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| Kurt noticed the shadow fall over him the moment his left arm was wrenched back and pushed up his back, his hand between his shoulder blades. "You kept me waiting," the harsh voice gritted at his ear. He grunted in recognition. "Vince was�" he stopped when a sharp tug on his trapped wrist forced a groan. "Rhetorical, you shit. Take your shoes and socks off. Now." Kurt slipped his dark grey moccasins off, then trapped the socks under each foot to remove them. If he bent down to accomplish the ordered task, his arm would snap. "Trousers" was the next order hissed into his ear. His right hand awkwardly pulled at the drawstring. The loose trousers fell down and pooled at his feet. "Shirt," was the next order. Obediently, Kurt began the march down his shirt buttons. Awkwardly undoing them with his right hand. His assailant didn't mind the wait as he ran sure fingers over the curve of Kurt's tight shapely behind and into the waistband of the boxers. He slid his hand around Kurt�s hip to grasp the tightening balls. "Keep unbuttoning." The murmuring voice sent chills straight to the fondled sacs. At last, all the buttons were undone and one shoulder was shrugged off. His tormentor slipped the shirt off the other shoulder, releasing him from the tight vice like grip. His shirt floated to the floor. He received help pushing his boxers off his hips. Now naked, the gold medallist waited, both sure and unsure of what would happen next. A cold hand grasped his stiffening cock causing it to swell. "Now," the warm heat of breath against his neck and ear, "I want you to go in to the room and lay on your stomach." "What if I say, no?" "Then you'll be too sore to work tomorrow." Warned the voice He was released so suddenly that he stumbled into the room and toward the bed. Like he would ever say no. Kurt climbed on the bed from the foot, gingerly easing down onto his stomach, trying not to tease his already too stimulated erection any further. "Don't touch yourself," came the command from outside the room. Kurt locked his nimble fingers together behind his neck to keep his hands from disobeying. He wasn't sure how long he waited. Probably not as long as he thought, time distorted because his throbbing erection was so painful, and because he knew what his fate would eventually be. He knew he was being punished. It didn�t matter that he was right and Hunter was wrong. He was being punished for not backing him up. Kurt shivered. He understood Hunter's anger, and the pain in which the anger would manifest. He couldn't resist grinding his pulsing arousal against the weave of the bedspread, the friction was the most exquisite torture. Hunter stood in the doorway aroused far beyond words, his cock pressing tightly against the snug material of his jeans. The sight of Kurt silhouetted against the spare light from the bathroom removed any semblance of flaccidness from his willing member. The back, buttocks and legs were all beautiful, but it was the hands laced behind Kurt�s neck in total voluntary submission that was the biggest turn on. Hunter never realised he had such a cruel streak. He didn't really, only where Kurt was concerned. It's just that when Kurt pushed, he liked to be pushed back. Hard. Hunter watched the beautiful ass undulating on the bed as Kurt rubbed himself toward climax. "If you come before I say, I'll cuff you to the bed until someone else finds you in the morning." The movement stopped. A slight bending of the knees allowed some relief for Kurt. Hunter smiled at the expansion and contraction of back muscles. Kurt was very close. "Up on your knees and elbows. Head on your hands." Hunter was now standing at the foot of the bed. "That's it. Legs wider. Wider. Excellent. You make a beautiful supplicant Kurt." He took a moment to admire the sight before him. Hunter knelt behind the man and moved his hands against the smooth skin of the perfect ass before him, over the gentle curve of his spine, around his ribs, up the front of his chest to rest each hand on each hard nipple. Grasping the brown pebbles, Hunter pinched and twisted them cruelly. "Come," he ordered as he distended the hypersensitive flesh. With a surprised shout, Kurt arched back rearing into the denim-clad groin of his tormentor, shooting hot, sticky ribbons onto the bed. Hunter was the only man that had ever been capable of such a feat--getting him off without any direct physical stimulation to his cock. Incredible. Kurt panted, waiting for his next orders, vaguely aware that Hunter had moved off the bed. But he was back, Kurt felt a wet, cold liquid being spread at his entrance. Then, two fingers, a third, spreading the warm slickness, preparing Kurt for Hunter's possession. Kurt slowed his breathing, relaxed himself as best he could for the coming onslaught. A moan escaped his lips when Hunter withdrew his fingers. "Is that the best you can do?" Hunter asked as he casually tossed the lube aside. He unbuttoned his jeans to release his throbbing arousal. "Don't you want it, Kurt?" he asked �Christ, he even makes my name sound dirty,� Kurt thought. "Yes, I want it," Kurt ground out through clenched teeth. He was getting hard again. Damn. "Are you sure?" Hunter taunted as he eased himself between the crack pulled apart by strong thumbs, groaning slightly as he entered Kurt�s tight passage . �Yes, dammit, fuck me, Hunter." Kurt pushed back onto Hunter�s hardness, tired of waiting, tired of wanting. Tired of needing to be fucked. "Do it. Do it now." "Is that an order?" Hunter never let up his pressure at Kurt's hole, but he pushed no further. "No, Hunter. I'm begging, please fuck me." pleaded Kurt wiggling his ass backwards And he did. With strength and passionate fury coming from the power he exerted over Kurt, Hunter split Kurt open with one swift thrust that knocked him off his elbows and nearly into the headboard. Kurt was vaguely aware of the rough denim against the tender flesh of his ass. Hunter was still dressed. Humiliation washed over him at the knowledge that he was there for Hunter's pleasure, Hunter was not there for Kurt's. It served to magnify his pleasure joining the physical sensation that was invading his body from behind. Oh, and he was receiving pleasure. Incredible, mind-blowing, pleasure. Hunter pulled Kurt back by the shoulders until Kurt rested on Hunter�s strong thighs, settling Hunter's hardness deeper into the clenching passage. Kurt brought his hands down to Hunter's thighs moving back to cup the taut, straining buttocks pulling them closer, pushing Hunter deeper. Hunter's gasping breaths turned into rhythmic moans as he pounded into his lover, pushed into his darkest need. There it was--the blessed relief. They came in a haze of mutual, hasty need. Hunter releasing deep in Kurt�s ass with a guttural moan of sheer pleasure. Kurt rolled forward onto the bed and laid panting on his side. He had come twice, never once due to tactile stimulation of any kind by Hunter. Christ. Hunter rolled to his back, an arm flung over his eyes, chest heaving. "Would you really leave me for someone to find?" Kurt asked when he finally could. Hunter laughed gently and rolled toward Kurt and pulled him back into his arms. "You know all of my cuffs are self-releasing." "Are you staying?" Kurt eased back into Hunter's body. "Nah, I�m meeting Steve in half an hour." Kurt was silent. Hunter relented. "How about me naked in handcuffs at my place, you pleasuring me with your tongue, tomorrow night. Nine O�Clock?" Kurt looked over his shoulder at his lover with a smile. "I'll be there." He let Hunter gently cover his lips with his own. |
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