Everyone in this story is well above the age of consent.
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"You want to play?" Anthony leered at Sören.
"Yes, Daddy."
Sören and Anthony went upstairs. Anthony brought in the rolling chair that had been in the guest room so he could sit to tie Sören, but easily move around him. Sören sat on an antique wooden stool with a soft cushion, that Solly had taken to sleeping on. Anthony used the teal blue rope from the rainbow assortment Sören had bought for him - Sören smiled, as teal was one of his favorite colors, and Anthony knew that. Sören got aroused not just by the feeling of surrender as Anthony bound him, but the intense look of concentration on Anthony's face... and the tender loving care, with Anthony stopping every few minutes to gently touch Sören and ask, "Are you OK? Still good?"
The chest harness bound Sören's arms behind his back - and it was harder for Sören to get up with his arms tied behind his back, so he truly was helpless like this. Helpless and wanting, the constriction of the ropes across his pecs making his pierced nipples hard and aching. Sören was wearing only black satin boxer-briefs, and Anthony smiled approvingly at the wet spot forming. Sören moaned as Anthony's fingers slowly brushed it, Anthony giving him a knowing look.
Anthony had left a length of rope in back to use as a leash so he could help Sören get up if needed... or just to play with it. Now he held the rope leash, toying with it - a display of power, of ownership - as he wheeled the desk chair closer and leaned in to steal a kiss. A frisson went through Sören as their mouths met and their tongues played together.
For awhile Sören and Anthony just kissed, but that alone was enough to get Sören very, very worked up, and soon his thong didn't just have a wet spot, but his clit was hard and jutting out, making a small bulge. When Anthony saw it he smiled, and started kissing Sören's sensitive neck and shoulder. As his tongue licked Sören's neck, he reached over and his thumb brushed a pebbled nipple. Sören gasped and shivered.
Anthony continued to kiss and lick and nibble Sören's neck, thumb rolling and rubbing one nipple, then the other. Finally Anthony got a wicked grin on his face and Sören watched him take pillows from the couch and set them on the floor in front of Sören. Anthony moved from the rolling chair to the pile of pillows, cane propped up against the bed. Anthony leaned in and seized a nipple with his teeth, biting, then tugging it. Sören cried out, cunt throbbing. Anthony took the nipple ring in his teeth and pulled, then his tongue lashed away at the sensitized nub, before nibbling it again, then sucking hard. He gave the other nipple the same treatment. Sören made an urgent whimper - already he was desperate to get fucked - but he knew, of course, Anthony was going to take his sweet time. And Anthony did, going back and forth between Sören's nipples, biting, licking, sucking, playing with the nipple rings. Sören saw from Anthony's trousers he was just as turned on by this, and after a few rounds of teasing one nipple, then the other, Anthony couldn't help a moan as he lapped at a nub. "You are so fucking hot," Anthony whispered before suckling hard and hungry.
Anthony kissed and licked Sören's stomach, then back up to pleasure his nipples some more. As Anthony's mouth worked on one, his fingers played with the other. At last his fingers walked down Sören's stomach, all the way down to the hardness tenting Sören's thong. Anthony gently, slowly brushed his fingers up and down the bulge as he continued teasing Sören's nipples, and Sören whimpered, his clit urgent for attention. Their eyes met and Anthony smiled. "Awwww, does your poor kitty need some love?" Sören nodded eagerly. Anthony chuckled, then he rasped, "Beg for it, slut."
Sören bit his lip and whimpered. "Please, Daddy. Please, Daddy. Please. Please, Daddy..." He whined again.
