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It contains
substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be
considered offensive by some readers
This post has not be
edited, but hopefully it will all make sense
If you don’t know, I decided to write this
‘cause I wanted to learn about the BDSM world. I’m not real sure if I’m
actually doing any good, but I’m giving it a shot.
So this set is because I promised a month of
blog stories….
Oh, this is a blog story BDSM ménage romance
about a young man leaning the leather ropes from a couple and finding a
little bit more.
This blog
story miniseries needs to be read in order
PART FOUR
That’s Different…
TAKE A SEAT
It was a beauty of a chair, in Todd’s opinion of the
thing; it seemed more like a throne.
“Beauty ain’t she,” Jem’s scratchy voice came from the bed. Todd
looked over as Jem’s massive body shifted around, coming to rest of his side,
his oven cuffs in front of him as he looked out at Todd.
Cass, tall and in charge, stood behind the throne, his hands
caressing he sides of its high back.
Todd swallowed as he looked back at the chair. Red wood, metal,
and leather, in all the places you’d expect to see them on any type of chair. It’s
looked heavy. Adding the leather cuffs—at least that’s the only thing Todd
could assume those flaps where—at two, three points.
His body seemed to vibrate on his bones; it was that hard, the
chain against his thighs rattled as he took in his fill. Every nook and cranny
was caressed as Todd wondered what was about to happen on that chair.
Was Cass going to sit there and have Todd worshiping him from
ground up?
Walking around the throne, Cass’ fingers lingered against the
wooden backing.
“Jem?” the word seemed to be a sentence as Cass and Jem looked
at each other. The interaction cooled Todd down a little as envy invaded his
heart. He wanted that so fucking much.
Todd’s eyes dropped to the ground, his heart squeezed tight
behind his ribs as that one horrible emotion threatened to overrun everything.
His wrists itched, and he felt the urge to cry. Just letting the
big fugly sobs tear from his throat as he crumbled to the floor and begged for
the humiliation to be over with.
Another part of him soaked up the heat to his cheeks. He had
this odd sensation that he could get use to this. That if his Masters wanted
this from him, he’d be happy to beg at their feet to make him regret everything
he ever wanted. To have them piss on him in public, because they would pet him
and tell him what a good job he was doing.
Todd knew this was the part of him that Cass didn’t like. And
although Cass hadn’t said the words, Todd had heard the contempt in his voice
as he talked about slaves and men who would happily do anything for a fat cock
and some gentle words.
Then there was the part of him that seemed to be at odds with
everything else. That part of him wanted to demand his wrists be released so he
could dress and leave. Because he didn’t deserve to be a little distraction in
a couples rut. That he could do better than what was laying at his feet.
This was that part of him that lived in happy bliss, and the one
he’d been stupidly lessening to for his whole life. That part of him that
thoughts everything he got off on was for losers who were played with by their
uncles and didn’t know any better.
Those people where nothing like him, and being that Todd hadn’t
a clue what that was like, he had every right to look down upon those people or
spit in their food.
He was actually a bastard and he knew that. He’d like to think
it was because of the people he hung around, or the words his family had said. But
it would be a load of bullshit. It was simply that part of him that hated
everything that he was. It was an added bonus of fuck-yous, to his mind that
not only couldn’t he be like everyone else he knew, but he couldn’t even seem
to get off on gay sex without thinking of the other guy tell him to what to do.
It was almost harder for him to open up to this part of himself
then it was for him to except that he was never going to be normal. Like the
others. Instead, he had to be this fucked up person who liked dick rather than
pussy.
If it wasn’t for his sister, he was sure he’d still be in denial
at being gay. That he’d have taken a poor woman who needed someone to ‘change’
in order to feel special. And he’d have probably stayed with her for a long and
unhappy life, that involved kids and dogs, and maybe even a kitten.
Or, worse, he wouldn’t have been able to deny this part of him
and he’d turn into ever other guy who fucked, or was fucked, and then went home
to a bleach bath and a razor. He’d have ended up an alcoholic, drugo, or worse,
he’d gas himself in some parking lot when the men fucking him became too many
to run away from.
His sister, in all her weird ways, had been a support he’d never
seen coming, and one that he’d never truly thanked before. But like all siblings,
as age separated them, this part of him had brought them closer together, and
made him realise that nothing he wanted was wrong, or different, or degrading.
That it was something to hold onto and cherish like it was meant to be.
