Page 46 of Brat on the Ball

“Bedroom. Now,” said George.

“Make me,” I challenged.

He captured my mouth with his again, and his hands came to rest against my arse. Just as I was relaxing into the slow, sensual nature of his kiss, I was being lifted by my thighs.

“Put me down!” I shouted, but George only laughed as he ran me through the flat to his bedroom. He threw me down on the bed and pounced on me before I could react. He used one hand to undo his belt whilst his other hand kept my hands above my head, and then he shuffled up my body to feed me his cock. I gladly lifted my head to taste him as he pushed in and out without urgency.

“Fuck, you’re a good boy when you’re gagged,” he said. “Maybe I should buy you a ball gag. Stop all this ‘make me’behaviour in its tracks.”

I whined as if I wanted to argue, but his words had me unbearably hard in my trousers. I let George test my gag reflex for a few minutes before letting my teeth graze his shaft as a little act of rebellion.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he said. Ok, so it had the opposite effect to what I’d intended. I wasn’t complaining about that either. Finally, he moved away to let me breathe. “I want to fuck that arse of yours so bad.”

“Please,” I whined, all pretence of rebellion gone.

“Patience,” he whispered. George moved off me, discarded his jeans and t-shirt and then pulled my joggers down in one motion. My cock slapped against my belly, already oozing pre-cum. As he spread my legs, I winced at the sudden pain.

“You OK?” George asked.

“Yeah, just…ouch. I think after, y’know, all we’ve done recently…” I tailed off. I wanted him so badly.

George lifted my legs higher and stroked one thumb over my hole. “Ouch, boy. I need to be more considerate with lube.”

“I wouldn’t have it all any other way,” I smiled.

“New plan,” said George. “Move up the bed.”

I shifted myself upward. George got off the bed and walked around it, then rummaged around in his bedside drawer. “Here, put this on,” he said. I was black silk sleep mask.

I did as I was told, and felt as George’s fingers circled my wrist and guided it up toward the corner of the bed. “What’s going on?” I asked.

And then I felt the cold metal and heard theclickas George secured a cuff around my hand. I heard his footsteps around the bottom end of the bed and a couple of seconds later, the cuff clicked into place on my other hand. I gave each a quick tug, but they were secure. My heart rate went up a notch. This was a whole new level of trust in our relationship.

I could feel the mattress dip as George sat between my legs. I thought I felt him leaning over me, and when his breath ghosted my face I knew how close he was. Without another word, he touched my lips with one finger, then drew it down my chin, my neck, my chest and stomach so slowly. I bucked my hips and whined. “Fuck, I need you to touch my cock,” I said.

“Ask and you won’t receive,” chuckled George, skating his fingers through my pubes, grazing my cock and then down the upper part of my thigh.

“You bastard,” I whined.

“I know,” said George. “But I’m your bastard now, and I’d do this to you every day for the rest of my life if I could.”

Finally, he reversed course and moved up my body again, now trailing two fingers up my balls and gently over my shaft. He dabbed at the pre-cum at the top and then spread it oh-so-slowly over the head.

“Fuck,” I whined. “I want you. I need you.”

“How do you want me?” he asked.

“Fuck me,” I begged. “I don’t care how much it hurts.”

George’s hand moved away from my cock. “No. I’m looking after you, remember?”

“Need…to fuck,” I panted, bucking my hips and pulling at my restraints. Why wouldn’t he do what he so clearly wanted to do?

Then his hand returned to my cock, only this time it was slicked up with cold lube. “Fuck!” I shouted, probably loud enough that the neighbours on all sides could hear me. George stroked me gently, so gently that I couldn’t make any progress toward orgasm, and I knew he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Please, I just need…” I let my voice fade away into nothingness. When I pleaded, I was going to get nothing that I asked for.

And then George was straddling me. My mouth dropped open automatically, ready for him to take my mouth like he had earlier. But that wasn’t the plan. George’s fingers wrapped around my cock - deftly, gently - and then I was sinking into a beautiful warmth.

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