The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting long shadows across the walls. The air was thick with anticipation, a heady mix of excitement and nervousness that hung between the two men like a tangible force. Damien stood at the foot of the bed, his tall, lean frame exuding a casual confidence that belied the mischievous glint in his eyes. Silas, on the other hand, lay bound and helpless, his muscular body restrained by thick ropes that dug into his wrists and ankles, securing him firmly to the bedposts of the rather large bed. The soft cotton sheets beneath him were already damp with sweat, a testament to the tension that had been building since the moment Damien had revealed his plans.
"You lost the bet, fair and square," Damien said, his voice low and laced with amusement like velvet and silk, he worked meticulously as he tightened the ropes around Silas's wrists. His fingers brushed against Silas's skin, sending a shiver down the younger man's spine. Silas squirmed out of instinct, his heart pounding in his chest, the reality of his situation sinking in with every passing second.
"Come on, Damien, you don’t have to do this. I’ll owe you, I swear!" Silas's voice was pleading and squeaky, his green eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement.
Damien's smirk widened, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief and satisfaction as he had his bestfriend exactly where he wanted.
"Too late, buddy. You said if I beat you at poker, I could do whatever I wanted. And here we are." He leaned closer, his breath hot on Silas's neck, his scent—a mix of sandalwood and something uniquely Damien—filling Silas's senses. Damien eyed Silas, as he felt the younger man tensing under his gaze, he growled the next words almost in a whisper yet so dreadfully strong.
"You're mine to play with now." and with that Damien moved away from Silas’s ear as he began with his little adventure.
Silas's body tensed immediately as Damien's fingers began to dance across his sides, light and teasing at first.
"No, no, stop! I hate being tickled!" Silas laughed, his body twisting against the restraints, the ropes biting into his skin.
"Damien, pleasehaahaahaaha! I’m beggihaahahaohahahahang youhahaahahaha!" His laughter was infectious, filling the room, but it quickly turned into desperate gasps as Damien's fingers found their mark – a spot near where his belly ends and waist begins,
"Beg all you want," Damien chuckled, his voice deep and rumbling as he leaned closer, his fingers tracing patterns across Silas's ribs, dipping into his armpits, and skimming over his thighs. A technique he had mastered which he knew would completely destroy his ridiculously ticklish bestfriend.
"You’re mine, NOW." Damien whispered in Silas’s ear, and began his relentless touch, his fingers a blur as they danced across Silas's most sensitive spots.
SILAS’S POV –
Silas bucked. Howled. Thrashed. But the fucking ropes his bastard of a bestfriend had tied had left him completely at the mercy of his bestfriend.
“Daaahahahamamamamyyyy plehahaahahhseee–fuchaahahahakaaaaa-no no no no no–whathahahahahahaaa-bastaraahahaahhadaaahahaha” Silas screamed and thrashed around.
Never his in wildest desires had he imagined, his childhood crush, his diaper-aged bestfriend, his girls to sex-toy sharing partner, Damien would actually toss him off at poker and worse tickle the living shit out of him. Silas was running out of breath and he would probably pass out, if Damien seriously plans on sticking to that deadly inner thighs of Silas, but he could also not ignore how ridiculously hard he had gotten ever since this whole game started. Silas knew Damien was gay, he had came out to Silas when they were in 5th grade, but Damien was still unaware that Silas was gay too and fuck, his first crush and love was Damien himself. Silas lusted over Damien but he never considered or even imagined Damien to look this hot.
Clad in those tight leather pants, shirtless and a simple outline of Damien’s rock hard cock, which was brushing more than a few times on Silas’s thigh, as Damien hovered over him to tickle, made Silas’s own cock jump a few times. Damien looked hot, more hot than Silas had ever imagined or seen him, and somehow despite his hatred towards tickling, his strong aversion to it, his ridiculous sensitivity to it, the smaller twink-blonde guy was rather enjoying a bit too much under the relentless fingers of the brown haired man.
“PLEASHEAHAHAHAHAAH DAMIEANAANANANANANANNN” Silas begged, or rather howled in laughter.
“Yes baby?” Damien replied without missing a beat, his relentless fingers working it’s magic on Silas’s stomach and pelvic region.
Silas tried to ignore the effect that single word from Damien did on him and managed to squeak out a plead, “STAAHAHAHAHAPPP” he squeaked, his voice seriously reduced to an unmanly, banshee rather than human.
“No can do.” and with that Damien went back to Silas’s armpits, making him buck harder.
DAMIEN’S POV –
Time moved slowly for Silas, on the other hand Damien made sure to count every second of the pleasure he was injecting on his little bestfriend.
Silas's laughter turned into frantic pleas, his body drenched in sweat, his muscles straining against the ropes.
"Pleasehaha… s-sto-stop… I ca-can’t…" His voice was hoarse, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Damien's fingers continued their merciless assault ignoring Silas’s pleas of release.
The tickling was unbearable, a torrent of sensation that threatened to overwhelm him. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Damien stopped.
