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Sometimes I forget what an innocent Colin is. He's so ballsy and, Christ, he has a mouth on him – something that I'm particularly aware of when it's wrapped around my cock – and he flirts so effortlessly with anyone who has a dick and a full head of hair. It's easy to forget that he's only been gay for a year. Less than a year. Nine months ago he was still dating a pretty little blonde with big blue eyes and a nice pair of tits. That boy can give blow jobs like no one else and he fucks like a natural, but sometimes...

“What do you mean, you've never been tied up?”

He blinks at me. “What, and you have?”

“Yeah, once or twice.” I lean close to whisper in his ear, “But I'm usually the one doing the tying.” I pull back in time to see his eyes widen, then his lips purse thoughtfully, almost calculatingly.

“Yeah, I guess you would.”

I hold back a snort and refrain from making a snarky comment about Nobel prizes. He tends to get mad at me when I mock him for stating the obvious. Of course, he lets me mock him for just about everything else, so I'm willing to make the occasional concession. I settle back on my heels. “Really, never? Not even once?”

I'll admit, this isn't the perfect time to be having this conversation. Not when I'm kneeling between Colin's spread legs and we're both completely naked and just a few moments ago I was kissing the living daylights out of him. But this is a subject that intrigues me.

“Yeah, well, Lizzie wasn't really into that stuff,” he says, mumbling like he does every time he says her name.

“What stuff?”

“Y'know, tying people up and kinky things like that.”

I grin, sliding my way up his body until I can kiss him just once before asking, “What about you?”

“What about me what?”

I smack his thigh. “Don't play dumb.” Another quick kiss. “Are you into that 'stuff'? Y'know, tying people up and kinky things like that?”

“Depends.”

“On?”

Colin lifts his chin, challenging me. “Who's doing the tying.”

I laugh. “Good answer.”

“I thought so.”

I kiss him again – did I mention that he has an amazing mouth? - and I'm about to grab the lube when he says that word that changes everything, and I'm not just talking about the fact that it makes me go from hard to ready to come in about a second flat.

“Sir.”

That ballsy little fucker. I look at him incredulously, propping myself up with a hand on either side of his head. He's grinning way too much, green eyes dancing, and fuck if he isn't the hottest thing I've ever seen. “Oh, baby,” I say, my voice dropping lower than usual. “That's a whole 'nother game right there.”

“Don't call me baby.”

“I don't think you understand how this works. When you called me sir, you gave me permission to call you whatever the hell I want, sweetheart.”

“Sweetheart? That's so fucking heterosexual.”

“Thought that's what you were.”

“Fuck you, Josh.” He suddenly swipes at my right hand, knocking me off balance. He rolls us over, stopping once he's on top and straddling my hips. He doesn't give me even a second to protest before covering my mouth with his own. He lies down on top of me, his legs in between mine, and reaches down to hold my balls. He rolls them slowly in his hand, letting me moan into his mouth. His cock is pressing into my hip, and I'm this close to letting him fuck me when he squeezes my balls hard enough to hurt and, ignoring my gasp, pulls away.

“So,” he says conversationally. “You going to tie me up or what?”

I grab his wrist before answering, gripping it tighter and tighter until he lets go. He's oh-so-proud of himself, smiling and still rubbing his cock against my hip.

Oh, that little bitch... Still holding his wrist, I say, “If you want to be tied up, baby, you're going to have to ask me nicer than that.”

He blinks. “Tie me up, Josh? Please?”

“Oh, no,” I guide his hand to my cock. “I mean ask me real nice.”

“Oh.” He grins slowly as he wraps his fingers around my cock, slowly, teasingly, rubbing his thumb over the head. His hand is warm and familiar, and he settles in between my spread legs, running his hand up and down my cock, squeezing as he does so. I tense my legs to stop myself from thrusting into his hand, and he starts moving faster until he's pumping my cock. This is the only reason why I shouldn't tie him to the bed – he won't be able to do this. His hand is tight and perfect, and everything's a little rougher than I'd like, the only lube being my precome, but I'm not going to let him stop long enough to reach into my bedside drawer.

Then, suddenly, he stops. Holding my dick loosely, he gives me a wicked grin before lying down and swallowing it. I groan, letting my head fall back and resisting the urge to flip us both over and fuck his face until I come down his throat.

