Willing To Try

(This is Zack and Rene’s follow-up story to ‘Daring Plans’)
 

The drive home from the club didn’t take too long. Then again it seemed to last much longer than it should have. Neither man spoke, although their hands often touched. Each was immersed in his own thoughts.

Zack concentrated on his driving while wondering what had led to his husband being in a fetish club. Somehow he did not believe this interest had occurred overnight. So just how long had Rene been curious about this lifestyle? Why hadn’t he brought up the subject and talked it over with him?

Rene wasn’t sure how to describe his feelings about the evening he’d just experienced. Nor had he any idea how Zack was going to take to the idea that he found certain aspects of BDSM so exciting. He was also concerned about Zack being disappointed in him for not fully disclosing the theme of the evening out.

His thoughts went to a couple of the websites he’d looked at; ones that showed men tied and blindfolded while being toyed with by their partners. Could he tell his husband he’d like to experience this? Zack turned the car into their driveway just as he was trying to come up with a way to say something.

Shutting off the ignition, Zack turned to the man sitting beside him. He figured he’d have to work at getting his young lover to open up and discuss a topic he was obvious fascinated by, but equally uncomfortable with.

“Rene, I want you to go upstairs, prepare a romantic ambiance in our en suite, start the bath water, get undressed and wait for me. I have a few things to take care of.”

Rene was a bit puzzled by Zack’s instructions. However, they were given in such a way that he wasn’t about to question his Top. He went upstairs and into their en suite bath and turned on the faucets in the tub, adjusting them to the right temperature. Then he set about lighting some of the large pillar style candles they kept in the bathroom. He added a few drops of sandalwood oil to lightly scent the water, turned off the bathroom lights and stripped out of his clothes.

Suddenly, he felt unsure as to what to do with himself while he waited for Zack to join him. Should he get in the water? No, he felt he should wait for his husband. But just to stand there felt awkward. Take a seat? No, the only seat would be the toilet and that totally lacked romance. So he followed what his gut told him to do. He dropped to his knees beside the tub and waited. As he knelt there he began to wonder just what his husband was up to downstairs. Moments later, he heard the squeak of footsteps on the stairs and knew his curiosity was about to be answered.

Meanwhile, Zack had taken his time locking up for the night and resetting the alarms system. It was something they’d had installed after a break-in had left them feeling vulnerable and violated. It had been more than worth the cost as it enabled them to sleep better at night and leave their home without fear of coming back in alone. He grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses, hoping it would help loosen his husband’s tongue. Then, turning off the last of the lights, he slowly made his way up the stairs.

He saw the candlelight softly flickering from the en suite and smiled, knowing his instructions had been followed. Quickly undressing, he grabbed up the wine and walked over to the doorway. The picture of his beloved kneeling on the floor set his heart racing. He wished for even half the artistic talent his better-half possessed so that he might put this beautiful scene on canvas to treasure for years to come. He remained standing where he was, patiently waiting for his naked lover to look up.

Rene heard the clink of glasses and felt Zack’s presence as he entered the room. He glanced towards the doorway. He could see a pair of bare feet and slowly looked upwards, following the strong legs to where they joined at the hips. Zack’s thick penis lay down over his sack, topped off by thick dark hair. In one hand, Rene could see a pair of wine glasses and in the other, a bottle of his favourite Pinot Noir. As he continued to scan upwards, his eyes roved over firm abs, up to lightly furred pectorals and spreading out to broad strong shoulders.

When Rene looked at Zack’s face, he saw a faint smile and finally his eyes met his husband’s. They were smoldering and spoke volumes to Rene. This was his husband, his lover, and his Top. He could tell Zack anything and knew he’d never be belittled for it. Perhaps this would be easier than he had thought. He only hoped that Zack would be interested in trying out some new things. He dropped his eyes to the floor again and quietly asked, “Is everything to your liking, sir?”

