A/N: Read at work at your own risk. This chapter is very graphic and may not be suitable for consumption at work. This chapter involves light bondage. IF you have issues with Brian being tied up you may want to skip this chapter. You have been warned. I am not responsible for any workplace mishaps or offended sensabilaties. Bataless as always, but I do have a goldfish. At least until my cats eat him. Let me know what you think. Chapter 10 Brian’s POV Gus is reading Goodnight Moon for the third time when Justin finally walks in. My son may be only five, but he’s smart as a whip. He’s been reading since his fourth birthday. I like to think Justin had a hand in that. He’s been reading to Gus since the first time he babysat him. I notice the tension in his Justin’s body, but when I start to say something he slightly shakes his head. Instead he crawls up from the end of the bed, sliding in between Gus and the wall. Gus shifts to cuddle with Justin and my heart melts at the bond these two precious boys share. “Daddy Jusin, will you tell me a story now?” We both watch as Gus struggles to keep his eyes open, knowing it’s a losing battle. Never the less Justin complies with Gus’ wishes. “Sure, Bubby. What story do you want tonight?” “Tell me the one about the evil witch Joanie and how the Great JT saves the little boy Bri from her.” I can’t help laughing at my son’s innocence and Justin’s obvious discomfort. Smirking at Justin behind Gus’ head I can’t help replying, “Yeah, ‘Daddy’, tell us this great fairytale.” Blushing at being found out, Justin gives Gus another hug before he begins. “Once upon a time in the land just south of Liberty there was a wicked tribe of bitter angry women. One of the women, known only as Joanie the Glum then, met a man by the name of Jack the Jerk.” I settle back and listened to Justin weave a tale of heartache and retribution for the great boy Bri. I found it particularly difficult to keep from laughing outright when Justin began to describe how JT saved Bri from the evil witch and taught him how to accept and show love. Just as Justin was finishing his story of magic and the healing powers of love, I heard the door open. Lindz and Mel stepped in and I put my finger to my lips to keep them quiet. Justin gently shifted Gus off him as I got up to meet the girls at the door. He tucked the blanket around the sleeping child, kissing his forehead before joining us at the door. I close the door and make to grab Justin’s hand, intending to lead him down the hall to our bedroom. “God damn-it Brian, I have a right to tell my son goodnight and give him a kiss.” Melanie looks like she could spit nails and I have to wonder what shredder Justin put them through downstairs. “No one said you couldn’t, Smelly Melly, but he’s asleep and I wanted to warn you of that before you woke him up and we had to go through the whole bedtime ritual again.” I can’t help laughing at Mel’s outraged look and it only gets worse as I hear Justin trying to stifle his own laughter and also hear a giggle or two escape Lindsey’s mouth as well. I can only assume it’s to prevent an argument when I hear Justin’s voice. “Come on Brian, leave the merry…mothers to their flock and let’s go to bed. Your ‘punishment’ awaits, or did you forget?” The last is said in a husky, seductive voice and my cock jumps at the images floating through my head. More to goad the munchers than anything else I jokingly reply, “Ohh. I hope it involves whips, chains and leather restraints.” I smirk at the girls’ shocked faces. “And feathers, floggers and 12 inch dildos up your ass if you’re lucky.” The look before might have been fun, but the sputtering and various shades of red they are turning now is way more fun. “Just make sure you have plenty of lube, Sunshine. My tender ass has not been used or abused since our last get together.” “As I seem to recall you especially enjoyed the last ‘abuse’ your ass received.” Justin winked at the girls and began to walk down the hall. “I’m not sure about lube. I may forego that comfort just so you won’t make this mistake again.” I give the girls a mock look of fear and walk down the hall to catch up with Justin. Just before we reach the other side of the stairs to go toward our hallway I hear Lindz ask Mel with more than a hint of concern, “You don’t really think Justin’s going to use all that um…equipment on Brian do you? Surely Brian wouldn’t allow that.” We smirk at each other as we get to our bedroom door. The last thing we hear is Mel’s response, “I don’t care what they do or who does what to whom so long as I don’t have to hear it. Kinney, these rooms better be soundproof.” Justin and I collapse against the door laughing like loons at the munchers’ outrage. Justin’s POV Once we are able to peel ourselves from the door I walk toward the cabinet where we keep our toys and begin pulling stuff off the shelves. Brian sits on the edge of the bed and watches as I toss various dildos, restraints, feathers, floggers, butt plugs