Page 89 of Primary Seduction
“No problem. What do you need help with?”
“Okay, this sub is new to the scene. He has a little experience on the light side of things but wants to try things a little…darker.”
“All right. What do you need me for?”
“Let’s go see.” Frederick walked in the door and held it open for Max.
He saw the sub lying naked, save for a harness, on his back on a bondage table, arms and ankles strapped to the side, knees bent and strapped in place exposing him, blindfold covering his eyes. The sub bit their lip, and he stared.No way.“What the hell?” He turned to Frederick. “What’s going on?”
Frederick smirked. “He asked for help, so here I am. Helping.” He walked over to the sub and whispered something in his ear, receiving a nod in return, then walked back to Max. “Enjoy. Oh, his safeword is Trish.” Frederick let himself out the room and closed the door behind him.
Max turned to stare at the vision in front of him. The vision of Trent laid out for his pleasure. It was more than he’d ever imagined. Hang on, how was he even allowed in here? He wasn’t a member. Never mind, question that later.
“Are you going to come over any time soon because the silence is starting to freak me out a little.” Trent’s voice was quiet, but Max could hear the tremor in it. They had done some things at home, little things to educate Trent in the whole lifestyle, so Max knew a little of what Trent liked and didn’t like. He had a few ideas of what he’d like to try here, where there were more toys to use.
He shook his head, holding back a chuckle, then smiled and put his Dom hat on. “I’m here.” He walked over to the table, leaning down beside him. “Are you sure about this, Trent? You don’t have to do this for me,” he whispered.
“I’m doing it for both of us.”
“All right. I’m going to do one thing first.” Max leaned over and kissed Trent with everything he had in him. “Thank you.”
“Thank me later.” Trent chuckled.
“Right, the rules. You may call me Sir. You only speak when I say you can, moans and groans are fine, but words are not. I want you to use red, yellow and green when I ask. Green means that everything is fine, and we can continue. Yellow means you are unsure. Red means you don’t like it. I know your safeword, so if you really don’t like what’s being done, use it and the scene will finish immediately. I will not be telling you what I am going to do but use the colours or your safeword if you wish; these words can be spoken freely at any time.” Max’s voice had taken on his usual Dom voice, and it filled him with a sense of pride that he could do this with Trent. He hoped Trent would like what he was thinking of doing. “Do you understand the rules?” This would be Trent’s first test.
Trent nodded. Max smiled as he passed the test. “All right then. Let’s begin.” He saw the tell-tale tension seep back into Trent’s body at those words, but Max hoped he could relax him again soon.
He walked over to the cupboard and selected a soft tailed flogger, used more as a tease than for pain, although it was possible. Max turned and walked back to the bed, laying the flogger next to Trent before reaching out to touch his ankles. The first contact made Trent jump before he settled again. Max slid his hands up and down his legs repeatedly, getting closer and closer to his cock, but never actually touching it. Max’s hands roamed higher across his abdomen and chest, avoiding his nipples. He kept his touch featherlight to increase the sensation, raising goosebumps along the way.
Max touched every inch of skin he could reach save for the two areas he knew Trent would want him most. Then he picked up the flogger. He held it above Trent’s stomach only letting the smallest amount touch him, making him flinch again, and let it smooth across his skin the same way his hands did. This time though, he didn’t avoid those areas. Every time it touched his nipples, Trent would arch up into it. When it slid across his cock, it would jerk as if reaching for more.
Tortured groans came from Trent’s throat as Max increased the pressure from the flogger. Not teasing as much now but bringing a lot more sensation to his body. He rested the whole of it against Trent’s cock, allowing him the freedom to thrust against it, knowing it would do nothing but heighten his arousal.
Throughout, he kept an eye on Trent’s face, reading the biting of his lips as to whether he was all right or not. At one point, Trent turned his head and mouthed his bicep, probably trying to keep in his words. He loved to hear Trent’s vocals usually, but he didn’t want to break the silence just yet.
He grabbed some of the tails of the flogger, and then wrapped his hand around Trent’s cock, not allowing him the full impact of his hands. He stroked up and down with them, seeing Trent move his hips in time and kept it up for a few minutes. Then he let go, to Trent’s groans of denial, dropped the flogger and grabbed his cock again. At the first touch, Trent’s cock jumped and leaked some precome, which Max used to slick his way. Every time he raised his hand to the top, he twisted, rubbing against the sensitive underside. Then he held still and used his thumb to rub against the nerves continually until Trent was thrusting against him erratically.
