I'm not sure but the rating might change from here on out. Nothing too bad though.
CRAIG
I heard the toilet flush and water running before he finally emerged, flicking the light off on his way over. The moon was bright in the sky and the curtains hadn't been closed so the streak of light shone through highlighting his chest as he came to stand in front of me. I bit my lip as my breathing turned shallow at the sight that stood before me, my eyes on a direct level with his groin. I averted my gaze, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable as he hopped from foot to foot not quite knowing what he should do with himself. His nervousness actually made me feel more assertive so I stood up, holding his shoulders and turning him around so his knees touched the mattress.
His eyes were glittering as they fastened on mine unblinking. I heard his breath hitch as I started to slide the shirt I'd bought him from his shoulders, doing it slowly as I took in every detail before casting the garment aside. His gaze slipped away to see where it landed before locking back on my own, the intensity making my breathing become faster and more erratic. Placing my hands on his hips I let them wander up his sides, my fingers splayed towards his back as my thumbs dragged up the front, narrowly missing his nipples as they came to rest on his neck. I held him there then as I leaned in to kiss him slowly and softly, taking his tongue into my mouth as it swept against my own. We both groaned together, the deep, husky sounds muffled as they got caught between our lips. I was getting turned on just from the feel of his mouth against mine again so I pulled back giving him a quick shove backwards onto the bed. He was momentarily startled, his lips still swollen from the kiss and his skin chaffed where my cheek had rubbed against him.
I indicated for him to sit up and couldn't help the jolt in my boxers that came from seeing his hungry eyes burning a trail down my body before staring fixedly at the bulge that was prominent in my pants. He either wasn't shy anymore or, more than likely, hadn't even realised that was where his gaze had landed but it was making my cock stand to attention like you wouldn't believe. Leaning over I took out two of the items from beneath the pillow, wondering if I'd done the right thing as his eyes open wider. I almost made a joke and threw them away but then a sexy smile replaced the shock.
"Are those for you.....or for me?". I jangled the cold metal between my fingers as I thought how best to answer. They had been meant for him but....if I said that, would he say no?
"You"....fuck it!, I wanted to have some fun, he got to give me a massage, now it was my turn. He nodded, his eager acceptance surprising me a little but like the eager little beaver I was, I wasn't going to complain.
"Lie back then!" Shit! I sounded like a ruddy drill sergeant and had to remind myself to tone it down a bit so I don't scare him off. He shuffles his way up the bed until his shoulders are resting against the pillows.
"Front or back?"
"Wh....what?"
"Do you want me to lie on my front or back?" he reiterated with a raise of his eyebrows. Oh!
"Front" Yeah....that's what I wanted. He started getting up to turn over. "No back....I mean back....yeah, get on your back so your fronts on offer....show.....I mean.....just...lie on your back alright". Narky Craig was coming out now but for fuck sake, what the hell was up with my mouth tonight? He'd been stammering about like a fuckwit earlier so.....what? Now it was my turn?
"Right, yeah....that's right" I said, encouraging him to get settled. God, were either of us even breathing? "Right now you have to spread them" I instructed him, gesturing towards his limbs. He hesitated, looking at me warily. "You trust me....right?" He nodded his assent but still looked like he might run a mile if given half a chance so I quickly got on the bed and knelt close to his head, fastening first the pink fluffy handcuff around one wrist and then the leopard print one around his other wrist before he could change his mind. The bed didn't have a head board....which I hadn't checked and was a bit frustrating, so I had to fasten the other end of each cuff around the metal bed frame, meaning his arms were spread out in a cross.
"You're not doing my legs then?" He sounded a bit keen but the more I went about my task the more I started to feel a bit like one of those M&M freaks. I mean, it's all well and good in your head, thinking I'll just cuff him to the bed and do what I want with him but then....looking at him, led there at my mercy, I was starting to feel....well, dirty....and horny, now I think of it but yeah....definitely horny, I mean dirty. I started having doubts. Was this really a good idea?, I mean....what if he gets cold feet and changes his mind? I'm going to seem like a right perv. Then I think back to the massage and, alright so I wasn't tied up to the bed but I hadn't wanted him to stop either, if he had've tried I probably would've castrated him or something.
"Uh....no!"
So yeah, I said sod it and got back to the matter at hand.
JOHN PAUL
Breathe! I had to keep telling myself that everything would be fine and that he wasn't going to do anything I didn't like. That wasn't the problem though. The problem was that I was well aware that now I was strung up like Jesus on his cross I was totally and utterly at Craig's mercy, which is fine I keep telling myself....unless of course you end up doing something really, really embarrassing like....like what? Get a hard on when he's straddling you? Been there, done that!
