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Jerry had thought through several options for how to make this work. Leaving the garment on the bed for Alec to find. Putting it in the kind of fancy boxes they used at the high-end department stores, though it certainly wasn't the kind of thing you could purchase there. Getting Alec all worked up, then making him stop and put it on instead of spending. But in the end, Jerry went with the simplest method. He let out the wolf, got Alec hard and trembling from nothing but a kiss and a few harsh words, and then he said, "Clothes off. I have something else for you to wear."
Sensing his mood, Alec stripped efficiently and left his clothes folded on a chair. Naked and hard, a golden portrait of beauty, and Jerry let all his covetousness show as he pulled his present out of a satchel. Alec's eyes went gratifyingly round and his prick twitched.
Jerry knelt at his feet and tapped Alec's left ankle. Alec lifted it, and Jerry slid one opening of the drawers over his leg. Then the other one. Then he raised them slowly up Alec's calves, his thighs, letting him feel the drag of the fine silk. The lace at the edge caught, erratically, at the fine blond hairs that covered his legs. Then all the way up and over his cock. Alec was breathing harsher, deeper, the way he did when he was powerfully aroused. Jerry walked behind him to fasten the little pearl buttons at the back.
Finally, he stepped back again to take stock. Alec's hands were twitching at his sides, the effort of staying still wearing on him more than it usually did after all the practice they'd had. There was already a damp spot at the head of his rampant prick. The drawers were close-fitting, very short, from a specialty shop. Women's drawers, but the feel of them had Alec looking like that, and Jerry knew he'd made a good choice.
"Touch yourself," Jerry said. Alec jumped to obey, starting to push the waistband down, and Jerry added, "Don't take them off."
Alec shuddered and cupped his hand around his silk-clad erection. His mouth fell open at the sensation, pink tongue lying soft and ready just inside his lip. Jerry didn't kiss him yet. Alec's hand moved up and down, and Jerry reached out and rucked the silk and lace up his thigh and back down, cupped his smooth buttocks and then his balls, let Alec feel the silk all around him, between him and Jerry's touch.
"You like this."
Alec nodded quickly.
"You look lovely like this, my little plaything. All wrapped up in silk, just for me."
Alec's hand moved faster.
"Do you think you can come like this?"
"Yes," Alec said.
"Do that."
Jerry stalked around Alec as he worked his prick, frustrated by silk, but obviously not enough to prevent him reaching completion. He looked lovely, flushed pink all down his chest until it ended abruptly at a line of lace-edged white. His face was pinched tight in arousal and that constant, delicious, straining desire to be perfect for Jerry. As if he could be anything else.
When he was getting close, rocking up unconsciously onto his toes, riding his hand, breathing harshly, Jerry stepped up behind him and breathed, "Stop."
Alec jerked his hand away satisfyingly fast. He panted. Jerry looked over his shoulder and watched his prick twitching in its silk shroud. He let out the well-practised Satanic grin that he knew Alec loved, came around to Alec's front, and allowed himself one long, desperate kiss, only marred by the fact that he couldn't press their bodies together or Alec would come, and Jerry wasn't ready for him to do that yet.
The interrupted climax seemed to have pushed Alec into the place where he was silent and obedient, ready for Jerry's darkest desires. And who was Jerry to deny him?
Jerry had silk scarves to go with the drawers that were so softly outlining the curves of Alec's arse. He made Alec bend over his drawing table and turn his head to the side, then tied a scarf round his other wrist. The quiet but very heartfelt moan that Alec let out at the feel of it was more than Jerry could have asked for. He drew Alec's arm close to the table leg and bound it there.
When he walked to the other side of the table, Alec's blue eyes were half-closed, barely focused. Jerry was once again caught between cursing and thanking all the men who'd had Alec before: cursing them for how they'd treated him, thanking them that they'd not known what they had so Jerry could have it instead. His greatest theft. He tied Alec's other wrist to the opposite table leg, far enough apart that he could see just a hint of tension in the set of Alec's shoulders. But none in his expression.
That trust. It felt almost as good as Alec's body would.
