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“You are a great-big pushy bottom, aren’t you? At least you’re flippin’ hot. Almost makes up for what I won’t get to do to you.”
“Sorry,” He shrugged, double-checking the locks on the hotel room door and tugging off his t-shirt, folding it before setting it on the desk chair. “But I was very clear about….”
“In a hurry?” Ethan, almost certainly not his real name, nodded curtly toward where he was already reaching for his zipper, and he stopped, shook his head. “Good. Keep it buttoned ‘til I say. Come here.”
He did, watching Ethan rummage through the duffel bag of toys searching for something mutually agreeable.
Ethan was a boatload better looking than hoped for on short notice, not that it really mattered; bright green eyes, sunlit-blond hair, maybe forty-five but taut, strong. He built and sold luxury yachts – small company, big profits.
“Why d’you care?” Ethan asked with a grin, and he could only shrug. He couldn’t verbalize that it was always more intense when he knew something about the person who was working him over.
“So I’m clear, a blindfold is okay by you but no ties, cuffs, paddles or crops? I mostly just get to use you rough, right? Is some humiliation okay? Verbal and physical?”
“Yeah,” He bit his own lip, felt himself blushing at the way the word came out; heavy, anticipation in it. Ethan heard it, too and smiled again.
“Perfect. Oh, how about these?” he caught the plastic bag full of half-sized clothespins Ethan tossed to him– plastic, a slick, dark green color and white ones. The springs on them felt… not loose. Not at all. An electric shot ran through his gut and straight through his balls at the thought of them pulling up his skin.
“I don’t know…”
“C’mon. I’ll make some pretty zippers all over that chest, along the inside of your thighs and low on your ass. Fuck me, but that’d be so gorgeous on you.”
“Okay.” Anticipation turned into a steady tingle, the shift in his breathing starting. “But if I say…”
“I know: Green, yellow, red. You won’t say red. I swear,” Ethan stepped in and ran his hands over him, reaching in to mouth at his neck and shit, that alone felt so good; lips, tongue, teeth on his skin. He’d gone too long…
“Yes, sir.”
“You can ‘yes, sir’ me all you like,” Ethan murmured in his ear. “I’m also a fan of ‘no,’ ‘stop’ and ‘please, don’t.’ Strip now, okay? Kneel on the center of the bed, hands behind your back. Gonna make this so good for you, Steven. I promise I’ll send you somewhere.”
“Fuck, yeah. Thank you, sir.”
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Ethan hadn’t lied. He was very skilled, and after some initial trouble sinking into a submissive place, Steve finally gave in. He’d forgotten how it felt, being lost in sensations he had no control over, being used like a breathing fuck toy for someone else’s pleasure.
It had seemed like hours- in the good way some things can feel like hours. He even managed to find the strange state he hadn’t reached in … forever, where his head felt light and dizzy and everything got so quiet. Then he remembered the long, low animal sounds he’d been making by the time Ethan fucked him, and he felt embarrassment color his face as he lay on the bed catching his breath, the blindfold still on.
“You didn’t need that much. Did you?” Ethan tugged it off for him, and flicked away a couple of stray clips he'd been laying on. “Poor thing. Hope I helped…”
They’d showered up separately, and by the time Steve got out of the bathroom Ethan was dressed and packing his duffel.
“Can I give you some unsolicited advice?”
“Sure,” Steve started searching up his clothes. “Why not.”
“I think you want to go much deeper with this than you ever will with a stranger. Do yourself a favor, okay? Get a regular dom, someone you can trust. It’ll do you a world of good – and you’ll be safer. You’re not naïve. You know it’s risky, strangers in bars.”
“Thanks,” Steve nodded, tugging on his pants. “I know. I may try. I … haven’t been home much lately, except for quick visits.”
“Moving back here?”
“Sort of. I just … suffered a loss. My dad.”
“Aw hell, sorry to hear that. Really I am.” Ethan looked it. “Wish I were here more than a few weeks at a time; I’m already jealous of the lucky bastard who’ll land you. Be safe, okay?”
“I will,” Steve watched him go, and shook his head as the door shut. Someone he could trust? Sure. If he hadn’t found him yet….
He was in the rental car minutes later, his mind and body calmer, clearer, knowing where he needed to go next: dad’s house. His house.
There was something there, had to be; a clue that would help make sense of things. He would dig through the whole place – attic to basement and the garage- ‘til he found it.
