went to the buttons on his shirt, though they were shaking a little, and he fumbled.
“Come on.” I snapped my fingers in front of him. “Clothes off, Aaron. Now.”
He gulped, gave up on unbuttoning his shirt, and pulled it over his head instead. Then came the undershirt, and he made quick work of his jeans and boxers too. He was still hard—I suspected he would be at least until Kelly started binding him. Probably even after that, depending on what Kelly had up his sleeve.
Nodding toward Kelly, I said, “Kneel in front of him.”
Aaron did as he was told. I stood beside him and gently stroked his hair. “Safe words?”
He licked his lips. “Red and yellow.”
“And you’re ready for this?”
He nodded, and he looked me right in the eyes as he said, “Yes.”
“Good.” I leaned down, kissed his forehead, and then stepped back and looked at Kelly. “He’s all yours.”
While I took a seat in the chair beside the dresser, Kelly got to work. It was an elaborate setup, that was for sure. With some bondage tape, Kelly secured Aaron’s hands behind his neck, and a stainless steel spreader bar kept Aaron’s ankles apart. Then he brought out an absolutely evil-looking cock cage with ball clamps, and the way Aaron gulped when he saw it sent a shiver through me. He winced a few times as Kelly put it on him, fastening the metal rings around his cock and the clamp snugly—but not overly tightly—over his balls. Once that was in place, Kelly attached a cord to it, and tied the other end to the spreader bar. It was taut, but not tight—probably not the most comfortable thing in the world, but as long as Aaron didn’t move, it wouldn’t pull and make his dick hurt. All he had to do was sit perfectly still.
I had a feeling Kelly wasn’t going to make that easy for him, though, and he didn’t disappoint. A pair of nipple clamps joined the party, and those two were attached to a cord, one that went between Aaron’s legs and to the spreader bar. If he moved, it would rub uncomfortably on his groin or balls and pull at his nipples.
Kelly stood back and looked over his handiwork. Then he turned to me. “What do you think?”
I grinned. “I think he’d be smart to move as little as possible.”
“Uh-huh,” Kelly said with a devilish gleam in his eyes.
Aaron grimaced.
Watching him, Kelly turned serious. “Is this okay for your knees and back?”
“Yeah.” Aaron nodded. “It’s fine.”
“Good.” The demonic glint came back, and Kelly rubbed his hands together. “Okay. So. You’re going to stay just like that. As long as you don’t move, nothing will pull.”
Aaron looked up at him, and the oh shit in his eyes nearly made me laugh out loud with sadistic glee. He was in for a ride, and we all knew it.
Kelly walked around Aaron, trailing his fingertips across his bare shoulders. Aaron shivered, and from the hitch of his breath, even that subtle motion had come at a price.
“What’s wrong?” Kelly teased, running his fingers below Aaron’s hairline. “Aren’t you comfortable?”
Aaron grunted.
“Answer him,” I ordered.
Aaron swallowed. “Yeah. I’m, uh… I’m comfortable.” He winced, though I wasn’t sure what had tugged or pinched just then. “Kind of. Not really.”
Kelly beamed. “Perfect!” He clapped his hands together. “Let’s get started!”
Aaron closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and released it.
“Aaron, are you ready?” I asked.
“Yes.” He looked right at me. “I’m ready.”
Oh, he was more than ready. Nervous, yes, but ready. Hungry.
Grinning, I said to Kelly, “He’s all yours.”
He didn’t hesitate, and he didn’t keep me in suspense over why he’d asked if Aaron was ticklish.
He took a crop whip from the duffel bag, and he trailed its soft lash up the middle of Aaron’s spine. Aaron shivered, and he instantly grimaced. When Kelly dragged the lash down the side of Aaron’s ribs, Aaron tried to jerk away from it, and a throaty “Fuck!” escaped his lips.
Behind him, Kelly grinned wickedly. In my chair, I shifted a little to accommodate my hard-on.
Kelly kept going, Aaron kept squirming and swearing, and I kept watching.
God, I loved predicament bondage. While physical pain was something I could take or leave, the mind fuckery was intoxicating. I got off less on how much he hurt and more on how much he clearly had to struggle between choosing between pulling away from the stimulation or staying perfectly still so the various clamps didn’t tug. Sometimes the responses were