Made to Order by Brigham Vaughn

NINE

“Need anything before we begin?” Donovan asked as he tore his lips from Tyler’s. It had been a painfully long day, and he’d spent it counting down the moments until he was back at his place with Tyler. So far, they’d only made it just inside the apartment and they’d accomplished nothing but making out. “Water? Food?”

“No.” There was something heated in Tyler’s eyes, a dangerous glitter of need that sent lust surging through Donovan’s body.

“Good. Because I have plans for you.”

“What kind of plans?”

“Well, you know what I didn’t get to feel last time?” Donovan wrapped his arms around Tyler’s back, pulling him closer.

“No?”

“Your mouth on my cock.”

“Oh.” Tyler’s voice was a little breathy.

“That okay?”

“Yeah. I’m probably not going to be any good—”

Donovan stopped his apology with another wet, needy kiss. “You know what I like even better than a man who knows how to suck dick?” he asked when he drew back.

“No.”

“Showing him how to become a good cocksucker.”

“Oh, God.”

Donovan laughed softly. “C’mon, let’s go shower first.”

Despite the temptation to kiss and touch Tyler’s wet, naked body, Donovan resisted as they rinsed off together. A specific scene had formed in Donovan’s mind that he really, really wanted to make happen.

After they’d dried off, he tugged Tyler into the bedroom and ordered him to stand facing away. Donovan tried to focus as he pulled out toys and supplies, but he had difficulty tearing his gaze from Tyler’s body.

There were still some marks on his ass. Damn it. Donovan belatedly remembered that he’d forgotten to put arnica on Tyler after their shower last time. He’d been too wrapped up in talking and making sure Tyler wasn’t freaking out.

Donovan would have to be careful tonight, but there was a lot they could still work with.

“Kneel,” he said firmly.

Tyler jerked, clearly startled, but he didn’t move.

“Kneel and put your hands up behind your head,” Donovan barked.

Tyler rolled his shoulders.

“Am I going to have to wrestle you to get you in restraints every time?” Donovan sighed in mock annoyance as he walked forward and came to stand in front of Tyler, staring into his face.

“Maybe.” Tyler’s eyes were heated, burning with need.

“Oh, I see.” Donovan crossed his arms over his chest. “There’s a word for that in BDSM, you know?”

“What’s that?”

“Struggle play. Some people get off on the adrenaline rush of it.”

“I do like it,” Tyler said.

“And some people need someone else to ‘force’ them.”

Not exactly unusual in bi-curious guys who weren’t quite ready to flat out admit they wanted another man.

“I guess maybe that’s some of it too.”

“I know. Good thing I don’t mind.”

Donovan made his move before Tyler could anticipate it, rushing him and bringing him down to the floor with a thud. Donovan twisted, absorbing as much of the blow as he could, because they hadn’t done much of this yet. His hip smarted a little, but after years of training, he knew how to safely fall.

They wrestled on the floor for a few minutes, Tyler’s damp, naked body sliding pleasantly against his as Donovan grappled with him. His heart raced as the adrenaline hit. The slick pressure of his cock sliding along the groove of Tyler’s chiseled lower abs was painfully arousing. It made him want to rut against Tyler, but even more, Donovan wanted to take his time and do this scene the way he’d imagined it playing out in his head for the past few days. He gripped Tyler’s shoulders and hooked a leg around his thigh, rolling to pin Tyler under him.

It took more effort than Donovan had expected to get Tyler facedown with his hands behind his back. Tyler put up a good fight, Donovan would give him that. He wasn’t putting up a token bit of resistance but giving as good as he got. Tyler was bigger than Donovan and his military training had given him some skills, but he’d been out for years, and as far as Donovan knew, Tyler didn’t do the kind of training he did on a regular basis. Still, it was difficult to focus on technique with the feel of a hot, naked male body sliding against his.

When Donovan had finally pinned Tyler, panting heavily, he leaned in to speak in his ear. “Are you going to behave now?”

“I suppose.” Tyler squirmed under him, looking petulant, and Donovan let out a little chuckle.

“Guess we’ll have to really restrain you then.”