and a few scarves onto the bed. I have to laugh when I turn back around and lay the last item on the bed and begin lining up everything. There is a not of apprehension in his voice as he eyes the assortment. “You aren’t seriously going to use all this are you? I was kidding about the whips and chains, though restraints might be fun. We’ve never tried that one before. At least not with me in them.” He gives me his patented smirk trying to cover up the unease I see in his eyes. “Part of your punishment is not knowing what is for use and what is just for show. I know how freaked out you are right now, but I told you there was a price to pay for queening out on me. Maybe now you will hesitate to not trust me; and, when you do have doubts, to talk to me and trust you when I say that I will never intentionally keep things from you.” I begin stroking the bigger of the dildos in a loving manner. For Brian to even still be in the room is a huge step forward for us. In the past year or so he’s gotten better about letting me top him, even asking me to on occasion. But to let me even suggest using any of these toys on him is huge. Fortunately our kinks run along the same lines. Light bondage and spanking occasionally, but neither of us have been into major bondage or the other really kinky stuff. “Um, Justin, are you going to do something anytime soon, or should I leave you with the dildo so you can continue to jack it off?” Brian gives me his tongue in cheek smirk again before continuing, “It’s going to take you a really, REALLY long time to get it off. And it’s not nearly as fun as me.” He slowly strokes his dick through his pants and I almost go to him and take over. At the last minute I remember I’m the dominate one this evening. I’m the one calling the shots so instead of replacing his hand with mine, I make him stop. He growls his frustration as he’s denied pleasure. “None of that until I say so. Now I want you to strip.” I crawl onto the bed and got comfortable with the pillows behind me and leaned against the headboard. “I want you to strip for me. Make it slow.” I watch as Brian stands at the end of the bed, giving one last hesitant look toward the toys, now lined up neatly on the end of the bed. He begins with his shirt, slowly unbuttoning each button, putting on a show. Once each button is undone he undoes the buttons at his wrists and lets the shirt fall to the floor. Instead of moving to his jeans right away he lets his hands trail down his chest playing with his nipples. You would never know that he’s done this so rarely with the way he’s getting into it. But I guess that’s what makes him a great ad man. As he lets his hands roam lower I begin stroking my cock through my cargos. He pauses to watch what I’m doing and I respond harshly, “Don’t stop Brian. If you do it will be that much worse for you.” He continues playing lightly with his treasure trail and I resume stroking my cock lightly. He unbuttons his jeans slowly, pausing after each button to reveal a bit more skin and hair. Once the buttons are undone he turns slightly so I get a frontal and rear view of the tight denim sliding over his flesh. Before he can take off his jeans he has to remove his shoes. Unlike the loft where he went barefoot whenever possible, at the mansion he tends to were loafers or runners. Of course they are the best quality runners, nothing from the Big Q. Divested of his shoes, he strips his jeans the rest of the way off and tosses them toward the hamper. Finally he turns back toward me and presents himself. “Like what you see?” He asks me unnecessarily. He can see my erection through my pants, made even harder from my stroking. I get up and move to stand directly in front of him. “Now strip me, slowly, but no touching anything unnecessary.” I know this will drive him crazy because something most people don’t know about Brian is that he’s a very tactile person. When we are together, whether slow and sensual or fast and furious, he’s touching me. He’s constantly running his hands through my hair, over my skin, even along my slightly wrinkled ball sac. His tongue often follows the same paths, though not through my hair. He begins by pulling the hem of my sweater over my head, causing it to turn inside out. He will bitch about it later, but right now he simply tosses it onto the pile by the hamper. With great effort he avoids trailing his hands down my abs and focuses instead on the button and zipper of my cargo pants. One tooth at a time he pulls the zipper down adding just a bit more pressure than necessary against my cock, but I let it slide since it feels so good. My cargos are loose enough to fall on their own, but he follows them down, barely touching my legs in the process. When he gets to my feet he unties my runners and lifts first one foot then the other as he takes of my shoes and socks. He waits for me to step out of my pants then tosses them on the growing pile of discarded clothing. “Now get on the bed, face up. Do you