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Taylor stood naked in front of me. “Ooops, maybe I wasn’t supposed to talk about something like that. Yeah, one day he was all over stuff like that about you. He told me you had awesome sex the night before. Oh, but don’t worry, he didn’t tell me any of the details. He said you were great in bed and had an awesome body. I don’t know anything about the first, but I agree with the second.”
The play session went well in the beginning. It was exciting, and I was rock hard within minutes. Nicolas tied Taylor and me back to back in two wooden chairs with coil after coil of rope. We were naked, and each time Taylor moved his arms or torso, the ropes cinched tighter around me.
We both started squirming around and grunting. The sensation was mind-blowing. Then Nicolas approached and started stroking me. He told Taylor and I both that his actions were only preparation. He proceeded to bring me to the edge multiple times. Each time he stopped, I howled and writhed in the ropes. Taylor’s strong body resisted my efforts to move.
Finally, leaving me sucking in ragged breaths and reeling from being denied relief, Nicolas turned his attention to Taylor. To my surprise, it didn’t bother me. I found it very erotic. Taylor bucked against the ropes, moaned, and at one point even called Nicolas a “bastard.” He quickly changed his comment and sheepishly added, “I mean Mr. Fairfax.” I couldn’t stop myself from bursting out laughing in response.
After Nicolas was satisfied that we were both suitably aroused, he left me tied to the chair while he took Taylor to the wall and strung his arms up to one of the hooks. He positioned Taylor to face the wall.
Nicolas turned my chair so that I could see everything that was going on, but I could not free myself to participate in any way. Nicolas retrieved a flogger from the pegboard, and the memories of our first experience together flooded back.
Taylor’s moans turned into yelps of pain when the flogging intensified. I was fascinated by Taylor’s responses and rock hard watching Nicolas, stripped to the waist, sweating as he delivered the blows with the flogger.
I felt relaxed, and I enjoyed the scene until Nicolas wound down the flogging. Taylor groaned and slumped in the bondage. His pose pushed out his firm butt, and he began to weep. I understood the flood of emotion triggered by the intense physical sensations.
To comfort Taylor, Nicolas gently wrapped an arm around his body. Then Nicolas reached up, gripped Taylor’s hair, and turned his head to the side. From my chair, I saw the tears staining Taylor’s cheeks.
As if it were all taking place in slow motion, I watched as Nicolas pressed his lips against Taylor’s. A sharp, stabbing pain filled my gut. I yelled, “No!” Nicolas pulled back from the kiss while I vehemently fought the ropes restraining me.
“Ryan, what the fuck? What’s going on?”
I managed to pull a hand free. “No. I’m sorry. You can’t kiss him. Stop now.” I tried in vain to pull the other hand free and then gave up as I collapsed into my tears. My chest heaved with wracking full-body sobs.
I didn’t pay close attention to what happened next. Thoughts about what I’d seen flooded my mind. I felt a sense of violation.
We’d talked about a play session. I expected a lot of physical contact, and I expected that Taylor would probably cum by the end, but I didn’t anticipate a kiss. It was a different level of intimacy, and it came with no warning.
I heard Taylor say quietly, “I will go, Mr. Fairfax. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. I didn’t.” Amid scuffling sounds, Taylor exited the studio minutes later.
Nicolas returned to my side. I remained tied to the chair with rope burn over much of my torso from my violent struggles. Nicolas ran his fingers through my hair. “Relax, please. I’m sorry. Let me untie you.”
Nicolas worked with the knots quickly, and he ran his fingers gently down the side of my face while the coils of rope fell free. Soon, I could move, and I fell forward with my elbows on my knees. I covered my face with my hands and began crying again. The emotional turmoil was too much.
Nicolas squatted down in front of me. He turned his head to the side and tried to see into my eyes. My hands still covered them, but Nicolas talked to me anyway. “C’mon, let me get you to the loft so you can relax. Then we can talk. I’m very sorry.”
I was silent as we climbed into the loft. I was exhausted when I lay flat on my back among the cushions. Nicolas rubbed my chest gently and spoke to me again. “Maybe this was all a terrible idea. I thought it was going well—“
I opened my eyes wide. “You kissed him. You fucking kissed him.”
Nicolas’ face tightened with worry and frustration. “I didn’t mean to. It was the emotion of the moment, and I wanted to relax him. I wanted him to know that he was safe and that we wanted him.”
I took two deep breaths. The bitter taste of bile rose in my throat. I propped myself up on my elbows. “You had to kiss Taylor to show that he was safe? A nice little back rub would do that, Nicolas. You kissed him. Is that all our kisses mean to you—a way to relax my body? “
Nicolas started to bargain. “I know that I kissed him, and that was a mistake. My mind was in the wrong place. It won’t happen again. We won’t do any of this again.” Nicolas looked down.
“No, it won’t happen again.” I pulled myself to a sitting position.
“Taylor is probably scared. He didn’t get proper aftercare. He raced out of—“
I pulled my legs away from Nicolas and shouted, “I don’t fucking care about Taylor. Don’t you understand? “
Nicolas glanced at me. I was still seething with anger. The corners of my eyes flooded with tears. I pointed into the distance. “Why don’t you go find him and take care of him? Maybe you can share another kiss. “
I pushed my way past Nicolas and climbed out of the loft. I found my pile of clothing in the center of the studio and began dressing. Nicolas jogged up to me. “Wait, fuck, no—please. Don’t go. Not like this—“
After I was fully dressed, I stood and faced Nicolas with my fists clenched. “I can’t stay here. I can’t handle this. I need to get out of here, and I need to get out of here right now.”
I pivoted on my heel and stormed out, slamming the door behind me. When I climbed into the Audi, the tears started again. I had to wait a few seconds for them to slow so that I could see properly. The tears came in waves for the entire drive home. My body was still shuddering when I collapsed on the sofa in my living room.
