Page 25 of Corporate Bondage

He returned to me with a prostate plug and cock harness. I groaned in dismay. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Oh, it’s necessary.” It wasn’t like my hands were free to stop him anyway. He strapped the cock harness on and left it dangling to get the lube. He returned, kneeling by my feet and gripped my ass cheeks. He squeezed hard and my traitorous body brought out a moan. His hands smoothed over my buns before his palm crashed into my ass. My cheeks clenched, but I retained my gasp. His breathing turned shallow as he ran his thumb down my crack.

“Hmm.” He probed my pucker with his lubed finger. “You shaved just for me, didn’t you?”

I grunted. “It was overdue.”

He chuckled, bringing the end to the prostate plug up to my hole. “You know one of these days you’re going to have to say it.”

I relaxed, unclenching my ass as he pressed the plug inside me. A moan slipped from my throat, and my cock swelled against the restraint that tightened around it. He slid the plug deeper as far as it could go. It felt strange to have a foreign object up my ass. I shifted and gasped as the plug scraped against my prostate. It was like mini-explosions fired up my body hitting every nerve ending.

“That’ll keep you all opened up until I’m ready for you,” he said slapping my ass sharply again. I jerked and then stilled for each movement I made brought the plug up against my prostate.

Instead of being terrified at the position he had me in, I was energized, seeing this as a challenge I intended to win. He acted as though I was the only one affected, but he was too. I was determined that he would cave in before me. I wanted him to admit he didn’t just ask to fuck me to demean me. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. I didn’t understand it yet, but the passion between us was raw and intense. I had desired Keith, even though I thought Tate and I belonged together. Earlier he had questioned me if I were in love with Tate. I had been bothered by his question, but now I wondered if he had a point.

The whisper of a whip slicing through the air jerked me from my musings a millisecond before the Cat-O-nine tails slashed across my upper back. “Fuck!” I exploded more out of surprise although every inch of flesh the flogger had touched burned. I braced myself this time for the next fall of the flogger on my back. He concentrated on my upper back, changing the location of each strike. I bit into my bottom lip, cries of pain converted to muffled grunts. I had never been whipped before, never been at anybody’s mercy, and it fucking sucked but excited me as well.

It wasn’t too long before my hands clenched at the restraints, trying to claw myself free. My back was on fire, each slash of the flogger now touching a place already stinging raw. I began to pray each lash would be the last, but he kept it up. Once he paused and moved to the bathroom. I foolishly thought he was done only for him to return and pick up a paddle. If I had deemed the Cat rough on my back, the paddle was worse on my ass. Technically it hurt less but each smack of the paddle affected the plug, driving it deeper to scrape my prostate. My cock leaked pre-cum, but the ring acted as a frustrating suppressant.

“Shit!” I grunted as the paddle hit my ass harder than before. My body trembled under the torment, and sweat coated my back. I couldn’t contain the shakes. My back and ass felt on fire. I had to grit my teeth together to bear each strike.

“Tell me what I want to hear!” Keith jerked the restraint around, so I faced him. I blew hard, my chest rising and falling with each breath I drew. I felt marginally better he seemed just as affected, his breathing harsh to my ears. He gripped my hair and pulled my head back, fastening his lips onto my neck and sinking his teeth into my flesh. “Tell me, Gio.” Instead as firm as before, his tone was more pleading.

“Either fuck me or get on with it,” I growled at him.

My words only served to incense him. “Suit yourself. I can keep this up all night.”

My arms ached, but I had some time to breathe and recoup as he surveyed his stash. He returned with a neck restraint and nipple clamps. The little fuckers gripped my nipples tight, and I gritted my teeth against the sharp pain. The collar rested snug against my throat cutting off my air temporarily when he jerked on it. I felt fear then and almost gave him what he wanted. How far would he go before he believed I had enough?

He returned with the Cat-o-nine tails and I lost count of the number of strikes against my heated back. By the time he grunted in frustration and dropped the flogger to the floor, my whimpers filled the room. I almost pissed myself from the fire dancing over my back.