He let go.
Trent’s groans followed him as he left the bed and opened a drawer, finding a small vibrator. He returned to his previous position and took hold of Trent’s cock again. He began his torture once more, repeating what he’d done previously. This time though, when he had Trent flexing against his hand, he switched on the vibrator, making Trent’s body still and ran it up the inside of his thigh, so he could get used to the sensation. He didn’t stop there. He moved the vibrator higher, to the crease between his thighs and balls, then slowly across his balls, making Trent tremble. Then he smiled as he got to the base of his cock. Trent’s vocal pitch was increasing although he hadn’t heard words yet, he was pretty sure he would when he did this.
He held the vibrator against Trent’s cock and slowly ran it up the underside until he reached the nerves, where he held it for a moment to the increase of Trent’s moans, and then slid it down again. He did it again, holding it against the nerves for a little longer this time. Trent’s body trembled hard, though Max was unsure whether he was trying to get closer or further away. It didn’t matter because he couldn’t go anywhere, strapped as he was.
Max repeated this over and over again, each time holding it on the underside of his hood for longer until precome trickled out of his cock at a constant rate, and his body was tensed so hard, Max thought he’d break. Max lifted the vibrator off to a tortured groan. He was impressed by Trent’s refusal to talk; he was usually difficult to keep quiet.
“You’re doing well,” Max allowed. He knew exactly what he was going to do next. They had played top and bottom over the past few weeks, and Max knew that Trent enjoyed switching as much as he did. It had taken Trent a little while to get used to being fucked, so Max really wanted to drag out this climax. He wanted to make it last all night, but he didn’t thinkhe’dlast that long. He walked over to the side of the room, which held the larger toys, and quietly wheeled over a favourite of his: a fucking machine. He went back to the drawers and chose a dildo about the same size as Max himself, then attached it to the machine.
Standing next to Trent again, he began to stroke his cock, which although hadn’t lost all his hardness, needed a little tender loving care. Trent flinched as soon as Max touched him, probably not expecting the touch as Max hadn’t said a word. He reached forward to one of Trent’s nipples and pinched it, making him arch against the bindings. Max twisted his fingers a little, and Trent bit his lip as he jerked in place. He flipped open the bottle of lube that waited next to where they were and drizzled some over Trent’s hole. Trent jumped again, groaning slightly with Max’s hand movements.
Max rubbed the lube around his hole, pressing gently to begin the process of preparing him. By the time Trent was taking three of Max’s fingers, Trent moaned with every breath and bit his lip or arm. Max removed his fingers from Trent’s ass and opened the lube again, covering the dildo with plenty enough to make its entry easier. Then he pulled it closer.
“I have a present for you,” Max crooned as he let go of Trent’s cock, much to his denial. He checked the settings before placing it where it needed to be. He pushed it close enough that it began to breach Trent’s hole, even though Trent clenched. “It’s all right, relax for me, let it in.”
Max saw and heard Trent take a deep breath and let it out slowly before his hole relaxed and the dildo slipped in further. Trent’s groan echoed through the room. He let the dildo shallowly fuck Trent to relax him further, then when he did, pushed it further. Once it was able to go all the way, he pulled it back and positioned it properly.
“A little bit of noise now,” he warned him and switched it on. It was a gentle hum and squeak as the dildo began to move. Max adjusted it a little to make the most impact and watched as Trent took the dildo repeatedly. He had set it for alternate rhythms so Trent wouldn’t get used to one sensation, it would continually change in sequence. “Good, sub, you are taking that so good.” He watched for a little longer to make sure it was correct and wasn’t going to hurt Trent, then moved to his previous position at the side. He ran a finger along the underside of Trent’s cock, making him tense his muscles and groan more. Max smiled. It sounded like Trent was enjoying this.
He reached for the flogger again, dragging it softly over Trent’s inner thighs, then higher over his balls and cock, making Trent contort his lower body. He continued higher across his stomach, his nipples, his throat. Max knew from experience the softness of the flogger would highly sensitise Trent’s skin. He drew the flogger back down, lifting it off when he reached his nipples, then quickly flicked his wrist to hit them with the ends of it. Trent bowed off the table as far as he could, moans falling out of his mouth continually. Max repeated the action, then dragged the flogger down his skin again towards his groin. Lifting the flogger off Trent, he flicked it towards his balls and cock, making Trent jump, then Max soothed his skin again with the softness.
