Xanxus the almighty pervert part 2:

Something slithered up his leg…

Frowning at the odd sensation Xanxus looked down to find a thick rope curling around his calf, restraining it to the throne leg, he started pulling away, before he was distracted by another rope swiftly winding itself around his arm holding him in place. The first rope started work on his other leg as the second coiled up to his shoulder then behind his neck before curling over his jaw; effectively gagging him. Once his second arm was secure, the Varia leader flexed his muscles experimentally, finding the bindings tighten as he tested their give.

The end of a rope dangled over his shoulder and started to move down his body; the surprisingly soft plait stroked across his abused nipples making his back arch. Continuing down it slid through the pool of cum across his defined abdomen, caressing the crease where his hip and pelvis joined, before delving lower. His balls tightened as they were circled, it was suddenly nudging against his unprepared opening, slick and blunt. A muffled groan filled the large room as the end wriggled inside, ever so slightly, the pulling all the way out, in, out, in, out.

As much as Xanxus loved the teasing shallow thrusts, after a while he was whimpering in need, trying to bear down; needing more; needing to be filled. Fingers clenching and unclenching with frustration as his movement were predicted and avoided. The persistent teasing was too much to bear, even for a man of his standing and willpower

He was breathing hard through his nostrils, his biceps strained against the bonds, until finally he felt it move slower; deeper. One steady long plunge into his tight body had him arching and keening in his throne. His hand attempted to reach towards his, once again, neglected cock. He couldn't believe how hard he was again so soon after coming. It was only then that he realised his hard, leaking length was bare, he couldn't remember initiating the command but the G–string was no where in sight. He was pulled out of his confusion by the ecstasy rolling through him as he was plundered more thoroughly.

Lifting himself up as much as he could, to accommodate the probing length, Xanxus writhed in pleasure as it slipped further and further inside. He moaned and thrust his hips upwards, his achingly hard member striving for friction, as he was penetrated deeper than he could have imagined. His prostate was stroked over and over with every thrust, causing a growl to form low in his throat; it was morphed into a groan of unabated pleasure as his leaking head was massaged. The other end of the rope was curling deliciously slowly around the tip, spreading the pre-cum beaded on the tip, gently squeezing and releasing his throbbing member.

Canting his hips unashamedly toward the much needed friction, panting and grinding his pelvis he whimpered in need behind the makeshift gag. Sweat dripped down his pale chest cooling on his skin, raising goose-flesh in its wake; he felt a tingle run up his spine as the slit of his cock was gently rubbed. He knew he was close to the edge; it wouldn't take much more stimulation.

Xanxus squirmed trying to free just one hand, he knew what he needed. As if it understood the rope slacked and let his right arm lose. Another guttural groan filled the air as he tweaked one erect nipple, rubbing softly over the peak; he gave one last squeeze before white exploded behind his tightly closed eyes. Every muscle contracted squeezing the thickness still buried inside him; it intensified his orgasm as he felt his hot seed splattering his heaving chest and abdomen.

His body sagged limp and spent, the coils fell to the floor, a small gasp escaped his lips as it pulled out of him, he felt open and exposed, but too worn to move and cover himself in any way. He just sat gasping in precious air and contemplated the likelihood of having a small nap here without interruption. He really did not want to explain his state of undress or the thick scent of sex hanging in the air. Heavy eyelids drooped and his exhausted brain ignored any more protest. Within seconds he let the darkness envelop him into satiated unconsciousness.

End