And the motherfucker just left, slamming the door shut. For a long time, I remained alone in the room. My arms grew numb, and my legs trembled from being spread apart. I lost all sense of time. I could have been there for thirty minutes, an hour, or more. I had no idea. I was there long enough for the pain in my back to reduce to a throb and to lose the feeling in my arm. I was there long enough to start loathing him.

I was ready to panic when the door opened, and he entered. I refused to look at him, but he stopped right before me and stripped. I tried to remain uninterested. I attempted to hold on to my anger, but it didn’t last for long. I meant only to glance at him but when I did, I forgot the pain. I forgot him leaving me restrained to his ceiling with no idea or reassurance that he would be back.

Keith had called me beautiful. He was magnificent. He took excellent care of his body. His shoulders were broad, his chest flat, abdomen carved into a six-pack most men wished they had. My gaze dipped below his waist. He was fully erect with a gentle curve upward. I swallowed at how thick he was. My ass clenched in anticipation, and a moan slipped out at the tight fit of the plug.

His head snapped up at the sound, and he smirked cupping his cock. “Your body tells me what I want to hear,” he said. “I’ll take it. For now.”

He removed the spreader from my feet first then unfastened the restraint from my hands. I bit back the cry that sprang to my lips and blinked back the sudden rush of tears at the heaviness in my arms. I rubbed them trying to ease the tingling discomfort of the feeling returning to them.

“On your knees, Gio.”

Fuck this, I was free and could walk on out of here now. His back was turned to me as he walked back to that fucking shelf of his. I knew I was a real sadist when instead of taking this as my cue to leave I went down on my knees on the carpet. The fiber of the material dug into my flesh, but I ignored it because this was what Keith wanted. I was beginning to acknowledge what he said was the truth. Even though I hated him for making me feel so small, I craved the next thing he would do to me.

Keith returned to me with an open-mouth double-ring gag that made me groan. As he fastened it to the back of my head, fitting it across my lips to spread wide, I wondered if he ever tried any of this stuff or if they were just third party torturing devices.

“Perfect,” Keith remarked and pulled on the leash still around my neck until I crawled onto my knees directly before him. “Now it’s your turn to return the favor I granted you earlier. Hands behind your back and do not move them or I’m pulling on the leash. That’s your cue that you’re doing something wrong.”

He guided his cock through the ring, sliding right past my lips. I had no use of my lips to enclose around his cock and suck. He basically opened me up as a hole for him to invade. He controlled how much of him I took, pulling on the leash whenever I eased back. I choked on his thickness, and he withdrew slowly only to thrust his cock down my throat once more.

“Fuck,” Keith grunted, hissing between his teeth. He pumped his hips faster and deeper, letting go of the leash to grab me by the hair. I started feeling like a whore on tonight’s platter, but then I glanced up and saw the look of rapture on his face. I was responsible for that look. A feeling of power overthrew the helplessness I had started to feel, and I used my tongue to stimulate his cock further. My cock which had deflated when he left me alone now stirred back to life.

Keith pulled out of my mouth sharply. “That’s enough."

He helped me to my feet and while I stood, walked behind me. I tried to control my breathing as he worked on removing the plug. It was harder given I had been flaccid when he popped it into place. Now my cock was hard and stretching the length. Several times the plug scraped my prostate and caused me to moan. I gave up on trying to disguise my pleasure from him. He was already seeing my erect cock anyway and knew how much I wanted this.

With a small push, I helped the plug to pop out and he removed the harness. He removed the clamps and collar as well. I sighed in relief, following his instructions to get on the bed, chest planted, ass in the air, hands by my side. I groaned in frustration when he brought yet another restraint forward. He sure had a thing for bondage. I didn’t protest this time because he was finally about to give me what we both wanted, for him to fuck me. My excitement mounted as he locked my ankles into a doggy-style spreader bar then secured my arms to the restraints at my sides.

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