...Paz spread Nikki’s legs. They draped over the edge of the table at wide angles, displaying his cock rising from the nest of dark, curling hairs as the centerpiece of whatever he was planning to do.
“Yes, that’s much better.”
“Well, you better get on with it.” Nikki thrust his hips lewdly. The tip of his distended cock glistened beneath the fluorescent illumination above the table. As he watched, Paz donned his white chef’s hat, the one he liked to use when he was in the midst of creating his sensuous delicacies. Nikki had to wonder exactly what was in his mind tonight. Yet he stayed on the table and watched as Nikki moved around the kitchen, content to watch his lover.
As though Nikki had spoken the question out loud, Paz turned to answer him. “Why, I see some very succulent meat for binding tonight. Juicy and fat, stuffed full of delicious cream. I don’t want to lose any of that tasty juice before we’re ready. But I need the right binding for such a…large shank of meat.”
Nikki’s cock perked at Paz’s words. “You aren’t going to do what I think you are.”
Paz offered him that mystical smile of his. The man ran deep that was for sure. He sauntered over to the other side of the counter. Nikki noted his hard cock swinging delectably between his legs. He squatted and began to rummage beneath the cupboards, pans and trays clanging together. Nikki loved the way his firm ass split as he rummaged beneath the cupboards and his own dick spasmed, leaking his juice, in anticipation of feeling Paz’s hole swallowing his rigid meat. And then Paz came up triumphantly, holding a length of coiled hemp rope.
“I knew it was in there somewhere. He turned to smile devilishly at Nikki as though sizing him up. “We used this the last time we picnicked on the beach. Remember?”
Oh, yes, Nikki remembered that night quite well. They’d dug for clams and then dug a pit. The rope had been used to hang a blanket to protect them from being seen by the casual passer by. Paz always was concerned about having sex in public view. Now he apparently had another use in mind for that length of rope they’d used.
Grabbing a serrated knife from the counter, he walked over to Nikki. Without delay, he bound Nikki’s arms and legs to the table quite efficiently.
Nikki remembered being a little uncertain about the extent of Paz’s play that night. They’d never played with bondage before.
He’d looked up at Paz. “You sure about this?”
Paz leaned down and kissed him, driving his tongue deep inside his mouth. The sexy kiss left Nikki breathless and eager for the fun to begin. Paz smiled when he raised his head. “Anticipation is half the fun. And for once, I like having you beneath my total control. You aren’t a man who likes losing control are you, Nikki?’
Paz seemed to know him well after all the weeks they’d been together. No one had ever gotten beneath Nikki’s skin enough to discover what lay buried inside. But Paz was different.
“What next?” Nikki asked breathlessly.
Paz moved down the table with the last length of rope. He set it next to Nikki’s hips and then walked back to the sink. Nikki watched as he wet a washcloth and then returned to Nikki.
The cloth was warm and wet against Nikki’s skin and he leaned back and closed his eyes, the stroking of the warm, moist cloth pulled at his scrotum, and Paz’s soft, seductive voice lulled him.
“That’s it, sweetie, show me your jewels, don’t hide that sweet package. Yes, that’s it.” His fingers stroked between Nikki’s testicles and Nikki thrust his hips, wanting to feel Nikki’s hands stroking up and down his throbbing cock, needing to be touched.
And then his eyelids flashed up as he felt the weight of the rope binding his balls, wrapping around and between, and then circling the base of his cock again and again. The need to explode rode him fast and hard, but it wasn’t going to happen. He lifted his head just in time to see Paz tie off the rope and step away from the table, apparently admiring his handiwork.
“Jesus, Paz, what are you doing to me? I feel like a trussed up turkey.”
“But you look so much more delectable than a simple turkey. Every good chef knows the binding has to be firm enough to serve a very specific purpose in controlling the succulent meat. But not so tight that all the savory juices are squeezed out before you’re ready. You’re my man, my main course, and I’m going to season you to perfection, honey.”
It had been excruciating and delicious. Nikki’s passion and need had known no bounds that night. As Paz had poured the melted butter over his body, as he’d crushed dark chocolate and drizzled the warmed, liquid confection over his body, he’d begged like he’d never done before. His cock had grown fat and red, his testicles bulged and he’d squirmed and screamed when Paz had coated the distended globes with sweet honey, panting and soaring, yet bound to the table, lust driving him into a frenzied sea of desire.
The man was a demented chef worthy of Willie Wonka, taking as much time as he needed to create the perfect erotic man-delicacy in Nikki for his delectation, driving Nikki to the brink of sanity. Drenching him in a maelstrom of sexual need, knowing he’d do whatever Paz wanted in order to obtain relief...