Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) (51 page)

So now he bent over the bar, reached backwards, and spread his butt cheeks.

He’d given himself a suppository earlier this morning, just to be sure he was clean inside even though Isaac hadn’t told him to. He relaxed as much as possible, knowing he’d done everything he could to be ready, and prepared his psyche and body to accept Isaac’s thick cock.

Isaac pushed until the head was in and stopped to say, “Okay, grab the bar.”

Frisco grabbed it with his hands close together, and buried his head between his arms as he concentrated on breathing and relaxing.

Isaac had made him put his feet on the outside of the side struts, and he had to fight his body to keep them there. It would be so much easier if he could bring his legs closer together, but…this wasn’t about easy.

“You ready for more?”

The question wasn’t about dominance; Isaac was checking in, making sure Frisco was okay. “I’ll be fine, Isaac. I’ve seen you with Cam; you know what to look for. I trust you.”

“Yes, I know what to look for, and that’s why I’m checking in. Answer the question.”

“Yes, Isaac. I’m ready for more.” God,
please
.

Frisco wished he could look into Isaac’s eyes, but the decision wasn’t up to him today.

Isaac pushed and Frisco held his breath, realized what he was doing, and forced himself to breathe.

When it was too much, Frisco grunted and tried to keep from yelping, but didn’t quite make it.

“You’re doing good, almost a third of the way.” Isaac patted his hip. “It’s been so long for you, this is kind of like fucking an experienced virgin… so damned
tight
, and yet you know what to do to open up and take me.”

Isaac started a steady push in, and Frisco gasped and yelled, “A second, please! God, I just need a second.
Fuck
.”

“There we go.” Isaac’s voice was so deep the vibrations seemed to caress Frisco’s skin. “And since you said
please
so nice, I’ll even give it to you. Let me know when you’re ready for more.”

Part of the reason for stretching the submissive out and lengthening their spine as they reached forward was to emphasize their lack of choice in position, but another reason was it robbed them of the ability to push back if they wanted more.

This would be easier if Frisco could push himself onto Isaac, but the point of today’s session was for Isaac to take control, and for Frisco to submit.

God, this would be so much easier if he could just fucking
submit
without analyzing everything from the Dom point of view.

“I’m ready for more, please Isaac.”

Isaac had let Frisco dictate what he was comfortable with, for the most part. Neither had wanted to use Sir or Master, and had agreed to use Isaac’s name as an honorific.

Frisco pushed out with his internal muscles and welcomed Isaac’s cock as best he could. He wanted to be filled, wanted to be fucked, and was frustrated it was taking so long to get started.

“Sshhh. Calm down.” Isaac’s hands rubbed his back. “You’re okay, and we have all the time we need. Once I get in I’m not going to take it easy on you, so appreciate my kind and gentle nature while it lasts.”

Frisco chuckled in spite of the cock up his ass, “Okay, good point. Still, I think I’m up for taking the rest of you, if you want to try another slow slide, please Isaac?”

“Mmmm, I think I want to go out and back in a while, before I give you the rest of me. You have a good grip?”

Frisco adjusted his hands and nodded. “Yeah, I think so.”

“You missing something?”

“Yes, I think so,
Isaac
.”

“There we go.”

Frisco gasped as Isaac pulled almost all the way out and pressed back in.

“Ohhh, yeah. Such a tight ass,” Isaac groaned as he bent forward and reached for Frisco’s cock. “And you’re still hard. You like having my cock up your ass?”

“Yes, Isaac.
God
yes.”

Isaac picked up speed and Frisco began breathing in time to the thrusts, and then yelping and screaming each time Isaac went deeper than the time before.

Frisco didn’t know how long Isaac had been fucking him when he finally felt the other Dom’s body slap into Frisco’s bottom, he only knew he was close to coming and wasn’t sure he could hold back.

Before they’d started, Isaac had told him he could come whenever he wanted, but not to expect the fucking to stop just because he’d blown his wad, saying, “You
know
I can keep at it for hours, and I intend to fuck you raw. If you aren’t up for it, tell me now.”

Frisco had been sure he was up for it, but now, so close to coming, he was no longer sure.

“I’m so close, Isaac, and I don’t want to come yet!”

Isaac pulled out and stepped away. “Glad you told me. I can’t promise I’ll stop every time, but I was just about ready to change positions anyway. Go stand over the drain.”

Frisco did, and put his hands at the back of his head one again.

Isaac looked at him a second and said, “When you’re out on your posts with your leg in the air in front of you, you’re standing on your left, with your right extended, correct?”

Frisco nodded, and Isaac stooped to attach the pulley’s chain to his left ankle cuff.

He stood, grabbed the dangling chain, and pulled.

Frisco had designed the system to be loud, another way to strike fear into the hearts of his boys.

It worked.

Frisco once again considered Isaac’s reasoning for doing this in Frisco’s playroom — another way to drive home the power imbalance. Nothing like Topping someone on their own equipment.

“Lean forward,” Isaac told him as Frisco’s leg went up.

When Frisco’s head was aimed down and his left leg sticking up behind him, he said, “We agreed on only simple bondage.”

“There’s one chain attached to one ankle cuff. How much simpler can we get?”

Apparently, they had a different definition of simple.

“If I were putting Cam in this position,” Isaac said, “his arms would be behind his back and he’d likely have weights on his balls. You aren’t used to this, so you have your hands free, and I note you’re using them on the ground in front of you to keep stable.”

When Frisco didn’t say anything, Isaac said, “If you feel this is outside of what you agreed to I’ll let you down, but I told you I’d primarily only want to use enough bondage to get you into the positions I wanted to fuck you in.”

