Page 33 of On Your Knees

When he hears me undressing, the sound of my zipper unmistakable, Levi stills, no longer breathing. I focus on his body instead of my own. I ignore the ache and the heavy, awful weight of my balls. I don’t look at my cock pressing into the bars of its cage. I can deal with it a little longer.

Levi is still not breathing, so I grip his balls, and he sucks in a huge, shocked breath. I roll and tug them, using them to pull his cock away from his tense stomach. His balls are heavy and full, perfect in my hand, like ripe fruit. I bend down and lick the underside of his cockhead. He jerks, trying to drive up, trying to get more, but I release him. I’ll come back to that.

I start running my hands up and down his legs. I knead and pinch and rub. I scrape my fingers lightly up his torso, playing with his nipples, then run my hands along his arms. He responds almost like I’m shocking him, arching and pulling against the restraints.

“Do you watch porn?” I ask as I turn away to grab lube from the tray.

“Wha-what?”

I pump some lube into my hand. It’s noisy, but I don’t know if Levi has sexual associations with the sound. I don’t know what he’s done alone.

“Do you watch porn?” I repeat.

“Uh… not really.” He squirms in the chair, tensing.

“But you have watched it?”

“Yes,” he admits, and I reward him with a slick hand around his cock. “Ahh!” he cries out, pushing into my grip as much as the restraints allow.

I give him a few strokes before taking my hand away. “So why did you say ‘not really’?”

“I just… I’m not… it didn’t interest me.”

“What does that mean?”

Levi doesn’t answer, so I pick up the riding crop and smack it against his ass. He shouts and jerks.

“What does that mean?” I repeat. He’s trying to figure out how to respond, but he’s too slow, so I smack him again.

“I didn’t get hard!” he shouts. “There’s something wrong with me.”

I wrap my hand around his cock again, both to reward him and to draw his attention to his arousal. He moans as I tell him, “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

I take my hand away and ask, “What did you watch?”

“I don’t know,” he gasps. “Normal stuff.”

“Like what?”

He doesn’t answer, so I smack the inside of his thigh. He shouts and tries to escape, but of course he can’t and he doesn’t actually want to. His cock strains up against his belly.

I trade the crop for a leather flogger. I trail it over his knee, making him flinch. “You’ve got to give me something, Levi. You have to try.” I let the leather strips brush the inside of his thigh near his groin.

“I watched… just… s-sex, I don’t know.”

“Say the word sex again.”

His lips part, but the word doesn’t come out. I smack the flogger against his ass.

“Ahh—sex!” he yelps, trying to jerk away.

“Say fuck.” I trail the flogger over his stiff, leaking dick.

“F-fuck.”

“Say cum.”

“Cum.”