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There was something freeing about being tied up and blindfolded. He could give himself over completely, get out of his own mind, forget all of his worries and just… just be. No more thinking about running lines. His next audition. Making rent. There was something about being at the mercy of someone else that made him feel like he was taken care of, watched over, and safe under the hands of the right person.
For Chris, that person was Ruben.
They’d met at a party, randomly, when Ruben ran into him. Quite literally, and he’d spilled his drink all over Ruben’s front. Ten minutes later, Chris found himself in the bathroom, Ruben’s liquor-soaked shirt in the tiny bathtub and Ruben’s hands on his hips while Chris sucked on his tongue.
He’d figured it would be a one-time thing only. Meet at a party, make out, exchange numbers, and never see them again. Chris didn’t want to seem desperate by calling Ruben, didn’t want to get his hopes up either. How could someone as beautiful as Ruben want anything to do with him, after all?
But Ruben had called the next day. And the day after that.
Now, a year and a half later, they lived together, laughed together, and loved together.
And boy, was the loving good.
Chris learned more about himself in those first six months with Ruben than he did in the entire four years he’d spent at college.
Case in point: he learned how much he liked being tied up. How he liked to give over control and how sometimes he liked a little pain with his pleasure. He learned that Ruben was good at taking control and giving that pleasurable pain Chris sought out. Even more importantly, Ruben was good at taking care of Chris after. Cleaning him up, running a bath, laying with him. Ruben made him talk about it, too, about what Chris did and didn’t like during the scene, and he’d talk about what he did and didn’t like, too.
It was good. Really good.
It was the best sex combined with the most serious and intimate relationship he’d ever had, and Chris had never been more afraid and yet more exhilarated in his life.
Today, especially, the thrill of excitement buzzed through his veins, through his very bones, because today was his birthday and Ruben had set up something special. Chris showered, changed into the pair of boxers he’d brought into the bedroom, and walked into the bedroom only to have a pair of arms snatch at his waist to pull him back against a strong chest.
He grinned.
“You ready?” Ruben whispered and, still smiling, Chris bit at his lower lip and shivered at the soft, sweet voice and the brush of lips against his ear.
“Yes…”
“Yes, what?”
Chris licked his lips and leaned his weight into Ruben, the back of his head resting against Ruben’s collarbone as he shivered again from the low, dark tone of Ruben’s voice.
“Yes, Master,” he replied in a voice barely audible. Heat flooded his body as soon as the words slipped past his lips, uttered into their dimly lit bedroom.
Ruben’s hand slipped from his waist and trailed up Chris’s chest, past the ridge of his collarbone, up to curl loosely around his throat. Chris swallowed and felt his Adam’s apple bump into Ruben’s fingers when he did. The slight tightening of those fingers had Chris’s breath catching on his chest, and then the tension in his body went lax and he let himself sink into that space in his head. To follow orders, to be obedient, to please his Master.
And it felt so good to submit.
“Good boy,” Ruben murmured and dropped a lingering, open-mouthed kiss to the crook of his neck. “Always so good for me, aren’t you?”
Chris let out a moan in response, hips pushing forward into nothing before Ruben’s other hand slipped down and clutched it hard, using that grip to pull Chris back into Ruben’s firm body. And oh, oh that was good. Chris gasped, every nerve-ending in his body lighting up under Ruben’s attention.
“Yes, Master. Only for you.”
Ruben’s hand on his hip moved away, but the hold on his neck tightened just enough to make Chris whimper. He was trying to be good, trying not to push into the hand at his throat, but god did he want it. Wanted that hand to rob him of his ability to breathe, control him and decide for him what he was supposed to do, make him comply—
The hand at his neck dropped away but in another moment, a length of black cloth stretched out in front of Chris’s face. Their blindfold. Chris’s blindfold.
“Color?”
“Green, so green,” Chris breathed, the anticipation curling through him in a warm caress.
The blindfold slipped gently over his eyes, tied carefully behind his head. Ruben checked the fit with a finger, then two, slipped under the fabric before he placed his hands on Chris’s hips again and started to shuffle them forward to their bed. When his knees bumped into the soft edge of the mattress, Chris stopped and Ruben pulled away entirely.
Bereft at the loss of the strong, warm body behind him, Chris turned his head towards his shoulder, curious and questioning, only to hear Ruben’s voice in the firm tone that drove him wild.
“Get on the bed.”
