Page 52 of All Tied Up

Just as they were wrapping up, Sebastian had described the two possible scenes they might do tonight in detail. Neil had felt tingles up his spine at the idea of hot wax raining down on him, imagining the flare of pain that he’d been seeking for so long. And then Sebastian had described Neil and Jamie as the naughty boys at boarding school, being punished by their headmaster. Neil wasn’t so sure about the role playing part, but he was eager for the spankings.

Sebastian had told him that he wouldn’t go further than using his bare hand, since Neil was still testing things out, but that if he liked that level of pain they could try out other toys over the weekend. Neil had asked a lot more questions about the role play, just because he’d never considered it before. Even in porn, he’d only watched role plays a couple of times. But when Sebastian described how Jamie slipped into the scene and thrived on the power dynamic, it sounded sexy as hell.

Thinking about Jamie bent over a desk with his pants pulled down, and then thinking about Sebastian’s wide hands laying into Neil’s own ass… Yes, he wanted that, even if he’d never imagined it before.

If he had to choose, he would have asked for wax. But there was something enticing about leaving it all up to Sebastian and giving over that control. Sebastian had looked out for him from the beginning, focusing on making him comfortable while gently supporting him in testing his limits. Now was the time for Neil to really fly.

Neil had felt like he was floating upstairs when Sebastian told him they were done for the day and instructed him to take a bath and eat another delicious sandwich that he now knew was made with Sebastian’s fresh-baked bread.

He’d never felt so cared for in his life. Or so horny. Because Sebastian had given him explicit instructions not to touch himself in the bathtub, and to imagine all of the possibilities for tonight. Sebastian hadn’t revealed which scene they were going to do, which had Neil’s imagination running wild and his cock leaking, hands pressed firmly to his thighs so he wouldn’t disobey.

Seeing Jamie’s costume just now made the focus of the scene abundantly clear.

“If you were asking if the headmaster is going to paddle our asses,” Jamie asked with a glint in his eye, “you better believe it. Though maybe we could get up to a little more trouble first, if we’re going to get punished anyway.”

Jamie’s eyes roved over Neil’s body, promising dirty things.

As instructed, Neil was wearing the plush, white bathrobe that had come with the room and nothing else. He felt ridiculous standing there, gray-speckled chest hair on display, soft belly barely covered, and shapeless legs sticking out. Yet, under Jamie’s heated gaze he wondered if maybe he was something worth looking at.

If Jamie, and Sebastian of course, thought so, maybe that was all that mattered. He felt a blush rising to his face. Thinking that he might actually be attractive to the two of them in return seemed impossible, but it was a heady possibility.

Jamie walked across the room, trailing a hand down Neil’s chest as he passed. “Let’s see what you’ve got here.”

That had been the final instruction from Sebastian, to set out some of the clothes that he thought might work for whatever they were doing tonight. A light blue polo shirt was the closest Neil had to a schoolboy’s shirt, but the navy pants and his regular work shoes should be fine. God, he was never going to be able to get dressed for work again without thinking about tonight.

On the table, he’d also laid out another one of the t-shirts, since it was the only thing he had for a more casual scene. If last night was anything to go by, though, Jamie could make up for anything he lacked.

Jamie inspected everything, made a few humming noises, and then told Neil he’d be right back. He returned with another white, short-sleeved button down and a tacky navy blue clip-on tie. Oh, and a pair of white briefs that probably cost a couple of dollars at Target, but for some reason made Neil feel all hot inside. Where did Jamie even get all this stuff?

“Alright. This should do it. Go ahead and get dressed.” Jamie settled into one of the cozy chairs like he was getting ready to enjoy a performance.

Neil eyed the bathroom door. Last night, he’d gotten dressed in there, and then come out for Jamie’s inspection.

It was tempting to do that again, but if he was going to get naked with Jamie later, he might as well get it out of the way, right? At least if Jamie was going to be disappointed, they could get it over with now. Though the safety of the bathroom was tempting…

“Uh-uh, sexy boy,” Jamie called out, reading his mind. “No hiding from me tonight. I want to see it all.”

“You’re very bossy, you know.” Neil wasn’t sure whether he was amused or exasperated. Jamie’s commands were very different from Sebastian’s, poking at boundaries instead of setting them.

“Oh, I know,” Jamie agreed cheerfully. “Now give me a show.”

Neil rolled his eyes, getting into the spirit of Jamie’s teasing. The thing was, it felt really good. None of his relationships had been this light and playful.

He wasn’t going to put on any kind of show, though. Just getting naked in front of the much younger, sexier, and more confident guy was enough.

Neil made sure that all of his clothing was close at hand, and then slipped the bathrobe off his shoulders and tossed it on the bed.

Jamie moaned out loud. “Fuck, Neil. Maybe I should just call Daddy and tell him to come up here right now.”

Neil rolled his eyes again. Between Levi and Jamie, Neil’s eyes were probably going to get stuck in the back of his head, just like his sixth grade teacher had said. Even as a teenager, Neil was pretty sure he hadn’t rolled his eyes so much. It was just the reaction Jamie seemed to elicit.

“You don’t have to do that, Jamie. I know I’m not much to look at.” He quickly stepped into the tighty whities and pulled them up. What was it about them that made him feel so sexy and dirty? The innocence? The fact that Jamie had picked them out? Or knowing that the same fabric that had probably cradled Sebastian’s most intimate parts was now cradling his own?

He shoved his feet into his own, familiar pants. That didn’t help much. The context made those dirtier, too.

“Oh, but you are. You really, really are. Bring your shirt over here.”

Neil stopped himself from rolling his eyes a third time, marveling at how Sebastian could give commands that made him feel weak-kneed and submissive, while Jamie saying the same thing felt exasperating and playful. Neil didn’t have to do anything that Jamie said, of course. Especially since Jamie was being intentionally difficult.