13. A Vacancy Filled
The harness drew me. Colin was out delivering a repaired laptop, and I’d spent the time cleaning the flat, in the process rediscovering the restraint harness that had started our relationship. It was over a year now since I’d worn it at work for the day, and almost six months since Colin had moved into the flat with me. Much of that time had been taken up in getting his computer building and repair business up and running. I’d learned a hell of a lot from the guys at GearFet, and now did some of their accounting alongside Terry.
That had been a bit of an eyeopener. GearFet was more than an online shop, it was a manufacturing supplier to a number of other gear outlets. Most of the manufacturing was done by outside contractors, while Marco and Wally designed and built prototypes and developed patterns for their designs. The main ‘owners’ were Gene, Terry and Jerry, but all the other guys had shares in it and I was still the only ‘employee’.
Impulsively I decided to give my beloved some fun when he returned home. First I prepared a notice on a piece of card, then I stripped, gave myself a full internal wash, showered and set about getting into the harness. Having got the main body on and fastened, including getting my cock and balls into the restraining straps, I paused. I’d never got round to having the dildo inside me.
“Why not?” I giggled. Picking the thing up, I coated it in lube, placed one foot on the bed, and pressed the shaped ‘head’ to my butthole. “Oh … f-u-u-u-u-ck!” I gasped as it sank home. Lowering my leg I slowly straightened up, as the thing settled into my butt sending all sorts of sensations ripping through me. It took several minutes to get my breath back and my body under control, every movement pressed the dildo against my prostate. It was almost exactly like being fucked every time I moved. “Fuck, that feels almost as good as Colin,” I breathed.
Carefully I found the dangling under strap, slipped it through the base of the dildo, and secured it the the lower edge of the crotch shield, got my breath again, and then managed to fit the head harness and gag and then started fastening the elbow cuffs and one wrist. Then very carefully, and very slowly, I went down stairs. Perching on one of the stools at the breakfast bar where I could look out of the window, I waited, the notice I’d prepared hanging from the collar.
Forty minutes later, I heard the front door open, and my beloved called a greeting. I heard the door close, and then he was in front of me, surprise slowly being replaced by a smile. Reaching over, he fastened the cuff on my free wrist, then kissed the muzzle covering my mouth.
“Have I told you how beautiful you look in that?”
I winked and nodded.
He read the notice aloud. “This Gimp has been prepped for his master to fuck and needs it.” Detaching the notice he put it aside. “Fully?” Raising me to my feet, he asked, “And you want to be? Like this?”
I nodded and grunted confirmation. I hoped he’d get the hint, and take me, like this, doggy style. In our lovemaking to date, he’d taken me on my side from behind, always gently, always lovingly, and missionary style, sometimes with my wrists cuffed to the bedhead — my favourite — and sometimes free. I loved the way he gave me head, and I loved to give him head, and sometimes I fucked him, but mostly it was me under him, filled with my beloved’s nice long cock and his cum …
He realised I was dildo plugged.
“I want to photograph you first, but then I’m going to make good use of this gorgeous gimp.” Kissing my muzzle again, he steered me to stand in a corner. “Stay there.” He grinned, I’m going to photograph you, and then, my love, I’m going to have my wicked way with you …”
Tantalising me, he stripped first. Doing it as erotically as he could, with pauses to tease my ring encircled nipples, fondly my butt, tease the sensitive areas of my inner thighs, or tease the dildo base … Then he retrieved his cameras and began posing me, photographing me from every angle and making sure every feature of the harness was included — especially the base of the dildo.
Putting the camera aside, he moved me to stand behind our only armchair, which he’d turned so I was now looking directly at one of our tall windows … I could see the trees in the park, and people walking to the shops on the far side, as he had me brace against the chair-back, my feet spread and bent as far as the harness coset allowed.
“Time to replace this dildo with the real thing, Gimp.” He growled in my ear, his hand busy releasing the strap securing the dildo in place.
I moaned in my gag as he pulled it slowly out, playing with it so that I was getting a dildo fuck. Then suddenly it was free, dangling against my thighs, and his rigid cock was replacing it.
Being fucked like this was different to the way he normally fucked me. It was rougher. There was absolutely no question of the fact I had no control, and was fully at his mercy. It was exciting, it was stimulating, it was rough … he had total control, his cock thrusting into me, joining us, stroking my prostate, his hand gripping my corseted waist firmly, holding me in place and leaving me no option but to submit and stare at the street beyond the window.
He rammed himself deep and his cock jerked inside me as he shot his load. For several minutes we remained joined, then his softening cock slipped free, and he found the dildo and reinserted it into my cum filled butt.
Turning me round he released the muzzle, and pressed a demanding kiss to my mouth. When he broke it, he had the muzzle back in place before I could say anything, then stepped back and grinned.
“I’m going to release your wrists, Gimp. Fetch me a wet wipe, and then you can fetch us a pair of Irnbru cans.”
I fetched the wet wipe and the Irnbru, then waited, kneeling in front of him. He’d fetched a different gag while I was busy, and now swopped the muzzle for a tube gag, in between the swop, giving me a drink. With the new gag in place, he studied me, grinning wickedly — a look I loved. I knew he was planning something wicked and exciting.
“You know what comes next, don’t you?” My eyes went to his still semi-tumescent cock. “Yes. As soon as I’m reloaded … face fuck time.”
Lowering my harness encased head, I put the open tube against his semi hard member, inviting him to insert it. I knew that once he did, I could hold it and enjoy the taste and the feel of it swelling. I loved to do this to him when we lay in bed, and I knew that my lover enjoyed it, and that having emptied his balls, would take his time to build up to being able to give me another dose of his seed.
He got the hint. Feeding his cock into the tube, he ordered, “Keep it there, Gimp.”
