He found himself walking down a familiar hallway; well he thought it looked familiar. As far as Seto knew they could all look alike on certain levels, changing the further you went. He’d only come through the door twice now and the second time his mind had been elsewhere. It turned out he didn’t have too far into the building to go this time. The last door Seto walked through lead into an exterior room. He threw his stuff into the locker then walked over to the computer terminal. Seto did a quick scan reading over the information there, before letting the system know he was ready to enter the next room.

The door slid open letting the darkness from within surround him as he stepped through. It was strange that the room would be dark, wasn’t the other occupant supposed to be blindfolded he thought in the time it took for his eyes to adjust. Walking further into the room, he triggered a dim light that slowly rose to near normal. Eyes cast about the room taking in the scenery. The décor was Spartan, simple and unassuming. The few items in the room seem to have definite purpose but damned if he could figure out any of them.

The only sound in the room came from the figure on the bed, breaths coming in jagged anticipation. Still silent, Seto walked toward the bed taking in the image before him. A vision of long black hair sprawled out upon the pillow, a satin cloth covering eyes, a lean muscular body wrapped in leather bands that held hands and legs at awkward angles. His head twisted around, even though blind, eyes unable to see, searching the room after hearing the door open.

Seto bent down next to the bed, leaning in to make sure his words fell warm and soft upon waiting ears. “Wait long, little one?” A visible shiver came from the one the words addressed. He might not understand them, but Seto was sure he could translate the thoughts behind them. “I will make that up to you soon.”


He stood again, looking around the room for something that looked familiar. His eyes found a few things in their search and Seto made his way toward them. Someone had a definite fantasy bordering on kink in the room. He looked back at the body strapped to the bed shaking his head. The question over German made a hell of a lot more sense now as he studied the articles of clothing. A glimmer of amusement crossed his mind, it was a shame he wasn’t blond. Of course, his ‘captive’ would never know this.

After his behavior the other night, this was going to be interesting. This time permission came to treat his playmate without concern, although Seto knew there was no way he would go that far. “You have pretty toys here with which to play.” He picked up one of the nearest objects to take it back to bedside. “Do you want to play, little one?” Before returning to the bed, Seto noticed a small refrigerator off to the side. He opened it, deciding to take a few things from there as well.

After the day he went through, Seto found himself in need of stress relief. Surprisingly he felt in a mood to play perhaps not as much as the other one in the room wished. He looked down at the one lying there, knowing he wouldn’t be the one to completely fulfill his request. There was no way he could just let himself risk loosing that much control over what would happen, unable to trust himself, no matter if permission was granted or not. He couldn’t take advantage of another’s trust that way, knowing how hard it is to recover from such things. He felt unconvinced he deserved that level of trust from another in the first place. However, Seto could understand the desire to surrender everything to another; to let someone else take control, he just couldn’t let that happen to him.

Placing the items in his hands, down upon a table next to the bed, Seto opened a few of the bottles from the refrigerator. Adding a couple of pieces of ice to the single glass in his hand, he then poured the amber liquid watching as it splashed over the blocks running off the sides to pool at the bottom of the glass. He took a quick drink, letting the liquor warm slightly in his mouth before swallowing. An idea came to him; he picked one of the ice chips up between two of his fingers. It warmed up quickly, melting as he held it just above the other’s body. Slowly the liquid built up, pooling at the bottom corner forming until gravity took over pulling it down to earth dropping upon the smooth white skin below. There was an audible hiss as the cold water hit skin.

Now that the other was aware to the presence of the ice, he took the piece in hand and started drawing upon the canvas of taut muscle presented to him. He wasn’t drawing so much as doodling lines and circles across the body, as the ice melted from the heat. Seto picked up another piece from the glass before continuing by circling the shard around a hardened tan nipple, rubbing the ice ever so slowly over the area. With the ice teasing the one nipple, Seto leaned down and ran his tongue over the other.

When the ice melted completely, his fingers finished tweaking at the cold flesh beneath them while he reached next to him to pick up another object off the table. Finding the smooth plastic object without raising his eyes, he reluctantly removed his hand from its desired position. His fingers slipped easily into the band before he fastened the battery pack and controller to his wrist. Stopping momentarily, he quickly stripped his clothing knowing if he didn’t there might not be time later. Reaching again to the tabletop, he took hold of a small bottle of lotion he had picked up on his search of the room. He quickly flipped it open then poured a generous amount into his free hand to warm up before using it. Discarding the bottle back to the table, Seto closed his hand spreading the lotion across his fingers before turning on the small switch.

