Chapter 2

Next he felt the silk scarf against his face as Daniel put the blindfold on him. It didn’t matter; he wasn’t going to open his eyes anyway but the blindfold was customary. Next Daniel grabbed both of Rob’s arms and jerked them back, tying them behind him, crossed at the wrists. At first it wasn’t painful but it would become so as time passed. The cord might be silk but it was strong. Daniel drew it tight and tied knots that never seemed to slip. Within a few seconds Rob could feel the strain in his shoulders, the first tingle before numbness began in his fingertips and slowly crept up his hands.

He heard the footsteps as Daniel stepped back, away from him. Rob didn’t have to see to know the other man retreated to a favorite chair and sat down in it.

“Come.” The one word sounded harsh and cold. Rob knew better than to try to get up and he couldn’t crawl with his arms behind him so he inched along on his knees, the faded carpet rough and scratchy against his skin.

“That’s enough. Bend down now and kiss your master’s feet.”

Rob sat back on his heels, trying to keep his balance as he bent forward. He couldn’t see, only feel and blindly guess. He encountered only dusty carpet at first but finally found Daniel’s bare feet. He pressed his lips to first the right one and then the left.

“I kiss the feet of the dragon, my master.”

“Now come closer, barely closer…”

Rocking back as he straightened, Rob inched ahead, left and then right. He sensed himself between Daniel’s knees now and hesitated. Was he close enough?

A strong hand grasped his head, fingers digging into his scalp. It didn’t quite hurt, or at least he told himself so. The hand guided him to bend forward again though not so far this time. He felt the heat from aroused flesh as he scented the musky odor of Daniel’s ballocks, scarcely a breath away. He licked his lips in expectation. This was a good part, one that he relished.

Just as he leaned perhaps an inch farther forward, the hand released his head and settled to his chest, giving him a sharp shove backwards. Caught off guard, Rob fell. Although he twisted to the side and managed not to land squarely on his bound arms, it still hurt.

“What? Why?” He blurted the questions before he could restrain himself.

“The dragon is not pleased yet. You need more reminders.” Daniel caught him by the left arm, which was topmost, and jerked him upright. Then he rummaged, perhaps in a pocket. The next thing Rob knew, he felt the bite of metallic teeth on his nipples. That hurt, and not a good hurt. He sucked in a breath, then bit his lip against a startled yell.

This was new, painful and distressing. Moments later, he felt the slither of a cord on his skin. A fine little noose settled around his balls and cock, drew tight, and lifted.

Daniel passed the line over his left shoulder and tied the end to the binding at his wrists. He had to lift his arms as much as he could to ease the pressure.

He thought suddenly of something he had once read in a book. With most couples in these kinds of games, the sub had to have a safe word, a short syllable or two you could shout when the pain got too severe, when fear shot past arousal and you began to feel desperate. Daniel had never asked him for a safe word. Before this, he had never quite felt the need. Things had never reached the point he felt he couldn’t bear it.

This time he neared that brink. But no safe word…no way out.

Daniel’s hand settled on Rob’s head again, not quite as savagely this time. He directed Rob’s motion and brought his mouth directly to the waiting prick. Still not sure what to expect, Rob gave a tentative lick across the slit and scooped away the drop of pre-cum. He heard Daniel’s sharp intake of breath and then the harshly spoken words.

“Yes. Suck me.”

Trying to ignore the pain that still gnawed at the edges of his senses, Rob complied. He gave it his best effort. His tongue flicked around the groove beneath the head, feeling the tiny nerve buds harden under the touch. He widened his jaws as far as he could, relaxed his tongue and throat and plunged down the length as far as he could, then drew his lips firmly against the moisture-slick flesh, lubricated with saliva. He slowly drew back, keeping the suction steady and tight. Again, and a third time. After that Daniel took over and drove into Rob’s mouth, over and over again, harder, deeper each time until the final explosion came, flooding Rob’s mouth with thick, salty fluid.