have any objections to being tied up?” I almost hesitate at the request, but I think the anticipation will be more heightened if he can’t see what I’m going to do. “I trust you Justin. I know that whatever you do tonight is meant for pleasure even while you are ‘punishing’ me.” He cups my face with his hands and looks deeply into my eyes, letting me see his trust in me and the desire running through him. I pick up one of the silk scarves and tie it around his head covering his eyes with the material. “I’m going to lead you to the bed and lay you down. Do you remember your safe word?” I laugh quietly remembering when we came up with our safe words. It was the first time Brian spanked me for some ‘punishment’ of some sort. I forget the exact offense, but I smile at the memory of how sore and red my ass was after that particular marathon. I loved every minute of it, but before we started Brian made me create a safe word to let him know when it became too much. I take a small amount of pride in never having used that word no matter how intense it got. Brian tried to shrug off creating his own safe word, but was finally convinced when I refused to create my own unless he created one too. This is the first opportunity I’ve had to cause him to potentially use it. “Yes, damn-it, I remember the safe word. Just what do you have planned for tonight little boy?” “That’s for me to know and you to find out. Much later. Now, repeat your safe word.” I snickered as I made Brian follow the same ritual as he had to every time we decided to kink things up a bit. “Pussy.” Brian smirked as I shuttered in his arms at the safe word guaranteed to stop any gay man. “Okay, here we go. Up on the bed, face up and stretch your arms out like you were pretending to be an airplane.” I lead him to the bed and back him up until his legs touch the sides. He sits down and scoots over to the middle of the bed stretching out, putting his arms slightly above his head. I pick up the other scarves and tie first one and then the other to his wrists making sure the knots are tight, but not too tight. To do this I have to straddle him and take some pleasure in rubbing my dick over his chest and butting it against his chin. Once I have his wrists restrained, I move back down the end of the bed and grab the feather and suede flogger and place them on either side of Brian before straddling his legs rubbing our cocks against the other. Just let yourself feel what I’m doing to you and try not to anticipate what is coming next. I promise not to hurt you. And don’t come. I’ll quit if you come. Do you understand?” I speak softly to set the tone. “Yes.” He chokes out, trying desperately now to hide how aroused he is. But I know better. You don’t live and sleep with, nor fuck the same person for 5 plus years without learning their every emotion, knowing what every sigh, every groan, and every caress means. “Okay, no more talking for you. The same applies. If you talk I quit.” Having said that, I take both of our cocks in my hands and slowly begin working them in a slow rhythm taking great pleasure in the feel not only of my hands but our two cocks rubbing against each other as well. I continue this for a while speeding up and slowing down depending on the amount of moaning coming from the man beneath me. Sensing that he’s getting close to climaxing, I abandon our cocks and grab the flogger and begin to trail it slowly up and down Brian’s chest. I can tell he knows what it is by the way his breath hitches ever so slightly. I smack it against his nipples a couple of times and watch as they harden into tight buds. Another sure sign that he was turned on by what was happening. I move up by his face and lean over so I can whisper in his ear. “You love this don’t you? You love feeling the slight tingle the suede strings cause when I smack your nipples. But would you like it as much if I put them somewhere else?” He nods his head a bit and without warning I bring the flogger down fairly hard against his thigh. He jerks at the contact, but manages to stifle the words wanting to pour out his mouth. I stick my dick at his mouth, letting the pre-come dribble onto his lips. Seeing the pearly drops glistening makes my cock leak even more. Of its own volition Brian’s tongue darts out to lick the come off his lips. His moan of appreciation makes me close my eyes for a moment to refocus on the task at hand. Finally gaining some semblance of control I tap my dick against his lips, signaling for him to open his mouth. “Suck my cock. Make me come.” Even though I was denying Brian an orgasm didn’t mean that I had to deny myself one. Besides, I figure if I get a couple out of the way it will make the main event last that much longer. He slowly takes my cock into his mouth licking the underside with his tongue. I let him take control of the movements not wanting to choke him. Eventually the pleasure becomes too much and I start rocking my hips into his face, slowly fucking his mouth but never