Zack softly chuckled and briefly pondered what new game his Brat was playing. He pretty much guessed it had something to do with the curiosity Rene displayed in a lifestyle they had yet to discuss. “It’s perfect, love.”

He put the items he was holding on the side of the tub and stepped in, inviting his husband to join him. Once settled with Rene’s back to his chest, Zack poured the wine and sat back to appreciate its’ bouquet, gently pulling Rene back with him.

For several minutes, not a word was spoken as they relaxed and took pleasure from just being together; here in this calming place, here in this uninterrupted moment in time.

The wine warmed Rene from the inside as he drank it, its’ rich flavour filling his senses. After a time he leaned his head back on Zack’s broad shoulder. “Would you like to hear about what I saw tonight?”

‘Hmm, no work involved at all,’ Zack thought with a smile before unreservedly answering. “I’m very interested in hearing all about it, love.”

“It was strangely fascinating watching all the people in costume, but what I found most interesting was the atmosphere. The Subs giving themselves over willingly to the whims of their Doms, though I don’t suppose whims is quite the right word. But they give themselves up to what their Dom wants to do to them. They get pleasure from being spanked or flogged. Often tied up and sometimes blindfolded, their bodies become the playground for the Dom. It was really hot, Zack, and I…well…I think it would something exciting to try. That is…well… if you’d be interested.”

Zack took his time to ponder his own feelings on the subject. “I think, Rene, it would depend on just what aspects you’re intrigued by most. I’m kind of guessing here, but I believe playing ‘boy’ to my ‘Sir’ appeals to you.”

He placed his now empty glass on the floor next to the wine bottle and did the same with Rene’s. Reaching around his husband, Zack first teased Rene’s nipples until they were hard little nubs. Then he slowly moved his hands downward over his husband’s taunt stomach, feeling the man in his arms stiffen. Ignoring his own rising desire, he gently kneaded the inside of Rene’s thighs and used his thumbs to tauntingly rub along the length of the growing erection. He lightly fondled Rene’s testicles while sucking on the back of Rene’s neck. He felt a shudder run through his lover’s body and heard the indrawn breath.

“Do not cum without permission, boy. Talk to me; tell me what you’d like me to do to you,” he demanded as he pressed his hardening shaft against Rene’s back.

Overcome by the moment and the need, Rene’s body betrayed any previously thoughts or ideas. “I want…I want you to take me hard, please. I need to feel you inside of me, controlling me. Please sir, just take me and use my body as you see fit.”

Using his toes, Zack started the water draining and then hauled himself and his husband out of the tub. He placed the bath sheet he’d used to quickly pat-dry two wet bodies, on the counter so that it hung down the front.

“Elbows on the towel, boy. Keep your head up and facing the mirror.” He tried not to smile as he was instantly obeyed, intent on maintaining an unyielding stance. He ran his hands lightly over Rene’s backside. “I love these buns,” he crooned as he continued caressing the white globes. “I love the size and shape of them. I love the cushiony feels when relaxed and the firmness when flexed; soft and smooth or hard and strong.” He picked up the lube.

Within moments he had Rene prepared for his entry. The young man’s obvious state of rapture certainly facilitated this procedure. Once the initial breach had been accomplished and accepted, Zack pushed in hard and fast. He stared at the beautiful face in the mirror and into blue eyes that silently pleaded for more. “Do not cum until I tell you to, boy,” he ordered yet again.

Never taking his eyes off his lover’s reflection, Zack repeatedly pulled out and plunged back in at a vigorous pace until he felt Rene’s internal organs contract. Just as he was about to climax, Zack reached around and grasped Rene’s engorged penis.

Seconds later, he shot deep into his lover’s body and leaning over, breathed out a husky sounding “Now, boy!”

Rene was far from silent as he yelled out his release, spraying the towel with his cum. His head fell forward against his arms and he gasped trying to catch his breath while enjoying the last shudders of his orgasm. “Oh God…” he moaned. “That was soooo good.”