Luckily for him, I don't. I simply thread my fingers through his dirty blond hair as his head bobs up and down. He moves away at one point, but I don't get a chance to complain because a second later, his tongue is running up the underside of my dick. Then his lips wrap around it again and his mouth... Christ, his mouth. It's hot and wet and his lips tighten every so often as they slide down. He takes my entire dick into his mouth and sucks twice, hard, and then he's sucking the head and nuzzling my balls and licking it again and my fingers are tightening in the sheets and in his hair and my hips are raising off the bed until I can't take it any more.

“Colin, fuck, I'm, I'm gonna, fuck.” I'm babbling. I use my grip on his hair to tug him away and take deep breaths until I can form a coherent sentence. “Give me a moment. I'm about to come.”

He raises an eyebrow at me and smirks. “So fucking come,” are the last words he says before he wraps his lips around my cock again and takes it all the way to the back of his throat. I thrust once, twice, and then I'm groaning, arching up off the bed as Colin starts swallowing. He pulls back a little and his tongue is sweeping the head of my cock and his lips are tight and, fuck, I can't take much more. I can feel him swallowing my come and it would look so hot splattered all over his face and he wants me to tie him up and fuck.

I lie back panting and Colin kisses his way up my body. He plants one on my lips, languidly sliding his tongue into my mouth and letting me taste the remnants of come, my come.

“So,” he says when he pulls away. “You going to tie me up now or what?”

I wrap an arm around his waist and bury my face in his hair. He lets me stay like that for a moment before pulling away. “What, I don't get an answer?”

I look up at him, half glaring. “You honestly expect me to be able to talk after that?”

“It rendered you speechless, huh? Remind me to do that more often.”

“Trust me, baby, I will.”

I run a hand through my hair, then rest it on his ass. “You really want me to tie you up, huh?”

“Yup. And after all -” He bats his eyelashes at me. “I did ask real nicely.”

He did indeed. I kiss him quickly. “All right, then.” I push him off me and swing my legs out of bed. He sits up. “Where are you going?”

Standing at my closet, I turn around to look at him. “To get something to tie you up with.”

His eyebrows fly up into his hairline. “Really? Now?”

“No, baby, next week.” I dig through my drawers, searching for those black scarves. I can't remember where I put them. Shit, I can't even remember the last time I used them. Well, one thing's for certain – they're not with my socks.

I finally find them nestled among my t-shirts and head back to Colin. I drop the four scarves I grabbed onto the bed and he looks at them, then back at me. “What, no rope?”

I laugh before I realise he's not joking. “Yeah, no rope. Rope can hurt like a bitch if you move around too much, and I know that you're not going to hold still.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“No, it's a fact. You're not the submitting kind.”

He has his chin lifted defiantly. His hair is sticking up in all directions thanks to me, and his lips are so pink that they're almost red. It's all I can do not to moan when I picture his wrists wrapped in black silk, his body sweaty and writhing as I tease him. This picture had better become reality as soon as possible, so I get to work. “Lie down.”

He doesn't – why am I not surprised? He stays sitting and asks, “What do you mean, I'm not the submitting kind?”

“Thank you for proving my point.” I sit down on the bed and within seconds I have five feet nine inches of blond boy straddling my lap. His mouth moves against my ear as he says, “I could submit. If I wanted. Sir.”

Despite my orgasm less than ten minutes ago, the word goes straight to my cock. “Could you now?” I say into Colin's hair. “Well, then, let's see it.” I pull back enough to look him in the eye. “One thing, though.”

“What?”

“You have three colours – green, red, and yellow. If I ask for a colour, you give me one. If you need to give me a colour, you give me one. Okay? Green means you're good, red means stop, and yellow means -”

“Step on the gas.”

“Slow down,” I say. “Christ, this is why I don't let you drive my car.”

“You don't let me drive your car 'cause you're a control freak. So why the fuck can't I just say stop?”

“Do you really think I'll listen?” I put both hands on his ass, pulling him close to me and letting his cock press against my stomach. “You say 'stop' about everything, baby.”

“Don't -”

“Including that.” I knead his ass, making him press into me while I continue talking. “I need something that will make me pay attention. Especially when I have you under me, tied up with nowhere to run. Fuck, Colin, it's going to be so, so hot, and you'll be begging me to let you come, and you'll be at my complete and utter mercy.”

Christ, maybe this boy is more of a sub than I thought. He started thrusting against me when I told him he'd beg – and you'd better believe me, he'll beg – and he hasn't stopped. I flip us over, lying down on top of him with his legs on either side of mine and his cock between us. “Give me your colours.”