His breathing grew a little deeper, a little heavier. Excited. He nodded his agreement and crawled on top, resting on his hands and knees since Ruben hadn’t given him any other instructions.
“Up, on your knees, baby. Kneel for me.”
Chris immediately complied and shifted back to sit in his heels as he waited for the next command. Instead of Ruben’s voice, though, a wide palm slid warm and heavy down the length of his spine before settling at the small of Chris’s back. His next exhale was a shaky, desperate thing, and Chris bit his lower lip to keep from begging for more.
But Chris would wait with thin patience for more, because Chris was a good boy.
“The best boy,” Ruben sometimes would call him, would whisper the words into his ear when they were cuddling and coming down from the high of a scene.
Then came the soft, familiar slide of rope over his shoulders, and Chris shivered, his dick twitching in his boxers in excited anticipation for what would come next.
The rope curved around his arms and chest, crisscrossing and twisting and knotting over his skin.
The first time Ruben had brought up the idea, hesitantly suggesting it when Chris asked if there was anything he wanted to try, Chris didn’t really understand the appeal. But now? Now, Chris loved it. Wanted to be tied up and blindfolded for his birthday, had asked for this specifically. He loved the feeling of being held together, like the rope was keeping him from falling apart. He liked the restriction, giving up all the control he tried to keep so tightly held in his hands in every other aspect of his life. Even more, he liked being held at the mercy of Ruben’s whims.
Chris liked the look of it too. Liked the sight of the rope digging into his skin, the way it fell over his body. The way Ruben would trace the line of the rope with a slow, intense determination in his eyes that always set Chris’s body on fire. Sometimes, Ruben would pull out the polaroid and take photos of his handiwork, and when they’d look at it later, Chris almost couldn’t believe that it was his body that looked like that, that his body could look so good, that he could be as desired as he was.
He knew how lucky he was to find Ruben.
“Hands behind your back,” Ruben breathed the command into the still air of their room.
Chris heard the delight and reverence in his voice, could practically see those big blue eyes gazing at him like Chris was the most precious treasure in the world. In the quiet of their bedroom, Ruben’s words sounded much louder than it actually was. Or maybe that was the lack of eyesight… or even just Chris starting to slip into that delicious hazy headspace where he stopped thinking so much and could just listen and do.
So, he did as he was asked, hands moving down and around until his wrists were tucked together and crossed behind him. The rope slid over his biceps, wove down his arms to his wrists, until Chris knew he wouldn’t be able to move his arms or hands from that position.
He was completely helpless to anything Ruben wanted to do to him, and nothing could have turned him on more. Chris let out a moan, cheeks flushing at how he sounded, and bit his lip again to stifle the noise.
“None of that,” Ruben tsked, one hand moving to cup Chris’s jaw and the pad of his thumb pressed to Chris’s lip to tease it from between Chris’s teeth. “You know I like to hear you.”
“Yes, Master,” Chris said as he nodded and shifted restlessly on his knees. He was hard from the intimate, sensual caress of rope and Ruben’s hands, and the feeling of being powerless and giving himself over to someone else. He liked being good for Ruben, but he wanted more. “Please, I…”
When Chris trailed off, Ruben pushed his fingers through Chris’s hair and tightened them at the back of Chris’s head, tugging it back to expose the slender length of his neck. Chris moaned again, eyebrows furrowing together in pleasure. “You what?”
“I’m so hard, Master, please…” Licking his lips, Chris pushed his head into Ruben’s hand. “Please, touch me…”
The hand in his hair loosened its grip and trailed to the back of his neck, then to his shoulder, then over his collarbone in a featherlight touch that made Chris whine in the back of his throat.
“What?” Chris could hear the smile in Ruben’s voice. “I’m touching you, aren’t I?”
“Yes,” Chris whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut. Ruben wasn’t wrong, but they both knew that wasn’t the kind of touching that Chris was asking for. “Yes, Master. You are.”
“So impatient tonight,” Ruben teased him.
His thumb pressed into the dip of his collarbone and slid down the center of his chest. It veered to one side to oh-so-slowly circle his nipple before he flicked it and made Chris gasp. He didn’t know what to expect, what kind of touches he’d be getting nor where, with the blindfold on, and it made everything that much more heightened. His hips arched forward when Ruben pinched the sensitive bud, the sudden sensation bridging the short gap between pleasure and pain.
