“Hold still,” Gerard said as he tied a blindfold around my eyes. I couldn’t decide if I liked the sensation of blindness or not. Then I felt metal around my wrist, accompanied by a click. The handcuffs. Soon my arms were immobilized, and I couldn’t have found it sexier. Gerard was in complete control, just the way I liked it.

I felt his lips on mine a moment later. It was as if he was attacking me with an uncontrollable hunger. I could understand the feeling. If he didn’t have me pinned so effectively, I probably would have been putting in just as much effort. As it was I could barely get my tongue into his mouth without him pulling away and tutting at me. He really wanted me to just be perfectly submissive.

I was okay with that until he moved his efforts to my neck. The last time I let him do that I unknowingly went home with a hicky. Mom was not happy. She couldn’t decide what to think. Either I had lied and gone off with some girl, or I was gay with a guy named Ryan. Neither stories were correct, but she didn’t need to know that. And I didn’t need any more suspicion. But when I tried to pull my neck away, Gerard followed.

After a while he stopped and half growled, “How attached are you to this shirt?”

My mind was slowly becoming mush, and I couldn’t remember what shirt I was wearing for the life of me, “That depends. Which one is it?”

I felt a finger trail down my chest, “It’s just plain black. Nothing special.”

His finger kept going until it hit my crotch, hard, and I hissed, “Then not very why?”

He didn’t give a verbal response. I had no idea what was going to happen until I heard a loud ripping noise and felt cold air on my side. He had ripped my shirt! God, that was a sexy image…If only I could see it. I jerked my hands, moving to take the cloth from my eyes before I realized that wouldn’t work. For reasons I will never understand, that made Gerard slap me across the cheek. And for reasons that I will never even try to understand, I moaned and bucked my hips up in response.

“No struggling, Frankie. You’ll only make your punishment worse.”

I whimpered. I had no idea what that meant, but it sounded so kinky. I almost wanted to struggle just to find out. I didn’t get the chance. Just as quickly as my shirt had been removed, my pants were whisked away. And then I could feel the rough material of Gerard’s jeans on my erection. That kind of hurt. I squirmed a little.

“Ah, Gee, that hurts,” I said.

He chuckled, “Poor little Frankie. What do you want me to do about it? I could always get off and just leave you here…I do still have work to do…”

“No!” I cried out. If he left me I’d be even more tortured. Abandoned with a hard on and no way to take care of it. No thank you, “Just…take your pants off.”

He mock gasped, “What kind of whore do you take me for? I don’t remove my clothing for just anyone. You have to beg.”

The last sentence was said really close to my ear. Then he ground his hips down, and I cried out in the horrific mixture of pleasure and pain that resulted. He was almost starting to scare me.

“Please, Gee!” I whined out, “Please let me feel your soft skin on mine. I want it so bad!”

“Oh, Frankie, you’re such a dirty slut.” At that moment I really felt like one. And I didn’t give one single fuck about it. I had Gerard more or less where I wanted him. A couple seconds later I felt his naked erection pressed against mine. How he got it up so fast after my hand job remains a mystery, but it felt amazing. That was probably due to my blind state. You know, other senses enhanced and stuff?

He leaned down to kiss me again then, rubbing our sweaty torsos together in the process. I couldn’t take much more of his teasing. It was just too much. I whimpered and tried once more to create friction between our lower halves. Luckily, Gerard didn’t do anything to “punish” me, but he did hold me down tighter.

“Stop being so eager, Frank. I want this to go slow.” He said, but at the same time I heard him digging through the drawer again. And then my legs were being lifted, and I felt a wet finger slide up into me. I moaned at the contact and tried to shove myself down onto the digit further. Yeah, it wasn’t just helplessness that I liked. I’d probably take it up the ass over fucking someone any day. Just one of my little quirks. Unfortunately, Gerard pulled back at the same time.

“Slow, Frankie. Let me do the work.” It was agonizing. He kept pulling his finger almost all the way out before slowly pushing it back in again. Then he did pull it out completely, only to go back in with two fingers. He repeated this super slow process until I was comfortable with three fingers, as is custom. Then the real torture began.

I felt it when he positioned his dick and then pushed in ever so gently. He waited until the tip was submerged and stopped. He just sat there like that. I had no idea how he did it. He had to have been just as horny as me, if not more so. He was the one who could see, after all.

It didn’t take long before I couldn’t stand it anymore, “Fuck, Gee, just fuck me already!”

“Just because you said that so sexily…” And then he rammed into me, causing my back to arch. God it was so good, and I could tell he was barely off from my prostate. He pulled back out slowly, and then repeated his movement, only this time he did hit it. I saw white behind the blindfold. No one had ever done that before. I only knew vaguely of how it felt from times that I would finger myself, but that was nothing compared to this sensation.

“Ah, Gee, please, again. Right there. Please.”

“Hm?” he was starting to sound breathless, like me, “You mean…here?” and he did it again. And again I cried out.

After that he found a very strange rhythm. In fast, out slow. And he never faltered in it. I knew he had some major willpower then. Needless to say, it was the longest sex I’d had in my life, even if it did feel fucking amazing. I was completely exhausted by the time I climaxed. And even more so when Gerard did. He was barely able to remove my restraints before he collapsed next to me. We stared into each other’s eyes as we attempted to catch our breath.

When we were finally composed, I had an issue to deal with: going home. For one, I was way late and Mom was probably pissed. For two, I had no shirt. That wouldn’t go over well. I couldn’t fix the lateness, but hopefully the shirt thing could be remedied.

“Hey, Gee…What do I do about my shirt?”

He shrugged casually, “I have one just like it. Don’t worry.” With that he went over to his dresser and pulled a piece of black material, tossing it into my face. Then he came and sat back down, “As amazing as that was, I don’t think I’ll ever do it again. Took too much out of me. Plus, your eyes are half the fun in watching you.”

“Uh, I didn’t exactly ask you to do that.” I pointed out as I pulled on my jeans.

“Yeah, but you didn’t exactly ask me not to.”

I didn’t have a response for that.

Notes

Here's some kinkyness for all you perverts out there! Please keep (or start) commenting because it's you crazy bitches that keep me writing