close my eyes.”
“No. I want you to relax.”
The breathing was for the day of the surgery—a meditation technique designed to calm Jonas and center him—but it would work just as well now, relaxing him so Charlie could insert the sounding rod.
Jonas closed his eyes and concentrated on breathing slowly in, then letting it all out. Slowly in, then letting it all out. Charlie spread an ample amount of lube on the sounding rod, then waited, watching Jonas, longing to touch him. But insertion would be easier if Jonas’s erection waned a bit.
When he was halfway flaccid, Charlie took him in hand. “What was your word again? Oranges? Or was it tangerines?”
Jonas laughed. “‘Stop.’ My word is ‘stop.’”
Maybe it wasn’t the way random folks on the internet said it was supposed to be, but Charlie had no intention of pushing him in a way that would require a safe word anyway. The only thing that might be an issue was the sounding, but Charlie went slow, inserting it a millimeter at a time as he’d been taught in nursing school until Jonas told him to stop.
Charlie’s one regret about the situation was that he had no good way to kiss Jonas. Not without leaning awkwardly over the bar that held Jonas’s knees and ankles apart. Charlie made sure his left hand touched only Jonas’s cock and the sounding rod and nowhere else, in order to keep things as sanitary as possible. But with the other hand, he explored Jonas’s body—teasing his nipples, caressing his thighs, fondling his scrotum. He kept his left hand moving as well, stroking Jonas’s erection and occasionally sliding the sounding bar in and out until Jonas was panting and whimpering.
“More. Please, Daddy, more.”
Charlie applied a generous amount of lube to his cock. Jonas gasped as Charlie pushed against his rim.
“Yes. Please, yes, please, yes…”
Charlie slid in deep.
“Yes!”
Only a few thrusts though before he pulled back out, smiling at Jonas’s groan of frustration.
A few strokes of Jonas’s cock. A nudge of the sounding rod.
Then thrusting in again, hard and deep.
Stroking Jonas’s cock.
Moving the sounding rod.
Thrusting, hard and deep.
He used his free hand on the spreading bar, pushing it toward Jonas’s chest so he could hit Jonas’s prostate with each thrust of his cock. Charlie pulled out again. He slid the sounding rod in and out of Jonas’s cock as he stroked him until Jonas was almost crying from the intensity of it.
Then Charlie thrust into him again.
“Oh my God. Charlie. Daddy. Please…”
“Tell me when you’re ready to come.”
Jonas whimpered, shaking his head. “Not yet, not yet, not yet, oh God…”
Charlie kept thrusting. Kept his hips moving, driving in deep, trying not to go too fast, trying to hold back rather than rushing forward to his own orgasm. He wrapped the fingers of his right hand around Jonas’s cock. He wouldn’t use it to touch Jonas’s tip, or the sounding bar, but it was safe enough to stroke Jonas’s erection. With his left, he kept the sounding bar moving, in and out, in and out, spurred on by the steady stream of words from Jonas’s lips.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God…”
The intensity of it was crazy—not just fucking Jonas, but seeing his arousal and hearing his response to the pleasure. Listening to his breathless, ragged voice. His desperation was almost palpable as he cried and whimpered, pulling at his restraints.
“Oh God, oh God, Daddy, yes, yes, yes…”
Charlie went faster, fucking Jonas violently. The bed creaked. The headboard slammed into the wall again and again. Their flesh slapped together as Charlie’s sped up, each thrust harder than the last. He couldn’t help it. Jonas’s cries grew louder, more breathless, more ragged, not so much words now as desperate animal sounds, ripped from his throat with each thrust of Charlie’s cock until he went rigid, his back arching, his mouth open as if to scream, but no sound came out.
Holding his breath as he often did when he came.
Charlie pulled the rod free.
Jonas’s orgasm burst from behind it, and Charlie roared with relief as he gave up fighting his own climax. Jonas gasped for air, almost choking, still fighting his bonds as his orgasm abated, before finally falling limp into the sheets.
“Oh my God, Charlie. I don’t even have a word for how intense that was.”
Charlie used the towel to wipe Jonas clean before moving to untie his hands. Jonas’s wrists were raw from pulling against the rope, and Charlie’s heart fell a bit.
“Maybe I shouldn’t restrain you, next