Taps

Title: Taps - Part One
Author: capturedribbons/Locura
Warnings: bdsm, butt plug play, suspension, weights, anal play, light smacking
Notes: This is a simple little part for a two choice “Choose your Own adventure” fic done for inki_love and one of the maintainers over there. Its full of kinky things and I’d defiantly steer clear of this and that group if you only like vanilla kinks.

However, I do hope you enjoy this part and the handful of others I do. It’s the first pwp I’ve done so any feedback is welcome.

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Tap. Tap. Tap.

Tap.

The man landed on the final step of the stairs and stopped, watching pale white thighs, spread apart and suspended by a tangle of thin metal bars and leather straps, tremble in the wake of the sound of smooth shoes on stone.

"Hello, Boy." The other man, mouth filled by a small red ball half groaned at the other. He was blinded by soft black fabric, the same that bound his arms to the floor and not unlike the few decretive ties that joined the leather straps about legs, which were held, raised and exposed to the chilly air. "Did you miss me?"

Christopher stepped closer, sliding a gloved hand up a one of the bound boy's thighs before he let his fingers pluck lightly at a dark, slightly misshapen, oval that protruded just slightly from the others behind. "Your legs say you did."

The man, blond and blue eyed, smiled again as he placed his hand on the smooth plastic end and shifted it ever so slightly so he could see how the subdued boy jerked, his red hair hitting his forehead and sticking to the sweat as his chest stilled breathlessly and legs attempted to jerk against the spread bar and bindings.

Oh, how he loved sensory deprivation; the way it caused James to react that much more to his touches, this way there was no fear that the other was acting. Here the man was stripped of everything but the sense of touch and the feel of his own heart pounding against his chest.

James, after all, couldn't even hear Christopher’s voice as he spoke, whispering half humiliating words to the redhead’s warm flesh, caressing his thighs and the window conveniently left in the back of other boys chaps.

“Isofer…” The gag muffled the name and Christopher looked up as he gave the other man’s cheeks a swat with the back of his hand. A warning.

“I never said you could speak.” It didn’t matter that James couldn’t hear him, couldn’t respond or move to make any other complaint. Christopher, simply, didn’t want to hear it. Tonight wasn’t about James talking, it was about silence and control. It was the other mans talking, after all, that got him into this position in the first place.

“Are you trying to ask for forgiveness, perhaps?” The blond trailed his fingers over the butt plug’s handle, slid over the final thread of the back of the chaps and over James’ back. “Get out of punishment?”

He shoved his hand down under the pale man’s chest, pinching his side to make the redhead push up against the ground, as much as he could, anyway, with his forearms bound to the cool cement underneath him. Weights, previously hidden by the way James had been lying, jingled and spun merrily in the air as he moved, the attachments tugging relentlessly against the others slightly swollen looking nipples.

“Blood circulation isn’t so good like this, is it?” Christopher took off his gloves and trailed his fingers across James’ flushed face. “Better hang you up the rest of the way before you pass out then, right? Wouldn’t want you to miss the fun, after all.”

The blue-eyed man leaned down and untied the others arms from the old slide tracks left from one of the buildings previous owners. Christopher didn't know exactly what they had been for before but he certainly got his own sort of use out of them. James, released, shifted and reached out as though to grab his captor, though he missed rather badly until the other man grabbed one of his arms and pulled it upward.

Moment’s later fur-lined leather gripped the base of one arm and then another, leaving James’ arms to jerk and strain until he realized he wouldn’t fall or, in fact, hurt himself if he laid there with his weight supported by arm, leg, and waist supports hanging from the ceiling.

Drool slid under the ball-gag and down the redhead’s chin as his hands were pulled up above his head and tied together before be likewise being suspended in the air- rendered further useless to the man, the actor now found outside of a scene.

“Better?” Christopher smiled, tugging on the now dangling weights attached to the man’s nipples and listening to the way he half choked a moan through the gag and a bit more saliva made its way out from the corners of the man’s mouth. “Too bad you have that blindfold on… You look spectacular. Never better- even on stage.”

