Page 35 of Julian Shared
He’s put a pair of leather cuffs around my wrists. I test them out and try to bring my hands back down to my side, but I stop when I realize I can’t pull my hands away from each other. There’s a chain there.
Somehow, I don’t know how it’s even possible, but I get harder. The full reality of my situation crashes down on me. I’ve been stripped naked and my hole is fully prepped.
I’m blindfolded. Cuffed. Exposed and put on display, laid out like an offering.
I’m…helpless.
All I can do is place my trust in Joel. He’ll take care of me. He’ll protect me. He’s my partner and my husband. My lover. The one and only love of my life.
It’s thrilling.
This is everything I never knew I wanted, and now that’s happening to me, I feel like such a fool for not realizing it sooner. But that feeling doesn’t last for long. That moment of levity is torn away as the first man of the night steps up to the edge and grasps my calves.
The whole room goes silent.
“Go on,” Joel encourages with a harsh purr, “my boy wants it. Stick your cock in there and fuck him.”
And then…and then it’s finally, really happening. I shake and shudder as I’m speared by someone who isn’t my husband. A wetcry escapes my mouth as the cock fills me and other hands reach out for me.
The man fucking me keeps hold of my calves as he begins to rut inside me, but other pairs of hands find me as well. Pin my hands above my head. Pinch my nipples. I’m held down and kept open, my submission put under a spotlight even if blackness is the only thing I can see.
Where’s Joel?
I don’t know anymore. I can’t see him or hear him. And I can’t feel him either. The other hands touching me, teasing and tormenting, have gun-callouses and scars, but they’re not him.
All I know is that I’m getting fucked.
And this is just the beginning of what’s going to be a very long and very hard play session.
“Oh!” I gasp. “Ah, fuck. Please, ah!”
“There we go, that’s it. Take it, slut. Enjoy your first cock of the night. Fuck! Lucky me getting to have you first. Been a long time since we had any fresh hot twinks on the market.”
Oh. Oh fuck.
The real thing is much better than the fantasy of it. Or the playacting with the dildos. I’m flushed and hot all over, already sweating and crying as all control is taken from me. But only because I consented, only because I willingly walked into this and gave everything up.
And yet somehow, I’ve never felt more free.
I don’t try to quiet myself or control my expression. I don’t care about anything. I don’t need to be perfect.
All I have to do is lay there and take it.
A slutty hole. That’s all I am.
I know this is only a wicked and wild fantasy, but I lose myself in the sensation of having lost all choice and control. The cock pounds in and out of me easily. There’s no pain and no discomfort, only a pleasant feeling of being stuffed full and fucked into submission.
“Please,” I beg and once I’m begging for dick I can’t stop, “please, fuck me.”
He gives me exactly what I want. My legs are shoved apart wide enough that I begin to feel a burn in my thighs as the man really starts to pound in and out of my hole.
“Yeah, love it, don’t you? Bet you been wanting this for a long time. Hoping and praying your man would start slutting your ass out.”
I can’t even admit it. The only thing I can do is make little hopeless sounds of pleasure. Both of my nipples are being twisted and pinched as I’m fucked. Someone even has their hands in my hair. All those points of contact keep me pinned in place while my hole is being used.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” the man fucking me groans.
“About time,” a different man grumbles.