“What?”

“Your colours.”

“Um... red, green, and yellow.”

“Good.” I pull his wrists up above his head, guiding them to the headboard. “Hold on.” I grab a scarf and loop it around his right wrist. I check the knot once it's been tied, then repeat my actions with his left. His eyes are open and he's watching my every move. He tests his bonds, because he's Colin and that's what he does, and I grin when the realisation that he can't get free washes over his face.

“Give me a colour, baby.”

“Green.”

Good. And now he's mine to do with what I will. I let him tug at the scarves one more time, then I grab his arms at the elbows. “Hold still.”

“Or else?”

“Or else I untie you.”

He freezes instantly, eyes searching my face to see if I'm serious or not, and I laugh. “If you didn't want to get free, why were you even trying?”

He shrugs as best he can with both arms over his head. “Just to see if I could.”

I shake my head and sit up to take a proper look at him. He's gorgeous, as always, and grinning cockily, which is also nothing new. He has an eyebrow raised, daring me to do my worst. Oh, if only he knew... I have multiple scarves for a reason, and he's just lucky that his legs aren't tied down, too.

I run my hand down his chest, then back up, dragging a finger around his left nipple, followed by his right. I flick it, and he makes a point of not gasping even when I do it a second time. I tweak it, then replace my fingers with my mouth, sucking hard and biting gently on the nub. Not lifting my mouth, I move onto his other nipple and repeat my actions, then lick my way down his body. I let me tongue dip into his navel, then drag over his hip and into the juncture of his thigh and groin. His cock is hard, wet, and waiting for me; I pointedly ignore it.

I move my mouth over to his balls, licking them until he moans, and then I move back to the crease of his thigh. I take my time, moving everywhere, licking, biting, and sucking.

Everywhere, that is, apart from his cock. He hasn't come all day, and he's been waiting for this moment, to be at my mercy, for the last hour. He can wait a little longer.

Instead, I suck on his hip until I'm certain that he'll have a nice round bruise there tomorrow, marking him for the rest of the week. I nuzzle his balls, lapping at them and occasionally rolling one into my mouth. His inner thighs are bitten several times; there'll be marks there, too. And throughout all this, Colin just keeps on moaning, arching up to meet my mouth.

“Fuck this, Josh, will you just touch my cock already?”

I rest my chin on his hip, looking up at him and smirking for a moment. “No,” I say. “I won't.”

I give his leg one last quick nip and then move back up, biting him whenever I feel inspired. I kiss him as soon as I can, not letting him pull away so he can give some kind of demand. I press my tongue between his lips, exploring his mouth and letting him do the same to me. I suck on his bottom lip for a moment, then return to kissing him slowly enough that he starts getting frustrated. Usually, if I do this for long enough, he'll tug my hair or roll us over or grab the back of my head to make me kiss him harder. Today, all he can do is put up with it and I intend to play.

While I tease Colin, I also move so that one of his legs is between mine, letting me straddle his thigh. I thrust against it slowly as he moans into my mouth. He arches up against my leg and I obligingly press down on his cock. Christ, he must be painfully hard right now, and I'm getting there myself. The difference is that I'm not the one who's tied up.

And he's so pretty, too, so wet and blond and willing. He's bossy as fuck most of the time, but right now, I'm in control and he likes it; I can feel it in the cock against my leg.

I suddenly realise that I'm not teasing him any more. I'm kissing him hard and fast and I can hardly tell who can't keep up with whom. We're thrusting our cocks into each other's thighs, never quite finding the right rhythm. I don't know about him, but I'm suddenly way closer to coming than I should be. So much for being in fucking control.

I force myself to pull back. Colin gasps at how abruptly I move, and we're both panting. He's looking up at me, green eyes wide, and I grin to reassure him. “Sorry, baby. Got a bit carried away there.”

“Don't fucking apologise. Just get back here 'n do it again.”

I shake my head. “No can do, baby.”

“Josh,” he says, and if he wouldn't yell at me for it, I'd say he was whining. “Just...” His eyes meet mine and he freezes suddenly, searching my face. “Josh, you'd better let me come.”

I laugh, and I'll be the first to admit that it's more of an evil chuckle than anything else. “Oh, you'll come. But on my terms.”

“Which are?”

“I don't know. But it definitely won't be when we're humping each other's legs like horny teenagers in the backseat of a car.”