He felt Zack’s softening penis slide out of his body as the older man pushed himself up, taking the weight off of Rene’s back. Zack pulled him up off the counter and turned him around in his arms. Rene wrapped his arms around his husband’s waist and rested his head against the broad chest. “I don’t think I’ll ever walk again.” He murmured into the soft chest hair.

It was a weak-at-the-knees, slightly dazed man Zack put to bed that night. Whereas the discussion that awaited them the next morning may have slipped Rene’s mind, it was playing havoc with Zack’s and resulted in it keeping him awake for some time. But finally sleep won out.

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The next morning Rene woke before his husband, which was most unusual. He lay on his side watching Zack sleep, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing for a few minutes before deciding to slip out of bed. He made a quick trip to the bathroom, pulled on some lounge pants and a t-shirt and then headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. As he worked he kept an ear open for sounds from upstairs. He wanted to serve Zack breakfast in bed, feeling that the bedroom was the most comfortable place for the conversation he wanted to have.

He knew Zack would want to talk more about last night and he was trying very hard to get past his feelings of embarrassment in order to share some of his secret fantasies with his husband. Rene loaded up a tray with crisp homemade waffles, raspberries, warm maple syrup, coffee and orange juice.

Zack was just coming out of the bathroom as Rene walked in with the tray. He grinned broadly at the sight of Zack’s bed- head hair and nude body. “Good morning, handsome. I made us some breakfast.”

“And to what do I owe this special treat, my love?” Zack inquired as he climbed back into bed and pulled the sheet over his lap. He gazed appreciatively at the bounty of delicious food and reached for a glass of juice.

Rene sat cross-legged on the bed facing his husband. He took his plate from the tray and tucked into the waffles as he prepared to answer Zack’s question. “Mostly because I love you and wanted to thank you for being so understanding about last night.”

“And exactly what part of the evening are you referring to, sweetheart?” Zack bit into a waffle and closed his eyes as he chewed. “Hmm, this is delicious! You’ve outdone yourself, Rene,” he sincerely praised.

“What we did last night. You know, in the bathroom? Well, that was fun. Have you… well, done anything like that before? You know; Dom stuff? I mean you’re always kind of in charge when we have sex, but I mean stuff that’s maybe a little kinky?”

Convinced they were still skirting the topic Rene truly wanted addressed, Zack surprised his husband by announcing, “I attended a couple of fetish-type activities when I was attending university. Came away somewhat confused but was unable to open up about it.” Zack hoped what he had to say would put Rene at ease. He wanted his husband to know he understood the difficulty in admitting to wants that to some may seem a little off the wall. “Strange that, as I’ve always been able to discuss anything with my dads. I eventually did bring up the subject and was pleasantly surprised when they seem pretty much okay with it. Of course, Papa wanted all the details and that kind of became a bit uncomfortable. At the same time though, it felt good to get it off my chest and receive assurances from someone I loved that experimenting was healthy.”   

“Your relationship with your dads is so great. Never in a million years could I have talked to either of my parents about sex of any kind, to say nothing of anything kinky! And even if by some crazy twist I did mention it, I’d have been told only sick people would participate in such activities. I think their attitudes still colour my way of looking at things. I still find it really awkward to talk about it.” Rene sipped his coffee as he tried to pull up the courage to continue. “So you would really be open to…well, trying some stuff?”

Zack smiled over the top of his mug and raised an eyebrow, wondering just what ‘stuff’ Rene might be interested in trying out. “I might,” he slowly conceded. “I was nothing more than an observer the few times I attended a fetish club. Although it was years ago, I remember coming away fairly determined I’d never be drawn into actually participating either as a Dom or a sub.”

Seeing the disheartened expression on his husband’s face, Zack hasten to clarify his present views. “However, that said, I must admit to feeling a spark of interest in it now. I’ve learnt over the years that while some fetish activities may appear abusive; most resemblance to such is superficial. There’s an important difference when you’re doing these things because both you and your partner enjoy them. There is nothing wrong with treating your lover how he wants to be treated as long as safety is maintained and it’s consensual. I get pleasure out of giving you pleasure and within certain guidelines, I am willing to explore avenues the will add to our carnal gratification.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “You got any exciting ideas running amok in that head of yours?”

