddle Sebastian had taken to using. It caused a delightful shimmer to run through his body. If this was the worst of his punishment, it would be very pleasurable. He knew that wouldn’t be the case. Sebastian never did anything by half measures.

The next blow was much like the first. Parker didn’t flinch, knowing what was coming even if he couldn’t see. That reaction didn’t last long, however. As Sebastian worked his way down to the middle of Parker’s back, then up to his shoulders again, the flogger started causing an uncomfortable amount of heat. The tingling turned into pain. With his eyes firmly shut, Parker tried to lean into the discomfort, focusing on the darkness to find that floaty space he’d discovered during rhythmic spanking. His master wouldn’t allow it, switching up the location and the intensity of each blow. Parker became alert, tensing as he tried to anticipate what part of his skin would be targeted and how hard. He whimpered and panted and struggled against his binding to avoid being hit. It was no use. He couldn’t move an inch. Still, he clenched the cloth in his fist even harder, worried he might drop it by mistake.

I can take this. I can please us both.

The flogging ended abruptly, giving Parker a chance to regain his composure and his breath as much as he could with the dildo blocking one airway. He swallowed around it, saliva pooling around his lips and dribbling past the corners. The reprieve was short lived. Sebastian returned.

“Open your eyes.” When Parker complied, his master held up a bamboo cane. “This, dear boy, is really going to hurt.”

Parker moaned, from fear and excitement. He knew that this form of punishment would test his resolve as no other and leave him marked. The mere thought of it caused his cock to pulse and his balls ached so badly, he truly thought they might burst.

“You’re excited by this, aren’t you?” Sebastian didn’t wait for a nod to answer him. Instead, he lifted Parker’s chin and swiped at the moisture on his cheeks and on his chin. “Your tears are so beautiful. Close your eyes again, darling.”

Parker obeyed, quivering with anticipation. The first strike was a lick of fire on his ass so acute, he screamed past the dildo. This was a pain unlike any other he’d experienced and he couldn’t hold back more tears and cries as a second one followed the first. The cane had to be abrading his flesh. Nothing this agonizing could not be damaging. It might even leave scars, permanent proof that he belonged to his husband and master. Far from scaring him, the thought of it firmed his determination to endure. He clenched his fingers around the cloth hard enough to hurt his palm.

Five strikes. A few minutes. That’s all his punishment was, even though it felt like a hundred delivered over hours. Sebastian put his hands on Parker’s shoulders and kissed the nape of his neck.

“Such a good boy. I couldn’t be prouder. You will get your reward, but only after I have my pleasure.”

Parker knew what to expect now. The plug came out and was replaced by the burning stretch of Sebastian driving his cock all the way in with one hard thrust and no lube. The fucking was furious, an assault designed to bring his master to climax as quickly as possible. Parker sucked on the gag in time to his master’s movements. The man dug his thumbs into the welts on Parker’s ass as he clutched at his waist for leverage. The bite of pain was both terrible and wonderful. The burning on his outside matched that of his inside. His master claimed all of him at once, tormenting him even as he drove him to greater heights of pleasure.

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