With some effort, Donovan got Tyler to his knees again. Thankfully, he’d managed to maneuver them close enough to the bed that Donovan could reach for his toys.

Tyler didn’t struggle a lot then. Not enough to make Donovan think he was really trying to get away now. More that he was enjoying testing him. So, Donovan got a bar across Tyler’s shoulders and his wrists secured with the attached cuffs.

Tyler looked at him mutinously.

“Why do you look so put out?” Donovan asked with a breathless laugh. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. “This is what you asked for.”

Tyler just glowered. Donovan chuckled, knowing it was all part of the fun. Tyler got off on this and Donovan’s cock was painfully hard, throbbing in time with his heartbeat.

“So, there are a lot of fun things we could do right now,” Donovan said, studying Tyler. “But I have several ideas I’ll start with first.” He retrieved lube and a silicone butt plug.

He dangled them in front of Tyler. “We’re going to start with this. Don’t worry, the toy is brand new. I bought it and haven’t had a chance to use it on anyone yet.” He pulled it out of the packaging. “So, you sit tight while I go wash it. Don’t go anywhere,” he teased. “Oh … wait. You can’t.”

Tyler’s glare grew more ferocious, and he let out a growl under his breath.

When the toy was clean, Donovan slicked it up in full view of Tyler, watching his eyes dilate and his breathing pick up. Donovan walked behind him, admiring the view of a muscular man on his knees, bar across his shoulders, wrists secured to the cuffs in a position that left his arms up in a ‘W’ shape. Donovan sank to his knees beside Tyler, then placed his palm against Tyler’s stomach. “Lean forward until you rest on my hand.” Tyler hesitated. “I won’t support your weight fully, but I promise, I won’t let you fall on your face.”

When Tyler was bent over and his ass jutted out, Donovan brushed the slick toy against his entrance, spreading lube everywhere. Messy, but it would do. He pressed in, working the plug inside Tyler and forcing a little groan to fall from his lips when it was seated deep.

“Oh, that’s just the beginning. This toy has so many nice bells and whistles.” It wasn’t overly large, but it had plenty of fun features.

He helped Tyler straighten, then stood and reached for the remote control. Tyler’s eyes widened.

“Oh yes. I get to be in charge of this.” He pressed one button and Tyler let out a strangled gasp. “Mm-hmm. Vibration. Fun, isn’t it?”

Tyler gulped.

“But wait, it gets better.” Donovan grinned and hit a second button. “Rotating beads.”

Tyler shuddered.

“It’s a bit like you’re being rimmed, huh?”

“Yeah.” Tyler’s voice was hoarse, and his cock had grown and thickened, beginning to lift to rest flat against his abs.

“And now, you get to enjoy that while you make me feel good.”

Donovan stepped closer, his body square with Tyler’s. His own cock was hard and flushing red at the tip because there were few things that turned him on more than a helpless man on his knees. He retrieved a jingling bell, then pressed it into Tyler’s hand. “And this is how you tell me to stop. If you don’t like what I’m doing or if it gets to be too much, you drop it. The second it falls, I stop and check in.”

“Okay.” Tyler licked his lips. “Am I … am I allowed to come?”

Donovan hadn’t planned on restricting Tyler’s orgasms. But now that he mentioned it … “Only if you want a beating. You either come, and get your ass beat, or you don’t come, and you skip the whole thing.”

Which pretty much guaranteed Tyler would come. He’d liked the impact play a lot.

“Oh.” His expression was both alarmed and heated.

Donovan stepped closer, dragging the tip of his cock across Tyler’s pink lips. “You look gorgeous like that, you know.”

Tyler blinked up at him.

“Mm-hmm. All helpless on your knees for me. You should see yourself.” He let his gaze wander over Tyler like a caress. “Those inked biceps bulging, your cock so hard it looks like it might burst, and those lips … anyone ever tell you have dick-sucking lips, Tyler?”

He shuddered. “No.”

“You do. And I’m going to take full advantage of them. God, you have no idea how much it turns me on knowing I’m the first man who ever got the opportunity to use your mouth the way it was made to be used.”

