Punishment Without A Crime

Author’s note: This was written as a hasty experiment but I grew a bit fond of it, and I ended up with a desire to see what other people thought about it.

Punishment Without A Known Crime

As his consciousness was slowly returning, he began to realize the strange position he was in. He was certainly standing up as he could feel his feet touching the ground but why were his arms pointing upwards? Only now did he feel the wrappings around his wrists and as his hands started to explore them, he could feel something leather and chains.

He tried to open his eyes but in vain, as there was something on his face, a blindfold. A breath of warm air hit his bare torso and he tried to feel if he was completely without clothing, and he was more than a bit relieved when he felt his jeans about him. He wasn’t sure how to react when he suddenly felt the warmth of another body very close to him, and he could feel the hot breath on his ear as a strange voice whispered: ”How do you like it now?”

He didn’t know who the other man was, but tried to relax as he brushed a hand down his back. It left his skin but was soon replaced by a very soft touch, running up and down his back, circling to his sides. At a few spots it was more than a bit ticklish and all he could do was wonder what it was. A feather, perhaps? He could feel it leaving his back after some time and the hand returned, a finger lazily drawing figures, slowly moving to his chest to caress the lines of his muscles and brushing over his nipple.

Despite the weird situation, he found himself enjoying the touch. The other person once again leaned closer, moving his hand fully to roam his chest and abdomen, whispering so close: ”How is this for you? Always the one in control but now…” A sting of worry shivered through him. Who was this guy? The warmth of the body left his immediate presence again and from somewhere behind him, the whisper came again: ”Oh, you don’t need to worry. Not yet, anyway.” The body came closer again and he wished he could get some sort of idea of his surroundings, but these thoughts left him as he felt something cool, hard and pointed raking his backside. The touch wasn’t hard and didn’t feel too sharp. As it ran over certain nerve endings, it felt very nice. It moved from his back to his arms, circling upwards to his wrists, playing with his fingers and from there, downwards to his chest, travelling up his neck to dance over his face, feeling heavenly as it brushed over his lower lip, then his upper lip, slowly parting them. Suddenly the cool object left and he could feel himself let out a quiet, disappointed whine, causing the other man chuckle softly and say: ”One could almost imagine that you’re enjoying this…”

He left again but once again returned, this time with an even stranger object. It was a soft item, which felt to consist of strings as it was ran on his torso. The other man moved closer and he could feel fingers take his nipple between them and gently rub it, at least until the hard pinch which made him flinch, yet it was more exciting than really painful. His hand moved down his abdomen, trailing his navel and lower, reaching the waist of his jeans. Slowly a finger was inserted underneath the waistline and moved along it, sending shivers down his spine. He felt the hot breath on his neck again as the strange person quietly laughed before pulling back. The stringy object ran down his back, this time touching his hind trough the jeans.

The touch pulled away and for a while absolutely nothing happened, making him wait for whatever would happen next. It happened a second after he thought that it was all over now, and it was the complete opposite of everything he’d so far experienced. A sharp, short contact with his back which left a pleasant tingling sensation in its wake; he was being whipped. As it came again, he felt himself relax to the hit, his back arching to take more of the hard contact. After a few more lashes he felt a quiet moan escape his lips and the whipping stopped as the warm, soothing hand returned to run with its sweet friction up and down his back. He pushed backwards into the touch and like from an unspoken wish, it once again traveled to his abdomen and from there, very slowly to his face, teasing his lips, denying full contact no matter how much he sought for it. The man pulled back again but this time he had time to prepare himself for the first, sweet lash. He didn’t know how much time passed as his tormentor altered between the sharp lashes and gentle massages, and he didn’t know if the whipping was growing harder or if his skin was growing more sensitive but the intense sensation was growing even more pleasurable.

