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Felix focuses on his breathing. With a cloth tied securely around his eyes, he feels like he’s drifting in an empty void, aware of soft sounds around him that he can’t place. He squirms in his seat, the wood of the chair rough on his bare back and ass. Bonds hold him fast, each ankle strapped to a round wooden leg, wrists bound behind him tight enough that his shoulders ache. His squirming makes the thick plug inside him prod a little deeper, and a groan is muffled by the gag in his mouth.
He nearly jumps out his skin when a soft touch comes to rest against his cheek. His heart pounds so furiously, he can feel it in his throat, and tries to swallow it down. Two fingers, twin points covered in smooth rubber, tap thrice on on his skin. Felix snaps his fingers three times in response.
The blindfold is unceremoniously yanked off and the game begins.
Felix expects a moment of blindness at the sudden flood of light, but as he blinks, he finds the room is softly lit by the glow of dozens of white candles. It might be romantic, if he weren’t tied to a chair. Scattered around the room – spread across the floor, taped to the walls – Felix sees photos of himself, each of them candids of him doing mundane things, seemingly unaware of the fact he was being photographed. Some are blurry, like they were hastily taken; others are crystal clear with Felix artfully framed in a perfect shot. In most, he’s doing mundane things, like checking the mail or meandering down the isles of the local grocery store. Others show Felix in more suggestive situations, half dressed inside his own home… taken through the windows, he realizes.
He doesn’t have much time to look at them or process their meaning before a firm grip on his chin forces his gaze up. To the man standing over him, with fiery, artfully tousled hair and dark honey eyes that smolder in the low candlelight. He’s dressed in a clean, pressed white dress shirt with a few buttons popped to reveal a broad chest and the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows; a pair of crisp black slacks; and black polished shoes. But, more bizarre are the black latex gloves and black paper mask that hides the lower half of his mouth.
“Admiring my work, beautiful?” he muses, his voice ever so slightly muffled by the mask. His thumb strokes Felix’s chin. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He bends down, leaning in close. There’s nothing but affection and admiration in his eyes. “I’ve waited so long for this, sweetheart.”
Felix blinks at him, breaths coming out in ragged puffs when the redhead’s hands drop to his chest, lightly tracing the sharp lines there and teasing over his nipples. He gasps when gloved fingers pinch them sharply, squirming again, the plug driving itself deeper.
“You’re such a fucking tease, you know that?” he continues, voice taking a sharper edge, accusatory. “Don’t you know what you do to me? When I was plugging you up, I wanted nothing more than to fuck you right then and there.” He punctuates his words with a twist of Felix’s nipple that’s borderline painful, drawing a gasp from the captive. His honey eyelids flutter closed as he muses. “I know you’re going to feel divine around my cock… But I’m a patient man.” His hands fall away, leaving Felix breathless, and he straightens, looking down over Felix. There’s a smile in his eyes.
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re already getting hard for me.” Felix glances down, surprised by own body’s immediate reaction. More than that, he’s been unconsciously grinding down on the plug. “Don’t worry, I’m going to make you feel so good, baby. But you have to be patient too.” He pats Felix gently on the cheek. “Can you do that for me, beautiful?” Swallowing hard, Felix nods.
“I’m going to take this off now,” he murmurs, thumbing at the gag in Felix’s mouth. “You have to be good for me, Felix. Promise me you won’t go yelling or try to bite me as soon, okay?” Numbly, Felix nods again. The gag is pulled free and Felix works his sore jaw. A glass of water appears in front of him, and he gulps it down greedily, dribbles of it running down his chin. He’s gasping by the time he’s drained the glass.
The redhead sets the glass aside. “Where did you get all the photos?” he sputters out, because he clearly has his priorities straight.
The man strokes his hair. “Beautiful, aren’t they? I’ve been building my little collection for quite some time.” Two thick fingers shove past Felix’s lips, pushing down his tongue with the unpleasant taste of latex. “I’m so happy I finally get to share it with you.” The fingers thrust lazily in and out. “Don’t make me do all the work, sweetheart,” he chides. “Suck.”
Felix’s lips wrap around his gloved fingers and, looking up at the redhead from under his lashes, he sucks on the digits. They thrust deeper into his mouth, threatening to make Felix gag on them. Meanwhile, the man’s other hand returns to their assault on Felix’s nipples, pinching and twisting just short of being uncomfortably painful.
