BONDS OF THE PAST

 

By Cherubino

 

 

He pulled and struggled but the bonds held fast.  Wide steel cuffs, softly lined, securely bound his naked body by wrists and ankles to the leather-padded St. Andrew’s cross. The contraption was placed in the middle of what looked like a cellar.  He had some room to move but not nearly enough to even attempt to free himself.  Cold sweat ran down his back; it had been years since he was in this position and that happening now could only mean one thing – or rather one person.

 

“Murdoc!”  MacGyver yelled from the top of his lungs, shaking in his restraints. His breathing became rapid; he was on the verge of hyperventilating when he heard that oh-so-familiar soft voice.

 

“Now, now, Angus, you know the rules – we don’t call each other by our surnames when playing.  And I expected you to have better memory darling – how are you supposed to address me?  Hmmm?”  MacGyver couldn’t see his captor but felt the supple leather of a strap caress his naked buttocks and he clenched the muscles in fear – and anticipation.  But he denied himself that acknowledgement, bit on his lip and ploughed on.

 

“Cut it out, Murdoc.  Bygones are bygones.  Let me go!”  He rattled the bonds again but they held strong.

 

“Tsk-tsk, Angus, I see you have to be reminded of the rules – again.”  Mac panted harshly as a hand caressed his goose-bumped flesh, sliding over his shoulder down his spine and on to the rounded mounds of his ass cheeks and then up again.  The slow movements continued for several seconds and then suddenly he heard a ‘swoosh’ and the leather strap landed on his buttocks, licking them with fire. Mac let out a low grunt and tried to arch his back and move away from the pain but his attempts were futile.

 

“How is your memory now, Angus?”  The dulcet tones of Murdoc’s voice didn’t fool MacGyver and he remained stubbornly silent, refusing to give in.

 

“I guess I have my work cut out for me here.  Very well, have it your way!”  Mac heard Murdoc take a step back and then the ominous ‘swoosh’ sliced through the air and the strap kissed his ass again and again, setting it ablaze with pain.  God it hurt!  But his memory was waking up, bringing to the surface times long ago; times he thought were gone, hidden in the fog of his turbulent past. 

 

He felt familiar heat in his loins; waves of arousal assaulted him, making his balls tighten and his cock swell.  He hated it and yet he craved it, grunting continuously under the strap now, pushing his buttocks out to meet the punishing instrument.  Each lash threw him towards the cross, his engorged member rubbing hard against the leather padding, bringing him closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. 

 

Just when he thought he would explode Murdoc stopped and Mac heard his quiet laugh. “You may refuse to acknowledge it darling, but you body remembers your body doesn’t lie.”  A hand slipped between Mac’s body and the cross and caressed his throbbing shaft lightly making MacGyver whimper and whisper something under his breath.

 

“What was it, Angus darling, I didn’t quite hear you?”  Murdoc’s lips were pressed almost to Mac’s ear, making him shiver in his bonds.

 

“I said stop teasing me, Damien and let me come!”  MacGyver’s voice was low and raw with need. 

 

Another hard lash came across his already sore ass, then another and another until he was ready to scream, pain maddeningly exquisite and transcending into pleasure.  “Try again Angus, that’s not good enough!” 

 

“God please, Master Damien let me come, please!”  He sobbed out his plea, tears and sweat mixing on his face and running down onto his chest.  

 

“Now pet, it wasn’t that hard, was it?”  Murdoc’s hands were on Mac again snaking around, pinching his pebbled nipples and twisting them, sending spikes of yet another exquisitely painful sensation to Mac’s groin.  MacGyver felt Murdoc’s hips press into his flaming ass, rough denim scraping sore skin. 

 

“I am not your pet!”  Mac bit out harshly, fully expecting to be punished for this snap.  Yes he was trained well at one time and knew better then to talk to his master like that.  A sharp hand slap confirmed his notion.