For a moment there was a complete pause, although he could hear a strange clicking sound, but the hand returned, brushing down his thigh and to his immense delight, the man began caressing him with both of his hands. A firm hand cupped his left butt cheek and squeezed lovingly as the other hand ran down his inner thigh, making him moan. He felt the other man’s upper body pressing against his now very sensitive back and the voice, to whose slave he had become, whispered as his hands moved to the front of his jeans: ”I think these will have to go…” The hands reached for his belt and unbuckled it with deliberate slowness. Then it was time for the buttons and as those skillful hands popped them open one by one, he could feel his mental arousal slowly but surely begin to become a physical one…

As the last button opened, the warm hand fleetingly brushed his swelling member and started pulling the hard cloth down, freeing more of his skin to the touch. The jeans were now a pool around his ankles and he kicked them completely off and the warm presence surrounded him again with the addictive, hot whisper: ”So helpless and yet so eager…” He was almost certain that he had felt soft lips against the shell of his ear.

The hands withdrew themselves from his thighs and brought back what he now knew to be the whip. The first lash came sooner than he had expected, hitting his now bare hind and being even more exquisite than the one first delivered on his back. The second one raked the backs of his thighs and his body shivered, bringing the smooth hand to where the tiny leather straps had kissed his skin. He moaned to the touch and he felt the other, strong hand guide him to lean forward as the man whispered again: ”Do you even know which one you crave more for, the pleasure or the pain?” He tried to answer but he couldn’t utter a word from his dry throat.

Another swift retreat and this time he could sense something definitely hot somewhere near his shoulders. It moved upwards and suddenly he felt something liquid and cold being spilled down his spine, and in an instant it grew unbelievably hot. The trickle slowed down and a he could feel a finger moving along the now solifying substance. He took in a shaky breath and the other man seemed to take it as a request for more, and granting him just that in the form of another hot spill. This time he felt it flow nearly all the way down to his buttocks, but a hand stopped it, smearing what he was now sure to be candle wax, over the small of his back.

After a time he wasn’t sure how much of it he had got on himself but the sensation was turning him on more than anything ever before and his throbbing member was now aching with need. As if sensing this, the anonymous man seemed to put the candle away and brushed his fingers along his pelvis, running torturingly near the base of his cock.

A solitary finger danced along his length, joining a thumb at the weeping tip. He let go him, thus earning a disappointed groan. From behind his back he could hear the soothing words: ”Don’t worry. I do not intend to abandon you now….” His tormentor returned, this time his smooth, warm hand slickened with something as he palmed his entire tip, slowly moving downwards to stroke the hard length and the calm voice whispered on: ”Pleasure and pain. Two so enjoyable sensations, both being ultimately found within the heart of the other…”

He moaned at the heavenly touch, his body slightly jerking as a finger of the free hand slid in between his buttocks. It didn’t feel like anything and right now he was dying for the touch which had momentarily ceased. The man moved his finger in and out, clearly oblivious to the fact that the writhing man needed more.

Getting frustrated at his own chained up hands, he felt another finger slip in, stretching him further. Not enjoying this invasion of his body, he tried to concentrate on the random, yet heavenly strokes on his front until he felt the probing fingers find a spot within him, causing him to let out a loud moan as the pleasure he was feeling nearly doubled. The fingers relentlessly brushed that very spot every time on their way deeper within him, until he wasn’t sure whether he was moaning or whining.

When the man pulled out his fingers entirely, the response was a definite groan of utmost protest. Before he could muster enough breath to voice his concern, he could feel something even bigger at the entrance of his tight hole. He forced his entire body to relax as the other man’s erection entered him, slowly pushing itself in inch by inch.

Once he was all the way in, there was no movement until he began to pull back just as slowly. On his way back in he seemed to remember his need and began to stroke him with his lubricated hand once again. The man inside him had began moving in a slow rhythm, reaching constant access to the pleasurable spot, moving faster as his body relaxed further, now quite willing to his movements. His breathing was now a constant panting in and out and the other man increased the speed as he was moving in a rhythm matching his thrusts.

He was moaning steadily and the other man reached for his hard cock, wrapping his fingers around it and began stroking in time with their joined movement. The other man wrapped his free hand around his left arm and suddenly he felt teeth sinking to his shoulder so hard but it was only urging him on as his whole body shivered on its way to the edge. A few moments further and every single muscle in his body contracted simultaneously as he burst into the other man’s hand but he didn’t stop, only kept on the lubricated movements as the body around him tightened even more. He felt like there was no end to his coming and as he heard the other man moan as well and felt something warm explode deep inside him, he simply passed out of sheer pleasure of his orgasm…