If Professor Stone didn’t want Chris thinking about sex, he was doing a pretty poor job of keeping things platonic. Images flickered through Chris’s mind, making his tiny shorts tighter by the second.
Heat rushed to his face and down his neck. He bit his lip and stared down at the table to avoid the other man’s gaze.
“That. What did you think of just now?”
Chris swallowed. “I was thinking… I sometimes imagine being put on my knees to…suck someone off.”
“Someone you know or a stranger?”
He swallowed again. “Someone I know.”
“Good. What else do you imagine?”
It was easier to answer the questions if he didn’t think about what he would say before he said it. “I imagine being tied up.”
“Cuffs or rope or something. I don’t usually focus on specifics. It’s being bound that I think about.”
Stone lifted his eyebrows. “Spanking?”
“I…I want to try spanking.”
“As a punishment or for pleasure?”
Chris’s face burned. He licked his dry lips and did his best to ignore that his shorts were now stretched to their limit.
“Pick a safeword.”
The shift in topic distracted him from his embarrassment. “Red.”
“Red and everything stops. Yellow and I’ll slow down so you can get your bearings, and we can discuss what happens next. Agreed?”
“Out loud please.”
“Good. Now, don’t move.”
Chris stood still as Stone moved around him. His eyes strained at the corners of their sockets, trying to follow the other man’s movements, but he didn’t dare turn his head. He wouldn’t waste this chance by not listening to directions.
Was this really happening? He’d been so embarrassed when sharing his fantasies, not because of the fantasies themselves, but because he was hard-pressed not to admit Professor Stone had been the man in them. Stone had dominated Chris’s mind since their first meeting. Their kiss had only solidified the face in his dreams. Now the man was here, in the flesh, and going to do an actual scene with him. Chris hoped he didn’t come before they even began.
Chris’s attention snapped back to the present when something heavy dragged across the floor. A weird-looking bench had been pulled to the center of the room.
“You’re going to kneel with your knees here”—Stone pointed to one end—“and your hands here.” He pointed to the other. “Once you’re in position, I’ll strap you down. That way you’ll stay where I want you even if you move. Even though you’ll be tied down, you won’t move unless I tell you. Do you understand?”
“Good. Now, come here.”
Chris placed his knees on the pads meant for them, then lowered his body down onto the bench. Stone nudged him with his knee, making Chris shift until he was satisfied with his position. He buckled Chris’s wrists and ankles into cuffs attached to the wooden frame. After Chris’s limbs had been trapped, more straps were placed over his waist and upper back. His thighs were bound in a similar fashion, effectively making Chris immobile.
“How is your first experience with bondage?”
Chris rolled his eyes up to try to look at the other man. “Restricting, Sir,” and not as engaging as he’d imagined.
Gentle fingertips brushed over his spine, startling him, but the straps kept him firmly in place. He wiggled more, discovering his body’s range of mobility. He had none.
“Now you’re beginning to get it,” Stone said, sounding amused.
He walked behind Chris, and Chris strained to hear any hint of what would come next. He gasped when fingertips plucked at the waistband of his shorts. The thin fabric was peeled back and tucked in at the crease where his butt met his thighs. Cool air brushed his skin, drying sweat he hadn’t been aware of and making him feel how exposed his rear end was to another man’s whims. The shorts also trapped and bound his cock just as much as the rest of him.