Trussed Me?
Title: Trussed Me?
Author: Reedfem
Author's e-mail: [email protected]
Author's URL: www.reedfem.com
Date: Posted to EntSTSlash, TuckerReed 03Feb2004
Archive: Permission to archive granted to EntSTCommunity, MEGA.
Series/Fandom: ENT (Star Trek Enterprise)
Category: Slash
Rating: NC-17
Status: Complete
Pairing: Tucker/Reed
Summary: PWP. Just a couple of boys having some fun. You know me.
Warnings: BDSM, Other
Series: The Sensuous Malcolm Reed
Beta: Well, nothing formal. RB and Brian saw an earlier version of this, SueC always helps me keep my Malcolm speaking as British
as this Yank can manage, and Red gave me her coveted "ice-cube"
warning.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: These characters are copyrighted by Paramount, no copyright infringement is intended and no money was made. The poor
boys just keep following me home and begging to stay. Quite nicely, too!
Author's notes: Completely consensual bondage and some light dominance within. You've
been warned. Complete and total lack of plot. I actually never intended to post
this, but I've been feeling evil of late. And it's been a while since I've
posted anything. My muses have been on vacation.
"You
up for something different tonight?" Malcolm asked me, a sexy dangerous
glint in his eye. I'd noticed him eyeing me all through dinner, smiling to himself
every so often when his internal dialog amused him. I knew something was up.
Besides me, that was.
"Yeah?
How different?" I asked, savoring the slice of pecan pie Chef had saved
back for me.
"We
haven't pushed any new buttons lately," Malcolm mused almost absently,
shooting me a flirty sideways look from under his lashes. He just knows how
that gets me going.
We'd had a
rewarding night awhile back that had ended with Malcolm spontaneously tanning
my hide. After we both finally admitted enjoying the hell out of it, we'd
agreed to try out some other, more adventurous, sexual fantasies. But except
for me getting my turn at paddling Malcolm's perky butt, our scenarios so far
had registered pretty low on the old kink-o-meter.
Not that
I'm complaining though. Far from it. The things that man can do with some lube
and little imagination�Woof! My hot-blooded Brit amazed me with the list of
activities he wanted to try out. Talk about your hidden depths! So I had
absolutely no reason to doubt that whatever was causing that dark arousal in
Malcolm's eyes, it would be another night to remember.
"Give
me 45 minutes and I'll need to borrow a couple of your tools," Malcolm was
telling me. Oh my. I was getting aroused just imagining what he might have in
mind.
"Do I
get a hint?" I asked softly, sliding my hand up and down his thigh,
squeezing lightly. Malcolm gave me a stern look while he reached down and
plucked my hand off his leg.
"Patience
is a virtue you'd do well to cultivate, Mr. Tucker," he told me archly.
"And don't be late."
Mmmmm...I
lost myself in a haze of sensual speculation, completely forgetting to finish
my dessert.
***
I was at
Malcolm's door in precisely 45 minutes. I immediately noticed that he'd changed
his clothes. Instead of his uniform, he was now wearing his black leather pants
that drove me insane with the way they cupped that luscious ass and clung to
him like a second skin. He'd added a loose, long-sleeved black shirt with open
lacing at the neck. Malcolm in black leather should probably come with a health
warning. I'm pretty sure he's illegal in several quadrants of the galaxy. He
was sex incarnate. I stood frozen in his doorway, gaping open-mouthed at him,
my instantly hard dick advertising its own enthusiasm for his attire.
"Wow,"
I breathed, licking my suddenly dry lips. Malcolm smiled his satisfaction at my
response. I stumbled forward the couple of steps necessary to allow the door to
shut behind me. "You look�wow." Okay, maybe I coulda been more
coherent, but *you* try speaking in complete sentences with this black leather
sex god in front of you. No, on second thought, don't even think about it. He's
mine.
"I'll
take that as a compliment."
"Definitely.
So," I said in what I hoped was a casual tone, "what's on the
agenda?"
Malcolm
didn't reply immediately, instead he stalked toward me, circled me, trailing
his fingers across my body as he went, finally stopping behind me. Now that he
had moved, I could see a coil of white cord on the desk, along with some other
interesting items and suddenly everything clicked into focus. I saw the newly
installed hardware on the walls and understood why he'd needed my tools. When
he saw that I'd noticed the things on the desk, Malcolm laughed softly in my
ear. The hand on my ass tightened, holding me firmly.
"I'm
going to tie you up," he murmured, his hot moist breath tickling the hairs
inside my ear, making me shudder. "And when you're helpless, totally at my
mercy, I'm going to tease you, make you beg, make you come so hard you're going
to pass out."