The silence in the room broke with the soft hum. It appeared Seto was the only one to hear the slight sound. For when he slid his hand up touching the room’s other occupant with the device, he nearly jumped from the bed. The vibrations coming off the device went straight up his arm, he could only watch as the one he applied it to struggled and pulled against his restraints while the sensations hit other body parts before giving in. Seto wrapped his hand around the hardened cock adding another level to the first, pumping at the flesh while occasionally twisting his hand to send the vibrations to another area. The body beneath his touch arched wantonly into his hand, wanting more and yet following his own preset rules unable to vocalize it. Luckily for him, Seto received the message. Picking up the bottle of lotion once again, he applied even more to his hands before continuing. While he kept the one hand busy distracting the bound form, his other slowly pressed a slender finger into the tight opening in preparation.

It was getting harder for him to take his time as he watched the other’s body trying to break his restraints, panting in frustration at his own inability to do anything else. He decided to be merciful and moved to hasten the rest of his actions instead of the torture he had planned. Adding another finger into the willing body, he removed his other hand for better use. He slid the vibrator’s controller from his wrist and then removed it from his hand without turning it off. Pushing his fingers deep within the other, he moved them around carefully working to stretch the tight, firm muscles. He pulled them out then quickly replaced them with the still vibrating egg.

An involuntary cry broke free from the bound form upon the bed that pulled even harder at the ties holding him down. Now that his hands were free, Seto moved to the end of the bed to untie the other’s legs. He knelt between the bound legs first looking up at the display before him. The nearly crying body, twisting in pleasure and want, needing fulfillment and his touch to find complete release, his own body responded in turn wanting to be the one to make the threatened screams tear from the other.

Making quick work of the ties, Seto released the other’s legs pushing them up further on the bed. Crawling up the bed himself, he grabbed a nearby bottle. He popped it rapidly to cover his body with the lubrication before removing the vibrator, barely getting it out before replacing it with his heated flesh. Allowing them both time to adjust to the presence of the other, he stopped moving once fully embedded within, giving him a chance to reposition the other’s legs around his body before moving again.

Drawing back from the contact, he then pressed forward once again burying himself deep within the other. Repeating the motions several time, each one attempting to reach further than the one before, left them both hot and sweaty although the room was cold.

In the haze covering his eyes, Seto could make out red cuts marked into his partner’s wrists where he had pull too hard against the cuffs holding him down; he was going to do some serious damage to himself if this didn’t end soon. It was almost tempting to see how long it would take that to happen, almost. That is if Seto paid attention to the nagging voice in the back of his head. The one that said he asked for it and anyone that weak deserved it; however, Seto had learned years ago to ignore that one whenever it tried to speak.

To drown out the voice, he brought his mind back to the present situation. Moving more forcefully, angling his thrusts for maximum pleasure, he took the other’s neglected erection firmly in hand sliding it over the flesh in time with the rhythm their bodies set up. Just as he thought their bodies had adjusted to the pace and feelings he felt the one beneath him jerk up needing more of the friction upon his erection. Bouncing somewhere in between Seto’s hand upon him and the presence of the cock buried in his ass the dark-haired man lost all control coming within the firm grip. That’s all it took for Seto’s own orgasm to hit, the tightness surrounding him sent him over the edge.

He lay there, nearly collapsed upon the other until his body’s control returned to him. Getting up, Seto reached up to release the other’s wrists from their captivity. There was an audible sound of negativity but he ignored it, laying a finger upon the other’s lips to silence him. Leaning down he whispered softly into the other’s ear, “Thank you,” before gathering his clothes and walking out of the room.

*****

Walking back out into the hallway, he started following the lights again to his exit. As he went through one of the doors, it surprised him to find himself in another room with no other doors. There was a computer terminal sitting in the room though so he walked over to it cautiously. Inserting his card into the slot on the computer brought up a message directed to him.

~The gentleman you were asking about earlier, has shown an interest in meeting with you tomorrow night at this time. If you are similarly interested, please press the F1 on the keyboard, your card and information will be updated. If you do not wish this meeting, press the escape key.
When this is complete, your card will eject and the door will open again. ~

He didn’t have to think twice before hitting the key.


 

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