"You're on your way home, Sir? Now?"
"I am."
Hal bit his bottom lip. Shoot, shoot, shoot. He hadn't planned anything for dinner. "How long until you get here?"
Mac drove one-handed down their street, other hand holding his cell. "Actually, I'm about to pull in the drive."
Hal ran a hand through his hair, mind whirling. A sudden flash of lights in the driveway caught his attention and he glanced out the dining room window. Sure enough, there sat Mac's car.
Well, there went defrosting anything. And oh God, he was dressed! He was
not
supposed to be dressed when they were at home, and Mac just pulled up and there was nothing ready for dinner and just...
"Shit." Hal winced. "Aw, man. Sir, I didn't mean to say that, it's just—"
"I know you didn't, boy. You've done very well cleaning up your language, but that's still one."
Hal bit his lip again. That was one strike with the leather belt, and Mac wasn't even in the door yet. He was tempted to argue that Sir had surprised him arriving home early, thus the cuss word had slipped out. Since he was surprised, he really hadn't earned that demerit. He also knew arguing would only earn him another one, so he kept his mouth shut.
"Sir, I-I didn't cook dinner." He hadn't seen the need when it was just him. "I thought... But yesterday you weren't coming come until... Oh, God, I'm dressed too and—"
"Calm down, Hal. I know you weren't expecting me. Things wrapped up early and I wanted to surprise you. Don't worry about not having dinner ready for me or about being dressed. I wasn't home so you don't have to be nude. You're not going to be punished, so stop biting that lip. "
Hal immediately stopped. "How did you know I—"
Mac laughed softly. "Because, boy, you always do that when you're nervous."
"Damn, I do?" Hal's eyes widened.
"Yes, so stop. If I want your lips sore and puffy, I'll make them that way. And Hal?"
That sounded like fun. Maybe Mac would let him suck him off first. There was nothing he liked more than giving his Sir head. "Y-yes?"
Mac sighed. "That's two. Language, Hal."
Hal's mouth fell open. Not another one! Why was he suddenly having trouble controlling his tongue? "Crap. Jeez, I didn't mean... Arrrgh!"
"Boy, you really need to calm down. You know how you're supposed to behave. Now, take a breath and get yourself under control. Stop and think before you act."
Hal took a deep breath. His Sir was right. He needed to get a hold of himself. "Yes, Sir. I'm trying. I'm also sorry about dinner."
"Don't worry about it. Not having dinner ready isn't the end of the world, especially when you weren't expecting me home. Besides, we can eat out or order in... later."
Hal's stomach tightened. "Later?"
"Yes, later." Mac turned off the vehicle and opened the driver's door. "Do you remember what we talked about? What I said I wanted as my coming home gift?"
Hal blushed down to his knees. Oh yes, he did indeed. "Yes, Sir."
"You have thirty minutes." Mac hung up and walked to the back patio.
Hal shut his cell and hurried upstairs to accomplish the tasks they'd talked about last night. The first thing he did was take note of the time. Mac had given him thirty minutes, which meant he didn't have time to mess around.
He turned the table lamp on low, then unmade the bed. As he smoothed the white satin sheet back, his eyes fell on his wrists. A slight smile crossed his face as he stared. His two-inch wide cuffs were black Latigo leather embossed with thorns. The steel O-rings were etched with an ivy motif. He touched the matching collar around his neck and shivered.
Both the collar and the cuff were handmade and beautifully detailed. Mac had designed them especially for him. No one else would ever have a pair exactly like what his Sir had made for him. Mac had given them to him on his twenty-fifth birthday. In the five years since, Hal wore them proudly, wanting everyone to know he belonged to Mac.
He stripped, folded his clothes, and left them on the chair in their bedroom. Opening the toy chest, he moved things around until he found the black leather blindfold. This one had an elastic band. He slipped it around his neck, for now. Next, he grabbed the black ball gag Mac had mentioned, and then hunted for the vibrating plug he was supposed to use.
He set it on low, lubed it up, and eased it into his ass. He grunted as the widest part stretched his ring before sliding inside. He should've taken the time to loosen his hole, but time wasn't something he had much of at present.
He really didn't want to start the night off with a spanking because he hadn't obeyed orders. Playful spanking was one thing—punishment spanking was quite another. The bright flare of pain passed finally and he moved on to the next thing on his 'to do' list. He picked up the cock ring and slid it on his dick.