Malcolm's
whispered words had me trembling all over and I groaned softly at the filthy
images my nasty lover conjured up inside my head. I felt my cock twitch
violently, voicing its wholehearted approval of the whole concept.
"Please,"
I breathed, hearing Malcolm chuckle softly in response.
"Like
that idea do you, Commander? Tied up, at my mercy? Out of control?"
Malcolm's hand slithered down and attached itself firmly over my enthusiastic
dick. I nearly came right then and there.
"Is
that a yes?" Malcolm prompted, the hand on my ass squeezing more firmly. I
caught my breath and arched back into him.
"Oh
fuck�Malcolm�please," I gasped. He didn't really expect me to speak, did
he?
Malcolm
turned me to face him, his eyes glittering, that dangerous smirk firmly in
place. He reached up to caress my face, expression softening for an instant.
"If it's too much, just say *anti-matter*, and we'll stop," he told
me, waiting until I nodded my understanding. The stern look returned as he
dropped his hand.
"Strip."
His blunt
command shocked me and for a moment I just blinked at him. My hands trembled a
little as I began to undress; I could almost feel Malcolm's heated gaze on me
like a physical touch on my skin. I couldn't resist teasing him just a bit,
pulling my clothes off slowly, flexing a little, giving him a bit of a show.
When I was finally naked, I looked back to Malcolm for guidance. He looked
positively predatory, inspecting me appreciatively.
He circled
behind me again, stroking my ass, running his fingers over me. He took my stiff
cock in his hand and stroked it a few times. When our faces were just inches
apart, he put his hand on the back of my head, grasping what hair he could and
pulled my lips to his, kissing me hard and deep, aggressively thrusting his
tongue into the recesses of my mouth. I moaned into the kiss, leaning into him,
a pulse of arousal making my already rock-hard erection even harder. Malcolm
gave me one last, deep, tongue-sucking kiss before letting go and stepping away
from me. I swayed forward after him, lips seeking, barely snapping myself back
upright before I fell flat on my face.
Malcolm
went to the desk, picked up something and brought it back to me. He held up a
long black strip of fabric and told me to turn around. He laid it over my eyes
and knotted it toward the side of my head, tight enough to stay put but not
uncomfortable. I was still getting accustomed to that when I felt something being
tightened around each of my wrists. The padded cuffs I'd seen on the desk. Once
both cuffs were secured, Malcolm pulled my arms behind me and hooked them
together.
"Okay?"
"Fine."
Malcolm
hummed his approval, running his hands over my chest and stomach. His fingers
toyed with my nipples and I gasped when he sucked on first one, then the other,
the sensitive flesh puckering with arousal. I felt a brief sharp pain and then
burning pressure, first on one side then the other.
"Not
too tight?"
"N-no...oh
shit," I threw my head back and panted, the weight and pressure of the
clamps sending bolts of pleasure straight to my groin. We'd used these before,
but not being able to see heightened my awareness of the sensations.
Malcolm ran
his hands up and down my sides, caressed my ass, paused to cup my balls and
stroke my cock again before pulling me to him for another long passionate kiss.
I was reduced to gasping for breath and moaning incoherently while he nibbled
my earlobe and tugged gently on the chain connecting the nipple clamps.
"Suck
me," he commanded softly, pushing down on my shoulders. This game was
getting interesting. I quickly knelt down before him, then paused, wondering
how I was going to accomplish this without the use of my hands. I began by
rubbing my face against his thighs and the large bulge pressing against the
front of his pants. I eventually managed to open his fly with my teeth and it
felt like Malcolm's fully erect cock actually sprang free of his pants, it was
so hard. I leaned forward and buried my face in his crotch, rubbing my cheeks
against his cock and inhaling the scent of his arousal, before swallowing as
much of him as I could, before slowly pulling back and slurping on the head
like a big, fat lollipop.
Malcolm's
hips jerked forward and he moaned, putting one hand on the top of my head as I
went to town, sucking him in as deeply as I could, swirling my tongue and
generally trying every trick I knew of to drive him crazy. I could tell when he
started getting close, but he pulled me off his cock before I could drive him
over the edge. He stood there, hands braced on my shoulders, panting, stroking
my hair, trying to regain his composure. I waited patiently until I felt him
urging me to stand back up. He spun me around and freed my arms.
"Undress
me."
I pulled
Malcolm's shirt up over his head, then slid my hands down over his muscled
abdomen and inside his pants, unable to resist cupping and kneading his ass
cheeks before starting to work the tight leather pants down his legs. I ended
up the exercise back on my knees in front of him. When I went for his cock
again, he stopped me.
"Crawl
over and get on the bed."