driving too deeply into his throat. As I’m about to shoot, I back off slowly giving him the opportunity to swallow without choking. Pulling out completely I let my come dribble down his chin, loving the way his tongue tries to lick up every last drop. “That was great. No one gives better head than you.” He shakes his head in the negative and I wonder what he would say, given the opportunity. I decide to ask him later and back off him again to decide on my next move. While deciding between the feather and one of the dildos I lean down to lick his dick and take the tip into my mouth and suck hard creating a vacuum. His back arches off the bed and he tries, desperately, to move his hands to grab my hair. To force me to take more or to pull me off I don’t know. With his hands bound he couldn’t have done it anyway, but I move back again and pick up the feather. Slowly I move the feather along his ribs, watching as he tries to squirm away from the ticklish sensations. “Hold still, Brian. I’m not going to stop until you stay still.” I watch, fascinated as he shutters and struggles to hold himself still. He’s reduced to moans and growls. I Torture him for 15 minutes with the feather covering every inch of his body. “I’m going to untie your wrists for a moment. I want you to flip onto your stomach then I’m going to re-tie your wrists. If you attempt to touch me I’m going to use the paddle and make your ass very red.” I lean over him again, rubbing my dick on his body, as I until first one wrist then the other. Groaning and muttering under his breath he does as I ask, slightly humping the mattress as he gets comfortable. I smack his ass to stop him and show my displeasure. “Now, now Brian. There will be none of that. Remember you can’t come until I tell you you can. Understood?” He nods slightly and groans in frustration as he’s denied even that little bit of pleasure. I pick up the flogger again and trail it down his spine. I let the strings trail over his ass before quickly smacking it hard. He gasps in shocked surprise and I do it again before he has time to adjust to the stinging in his ass. Quickly I bend over and lick the offended globes and gently spread his cheeks apart. He lifts his ass, trying to get my tongue to follow the newly created path. Instead I slide the handle along his crack, stopping at his pucker and adding just a bit of pressure without penetrating his hole. I remove the handle of the flogger and replace it with the largest of the dildos which I had brought up beside me within easy reach. He moves his ass away from the sensation and clenches his cheeks a bit in fear. I snap the lid of the lube and remove the dildo from his ass. Gently, so as not to alert Brian to what I’m doing I lay the dildo on the bed and put some lube on my fingers. Once the lube is sufficiently warm I place two fingers against his pucker and slowly begin to work the digits into his tight passage. Moaning even more, Brian begins to buck back onto my fingers taking more and more into his body. I remove my fingers and he beats his hands, as much as the restraints will allow him, against the bed and alternately grabbing the sheets. I quickly replace my fingers with my tongue and proceed to give him the ultimate rim job. I slowly remove my tongue and begin licking around his hole, taking swipes towards his balls every once in a while. Without warning I stiffen my tongue again and plunge it back in fucking him mercilessly. After about 15-20 minutes of my tongue lubing his hole I back off and get up from the bed. I need a warm washcloth for the next part of my plan. Feeling the bed shift Brian turns his head towards me even though he can’t see because of the blindfold. “Justin…” He whispers. I give his ass a firm smack to remind him of the no talking policy in place. I leave the bathroom door open, wanting him to hear what I’m doing. Walking back to the bed I remove the toys and place them on the floor. I move back to straddle his back and begin rubbing my cock along his spine. When I have gotten myself sufficiently hard I lean back up and begin stroking my cock. Feeling my second orgasm begin to take me over I let go and watch as my come spews over Brian’s back. Once I’ve recovered slightly I begin to rub the spunk into his back, using it as a lotion to massage him. “God, Brian, you should see your back. You look so beautiful with my jizz smeared all over. Makes me just want to eat you up.” Without warning I do just that, using my tongue to begin cleaning him up. I save just a bit and massage it over his ass cheeks, letting just a bit dribble into his crack. He gasps and tries to twist around to see what I’m doing, but the restraints and blindfold prevent him. I rub his back gently and try to calm him. “It’s okay Brian. I won’t put you at risk. You trust me right?” Again he just nods and I take the still warm washcloth and begin cleaning up the mess I made of his back and ass. Once that’s done I move up to remove the blindfold and look