TIED AND TESTED

 

By Gateroller

 

 

A small sports car pulled into the marina parking lot and smartly manoeuvred into a vacant space.  The driver sat quietly for a while, fingering the contents of a small leather holdall.  He was waiting for the cover of night to begin his adventure.  As the sky darkened he pulled a small photograph from his coat pocket and studied the image of a good looking man with dark brown eyes and long unruly bleach-blond hair.  Brushing a fingertip across the handsome face the man smiled knowingly as he enjoyed the tingling sensation in his groin.  The pleasurable memories he held close to his heart would soon be used to rekindle the memory of the man in the photograph.

 

His soft quiet voice interrupted the silence of his vehicle.  "Angus darling, this is going to be a weekend you'll never forget."

 

Moving like a feral cat, the man crossed the parking lot carrying his holdall.  He was slim and lithe, silent and almost invisible as he entered the door to an abandoned warehouse.  Holding tight to his bag to keep the contents from clinking out an alarm, he slid a lock pick into the keyhole and with expert ease, released the door and slipping inside he closed it noiselessly behind him.  Smiling as he switched on the single dull light bulb, the man quickly surveyed his territory, the area he had spent several weeks preparing stealthily and without the knowledge of a single person, including his quarry, Angus MacGyver.

 

"Well, darling, you are going to love the surprise I have in store for you," the man crooned as he unpacked the contents of his bag.  Caressing the collection of four lined and padded metal handcuffs he laid them out on a side table along with a leather strap and a tube of lubricating gel.  Stroking the cool smooth pristine tube he felt a ripple of anticipation course through his veins.  Next he took a soft cotton cloth and a small glass vial.  Folding his arms across his chest he stared at his piece de resistance, a large wooden construction known as a St Andrew’s cross, padded on one side and covered in pliant black leather.  He tapped his fingers against the vial and thought for a moment.

 

"Hmmm, which shall I attach first my pet, the wrists or the ankles?  I just love making choices," he murmured and placing the vial and cloth on the table he attached the cuffs to the cross.

 

It was his plan to wait for an hour until he was satisfied that Mac would be asleep in his bed and entirely unsuspecting of the surprise awaiting him in the building next door.  As Mac completed his pre-bed ritual, the tall strong man pulled his phone from the socket and switched off his pager, determined to enjoy a quiet undisturbed weekend.

 

Settling into bed, MacGyver closed his eyes with a deep exhalation of his lungs and relaxed.  Within a few minutes his consciousness was hanging between wakefulness and sleep and he was unaware of the presence of a stranger.  As the chloroformed soft cotton cloth surrounded his mouth and nose, Mac slid into a dreamless coma without a struggle.  "Oh darling, you're so beautiful," was the only hint that someone else was in the room with him.

 

The dose of chloroform was just enough for the man to transfer his captive to his chosen location and to capture his body with his chosen method of bondage.  Stripped naked, MacGyver began to regain consciousness and disoriented, he groaned, pulling at the cuffs that held him upright, spread-eagled and facing the cross.  After checking the restraints, the man ran his fingers through Mac's long hair and carefully down his spine.  Sucking in his lower lip, the man teased himself with only observing the firm rounded buttocks and the dark hidden cleft between.  He would look but not touch for the time being.  He wanted his own sexual excitement to build and he needed MacGyver to be conscious to get the best out of him and himself. 

 

Waiting patiently, the man picked up the leather strap and drew it slowly through his closed fist.  He had anticipated this moment for a long time, had planned it carefully and executed it perfectly, down to the last detail.  Though he and MacGyver had become enemies in recent times, they shared a common past, one that his assailant was bent on reminding him.  Deny our relationship; deny my existence in your past but deep down you cannot deny the reality of what and who you are, my pet.

 

For too long Murdoc had lusted after MacGyver until one night, a long while ago, Murdoc had his way and took the virginity of the object of his desire.  It was a passionate and lustful encounter, one of domination and subordination.  Murdoc had taken Mac, hard and fast, slow and easy, tied and free.  With narrowed eyes, his captor revisited that time in their shared past, visualising the look on Mac's face when he forced him to acknowledge the curiosity about his own body and that of Murdoc's.  Cleverly, Murdoc had invited MacGyver to experiment, to test out his own desires in the company of the man who would become his sexual master.  Murdoc had always been interested in how someone with Mac's character could submit to bondage and the act of another man penetrating his body.  Whatever the cocktail of motivations, Murdoc had liberated a desire within the scientist that would stay with him only to be given space and freedom when they were together.   