Okay so I was making up excuses to myself but when he said he had a treat for me I had expected maybe snuggling up and having a kiss before bed or maybe even a massage. I never thought he'd be kinky enough to actually use the handcuffs though.
I keep watching him. He doesn't appear to have thought this through, he's already had to attach the cuffs to the frame, which means my arms aren't above my head and he doesn't even seem to know what the hell he's doing with my legs because i just asked him and he still hasn't answered.
"Uh....no!" Right then, at least it means I can stretch out a bit. He hasn't thought to remove my shoes yet so I make short work dispersing of those and my socks. I'm lucky, I didn't suffer from bad smelling feet and I figured the rest of me was fine as I put a bit of underarm spray on in the bathroom just in case I got lucky. I cast a glance furtively at what he's just brought out from beneath the pillow but he has it down by his side and I can't see. I try to crane my neck but then I think I probably look like one of those blokes strapped in the electric chair with his veins bulging so I quit it, I don't want him bailing on me because I look like a serial killer.
He moves up next to me again and leans over looking deep into my eyes. He smiles....reassurance I think before brushing his fingertips over my eyelids.
"Close your eyes" he whispers, his voice close to my ear. I shiver as I follow instruction, my lips pursed ready to receive his kiss. Something cold is placed over my eyes and I realise it's the blindfold we used yesterday. Oh My God! I couldn't see a thing but after a few seconds my other senses became heightened. I could hear his breathing as he adjusted the mask, it was soft but laboured and I wondered if it was excitement or fear that had caused it. The bed moved flat when he got off it and I could hear him in the kitchenette rattling around as he looked for something.
"You making a brew Craig? I could do with a drink!" I laughed, nervous tension zapping it's way through my body. Fuck, what was he playing at? I suddenly started to panic as I wondered if this was a practical joke, we played them on each other all the time, doing stupid stuff to wind each other up.
"Why?....Do you want one?" he sounded curious, like if I said yes he would actually make me one.
"Nah, just kidding. Could do with a sip of something though". Yeah, cause my mouths gone a bit dry thinking you might do a Kathy Bates on me. I soon got rid of that thought though, after all, I don't write and he hasn't tied my legs up.....yet.
Something presses against my lips as he comes back over and I open my mouth gratefully. I take a sip through the straw, the Misery images coming back as I drink a bit of coke, then I hear him put the glass on the bedside table and open the drawer. I tense up, not sure what to expect as I listen intently to his movements. Theres a bit of rustling around and crinkling of something.
It's only when I hear the unmistakable rip of the foil packet that I realise what he might have planned.
PART NINETY SEVEN
JOHN PAUL
The smell of strawberries assaulted my senses immediately, eradicating all others until I felt the mattress dip as Craig knelt on the bed. Then, as usual, it was the scent of him that was the most prominent. There was something just so....intoxicating about it that made it the one smell that stood out the most to me. Honestly, we could be in a burning building and I'd be like a sniffer dog, smelling him out until I found him. My hearing hasn't been taken over though, that's working just fine, so I lay there with my eyes closed, even though I have a blindfold on, trying to work out exactly what's coming next. Crinkling.....I can hear the sound of the foil packet being opened as he rips it apart.
"Oh shit!" the expletive escapes his mouth as I feel a shower of....something land on my chest, and my arms and a bit on my face and in my hair too. "Bloody hell.....it wasn't meant to do that" he muttered. I was going to answer him but to be fair, I think he'd forgotten I was even there. Then I felt his fingers picking at the individual bits as he put them back into the packet and felt I had to say something. I cleared my throat in anticipation.
"Craig?....Craig!" The fingers stopped, I could feel him place his hand flat against my chest, frozen in motion.
"Yeah?" I might have a blindfold on but I can feel the intensity of his gaze as he looks at my face.
"Why don't you just....ahm....lick em off?" He hesitated, his finger twirling around my belly button unconsciously as he weighed up my offer. It wasn't the same as being in the club where you have the excuse of music and booze and foam for letting your mouth wander. No here, everything he does, everything we do will be because we want to, of our own free will and not just because we're caught up in the moment.
The finger swirling continues for another second then stops, my chest feeling bereft as he removes his hand completely, then I hear the unmistakable pop in his mouth as he licks a piece of the candy off his finger. I'm tense now, not sure which way this is going to go. It's like....him ripping the packet open and the popping candy spilling everywhere brought him back down to earth with a thud and now he doesn't know how he got here. Chances are, if the contents of packet hadn't spilled out, he'd have sprinkled them on and would be licking away by now anyway. The thing is, if I say it again, I'm just going to sound bloody desperate.
I know he's still there, can feel the warmth radiating from him but now I can't feel where he's looking or what he's doing, he's like a frigging ninja. Suddenly I jump as I feel his fingers stroking through my hair.
