Power Play

I looked over at the man next to me, he was sitting there, fingers drumming slightly on the door. I grinned, my own fingers drumming on the wheel out of sheer nerves. It's not as if he could see my grin though, he's trapped in his own little world of darkness, the blindfold carefully covering his eyes. I pull up in front of the house, double checking the address.

I find the key left where it was said it would be, and shove him roughly into the house, amazed at how downright normal the living room looked. I led him down to the basement and found myself in a different world. The living room had been decorated sparse but nice, so that anyone who dared peak in would expect nothing wrong with the place, and anyone who dared to break in would find nothing worth their value.

It was inside the basement however, that all the airs were dropped and the real purpose of the place was found. I had heard about the place from a friend. I had been out to lunch and he couldn't help but notice the lawyer's distraction every time a certain waitress happened to walk by. I had teased him about it, to which he merely grinned.

“Ah, Garret, you don't know the half of it.”

“So in other words you're banging her brains out behind your wife's back?” He shook his head.

“There are certain-things-that June is just not willing to do.” That had piqued my interest somewhat and the man laughed. “Why, you have someone in mind that doesn't mind whips and chains?” I was pretty sure the faint tinge of red the crossed my face what was caused the other man to laugh outright. “Tell you what, I know this place...” And the man had gone on to tell me the address and where to find the key.

And here I was, standing at the bottom of the stairs, with him in front of me. He had no clue of where we were, just someplace different. And I could tell it was arousing him, the front of his pants were stretched very tight and I fought back a grin. The sight of everything in front of me was amazing. It felt as if I had stepped onto the set of a bad porn movie. There were so many toys to behold.

I licked my lips in anticipation as I debated what to try first. This was so much better than a dingy motel room. And finally he could pay for his attempt at a coup. He was still slightly off balance, I was nearly certain he was thinking that this could very well be a romantic outing. Little did he know.

I grabbed him from behind, undoing his pants and pulling them down along with his boxers, leaning him across a wooden bench, pulling his shirt off of him as well. I grin as I pulled down the ropes that were left there solely for this purpose. I grin as he attempts to test his bonds, but I knew enough to tie him in well. There are ties on the legs of the bench as well, obviously I was not the first to think of this use for the piece of furniture.

I stand there, admiring him like an artist admires a statue, before my hand reached out and did that first hard smack, causing him to yelp in pain. I grinned and looked around, amazed at the assortment of whips hanging on a wall. I've never been fond of toys, but there was something about this place, it was a one time thing, something fun to to try for the hell of it, nothing else.

I grabbed one and trailed it across back lightly, enjoying the shiver that I got in response before I cocked my wrist back and swung it forward again. He screamed again and again as I continued the assault. I enjoyed the color i was getting, a nice dark red as the blood rose up to help heal the flesh.

I stopped, running one hand across the warm skin, enjoying the reaction with a smirk. I looked around the room, seeing what else was in there to play with. Plenty of rope and I began to think of the possibilities for that. An assortment of other toys, what one would expect to by in a porn store, vibrators and the like were on the wall along with the ropes and whips, A bed took up another wall, and the last two were occupied by things that could only be defined as torture devices. A slow grin crept across my face.

I grabbed one of the lengths of rope. I may not have been the most experienced, but i knew what I had seen, and there were some interesting possibilities playing in my brain. I tied one end around his neck, bending his head forward, making sure to leave it fairly loose, loose enough not to choke him no matter how much he would squirm and ran the other end down his body, wrapping it around and around the hard length.

I heard him groan as I touched him and curse as I pulled that side tight, leaving him there, grinning. If he tried to lean his head back, it would pull on him, hurt him, so he was stuck, trying to let his neck muscles endure the pain. I tied his hands behind his back, looping them up towards his head as I passed the rope through a ring in the ceiling, the position looked incredibly uncomfortable, but as soon as he began to complain a sharp smack shut him up.

Oh yes, he was paying wonderfully for what he had done. I undo my own pants, relieved to not be pressing hard against them. He was starting to struggle now, the muscles in his neck tiring as he yearned to relax them back to their normal position. But each time he moved he pulled back on the sensitive flesh, causing him to yelp with pain. I watched, bemused as the whole thing seemed to make him more and more aroused.

It must have been a good twenty minutes before he seemed to be right on the edge, and so with a swift motion I easily undid the knot around his neck, leaving the other one still tied, and I removed the rope from the ring above his head, leaving his arms still tied, forcing him down by the shoulders to his knees in front of me as I all but forced myself into his mouth.