Silas lay panting, his chest heaving, his body slick with sweat, his mind reeling from the onslaught. His body falling limp as he closed his eyes, a sense of relief washing over him, thinking it was over.
However, his relief was short-lived.
"Don’t get too comfortable," Damien said, his tone darkening with a hint of cruelty. He stretched and straightened, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light as he reached for the drawer beside the bed.
Silas's eyes snapped open as his mind registered the words that left Damien’s mouth but his words dried up, his heart sinking as he watched Damien pull out a vacuum pump and a massive dildo, setting them on the bed with a deliberate clatter.
He then went to a nearby shelf and took out a big scissor, advancing slowly towards Silas’s bound state as he kept rubbing the metal with a soft cloth.
"Time for round two." Damien said ever-so-casually like he had suggested they take a walk in the park. He didn’t waste a moment as he slid the cold metal on Silas’s thighs, and started stripping off Silas from the last piece of clothing he had.
"What the fuck? No, Damien-DAMIE–don’t—" Silas's protest was cut off as Damien moved with swift efficiency, his speed equivalent to that of light, his hands deft as he cut through Silas’s underwear and attached the vacuum pump to Silas's cock at one go. The cold plastic immediately sealed itself around him, the suction intense and immediate, taking the form of his cock, and suffocating it. A sharp gasp followed by a whimper escaped Silas’s mouth –
"DAMIEN, ple-please, th-that’s toohoo maach!" Silas's voice was strained, the whimper caught between a moan and cry of pain, his mind stuck between desire and release, his heart confused on love or lust, his body arched off the bed as the pump began to work its magic, drawing blood into his cock, making it throb with a painful hardness.
"Shh," Damien whispered, his voice a soft caress as he prepared to proceed to the next step of his plan, he took the dildo and coated it heavily with lube before slowly but firmly pressing the dildo against Silas's entrance. He took a pillow and placed it right beneath his hip region, immobilising Silas further and making the entrance to his hole even more easier before continuing,
"You’re gonna take it, and you’re gonna like it." His eyes locked with Silas's, his expression unreadable as he slowly pushed the dildo inside.
Silas moaned, “Fuckaaaaaaaaaaaaaahmmm..ohh..umm…hah-hah-ouuhm…ooh”, his body tensing, his cock throbbing in the pump as the dildo slid deep into his ass, stretching him, filling him. His eyes rolled back as his head fell on the pillow with a thud, he whimpered unfiltered, way too pleasure filled to fully understand what’s going on,
"Fuck… Daaamieee… too much…pleaaase-please" Silas's voice was a ragged whisper, his body trembling as the sensations overwhelmed him.
The pump sucked relentlessly, his cock a throbbing pillar of need, while the dildo filled him, pressing against his prostate, sending waves of pleasure crashing through him.
“That’s right baby…let that cute, and tight little ass..get some pleasure…you wanted this didn’t you, tell me baby…look me in the eye and tell me?” Damien whispered as he moved closer towards Silas’s face, and stopped only when they were inches apart. Their noses almost touching, their breaths getting entangled together and dancing in the shared tension. Silas felt his breath hitch, as he fumbled on what to say,
“I-I-wha-what d-do yo-you mean..umm…ahm” Silas fumbled as he fought to keep a straight face, his voice broken in moans and face turning side to side, in pleasure and unable to keep eye-contact with Damien.
Damien kept staring at Silas’s face as he watched eyes full of lust, and devoured the pleasure filled face of Silas. He studied, each facial scrunch, the way Silas’s lips were bitten, the way Silas was moaning, the way he tried to move even an inch to fasten the process, the sheer vulnerability and helplessness Damien had inflicted on Silas. He took all of it in, before dropping the bomb, “Remember last week, when you were drunk and stranded and I gave you a ride home” Damien said with a low smirk.
Silas immediately snapped his head so fast, he was scared his neck would give out, he begged with all his power that he was completely wrong on what he was guessing where this was going so he fumbled over a whisper, “ye-yeah?”
“A little stupid-bug told me that day, someone I knew all this while, someone who was right infront of my eyes, someone whom i know in-and-out, I claim to know too well, was hiding a deadly secret…” Damien whispered, his breath tickling Silas’s ears as he bit on the upper flab of his ear.
Silas barely managed to hold on to the moan, as he whimpered, “Da-damie ple-pleaseeee-please-I-I–ca-can ex-plain…plea–” but he was cut off as Damien spoke up,
"Not yet," Damien said, his voice calm and controlled as he got up to adjust the settings on the pump to medium.
Silas's body arched trying to accustom the new sensations, his muscles straining against the restraints, his cock throbbing and his ass filled, but the ropes and the additional strap Damien added around his waist while setting the dildo kept him from moving enough to find release.
"You’re not going anywhere," Damien said, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he stepped back, his eyes roaming over Silas's bound body with a possessive hunger.
