Chapter 27 Tension

I untied him from the column. Took him by the shoulders and pushed him hard and firm until he was face-down on the floor. Using the extra rope, I reinforced the binds around his chest. Criss crossing the rope around his upper body, I made a harness that secured his arms tight behind his back. Then I stood him on his knees and wound the rope lower, over his abs and down to his thighs. Pushing his sweatpants down to his knees, I brought the strands of rope between his bare legs and between his quivering ass cheeks. Every time he moved, the rope would chafe the sensitive skin of his thighs and ass crease. In his forced kneeling position, the binding between his legs would ensure his caged cock and tight balls got some friction too. Then I took him by the hair and tilted his face up to mine. “I expect you to suck my dick just as well as you sucked my fingers,” I said firmly. He swallowed, looking up at me with hazy green eyes. But when I pulled myself out of my pants, my hard cock became the center of his focus. I took a step back. He let out a confused sound. I wasn’t going to force him to suck my cock. If I wanted to own him for longer than this weekend, then I had to let him to reach out and take it. “Come and get it,” I urged. This was a little cruel, because it forced him to shuffle forward on his knees, twisting the tight rope and causing it to rub over his hot skin. He groaned as he walked on his knees towards my cock, enduring the network of tension that bound his body. The strands chafed over his chest, abs, groin, and crack. His body glowed with humiliation. His dick throbbed with pressure, a vivid red-pink inside the cage. He craned his neck forward and tried to take me inside his mouth, but he misjudged the distance. It bumped against his nose and left a hot smear of my precum under his eye. That tiny bit of contact felt amazing, and I let out a shuddering exhale in anticipation of more. I reached out to grasp the knot of rope that lay just behind his neck. Then I tugged. My hold strained the network of rope all along his body, urging him to shuffle farther forward. My hand fell heavy on his neck, not pushing, but wanting. I could almost see the electric tension in the inches between Eddie’s parted lips and the wet tip of my cock. He opened his mouth wider, his breath quick and nervous on my thick, slick crown. When his tongue finally met my firm flesh, there was a near painful crackle of energy at the touch. He kept his tongue there for a second, letting me feel the shy warmth of his breath, the slickness of his tongue, before he drew back. His shoulders were rigid with tension, and his breath came even faster. My fingers curled on the back of his neck, trying to convey to him with my touch how much I wanted to shove my big cock directly into his mouth, while also telling him how much I was holding back with everything I had.