“Master…” Chris had been trying so hard to be good, to sit still, tonight. But that was before Ruben went for one of the most sensitive spots on his body. Now he couldn’t sit still, not with Ruben rubbing tight circles around his nipple and sending pleasure zinging down his spine. He arched his back, pushing his chest into Ruben’s hand encouragingly, only for a pathetic noise to spill from his lips when Ruben tsked again and withdrew his hand completely. “Master, please!”
“I think you’re asking for trouble.” Ruben’s voice was deeper, lips and breath brushing teasingly over the shell of his ear. “I think you wanted a little more than just being tied up tonight.” Flushing at being called out, Chris shifted again and inhaled a shaky breath when Ruben’s hand clutched at his hair again. When Ruben spoke again, it was with his lips trailing over the front of Chris’s throat. “I think someone needs a spanking…”
It was embarrassing to admit, but Chris whined and jutted his hips out. Maybe that was what he wanted, what he was trying to get this whole evening as he moved restlessly and begged and pushed. Ruben always knew Chris’s body better than Chris did.
Ruben bit gently at Chris’s neck, knowing better than to leave any marks there, but Chris had no doubt in his mind that he’d be leaving marks in other spots that Chris could hide during auditions and rehearsals and productions. Ruben liked to mark Chris up probably as much as Chris liked to be marked up.
The hand in his hair slid down to the back of his neck and Chris almost moaned from how intimate that felt. He was pushed face down onto the mattress, turning his head to the side to breathe as it left him with his ass in the air and his hands firmly tied behind his back. He felt exposed and on show for Ruben, and Chris absolutely loved it.
“God,” Ruben murmured to himself, his hands smoothing over Chris’s ass to rub down the backs of his thighs. “You have no clue how good you look like this.”
The blush on his cheeks burned bright red even though Chris loved the praise. Loved to hear how he affected Ruben. “Thank you, Master.”
“I guess I should have known you’d want this,” Ruben started, and his fingers slid up the backs of Chris’s thighs and tucked under the hem of his boxers. “It’s your birthday, after all.”
Chris’s face was on fire, practically throbbing with the blood filling his cheeks in embarrassment. Ruben had spanked him last year for his birthday, and what had started as a joke turned into yet something else that Chris learned that he liked. Maybe he should feel more ashamed for wanting it, but it was hard to feel shameful when Ruben was so into it, too.
Sometimes, Chris liked it to hurt, and Ruben liked to give Chris everything he wanted. It worked for them.
Ruben’s nails dragged down the back of his thighs, scraping over the soft, sensitive skin, and it punched a sound of pleasure straight from Chris’s chest. “That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.”
Chris panted and eagerly pushed back into Ruben’s hands. “Please, Master.”
His boxers were pulled down and left in a tangle of fabric around his knees. Chris stayed there, suspense filling the air as he waited for the first blow to land. One of Ruben’s hands steadied on the small of Chris’s back, quelling his subtle shifting that he hadn’t even realized he’d began. Chris took a deep breath, trying to be good, to be still instead of being filled with nervous energy like he always was—
Ruben’s hand smacked his ass, the broad span of it curling hot around the curve of his hip, and Chris jolted with the sudden impact. It jarred him from his ever-racing thoughts, helping him sink into the fuzzy-brained space that he got to occupy when he was like this with Ruben. A gasp left his mouth and Chris’s body arched with the hit. The hand left his skin and Chris took a breath only to moan out when the hand fell back down a second later, a loud slap resounding through the room.
Ruben started a steady rhythm for the first few smacks, only to change it up once Chris’s breathing had evened out — sometimes landing two spanks back to back, sometimes lingering with his hand groping Chris’s ass, dragging one cheek to the side to expose his hole in a way that made his voice go high-pitched when he inevitably moaned his appreciation. Made Ruben curse under his breath to watch him. Ruben alternated sides, too, spreading the stinging heat evenly over his skin from the very top curve of his ass down to the very tops of his thighs, until Chris’s breathing came in hitching sobs.
With one hand still on Chris’s back, Ruben reached up to cup Chris’s cheek in his hand. “What’s your color, Chris?”
“Gr-green,” Chris stuttered, his eyes feeling wet. “Th-thank you, Master, that was so. I mean, that was so—”
“You did so well,” Ruben told him, rubbing his fingers carefully and lovingly over Chris’s face, his index finger tracing the soft swell of his bottom lip. Chris opened his mouth and tried to take Ruben’s fingers into it, but Ruben pulled his hand away. “You’re doing so well for me. Just a little more, okay? You want my fingers?”
