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.