Page 5 of Xtasy

Hawk was different today. Professional, but chatty—probably trying to ease the tension he had to feel radiating from every pore of Atlas’ body.

“Don’t be shocked when you see some of the stuff.” He looked over at Atlas as the elevator dinged a notice that they’d reached the third floor. “I’m guessing it’s safe to assume you’ve never been to a BDSM club?”

“You’d be correct. I did some research after talking, though. I’ll be fine.” Atlas wassoooonot going to be fine.

“Great.” He waved an arm for Atlas to go before him. “Welcome to my studio. Go ahead and get undressed while I finish setting up a few things. We’re going to start with some playful photos and then move into working on Shibari photos. Both Ambrose and I were obsessed with your eyes. I know your face won’t be in the photos, but I still had to buy pale blue rope to work with. It’ll work perfectly with your skin tone, as well.”

Ropes. Okay, Atlas could do this. Nothing bad was going to happen. It was nothing more than one fully clothed man tying up another completely naked, vulnerable man…with colorful rope. What could go wrong?

Atlas was deathly quiet as he undressed. Hawk was making enough noise for both of them, setting up and talking to himself while he moved about the room. As Hawk continued to work, Atlas studied some of the props Ambrose had chosen. He didn’t know the real names of them, but there was some sort of cross, something he thought they called a spanking bench, a huge bed, a cage big enough for a grown man, and a sex swing. Yeah, he needed to quit looking.

“You ready, Atlas?”

Atlas turned to see Hawk standing next to the bed, holding the pale blue rope and a furry purple blanket. Hawk was correct, the rope did match his eyes. There was a chance he was going to puke from fright. Instead of puking, though, he answered, “Yes, Sir.”

Hawk’s eyes darkened instantly. “Don’t call me that. Call me Hawk…or asshole…anything exceptthat, okay?”

“Sure, asshole. You’re the boss.” Atlas tried for a teasing tone in his voice. It must have worked because a huge smile spread across Hawk’s face.

“I like your feistiness, Atlas. Do you want me to wear surgical gloves when touching you? I can if you prefer it, but I work better without them.”

“Did you shower after your earlier workout?” Atlas teased again. “No need for the gloves.”

“Very funny and thank you. Okay, I want you on your knees at the foot of the bed. Be as relaxed as you can be, but, uh, I need you to get yourself hard for me. There will be some photos of you soft, but these call for an engorged cock. If you want me to look away, I will. I know you’re shy.”

Okay. Wow. He really hadn’t thought this through. Of course, they would want his dick to be hard, but he was terrified and couldn’t thicken on demand. Sure, he was still young and should be able to pop a boner with a soft breeze but fear really messed with a guy’s head. Both of them.

There was no doubt in his mind that Hawk would never have a problem getting his cock to perform on demand. He had said control was his superpower, and Atlas didn’t doubt it. Hawk, with all his muscles and confidence, could probably control wild beasts if he put his mind toward the effort. Atlas could picture a naked Hawk wrestling a lion into submission. His muscles would flex. His eyes would blaze. He would move like a machine. Most notable, he would do it all without actually hurting the lion. The lion would beg to submit before Hawk—to kneel before him.

“Hey, nice job, Atlas. Most guys have to stroke it into action. You must have some serious mind control over your cock.” Hawk remarked, jolting Atlas from his latest fantasy featuring the man in front of him.

Atlas looked down and sure enough, his cock was standing at attention, dripping pre-cum like a Trojan horse. Hell, he couldn’t remember ever feeling as hard as he did now…as aroused as he was…how desperate he was for Hawk to touch him and not in a simply professional way.

“Like I said, we’ll start with some playful pics before moving to any ropes or bindings,” Hawk said while handing Atlas the furry blanket. “Place the blanket across your lap, making sure your cock is displayed on top.”

Atlas followed Hawk’s request and tucked the blanket across his lap, cock and balls on top. The lavender fur on the blanket tickled Atlas’ cock, causing his breath to hitch. Fuck, his body had never been so sensitive in his life. Since his cock was hard, it wasn’t wanting to lay quietly on the blanket—more of a stand-up and look around stance. Atlas tried pushing it down and his cock popped right back up.

Hawk came over. “Here. Bunch the blanket up so that it’s in line with where your cock feels comfortable.” He watched as Atlas worked with the blanket until everything was perfect. “Now, don’t be alarmed. This is perfectly safe, and we’ll wash it off immediately,” Hawk said as he showed Atlas a large bottle of dark purple glitter. “I want to sprinkle this on your cock. When I’m finished, we’ll have some photos of our first glitter cock.”

“First?” Atlas squeaked. “I thought you said this was perfectly safe…like you’d done it many times before.”

“No. I researched it extensively to make sure to purchase the correct product and ensure no harm to your skin. I’ve wanted to do it forever but never found the perfect model for the job, so I waited. You’re the perfect model.”

Atlas frowned. “For glitter?” Glitter certainly didn’t make him feel very badass, but he couldn’t argue that he thought the photo would be not only unique but sexy as hell.

“For a photo I’ve wanted to do for a very long time.” Hawk answered in a sultry voice.

Atlas could never…would never…say no to that voice.

“Glitter me up,” Atlas answered. “Give me a unicorn dick.”

Hawk grinned. “That’s a cute nickname for it. I like it.” After that Hawk began to generously sprinkle the purple glitter up and down the length and sides of Atlas’ cock.

Atlas felt each and every tiny sprinkle, it was like itty bitty explosions of pleasure on his cock.

Much sooner than Atlas wanted, Hawk finished the photo—taking at least fifty photos from all angles—and then gave Atlas a warm wet rag to wipe away the evidence. As Hawk had predicted, everything cleaned up nicely. No burning or itching. Atlas missed the glitter the moment it was gone. When he finished tidying himself up, Atlas looked up at Hawk and found him loading the photos onto his computer. Quietly, Hawk studied them. Atlas held his breath.

“They are amazing.” Hawk whispered in awe. Turning to Atlas, he added, “You’re amazing. That’s been a fantasy of mine for a while and you made reality even better than my fantasy. Thank you.”

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