He woke up feeling cold. He tried to open his eyes but felt a blindfold. Tried to move his arms but felt shackled. He began to panic as he realized he was naked, belly down on a bed of some sort. He tried to move his legs. Shackled! He felt fear rip up and down his spine. He had no memory of how he'd gotten there. As his senses came back to him, more alert than ever, he felt he'd been gagged. His heart began to race like crazy. His mind went on overdrive. He tried to remember something, anything that would explain this, but he came up blank.
Then he heard a door creek as it opened and air rushed over his bare behind. The cold knife of fear ran through his heart. He could barely hear anything in the room over the loud pounding of his heart. Quiet steps were closing in on him. He tried to struggle, break free, scream, plead to be let go, anything really, but all he succeeded in doing was to hurt his wrists and ankles against his metal restraints and emit some unrecognizable muffled sounds.
A hand caressed down his spine, gently and his heart stopped. Cold, cold sweat covered his body as the hand slipped easily between his ass cheeks, teasing at his hole. Tears began to flow from his eyes when the realization of how helpless he was against whomever was next to him hit him. His body began to tremble and the hand went away. He hoped he'd be left alone, even though he knew that was not going to happen. He'd seen enough movies to know what was about to happen to him. His hot tears dampened the mattress beneath him.
He fought more against his restraints. To no avail. He felt blood drip down his left wrist. He didn't care. He fought with all his might. For nothing.
A hand gently caressed his face, whipping away his tears. He froze. Somehow the touch felt comforting. His heart slowed down just a little. Enough for him to focus on his other senses - the ones that he could still use. He felt the mattress give under him, on his left side, as someone sat down next to him. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as much as he could. He needed to remember every single detail he could. He needed to be able to tell the Police everything and anything - no matter how degrading that would be! Rage ran through his system, giving him strength to put up with whatever was coming his way now.
The person moved closer to him. A pair of lips touched his forehead. Gentle like butterflies. The simple touch made his blood boil. He recognized the touch, the smell, something about this person. His body was calming down while his mind was trying to catch up. What the fuck was happening to him?
That hand moved to caress the wounds he'd inflicted on himself, on his wrist. Those lips were chasing the pain away, kissing his hand, his wrist. He felt the bed move again as the person lay down next to him with a sigh. He knew the sound.
- Stop struggling Carlitos. Kendall's voice came soothing his fear away.
Carlos stopped. He felt safe again as he remembered he had once told his boyfriend about his crazy SM dream of being almost raped. He had never really though Kendall would actually make it come true. Tears stopped falling. He was almost sorry Kendall loved him so much that he'd ruined the game.
Kendall caressed his cheek again and Carlos sighed in pleasure, pressing his face to his boyfriend's hand, trying to convey that he was ok. That his wounds didn't matter. They were worth it.
Kendall moved from beside Carlos who grabbed at the metal chains holding his arms above his head in a death grip. Kendall's hands moved to his ass, kneading, teasing his hole. Carlos felt so aroused, now that he knew it was just a game and he was in no real danger. His heart began to race again, this time in anticipation.
Instead of preparing him, Kendall kept up the game and slammed right into him, to the balls. Carlos screamed from the depths of his being, arching his back as much as he could. Tears began to run down his face again. Tears of pain. Pure pain that shot through his whole being.
- Mmmmmm... Kendall moaned. Carlos could almost see him throwing his head back in pleasure. Carlos just gripped at the chains tighter. So tight his fingers were hurting. It took a lot to remember that he was the one who had wanted this as tears kept falling down his cheek in pain and Kendall began to pound into him relentlessly.
- So good. Kendall groaned low, gripping his hips, pounding as if his life depended on it.
Carlos didn't know if Kendall's noises, the actual friction the mattress provided for him or the hot pounding made his pain go away. Maybe the combination worked. His pain was going away. He felt himself grow harder and harder with each one of Kendall's movements. He wanted, needed to be touched. Desperately. He tried to convey that message, but it didn't work. All he could do was moan, mewl and groan while unsuccessfully shaking his hips.
Kendall had never dominated him so completely. He was helpless under his lover's rough manhandling. The feelings running through him were insane. He never wanted Kendall to stop. Ever!
Kendall slapped his ass and Carlos yelped. The sound that came out through his gag was a whole other thing. Kendall hit him again. This time his groan was clear. Another slap and Carlos came violently into the mattress, without even being touched.
He lay there helplessly while Kendall found his own release and literally fell on top of him with all of his weight. Carlos couldn't even find the strength to signal his lover just how heavy he really was. He just lay there.
Finally Kendall realized Carlos was still tied to the bed and resting in a puddle of his own seed. He moved out and off Carlos. Carlos hissed inwardly, closing his eyes at the emptiness Kendall would always leave inside of him after making love. He felt his restraints disappear but he didn't move. His gag disappeared as well and Carlos still remained there not moving. When his blindfold was taken away he opened his eyes slowly to his boyfriend's worried face.
- Baby... are you ok? Kendall asked with worry written in his every feature.
Carlos brought his hands and legs to his torso, rolling on his right side, so he could face Kendall. He slowly smiled in spite of the pain shooting in his whole body - his wrists, his ankles, his ass. Everything was throbbing in pain.
Kendall caressed his face and gently kissed his lips.
- I'm not really ok, but you made my kinky dream come true...Kendall smiled a little.
- I've been planning for almost a moth...tried to get all the details right...How's your head? Kendall asked caressing a strand of hair from his forehead.
- Woozy. But I'm ok. I think...
- Come here. Kendall pulled Carlos in his embrace. Carlos went gladly. He was surprised though to feel his boyfriend lift him up completely off the bed. He watched in amazement as Kendall to him to the bathroom where a bubble bath with candles and all the stops was waiting for him. Carlos looked up at Kendall in amazement.
- To take the soreness away. Kendall shrugged, gently placing Carlos to sit in the bathtub and stepped right behind him, hugging him tight to his chest. Carlos said nothing, just leaned back and rested his sore body on Kendall, almost snuggling into his lover's chest.
Kendall began to gently rub his shoulders and upper arms. Carlos sighed in content and allowed himself to be lulled into dreams by the steady thump of his man's heart.
I'm reposting this because I got caught with my silly spelling mistakes. Oops! *blushing*
Also I wanted to reply to my reviewer - M. I'm sorry you didn't log in so I could send this reply to you directly. Thank you SO MUCH for your extensive review. I really appreciate the time you took to read my story and write your review. I will take your advice and read up on SM before writing anything like this again. This was just a I dream I had and needed to let out. Also, this being from Carlos' POV, you wouldn't know if Kendall did have lube on him or not. Also, I did mention the fact that the couple had talked about this before. I honestly feel like, had Carlos known the time and place, my story would have been boring. I don't know, to me SM without fear is just a bit more than kink. Anyways - again - THANK YOU SO MUCH for your review. Hope to hear from you again.