I woke up slowly and started to stretch like normal, but found I couldn't move. I opened my eyes, and found nothing but darkness.

I took a deep breath to calm myself and took a moment to inventory my body.

I knew my eyes were open, but I couldn't see a thing. My mouth was opened a little, a small rubber ball between my teeth, with straps across my cheeks to hold the ball gag in place. My arms were pulled above my head and a gentle tug proved that they were handcuffed together to the wall. I tried to move my legs and found those tied spread eagle. My body was stretched taunt between my restraints leaving me no room for movement except to turn my head, not that I could see anything thanks to the blindfold.

I swallowed as best I could and calmed my breathing. I've never woke up like this. I've always been awake when Brian does this to me. I knew that when he did this to me he put my 'safe bell' up on the wall, the string within reach incase what was happening became too much.

The loft was silent except the sound of fingers on computer keys. Apparently Brian was on the other side of the loft working.

I breathed through my nose and waited. As much as I enjoy doing these things, I still felt a little shy about being on display in such a way, to be seemingly ignored until Brian wanted to look at me. I felt like little more than a toy.

The tapping on the computer keys stopped and I listened to Brian's bare feet walk into the bedroom.

My body tried to shift nervously when Brian stopped moving but didn't say or do anything. I could feel his eyes on me and it both aroused me and made me blush a little. It didn't matter how many times we played this game, I still blush a little.

I could have jumped when I felt a warm finger touch the top of my foot. His finger moved slowly from my foot to my ankle and slowly up my leg.

My cock, already hard, hardened farther as he touched me.

His finger moved slowly from my thigh to my stomach, just grazing my pubs as he passed them. He continued tracing his finer up my stomach, chest, to my shoulder, and all the way my arm to my hand.

My whole body broke out with goosebumps and a bead of precum slid down my cock.

He removed his touch and I heard him pick something up from the nightstand. He pinched my nipple and I forced myself not to flinch. That nipple was suddenly pinched with a clamp.

I gasped at the pain and pleasure of the clamp now on my.

His hand smacked my hip in reprimand, but he didn't speak. Sometimes that's the worst torture, his not speaking to me.

I breathed heavily through my nose as another clamp was added to my other nipple.

His hand smoothed down the center of my chest and stomach and I sighed in pleasure.

I almost whimpered when he stopped touching me and I heard his bare feet walking away. I was left, on display. Which was part of this game.

I heard him sit on the couch, light a cigarette, and pour himself a drink. I felt his eyes on me and knew he'd turned the couch enough to see into the bedroom.

I don't know how long he sat there staring at me, but I knew there was some time between the two cigarettes.

My body relaxed as I lay there, the slight pain in my nipples leaving, though my cock did not soften much. The muscles in my arms and legs relaxed. I was completely relaxed, which was probably why he left me alone so long. Sometimes he leaves me tied like this once we are done with the actual game, knowing that it often relaxes me in a way little else will.

I heard him get off the couch and walk to the bedroom. I didn't try to move, my heart nor breathing didn't change. I was relaxed, except for my hard on.

His hand smoothed up my stomach, neck, then cupped my cheek.

I turned my face into his hand, loving the contact.

The bed moved as he climbed onto the bed. He removed the clamps from my nipples and I bit back a gasp as I regained feeling in them.

His tongue moved over one and I couldn't help the quiet moan of pleasure.

"Quiet," Brian snapped and nipped the once-again sensitive nipple.

I bit the plastic ball in my mouth as he licked my other nipple. God, it felt so good.

"You look wonderful like this," Brian murmured as he licked his way up my neck.

I found pleasure in his words. Brain isn't one to praise someone in the tone he just used. That is something I love about when we're like this, he feels safe enough to express things that he normally won't.

He licked my bottom lip and suddenly grasped my cock.

I tensed, managing not to gasp. It's hard to stay quiet, I'm usually vocal.

"You're so hard," he murmured in my ear, his hot breath making me shiver.

He stroked me, spreading my precum down my shaft. "You've been such a good boy," he whispered when I managed not to move. "Stayed so still and quiet for me to watch. Should I reward you?"

I didn't respond even though I wanted to beg for him to give me anything, either a reward or punishment. I love both.

He moved and I felt his hands on my ankles. He released them and gently rubbed where the padded leather had been.

He moved my legs up the bed, place my feet close to my ass. I felt him settle between my legs and he slid his hands under my ass and cupped me. He lifted me and blew on my hole.

My ass clenched involuntarily.

Brian chuckled and licked me.

I fisted my hands and bit the ball in my mouth to keep from making a sound.

"Such a good boy," he said, his lips against my crack. "Let me hear you now." He swirled his tongue around my hole.

I moaned loudly around my ball gag.

He licked me for several minutes before slipping a lubed finger into me.

I gasped and automatically pressed into him.

"I didn't tell you to move," he said firmly, smacking my ass.

I forced my body to be still as he slipped a second and third finger into me, fucking me with them. I've learned to control my body more in the past months since we started this 'game'.

"You're doing better this time," he praised me, taking his fingers away, making me whimper. "I'm so proud of you, pet."

I smiled around the gag. He only calls me that while we play like this, it's part of this game.

He slid up my body, licking my chest, neck, and lip. His condom-covered cock rubbed against my ass, making me moan in want.

"Bring your legs up," Brian said and licked the spot behind my ear.

I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist.

He pressed his cheek against mine as he lined his cock up and slowly pressed into my tight hole.

I moaned as he slowly slid into me until I felt his ball against my ass. I tugged against the restraints on my wrists, wanting to touch him.

He groaned and started to move, pumping into me harshly. He grabbed my hands, holding them, as he pounded into me, hitting my prostate with every stroke.

I cried out against my gag, clenching his hands tightly, as my orgasm built. I thrust against him desperately, wanting him harder and faster.

"So needy, pet," he groaned in my ear and moved faster, knowing what I wanted.

I nodded, struggling for breath. That was the only thing I have trouble with when doing this, being able to breathe as I neared orgasm.

"That's it," he panted. "Cum for me, pet."

I gasped around the ball in my mouth, my balls tight, then groaned as I came, the warm liquid hitting both our stomachs and chests.

He moaned loudly, pushed into me twice more, and came. He collapsed onto me, breathing heavily.

"So good, pet," he panted into my ear, his hands still holding mine.

I moaned in agreement.

We lay there for a couple minutes before he moved off of me, sliding out. After a second, his released my wrists, gently rubbing them, soothing where the padded leather had rubbed against my skin. He only uses padded leather or silk to tie me up. He is so careful not to leave a mark on my skin.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly as he soothed my skin.

I nodded.

He released the straps holding the gag and I flexed my jaw, licking my lips.

He kissed my lips as he untied my blindfold.

I blinked several times, adjusting to the dim light in the bedroom. I looked at Brian, finding a soft look on his face.

"Justin," he whispered, cupping my cheek.

I sighed peacefully, smiling faintly. I felt so good, not just because he just fucked me so good, but because the love and trust I felt while doing what we just did.

He gave me a soft smile and got off the bed.

I closed my eyes peacefully as he got a towel and cleaned me off.

"I love you," I breathed once he was back in the bed, holding me against his chest. I know he's uncomfortable when I tell him, but everything is so different when we're still feeling the effects from that.

"I know," he whispered, holding me tighter.

I smiled softly, still feeling so wonderful, so relaxed for giving up complete control.

"My Justin," he breathed into my hair, so softly I almost didn't hear him. "My sweet Justin."

I smiled peacefully, knowing Brian loved me, wanted me as his.