“Now...” The blonde-haired man ran his fingertips under the other man, slipping around his belly button until the reached James’ rust colored ‘treasure trail’. “I suppose we’ll have to remove the butt plug, won’t we?”

He rounded the suspended man, sliding his fingers around the others chaps before he gripped the purple oval just over the other man’s entrance and slowly twisted it, turning it around as he carefully pulled. It was a straight model, one that went in and out as though mimicking large anal beads and completely lacking in an arch so this wouldn’t hurt James, though he arched and cried out as the first swell was released from inside him.

One, two, three waves in and out and the flamboyant colored toy was freed and discarded on the floor while James panted and shifted in the air, all but able to move in any effective way.

“Much better.” Christopher pressed his index finger into the very edge of the other man’s anus and moved it all along the perimeter. “Now…to do with you, James…What to do…”

Christopher pretended to listen to James, hearing his breaths slowly even out from horse panting and somewhat slurred gasping. He nodded some, smiling down at the others sweat slickened body. “Such a good idea, James. I would have never thought of such a thing.”

He removed his finger from the others entrance and slapped James’ rear, leaving a slight pink handprint on the others pale skin. “Let the punishment fit the crime, eh?”

The blond man stepped away again, walking back over to a table in the corner and smiling as he heard the redhead groan from his suspended position. “Now what was it that you said?”

“Hmm?” He slid on latex gloves, snapping them as he put them on and then slathering one with strawberry lube. James didn’t say a word; just simply laid suspended in the air, his ass just slightly raised a bit more then his head. Christopher smiled, knowing he was tensing, waking for an attack that wasn’t going to come yet. He’d be relaxed by the time he came back, unable to hold his tensed position.

The man took his time. Setting up a tray of items he could use, taking instruments from the table and then walking over into another side room where he kept a small kitchen. Ice was tossed in a small silver dish and a nice hot cup of tea was poured into a teacup, which steamed merrily as he stepped back out into the main basement room.

“I’m back.” He shook his head, tossing his blond hair out of his eyes, and tugged over a corner table to rest the tray on. “Did you miss me?”

Christopher breathed on the other man’s ass, sliding his fingers up the crack before tugging the redheads butt cheeks apart and holding them that way with one hand.

“I do wish I didn’t have to hold you open but you can’t do that yourself now, can you?” The man dipped his free glove covered hand into a dollop of lube left on the corner of a tray and slid it all around the middle of others ass- the cold jell causing James to yank at the restraints and make a protesting noise as the blond worked.

“Shush.” He slapped the suspended man again and then slid his free hand around to caress his erection, latex finger sliding over the swollen head and causing the other man to jerk again and groan as saliva slid down the corner of his mouth and hit the concrete floor below him.

“Not acting anymore, are you?” He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before reaching forward and tugging off the blindfold. The other man would be able to see now and he gasped at the light as his wide green eyes struggled to take in the not too bright lights in the room after total darkness. “Now I can see your eyes. Much better.”

James was craning his neck, trying to look back at him, jerking on the chains and poles keeping his upper body above the ground and in position, just so. “Isofer!”

He pleaded with his eyes, mouth working around the red ball gag as he jerked and trembled slightly, fighting a bit with renewed vigor. It almost made the other man laugh and he leaned forward again, leaning against the redheads behind so he could tug hard on the weights hanging from the others nipples.

“Ah!” They jingled slightly and then spun merrily in the air as James’ arched, shutting his eyes tightly as his legs kicked slightly out of impulse rather then a real attempt to escape. His lover smiled again, fingering one of the swollen nipples before withdrawing again and making sure the others butt was spread to his satisfaction.

“Do stop looking at me like that. You made your bed: lay in it.” Christopher mused. “Ready?”

He paused, sliding his fingers down the others’ crack. “I know you are.”