The Birthday Boy's Present (CBT gay figging)
The Figging Files, #1
Romance, Erotica, Gay, Contemporary
| Author: | Sapphire Rush | ISBN: | 9781501416330 |
| Publisher: | Sapphire Rush | Publication: | July 1, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Sapphire Rush |
| ISBN: | 9781501416330 |
| Publisher: | Sapphire Rush |
| Publication: | July 1, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Jeff and Kenny have been together a while now. Their relationship is beautiful, and pure, and rooted in bondage, dominance, and submission. It's Jeff's birthday, and his sub Kenny wants to do something special for him; something special involving tight restraints and their mutual friend Simon's secret back room...
Warning: This 4,000 word story contains CBT, extreme BDSM themes, punishment tight bondage, a very strange kiki, and a very dangerous length of ginger.
Excerpt:
"I am going to have so much fun tonight!" he announced. "What are you playing at?" He left a silence, listening to Kenny's helpless moans. He breathed in, feeling himself finally beginning to calm down. The sounds were starting to turn him on.
"Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was?" He drew breath to continue, and then he saw that Kenny was nodding at him. The conceited little prick!
He spun round, opening the closet door, selecting quickly. Of course, he wasn't completely ignorant of Simon's collection of tools. He knew that the perfect implement would be there somewhere. And so it was; a long riding crop with a flat, wide end.
He approached Kenny from behind, and took a breath to clear his mind. Whatever you do with your sub, whatever you do to your sub, you must do it with love and respect, never with anger. His lips formed the words a couple of times. He'd learned them long ago, and they were still vitally important.
He looked at Kenny again, forcing himself to think of all the times Kenny had done something sweet. Something thoughtful. Something sexy.
Yes, that was enough. He rolled Kenny onto his side. Then he raised the flogger, took careful aim, and brought its flat end whistling through the air to make unobstructed contact with Kenny's dangling, unprotected balls.
The innocent, teasing mmmmphs that had been coming from Kenny's gagged mouth stopped, and a low, meaningful groan forced itself up from Kenny's stomach and out of his mouth.
"There", said Jeff. "How do you feel now?" He brought the flogger up and in at a different angle, cracking it against the other side of Kenny's sack.
"And I should hope so, too", said Jeff, stretching his shoulders out, putting the flogger down for the moment, returning to the closet, taking a cane; and then he shut the doors.
Jeff and Kenny have been together a while now. Their relationship is beautiful, and pure, and rooted in bondage, dominance, and submission. It's Jeff's birthday, and his sub Kenny wants to do something special for him; something special involving tight restraints and their mutual friend Simon's secret back room...
Warning: This 4,000 word story contains CBT, extreme BDSM themes, punishment tight bondage, a very strange kiki, and a very dangerous length of ginger.
Excerpt:
"I am going to have so much fun tonight!" he announced. "What are you playing at?" He left a silence, listening to Kenny's helpless moans. He breathed in, feeling himself finally beginning to calm down. The sounds were starting to turn him on.
"Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was?" He drew breath to continue, and then he saw that Kenny was nodding at him. The conceited little prick!
He spun round, opening the closet door, selecting quickly. Of course, he wasn't completely ignorant of Simon's collection of tools. He knew that the perfect implement would be there somewhere. And so it was; a long riding crop with a flat, wide end.
He approached Kenny from behind, and took a breath to clear his mind. Whatever you do with your sub, whatever you do to your sub, you must do it with love and respect, never with anger. His lips formed the words a couple of times. He'd learned them long ago, and they were still vitally important.
He looked at Kenny again, forcing himself to think of all the times Kenny had done something sweet. Something thoughtful. Something sexy.
Yes, that was enough. He rolled Kenny onto his side. Then he raised the flogger, took careful aim, and brought its flat end whistling through the air to make unobstructed contact with Kenny's dangling, unprotected balls.
The innocent, teasing mmmmphs that had been coming from Kenny's gagged mouth stopped, and a low, meaningful groan forced itself up from Kenny's stomach and out of his mouth.
"There", said Jeff. "How do you feel now?" He brought the flogger up and in at a different angle, cracking it against the other side of Kenny's sack.
"And I should hope so, too", said Jeff, stretching his shoulders out, putting the flogger down for the moment, returning to the closet, taking a cane; and then he shut the doors.
