take too long... Short version: part of the reason it didn't work out was that my willingness to let him
dictate what I wore, ordered from a menu, or liked in art, was more down to insecurity than a
natural inclination to play the submissive. The games we played appealed to me strongly enough
that it took me some months to work out why I wasn't quite satisfied even so, and when I did...
well, it didn't go down too well."
"So he worked out a way to get rid of you."
"He worked out a way to bring me to heel," Charles corrected. "It just didn't play out as he'd expected."
"I bet." Gray mulled it over for a few seconds and then shrugged. "Okay. Guess I'm done asking questions."
An eyebrow rose. "That easy to satisfy your curiosity? Why do I have trouble believing that?"
Gray gave him a sheepish smile. "Okay, I'm done for now. That better?"
"Considerably more accurate. However, I haven't even started."
"Charles... want to fuck," Gray complained.
"I can see that." Charles' hand closed around Gray's straining cock, a warm, fleeting clasp, gone too quickly to be anything more than a tease. "You do realize that if this was real--"
"It isn't?"
Charles shook his head. "No. Sorry. You're just not ready and I don't think you want it. Not
really."
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"Then why the fuck am I tied up and hard?"
"Because it seemed like the best way to show you why this isn't going to happen. Isn't going to
work. You're so stubborn that talking just wasn't going to be enough. Consider it a practical
demonstration of what I need. I promise I won't hurt you, but I think when we're through you'll
know it's not for you."
"Hard," Gray reminded him.
Charles didn't even look. "I think that's down to other reasons."
"You're pissing me off, Charles." Gray kicked out angrily with his foot, frustration boiling up.
"What makes you think you know what's going on in my head?"
"You don't just realize that something like this works for you, Gray. You want it to because you
want me -- God knows why -- but that's not enough."
"You are one hell of a patronizing bastard, you know that?" Gray licked along his lips and stared down at his body. He knew how it looked normally when he was lying down; he'd done enough
self-portraits to be aware of the changes in musculature due to the position he was in. Muscles
and skin were pulled tight and taut, waiting to be touched. He could feel the shift and stir of air
along the exposed skin of his inner arms; turn his head and breathe in the scent of his aroused, hot
body, concentrated and intensified in the deep, open cup of his armpit.
"Do it, Charles. Bring it on. Do whatever the hell you usually do and I'll tell you if I can take it or if it's not my thing. I will. You don't get to tell me."
"With an attitude like that--"
"Hey, it's me. You know it is." Gray glared at him. "And you know you get off on me being argumentative, stubborn and pushy." He nodded, a realization clicking into place. "Yeah, of
course you do. Because it gives you something to work with. Something to beat out of me."
"And I would. Literally," Charles told him, a spark of challenge in his eyes.
Gray grinned. "You know you won't be able to, but we could have fun trying."
"You're incorrigible."
"Incurably depraved?" Gray pursed his lips in a mocking kiss and wriggled as sensuously as he
could. "Teach me some manners, then. Show me the error of my ways."
Charles laughed, his face lightening. "How long do I have?"
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"I don't have anywhere I have to be. All night."
"Fine." Charles stood up and pulled on a robe.
"Uh, Charles..."
"You wanted to know what it would be like." Charles looked serious now. "Waiting is something you'd have to get used to."
"Waiting? Why?" Gray nodded at his erection. "Ready, see? And so are you."
"Call out if you're at all uncomfortable; I'll hear you."
"Charles! You can't just go and--"
"I can." Charles paused in the doorway and looked back at him. "You're going to
dictate what I wore, ordered from a menu, or liked in art, was more down to insecurity than a
natural inclination to play the submissive. The games we played appealed to me strongly enough
that it took me some months to work out why I wasn't quite satisfied even so, and when I did...
well, it didn't go down too well."
"So he worked out a way to get rid of you."
"He worked out a way to bring me to heel," Charles corrected. "It just didn't play out as he'd expected."
"I bet." Gray mulled it over for a few seconds and then shrugged. "Okay. Guess I'm done asking questions."
An eyebrow rose. "That easy to satisfy your curiosity? Why do I have trouble believing that?"
Gray gave him a sheepish smile. "Okay, I'm done for now. That better?"
"Considerably more accurate. However, I haven't even started."
"Charles... want to fuck," Gray complained.
"I can see that." Charles' hand closed around Gray's straining cock, a warm, fleeting clasp, gone too quickly to be anything more than a tease. "You do realize that if this was real--"
"It isn't?"
Charles shook his head. "No. Sorry. You're just not ready and I don't think you want it. Not
really."
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"Then why the fuck am I tied up and hard?"
"Because it seemed like the best way to show you why this isn't going to happen. Isn't going to
work. You're so stubborn that talking just wasn't going to be enough. Consider it a practical
demonstration of what I need. I promise I won't hurt you, but I think when we're through you'll
know it's not for you."
"Hard," Gray reminded him.
Charles didn't even look. "I think that's down to other reasons."
"You're pissing me off, Charles." Gray kicked out angrily with his foot, frustration boiling up.
"What makes you think you know what's going on in my head?"
"You don't just realize that something like this works for you, Gray. You want it to because you
want me -- God knows why -- but that's not enough."
"You are one hell of a patronizing bastard, you know that?" Gray licked along his lips and stared down at his body. He knew how it looked normally when he was lying down; he'd done enough
self-portraits to be aware of the changes in musculature due to the position he was in. Muscles
and skin were pulled tight and taut, waiting to be touched. He could feel the shift and stir of air
along the exposed skin of his inner arms; turn his head and breathe in the scent of his aroused, hot
body, concentrated and intensified in the deep, open cup of his armpit.
"Do it, Charles. Bring it on. Do whatever the hell you usually do and I'll tell you if I can take it or if it's not my thing. I will. You don't get to tell me."
"With an attitude like that--"
"Hey, it's me. You know it is." Gray glared at him. "And you know you get off on me being argumentative, stubborn and pushy." He nodded, a realization clicking into place. "Yeah, of
course you do. Because it gives you something to work with. Something to beat out of me."
"And I would. Literally," Charles told him, a spark of challenge in his eyes.
Gray grinned. "You know you won't be able to, but we could have fun trying."
"You're incorrigible."
"Incurably depraved?" Gray pursed his lips in a mocking kiss and wriggled as sensuously as he
could. "Teach me some manners, then. Show me the error of my ways."
Charles laughed, his face lightening. "How long do I have?"
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"I don't have anywhere I have to be. All night."
"Fine." Charles stood up and pulled on a robe.
"Uh, Charles..."
"You wanted to know what it would be like." Charles looked serious now. "Waiting is something you'd have to get used to."
"Waiting? Why?" Gray nodded at his erection. "Ready, see? And so are you."
"Call out if you're at all uncomfortable; I'll hear you."
"Charles! You can't just go and--"
"I can." Charles paused in the doorway and looked back at him. "You're going to
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