The black leather thong hugs Lindsey’s hips, clings to the tops of his pale, snow-white thighs. It displays well his firm, tight butt, down to which his shining, raven-black hair cascades like silk. The glossy hair falls thickly over the back of a short black leather jacket and around the spikes of a studded collar. The face it frames is lovely and nearly feminine in its softness. One leather-gloved finger strokes his cheek thoughtfully as he gazes at the prostrate form before him.
A larger man, darker, muscular, with curly dirty-blond hair, lies bowed on his knees before Lindsey. Armand. His hands are bound tightly behind his back with a leather cord, and a ball gag is firmly lodged in his mouth, the strap belted around his head. His only clothing is a leather harness that encircles his torso, over his shoulders and thighs. Lindsey stares idly down at Armand as though he does not know what he should do with him. Thoughtfully, he cracks his black whip next to Armand’s body, making the man flinch.
The third man, the watching man, grins. He sits in a plush chair in the corner of the dark, dungeon-like room, his penis exposed to the open air and rapidly hardening, and greedily takes in the scene that he has paid to witness. He is nothing special, overweight with a forgettable face; Lindsey and Armand have long since ceased to pay attention to what these men look like. He peers at them through heavily-lidded eyes and even heavier breathing, while they pretend that he is not there.
Lindsey takes one boot—black, of course, with a spiked heel—and uses it to shove Armand’s shoulder, sending him sprawling onto his back. This exposes not only his well-haired chest, but his bound genitals; a leather manacle encircles the base of his penis, while another cord separates and encircles his testicles. He groans as Lindsey reaches down and playfully flicks the end of his phallus. The eyes of the man in the chair glint.
Lindsey smiles and strides around his prone form until he reaches Armand’s head. Ropes dangle from the ceiling, connected to a pulley with a crank against the wall. Lindsey reaches down and gently, lovingly ties the ropes to the top of Armand’s harness. He unbinds Armand’s hands and secures Armand’s wrists to two more of the over-hanging ropes, as well as additional cords from his wrists to his ankles. When he goes over to the wall and turns the crank, Armand is hoisted into the air, his arms held out at right angles from his sides, and his legs held in a split by the connection between his wrists and ankles.
Lindsey smiles at Armand’s trussed-up form. He lashes out with his whip and a large red welt blossoms against Armand’s stomach. Armand cries out against the ball gag, but Lindsey ignores him and moves over to a table in the corner. The surface of the table is covered in toys of all varieties, and Lindsey pauses, his hand cocked over the table as though deciding which chocolate to choose from the box.
He comes back to Armand with arms laden and sets his chosen toys on the floor. He smiles up at the bound man, reaching up with his gloved hands to pinch and twist Armand’s nipples mercilessly. Armand gasps and writhes, but succeeds only in making himself swing lightly back and forth. Lindsey stills him, and continues with the nipple abuse. When Armand’s nipples have been tormented into erect, glowing little nubs, he fastens to each of them a small clamp with a weight on the end, and then lets them dangle, pulling at the sore flesh.
He strides around Armand to the back, reaching down as he goes and scooping up a large wooden paddle. He does not hesitate for even a moment when he comes in range; he pulls back his arm and smacks Armand’s buttocks sharply with a resounding thwack. The movement causes Armand to swing slightly, and Lindsey times each of his blows so that Armand is moving into them, swinging inevitably backwards to meet the harsh smacks.
The watching man is breathing heavily by the time Lindsey finally reaches out and steadies Armand’s swaying form. Armand’s butt cheeks are glowing bright red by this time, his breath choked against the gag. Lindsey reaches down to his assembly of toys and brings up a large black dildo, larger than the well-endowed Armand himself. He pries open Armand’s ass and grips the dildo just behind its large head. With a quick shove, he forces the head of the toy into Armand’s anus dry, no lube.
He lets go of the dildo once the head is entirely inside, and the long shaft hangs obscenely from Armand’s ass. Gripping Armand’s body in one hand to keep him steady, Lindsey takes up the paddle again in the other hand and uses it like a hammer to pound the dildo into Armand. At first he taps it, like setting a nail, to make sure he’s got the angle right, and then he reaches back with his arm and uses three powerful blows to drive the phallus deep into Armand. When it is practically flush with his buttocks, he continues to rain the blows down, smacking the already abused cheeks and stimulating the toy inside, making it quiver with the movement.
Lindsey reaches down again for the last of his toys, ignoring the small moans and wet fleshy sounds as the man in the chair jerks himself off. Lindsey carefully lifts from the floor a small bead attached by a long cord to the control box he holds in his other hand. With two gloved fingers, he pushes the bead inside Armand’s anus, next to the phallus, burying it inside next to where he knows from long practice Armand’s prostate to be. Then, with a small, cold smile, he flips a switch on the control box and the bead begins to vibrate. He pushes the control up, increasing the stimulation, until Armand begins to cry out against the gag. The bead’s contact with the dildo causes the whole length to shudder inside him, and Armand writhes against his restraints.
Lindsey spares a glance for the man in the chair, and can tell that he is close. He goes back over to the wall and turns the crank, lowering Armand to the ground where he twitches and writhes at the sensations in his anus. Armand’s face on the floor is right in front of the watching man’s feet, and Lindsey comes back over and places his gloved hand on Armand’s chin, lifting him upwards until Armand is forced to scramble onto his hands and knees.
With another glance at the watching man from the corner of his eye, Lindsey reaches back and grabs the end of the dildo where it is lodged in Armand’s anus. He pulls it out a few inches, the thrusts it harshly back inside, throwing Armand’s body forward. He rocks Armand’s body like this, fucking him with the toy, scraping it back and forth against the vibrating bead, until suddenly the man in the chair comes, his seed spurting all over Armand’s face.
Some of the thick cum drips down Armand’s chin and lands in a small spot on the black tip of Lindsey’s boot. With gentle hands, Lindsey reaches forward and undoes the ball gag, popping it out of Armand’s mouth. “Lick it off,” he commands in a low, thick voice.
Armand lowers his head to Lindsey’s boot and offers his tongue, licking the white spot from the dark surface like a cat with cream, savoring the taste of Lindsey’s boot, of his command. Then he looks up.
The watching man’s eyes are closed; he is still recovering from his orgasm. So he does not see the look that passes between them. He does not see the sheer passionate fire that leaps from Armand’s gaze to Lindsey’s, causing Lindsey’s whole body to shudder. He does not hear the small gasp as Lindsey sees the future in Armand’s eyes, feels Armand as he will be later that evening, buried to the hilt inside Lindsey, their bodies pressed flush together, back to chest, Armand’s large arms wrapped around him like a shield, crushing him back against the huge, heavenly body. In that gaze, Lindsey hears himself crying out in the ecstasy of being roughly, lovingly taken. He feels the way Armand’s balls shudder against the back of his thighs as he pumps his seed deep, deep inside Lindsey’s body, so deeply that Lindsey imagines he can feel Armand coming against his heart.