But, Anthony wasn't going to give in so easily. Anthony kissed and licked down Sören's stomach, and then he licked the hard nub of Sören's bottom growth through the fabric of his boxer-briefs. Sören moaned. Anthony continued to just slowly lick at the bulge, making the silky fabric rub against Sören's clit. He licked and licked, lust in his eyes, the sight of his teasing smile and his tongue slowly, sensually brushing up and down driving Sören crazy. After a few more licks Anthony nuzzled the wet spot of Sören's boxer-briefs, and then he kissed the clit through the fabric, sucked slowly, eyes locked with Sören's, watching his reactions. Sören bit his lip and whimpered, feeling like he was going to explode.
"So beautiful." Anthony let his fingers wander over Sören's body, playing over Sören's thighs and stomach and chest. "I love it when you're like this, giving yourself to me so completely."
"Fuck..." Sören shivered, and let out another whimper, aching so badly to come.
"So lovely." Anthony sucked at Sören's clit through the fabric some more. "You are a living work of art, elskan mín." Anthony licked the clit through the fabric again, licking and licking. "Ástin mín."
It felt incredibly intimate when Anthony spoke endearments in Sören's native language; Sören loved him for trying. Here and now, bound in sweet surrender, it made Sören's eyes tear up. That wasn't all that made Sören want to cry - after a few more licks, Anthony started kissing and licking Sören's sensitive inner thigh. Sören let out a sob of frustration, and Anthony laughed before kissing and licking Sören's thigh some more. Anthony nibbled, and Sören cried out, his cunt dripping, t-dick painfully hard, needing release so badly, even as he craved the delicious torment of Anthony's sweet teasing.
Anthony continued kissing Sören's thighs, making little murmurs of appreciation. One hand rubbed at the hard nub in Sören's boxer-briefs, while the other lazily roamed over Sören's chest and stomach, gently rubbed a knee. Sören's ache intensified - he heard himself panting, moaning, the need in him stronger and stronger. When Anthony kissed behind Sören's knee, Sören gave a cry, almost coming, and then Anthony kissed and nibbled at Sören's hip and his side, knowing how much Sören loved that, and Sören howled through clenched teeth before he broke down and begged, "Please, Anthony. Please. Fuck, please, Anthony, Daddy, I need it so bad... please, please..."
"I love it when you beg."
"Please. Please. Daddy, please. Anthony, please, Daddy, please..."
Anthony grinned. Sören watched as he produced a knife from his pocket; Anthony tugged at the waistband of Sören's boxer-briefs, and cut it most of the way, then ripped the rest apart with his bare hands, throwing the ruined fabric off to the side. Sören was completely naked now, cunt creaming, dripping as he looked at the knife in Anthony's hand, saw the predatory look in Anthony's eyes.
Anthony leaned up to kiss him, the knife at Sören's throat. He slid it down to Sören's heart as he began to kiss Sören's nipples again. Sören's breath hitched, and he sobbed. "Please. Please." He felt like he was going to explode if Anthony didn't fuck him, suck him, or something, anything, he just needed to come.
"You're such a good boy, trusting me like this," Anthony husked, dragging the knife up from Sören's heart to his throat, and back down, letting Sören feel the bite of the knife's tip without it breaking the skin. "You know you're safe with me."
"Fuck, Anthony, please..."
Anthony laughed. He kept the knife point at Sören's heart and dove down to take Sören's newly freed clit in his mouth. He sucked slowly, slowly, eyes locked with Sören's. Sören gasped - his clit loved the warm, wet velvet of Anthony's mouth suctioning around him, but he needed more.
Anthony took Sören's clit out of his mouth, gave it a few slow, deliberate licks, and said, "You don't get to come until I say so, pet." He made a streamer with Sören's juices on his tongue. "Beg for me."
"Please, Daddy. Please. Please. Please, Daddy..."
With that, Anthony sucked a little harder and faster. Sören needed so very badly to come, and if Anthony hadn't commanded him, Sören knew he would be undone almost instantly from all the teasing. But he was deeply in that submissive headspace now, and made himself hold back. Anthony built the pleasure higher and higher, edging Sören closer and closer with his mouth, yet keeping Sören just shy of release. As Anthony's left hand held the knife to Sören's heart, the fingers of Anthony's right hand slipped inside him, working in and out, teasing Sören all the more. Sören seethed through clenched teeth, feeling like he was going to die of the tension building inside him, but it was so, so good.