into his lust filled eyes. I haven’t kissed him since this started and suddenly I can’t wait to taste his mouth. Before I do though I give him my final command. “You can talk to me now if you want. But you still can’t come yet. I want my dick buried in your ass before you come.” I don’t give him time to respond before I mash our mouths together. The kiss is the most carnal, intense and passionate of any kiss that has come before. I quickly slip my tongue into his mouth, letting him taste the leftover come still on my tongue. When air becomes a necessity, I remove my mouth from his and listen as we both pant, trying desperately to get our breath back. “Christ, Justin. If you don’t fuck me soon, or at least shove something up my ass I’m going to rip these scarves off and do it for you.” I see the desperation in his eyes and know that I’ve pushed him about as far as he can go. I push his face back into the pillow and move down again to prepare him. I rip the condom packet open and quickly sheathe my aching cock. Once that is done I place some lube on the latex and begin to prepare Brian’s hole once again. “Damn-it. Just shove it in. I’m not some fucking dyke who can’t take it.” So, I line up my cock with his ass and push in about an inch. He grunts at the intrusion, but quickly pushes back taking me further into his body. “Jesus, Brian. Take it easy. I don’t want to cause you pain. Slow down.” I grip his hips trying to stop his backward movements. Wanting none of that Brian shoves back with all his might and growls low in his throat at the obvious pain. Taking time to adjust, he pants out, “Have I taught you nothing. Pain is a part of it. Now I thought you were going to punish me. Well, get to it.” Again he moves his hips causing my dick to slide almost completely out and then slams back against me again. Not willing to let him take control I grab his hips again and begin a brutal rhythm that has our balls slapping against each other. Groans, grunts, and moans replace words as we both get lost in the pleasure of the most intense fuck I think I have ever given. Knowing that neither of us are going to last much longer, especially Brian given that he hasn’t come yet since starting, I quicken my pace even more, relishing the tingle racing up my spine signaling my climax. “BRIAN! Come for me Brian. NOW!!!” I scream as loud as I can and push back into him one last time as I feel his anal walls squeeze me tightly as his own orgasm takes over. I’m buried balls deep and the waves just keep rolling over both of us. I slump against his back as another wave of pleasure washes over us. What seems like an eternity later I push up and begin the painful process of pulling out, first ensuring the condom is secure. I quickly tie it off and toss it into the trash. Then I reach up to untie Brian’s wrists, inspecting each one for damage. Once I’m assured there is no permenate damage I flop onto my back and just bask in the afterglow. It’s several minutes later before I feel Brian shift beside me and I roll to my side to see how he’s doing. “Jesus motherfucking Christ. Where did you learn to do that?” “I learned from the master. All those times you ‘punished’ me and denied me an orgasm paid off. I just returned the favor.” I glance over at the clock on the nightstand and marvel at the time that has passed. “We’ve been at it for nearly two hours. How does it feel?” “Give me a half hour or so to recuperate and I will gladly demonstrate how fanfuckingtabulous that was. I think I blacked out there toward the end.” Brian gazes at me with untold pride and I glow in his unspoken praise. “Oh no you will not. Remember I told you I would fuck you into the mattress first.” “Which you did admirably” He interrupted. “But then I told you I was going to worship your body the way it should be.” “Everyone worships my body, Sunshine. Only one gets the kind of access you got tonight.” It’s the perfect ‘I love you’. To know that I have garnered the trust he feels to allow me this kind of control over his body is better than any words he could utter. My ‘allergies’ get the best of me and he gently wipes away the tears falling down my face. “What’s with the waterworks? Surely you can’t be disappointed with the performance.” “Just glad to be home. I love you Brian Kinney. Never doubt that.” “I love you too, twat. Now what say you we take a shower and take a short nap before round two.” I readily agree and bounce up from the bed, laughing at the wobbly feeling in my legs. Not doing much better himself, Brian follows me into the bathroom and turns on the shower. Two blowjobs later we get back in bed and automatically assume our normal sleeping positions, Brian spooned up against me with his arms wrapped tightly around my middle as close as two people could possibly get. With a much contented sigh we both drift off to sleep, sated and secure in our feelings toward the other, and, also, secure for the moment in our relationship and our roles within said relationship.