“Yes, Master,” Chris breathed, arching his back and pushing his ass back to show just how much he wanted said fingers. “Please, can I have your fingers?”
“I don’t know, baby.” Two fingers rubbed teasingly around his hole but they didn’t push inside — Chris whimpered in the back of his throat, clenching his jaw. He wanted, and wanted so desperately… “Can you?”
“Please! Please, Master. Please, I want them, I can take them, I want it, I want—” Those two fingers pulled away, and Chris whined from the loss. “Master, no, please!”
“Calm down,” Ruben said quietly and pressed his palm to the small of Chris’s back. “You’re so desperate for something inside you, you can’t even wait for lube, huh? Is that it?”
“Master…” Chris sobbed, rubbing his face into the blankets atop their bed. “Master, I need you so badly.” With the hand leaving his back, and the weight of Ruben’s body leaving the bed, Chris squeezed his hands into frustrated fists. “Master, I’m sorry, please, don’t leave me, please don’t, I’m so sorry—”
“Chris, baby, shhh.” The hand returned and soothed up and down Chris’s back. “I’m not leaving. I’m right here.”
His breath hitched in his chest. “I need… I need…”
“I know what you need,” Ruben whispered to him, and the hand slid down to grab roughly at the reddened, aching skin of Chris’s ass. Chris groaned loudly as he deflated against the bed, tension and anxiety leaving him as quickly as it had flooded through his body.
Two fingers, slick with lube, slid over his entrance once again and then pressed into him without any preamble. Chris’s breath stopped up in his throat; the stretch of his hole around Ruben’s fingers was just on the good side of too much, because Ruben always knew what he could take. It was overwhelming as they pushed inside, unyielding and unable to ignore. They sunk in, in, in, until Ruben’s knuckles pressed against his ass.
“Master—” Gasping, Chris dropped his mouth open on a stuttered moan and clenched around the thick digits. “Oh, Master.”
“Yeah, that’s what you needed,” Ruben murmured, but he didn’t sound as collected as he had earlier, if the slight tremble in his voice was anything to go by. The knowledge that Ruben was affected by this, by the sights and sounds and sensations of Chris’s body, sent heat through his gut to his hard, aching cock. Precum pooled at the tip. “So needy… Taking my fingers so well, baby.”
And then those fingers started to move. Slowly, Ruben pulled them out barely half an inch and then pushed them back in. It punched a noise out of Chris’s chest, something deep and more animal than Chris thought he’d had in him. With every thrust in, Ruben would pull his fingers out a little more. Chris shivered with the devoted attention, the way he felt like the center of Ruben’s whole world — the way Ruben felt like the center of his own, too.
This was exactly what Chris wanted, what he needed, for his birthday.
Ruben’s fingers spread apart inside of him, and Chris whimpered, mouth dropping open as he pushed his face back into the blankets. “Master, Master…”
“You’re doing so good, just open up for me,” Ruben told him. The hand on Chris’s back moved up and clutched at his hands, lighting up every nerve-ending until the feeling of crackling electricity filled every crevice inside of his body. “Let me in, baby.”
That hand moved to rest on the back of Chris’s neck and, like a marionette whose strings were cut, Chris went lax and limp while his knees spread wider, hips arching sharply and chest dipping down to the bed.
“Yeah, just like that, Chris. So good… you’re being so good.”
Moaning, Chris pushed his hips back onto Ruben’s fingers. A third teased along his rim before pushing in alongside the other two. Chris keened and his fingers splayed out, breathing shaky as three fingers now worked inside of him. With his eyes covered and his hands and arms tied behind his back, all Chris could really do was take what he was being given. Feel the thick fingers stretching him wide, listen to the pants from Ruben and the squelch of lube, smell the tang of sweat and the clean scent of the bedding below him.
Then, those fingers were pressing down and rubbing right against his spot. Chris’s dick kicked, leaking more from the head, with the sudden burst of pleasure through his body.
“Fuck,” came a curse from behind him, and Ruben’s fingers slipped out of his body as Chris let out a pathetic sound from the sudden loss. “Fuck, I… I need—”
There was a brief moment where Chris couldn’t hear above his own heavy breathing, but he took a moment to collect himself and when he did, could hear the slick sound of Ruben’s hand sliding over his cock. Groaning, Chris spread his knees as wide as they would go and arched his hips backward.
