Page 63 of Blood Ties

"Yes." His voice grows raspy.

"I think you've more than earned it. You've been so patient and trusting today." I normally don't walk away and leave him alone, but with Germo standing outside the cracked door with a pair of scissors in his hand, I knew I didn't have to worry, and this is what my boy wanted. The idea of being in the cellar, trapped and unsure of what would come next, both frightened and excited him, sending him on a beautiful high, freeing his mind.

Being very experienced, I trust my own technique, and this isn't the first time I've tied him up or suspended him in theair. Once we started, it became part of our routine, something Marcus needed.

Six months ago, we went to our first class together and I let Marcus touch all the different ropes. He mentioned our play time with his therapist, and she encouraged bondage and rope play. She said it's helped many people mentally and physically which is the reason I'd considered it to begin with. Marcus's pain is more internal than external, and he is always left in a more neutral state after we finish.

I twist one of his nipples between my fingers and he stretches his back, whining. I tug at the other one, pinching down hard and his sounds become more desperate the more I play with his sensitive nubs. I continue nipple play with one hand while going back to touching his cock with the other, driving him crazy with the over stimulation. I crouch taking him into my mouth, and don't stop until my nose is buried in his crotch and his tip is hitting the back of my throat. He convulses above me, swaying a little as I continue to work my mouth up and down in perfect motion with my fingers. I keep pleasuring him with my hands and mouth until he's coming hard, screaming through gritted teeth. I swallow down every drop of his orgasm, licking and lapping his cock until it's clean. "You did so good, baby. I'm so proud."

I remove the blindfold. His eyes are half lidded and his face is flushed. "Color?"

"Verde," he whispers.

"Ready to come down?"

"Si. I want you to hold me, Papi."

I press a kiss to his cheek. "Of course, mi amor. Let me untie some of the rope and then you can have whatever you want."

I pull him down to the ground, standing by closely the whole time, supporting his body. I carefully untie the ropes, giving him more freedom to move and I pull him into my arms in acradle position. He buries his face into my neck, breathing me in. "Thank you, Papi."

"Thank you for being so fucking perfect." I press a kiss into his sweaty hair, holding him tighter, not ready to let go. He nudges his nose into my chest and then stares up at me with wide eyes. "What are you wearing?"

I laugh, stroking his back. "Clothes."

"Designed for clowns?"

I stare down at my rainbow striped suit. "I wanted to help you find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow today."

He laughs lazily, closing his eyes, his body going slack. "I almost mistook you for a stick of zebra gum."

"If you put me in your mouth, you'll come to realize I have way longer lasting flavor."

He sighs roughly. "Now I'm wishing I never asked."

"Te quiero."

"Yo también te quiero."

"Even in this suit?"

"You wouldn't be you without it."

I reach into my pocket. "I have something for you."

"Que es eso?"

"You have to open your eyes if you want to know."

His eyes blink open and I reveal what's behind my back. He beams as he strokes the plastic cock cage. "Will you put it on me?"

"Are you sure?"

He nods, licking his lips. "Yes."

I had debated back and forth whether we have reached this point again of me taking full control of his orgasms. Last time he was taken with it on and the person who removed it never should have. It was supposed to be me and only me. I'd do my damndest to make sure it is me from here on out.

His gaze meets mine, full of love and hope. "I want to take everything back, all they have stolen from me. From us. Including all the time we should have had together."

"Then we will spend the rest of our days doing exactly that."