 

It didn't take long for Mac to process who had put him in this position and at the top of his lungs he yelled for all he was worth.  "Murdoc!"

 

Murdoc, his tormentor, laughed softly, his senses catapulted into readiness by MacGyver's shout, it was like a hand around his cock.  It was time to remind him that Murdoc was in charge now, that he was the master and Mac was there for sexual gratification, namely his own; Murdoc was just the instrument, MacGyver was the real recipient.  Of course, he would make sure that his captive had the time of his life, after all this was what the whole thing was about; giving Mac what he wanted even if he wasn’t aware that this experience was the one thing that had eluded him all these years.  The strap would help him remember...

 

As MacGyver struggled against his bonds, Murdoc watched his muscles tense and relax, bunch and stretch.  He was vulnerable, exposed and at Murdoc's mercy.  Sooner or later he would beg to be fucked, to be taken and finished.

 

“Now, now, Angus, you know the rules.  We don’t call each other by our surnames when playing and I expected you to have a better memory, darling.  How are you supposed to address me?  Hmmm?”

 

Well, my pet, I think a little reminder is in order, yes something that is soft and yielding but gives a hard kiss, something that is flat but will curve across the contours of your beautiful pouting ass and an arm held high to deliver an aggressive blow yet offering a caressing touch of love and desire.

 

With a purposeful stroke, Murdoc landed the strap against MacGyver's taut and quivering flesh, the swoosh of the movement and the slap of the contact sending sparks of pleasure through his body.  At that, Mac protested but Murdoc knew this was only part of the sub-text of their game.

 

“Tsk-tsk, Angus, I see you have to be reminded of the rules - again.” 

 

Murdoc could wait no longer to drink in the texture of MacGyver's smooth skin and running his hand slowly over Mac's shoulder he continued to gentle his touch over the curve of the man’s spine down to his pinking buttocks and heated flesh.  Taking his time, Murdoc retraced the path of his fingers, trembling with pleasure as he felt the strap against his palm.

 

Try and avoid the pain and pleasure all you like, Angus.  Pull away from me but very soon you'll be offering me your ass, wanting me to spank you with this lovely compliant strip of leather, wanting me to make you stiff and hard.  See darling?  You know this is what you want, just admit it to me and yourself and the real pleasure can begin.

 

"How is your memory now, Angus?" Murdoc crooned and to his delight, MacGyver kept his silence, refusing to speak.  “I guess I have my work cut out for me here.  Very well, have it your way!”  Smiling, Murdoc knew this was what Mac needed.  He needed to be persuaded, cajoled and eventually broken; it was the only way he would allow the rest of the game to play out.  Murdoc recognised that MacGyver found it hard to admit his penchant for bondage and for the sexual favours of a man.  If Murdoc ‘made’ him submit and succumb he could accept what would happen more easily, except that this time there was a further surprise to come.

 

Swiping the strap against Mac’s ass cheeks once again, Murdoc could feel his arousal climb as he heard the slap of leather against flesh and knew that MacGyver would be hardening under his chastisement.  Triumphantly, Murdoc licked his lips and drawing back his arm to deliver another blow, grinned as Mac arched his back and thrust his buttocks to meet the oncoming force of the strap.  Murdoc rained a series of burning leather kisses against MacGyver’s skin and with his free hand, stroked his own hardening length, enjoying the pleasure of knowing that he would soon have his hand on Mac’s straining and engorged shaft, pulling and squeezing him to completion.  For the moment, MacGyver would have to be content with the teasing of his contact against the cross, the contact that was slowly jerking him off with the forward momentum of his hips, rubbing him against the padded leather.  Murdoc smiled yet again, his memory of that sensation was also returning.

 

Murdoc was sensing that his handsome and protesting victim was close to remembering the sweetly excruciating lesson he was teaching.  “You may refuse to acknowledge it, darling but you body remembers, your body doesn’t lie.”  Just to emphasise his point, Murdoc leaned against him and wrapped his arm around Mac’s waist, feeling for his cock to work his foreskin back and forth along his shaft, making him ache for release.

 

As MacGyver begged for Murdoc to stop teasing him and let him come, he received yet another blow to his buttocks, a slap from Murdoc’s hand this time just to remind him to modify his smart-mouthing. 

 

I want you to remember, to feel the exquisite pleasure of your pain, my pet.  Your nipples are so wonderfully hard.  Do they still transmit those beautiful sensations to your balls, hmmm?