Rene swallowed down the last of his waffle as he tried to formulate a reply to Zack’s question. “Well…I’ve always kind of had a desire to be…ah…tiedupandblindfolded.” He spit out the last part very quickly and felt his cheeks heat up with a blush which made him feel even more embarrassed.

“Hmmm, I see,” Zack softly replied as he pondered how to help the young man sitting in front of him feel more comfortable. He reached over and took one of Rene’s hands in his. Using his thumb to rub soothing circles on the back of the hand he held, Zack quietly intoned, “We have to be very specific, love. We have to be very much aware of each other’s desires and, maybe even more importantly, each other’s limits and probable dislikes. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Rene nodded. “Yeah, I understand.” He thought quietly for half a moment. “What would you think about me writing down some of the things I’ve thought I’d like to try? Then…well then I could just leave it up to you.” He looked up a bit shyly at his husband. “I kind of like it, Zack, when you decide what is done. If after you read what I write you want to talk some more, then that would be fine. I really would find it easier to write it than say it.”

“Whatever works best for you, sweetheart. But right now we both have to get ready for work. It’s the plight of Monday mornings.” Zack swallowed down the last of his coffee, shifted the tray of his lap and got out of bed. “It will give you plenty of time to think about what you want to tell me. You getting home before me will allow you the privacy to compose your letter. How does that sound?”

 “That sounds like a good idea. I’ll clean up these dishes while you get your shower.” As he headed downstairs with the tray, Rene considered just what he’d like to write in that letter.

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Rene got home from work at the day-care centre and instead of heading to his studio as was his normal habit, he pulled out his laptop, sat at the kitchen table and began to compose his letter.

Zack,

I’m sure you already know this but one of my biggest turn-ons is when you get all toppy in bed. I love the mark you always leave on the back of my neck, like a brand of possession. I just love feeling like I belong to you and only you.

I’ve done a bit of surfing on the web and have really found the sight of guys being tied up by their Top to be very exciting. I have this fantasy where you’d come into a room and tell me I was yours to do with whatever you wanted and it didn’t matter what I wanted. You’d drag me off to bed and tie my arms to the headboard and blindfold me.

Then you’d tease me and maybe spank me, kind of hard so I could really feel it. I know it would be very different than how you spank me when I’m in trouble, but still let me feel the heat of it. I’d like to be teased and then have you take me as you see fit.

I guess when I get right down to it, the fantasy is to feel like I’m your property to use for your pleasure.

Love, Rene

Rene read his letter through several times, editing it. Part of him wanted to go into more details of what he’d like and yet another part of him wanted to leave that up to Zack. After all, just asking for everything would take the fun and spontaneity out of the whole thing. He knew his husband was a creative man and trusted that he’d understand what he was looking for and add his own flare to things. What he truly wanted to was to be surprised. He only hoped that it would also be a turn on for Zack.

He printed off the letter, sealed it in an envelope and placed it on Zack’s desk. From this point on, he was leaving it all in his husband’s hands.

Zack arrived home shortly after five pm. He smiled upon hearing sounds that indicated his husband was painting in the studio upstairs. As was his habit, he made his way to the front of the house and hung his lab coat over the banister. He picked up the mail, taking it into his study. He immediately put the bills and periodicals aside, and pick up the envelope propped against the computer monitor.

He slowly moved his leather chair back and forth as he read Rene’s letter. ‘This is doable,’ he thought and smiled when ideas began running through his mind. A few purchases, a bit of checking out any safety concerns and the best way to avoid danger, and he figured it was a go. But it would be on his time.

Returning to the kitchen, he began preparing their evening meal. When all was ready, he called up the stairs for his husband. “Supper’s on the table, Rene. Come and get it.” Even though he’d been far from quiet, he knew Rene would be too absorbed in his art to notice he was no long alone in the house.