His hands gripped my head, holding me in place as I sucked and used my tongue to stimulate him. The taste of his precum mingled with the remnants of his last cumshot and I savoured it like a connoisseur enjoying a rare wine — which, for me, it is. It’s my morning ritual now, to give him head as soon as he awakens. I love the taste of his cum and can never get enough of it. Now his cock hardened, and he used his hands to move my head so that his beautiful member was fucking my mouth.
Once again this was not the gentle, loving motion I used when I gave him head. Now he was taking it. Using my mouth and upper throat as if it were a pussy to be fucked, and fucked hard. I was not in control, he was, and he made sure I knew it. I had no option but to relax and let him take his pleasure. When he eventually came, I almost choked, and enough of his come went up the back of my nose to make breathing difficult.
He was aware of this, ordering me to ‘sniff-clear’ my nose while my mouth was still full of his cock. I was still struggling to get my nose clear, when he swopped the gag on me again. What I wanted was to have my own cock freed and used by him, but that was denied. Instead I was moved to the counter again and made to sit on the stool while he slowly prepared something to eat …
Helpless, gagged, and with my cock restrained, my arse plugged, I could do nothing but sit where he’d placed me, and wait for his pleasure. It was frustrating, it was uncomfortable, but in a strange way, enjoyable.
“Spread those legs, Gimp.” Standing in front of me, Colin grinned. “And lean back against the counter.” He waited until I’d complied. “If I find you’ve cum … we’ll start your training again.” Removing the codpiece covering my restrained erection, he examined me. “Hmmm, plenty of precum, but …” Smiling he squeezed my swollen ‘head’. “Your Master is going to enjoy tormenting this delicious looking cock.”
Slowly, pausing to tease my tormented cock, he released the restraining straps. His lips explored my loaded scrotum, then his teeth nibbled my shaft as he gradually worked his way up. He avoided the swollen and super sensitive ‘head’, starting again with teasing my balls, and licking, biting, kissing his way up the shaft.
Without warning he took my swollen glans fully into his mouth and with a few quick moves brought me to an ejaculation that left me shivering and whimpering. Before I knew what was happening, he had the restraining straps refastened and my cock once more imprisoned behind the codpiece …
Licking his lips he grinned and began to remove the muzzle gagging me.
“No talking.” Holding a glass to my lips, he ordered, “Drink. Carefully now … Then I’ll feed you.” Grinning he held to glass carefully allowing me small sips until it was empty. “Now you eat.”
His kiss surprised me, and was followed by a tender caress. Then he began feeding me one forkful of omelette at a time. When I’d eaten, he wiped my mouth carefully, and strapped the muzzle into place again.
“Upstairs with you, Gimp.” Taking my arm he guided me up the spiral stair to our bedroom, then into the bathroom. Turning me around again, he freed my cock, and held it. “Take a pee.” His teeth nipped my earlobe. “We’re not finished yet.”
Steered back to the bedroom, he began to dismantle the harness, but, having released me from it, used a wet wipe to clean my butt after removing the dildo. Then he gagged me again, locked handcuffs on my wrists, and laid me on the bed, before disappearing into the bathroom. He was busy in there for a while, then returned with a big grin, his erection rampant as he laid himself beside me, his hand playfully grasping my stiff member.
“Alex, my love, you really are everything I ever dreamed a lover could be.” Kissing me gently on the face, he whispered, now I want to give you something. Something I’ve never willingly given anyone else …” Unbuckling the gag, he removed it, then released my wrists. “In all the time we’ve been together, it’s always been me fucking you …”
“But I love it …”
“Shhh! No talking.” Kissing me, he silenced my reply. “No, my love, tonight I want you to breed me.” His throaty chuckle sent a shiver through me. “The way you like to be … face to face. I’m not a virgin, but … well, this time I want my lover, my beautiful partner, to fill me with his cum …”
His arms wrapped me in a fierce hug and our mouths met. At some point we rolled, so that he was under me, then breaking our embrace, suddenly he was ready, on his back, his legs spread and raised, his opening gleaming with lubricant, his own gorgeous erection standing proud …
“Take me, Alex.”
Bending down, I first kissed that beautiful erection, tasting his delicious precum, then holding his eyes with mine, I positioned myself. He was tight, and he sucked his breath as I pushed though the tight muscles, then I was inside him and he screwed his eyes shut, biting his lip as a shudder shook him. HIs legs clamped over my shoulders and he arched his back to thrust upward against mine, and my cock slid fully into him.
“Oh god, oh god,” he gasped. “Oh god … you feel … soooooooo … good.”
“So do you, love,” I whispered, unable to move with my head clamped between his knees and his hands gripping my butt cheeks and holding me firmly in place and my hands on his shoulders.
A long moan escaped him as he thrust against my embedded cock. I felt his cock jerk and saw the long stream of cum as he involuntarily emptied his balls between us, splattering his face with his own cum cream.
“Fuck me, Alex. Fuck me, fill me with your cum …”
Having had my balls drained less than an hour before, it took me a few minutes, especially held so firmly by his legs and his hands restricting my movement, but eventually I rammed myself home and shuddered as I shot my cum into him. When my softening cock slipped free, he released me, his eyes still shut and his lip held between his teeth as I began to gently lick his own cum from his chest and face, only stopping when he wrapped his arms and legs around me pulling me into a tight embrace. His mouth found mine, and his tongue probed, demanding entry.
It was the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced and, even when we finally settled down to sleep, he was holding me in a tight embrace. In my head I knew I had found my 'master', lover -- the one man who filled me with love, desire, and my being. Our whispered exchange was sweet nothings right up to the moment we slept.
The future lay before us, full of plans, full of hope, full, of course, of sex … Our future.
