Consequences

The Sleeper Has Awaken

Part 2

Journal entry: March 5, 2001 continued

Five minutes later I was seated next to Brian in his Jeep. Other than my name he had yet to say anything to me. I was beginning to think that the sleepwalker had returned and then Brian put on his turn signal and made a left turn into the parking lot of a hotel. I can't remember the name of it, but it's where my mother always talks about having her 20th anniversary party. It's one of the big old-fashioned hotels built during the hey day of the city.

"Come on." We walked through the lobby. I waited by the elevators as Brian picked up a key from the front desk. We rode to the 18th floor and entered Suite 1800. I asked why he rented a hotel room when his loft was so close. He told me it was a suite that his company kept for visiting clients.

The room was really cool. It was like being in an old English manor with lots of leather and tapestries. Then I saw the bed. It was a huge four-poster with spindles and carvings on the headboard.

That's when I heard it…a distant clink like ice hitting a glass, but different. I turned just as Brian was closing his briefcase and the handcuffs he had pulled from it were dangling from his left hand. I looked at the bed and the handcuffs and understood why here and not at his loft.

Brain walked slowly towards me. He had a slight smile on his face.   His eyes were unreadable.

I walked over and tried to kiss him. He kept me from his mouth. I tried to kiss his throat he again stopped me. Then I tried to kiss his newly exposed chest again I was stopped. Then he removed my school tie and used it to bind my mouth closed. He must of saw the question in my eyes-Why? As he tied the final knot he simply said "Consequences."

He undressed me then himself and pushed me back towards the bed. He slowly raised my arms and secured them above my head by placing the handcuffs through the spindle of the headboard and then on my wrist. He asked if they were too tight I shook my head no. Then the sweet torture began.

Brian began to kiss me literally from head to toe. Small feather light kisses. By the time he got to my throat the only thing I wanted was to be able to taste him to feel the hot hard flesh of his back with my hands with each lick, nip and kiss I pulled against by bonds I needed to touch him to taste him. My need was so strong I started to whimper. I had to touch him. I arched off the bed to increase my contact with him and felt the cool air of the room instead of the warmth of Brian's hard body. He smiled and said, "Consequences." Again I whimpered. By the time I felt Brian's mouth close over my now super heated and aching hard on I couldn't stop the tiny tears of frustration that had escaped my eyes from rolling down the side of my face nor the groan of ecstasy/ agony /frustration that escaped my bound lips. Brian hearing this again broke all contact checked to make sure that the handcuffs were not hurting me and said the word I had come to despise. "Consequences."

Slowly Brain raised my legs placing them on his shoulders and inserted first one lubed finger then another readying me for his ultimate procession. Finally he entered me his movements deliberate and agonizingly slow. As he broke through my barrier and we became one I wanted to pull him towards me only to feel the bite of metal against my wrist.

Brain is a master of control. His movements were slow at first with each stroke withdrawing all but the head of his glorious cock only to plunge back into me with a soul shattering deliberateness. But as his need mounted his movements although still deliberate became faster and harder pressing me further into the bed. Finally he reached down between us and began to stroke me. It didn't take long before I came. Just as I was pumping my hot sticky cum all over his hand and my belly Brian came with a groan that started deep within and seemed to ramble through his soul before finally reaching his throat.

Brain collapsed on top of me. With my breathing returning to normal I gently lowered my legs and once again pulled against my restraints wanting to touch him. Needing to touch him. This brought Brian back to reality and he rolled over onto his back depriving me once again of contact with his now sweat drenched skin. He reached onto the nightstand and retrieved the handcuff keys in his left hand and turned on his side and used his right hand to remove my tie from around my mouth. Dangling the keys above my face. He said repeat after me.

"I will not kiss or run my fingers through the hair of another man in front of Brian unless I want to suffer the `consequences'."

The End well sort of.

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