Page 88 of Love Unlimited

I’m getting a few more things ready. But I know you’ll be patient, right?

Usually, no. But tonight… he was getting a reward. Landon nodded again.

Daddy walked away. What was he getting? There was a whole treasure trove of things in the drawers under the bed, some of which they hadn’t even used together yet. Dustin had shied away from some of them at first, but he’d been growing increasingly confident as they attended more demonstrations at Escape and he had the opportunity to work with a mentor a few times.

Which meant whatever happened next could be absolutely anything. Landon was so hard he was practically quivering.

Daddy’s hand ran gently down Landon’s back, alerting him to his presence again. He held up a vibrating butt plug, the smallest in their shared collection. Of course, every toy that involved penetration was Dustin’s—he liked the sensation, but it didn’t usually do much for Landon.

That time earlier with the ropes though, when Daddy had rimmed him… Maybe he should reconsider.

Dustin gave him a questioning look. Everything else tonight I decide, but this one is your choice. Will you let me use this?

It was the perfect way to ask, and it had Landon shivering. Dustin knew that he didn’t usually like it… but that he’d try it… and ultimately that he’d been doing it to please his Daddy. Even so, it was only the confidence that this was completely his choice, and that Dustin wouldn’t assume his automatic consent for anything later that made him nod. He flicked his fisted hands upward, as close as he could get to signing try with his wrists still bound above his head.

Thank you for trying it. Daddy kissed him again on the shoulder. If you change your mind, sign yellow or just bang on the wall.

Landon nodded again. It was difficult not being able to sign. But freeing, too. He could still make sounds with his mouth or even talk if he wanted to. But he never voiced around Daddy, so from a communication standpoint, he was effectively gagged.

Daddy’s hands ran up and down him again, exploring his body but not landing anywhere. The kisses he trailed along Landon’s shoulder were deceptively soft, lulling Landon into relaxation even as he knew that pain would be coming at some point.

Daddy ran firm hands down his legs, then tapped the inside of his calves. He stepped farther apart. Then farther still, and another time until his feet were almost twice as wide as his hips. Cool, solid bands of leather wrapped around each ankle.

He looked down to see a spreader bar connecting them. He wouldn’t be able to move, his ass completely open to whatever Daddy had planned. He loved that feeling. The helplessness. The complete trust.

He expected to feel Daddy’s hands on his ass next, getting him ready for the plug. But instead, Daddy stepped in front of him, then bent down to kneel. There was a folded towel resting on the floor by Landon’s foot, and Daddy reached between the layers to pull something out. It was a metal heart, the hole on the inside taking the same shape, with two tiny rings on the outside.

Daddy looked up at him, grinning. I love you, he signed, looking dangerous and wicked.

They usually didn’t do hearts and lovely-dovey stuff, so Landon assumed he was teasing. He still couldn’t figure out what it was for.

Then Daddy ran one hand up his leg and around his balls, massaging them gently and tugging them down. He tugged farther, and then farther again until Landon shuddered. He both loathed and loved the sensation, a kind of nauseating, stretching pain that made him inextricably hard.

The little heart snapped around his scrotum, his testes held away from his body and perfectly fit for the two mounds at the top. It was heavy and cold, the weight impossible to ignore but not painful. Once Daddy let go, his balls snuggled back up against his body, only slightly removed.

Daddy gave him a gentle kiss on each one. It was a mindfuck, and a good one, the way that he treasured each of the places he was about to hurt.

Because next were the thin metal chains that Daddy clipped to the front and back of the ball ring. Just that small additional weight increased the pull. Landon let out a groan, because he knew where they were going. With a firm, even pressure, Daddy attached each one to the spreader bar.

And that’s when the pain began. Landon’s knees bent automatically to relieve the sensation, sliding down an inch or so. That was better. So much better. A dull tug instead of an intense stretch. He sucked in a deep breath.

He could do this. Daddy hadn’t corrected him, and as long as he stood just like this, he would be fine.

Daddy kissed his tormented balls again, just as gently as he had before. It was different now, infinitely more sensitive, like he could feel each cell on Daddy’s lips as they whispered against the thin skin. Landon could see his balls drawn out, round and shiny and red, the blood vessels visible.

Maybe he did want this again, this glorious sensation of having every little touch magnified, the nerves so close to the surface that Daddy’s gentle kiss brought a wave of pleasure.

Only he forgot to hold still, rocking subconsciously against Daddy’s face, and that pulled the chains tight again with a painful, almost sickening lurch. Landon felt almost dizzy with the contrast.

Good boy, Daddy told him, radiating approval at his predicament.

All of those lovely feelings floated back through him, reminding him why he was doing this. It wasn’t just about him. He was pleasing Daddy.

Dustin got something else out of the folded towel that Landon couldn’t see. He kissed up Landon’s body, filling the place in front of him between his arms. Daddy avoided his aching cock, but tongued one nipple and then another.

The strain on Landon’s legs was already noticeable. Not bad, but enough that it made him want to straighten his knees, just to relieve the unusual angle. One attempt was all it took to cure him of that idea. The tiniest stretch sent waves of that searing, tightening pain through him.

Combined with the tingling sensation on his nipples, it had him gasping with need.