Jake's anger simmered beneath his skin, a potent mix of fury and raw desire. It was a dangerous combination, one that Ethan had unwittingly ignited with his innocent actions. The rule was simple—no one touches what's mine—and Ethan had unknowingly crossed that line. Now, there was no turning back, and Jake was determined to make his husband pay.
In their luxurious bedroom, Ethan found himself at the mercy of his dominant partner. Normally Ethan would love to lose control but he had a feeling in his stomach that today won’t only be pleasurable. Jake's strong hands expertly tied Ethan's wrists and ankles to the four corners of the plush bed, spreading him wide open, vulnerable and exposed. The pull of the ropes automatically flexed Ethan’s muscles, hindering him immobile. Ethan couldn't escape, not that he had any intention of doing so. He knew this game well, and the anticipation of what was to come had his heart racing despite the anxiety that this could turn bad.
"You've been a naughty boy, Ethan," Jake growled, his voice low and menacing. "Breaking my rules deserves a special kind of punishment."
Ethan whimpered, his eyes pleading as he tried to speak through the ball gag that Jake had expertly fitted into his mouth. The rubber ball forced his jaws open, rendering him silent except for the muffled sounds of his desperate pleas. Jake smirked, clearly enjoying the sight of his husband's helplessness. Normally Jake enjoyed to hear the love of his life, whimper and moan under his fingertips but there were certain occasions when the desperate muffled voices his love made were more hot than his voice.
"Can't speak, huh? Well, that's no fun. I guess I'll have to find other ways to make you scream." Jake's fingers traced the contours of Ethan's body, caressing his sensitive nipples, making him squirm. Jake knew damn well what he was doing, Ethan was crazy sensitive and his nipples literally seemed like sending shockwaves to his penis, after the first few rounds of sex Jake had discovered this weakness of Ethan and he always saved his memory for special moments.
With deliberate slowness, Jake retrieved two vibrators from the bedside drawer. One was a sleek, dildo-shaped vibrator, designed to stimulate the prostate in most occasions, while the other was a smaller, bullet-shaped toy meant for external pleasure. Ethan's eyes widened as he realized what Jake intended to do. He could literally feel the vibrations without the tools being attached to him, he tugged at the ropes, muffled whimpers escaping as he attempted futilely to reason with Jake.
"Oh, you like this one, don't you?" Jake teased, holding up the dildo-shaped vibrator. "I remember how you begged for it the last time. Well, tonight, you're getting it whether you like it or not." Jake climbed back onto the bed, the tools in his hand as he advanced towards Ethan’s bound body.
Ethan's muffled protests were ignored as Jake slicked the vibrator with lube and positioned it at his entrance. Unknown to Ethan, Jake had coated the tools with the ultrasensitive lube which not only makes having sex ten times easier but also makes the sensitive and erogenous holes even more sensitive. With a firm but gentle push, he slid the vibrator inside Ethan's tight hole, filling him up. Ethan's body tensed, his eyes rolling back as he struggled to adjust to the sudden invasion. There was a beauty and a beast in this vibrator, there was a small button attached at the vibrators end, which if pressed would fill in the asshole of the person it is getting inserted to, normally everyone has their own width and length of the hole, so you can adjust on how much you want to fill yourself in, Jake pressed the button and Ethan felt the tip of the vibrator touch his prostate, he bit into the ball gag as pleasure erupted in his body, he could feel his body having a hard time getting adjusted to the addition.
"Relax, baby," Jake whispered, his voice softening momentarily. He shifted closer to Ethan’s face, and hovered over him, looking directly in his eyes as he said, "It's just the beginning. I'm gonna make you feel so good." and then the deadly Jake smirk.
But Ethan knew better of that smirk. That smirk and Jake's idea of pleasure often involved a healthy dose of pain and teasing. As if to prove his point, Jake grabbed the other vibrator and taped it to Ethan's throbbing cock, ensuring it stayed in place. The bullet vibrator buzzed against his sensitive glans, sending shivers of pleasure and anticipation through his body. The vibrator wasn’t moving up and down, instead strangely it was stuck at the cock but its vibrations were strong enough to cascade throughout Ethan’s hardened cock.
"There, now we're ready for some real fun," Jake said, his eyes glinting with mischief. "But first, let's not forget your most ticklish spot."
Ethan's eyes widened further, his muffled whimpers becoming more frantic. He knew Jake was referring to his belly button, a spot that was ridiculously sensitive and ticklish. Ethan's worst nightmare was about to become a reality.
Jake's fingers danced across Ethan's taut stomach, teasingly close to his navel but never quite touching it. Ethan's body tensed, his muscles twitching in anticipation of the impending tickle attack.
