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.
onward
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