I knew
generally where the bed was, so I felt my way over, making sure to wave my ass
a bit more than was absolutely necessary and lay back on the bed, immediately
stretching my arms out over my head in surrender to my sexy captor. He didn't
say anything, but I could tell Malcolm was beside the bed, I could hear his
ragged breathing, feel his presence.
He moved to
straddle my waist, a firm thigh pressed against either side of my torso, his
erection rubbing against my stomach. He took my right arm and pulled it down
toward him, fumbling with it briefly. Then he scooted up my body so that his
cock was just inches from my face, so close I could smell the musk of his
arousal. I tried to reach out with my tongue and lick him, but I didn't get the
chance. Malcolm quickly repeated his actions on my other arm and I realized he
must have attached the rope when both my arms were pulled back up over my head.
Once I was
immobilized, Malcolm got up and stood over me again. I could almost see the
wicked smile I knew was on his face. I tested the restraints, finding them to
be quite secure. Malcolm sat down next to me and began lightly scratching his
fingernails up and down my chest and stomach, tickling me. His fingers danced
down to my thighs, just barely caressing my skin. He did this all around my
groin, but didn't touch my cock. It bobbed and twitched, protesting at being ignored.
Malcolm
leaned over and kissed me again, deeply with lots of tongue. I returned it with
enthusiasm, trying to suck his tongue out of his mouth. He pulled back and
nuzzled my neck while beginning to play with my balls. I was panting and
sweating, my cock as hard as it had ever been. I could hear someone moaning and
carrying on, but with Malcolm determined to drive me insane with pleasure, I
tuned it out.
I wouldn't
have thought it, but not being able to see made my physical sensations even
more intense, almost like I was drowning in 'em. So it took me a moment to
realize he'd started stroking me. He licked my erection hungrily and sucked it
into his mouth, which made me yell. He quickly backed off, realizing I was
close to coming, but after a brief wait, he resumed his actions. Malcolm
continued this torture for what seemed like a couple light years, occasionally
licking my balls and stroking his fingers over my asshole, while I heaved and
twisted underneath him. I couldn't take much more and the nonsense babbling
seemed to get louder and more frantic. Malcolm immediately stopped touching me
and I jerked at the restraints, arching off the bed in my frustration, wanting
desperately to get my hands on him.
He
straddled me again, but this time he slid up and dangled his cock over my
mouth, commanding me to suck him again. I had to reach up for it, my head
straining up off the bed; my lips open, desperately searching for him. Malcolm
shifted closer and I quickly got to work on him, running my tongue up and down
the hard shaft, while ignoring the slippery head, trying to show him that even
though I was tied up, I could still be the one in charge. But Malcolm proved me
wrong as he writhed above me, moving his cock around so that I'd have no choice
but to make contact with the sensitive head.
Malcolm
took his time, not allowing himself to be rushed. Moving slowly, he teased us
both, dipping his cock into my mouth for one long beat before pulling out and
rubbing along my lips and cheeks so that they were wet and shiny. I opened my
mouth, waiting for him to plunge in again, but instead, he shifted his body so
that his balls were poised over my open lips. Then he leaned forward, dunking
them in my mouth. I sucked gently, overwhelmed by the softness of his skin, the
scent of him. I was lost in a sensual daze, going back and forth between
caressing his balls with my tongue and then slurping his powerful cock, taking
it down to the root, sucking hard. I had him gasping and moaning something
terrible, then he howled my name as a flow of salty juices spurted into my
mouth. I did the best I could, but he was shuddering and jerking around so much
that some of it escaped out the sides of my mouth and trickled down over my
face. We were silent for a moment, especially me, since I had a lot to swallow.
"That
was... an acceptable effort," Malcolm told me, his stern persona cracking
a bit. He even graciously wiped my face off with a corner of the sheet.
"Thank
you, sir." My own cock had been hard for so long now, it was starting to
ache.
I was
starting to get desperate when Malcolm decided on his own that it was now time
to please me. He moved down my body until his mouth hovered over my cock. I
sighed in relief as he lightly kissed the tip and then drew circles around the
head with his tongue. I knew it wouldn't be long before he sucked me down his
throat, and I was dying to take his head in my hands and guide him in an effort
to speed things along. But, of course, I couldn't do that, so I told myself to
be patient, which wasn't easy, since Malcolm had decided he was still going to
be a tease.
He licked
up and down my throbbing shaft, dragging his hot wet tongue along my flesh. I
thrust my hips upward, trying to get inside his mouth, but he moved away too
quickly. Then he dipped down and laved each of my balls in turn, even rolling
them around in their sac. He used his thumb to trace maddening little circles
over the sensitive head. That felt good, but it wasn't enough, and I did
something I never thought I'd do--I began to beg him for release, pleading with
him to suck me, fuck me, let me fuck his face, something, anything. I may even
have promised him extra power for his weapons. I was a desperate man.
