Bound

Chapter 7

Brian

We walk into the front door of my house and towards the kitchen. Justin follows close behind me and I stop walking and let him bump into me. He scoffs and pushes me forward. I laugh and do it again. He walks into me and I turn and raise an eyebrow at him.

"What's got you so preoccupied?" I ask him, reaching out to touch his arm. He shakes his head and I watch his blue eyes move back and forth.

"Just thinking about something."

"About what?"

"What I want to do to you when we get over to my big empty house."

Wait a minute, that's…yes. That would be my dick getting hard. He has my interests peaked. I pull him into the kitchen, where my mom is sitting at the table reading mail.

"Brian. Hi kiddo," she says. "How-"

"Was school? School was great, marvelous. Justin says hi. He's fine too. So I'm going over to his house now and we're going to study the Pythagorean theorem and have cookies and milk and yeah okay bye!"

I grab Justin's hand and head for the door, my mother's laughter following us out onto the front lawn.

Justin

I slam my bedroom door and push Brian up against it roughly. I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him hard. It's rough and hot and before long I feel him tugging on my tie. I pull open his shirt and one of the buttons pops off and rolls across the floor. He pushes my blazer off of my shoulders and I unbutton my shirt carefully.

I lost all of my spare buttons.

We kick off our shoes and pull off our pants. Neither of us is wearing underwear.

We both leave our ties on.

I take a spare tie from my dresser and dangle it in front of Brian's face. He stares at it and then looks back at me. I smile and turn him around. He tenses as I slip the material over his eyes and tie it behind his head.

"This is new," he says softly. I slide my tongue up his spine and kiss him between his shoulder blades.

"Payback is a bitch." Then I bite him. He winces and I smile. "Stay."

"You've been having sex for three days and now you're a kinkmeister?" He asks me. There is laughter in his voice, and also a hint of nervousness.

I don't know what the fuck I'm doing, but I like the control. I see my backpack out of the corner of my eye and I fish out the object I know is still in there. I grin devilishly and extract the handcuffs.

I owe these handcuffs a lot. They brought us together. I take Brian's hand and lead him into my walk in closet. I take all the clothes off of the far rack and toss them in the corner.

"Hold out your hands." He gulps and complies. I snap the handcuffs around one wrist and he gasps. I bring his arm up and press his back against the wall. I thread the cuffs around the bar and bring his other arm up, snapping them in place. I stare at him, handcuffed and blindfolded, naked with the exception of his private school tie. He looks so fucking hot.

I've never been harder.

I lick my lips and stare at his body. I study every muscle and every ripple. His cock is hard, pre cum bubbling from his slit. I lean down and lick it off, his slight moan going straight to my dick.

"So this is my punishment for my math class hand job?" He asks, biting on his bottom lip. I run my hand from his hip up his side and then over to his nipple. I flick it.

"Uh huh," I whisper. I don't think I can focus. I lean down and take his nipple between my teeth. He whimpers and I bite harder, feeling myself start to leak.

I start tracing his ribs with my tongue, stopping to leave hickeys and bite marks on his golden skin. He's moaning louder now, his beautiful cock reaching up towards his stomach.

My lips are covered in spit as I return them to his nipple. I bite and suck while letting my fingers dance across his sac, barely applying any pressure.

"Oh god, Justin," he pants. I get on my tiptoes and bite his earlobe. Fuck him for being so tall. I lick his lips and breathe against them.

"Oh god Justin what?" I ask cheekily, tracing his lips with my tongue. I watch with rapt fascination as his mouth opens wider, trying to tempt me in. It almost works.

"Fuck," he breathes out. I bite his bottom lip and tug on it.

"What do you want?" I ask in a low, husky voice. "Do you want me to suck your cock?"

He nods. I keep talking, my wet lips moving against his jaw.

"Do you want me to lick that vein on the underside? Your cock twitches when I do that. When I flick my tongue across the bundle of nerves under the head you moan…always." To prove my point I squeeze the head of his cock between my thumb and forefinger. I press against the bundle of nerves with my thumb and he grunts, trying so hard to prove me wrong. I lean down and slide my tongue across his slit, digging the tip inside of it. He gives in and lets me hear his moan.

What a good boy.

"I love sucking your dick," I continue, barely above a whisper. I stand back up and whisper against his jaw. "I love feeling it pulse against my tongue. It's so thick, and so long." I'm stroking him as I talk, watching him as he bites his lip and tries so hard not to let me know how much I am affecting him.

I cup his balls and roll them between my fingers and palm. I get down on my knees, his dick just inches from my mouth.

"You know how fucking beautiful your dick is." I hear him take in a deep breath when he realizes my voice is now coming from somewhere near his crotch. I continue stroking him, using his own juices as lubrication. "You know what else I love?"

"Tell me," he breathes out, curling his hands into fists. I run my tongue along his shaft and place wet, open-mouthed kisses on his balls.

"I love the way your dick feels buried in my tight little ass." I take the head of his cock in my mouth and suck lightly. He moans and I hear the handcuffs clank against the bar. He wants to grab the back of my head. Too bad.

I tug on his tie as I take him deeper into my mouth, letting him slide along my broad tongue. He thrusts his hips forward and I pull away, slapping his hip.

"Bad boy." I grab his hips and push him against the wall, pinning him in place. I take his hard member back in my mouth, running my tongue all over his cock, teasing the shit out of him.