Typical Dom approach, offer the ability to not do what you hate, so you’ll realize you have no right to demand something different.

“No, Isaac. You’re right. I don’t like this but it’s within our agreement and I’m sure I’ll survive.”

The position spread his legs without opening his hole, and Frisco bellowed as Isaac entered him again — all at once with no chance to get used to him.

Isaac held him stable as he fucked him, thank goodness, because this time there was nothing gentle or compassionate about it.

Frisco’s cock stayed hard, but he was never close to an orgasm while in this position, and he breathed a sigh of relief when Isaac finally pulled out and released the pulley.

“Into the sling, face up.”

Isaac didn’t give him the luxury of bondage in this position, but had him loop his legs around some of the leather straps, so he was laying on his back in almost the missionary position.

“Grab the handles and don’t let go.”

Frisco had wanted eye contact, and he got it — their gazes locked as Isaac pushed slowly the first couple of inches, and then reached for Frisco’s shoulders and pulled him closer all at once.

Frisco’s eyes closed when he yelped, but he opened them as soon as he could.

“Where’s my cock?” Isaac demanded.

“Up my ass, Isaac.”

“Damned straight it is, and you’ve done good at following orders so don’t blow it now by letting go. I want your hands to stay put, understood?”

“Yes, Isaac.”

His friend grabbed Frisco’s waist, and then proceeded to use a combination of moving Frisco and thrusting his own hips so Frisco felt as if he were being jackhammered.

He’d seen Isaac go at Cam both hard and fast, and he was finally on the receiving end. God, it was everything he’d hoped for, and more.

Frisco couldn’t catch his breath, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t hold his eyes open. He held onto the leather for dear life, afraid this would stop if he let go.

He felt the stirring in his balls, and his voice was a staccato as he warned, “I’m close, so close!”

“Deal with it. I won’t stop for your orgasm, though, if you choose to have it.”

Choose
to have it? Shit, he had tons of control when he could be in charge of speed and depth and position, but like this? Totally at Isaac’s mercy?

Frisco screamed as he felt his orgasm in his balls, then at the spot inside and above them, and finally felt his warm jizz on his stomach and chest as the room swam and his perception of reality shattered.

Isaac didn’t slow, and Frisco screamed again as reality came crashing back and the movement, depth, and especially the width were suddenly too much.

“We are nowhere near being finished; I suggest you find a way to enjoy it again.”

Despite his threats, Isaac only fucked him at that speed another couple of minutes before pressing in and holding.

As soon as Isaac ran his fingers across the cum on his stomach, Frisco knew what came next.

As the finger approached his mouth, Frisco opened without being told.

It took several minutes, and a lot of trips back and forth until Frisco’s stomach and chest were clean.

Isaac stroked Frisco’s cock a few times. It wasn’t hard, but was beginning to consider coming back to life.

“Are you getting interested again because I made you eat your own cum, or because I’m holding my cock inside of you?”

“I think it’s probably a combination of everything, Isaac. The position, you having clothes on when I don’t, your cock in my ass, my legs spread so I can’t really get them together without rearranging, and my having to keep my hands up and away.”

“I’m going to let you down, and I want you to re-lube your ass, my cock, and I’ll let you get your own cock slick this time. Use the gloves.”

Isaac fucked Frisco doggie style on the mat for-fucking-ever, and then went to his back and ordered Frisco to ride him — reverse cowgirl.

Frisco’s ass was so sore, and so raw, but he somehow managed to go fast enough to please the demanding man.

“On your back, I think I want to finish you off by fucking you like a girl.”

Isaac made Frisco put his hands under him, at the small of his back, before looping Frisco’s knees over Isaac’s elbows.

This time, the eye contact was so close, and so intimate, Frisco had to force himself to maintain it.

He’d always loved this man, though until recently it’d been just as a friend and brother. For so many years, Isaac was the only person he’d allowed into his heart, other than family, and now he was in his body,
physically
, and it was almost too much.

When Isaac tired of going slow he sped up, and then he’d slow down again. When he finally sped enough Frisco thought Isaac might finally be about to come, Frisco begged, “Can I please stroke myself? God, I want to come so bad but I need help for the second time!”

“No. We both know what comes next, and I want you hard for it.”

Shit. Frisco had agreed to a final, sadistic act to end the scene. What the hell had possessed him to agree to let Isaac squeeze his balls three times, for six, nine, and twelve seconds?

Frisco’s ass was totally relaxed now as Isaac slammed in and out of it, and manhandled Frisco as if he were a large doll.

When Isaac finally came, he pulled out and aimed it all over Frisco’s face…and the smaller man closed his eyes and accepted it.

“Open your mouth, let me shoot in it. C’mon, are you gonna submit or not?”

Frisco opened his mouth and let his friend shoot straight into it, and when he finished, let Isaac once again scoop the cum from Frisco’s face and force him to eat it.

When Isaac was satisfied with the job he sat up and then stood, and offered Frisco a hand up.

“Go to my room. I’m going to restrain you for the final bit; I won’t require you to lie still for it. I’ll get a warm washcloth so I can clean you up properly when we’ve finished, and I’ll meet you in there.”

Frisco had been able to dictate ninety percent of today’s scene — what he would and would not submit to, terminology, and the general atmosphere. Isaac had been firm that the scene would end with something big, and the whole thing had almost fallen apart because of it.

In the end, Frisco agreed to the ball crushing because he thought it would be quicker and easier than the other things Isaac proposed.

Isaac wasted no time spreading Frisco out in a giant X on the bed, bound tight with his limbs stretched.