His ass knocked into Ruben’s hand, and when the slick head rubbed over Chris’s wet, stretched out hole, they both let out a moan.
“Shhh, I got you,” Ruben said again, rubbing the small of Chris’s back. “I got you…”
Chris couldn’t force himself to breathe as he lay there, sweat dripping down his temples. Everything around him was hazy, from the ache of his inflamed ass to the ache of the rope around his arms and wrists. It all started to meld, pain and pleasure, and Chris moaned wantonly in his impatience.
Ruben was back quickly, though, thighs bracketing the insides of Chris’s. Chris inhaled sharply when the head of Ruben’s cock pressed against his hole with intent. He didn’t even make Chris beg as he pushed inside, both of them letting out simultaneous sounds of pleasure as Ruben sank inside of him inch by inch. Chris wondered if he felt as tight around Ruben’s cock as Ruben felt big inside of him.
It was an overwhelming sensation, one that made Chris shiver as Ruben bottomed out and their hips nestled together. Licking his lips, Chris let them both adjust before he rocked back against Ruben’s dick.
“You ready?” Ruben asked in a breathy voice.
Chris moaned and nodded, pressing backwards again. Only, when Ruben ground his hips in as if he could push inside of Chris any deeper, it only made Chris louder. Ruben didn’t make him wait any longer, and he didn’t tease either of them by drawing it out with slow and steady movements.
Instead, Ruben started up a brutal pace that knocked high pitched whimpers and whines out of Chris’s throat. The slap of flesh on flesh filled the air, Ruben’s deep moans from behind him resonating in his ears. Chris couldn’t believe how good everything felt, from the fast, deep strokes of Ruben’s cock inside of his ass to the fingers digging sharply into his hips.
Being kept on edge all night, he knew he wasn’t going to last long - and he didn’t exactly want to, either. He was already looking forward to the soft, loving aftercare that would follow this scene. Where Ruben would untie the rope from around his limbs and rub his arms and hands with firm, careful fingers, and run a bath for them, and after they changed the sheets together, a long cuddle under the blankets.
For now, though, Chris couldn’t help how he started to beg. “M-Master, please, please, may I cum?” He panted for breath only to shout with pleasure as Ruben picked up the pace, going harder and aiming his hips. “P-please! Master!”
One of Ruben’s hands left his hip and then suddenly fingers curled in his hair, tugging him up and backwards until Chris’s hands were flush with Ruben’s stomach, his back with Ruben’s chest. The other hand that had been on Chris’s hip smoothed up Chris’s belly, up the center of his chest, until his fingers curled around the base of Chris’s neck. “You want me to make you cum, baby?”
“Please,” he sobbed, rocking down onto Ruben’s dick. “I want you to make me cum, Master, please.”
As his voice cracked like broken glass in his throat, pathetic and needy, Ruben’s hand dropped from Chris’s hair to his cock. Ruben stroked in time with his thrusts, sending them both towards the edge. The hand on his neck tightened minutely and Chris’s breath stuttered in his throat. Clenching up around Ruben while each pass of his hand wound him up tighter, Chris needed to wait. He hadn’t been given permission yet. He wanted to be good for Ruben, he needed—
“Master…”
“Cum for me, Chris,” Ruben whispered into his ear, rubbing his thumb against the underside of the head over and over in tiny, maddening circles.
When Ruben’s thumb swiped up over the wet, leaking slit, Chris twitched once, twice, and then came with a tiny thrust of his hips into Ruben’s grip. Chris let out a loud shout that sounded half-pained and half-pleased while cum streaked over Ruben’s fingers. The grip on his cock faltered as Chris tightened up around Ruben, and he felt Ruben’s hips slam into him a few more times before he sank in as far as he could go and spilled inside of Chris.
Ruben collected himself first, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the side of Chris’s neck. “You ready to get loose?”
Chris nodded, feeling fuzzy and warm. Once his hands and arms were free from the rope, once Ruben’s hands had massaged more feeling back into them, and once the blindfold was slipped off to reveal their dimly lit bedroom and Ruben’s smiling face, Chris threw his arms around Ruben’s neck.
“Thank you,” he whispered, pressing kiss after kiss to Ruben’s lips. “Thank you so much.”
“Happy birthday, baby.”