"Please, Jake... no... not there," Ethan begged, his words barely intelligible through the gag. Ethan can stay tied up for days, he won’t even need food or water, he was exactly that strong and addicted to BDSM, his pleasure scale was that high but if there was one thing Ethan couldn’t stand for even a second it was tickling and definitely not in his bellybutton. Jake also knew pretty well that Ethan’s bellybutton wasn’t just sensitive, with the right vibrations and proper dance of fingers, Ethan could be made to come even through bellybutton tickling but that was a story for another day, at this moment, Jake just wanted to remind Ethan whom he belonged to.
Jake's fingers finally dipped into Ethan's belly button, sending waves of ticklish sensations through his body. He squirmed and writhed, his laughter turning into desperate gasps as Jake's fingers danced and prodded, finding every sensitive spot.
"Oh, you're so ticklish, my love," Jake purred, his voice filled with amusement. "But this is just the warm-up. I have something special for your little belly button." Jake said smiling, which voice dangerously soft and vile.
Jake went back to their cupboard and retrieved a small, battery-operated flosser, designed for oral hygiene but perfectly suited for tickle torture. He switched it on, the tiny bristles vibrating with an almost sinister hum. Ethan's eyes widened in horror as Jake positioned the flosser at the entrance of his navel.
"No, please, Jake, don't!" Ethan's muffled cries were desperate, but Jake was relentless. He slowly inserted the flosser into Ethan's belly button, the vibrations intensifying with each millimeter it penetrated. Ethan's body convulsed, his laughter turning into desperate moans as the ticklish sensations overwhelmed him.
"That's it, baby, let it all out," Jake cooed, his fingers now tracing the vibrator on Ethan's cock, making sure he was fully aroused and sensitive. "You're so beautiful when you're helpless."
Ethan's body was a mess of sensations—the vibrator in his ass, the bullet on his cock, and now the flosser in his belly button, all working in unison to drive him crazy. He wanted release, but Jake was a master of denial, knowing exactly when to push and when to pull back.
"Please, Jake, let me cum," Ethan begged, his words muffled and desperate. "I'll do anything, just let me finish."
It had been already half an hour and Jake had the audacity to sit there smug, watching his fiance who was immobile, hard, denied of orgasm, and struggling with whatever movement possible at his state, while sipping whiskey from the plush chair kept at the end of the bed.
Jake's response was to switch on the vibrators at their highest settings. Ethan's body jerked, his eyes rolling back as the intense vibrations sent him spiraling towards the edge of orgasm. But just as he was about to climax, Jake switched off the vibrators, leaving him teetering on the brink of pleasure.
"Not yet, my love," Jake whispered, his breath hot against Ethan's ear. "I want you to feel this for a while longer."
With that, he switched on the flosser at full intensity, sending Ethan into a fit of ticklish agony. His body thrashed against the restraints, his laughter turning into desperate cries as the vibrations tickled every nerve in his belly button.
For what felt like an eternity, Jake let the flosser work its magic, torturing Ethan with ticklish pleasure. Finally, after fifteen long minutes, he switched it off, leaving Ethan panting and utterly spent.
"That's enough for now," Jake said, his voice laced with satisfaction. "But we're not done yet. I have some important business to attend to, and I want you to stay like this, nice and tied up."
Ethan's eyes widened in disbelief as Jake switched on the vibrators again, this time at medium settings. The bullet on his cock and the dildo in his ass buzzed to life, sending waves of pleasure through his body. But it wasn't enough to push him over the edge. Especially not anymore after what he had just gone through.
"Please, Jake, I need more," Ethan begged, his words barely coherent through the gag.
Jake smirked, clearly enjoying the power he held over his husband. He adjusted the flosser, setting it to a light intensity, and placed it back in Ethan's belly button. The gentle vibrations added a new layer of sensation, a constant ticklish reminder of his vulnerability.
"There, that should keep you occupied," Jake whispered, his breath hot against Ethan's ear. "I'll be back soon, and we'll continue our little game. Just remember, whom you belong to."
With that, Jake left the room, leaving Ethan tied up, vibrators buzzing, and a flosser gently tickling his belly button. Ethan tried to call out, his muffled cries barely reaching beyond the confines of the bedroom. He was at the mercy of his husband's whims, and the thought of what might come next both terrified and excited him.
As the minutes ticked by, Ethan's body continued to squirm and writhe, a testament to the conflicting sensations coursing through him. The vibrators teased and denied, the flosser tickled and tormented, and Ethan was left to endure the agonizing pleasure, waiting for his husband's return, and the continuation of their erotic game.
There were times when Ethan felt he would pass out, but he doesn’t know whether it was the prostate massage or the sudden heavy shocks that coursed through his cock were the one keeping him wide awake and writhing for more.
to be continued…