Rene startled slightly at Zack’s voice. He guiltily half closed his sketch book before realizing that Zack was still downstairs and could not see the drawing. “Be down in just a minute!” he called out in reply.

Turning his attention back to the charcoal drawing, he added a few more lines to complete the sketch. Though it wasn’t his usual type of drawing, Rene was pleased with the result. The sketch depicted two men in a bedroom. The smaller male form was prone on the bed, nude with hands tied behind his back, blindfolded and gagged. A larger male looming over him, viewed only from behind, was also nude. This man held a riding crop in his raised hand, in position to strike the man on the bed.

Rene knew that this scene was beyond what he wanted in his own reality, but still the idea excited him. He’d been excited ever since visiting the club last night, and writing that letter this afternoon had only fanned the flames further. He was curious if Zack had read it and what his reaction would be. But he promised himself he would not ask. It was now up to his husband to decide what he wanted to do.

He suddenly became aware of the delicious aroma rising from the kitchen and his stomach rumbled in response. The empty candy bar wrapper lying on the table beside him was the only remnant of a rather unsubstantial lunch. So he closed the book, tucked it into a drawer and headed to the kitchen to join his husband.

“Hi, I didn’t even hear you come home.” Holding his hands up in front of him, he greeted Zack with a quick kiss. “Let me just wash the charcoal off my hands and I’ll join you.”

Zack grinned and grabbed the younger man to quickly return the kiss. Seeing the blackened fingertips, he landed a light swat on Rene’s bottom. “Make it snappy,” he teasingly ordered.

Hands now clean; Rene took a seat at the table with his husband. “This looks delicious, and I’m starved.”

After serving himself, Zack watched Rene do the same and then asked his husband about his day.

Rene chattered on about the kids at the day care centre and a commission he was soon to start for a local business. However, he purposefully did not bring up the subject of the letter. He half wondered if Zack would mention it, but was a bit relieved when he did not. Rene wanted what happened from this point on to be Zack’s decision and didn’t figure any further discussion on the topic was necessary.

The rest of their week went along as normal with nothing said about the letter or Rene’s visit to the fetish club.

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Finally, it was Friday and the long first of August weekend was about to begin. Zack had informed Rene before leaving the house this morning that there was a good possibility he’d be getting home a little later than usual as he had an errand to run. It was now almost five-thirty, half an hour past the time he would normally be finished work for the day, and he was still fifteen minutes from home. Pulling over to the side of the highway, he fished out his cell phone and texted his husband.

‘I will be home shortly and I expect to find you freshly showered, naked and kneeling beside our bed.’ Right to the point and without an explanation, was exactly how it read. Zack grinned and wondered what his Brat would be thinking right about now. Rene would understand the unspoken command to completely clean himself; he’d just be darn curious as to why he’d received the order in this manner.

Rene was in the kitchen sorting through take-out menus when the text arrived. He and Zack made it a habit to order in on Friday evenings. He tucked the menus back into the drawer and grinned. Dinner was going to be late tonight. He ran up the stairs two at a time and left a trail of clothes in the bedroom as he headed into the en suite.

As he prepared a cleansing enema, he wondered if this was going to be Zack’s response to his letter. Taking extra care with his shower, he was soon clean inside and out, and kneeling as instructed beside the bed. Wanting to give an appearance of true submission, he put his hands behind his back, lowered his head and waited for his lover to arrive home.

Zack drove into the garage and parked next to Rene’s vehicle. He waited for the large door to close, then grabbed his lab coat and the paper bag off the driver’s seat, and went into the house. He took a moment to bask in the stillness before preparing a small tray of items he needed. Once it was ready he climbed the stairs to the master suite.

He paused briefly to enjoy the sight of his husband and then placed the tray on the floor beside the bed. ‘Got to give my love credit,’ he thought. ‘He certainly seems to have mastered this submissive position rather quickly.’