She’d taught him, not only to understand the fact of himself,
but that he wasn’t alone, and not in the sense that there were other gay men
out there. He’d known that, but that they had all felt the same at times in
there live—hell, most of them had trudged through hell because of something
they couldn’t help but be.
Fingers pulled Todd into a different position and before he
could blink, the last of the buckles on the chair had been locked around him.
“You were warned,” Cass said, his voice a snap of barely held
together control.
Todd’s eyes closed from the disappointment he’d seen in the
other man’s eyes. He couldn’t—no, that was defiantly one thing he’d agreed with
as they talked about this day. He wasn’t going to make excuses, he was just
going to tell the truth and take his punishment.
“What were you thinking about?” Jem asked from his place on the
bed. Todd looked up without thinking. Jem had managed to move while he’d been
off in his own mind, and now the other man sat on the edge of the bed, looking
at Todd with an odd expression of interest in his gaze.
“Noth—” Todd looked down, swallowed hard, and then flicked his
eyes back up, a breath tightening the leather that held him against the back of
the throne. “I was pushing away the envy, Sir; it took longer than it should
have.”
“Envy?” Jem asked his eyes narrowed slightly.
Todd’s face heated up, his skin tightened as embarrassment
worked its way through his body, trying to get him to get up and run away. But
he couldn’t. The leather was keeping him exactly where he was meant to be.
“Yeah,” he chocked out, “I want what you guys have.”
“What we have or us?” Cass voice was still hard, but it had a
softer edge Todd was more used to.
“I don’t understand the question.”
“Do you want what we have, with someone else? Or to belong to us
the way we belong to each other?”
Todd still wasn’t sure what Cass was going on about. Of course,
he wanted that with someone else, because he couldn’t have what they had with
either of them. That wouldn’t be far to them as a couple, and Todd defiantly
wasn’t going to fit in-between them for the long hall.
“I…”
Cass smiled; it was like he understood something that even Todd
didn’t know the answer too.
“Your first lesson,” Cass’ voice had that hard edge to it again.
Completely void of emotions that he held before. “Can you move?”
Of Course… Todd shifted in the seat. His legs and arms lifted,
trying to get themselves free. But apparently he couldn’t actually move. His
muscles strained and they hurt slightly as panic lit up through Todd’s veins.
His couldn’t get free. His was trapped here, and he didn’t want that. He tried
to move but his arse wouldn’t shit, it was stuck to the leather, which meant
that he’d started to sweat.
Why was he here? He didn’t… he didn’t… letting his head rest on
the back of the chair, Todd let everything wash over him. He had asked for
this. He had been the one to walk in the door and give his body up for the men
to do what they wanted with him. He’d been given orders before he’d come and
one had not to get lost. He had to answer all there question whenever they
asked them, and if he didn’t he wasn’t going to be allowed to come.
He remembered asking about that. About how they were going to
make sure that didn’t happen, and there answer had been this chair. He was
going to get strapped to it. he was going to be left alone, untouched as the
other man had their fun, and if he was honest and was able to rectify the
situation by telling them what they wanted to know, as they played with each
other, then maybe, just maybe they’d let him get off at the end of it all.
He’d wondered about that. Wondered why they’d give him a second
chance when he fucked up, and simply, they had said it wasn’t in their nature
to leave a man wanting. But more so, he was new, and all this was even newer,
and it wasn’t reasonable for him to get everything first time around. However,
if he proved to change as the season went on, then he deserved a reward.
His muscles loosened as the memories and excitement about this
night came back to him. An ache ran up his legs and into his joints. It was
nearly unbearable and he tried to shift his limbs in order to relieve the
strain but there was no moving. That was the point.
“That’s a good boy,” Cass’ voice came to him in waves. The older
man was standing at his side, stroking his hair as Todd let himself get
comfortable with being strapped down to a chair.
The first sign of his awakening to the room was a lick of his
dry lips. Fingers slowed down and then stepped back as he opened his eyes into
the soft wash of light and a large bed that held, at least seemed, an even
larger man, cuffs in his legs as he looked at Todd with an understanding type
of concern.
Blinking twice made the spots stop dancing in his vision and
Cass was back again at Jem’s side, his arm around the bigger man’s waist, his
chin on his shoulder.
“Feeling better now?” Cass asked, a slight smile pulled at
Todd’s mouth and a relieved sigh seemed to work it’s way through his body.
They were pleased with him. He did something right. Yeah,
everything was better now.
Well… that was a little fuller than I expected. I hope you enjoyed.
Stay tuned to next Saturday when the last part of this session is
posted: Cuffed to a Chair
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