Cobalt Blue: 12 The Captive
Pelaam: June 2007.
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Stewie Donovan felt his body tense as his captor continued to move around the room. As he was blindfolded, the slender blond was only able to track by hearing and occasionally smell. His captor had distinctive cologne and would come close enough for the young man to inhale the scent of his tormentor as the man closely observed his restrained prize. Stewie's arms were stretched to their full capacity and secured beyond Stewie's means to free them. His ankles were similarly restrained and spread. A cushion or pillow was situated under the lissom man's hips and canted his lower body upward. Stewie could picture himself in his subjugator's eyes; naked, spread-eagled, restrained, fully exposed and completely helpless. He tried to swallow past a dry throat. Before the blindfold had been secured, his tormentor had shown the helpless man the instrument to be used on his body. He had not been touched since and anticipation had the adrenaline coursing through Stewie's veins with no way for the blond to be able to channel its strength. He knew what to expect and from the look in his captor's dark eyes as he'd been blindfolded, there would be no mercy shown. The desire had been clearly evident. His tormentor was relishing his anticipated assault on Stewie's defenceless body.
"Are you ready to begin, Mr Donovan?" The man's soft, honeyed tones were a contrast to the assault Stewie knew he could expect and made the slender man shiver in his restraints. "Cold, Mr Donovan?" The voice came again. "Not to worry, I will soon have you sweating. But that isn't going to be enough." The man's voice was in Stewie's left ear. "You know that don't you? It won't be enough until I hear your screams."
Stewie was aware of his tormentor moving away, but it wasn't until he felt the attack on the soles of his feet that he knew where the man had gone. Stewie tried not to flinch. He was determined to make his captor work for any response that would be forced from him.
"Sensitive, Mr Donovan?" his tormentor mocked before subjecting Stewie's feet to a further attack. By the time Stewie's captor decided to move on, he noted with satisfaction that the beautiful blond captive was breathing heavily.
The next assault was on the tender skin between elbow and shoulder of the inner arms. Unable to move his arms in response, Stewie was soon sweating heavily with the effort of controlling his body.
"I see you're sweating, Mr Donovan," the voice came again. "I told you that you would soon be warm. I'm pleased to see you intend to fight me all the way. I would be so disappointed if you were to capitulate too quickly."
Stewie bit back a cry of surprise as a hot, wet tongue swept across his collarbone. He felt his groin twitch and his buttocks clench as a voice thick with lust purred into his ear, "Let me make you sweat more."
This time the assault was faster and more prolonged. Sensitive inner thighs were tormented and Stewie was unable to suppress the groan from between compressed lips as fire radiated from his lower body.
"You can do so much better than that, Mr Donovan." The disembodied voice mocked Stewie as it wavered close then away again. "I will be satisfied with nothing less than your scream of surrender to me."
Moving away from Stewie's thighs, his captor targeted chest and sensitive nipples, causing Stewie to try and buck despite his restraints. The slender man's breaths came in gasps and hiccups as he tried to prevent the scream that was welling up inside him as he reached the limits of his endurance.
"Scream for me, Stewie," the command was whispered as his tormentor targeted the most fragile flesh on his prisoner.
At the touch to the puckered flesh of his exposed anus, Stewie screamed, arching upwards as much as his restraints would allow before collapsing back as consciousness fled.
It took several minutes for Stewie to come back to his senses. His arms and legs had been released and he could feel warm hands rubbing at the stretched muscles of his thighs. However, his attention was more focused on the warm wet muscle that swept across his abdomen and down onto his still tingling groin to lick and suck at Stewie's softening penis.
"Welcome back, lover" Jaze grinned as he momentarily ceased in his dedicated duty of cleansing his young fiancΓ© of his sweet sexual release. He took Stewie's softening organ in his mouth and sucked, gently ensuring he had swallowed all Stewie could offer. He smiled to himself at Stewie's moan of appreciation and tenderly released the flesh, raising himself to straddle Stewie's body and kiss his beloved blond deeply. Stewie moaned again as he tasted himself in Jaze's mouth.
"Please, love," Stewie murmured softly.
"My sweetheart," Jaze responded equally softly. "Love you."
Jaze was always very careful when the men indulged in their bondage games. He had personally commissioned Stewie's restraints from a respected Italian leatherworker. They were soft, black and supple cuffs with a thick padding of sheepskin to prevent marking the fragile skin of Stewie's wrists or ankles. Their bondage games never featured pain. Both men had experienced too much of that in their lives as law enforcement officers. What the men relished was Stewie's complete sexual surrender and Jaze's full domination of the smaller man. Stewie's sexual submission was in complete contrast to his normal independence and constant challenging of Jaze in their working lives.