Malcolm
just laughed softly and continued placing feather-light kisses and flicks of
his tongue all around the area of my penis, but not giving me what I wanted,
what I needed. My cock was weeping a torrent of pre-cum by that point and to be
honest, I was close to crying myself. I brought my feet up and tried to wrap them
around his ass, since he hadn't bound my legs. But all that I succeeded in
doing was knocking Malcolm over so that his mouth was no longer anywhere near
my hard-on, although his stomach and re-hardening cock were pressed against it
instead.
"Oh,
so that's what you want, is it?" he teased.
"Oh
please, oh please, oh God, anything, please..." I whimpered pitifully,
twisting and pushing up with my hips, frantic for stimulation.
Malcolm
finally took mercy on me. I felt him rise up on his knees over me and reach
back to grip my cock in one hand. The next thing I knew, he was bringing his
ass down over my erection. He groaned, a deep rich noise born solely of
passion. I jerked violently on my bound arms and let out a god-awful shriek as
his tight hot inner walls enveloped each inch of my length. It felt so good,
better than fucking had ever felt before, and I couldn't stop myself from
howling his name as his butt met my hips and I was all the way inside him. At
this point Malcolm reached down and roughly pulled the blindfold off my head. I
was treated to a gloriously decadent sight.
Malcolm was
crouched above me; his hands planted firmly on my drawn up knees, as he moved
up and down over my cock, developing a rhythm that he liked. His insides were
slippery with lube and he moved quickly and easily over me, his tight ass
squeezing my cock with a firm grip. And with each downward stroke, his ass
cheeks banged against my balls, which felt incredible. His head was thrown
back, mouth open, as he moaned with each panting breath. I savored the look of
raw lust on his face. My own orgasm was drawing near and I wished I could reach
out and touch him or something, but the restraints were secure and another
blast of passion engulfed me as I realized once again how helpless I was. At
the very least I wanted to be able to kiss Malcolm, but he was intent on riding
my pulsing dick to his own climax.
It didn't
take much longer before Malcolm's ass gripped my cock hard, squeezing and
milking, and his hold on my legs became almost too tight for comfort. As his
cock erupted violently all over my stomach and chest, his pleasured cries were
so loud that I imagined the rest of the crew could hear him. Then he released
the nipple clamps and the added sensation sent me careening over the edge, my
voice joining his, as my balls exploded and I came and came and came. I'd never
seen Malcolm come that hard before and my own orgasm was so intense I swear I
saw stars, not to mention screaming the place down.
Malcolm
collapsed on top of me. We were both trembling and gasping for breath, drenched
in sweat and awed at what we'd just shared. When Malcolm was able to, he
gingerly lifted himself off my sublimely sated cock and leaned forward to
unhook my wrists before flopping down on the bed beside me and proceeding to
give me that kiss I'd wanted earlier. He picked up each of my wrists in turn,
kissing and inspecting them for any damage, since I'd gotten a little carried
away there for awhile and had been yanking on the restraints without caution.
We wiped off and cuddled for awhile, beginning to feel sleepy.
"Jesus
Malcolm," I said between yawns, "that was quite probably the best
damn sex I've ever had."
"Really?"
He sounded slightly smug, as well he should. "It was bloody marvelous,
wasn't it?"
"I
damn near *did* pass out, it was so 'bloody marvelous'," I told him.
"I kinda like it when you're all in-charge and bossing me around like
that. Got me real hot. And you know what those damned skin-tight leather pants
of yours do to me." I hugged him close and copped a quick feel while I was
at it.
"So
you really enjoyed it?" Malcolm murmured, gently licking one of my abused
nipples. I sighed and snuggled closer.
"Loved
it, as if you couldn't tell," I chided mildly. "You fishing for
compliments again?"
"Hmmm,
just making sure," Malcolm said slowly, "Because I'd like to do this
again."
I chuckled
at the anxious yet hopeful expression on his face.
"What,
right now?" I teased.
"Plonker,"
he huffed, giving me a playful shove. Unfortunately, I was teetering on the
edge of the tiny bed at the time and his push sent me off onto the deck.
"Ouch,"
I whined, rubbing my wounded pride. Malcolm, properly apologetic, helped me
back onto the bed.
"Boy,
talk about adding injury to insult," I pouted dramatically. Then I flashed
him a brilliant smile. "Want to kiss the boo-boo better?" I asked
hopefully.
"Your
wish is my command."
"Oh,
it certainly is," I agreed.