"Sorry, you've got bits....in your hair". He's apologising now? 'Oh God' I want to scream....'just get on with it'. I hear another snap as he pulls a bit out and eats it. I'm usually a pretty patient person but this is driving me crackers. What's the point of having me tied up like a Christmas turkey if he's just going to eat the stuff? He could at least give some my way.
I'm just about to tell him to uncuff me so I can take a shower when I feel the most delicious sensation ever spread across my neck. His lips start by just grazing the sensitive area, then he opens his mouth wider and I feel the flat of his tongue sweep across the surface. The popping and crackling starts, the sound resonating close to my ear as his moistness comes into contact with the sweet sugary crystals. I hear him swallow before he replaces his lips, moving further down to my collar bone and then my shoulder. My body's tingling all over as I try to think where each individual speck landed, wondering if there were any a bit lower down.
CRAIG
Sitting back on my heals I surveyed the damage of what looked like the contents of a pink grenade going off. I'd managed to tear open the packet of popping candy and the damn thing had torn in two right down the middle, spilling the entire contents all over the place....in his hair, on his face and pretty much all over the rest of his nakedness. The fucking bits were everywhere, it was going to take me ages to get them all up and all I'd wanted to do was get stuck in and give him a bit of pleasure....yeah, and me. I started clearing up the mess, willing him not to think I was a complete and utter dick.
"Craig?....Craig!" I halted, mid pick.
"Yeah?" I look at him as he lies there in all his none stupid, manly Godliness, wondering how he still has a smile on his face even though his treat is going down hill faster than you can say 'landslide'.
"Why don't you just....ahm....lick em off?" I hadn't thought of that. Well...obviously I had but not once the spillage had occurred. It was meant to be hot and sexy, me sprinkling it on and then licking it off as I made him get all excited and stuff, not clumsy and unsexy, picking the bits off one at a time. I looked down taking in the random pattern the pink crystals had made all over his body. I traced a circle from one piece to another, the ones that surrounded his navel. I guess I could just leave them there, get them with my mouth anyway, as I'd first intended. One of the pieces stuck to my finger so I licked it off, closing my eyes as it popped, the mini explosion setting my taste buds alight.
My eyes flick over him, checking to see where each individual bit has landed. They really are all over the place and they're only the ones I can see. The moonlight is pretty bright as it shines through the window, the luminescent glow highlighting the strong, firm planes of his body, the hundreds of bits of candy standing out, plain to see. My gaze travels over his face and I smile as i see a few strays clinging to his cheeks, on his chin and near his mouth. One brave morsel has made it's home on his nose whilst a couple more have stuck to his forehead and temple, the rest of them laying nestled in his hair, the soft silky strands adorned with the jewel like pink crystals. I reach forward picking a few out, not even realising I've moved until he jerks suddenly.
"Sorry, you've got bits....in your hair". What else can I say? I get a couple more, before they go all sticky and pop them in my mouth, smiling to myself as they explode. Then I see a few more that are resting along his neck and throat and decided 'what's the point of picking at them when I can lick em off' so I dive right in, I want them too.
He gasps a bit and shudders as I rest my lips against his neck before letting my tongue sweep out, catching a few of the candies at once. The taste is different though, it's mingled with his flavour which makes it more potent, more addictive and I literally can't get enough. The explosions are going off in my mouth, crackling and fizzing as soon as my saliva mixes with each tasty bit but I go back for more and more, intent on clearing up every last piece. I go a bit lower, surveying my handy work as I go, moving from one little nugget to another, my tongue licking as I suck gently, just making sure.
I lift my gaze to connect with his and am disappointed when I realise I forgot he has the blindfold on. It seemed a good idea at the time but now....well now, i wanted to see if he liked it too and the easiest way to find out was to look in his eyes as they seem to change colour when he likes something. Then I remember there is another way to tell.
After hesitating for a split second I allow myself to look down below his waist. It's not something I could do if I knew he could see me but I know he can't so...what's the harm in it? Biting my lip I look at him unabashed. He's....I gulp....not exactly small in the trouser department and that's with the restraints of his pants and underwear on. It makes me wonder a bit....a lot....just how big he is with nothing on. I can tell he's aroused, it's not really like you can miss it, and a thrill shoots through me knowing I did that, at least.....I assume so, unless he is just the most randy bloke on the planet.
"Craig, everything okay?" No....no, not okay....because, well....I had this urge, my fingers were itching to take his cock in my hand but....it's a cock....not mine, someone else's, not just someone else's....his.
