Once the pants are gone, and the socks as well, I step back smiling at my handiwork. "No underwear, why am I not surprised?" I comment as the morning light dances across his nubile flesh. "I don't know what you think you are going to accomplish, I am not doing anything with you." His eyes flash with anger that is strangely at odds with his present position. "No dear boy, You aren't going to do anything with me at all, other than entertain me." With that I leave the room and him shocked into silence by all that has happened.
A few minutes later, I return with a urinal in one hand and a glass of water in the other. Setting the glass down on the bedside I say, "Here, You must be ready to burst." I say as I reach down to his youthful phallus, obviously awake and needing it's morning release. As I reach down, he shrinks away from my touch, blushing. I pull back. "If you'd rather, I could just leave you like this, but I assure you, it will be some time before you are free to release yourself, this could get very uncomfortable." I walk back to my chair and once again open my book reading silently.
After a minute or two, I hear him softly say, "Please, I really have to go." Rising I move to the bed and take him in my hand allowing him to fill the urinal smiling as he sighs. Once done, I leave the room and come back empty handed. I sit once more on my chair and stare at him lying naked and fully exposed on my bed, tied and helpless.
"I'm really not interested." He mutters still trying to escape my bonds. "I know, You've made yourself perfectly clear, I am far too old and fat for the likes of you."
"It's not like that," He begins "NO!" I cut his words off.
"It is like that, do you think I am stupid? I am old and yes even fat, my hair has gone to silver, but I am far from stupid. I know you, I know your kind. " I continue my monologue rising from my chair and pacing the room, throwing my words at him like daggers.
"You would not even give me a chance, just like the others, but just like the others, you will learn." With that I move to the bed and capture his mouth in a punishing kiss, my tongue harshly demanding entrance between his youthful lips. He tries to pull away spitting at the thought of my aged form near his young perfect one. Pulling back I look at him and then down to the stirrings that the flesh cannot deny. My laughter is cold and harsh as I watch him blush in the shame of reacting to something so foul as me. "Your flesh is weak little one, he does not care overmuch for looks does he?" I mock as his phallus jerks and begins to shrivel as though in shame.
"Stop this!" He demands. Once again I laugh at his folly. "You are in no position to make demands of me little one. But I will forgive it. This time." I reach out quickly and grasp his left nipple smiling as he gasps at the sudden pain. "Mmmm, No one pays any attention to you do they?" I speak only to his chest. "Well that will soon be remedied." Reaching into the table I pull 2 small clamps out and hold them before his wide eyed stare. "No!" He screams out pulling hard on the bonds that hold him tight in my grasp. "No? You say No to me? Again? I think not little man." My hand strays back to the drawer and pull out a small ball gag. Grasping his head I force the red ball past his perfect white straight teeth, and fasten the gag behind his head at the same time pulling the rubber band out of his long hair.
His eyes are filled with a combination of fear and anger as I move towards his chest with the first clamp. Bending down and letting my long hair tickle his chest I lick and suck his right nipple until it stands before me a tight little peak of skin. With one hand I open the clamp and hold it over his erect nipple catching his terror filled eyes in my own. Waiting a few breathes more I suddenly close the clamp on his tender flesh. He bucks away from the pain and gasps around the gag, trying hard to scream and failing. I walk back to my chair and once again sit, silently watching him writhe on my bed.
After a time I return to his side and smiling bend down to treat his left nipple to the gentle caress of my mouth only to trap it like it's twin in the harsh metal of the clamp. He bucks again, though not as hard and not as feverishly, as though giving up to the obvious control I have over him. His nipples caught, I step back from him to gaze upon my handiwork. His young phallus shriveled as though in fear of similar treatment, I laugh a giddy laugh of the hunter cornering its prey. "What is the matter dear? I thought you liked to play with women? I thought that they were just a game for you? The bigger the bitch the more you like to play? Isn't that right? Well, I am the Bitch, and I play back." I reach out and unsnap the gag, wanting to hear him beg and lie and tell me he wouldn't respond.
"You can't make me." He gasped as he worked out the kink in his jaw. "Oh can't I?" I respond by flicking the clamp on his left nipple with my fingertip. His eyes roll back as he tries to curl away from the sensation coursing through him. I look down and smile as I see his manhood begin to swell. "NO!" He yells, still believing that somehow he is in control. "No?" I say softly and reach out once more, this time to slowly twist the clamp on his right nipple. The sound he makes is not one of pain, and I watch as his cock swells more without even being touched. "You have always liked being in control haven't you?" I question as my hand slowly wanders his chest gently moving the clamps and smiling down at him as he softly moans under my touch.
"You have to be the Man? Right? That's how it works isn't it?" My hand moves up to the back of his neck playing with the short hairs hidden under his long mane, He moans louder as I run my fingernails up and down the shorn hair. "Your young pretty things all beg for what you alone can give them don't they?" I say bending down and once again pressing my lips to his. One hand on his chest I twist the right clamp and move my tongue between his lips as he gasps in pain/pleasure. Once in, my tongue traces lazy patterns along the roof of his mouth as I torment first one then the other nipple. He bucks under my treatment though this time not in fear or pain.
I pull away and smile at him as I look down towards his gift to women. "It seems as though I can." I say walking away and leaving him twitching in the breeze.
He turns his head away as far as it will go without pulling overmuch on the bonds, and when he turns back the fear and anger are gone from his eyes, replaced with longing. "Please?" was the only thing he said. "Please what?" I reply. "Please give you what you refused me? Why should I? I have done what I set out to do." Once again he pulls at the bonds, gasping at the sensation of the clamps moving on his hard flat chest. "Please? Please? I'm sorry." He begs trying to find the right combination of words to encourage me.
Knowing myself to be at a crossroads, I ponder. Looking to his body lying on the bed, bound clamped, and fully erect begging for the sensation young men so often feel they need.
Ignoring his pleading gaze I move back to my chair sitting with my book open.
Minutes pass, His words wander between begging and demanding, Still I wait.
I rise from my chair and walk to his side, reaching down; I lift the glass of water and hold his head up that he might drink. "I am not as cruel as you are, you know that don't you?" I say as he drains the glass. "I don't lead people on, I don't lie to them, I don't feign interest or desire, only to toss them aside once caught. I will not leave you unfulfilled I promise." With that I bend to kiss him once more his mouth open and willing for my touch. My hands reach down to first his chest and the metal therein and then on to that most prized of treats, his phallus. It twitches and strains at my hand as though trying to pump and release itself of it's own accord.
"But, I will only continue if you are willing, if not, I will let you go, and even drive you to the authorities if you'd like." I step back awaiting his response.
His eyes look at me, desire welling from deep within those blue depths. "I'm so sorry, really, I didn't know. I've been so thoughtless, please forgive me?" The words fall easily from his pouting lips as I stand watching him. "Words are petty things." I remark. "So easily molded into interesting shapes and meanings. I find it hard to believe you. Are you asking me not to untie you? Are you saying you desire an old crone like myself? Or are you simply trying to get off?"
Tears well up in those perfect azure eyes as he began to speak softly. "No one has ever made me feel like this before, I had no idea, Please, don't untie me, I want, NO I need you and your touch."
Knowing that once again I had won, I bent to kiss him, his tongue meeting mine as our mouth's touch, his chest heaving with the strain of trying to reach for me, to remove the thin nightgown from my imperfect unyouthful body.