 

“You forget yourself, pet.”  Another slap and then the hands returned to his nipples while hot flicking tongue lapped at the beads of sweat on his back.  Murdoc licked and nipped all the way down to the small of Mac’s back then let go of his nipples and grabbed his ass cheeks, pulling them apart and licking lightly at his hole.  MacGyver felt his brain fog and all he could process at that moment was the intense pleasure his captor was giving him.  A talented tongue circled his anus, teasing the sensitive ring, sliding in a millimeter at a time and withdrawing, driving him mad.

 

“You are so tight pet, so tight!  Like the virgin you once were – all over again.  I will take you pet; I will claim you as mine again.  You need to remember, pet you can have as many women as you want but I am the only one who can have you.”  Murdoc breathed his litany against Mac’s skin, interspersing the words with kisses and licks on his buttocks.

 

“Master…. I can’t take it any more, please…. I need you to take me, please Master Damien, please…” Mac whispered his final surrender, hanging his head low in defeat.

 

“That’s it my pet, that’s it darling.  That’s what I was waiting for.”  Mac felt something cold and slippery sliding into the cleft of his ass and then a finger spread the slick on his hole and swiftly entered him, immediately joined by the second.  Long deft fingers stretched and opened him, preparing him for the final act.  He felt violated and yet excited at the same time, needing to be penetrated, craving the sensations of being filled. 

 

Soon the fingers withdrew and Mac felt Murdoc pushing into him.  God it’s been so long since he was fucked.  He missed it, he would never have admitted that to anyone least of all to himself but he so missed it.  The act of possession, of ownership, the most intimate connection with another man – that’s what was lacking in his life.

 

The cock within him began to move, brushing his prostate and making him scream his pleasure.  Over and over again his sweet spot was massaged and then he felt a hand on his shaft, pumping him in synch with the fucking and he couldn’t control himself any more, he lost himself in the waves of pleasure.  He knew his orgasm was close and when Murdoc rasped in his ear “You may come now, pet.” MacGyver let go.  Hot pulses of his master’s orgasm inside him brought him over the edge and he came so hard he passed out.

 

***

 

MacGyver woke up from a loud noise.  Disoriented and still processing the weird dream he just had he couldn’t understand for a moment where he was until he recognized his loft bedroom. Someone was at the door of the boathouse and by the sound of it was about to break the door down.

 

“Alright, alright hold your horses, I’m coming!”  Mac yelled and sat up on the bed only to quickly jump up.  His butt was awfully sore.  Even more confused he pulled on his plaid flannel robe and limped downstairs to open the door to very worried and irate Pete.

 

“MacGyver, where have you been?  I was calling you all weekend and you didn’t pick up the phone, you didn’t answer my pages….  Are you alright?”  Pete rapped out entering the house.

 

“Fine Pete, just fine.  I was tired so I hibernated, shut off the phone and the pager.  I am entitled to a weekend of rest, aren’t I?”  Mac grumbled, putting the kettle on the stove.  He was still confused and needed to compose himself and dealing with Pete was the last thing he wanted to do now but he had no choice.

 

“Look Pete, make yourself comfortable, I’m gonna go grab a shower, okay?”  Not waiting for the answer Mac went upstairs working hard on concealing the limp. 

 

He started the shower and went into the dressing area to get clean clothes to change into.  Taking off his robe he turned and looked at his ass and saw that it was crimson red.  He felt like a lead ball landed in the pit of his stomach.  It was not a dream after all.  When he opened his underwear drawer he stared in shock at the thick leather strap lying on top of his neat stacks of t-shirts and boxers.  A note attached to it said simply, “Remember your Master.”

 

Mac went into the shower, disturbed and yet thinking that no matter what, he would not be able to figure out the events of this weekend. A small pang of regret spiked in his heart and he once again felt how he missed his Damien. When he turned to the shower caddy to grab the soap he saw a sleek black dildo sitting there.  Another note was there and this one said, “Remember your pleasure”.  A small smile formed on Mac’s lips and his hand automatically reached for the bottle with conditioner.  It was going to be a long shower.

 

A small sports car pulled out of the marina’s parking lot.  The man behind the wheel adjusted his sunglasses and touched the burn scar on his face lightly.  “If only I could turn back time, pet.  If only I could…” he whispered and sped off.

 

Fin.