"It's just....you stopped!" Right yeah....because I was busy licking and stuff....better get back to it then. My thoughts were all over the bloody place now. I'd been quite happy just touching him with my hands and mouth, keeping things nice and simple above the waist but now these other strange thoughts were taking over, thoughts of turning him on so badly I can actually watch him explode in front of me, the way I almost had tonight, thoughts of taking him in my hand and stroking the length of him until he can't contain himself any longer and....
"Have you finished then?" I don't think he wants to come off as eager, in fact he sounds uncertain and I'm not surprised, after all, I have been neglecting him so I can do the UPS thing and check out his package.
"Nooo!" I look back at his face, slowly following the line of his jaw with my finger. I think of taking the blindfold off but decide it can remain for a while, at least until I decide what to do, besides, if I see those eyes watching me, it's more likely I'll be the one erupting, not him. I take a quick swig of the vodka I have set on the side and then get back to what I was doing before. My eyes immediately lit on the sugary crystals that are clustered around his right nipple so I go for them, letting my tongue swirl around the peak making it hard and stiff. He lets out a groan, which sends a little message straight to my cock telling me he likes that so I sprinkle a few more bits on, watching fascinated as they fragment and burst sending even smaller bits scattering everywhere. He gasps as I use the soft point of my tongue to flick across the surface before sucking gently and then harder. I chance a quick glance down, not wanting to distract myself too much and see that, if it's possible he's even harder. I can see the outline of his arousal clearly defined through his pants and....as I flick his nipple again I turn my head to see the slight movement as it twitches, the involuntary movement making me gulp hard as I feel my own return the greeting.
Most of the bits are off his chest now so I head south, letting my mouth and tongue do the work. When I get as far as his navel I stick it in there, rotating it around until I'm sure there are none of the little suckers left. His tummy quivers lightly as I put my lips over the indentation and breathe in deeply, the suction from my mouth releasing the last crystal from inside as it lands on my tongue. I crawl back up the bed until my knees brush against his inner arm, his limb jerking away at the sudden contact before relaxing against me again.
God, I'm so glad he can't see me right now, it'd be embarrassing. I've never had anything like this kind of reaction to anyone before. Up until this week I thought I'd felt lust, want, desire....now I realise that whatever it was I felt for people in the past it was nothing like the intensity I was feeling now. I slowly traced the line of his skin, from his wrist, along his inner arm....where it appears he's ticklish, to the curve of his neck and jaw. I cup his face, my thumb brushing across his lips softly, my eyes growing wide and then heavy as I watch them part and feel his hot breath escape his mouth. I lean in and kiss him gently, just once before drawing back, my thumb once again tracing over the wetness. Leaning over further I kiss away the candy that was on his nose, watching as his smile curves at the sound of the soft singular pop. Then I brush his hair out of the way as I clear up the bits on his forehead and temple.
I can feel his breath against my stomach now as I lean over him, kissing away the remnants of the blast, the last few pieces on him crackling away on my tongue. I lay on my side next to him, my arm hooked over his outstretched one with my head in my hand and my elbow digging into the pillow, gazing down at him, watching his tongue sweep out from between his pink lips to moisten them. Lazily, my fingers draw on his skin, intricate little whirls and circles that dance across the firm muscles and flesh. He swallows....hard....as I graze back over his nipple, my eyes once again drawn south to check out his reaction. I flick it....literally....and am rewarded my a low moan of pleasure, the sound coming from deep within his throat.
Leaning backwards, I take another packet out of the drawer....cherry this time, being careful to open it at the edge before I pour some into my mouth. I lean over quickly and kiss him deeply, letting the tiny particles rupture and burst inside us, as the flavour tingles sweetly on our tongues. I can feel his intake of breath at the new sensation before his tongue tangles with mine sucking and tasting until the eruptions die down and slowly fizzle away. The kiss continues though and I let my fingers run through his hair, twisting and stroking, doing the same actions as our tongues before going back to his chest and giving them free reign to do what they like there too. He pulls away breathless as I continue toying with his nipples so I stare at my handy work, watching the already stiff peak contract, knowing my pupils are probably doing the exact same thing. I pull up, no longer content to just watch as I taste him again, groaning at the feel of it against my tongue, catching it between my lips that are soon replaced with my teeth. I nip....very gently, as he starts to squirm on the bed, one long moan pulled from deep inside his throat. I look down and see he's digging his heals into the mattress, pushing his bum further up the bed as he tries to eradicate the space between us.
I place soft wet kisses all the way up his body, slinging my leg over his chest so I'm straddling his hard, lean torso, my bum resting just above his waistband. I haven't a clue where my courage comes from, maybe because he can't see me? Can't feel how aroused I am? Whatever the reason, I boldly smooth the flat of my hands up his chest, stroking the warm skin, all the while thinking what to do next.