 

Pinching and twisting, Murdoc focused MacGyver's senses on his chest for a moment, as pulsating arcs of rapture pierced his groin.  Leaning close, his tormentor brushed the rough denim of his jeans against Mac's reddened and sore butt, making him complain loudly.

 

"I am not your pet!" the bound man spat and as an errant servant, Murdoc slapped him again, a punishment for his outburst.

 

"You forget yourself, pet," Damien murmured against hot perspiring skin before drawing his tongue up along Mac's spine.  Letting go of his sensitised nipples, Murdoc cupped his victim’s buttocks and stretching them apart let his tongue lap against MacGyver's asshole.  Resting his forehead against the perpendicular central post of the cross, MacGyver allowed his mind to soak up the abhorrent and yet desperately wanted movements of Murdoc's teasing mouth, his mind fogging at the intense pleasure as his tormentor penetrated the tight ring of muscle.

 

You feel so good, my pet, so good and tight.  Give yourself to my tongue, to my teasing and tormenting.  I'm here to make you remember your darkest desires and your greatest pleasure, darling.  Have as many women as you can take but you know this is what gives you the best, the greatest feeling of pleasure.  I am the only one who can take you, fill you and make you truly alive.  Never forget you are mine, you belong to me always and all you have to do is ask...

 

"Master...I can't take it any more, please...I need you to take me, please Master Damien, please..."

 

At last, the whispered yet heartfelt plea of a man who knows the worth of his surrender.

 

"That's it my pet, that's it, darling.  That's what I've been waiting for," Murdoc crooned, his voice low as he spread the lubricating gel over his fingers.

 

Murdoc ran his finger between MacGyver's buttocks, searching for his asshole and having found it, rubbed teasingly until his partner groaned with desire and lust, the ache in his voice so clearly articulated.

 

There my pet, I hold my finger just at the edge and you respond immediately, moving against it, rubbing yourself, inviting me to slide into you and work you but darling, I want you to stay a little tight, just like you were all those years ago...when you were undefiled, when your ass was pure and virginal.  I'm going to make you wanton, abandoned and best of all, liberated.  After this your soul will fly.

 

Moving his fingers expertly, Murdoc stretched Mac's ass, preparing him to be penetrated and fucked and just as he'd predicted, MacGyver remembered just how much he had missed the full attention of another man by way of possession, of being taken and of being fulfilled.

 

Holding his thick cock firmly, Damien pushed at Mac's opening, sliding in quickly and fully.  Murdoc wanted to feel the sensation of MacGyver at his tightest and began moving immediately, not giving the man a chance to adjust to his size or movement.  A few strokes later and the moment would be gone.

 

I'm pushing you to the edge, Angus and still you hold on.  You, darling are so clever so disciplined.  As I fuck your ass hard and fast I know you want to come, want to spill your load so badly and still you don't.  I, Damien, can control your orgasm, tell you when to come and when not to.  You know I do this for your own benefit, my pet.  Holding your cock, pulling on it, gives me so much and with my dick high up inside you, I know you have given me everything.

 

You know I'm not being cruel and you trust me to give you the best you'll ever have.  I know your screams are of intense pleasure, darling, so don't hold back, let me hear you.  I'm near, so near and when I'm there I'll let you go, let you come so hard your brain will spin...oh fuck, you're so good, so hot and smooth...just a few more thrusts, my cock well and truly buried in your ass, brushing your sweet spot, giving you everything I can...I know you want to come, I can feel your need...I'm nearly there, nearly...oh my sweet pet!

 

Jerking himself in and against Mac's body, Murdoc whispered what his partner was desperate to hear.  "You may come now, pet."

 

As Murdoc found the ultimate pleasure, MacGyver too reached the heights of his and came, his semen arcing against the cross and over his abdomen.  The effort of holding back before his completion left him short of oxygen and momentarily he passed out.  Murdoc finished his climax inside Mac's limp body.  Fulfilled he rested for a second before withdrawing and then before his partner could regain consciousness, he held the cotton cloth over his mouth once more.

 

Not long after, Murdoc left Mac's loft and sat in the quiet of his car, smiling.  He'd left his old friend, adversary and sometime lover a very interesting gift, something that would remind him of Damien's feelings for him and the deepest and darkest desires within himself.  As he watched he saw Pete Thornton get out of his car and hurry to Mac's apartment.  Putting on his sunglasses and stroking the scarred area of his face, Murdoc turned the key in the car ignition.  "If only I could turn back time, pet.  If only I could..."

 

-o-

 

The End