The fingers in his mouth withdraw abruptly, and he wipes the spit-slick latex dry in Felix’s hair. “You got really into that, sweetheart,” he coos, stepping back to unbutton his pants. “How about we try the real thing, yeah?”
He pulls his cock free, half-hard already, and gives it a few languid strokes. Sitting in the chair, Felix is about a head above the man’s crotch. He’s still stroking it when he comes to stand beside the, resting his free hand on the top of Felix’s head. Gloved fingers tighten into the roots of his hand and yank Felix down. His shoulder protest against the strain of being stretched, but Felix’s lips bump the flushed head of the redhead’s cock.
The man wastes no time pushing past his captive’s lips, forcing them to stretch wide to accommodate his girth. Slowly, it sinks further and further into Felix’s mouth, into the back of his throat, until Felix’s nose press into a tangle of fiery curls. He struggles for breath around the intrusion.
With no further ado, the man starts thrusting sharply. Felix groans as his mouth is used, forcing his throat to relax and accept the rough treatment by sheer force of will.
“You know, you’re really good at sucking dick, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice thick with exertion and pleasure. “That shouldn’t surprise me. I know how much of a little whore you are.” His grip tightens in Felix’s hair. “You might act like you’re tough shit, but deep down, you’re just a desperate cockslut, aren’t you? So eager to get used and filled, you’re hard for the man who takes pictures from your windows and tied you to a chair.”
He pulls his cock free, leaving Felix gasping for air, and yanks hard on his hair. “Don’t worry, I’d never leave you wanting, beautiful.” He smiles down at Felix, still drinking in lungfuls of air like a fish out of water. “Now, what do you say?”
“Th-thank y-you,” he manages to sputter out.
The man’s eyes smile, molten honey swimming, and he crouches down between Felix’s thighs. He runs his hands reverently over his skin, thumbs dipping into the crease where his legs frame his hard cock. Felix whimpers, biting his lip. Feather-light touches trace his balls and ghost up his shaft along the bulbous vain on the bottom. A fingertip swirls around the head, smearing the clear beads of precum that glisten in the candlelight.
The redhead holds up his hand to inspect the gathered mess. With what Felix pictures must be a coy smile, he presents his finger to the captive, cocking his head with pointed expectation. Feeling his cheeks burn, Felix dips his head and laps his own precum off his captors glove. When the finger withdraws, the redhead cocks an eyebrow. “Thank you,” Felix murmurs, gaze casting down.
“Good boy.”
The man returns his attention to Felix’s cock. He wraps a hand around it, and pumps it unhurriedly, the lack of anything slick to ease the friction making the latex drag uncomfortably. With his other hand, the man thumbs Felix’s ass cheeks apart, eyes dropping to admire the thick plug he’d placed there. He teases at the base, making it shift inside him.
“I think I could finger your greedy little hole forever,” he muses with a wistful sigh. “It took my fingers so sweetly, you know, just swallowed them right up. I bet I could make you cum on my fingers, just teasing your prostate. Maybe I’ll try that some day…” Felix groans, eyes slipping shut as the assault of sensations build, the man’s pumping speeding up minutely the longer he toys with the plug.
“Don’t you dare cum, sweetheart,” he orders even as he begins to pump in earnest, voice razor sharp. “I’ll be very disappointed in you if you cum before I say so.” A sob chokes free from Felix’s chest, and he bites down hard on his lip. Even without opening his eyes, he can feel the redhead’s heavy gaze on him. There’s nothing between them but the sound of Felix’s ragged breaths and the shick-shick-shick of his captor’s gloved hand on his cock.
He doesn’t know what will happen if he disappoints the man, if he cums before he’s allowed to, and tries desperately to stamp down his growing need for release. If the redhead doesn’t stop soon, Felix won’t be able to last much longer. He doesn’t notice the plug’s been pulled free until two spit-slick latex-covered fingers press inside.
“Look at me, beautiful,” the man says softly. Felix opens his eyes slowly, panting. The room is blurry through gathering tears. “You’d doing so well for me, sweetheart. Just a little longer. Can you do that for me?”
