Sexy Gay Stories - Volume Five - three m/m short stories

pain, but he really wanted to know.
    ‘You’ll see,’ said Bobby. ‘You can fight back.’
    ‘I’m trying,’ said Mitch and he did pull around some. ‘What are you doing?’
    By now, Bobby had looped the rope around Mitch’s other wrist. He ran it down around Mitch’s ankles, then back up to the first wrist, where he tied it off. When he was finished, Mitch was sitting with his legs folded under him, his wrists and ankles tied behind him. He was all trussed up and completely at Bobby’s mercy.
    Bobby studied his handiwork and decided he’d done a pretty good job, particularly considering that this was his first time. ‘Can you get loose?’ he asked Mitch.
    Mitch struggled. Then he said, ‘Hey, man, you really got me.’
    ‘Yeah, got you good,’ said Bobby. He really liked looking at this big guy he’d made so helpless. Maybe he didn’t think he was so hot now.
    After a while, Mitch said, ‘This isn’t very comfortable.’
    ‘OK,’ said Bobby. ‘We can do something else.’ He went over to the cabinet and got another rope. Then he sat back down facing Mitch.
    ‘What are you going to do?’ asked Mitch and when Bobby ran the rope around his neck, he said, ‘Hey, don’t do that. I don’t like that.’
    ‘Don’t try this at home,’ said Bobby. ‘It can be dangerous if you don’t do it right.’
    ‘I don’t think I’m into this,’ said Mitch.
    Bobby tied a knot in the cord, just below Mitch’s throat.
    ‘See, this makes sure the rope won’t tighten up and strangle you. And it’s silk. It won’t burn you at all.’ 
    Now he ran the other end of the rope down along Mitch’s deep, carved chest, across the ridges of his abdomen,. He pushed his thighs apart and looped the cord under and around Mitch’s balls and tied another knot.
    All the time Bobby was doing this, Mitch was saying, ‘What are you doing?’ again and again. He sounded worried.
    ‘I won’t do anything bad to you,’ said Bobby. ‘You’re gonna like what I’m gonna do to you. Just wait a second, OK? Don’t go anywhere.’ He went over to the cabinet and got lube, condoms and a glove.
    When he came back behind Mitch, he kissed him on the cheek, to let him know they were going to do something different now. Mitch was very still. Bobby undid the first rope, the one tying up his arms and legs. Of course, he left the rope running from Mitch’s neck to his balls. He slid some pillows under Mitch’s lower back and tested the arrangement by pulling him back against them. The rope tightened. Perfect. 
    He pushed Mitch back up to release the pressure, then he reached around, lubed Mitch’s cock and started stroking it. As it began to grow, he pulled the big guy back again, again tightening the silken cord. Mitch’s cock and balls grew dark with blood. Bobby knew they were now exquisitely sensitive to his touch, to the velvet smooth strokes repeated with a perfect flowing rhythm ... top to base, base to top and back and back ... Mitch closed his eyes and moaned. Pre-come flowed, shiny and thick. Bobby didn’t want him to get off yet, so he pressed a point that held the come back. He liked being in control, in fighting and fucking. 
    Now he pulled on the glove and ran his hand down Mitch’s back, down along that hard white ass and into the crack. He lubed the area and the glove and tried pushing into Mitch’s asshole but the big guy was shut tight. He massaged it a little, pressed a few points around it, then started pushing in again, steady but not too forceful. Mitch opened for him.
    He got one finger in, then two, up to the prostate, which he began to stroke. He knew he was sending exquisite sensations rippling all through the big white guy. Mitch gasped, then he moaned and began to grind his hips. Bobby thought this was so beautiful... Mitch’s rippling muscles, glistening with sweat, shimmering. Bobby’s dick was very hard now. 
    He pulled his fingers out, slipped on a condom, then came around and sat in front of Mitch, so he could push his legs up, those wonderful strong legs.
    Mitch’s cock was straining and quivering from side to side with a life of its own. The veins were bulging, the head flaring and the tip shiny with ooze. Bobby didn’t want him to come yet. He grabbed the base of Mitch’s cock, could feel the come pressure building up again, squeezed it back. He pulled on the cord, renewing the pressure around the top of Mitch’s balls. Then he pushed the big guy back and slid his cock into