He turns bright red. He never should have told me that story about him and Lizzie. God knows I'll never let him forget it, or the fact that she'd never tied him up and vice-versa, or the fact that he dated his first kiss – a heterosexual kiss – for five years before meeting me.

Christ. I'm a horrible person, aren't I? But I'm not sorry for it, and in return for putting up with it, he gets amazing new experiences. Just like the way I put up with his snark and get a piece of hot blond boy ass in my bed every night.

He glares at me. He's all bravado when he says, “I'd rather get off like a horny teenager in the backseat of a car than not get off at all.”

“Good point.” I kiss him, then reach for the top drawer of my bedside table. His eyes darken; he knows what I keep in there. “Oh, and by the way,” I say once I've grabbed the lube and a condom, “I've decided when you can come.”

“When?”

“When I've sufficiently fucked you into next week.”

“Fuck next week,” he says. “What about right now?”

I smirk and sit up. I grab the lube and smack his thigh, and he obediently opens his legs. I run one of my hands down his calf, and then back up while I use my other to flick open the lid of the bottle. I let go of his leg and squeeze lube over my fingers. I trail them, cool and slick, around his hole, keeping my touch light. I rub my thumb over his perineum, then I slowly ease a single finger into his ass, kissing him as I do so. He lets his legs fall open even wider, and when I pull away and look down, I can see that his cock is just begging to be touched. I curl my fingers around it, not moving, just holding, and watch as he arches into my touch. I quickly push a second finger into him, thrusting shallowly and listening to him moan. Christ. I sometimes wonder if he realises what a walking wet dream he is.

I start to move my hand up and down his cock, just lightly enough to make him desperate for more. He cries out when I scissor the fingers inside him, and that cry turns to a moan a second later when I nudge his prostate. He thrusts into my hand and I loosen my grip even more, causing him to groan in his desperation for friction.

My fingers twist inside him. I consider adding a third, but my cock's fully hard again and he's already way too close to coming. But I'll remember this, the way he's moaning and his fingers are twisting in my scarves; thank fuck they weren't expensive. Sometime in the very near future, I'm going to tie him to the bed again and stretch him 'til he's screaming.

I pull my fingers out and Colin bites his lower lip so hard I think it will start bleeding. I almost taunt him with a 'good boy', but then I hear a noise get stuck in his throat and I realise that he's not preventing himself from making a snarky comment; he's stopping himself from whimpering. Which is so much fucking better.

I pull my fingers out and wipe them on his inner thigh, then I pick up the condom and put the edge of its packet into his mouth. He obligingly bites it, letting me rip it open. He spits the corner of foil at me as I toss the rest of it away.

“What makes you get to decide, anyway?”

“Decide what?”

“When I get to come.”

“The fact that you're tied up, baby.” I roll on the condom. I wish I could get him to do this for me, but there's no way even one of his hands is getting free right now. “I don't know how that escaped your notice.” I start lifting his legs over my shoulders, then pause. Christ, I'm no good as this whole safeword business. “Do you need to give me a colour?”

“The only colour I want to give you right now is hurry up and fuck me, goddamn it.”

“Funny. I never learnt that one in kindergarten.”

“Josh.”

I slide his legs over my shoulders and nudge the head of my cock against his hole. I push in, but I stop after an inch or two and he arches up. “Josh, c'mon, please.” I click my tongue at him and it takes all of my self-control not to push in and fuck him hard and fast and dirty. Instead, I force myself to pull out a little. When I do he growls – fucking growls – at me and tries to yank his hands free. “Goddamn it, Josh!”

I ignore him and push back in. I'm moving slowly, slower than I'd like, but it's worth it for Colin's frustration. He lifts his hips up, then slams them back down onto the bed when I don't obey his unspoken command. All he can do is tell me to go fuck myself and moan as I move in and out like I have all the time in the world.

And then I don't. He clenches his ass around my cock, does it twice in quick succession, and Christ. Suddenly, everything I've been trying to control and ignore – the fact that my cock is in his ass and he's tied up and I'm so fucking hard and his cock is leaking against his stomach and his eyes are dark and he's panting and his hip is red where I was sucking it earlier and he's so goddamn blond – comes rushing to the front of my mind. I can't control myself any more. I don't have that much willpower and, fuck it, I don't want to. I want to thrust hard into him, so I do, and I want him to moan into my mouth when I kiss him and I want to hit his prostate and jerk him off until he's gasping words that aren't really words at all.