"Oh, shit." Hal closed his eyes and fought the urge to come. Good thing he was alone or that would be number three.
Just the thought of what tonight would bring had his balls churning. Once he had his body under control, he opened his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he picked up the nipple chain. The ends were rubber tipped, and a chain ran from one clamp to the other. Hand shaking, he squeezed his left nipple and attached the clamp. His breath, hissing out as pleasurable pain, shot straight to his cock. He clenched his teeth as pleasure finally battled back pain. Fuck, that hurt so good.
He loved having his nipples played with until they were puffy and sore... until he screamed. A shudder shook his frame and he quickly clamped his other nub. Now was not the time to get lost in his head. But Jesus, they ached... throbbed, begging for attention. Unable to help himself, Hal flicked the chain. The sweet bit of pain raced through him. He cried out as the sharp little tingles settled in his cock.
Oh, God.
Taking a deep breath, he fought his trembling body. Want, need, desire, pain... all tangled in his head. He needed so badly. A soft whimper escaped, the tiny sound inflaming him more. The urge to stroke his cock was a living thing. Need pressed against him, a sensual flame that licked across his skin, tempting him.
"No," he whispered. The sound of his voice steadied him, brought his rampaging desire under control. This was a gift and he refused to allow his body to spin out of control.
That was his Sir's job. Mac would enjoy seeing his nubs clamped, waiting to be tortured. The chain from his clamped nipples swung as he moved. Hal swallowed a moan, his cock jerking against his belly, the head damp with excitement. His breath caught and he froze, need threatening to swamp him. When it finally passed, he slumped. He fervently hoped Mac was in a generous mood, or there was a good chance he'd come without permission tonight. He needed that badly.
He checked the time again. He didn't have long. He focused on the headboard. It had three posts while the footboard only had two, but they all had O-rings. Hal tied two short ropes to the middle ring, leaving both on the bed. He'd need those shortly. The frame had more O-rings along the sides. He picked up the rope they kept under the bed, his hands trembling harder. They always left the rope threaded through the rings. It was the perfect set-up to tie his legs open.
He slowly positioned himself on the bed. Hal sat with his knees pointing up to the ceiling and tied the rope around one knee. He finished the knots holding him hostage and tested the give. There wasn't much. Perfect. He secured his other leg. There would be no closing his legs now, no matter how much he struggled. His cock throbbed harder at the thought.
Helpless.
Panting slightly, he reached over to the night table where the gag set. Hal stared at it, then slipped the ball into his mouth and buckled it around his head. The firm, black ball rested on his tongue—his ability to speak taken from him.
Spikes of pleasure flowed from his head to his toes, and he still wasn't done with all he needed to do. His cock throbbed, drops of precome rolling down a shaft that was an angry red. He knew better than to touch. His cock was no longer his; it belonged to his Sir. But he wanted.
Hal lay back on the bed. If he touched himself he knew he'd come, and that was not how he wanted the evening to end. He pulled the blindfold that rested around his neck over his eyes. Darkness surrounded him. His excited whimpers sounded against the gag, fighting for release. His dick screamed with need.
Fear and pleasure crashed through him, sending him into overdrive. He lay there, struggling to calm his body. When he could breathe without sobbing out his need, he reached blindly above his head for the rope tied to the center post. Carefully, he tied it to one cuff.
Now, for the other cuff. This was the tricky part, since he couldn't see.
He felt around at the top of the bed for the other rope, taking his time until his fingers brushed across it. Okay, he found it, now to tie the rope to his other cuff. There was only one thing left to do. Could he do it? Could he purposely bind himself—make himself helpless. Wait until his Sir came inside and released him? Heart pounding, he fumbled around until he managed to tied the rope to the other cuff.
Once again he whimpered against the gag, fear battling to overcome excitement. He'd done it! And oh God, he was tied open, helpless, clamped, gagged, blindfolded, and plugged. The cock ring tightened even more. He might be afraid, but his cock was hard as a brick. The low-level buzzing from the plug buried deep within his ass had precome leaking from his dick.
Now... he waited.
* * * *
Mac relaxed on the back patio, checking his watch. There were still ten minutes to go. He rubbed his hand over his stiff cock, imagining what was taking place upstairs. He tried to focus on the gentle waves and soft light from the in-ground pool in front of him, but couldn't.