“I-I’ll tr-try,” he croaks.
The redheads fingers curl inside him, and if Felix’s arms weren’t bound behind the chair, he thinks he might double over. He strains against his bonds, gasping moans spilling free like the little whore the man accused him of being.
“Oh, sweetheart…” the man says reprovingly, the fingers slipping out and hand falling free from his cock. Felix pants, cheeks now streaked with tears burning as he looks down in shame at the black glove now coated in his spend.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I tried. Really, I did. I’m sorry.”
The man shakes his head. “I expected better from you, Felix,” he scolds. “But I guess I was asking too much from a greedy slut like you.”
“I… I didn’t mean to…”
“Shh,” he cuts him off. “I don’t want to hear your excuses. Do better next time.”
“Yes, sir.”
The man looks down at the mess of his glove and sighs. He carefully pulls it off, then the other, shoving the clean one into the dirty. “Open your mouth.” Lip quivering, Felix complies and the cum-covered latex wad is shoved into mouth. Felix’s cheeks burn with shame, tongue assaulted with the unpleasant taste of rubber and his own spend. The redhead pauses for a second to pull his phone from his pocket and snap a picture of Felix.
“Look at yourself,” he chides, turning the phone around where Felix can see his sorry display. He looks a mess, cheeks ruddy and streaked with tears, mouth stuffed full of black rubber, drops of his spend running down his chin. “You look pathetic.”
His captor disappears behind him for a moment, and returns with a fresh pair of black gloves. He stares at Felix’s shameful state as he pulls them on with a snap. When he returns, he kneels down in front of Felix once more.
This time, however, he reaches down to the bindings around his ankles and frees each one in turn. “Don’t you try and kick me, sweetheart,” he warns, though the thought hadn’t crossed Felix’s mind. Pressing Felix’s legs together, his ankles are quickly tied to each other.
The redhead stands, and before Felix realizes what’s happening, he stoops down and lifts Felix out of the chair in an awkward bridal carry. Felix’s head lolls against his chest and he can hear the low, steady beating of his heart.
He lays Felix down on his side atop the sheets in the bed, positioning him so his legs are bent and his ass is presented toward him. A hand smooths over the swell of his rear, giving a sharp smack against the plush flesh for good measure. Felix feels the mattress dip as he sits down behind him.
The man rummages around on the night stand for a moment and Felix cranes his neck in a vain attempt to see what he’s doing. After a moment, a thick, black silicone dildo appears in his view. The man’s eyes smile, once again leaving the impression of a coy smirk in Felix’s mind. “Not quite as big as me,” he muses, pumping the toy’s shaft to spread the copious amounts of viscous lube along the length, “but I figure it will get you nice and warmed up.”
He thumbs Felix’s cheeks apart once again and positions the head of the dildo at his hole. Felix groans around the gloves in his mouth as it sinks to the hilt in a single, fluid push. Felix’s toes curl at the sensation of being filled, of the toy sliding in and out at a leisurely pace.
The redhead sighs in contentment, watching the toy fill his captive with hungry eyes. “You take cock so beautifully, sweetheart. But, of course, I already knew that.” Felix yelp as a rough hand yanks him by the hair once more and wrenches his head back to look up at the headboard.
He hadn’t noticed before that there were more photos taped up there, these ones even more lewd than the ones he’d previously seen. The back of Felix’s head as he’s on his knees between another man’s legs, obviously sucking his cock. Bent over thick thighs with two fingers spreading his hole open. Facing the window, strong arms around his chest as he bounced on a thick cock. A hand delicately wiping cum off Felix’s face with a tissue, more white globs stark in his hair and running down his chest. In each shot, Felix’s partner is only seen in small chunks, not enough to identify if Felix didn’t already know it was his husband.
How the hell did the redhead pull this off?
He’s not given much time to think about it, however, when the dildo is pulled from his ass with a lewd squelch and Felix is manhandled with ease onto his knees. With his hands tied behind his back, he’s forced to balance precariously on his face and shoulders. The redhead finally pulls the mass of black latex free from his mouth and tosses it aside. “I want to hear you while I fuck you,” he explains, taking a moment to tenderly stroke Felix’s cheek.
