Hey everyone! Welcome to the Wednesday Briefers
flash group. The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links
at the bottom to the other flashers. The prompt for this week is:
"Yesterday, you said..." or use the alternate prompts:
Use: blessing, blacksmith, blunder
or
"When did you become such a
....?" or
use some sort of dance in your story
or
use: trail, whisper, divine or
"Maybe next time we can...."
I’m using: “Yesterday, you said…”
The Waiting Game-Part 1
“You’re on your way home? Oh, thank
God!”
Mac smiled into his cell as he drove
one-handed down their street. “Yes, babe. Actually, I’m about to pull in the
drive.”
Hal Franks ran a hand through his
hair and looked out the bedroom window. Sure enough, there was a flash of lights
in the driveway. “Oh jeez, really? But yesterday you said…”
“I know, but things wrapped up
early.” Mac turned off the vehicle and opened the driver’s door. “Remember what
I said I wanted as my coming home gift?”
Hal blushed to his knees. Oh, he
knew that tone. “Yes, sir.”
“You have thirty minutes.”
Hal hung up his phone and hurried to
accomplish the task they’d talked about last night. Stripping, he opened
the toy chest. He slipped a blindfold around his neck and grabbed a gag, then
hunted for the plug Mac had wanted him to use. He set the vibrating butt plug on
low, lubed it up, and eased it into his ass. He grunted as the widest part
stretched his ring before sliding inside. He should’ve taken the time to loosen
his hole, but time wasn’t something he had much of at present.
He really didn’t want to start the
night off with a spanking because he hadn’t obeyed orders. Playful spanking was
one thing—punishment spanking was quite another. The bright flare of pain passed
finally and he moved on to the next thing on his ‘to do’ list. He picked up the
cock ring and slid it on his dick.
“Oh shit,” Hal closed his eyes and
fought down his body’s urges.
Just the thought of what tonight
would bring had his balls churning. Once he had things under control, he opened
his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he picked up the nipple chain and clamped his
nipples and positioned himself on the bed. The sting from his clamped nipples
had him swallowing a moan. He hoped his master, Mac, was in a generous mood or
there was a good chance he’d come without permission tonight. He was that
needful.
He picked up the rope that always
stayed under the bed, his hands trembling. There were hooks attached to both
sides of the bed frame and the rope was already secured to the hooks. It was
the perfect set-up to tie his legs open. Hal sat with his knees pointing up to
the ceiling and looped first one pre-knotted noose around his knee, then the
other pre-knotted noose around his other knee. Ropes around his ankles attached
to the ropes around his knees. Hal finished up the knots holding him hostage
and tested the give. Perfect.
There would be no closing his legs
now, no matter how much he struggled. His cock throbbed harder at the thought.
Panting slightly, he removed the gag from the night table. Hal stared at it,
then slipped the ball into his mouth and buckled it around his head. The firm,
red ball rested on his tongue—now his ability to speak was taken
from him. Tingles raced from his head to his toes, and he still wasn’t done
with all he needed to do.
Hal
lay back on the bed and pulled the blindfold that rested around his neck over
his eyes. Darkness surrounded him. Now sight was taken from him. His excited
whimpers sounded against the gag as his dick throbbed. Fear and pleasure crashed
through his body, sending him into overdrive. Hal took a minute to settle his
nerves, then reached for the cuff attached to the center bedpost. With a click,
one wrist was secured.
Now,
this was the hard part—in more ways than one way. He rested his free wrist in
the other cuff. There was only one thing left to do. Could he do it? Could he
purposely bind himself—make himself helpless until his partner came inside and
release him? Heart pounding, he fumbled around until he heard the click of the
other cuff.
Once
again he whimpered against the gag, fear battling to overcome excitement. Oh
God, he was tied opened, helpless, clamped, gagged, blindfolded, and plugged.
The cock ring tightened even more. He might be afraid, but his dick was hard as
a brick. The low-level buzzing from the plug buried deep within his ass had
precome leaking from his dick. Now… he waited.
* * * *
Jay Mackinnon, known as Mac, checked
his watch one last time. There were still ten minutes to go. Mac rubbed his
hand over his stiff cock while he imagined what was taking place upstairs. He
tried to focus on the gentle waves and soft light from his in-ground pool in
front of him, but couldn’t. He grinned. The day before he left, he had chained
Hal to the handrail in the shallow end of the pool and teased him unmercifully
for several hours before fucking him. That end of the pool was shaded, so he
hadn’t had to worry about Hal’s fair skin burning.
He checked his watch once more.
Thirty minutes had finally passed. He unlocked the door to his home and entered.
After his five days at a work conference, they were both ready for him to get
home. And he’d told Hal, his submissive, just what exactly he wanted to come home to.
Of course, if Hal ever tied himself
up like this without him there to protect him, Mac would beat his ass until he
couldn’t sit for a week. Which was why he sat on the back porch while Hal got
ready. Never would he let his sub take such a risk. Anything could happen, and
while tied, Hal was helpless.
Mac looked up the stairs and
grinned. His sub was up... helpless and waiting. The least he could do was let
Hal know he was in the house. Mac walked up the stairs slowly. But that didn’t
mean the game was about to start.