Not that he was having that yet. He picked up the last object from his satchel. It was surprisingly realistic, if small, with a delicately carved head and a smooth shaft. He oiled it, then loosened the buttons and pulled the silk down over Alec's arse--Alec let out a whimper as the fabric shifted against his straining cock, only barely pulled back from the edge--and slipped it inside his body. Alec shifted his thighs further apart, giving room, and his head moved like he was trying to see Jerry's face.
It was easy to aim the thing so it was hitting Alec where he needed it. Before long Alec was riding back against the pressure, little movements he couldn't seem to help. "Do I need to tie your ankles too?" Jerry said.
"No," Alec said quickly. The muscles in his thighs tensed: he meant it.
"I suppose you like this, then," Jerry said, punctuating it with a firm thrust.
"No," Alec yelped.
"No? You don't like what I'm giving you? I don't have to give it to you, you know. Do you think I'm getting anything out of this?"
"N--no..."
He was right to be uncertain. "So why am I doing it, then?"
Silence.
"I asked you a question." The slide of the object was getting easier, Alec's body adapting to the penetration. "Why am I doing something that gives pleasure to you, but not to me?"
"I don't know," Alec said desperately.
He wanted to be in that mindset where he didn't talk, Jerry knew that. Jerry was going to keep stretching this out anyway, so it was all the sweeter when he let Alec go. "Because I like it when you're desperate for me. Are you?"
Quickly, Alec said, "Yes!"
"Are you really?"
"Yes!"
"How do I know?" The effect of this was so electrifying it almost was like fucking Alec.
"Please!" Alec burst out. "Please can I have your cock, please, please will you fuck me!" Jerry's own piece gave a pulse at those words in that voice. He stepped back from Alec's body, leaving the fake cock inside him. "God, fuck, please--" Alec panted as Jerry oiled himself. He slid the object out and himself in with hardly a moment for Alec to relax in between. "Oh God!" Alec moaned, deeper, as Jerry took him.
"Not a word out of you," Jerry said, knowing it was permission more than it was an order, and Alec gasped and went limp on the desk. The sound of their bodies slapping together was loud in the room as Jerry fucked him hard and steady. The desk rattled on the floor. Alec's body clenched around him and relaxed, clenched and relaxed, a reaction that felt instinctual. "My little plaything," Jerry said. "My pliant little bit of stuff. I can do anything to you and you'll love it." Alec didn't move, but he shivered. "I didn't even need to tie you up, did I? You'd just lie here and take me. Although you look absolutely delicious in silk. Dressed up for me. Spread out and fucked--"
Alec let out a tiny groan that Jerry recognized instantly. He shoved his hand around to Alec's groin to cup his cock through the smooth, soft silk, drawing out the last pulses of the release that had started just from Jerry's words and Jerry's cock in his arse. The silk was wet with spend under his fingers. It was so arousing it made Jerry feel like the top of his skull was coming off. He fucked hard into Alec's trembling, oversensitized body, listening to the little cut-off whimpers Alec made, but not complaints--never complaints--until he pushed deep and came in hot pulses.
By that point, Alec was so wrung out that he was almost hanging off the silk scarves around his wrists, so Jerry made quick work of the cleanup and untied him as fast as he could. He drew Alec over to the bed and held him while he shook off the last of the mood that took him when they fucked like that. At last, Alec leant up for a kiss, and Jerry let that do the speaking for both of them.
"I don't think I'll be able to come again for a week," Alec finally said, muffled against Jerry's shoulder. Jerry kissed the top of his head. "I had no idea that would feel like that."
"Nor did I," Jerry said. "I just wanted to see you in them."
Alec groaned. "Ugh, stop. I don't want to get hard again. I'm tired."
Jerry laughed. "In any case, you've ruined these--"
"I've ruined them?"
"--but fortunately for you, I bought an assortment."
There was a small silence. "You're going to make me wear them under my clothes, aren't you."
Jerry looked down at Alec and waited until he looked back so he could experience the full force of Jerry's evil grin. "Make you?" he said. "Am I going to have to make you?"
Alec returned a small, wicked smile of his own and said, "Well, I'd appreciate it if you tried..."