Without saying a word, he unhurriedly set about removing his own clothes and hung up his suit. He gathered up Rene’s scattered clothing and headed to the en suite to drop them in the laundry hamper, returning to the bedroom with a couple of hand towels.

Rene tried to keep his eyes lowered as he heard Zack enter the room, but he couldn’t help a couple of surreptitious glances as his husband moved about. Whatever Zack was up to he was being very methodical in his preparations.

Zack took his time turning down the bedding and getting things organized just the way he wanted. Finally, he stretched out on the bed and summoned his sub. “Come and lie beside me, boy.”

Rene shivered slightly at the command and the use of the term boy. Zack was really getting into this. He gracefully rose from the floor and then lowered himself on to the bed next to Zack’s naked form.

With his sub securely nestled against his side, Zack reached under the pillow and pulled out the pair of handcuffs he’d hidden there. The cuffs had enough length of chain to afford easy movement, at least for Zack. Rene would not be permitted to shift positions on his own accord. The older man knew his being in control was crucial in order to maintain the desired turn-on and keep their fun from becoming a frightening experience.

The sight of the handcuffs sent a quiver up Rene’s spine. Zack was really going to do this and he’d obviously gone to some trouble to acquire the equipment to go along with the fantasy.

Zack fastened a cuff to Rene’s left wrist and looped the chain around the bottom of the headboard before snapping the second cuff on his sub’s right wrist. Leaning in close, he growled a directive. “Do not speak or cum without permission. You can make noise, but no talking is allowed. Understood?”

Rene gulped and nodded his head. He tugged on the cuffs just enough to ensure they were the real deal and not some fake thing that would pop open at the slightest pull. The solid resistance proved Zack had gone all out for this.

Starting with Rene’s face, Zack began to slowly kiss, nibble and lick his way along his lover’s jawbone, Next he turned his attention to Rene’s ears and neck, softly blowing on wet flesh while gently caressing down Rene’s chest with his fingertips.  

Zack smiled inwardly when his actions caused gasps of pleasure to escape Rene’s lips. He kept up the assault, working his way along Rene’s shoulders and over hardening nipples with his mouth while his hands lightly pinched and teased the lower areas of the younger man’s body. Although he ignored the pubic area where Rene’s manhood stood erect and waiting, he was still rewarded by fine body hair rising to meet his wandering hands.

This was torture; glorious, true; but torture nonetheless. The little pinches and nips were firm enough to be felt yet left nothing in their wake but tingles and heat.

Without out warning, Zack flipped Rene unto his front. He began licking and blowing along Rene’s spine, eliciting soft moans of delight, beginning at the nape of his neck and moving downward to the top of the crease between two beautifully rounded globes that eagerly rose up in search of their share of his devotion. He took a few moments to fondle Rene’s scrotum and lick along his perineum, thoroughly enjoying the writhing of his husband’s body. He eventually worked his way to the back of Rene’s knees and then to the souls of his feet and his toes before returning to the sensitive spot at the base of Rene’s hairline where Zack kept him marked. He sucked hard to once again leave a mark and re-established in both their minds a sense of possessiveness.

That mark was important to Rene. Though most people would think of it as a simple hickey, to Rene it meant something more. Hidden under his hair, Zack never permitted it to completely fade; he just moved its position an inch or so to either side, keeping the bite from becoming too irritated. And yet it was always a little tender spot that would remind him of his husband each time he touched it.

Zack’s big hand lightly grazed Rene’s bottom. “Love these cheeks,” the older man murmured. “But I think they can do with a little colour.” He began spanking, slowly and softly at first. Then he gradually let the tempo and strength of the swats increase as the reddening bottom lifted off the bed and squirmed in anticipation.

As the swats fell, Rene tugged on the cuffs holding him in place. The heat building in his backside and the bondage had him so turned on, he could barely stand it. He wanted to hump against the sheets but instinctively knew that would meet with his Dom’s disapproval.