And then I want to wrap my thumb and fingers around the base of his cock and give him his first taste of a makeshift cockring.

“God.” He tries to thrust into my hand and swears when it doesn't work. “Fuck, Josh, what the -” He tries again. “Hell?”

I ignore him and keep pushing into his ass, mainly because of the heat engulfing my cock and because he's writhing underneath me, still clenching my cock, and because he's going to start begging at any moment now.

“If you don't let me come now, I'm going to kill you later.”

Or he'll start threatening me.

“I'll never give you another blow job as long as I live.”

I pull back to look him in the eye. “Think carefully about that, baby.” I thrust hard, just to hear him gasp. “You love having your mouth around my cock as much as I do. Slut.”

A spurt of precome dribbles from his cock at that and I grin. He sees this and opens his mouth, but all he gets out is “I -” before I start talking over him.

“You'd better be about to beg, because if anything other than 'please' comes out of your mouth right now, I swear to God that I'm going to pull out, and leave you hard and wet and desperate, and get you a fucking gag.”

He pauses. He actually pauses to consider whether I'm fucking serious or not. Then I thrust twice and the moment passes and all he says is, “Please.”

I lean down to lick his bottom lip. I don't kiss him, but our mouths are so close that our lips brush when I whisper, “Good boy.”

He doesn't protest; he moans and that's all it takes for me to pull out and then slam back inside him over and over again. We're both sweating and panting, and I let go of his cock. My hand doesn't return to it like he expected. Instead, I simply start talking.

“Come on. Come for me, baby.” He's moaning and so am I. “You begged for this, remember? You begged me to tie you up.” My tone turns harsher and my voice is so far down in my chest I'm practically growling. “Look at you, so hot and ready, you'd let me do anything.” My thrusts aren't long any more, they're short and stuttered, and I can barely talk. “You always want to spread your legs for me, don't you?” He groans, arching his neck. “You just want to spread 'em like a little slut.”

That's all it takes. He arches up and gasps my name when he starts coming. Despite the fact that all I want to do right now is get off and watch him do the same, I can't. My thrusts are still sharp and hard, but I can't help noticing how fucking gorgeous he is, the pale skin of his wrists wrapped in black silk and his chest heaving and his hands gripping the headboard so tightly that his knuckles are white. Nine months ago, he was still having the most vanilla sex imaginable with a girl, and now here he is, coming only because I let him, repeating my name like a mantra, tied to the motherfucking bed... and it's beautiful.

It's only when he's done coming that I can stop watching him and let my orgasm rip through me for a second time tonight. Despite the fact that I came earlier, it's still fucking intense and so fucking good and I want to do this forever. Colin's body is limp, his legs heavy on my shoulders, and his dick lying on his thigh. His eyes are half closed, but he doesn't take them off my face for one second while I moan and try to push even deeper inside him.

Finally, I collapse on top of him, my breathing ragged. Still breathless, he laughs and moves his legs off my shoulders, resting them on either side of me. After several long moments that aren't long enough, I prop myself up on one hand and carefully pull out of him. I tie off the condom and throw it in the general direction of the trash can, then start releasing his wrists. He shakes them once they're free. I kiss each one, then his lips, and finally his shoulders. “You okay?”

“I'm fucking fabulous.” For once in his life, he's not even being sarcastic.

“Your arms all right? Your shoulders?”

“I'm fine.” He runs one hand through my hair and grips my arm with the other; I think he just wants to be able to touch again. “Do you always worry this much after tying someone up?”

“Nope.” I don't need to say the next part, mainly because he already knows it and it's all I can do to make him forget it most of the time. But what the fuck. “You're just special.”

Both his hands are roaming over my back now, rubbing, massaging, and occasionally pinching. “That was intense, Josh.”

“Bad intense?”

“Nope. But God, you're a bastard. Next time, I'm on top.”

“You're going to have to earn it, baby.”

“Don't -”

“Call you baby, I know.” It would be so easy to continue annoying him, but it's even easier to kiss him. He kisses me back, lazily wrapping one of his legs around my waist. I pull away slowly, licking his lower lip and then kissing the tip of his nose. It's depressingly domestic – and almost heterosexual – but I did just have him tied to my bed, so I'll let myself have this one.

“So,” Colin says. Once he has my attention, he grins, runs his hand through my hair again, and tugs hard enough to pull out a couple of strands. Ignoring the way I yelp and swear at him, he asks, “What were you saying about a gag earlier?”