He brushed the tip of his cock across Tyler’s lips again.

“Lick it. I want you to really taste me.”

He held his cock steady as Tyler tentatively reached out with his tongue, lapping at the fluid there.

“Tell me how it tastes.”

“Salty.” Tyler licked his lips. “A little bitter.”

Donovan stroked his cock a moment, coaxing more liquid out. “Any sweetness?”

Tyler lapped at him again, this time more eagerly. “A little?” he said as he pulled away. “Right at first.”

“Mmm. Well, I think you need to taste some more, don’t you?”

Tyler nodded.

“And if you look good now, you’re going to look even better with my cock in your mouth. Open up,” Donovan said, his voice huskier than he intended.

Tyler opened and Donovan groaned at the wet heat. When Tyler grazed his tongue tentatively along the underside, Donovan trembled. “Mmm, yeah.”

He cradled the back of Tyler’s head in his hands. “Going to fuck your face now.”

Tyler’s worried gaze flicked to his, and Donovan stroked his cheek with his thumb. “I’ll start slow. I won’t ram my cock down your throat.” He grinned. “Yet.”

Now, Tyler’s gaze was half-startled, half-hot and needy. Oh yes, he’d enjoy it when Donovan did fuck his throat. It just wasn’t the right time for that yet.

Donovan rocked his hips forward, slowly, so slowly, pushing into him.

“Watch those teeth,” he warned.

After a minute, they found a rhythm.

Tyler’s eyes fluttered closed, and he seemed to settle, the tension leaching from his body as he let Donovan take over. Donovan pushed deeper, testing Tyler’s gag reflex. He choked, letting out a rough, sputtering sound and the bell rattled a little.

Donovan glanced at it, but Tyler’s fingers tightened around it, and he pushed forward, eyes still closed.

Tyler was the most intriguing mixture of reluctant and eager. Donovan enjoyed it more than he had any right to.

Certainly, more than he ever could have imagined.

Donovan relaxed, his wary watchfulness easing down a notch as he allowed himself to enjoy this. He kept up the shallow thrusts, fucking the front of Tyler’s mouth, groaning when Tyler sucked harder. The tease of Tyler’s tongue across the underside of the head, the dance along the bottom of Donovan’s shaft made the groan turn low and long.

When Donovan was shaking, struggling to keep his release at bay, he paused. “Gonna test your throat now. Drop the bell if you need me to stop.”

Tyler nodded, sucking harder, and Donovan pushed in. The tight constriction of Tyler’s throat almost undid him. Tyler choked again, gagging just the way Donovan had hoped he would, but when Donovan opened his eyes long enough to check in, there was nothing but defiant heat in Tyler’s gaze and his knuckles were white where he clutched the bell.

Donovan repeated that a few times, pushing deep, enjoying the sound and feel of Tyler choking around him, before pulling out. And then he couldn’t take another second of it.

Donovan drew back, setting up a fast, shallow pace again. “Open your mouth, I’m going to come on your tongue,” he said raggedly. “And I want you to hold it there. Don’t swallow until I tell you.”

Tyler obeyed, and Donovan wrapped his fingers around his slick shaft. A bare handful of strokes later and he spilled directly into Tyler’s mouth, pearly white cum pooling onto his pink tongue. Donovan’s head went light, the room spinning a little as his hips stuttered, and he stroked himself through the final spurts. He trembled through the last of his orgasm, still stroking, trying to squeeze out every last drop.

“Hold it there.”

A flicker of a grimace crossed Tyler’s face.

“Now swallow. Slowly.”

Tyler made another face as he did so, his nose wrinkling in a gesture Donovan might have called cute in any other moment but he was too damn turned on for it to be anything but hot as fuck.

Donovan wiped up a little of the spilled cum that had dribbled down his chin, and held up his fingers. “You missed some.”

Tyler’s glare was mutinous, but he lapped at Donovan’s fingers before drawing them into his mouth to suck.

Donovan dropped to his knees, pushing his tongue into Tyler’s mouth, chasing the flavor of his orgasm. Tyler shivered, his hard cock pressing against Donovan’s bare thigh.

