Molten metal is poured into the casting, a sizzling sound escaping as he filled his mold. A hollow tip left in the front of his little cylinder. Upon cooling, he, ever so small, is picked up, examined, with his imperfections casually filed away. Once encased in his jacket, he Is etched and tattooed with a serial stamp and carefully placed in the case with all his siblings.
His home, a box, dark and damp, where he had been hidden, safely tucked away from sight. He had been countlessly purchased and exchanged multiple hands until he finally rested at the bottom of a bedside drawer. He had been bored and dormant for years until heavy, sweaty fingertips had given him a new life.
With trepidation and expectation, he is injected into the barrel where he patiently waited before encroaching forth with determination and eruption. He flew meticulously yet only briefly. His trajectory, flawless. His strength, unabridged. He had waited for this moment. His existence was purely for this one shot at glory. He was a bullet and he was so carefully forged and crafted just for this purpose. With his final meaningful existence, he found his final resting point between the eyes of Michael Brown.
*
Coralie surveyed the scene before her and smiled. Michael sat, naked and erect in the chair before her. His hands were restrained at the wrists with each hand, tied sturdy against the chair's arms. His feet were spread apart with each ankle tied to the legs of the chair. He was her captive, as he so often submitted to be.
The pair had endured many rendezvous prior and Coralie had developed expertise at giving him only mostly what he wanted. He was hers to explore, after all. She stared at his face and carefully pulled the eye mask into place, ensuring his vision was completely restricted.
She gently ran a hand up the inside of his leg, watching as his erection shivered and reacted to the unexpected touch. She kissed him upon the cheek, her lips slowly moving towards his where their tongues met, flicking upon one another. Coralie felt his tongue encroach her mouth and bit her teeth down upon his fleshy appendage. 'You know better than that.' She warned.
*
Michael listened intently for any clues. He could sense her moving around the room, but his blindfold kept him guessing as to exactly where she could be found. He could feel his erection swelling with anticipation and arousal. He was a large, sturdy, muscular man, however, he had always been immensely turned on by allowing Coralie to move as she pleased, to please as she wished. He allowed her control and engulfed himself in being able to simply sit there and enjoy.
She had been a friend for several years but only recently, quite by accident, had they found this agreement. Coralie, or Coral as he called her, loved to be in charge and Michael loved to be tamed.
His flesh tingled as her hand briefly touched his skin, her fingers dancing a little trail upon his inner leg. Excitement grew within. She was beginning her newest endorsement, her lips slid across his cheek and met his lips, he unwittingly prodded his tongue forward but retreated in haste. She reminded him sharply that she was in control here.
*
Coralie stood back and while watching over him, quickly removed her clothing. Once naked, she stood over his prone position and brought her breast to his mouth. 'Suck my nipples.' She demanded.
She sighed softly as his lips encased her areola and he eagerly breathed her in.
Coral couldn't help but reach between her legs, her fingers encircling her little love mound as his lips and tongue worked on her breasts. She'd move one nipple and exchange it for the other while her fingers started their dance between her legs.
Coral had known Michael for years after being introduced by her best friend, Emily. She had immediately felt an unparalleled connection with him; however, it had taken quite some time and confidence building before she had made her initial move.
While brazen, her intuitive move was to simply leave a pair of handcuffs on the front seat of his car. A little note sat adjoined; 'If this raises more than your curiosity, call me.' She neither signed the card nor left her number but he had predictably called her that night and the following day the cuffs had reappeared.
It had taken them a few months to get into their routine but now Coral would arrive and wordlessly subdue her counterpart. No words would be uttered. No pleasantries exchanged. Once naked, Michael would find himself cuffed or tied or tethered to all parts of the house. On previous occasions, the master bed or the dining table, however, this time, they had used the study and Michael sat in his familiar work chair, though, in a far from working environment.
Coralie pulled herself away from his lips and bent over so that her long hair draped over his shaft. She moved away slowly, allowing the hair to tickle his erection. Without warning, she grabbed him in her hand and squeezed tightly before firmly rubbing her hand up and down his shaft.
