Page 81 of Mr. Naughty List
Aaron nodded.
“Good.” He knotted the tie behind Aaron’s head, and Aaron shivered in the darkness. He hadn’t been too aware of using his eyes since he’d had them screwed shut for the most part while being spanked and belted, but now that he couldn’t see, even if he wanted to, he felt more vulnerable than ever.
“First things first,” RJ said, and Aaron heard the sound of RJ’s shoes clomping to the floor and clothes coming off. He wished he could see RJ’s body, but he held still, ass hurting like he’d never known possible and his cock aching like hell. He wanted to come, but he wanted to make this last for the rest of his life too.
“Get on the bed,” RJ said. “On your back.”
It was harder than it should be to get onto the bed without being able to see, but he managed it, though less than gracefully given the small huff of laughter RJ let out. Aaron settled on his back, letting out a small shriek of pain as his sore ass touched the sheets.
“Hands up to the headboard,” RJ said from beside the bed, where Aaron could hear him opening drawers. He winced when he heard RJ’s chuckle.
“Oh, baby, this is a nice set of toys you have here.”
Aaron opened his mouth to answer but remembered the no-words rule when RJ’s finger descended on his lips.
“I think I’ll have fun with these. Now, what did I say? Hands on the headboard, slut.”
Aaron shivered and thrust his hands up to touch the wooden headboard behind him.
“I don’t have restraints,” RJ said. “But I want you to imagine I do. Pretend your hands are stuck there. No matter what I do, don’t take them off.”
No touching now too? No words. No touching. He was just supposed to, what? Lie back and take it? He shivered again.Fuck yes.
“Good,” RJ murmured, taking hold of Aaron’s throbbing dick again and squeezing it. “I see you like that idea a hell of a lot.” RJ rubbed Aaron’s slick pre-come around the sensitive crown, making him moan and squirm, which only rubbed his sore ass against the sheets, making him tear up and somehow nearly come.
RJ dropped his cock. “Oh no, not yet. If you come before I say you can, I don’t think you’ll enjoy the punishment.”
Aaron didn’t know what to make of that threat, but he held very still, taking in steady breaths.
“Now, let’s see how you like this,” RJ said. “I already know I’m going to love it.”
RJ was insanelyhard. He was sweaty and desperate, and he wanted to fuck Aaron, but he had bigger plans than that. Including slicking up the big fat toy he’d found in Aaron’s drawer and sliding it up Aaron’s hot, quivering ass.
“That’s so good,” he encouraged as Aaron squirmed and moaned, obviously struggling to get the full girth of the ridiculous thing inside. Either he didn’t use it very much or he’d never used it at all, because Aaron was a shocked, sweaty mess when RJ finally pushed the base flush against his trembling ass cheeks. His cock was so hard it was nearly purple and pre-come slipped down the sides of his stomach as he strained in pleasure.
“That’s gorgeous,” RJ murmured, slipping up to kiss Aaron’s red, panting mouth and whisper encouragement in his ear. “You’re stretched so wide.”
Aaron whined and turned to RJ, his expression one of wrecked pain and pleasure mixed together, his tongue outstretched begging for a kiss. RJ gave him one and sank into a sweet exchange of spit and tongue strokes, pressing his hard cock against Aaron’s hip as they kissed and squirmed together.
“That’s enough of that,” he said, pulling away and laughing at Aaron’s soft noise of disappointment. “Don’t worry. You’ll like the next part. I promise.”
He was torn between some nipple torture, which he thought Aaron would really get off on, and getting his own needs met sooner rather than later. He decided on the latter. He’d already gone above and beyond in fulfilling some of Aaron’s kinks, so he might as well get in a few of his own.
RJ reached for the lube and prepped himself while Aaron waited, breathing hard, his skin splotchy red and the giant dildo in his ass, his legs splayed. RJ straddled Aaron’s hips and without preamble or warning, gripped his straining cock and guided it straight to RJ’s lubed and marginally stretched asshole.
Aaron lifted his hips to meet RJ’s descent, his mouth open in pleasured shock, a low, “Ooooooh fuuuuuuuuuuuhhhh,” slipping out of him, the lack of a consonant at the end the only thing that kept it from being a violation of their rules for the night.
RJ slipped two fingers in Aaron’s open mouth, further distorting the sound, and hinged them into his cheek, tugging slightly like on a horse’s bit. “Stop moving.”
Aaron shuddered and stilled his hips. RJ wasn’t a size queen since he wasn’t really much of a bottom at all, so he was happy with Aaron’s nice, average dick. But he needed Aaron to let him be in charge of the fuck.
“Good boy,” RJ murmured, rubbing his fingers against the slick skin inside Aaron’s mouth, thinking of how it felt so similar to the slickness in Aaron’s ass and the slickness in his own. Slickness that Aaron was now feeling on his bare cock. For the first time ever.
RJ almost regretted the rules then. Aaron’s whole body was taut like a bow, and his breath came in harsh, emotional pants. Yet the rules kept whatever he was feeling—whatever this meant to him—locked up inside. But he wasn’t going to change the game now.
RJ pulled his fingers from Aaron’s mouth, bent forward to kiss his lips, and groaned as the movement shoved Aaron’s cock against his prostate. That too-much, too-good sensation that he’d never been sure he truly liked shocked him to the core.
Aaron held so still, letting RJ kiss him, a shocked silence filling the space where before there had been so much variety of noise: cries, whimpers, sobs, stifled curses, and moans of pleasure. Now there was tense, blaring stillness. And then…