“Mmm, well done,” Donovan said as he drew back. “We might get you trained yet.”

“Yeah, good luck with that.” Tyler’s voice was a little hoarse.

Donovan reached down to stroke the iron-hard shaft between Tyler’s thighs. “Oh, I think there are ways of making it happen.” He reached out and grabbed the remote. “Don’t forget, I have this.”

Tyler’s breath hitched as Donovan upped the vibration, and the tip of his cock grew slick as Tyler oozed pre-cum.

“What did you think?” He tilted Tyler’s head so he could see his eyes better. “Did you like me fucking your throat?”

“Yeah. That was fine.”

“You didn’t like something. What was it?” He kept stroking Tyler’s cock.

“The part at the end, where you made me taste it.” His nostrils flared. “I don’t care what anyone says, that shit is not delicious.”

Donovan chuckled. “Oh, you don’t have to like it. You just have to do it.”

Tyler let out a little growl and shifted his weight.

“How are your knees and shoulders?” Donovan asked. “Need a break?”

Tyler hesitated and Donovan grabbed his chin in his hand. He looked Tyler right in the eye. “You tell me if you need a break. You understand?”

“My knees are getting a little sore,” he said.

“Okay. We’ll take the strain off you for a while. Can you handle staying cuffed to the bar if you lie on your back? And remember, in this case, you don’t get points for toughing it out.”

“Yeah, that’ll be okay.” Tyler licked his lower lip.

It took some maneuvering, but Donovan helped lower Tyler to the ground on his back. When he was comfortably settled, Donovan set the remote control on the carpet beside them and swirled his tongue around Tyler’s nipples, dragging his teeth across them and making him buck up against Donovan’s mouth.

“Fuck.”

“You want my mouth on you?” Donovan asked. “Sucking that nice thick cock of yours?”

“Oh God. Please.”

Donovan smirked. Oh, he was going to enjoy making Tyler beg sometime. That would be fun.

Donovan suckled the tip, staring up at Tyler. “Did the blowjobs you got before ever feel like this?” Donovan tapped a finger against the toy inside Tyler’s ass.

Tyler grunted. “No.”

Donovan rolled his balls in his palm, then slipped a hand underneath to stroke a finger across his soft taint. Tyler shivered.

“Are those vibrations getting to you?”

“Yeah. And the beads.” He groaned.

“Did you know this is just the second-lowest setting?” he teased. “I can turn things up again, if you want.”

“Hnngghh.”

“So, you like the thought of that, huh? Just wait until you feel it.” He turned up the intensity and watched as a shudder wracked Tyler’s whole body. He resumed stroking and Tyler groaned. “Yeah, just like that.”

But when Donovan smoothed his other palm across the sensitive head of his cock, Tyler bucked up, body bowing off the floor as he cried out.

“Oh, you like this, don’t you?”

“No,” Tyler spat, but Donovan just chuckled. Because he could see Tyler’s enjoyment. Liar. He pressed Tyler’s dick against his belly and lightly slapped Tyler’s balls. The desperate sound that escaped his lips shot through Donovan like a bolt of lightning.

“Oh, and you like that too.” Donovan beamed at him. “A little cock and ball torture for my big, tough Army guy, huh?”

“I’m not your anything,” Tyler said between gritted teeth.

“You’re not,” Donovan agreed. “Except when you’re helpless like this. Then you’re all mine to torture.” He tapped Tyler’s balls again, drawing a strangled gasp from him. He did that several times. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send a jolt through his body every time.

He took Tyler to his root and sucked. Moments later, he spurted into Donovan’s mouth with a helpless groan. Donovan kept sucking, teasing the tip of his tongue into the sensitive little hole at the tip, dipping it into the slit before withdrawing to flick it against the head.

“Fuck.” Tyler jerked. “I’m …”

“Getting sensitive? I could keep playing with you this way,” he said. “See if I could get you to come again. I bet I could. Ever come dry before, Tyler? I’ve heard it’s intense.” He reached for another spreader bar with cuffs. “Nearly got myself kicked in the face one time by a guy who wasn’t expecting it.” He secured the restraint around Tyler’s left ankle. “That’s why I do this now.”