He complied, silently, as he always did. He learned from the last time that I had punished him that speaking would only be more painful. If nothing else, the boy was a quick study. He knew when to stop, what lines were not to be crossed, but usually after he crossed them once and had to be punished for his indiscretions.

I fought to keep my breathing calm and even. If there was one thing that the boy could do, it was this. His lips and tongue just felt so good as they worked me closer and closer to the edge. And the sight of him, blindfolded kneeling before me, taking me deep into his mouth nearly pushed me over the edge. I fought hard not to though, I was going to make him work.

He could tell I was close though, and kept trying to pull me over the edge, and I kept resisting. It was torture for me, torture that was oh so sweet. But I couldn't take it anymore as he swallowed me, I could feel myself in the soft velvet of his throat and I came hard, he didn't move until I had stopped spasming inside of him though, and then he pulled back away from me.

I looked down at him, and around the room, thinking of what other wonderful torments I could use on him. I looked at the wall with all the toys on it. There was no point in the dildos, it wouldn't take that long for me to recover, there was something about him that had me up and willing withing minutes instead of hours.

Some of the other toys looked interesting though. I looked over them with a careful eye. But they would have a better use later. I nearly tripped over the small hook in the floor, and I smirked, tying off the other end of the rope that was around him tightly to the hook in the floor, tying the one around his arms to another hook behind him, forcing him into an uncomfortable looking backbend.

I grabbed a switch off of the rack on the wall of toys and hit him hard with it, enjoying the red mark it produced across his chest. Another sharp smack lower down, and as I got closer and closer the marks got softer, until I toyed with it almost idly, enjoying his screams and groans as it barely hurt him, but severely affected him. “Please-” He moaned and I chuckled low in my throat.

“Not this time detective, your little attempt at gaining power needs to be punished.” My voice is soft, gentle, almost like a lovers, and it sends shivers down his spine. I grinned as I toyed with him, bringing him to the edge and backing away, he was so close and I kept teasing. No matter how much he begged, he was going to get no release. More tortuous than anything else I was doing.

The sight of him there, exposed, unable to move had gotten back whatever I had lost. I grinned as his yelps and moans began to bore me, and with easy hands hand him untied from the floor and back over the wooden bench. He groaned as I all but threw him into it. I gave him a sharp slap as I reached for the bottle that stood with all the toys. There was no point in hurting myself either. There were times when that didn't matter, but it there.

He shivered beneath the cold liquid and I grinned before thrusting hard into him, giving him no time to adjust before starting into a rhythm. I felt him starting to rock against the bench and i shoved him further into it, stopping him from moving at all. He was being ground into the hard wood with each stroke and he whimpered each time I thrust inside of him.

I stopped as I felt myself getting close though, pulling back, leaving him begging for more. He was begging me to let him cum, but I wasn't going to let him. “Please, keep it up, please-” He begged and I grinned an evil grin, not caring that he couldn't see it. I pulled him up roughly and untied his hands. Immediately, his arms were looking for me, begging me to do something to relieve the pressure before one hand strayed down to grab himself.

I ripped it away forcefully. “You're not going to cum until I say you can.” I growl into his ear, giving him yet another hard slap. I jerk hard on the rope that's tied around him and he whimpers again. I lead him over to the bed, gently teasing him with the rope, bringing him right to the edge and back down again.

I can barely stand it, I'm harder than usual, it feels as if there's not a drop of blood anywhere else in my body and eventually I cant stand it anymore and drag him up on his knees, poising before him, thrusting into him. He groans as I change the angle, giving him the least amount of pleasure possible. “I'll do anything, please, please, just let me-”

I chuckle at his pathetic cries, building my release, occasionally brushing that one oh so sensitive spot inside of him causing him to groan and squirm as I hold him off. I keep going until I'm ready to snap and force myself to keep on going, holding off until the last possible second, before I thrust hard into him, as deep as i can go and freezing inside of him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.

I lay there for a long minute, spent, recovering at the very least part of my energy before I untie him. He looks at me expectantly, but I'm already pulling my own clothes back on. I pull his sweater over his head and all but shove him back into his clothes and he whimpers slightly. “I told you you'd be punished.” I hiss as I walk back out to the car, leaving the key where I had left it, waiting until we were back near his apartment to remove the blindfold, all but forcing him out of my car as I sped off, leaving him behind.