When the colour finally met with Zack’s approval, he turned Rene over and smiled down at the expression of bliss he saw on his lover’s handsome face. He removed the second newly purchased item from its’ hiding place beneath the pillow and adeptly put the blindfold on his sub.

He reached for the small tray he’d left on the floor, taking care not to disturb the wire leading to the electrical outlet on the wall and set the tray on the nightstand. He lifted the feather out of the warm wax in the melter and wrote ‘mine’ across Rene’s bare chest, adding a simple scroll around the pert nipples. He heard the catch in his sub’s breathing when he drew an ice cube slowly over his handiwork.

Beneath the blindfold, Rene was a mass of senses. He half realized that Zack was writing a word across his chest and he considered trying to decipher what it was, but was too lost in the feelings to give it much effort.

This time when Zack’s lips and fingers made their downward pilgrimage over the front of Rene’s body, they came to a halt when they got to the erection that was pulsing with need. Sounds of desire heightened Zack’s craving as he swooped down to engulf the swollen penis with his mouth, drew it in and sucked deeply. As suddenly as he had begun sucking, he stopped and let the hard penis slide from his mouth.

After lifting Rene’s legs and setting them on his shoulders, Zack paused for a moment to appreciate the feel of a still very warm bottom lying on top of his thighs prior to taking the time to generously lube his husband in preparation for his entry. He pressed his own engorged shaft against the opening to his lover’s body and steadily pushed inward. Penetration was easy due to Rene’s relaxed state. After only several hard thrusts, Zack felt his lover’s internal organs contract around him. He leaned in and barely managed a throaty command of “Now, Rene!” before an earth-shattering organism rolled over him, causing his entire being to spasm.

Rene let out a guttural cry as he came hard, shooting his release across his stomach. White spots danced before his blindfolded eyes and he wasn’t sure if he didn’t actually lose consciousness for a few seconds.

Zack’s body slowly reverted to its’ normal state, enabling him to move off his lover and stretch out beside him. He lay there and watched the regular rise and fall of Rene’s chest for several minutes before removing the blindfold and handcuffs. He gently massaged each of Rene’s wrists, checking for any abrasions the cuffs may have caused. He was relieved to find nothing more than a slight redness which would quickly fade.

Gazing into dazed eyes, he realized the younger man was still high from the experience. He also realized that in using a blindfold, he’d been unable to watch the excitement building in his lover’s gorgeous blue orbs as he made love to him. It was something he got great pleasure from, but determined he’d willingly do without if and when they played like this in the future.

Zack picked up one of the towels he’d brought from their en suite, cleaned his bemused husband and then himself. He gently removed any remaining wax and returned it to the melting pot. Then he lay down and patiently waited for his husband to come back to the here and now.

Rene was aware of Zack’s ministrations but was feeling so languid from his orgasm and the whole experience that it seemed altogether too much work to respond. However, within a few minutes his brain became more alert.

He was about to speak and thank his lover for everything he’d done when he remembered the command he’d been given. He was not to speak unless given permission and though it seemed that the scene was over, Zack had still not given that permission. He certainly did not want to disappoint his Dom by defying his order. Since he was still feeling a wonderful sensation of submission, he wanted to show that with his actions. So he took one of Zack’s hands into his own and placed gentle kisses on each of the fingers as a show of gratitude.

Pleased with Rene’s responses and proud in having fulfilled his husband’s fantasy, Zack gently caressed the side of Rene’s face with his free hand, leaned closer and huskily whispered, “Would you be willing to try this again sometime, love?” He chuckled softly when all that his question garnered was a vigorous head shaking. “You can talk now, sweetheart,” he added in a lightly teasing voice.

“Thank you for what you did tonight. And yes, of course I’d be willing to try this again. It was an incredible experience! I wouldn’t want to make love like this all the time, but I’d sure love to make it something we enjoy more often.”

“Your wish is my command, my love.” Zack ardently kissed his lover’s lips to seal his promise. 

The End