It got even more delicious when Anthony stopped sucking him and rose up to kiss him, and switched hands so his right hand held the knife to Sören's heart, his dominant left hand slowly tugging on Sören's clit like it was a cock. Sören moaned into the kisses, needing to come with every fiber of his being, holding back for the sake of obedience. Anthony stroked him and stroked him, each fierce, sensual kiss stoking the fire hotter.
Anthony stroked him for a long time, until Sören was quivering, whimpering. His shoulders and arms were starting to ache from being tied like this, but he didn't safeword just yet. Anthony slid back down and sucked Sören slowly, then faster, until Sören couldn't help the little howls that came out of him, sounding so wanton, so primal, animal, like he was in heat for it.
"Beg, slut."
"Daddy!" Sören shuddered, almost coming without permission. "Please, Daddy, please. Please, Daddy. Please. Please. Please, please, Daddy... Daddy..."
Anthony came up to kiss Sören one last time, and then as he dove back down he growled, "Come for me, Sören." His lips wrapped around Sören's clit just in time for Sören to let go as Anthony had commanded, coming with a cry in Anthony's mouth. Sören's orgasm was so intense it made him weep.
Anthony took a few last licks at Sören's contracting cunt - groaning with appreciation as he watched it pulsing - and when he came up to kiss Sören, letting him taste himself, Anthony cut Sören's bonds free. It hurt a little as Sören moved his arms, and he knew he was probably going to need to take something over-the-counter for the soreness later, but it was so worth it. Silent tears streamed down Sören's face, euphoria ringing through him. Anthony kissed Sören's tears and nuzzled him. Sören still had some of the rope on, and after Anthony got up, he tugged on the rope leash, pulling Sören up into a kiss.
Anthony got his trousers and boxer-briefs off as quickly as he could. His cock was flushed a deep pink, veins prominent, completely slick with precum. Sören moaned at the sight of it. He giggled as Anthony shoved him down on the bed, and moaned as Anthony climbed over him with a growl.
Anthony rolled them onto their sides, then grabbed a fistful of Sören's curls and pulled him down. "Suck me off," he commanded.
Sören grinned and greedily took Anthony's cock down to the hilt. Anthony groaned and shuddered as Sören sucked him hard, hungry, wanting to express his gratitude for the amazingly hot domination and powerful orgasm. Anthony was so worked up from dominating Sören that he came a couple of minutes later, clutching Sören's head and calling out his name as he climaxed. "Mmmmmmmmm," Sören groaned as he tasted Anthony's seed, loving it.
Sören got so turned on by sucking Anthony's cock again, swallowing his cum, that he couldn't help touching himself, taking his hard clit between his thumb and forefinger, stroking it back and forth. Anthony lay there, catching his breath, looking beautiful in the throes of his release, and Sören came again, squirting onto Anthony's thigh. When Anthony felt Sören gushing on him his eyes opened and he gave Sören a mock stern look, his eyes laughing.
"Did you play with that slutty boypussy without permission?"
Sören nodded, giggling. "Whoopsie."
Anthony narrowed his eyes but now he laughed aloud, and swatted Sören's ass. "I'm too spent to punish you now, but next time..."
"Hi Too Spent To Punish You Now But Next Time."
Anthony smacked Sören's ass again, harder. "You're going to get double discipline for that, you brat."
"Yay!" Sören cleared his throat, then pretended to be serious. "I mean, oh dear. Oh no, anything but that."
Anthony pulled Sören against him, kissed Sören's brow, and kissed the tip of his nose. "Such a brat."
"You love it."
"I do." Anthony stroked Sören's face, his curls, looking into his eyes adoringly. "I love you."