Would if he could

Author: drop
Title: Would if he could
Date: 30 December 2016

(I felt like trying to write the story I posted earlier from the other perspective… but halfway through things started to twist in unexpected other directions ;)

We’re sitting on the couch, close enough to touch each other, but not touching. He has been in chastity for just a few days now, but his horniness is already through the roof. That may also be because I have teased the hell out of him, forbidding him to touch me, but always being close enough to ensure that touching me is on his mind.

When I feel his hand on my hair, I know I have him right where I want him. “What did I say about not touching me?” I say, “go stand in the middle of the room.” He gets up and turns to face me, licking his lips. I would love to kiss him right now, but I know how not being touched is driving him crazy. As nice as it would be to kiss him, I love seeing him being this obedient despite his horniness. Quickly and efficiently I undress him. From my pocket, I take the piece of rope I prepared, and tie his hands behind his back.

Sitting back on the couch, I start watching this hunk of mine. He is sweating, suffering, simply because he both wants to obey me and is horny enough to make love to me in any possible way – if only I would allow it. Desire flushes his face, and he leans forward just a bit, he’s almost ready to just disobey me for a chance of kissing me. Unfortunately for him, I too much like how he’s suffering from the conflict, “Stay there,” I whisper. He tries to ask me to touch him, but I don’t intent to leave him any option and tell him to be quiet.

My horny hunk, who wants nothing than to be touched, now has no options left but just to stand there and wait. I can see how he’s getting hornier and hornier. I love to see how much he wants me. I get up, and move to him, pretending I want to kiss him. And I do want to kiss him, but if I see how much he wants to kiss me back, I decide I’d rather enjoy denying him the pleasure. So instead I go upstairs, to our bedroom, and collect some more rope, a leather gag, and a blindfold. When I get back in our living room, I tell him not to look and start preparing some more effective bondage. We have several eye hooks throughout our living room, and I intent to tie his legs spread apart so far that he’ll be even more exposed than he is right now. I take two ropes and tie them to opposite eye hooks, putting a slip knot in them on the other end, so that I can quickly tie his feet.

As I see his naked body standing there, I have to resist the urge to grab and fuck him. He is mine. He is totally mine. And right now, I am fucking his mind. I sit back in the lazy chair. He can’t see me, as he is facing the other way, but I can watch his naked shoulders, enjoy my view on his ass. One hot fucking body under my control. Almost without thinking I start rubbing my crotch, moaning just a little.

Like a predator hearing prey, he suddenly turns around, gives me a look so intense that I wonder if I pushed him too far, and then jumps on top of me. My hands get caught between his ass and my cock, and I can’t resist caressing his butt a little. He leans in and I am about to just make love to him, when I decide that I would rather continue my mind fuck.

I jerk my hands free and just before he is about to kiss me, I place one hand on his chest, pushing him back. He looks crazy horny, and I love that look. He strains his shoulders, trying to free his hands. And I know that this little attempt at contact has only made him hornier – and it’s a good excuse to tie him up even further. So I keep pushing at him, to get him off me.

Then a snap, and his hands are free. He grabs hold of the chair and I can’t push him off me anymore. Instead, he is pulling in closer to me. His naked ass grinding over my cock, which unfortunately is still in my pants. His chest against mine. His face almost touching mine. With his tongue he licks my upper lip and I give in, kissing him back. His kisses are strong, almost desperate and I kiss him back just as strongly. Focusing on the kissing, I barely notice how he works his hand down until it squeezes my butt, how he lifts me and puts me on the ground, lowering his body onto mine. Rubbing his whole body into mine. It’s amazing how horny and desperate just a few days of chastity can make him.

So I enjoy how he tries to touch me everywhere. Relish the fact that I made him this horny, and the fact that despite all this he will still be unable to get off himself. For now, I just relax, letting him touch me all over my body. How he moves both of his hands over my left arm, giving me small goose bumps. He lifts my wrist a bit, touching my hand on all sides and then gently puts it down again. Then he moves his hands back to my upper body, planting a kiss on my lips, before giving my right arm the same treatment. I moan a little. I absolutely love having him caged like this.

As he lets his hand wander to my lower body, I decide it’s time to assert control again. I don’t want him to make me cum yet. But as I try to move my hand to push him away, I find they can’t move – that slick bastard tied them with the ropes I had planned to use on his ankles. As I try to struggle free he gives me a horny look, smiles, and tightens the slip knots just a bit more.

With that, he continues touching my body in all ways he can. His mouth on mine, kissing me, his leg moving up and down my leg, his hands softly tickling my chest, fiddling to open the fly of my pants.

“Keep your hands off my dick,” I command him and, luckily, I see a desire to obey in his eyes. With a wicked grin he slowly sits up, and leans back. With my arms tied like this, I can’t look up to see really see what he is doing. A few seconds later he is back, and starts kissing me again. “Of course,” he says, “I will obey your every order, so I’ll keep my hands of your dick.” And with that he produces the leather gag and firmly pushes it in my mouth, buckling it tight.

He moves his hands through my hair, trying to kiss me despite the gag. His ass grinding over my crotch. His chastity clicking against the buckle on my belt. With his hands caressing me all over my body, he slowly starts to move, his face all over my sweater, trying to bite my nipples through the fabric. He pulls up my sweater a little and starts touching my stomach, giving it soft kisses.

Then he pulls down my pants and my underwear, revealing my hard cock.

“Ok then,” he says, “I’ll keep my hands off your cock, but you said nothing about my mouth.”