"Justin, please." I look up at him and smile. I pull away and suck on my fingers, coating them in spit. I pull the blindfold from his eyes and watch him squint against the dim light. I smile when his eyes lock on my hand as I slowly pump my fist up and down my stiff cock. He licks his lips and I speed up.

His eyes never leave my cock. I pump faster and moan as I near release. I aim for his belly button.

He moans as I cum, splattering his abdomen with my pearly spunk. My mouth falls open as I watch it cling to his skin. My eyes are fixed on the sight. It's so fucking hot and so dirty. It's even dirtier when I drop to my knees and suck it from his skin.

I gather my cum in my mouth and stand up, feeding it to him with my tongue. Sticky ropes of cum and spit connect our lips together before I thrust my tongue into his mouth and kiss him for a good ten minutes.

His cock bumps my hip and I suddenly fell terrible for keeping him waiting so long.

Brian

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

I think I might die. Seriously. If this hot blond little ball of wonderful doesn't have some mercy on me soon I'm going to explode all over his pile of Old Navy.

I don't want him to stop kissing me like this, though. I'm so conflicted.

I grind against him, feeling him get hard again almost instantly. I feel my lips swell and my wrists go numb. Just when I think I can't take it for one…more…second, I feel his tongue travel down my body. He stops and rims my navel. I jerk my hips up and leave a trail of sticky pre cum on his jaw.

He takes my cock in his mouth and relaxes his throat, swallowing me whole. He hums and my whole world goes black.

I shoot so hard and so much that for a brief moment I'm afraid of choking him. My eyes stay on his gorgeous face and slutty lips as he licks my cum from them like a kitten lapping up cream.

"That was fucking hot," I tell him. I'm a firm believer in giving credit where credit is due. "Now how about unlocking these cuffs so I can plow that tight little ass of yours."

He smiles that smile that makes me feel like a lesbian and tell him I love him. But now is not the time for that.

Now is the time to fuck him harder than I ever have and see if he can take it as good as he gives it.

He kisses me as he unlocks the cuffs.

"Keep those, they might come in handy someday." I give me a wicked smile and another quick peck on the lips.

Damn was I right on that one. He takes my hands and kisses my wrists. Both have prominent red marks that I know will turn into bruises. I take the tie that served as my blindfold and the one from around my neck and smirk at him. He looks up at me with eyes full of wonder and I raise my eyebrow.

"Bed. Now."

I've never seen the boy move so fast.

"Lay down," I command him in a calm, even tone. He crawls onto the bed and lies on his back. "Arms up." He reluctantly lifts his arms and I crawl onto the bed, using our ties to secure each wrist to it's own bedpost.

I stare at him, all tied up and bound just for me. I want to take pictures of his hands tied up with our school ties and leave them on the principal's desk.

This image is so precious, so beautiful. I allow myself to stare blatantly at him for a few moments before I take action.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard," I tell him as I put on a condom. I push his legs up and he gulps. "You'll be able to feel me for a week. You ready for that?"

He nods and I smile. I put his legs over my shoulders as I position myself. His eyes widen. He thinks I'm not going to use any lube. I press the head of my cock against his hole and rub it up and down, just to scare him.

He looks so relieved when I grab the lube that I have to kiss him before I squirt it right up his ass. He winces and I sink into his ass hard and fast. He screams and arches off of the bed.

"Shh." I run my hands down his arms and lick his jaw. "You are so fucking tight. You're like a velvet vice around my dick."

I pull out and push back in, watching his lips rapidly open and close silently. I let my head fall back as I begin moving in a steady rhythm. I pull out of him and push back in hard, over and over and over.

His leg falls off of my shoulder and I put it back up, watching as sweat forms on his skin. I pump harder and watch his mouth as he moans.

"Brian! Fuck. Yes. Oh god." He's so vocal. I love it. His leg falls again and I put it back and hold it there.

"Leave it there." I grab his hips and pound his ass so hard. He moans and babbles unintelligibly. I lose myself in the sensations as we move together, so perfectly you'd think it was choreographed.

"Fuck Brian. I want to touch you. Please let me touch you." I reach up and loosen his hands, never slowing in my thrusts. His hands go to my chest immediately, pinching my nipples and squeezing my shoulders. His cock is like steel between our stomachs but I refuse to touch it.

He'll cum from my dick in his ass or he won't cum at all.

I angle my hips and thrust against his prostate so hard he screams. I lick the sweat from the dip in his upper lip and kiss him hard as I continue to hit his prostate with the head of my cock. He moans into my mouth and I eat them up, swallowing and savoring each one.

He reaches for his dick but I slap his hand hard. "Don't fucking touch it," I growl. He nods and chooses to thread his fingers into my damp hair instead. I kiss, bite, and suck on his lips and then move to his collarbone; leaving a hickey only I'll be able to see.

I hit his prostate hard again and he shoots all over my chest and his. I watch his face twist into an expression of orgasmic bliss. That look sends me over the edge and I cum hard, filling the condom until it spills out over my balls.

I collapse on top of him and bury my face in his neck, breathing hard. He crosses his legs around me, heels resting on my ass. We both take so long to regain our breath that I wonder if we'll ever breathe right again.

"There are no words to express how fucking amazing that was," I pant into Justin's neck, tasting his sweat on my lips. He grabs my face and kisses me hard.

Little fucker, let me regain my breath only to take it away again.

I hold the end of the condom as I slip out of him. I throw it on the floor and pull him against me. He tucks his head under my chin and I stroke his hair, kissing his forehead.

He kisses the hollow of my throat and I know he will always take my breath away.

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