“I will give you soooo much time to explain baby..” Damien said as his hands slid lower and gave a little wiggle on Silas’s balls making his breath get caught in his throat, a sharp gasp released. “We will have soooo much fun together….don’t hurry…we have time…” Damien brushed his fingers lightly over Silas’s legs, as he kept moving lower, “we have all the time in the world.”
“Da-da-damie ple-please li-lis–” Silas’s voice kept breaking trying to adjust to the thousand finite and millions of infinite sensations coursing physically and mentally all through him.
“NO.” Damien looked up, and for the first time Silas saw something different, something that made him immediately submit to Damien, something that made him realise he shouldn’t dare to question whatever it is that is in Damien’s eyes.
“You are going to be a good boy, and take it. You are going to lie there, and moan, beg, scream in pleasure. You are going to–” and Damien went closer to Silas’s face again, their lips barely brushing as he growled “make up for all the years we lost baby boy.” and with that he momentarily left the room, to let Silas suffer and drown in his mindless thoughts or
in this case, pleasure filled ones.
SILAS’S POV –
Silas lay panting, his body a mass of conflicting sensations, his mind reeling from the intensity of it all. He was trapped, helpless, at Damien's mercy, and the realization sent a shiver of fear and excitement through him.
He tried his best to move even an inch, his cock throbbed desperately in the pump, his ass getting fucked hard with each thrust, his prostrate had probably turned into jelly if that was even possible, heck Silas himself was reduced to just a mess of nerves and it was surprise to him that he still hadn’t passed out. Silas had an healthy obsession in watching porn, and he often found BDSM videos quite hot but he always felt them way too exhilarating, way too much of control and powerplay, something way beyond his reach thus he always convinced him to stay within his limits and not make a mess of himself. Now lying on Damien’s big ass bed, his legs spread apart, a dildo fucking him hard non-stop, his cock sucked out of its juices and blood he understood how intensively pleasureable the whole thing was, and how little met the eye.
As Silas was lost in pleasure, thoughts and sensations which made it impossible to control himself from rolling his eyes backward, biting his lips, and moaning in pleasure, he barely noticed Damien entering the room with an even more dominating aura now that they had passed the preliminary stage.
Damien moved with deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving Silas's body, as he leaned down, his dark hair falling forward, brushing against Silas's sensitive skin and making him jolt back to reality but before Silas could make up on what was happening, a moan mixed with whimper slipped out of his mouth,
"Fuck, Damieenn… do-oon’t…" Silas whimpered, his toes curling inwards as Damien's tongue traced the sensitive skin of his soles. Silas had never felt something like this before. Something so intensely unbearable yet, something that he knew deep in his heart was the only thing that would get him through the pleasure. It was both the anchor, and the reason why he was drowning.
"Pleasehahase..ahummm..oh-oh-oumm..hah…fuchaha..st-st-hah-hah-hmmm… stop…" His voice was a broken plea, his body trembling as Damien's mouth worked its way up his feet, sucking on his toes one by one, his hands roaming over Silas's feet and legs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
The featherlight touch of Damien’s fingers, the warmth of his tongue on Silas’s toes, the suction of the pump, the continuous deep thrusts from the dildo. Silas was melting, whimpering, curling and still begging for more, cause they were enough to teeter him towards orgasm, but both Silas and Damien knew it wasn’t enough to bring him to come.
His body was a battlefield of pleasure and desperation, every nerve ending screaming for release but even in this state, every sensible cell inside him was telling him that of what little he knew about Damien, he doesn’t play easy. He won’t release Silas this easily, and especially not now that he knows Silas’s most dreaded secret but even then he couldn’t help it cause the combination of the pump, the dildo, and Damien's mouth on his feet were sending Silas into a frenzy of sensations,
"Damiehahee… I ca-can’t… pl-ple-ples-please… let me co-me…ahaha..ooooh..um..ah ah ah ahaha ah ah ahmmm ooh…fuckaaaahaam..Damieeee" Silas begged, his voice breaking, his body trembling on the edge of orgasm. He was so close that probably a rough gust of wind could make him come at this point.
"Not yet," Damien said, as he gave a last suck to the big toe of Silas’s feet, and got up to brush his pants, he moved closer towards Silas. Silas’s body tensing in the unpredictability of what happens next, his breath hitches as Damien moves closer towards him, one finger tracing the outline of Silas’s body.
Damien moved closer, his lips now brushing against Silas's ear, his breath hot and teasing.
"You’re mine to torture, remember?" His voice was a low rumble, his words sending a shiver down Silas's spine.
Right then a low, pleasure-filled guttural moan escaped Silas’s lips,
“OOOHUM,..hmm..hnghh..oooumm..maahgn…ah…hah..hah..hm” his body arching, his muscles straining against the restraints as he teetered on the edge, trapped in a web of pleasure and denial.
Damien smirked and bit into Silas’s neck leaving a mark which was sure to make it’s presence known before going away.
And in that moment both of them knew that—
this was only the beginning.