Felix hears the man’s zipper as he frees himself from his trousers. His heart pounds furiously while he waits, the slick sounds of his captor spreading lube over his length seeming to last forever before the man finally shuffles up behind him.
His ass is spread wide and the blunt head of the man’s cock lines up at his stretched hole. Both men groan in tandem as he sinks home.
“Fuck,” the redhead sighs, rolling his hips. “You feel so perfect, sweetheart.” Felix is helpless but to take each rough, brutal thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin ringing in the air around him. All of his captor’s patience seems to have run out, fucking Felix for everything he’s worth. “Make to take my cock. Just for me. All mine.” He starts to ramble, almost incoherent at times.
Holding Felix tight by the waist, he pushes his captive hard into the mattress and shifts his weight forward. This new angle forces himself even deeper, and each thrust pounds into Felix’s prostate. Felix can’t stop his own stream of senseless babbling. A hand winds into Felix’s hair, pulling sharply. Sweet pain meets intense pleasure, and Felix realizes he’s begging for it.
“You don’t have to hold back, now, sweetheart,” the man murmurs, voice ragged. “Cum on my cock.”
And Felix does. His whole body goes taut, and he shudders as a second orgasm wracks through him. The redhead groans at the feeling of Felix’s hole clenching down tight around him and a moment later, with a particularly hard yank on Felix’s hair, he spends deep in his captive’s abused hole.
They stay like that a moment, panting and reveling in a moment of share euphoria. “Cut,” Felix croaks. Sometimes, they might drag it out a little longer, tying up their make-believe story with some ‘sequel bait’ or maybe even go another round after they’ve caught their breathes. But after that, he’s done being captive and captor, and just wants to be Felix and Sylvain again.
Sylvain pulls out tenderly, his spend starting to trickle out after. Gingerly, he rolls Felix onto his side and starts untying his wrists. “How do you feel, Fe?” he asks softly, still breathless.
“Good,” Felix sighs with a bleary smile as his husband urges him onto his back and gets started on Felix’s ankles. “That was good.”
Sylvain quickly loses the mask and gloves, and stoops to give Felix a soft, chaste kiss. “Do you need some water?” he asks, already kicking out of his shiny black shoes and shoving his slacks the rest of the way down.
“Yes, please.”
He hands Felix a bottle from the nightstand and takes one for himself. After downing about half in a matter of seconds, Sylvain unbuttons his shirt and shrugs out of it, letting it crumple onto the floor. Dressed now in just a pair of boxers, he sits on the edge of the bed and sets to work massaging Felix’s sore arms and shoulder. Felix revels in it for a bit.
His curiosity get the better of him in the end, and he rips one of the lewd photos down from the headboard. It’s the one of him covered in Sylvain’s cum, with his husband tenderly cleaning him up. He remembers the night it happened, about a month before.
“How did you take these?” he wonders, shaking his head. “You were with me.”
Sylvain grins. “I set the camera up outside the window and set it to a timer. It took some doing, but I managed to get a couple good shots.”
Felix snorts out a laugh. “So how long have you been stalking me?” He’d given his husband blanket permission to take pictures of him, innocent or otherwise, he’s more just curious about how this whole thing came to be.
“Is it really stalking if we’re married?” he shoots back, pressing a kiss to the inside of Felix’s wrist. Felix swats him lightly. “I started planning this about… a month and a half ago, I guess. I saw this art on Twitter, which is where I got the idea of the mask and gloves and the chair thing. The stalker thing with the pictures was from a story Bernie asked me to beta read, I just expanded on it a bit.” He smirks down at his husband. “Did you like it?”
“I did,” Felix admits. “Very much. The cum glove was a little weird, though.”
“Yeah… that wasn’t exactly planned,” he laughs. “You weren’t supposed to cum. You were way more worked up than I thought you’d be.” Felix rolls his eyes.
“Fuck off.” He pulls one of Sylvain’s hands away from where it’s busy soothing his shoulder. “Lay with me.”
Sylvain obliges, laying down at his husband’s side and taking him into his arms. “I didn’t have a plan for punishing you if you came early, so I just winged it.” He nuzzles against Felix’s neck, pressing soft kisses there. “It’s your turn next, you know. You have to think of something real good to top that.”
Felix smirks. “I’ve got a couple ideas.”