Once Tyler’s legs were restrained, Donovan spat on his cock and continued stroking, holding one hand at the base and using his other to tease his sensitive crown. Tyler turned his head, pressing his nose against his bent arm, panting.

Donovan cradled Tyler’s cock in his hand and slapped, smacking his hand against the shaft this time. Tyler let out a strangled noise, so he did it again. Working his way from the tip down to the balls, then back up again.

“Hnnnnnnngh.”

Donovan grinned. The noises Tyler let out were absolutely delicious. His breathing was ragged and every muscle strained with effort.

“You know your safeword,” Donovan reminded him.

“I know,” Tyler said with a desperate gasp.

So Donovan used one hand to rub the head of Tyler’s cock, while flicking Tyler’s balls with his fingertips. Tyler’s entire body went tense, abs clenching, thighs tightening. Donovan did it twice more and though there was no ejaculation, the sounds and facial expression were nearly identical as Tyler shuddered and spasmed.

Barely using his fingertips, Donovan continued to toy with the head of Tyler’s dick until he writhed on the floor, squirming to get away.

“Oh God, it’s … FUCK!”

“Had enough, soldier?” Donovan teased, gently tapping the crown of his cock again.

Tyler let out a desperate noise. “Yeah.” His forehead was sheened with sweat. “I can’t …”

“It’s okay.” Donovan let go and when he shut off the toy, Tyler went limp like someone had cut all the strings holding him up. “You don’t have to. Just breathe.”

He rubbed a hand across Tyler’s stomach, soothing him as he eased the toy out.

Tyler jerked once, then went still.

Donovan set the toy aside, then unshackled Tyler’s ankles, massaging the blood back into his ankles and feet. He slid up his body and did the same to his wrists and hands while Tyler stared up at him, eyes dazed and unfocused, mouth curved up in a little smile.

Donovan leaned in and pressed his lips to that smile, smiling too. They made out for a long time, the movements slow and languid. Donovan licked his way into Tyler’s mouth, tasting the salty remnants of his own orgasm.

“Ever tasted your own cum before?” he asked against Tyler’s mouth.

“A few times.”

“How was this in comparison?”

“Still don’t like the taste of jizz, but the rest of it … way, way hotter.” Tyler kissed him again. “Shit, Donovan. I didn’t know I could come like that.”

“Some time we’ll push you past that. Really edge you. Just for fun.”

Wide-eyed, Tyler fell silent. For a few minutes, he lay there panting, staring up into Donovan’s face. Donovan smoothed his hand across Tyler’s chest.

“How is this …” Donovan stayed silent, not sure what Tyler was asking. “How is it like this?” he finished.

“Like what?”

“Hotter. This is like everything turned up to eleven. How is that possible?”

Donovan shrugged as he slid a hand down Tyler’s chest to his abs. “Because you’re kinky as hell and only now realizing it?”

“I’m only now realizing a lot of things.”

“Good things?”

Tyler smiled. “Yeah, seems pretty good from where I’m at. This is … yeah. Like this shit.”

“Good.” Donovan stood and held out a hand. “Let’s rinse off and get some food in us.”

Tyler took his hand and allowed Donovan to pull him to his feet, groaning. “Fuck.”

“Sore?”

“Yeah. Like you didn’t even hit me, but my muscles fucking ache. In a good way,” he hastily added.

“Ahh, well we can play more with stress positions if you like it,” Donovan said. “Predicament bondage, maybe. We have options.”

Tyler scrubbed a hand across his hair. “I think I’m going to need to start doing some more reading on this shit.”

“I can give you a few books that’ll be helpful,” Donovan said. “They’ll give you some more info on terminology.”

“Yeah, that would be good.”

“C’mon, let’s get cleaned up. I’ll rub your shoulders in the shower.”

Tyler jerked in surprise. “You’d do that for me?”

“Hey, this isn’t all about me getting my jollies,” Donovan said. “It’s about taking care of your well-being in every way. I’m going to challenge you, but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to take what I want without making sure you’re well cared for. Some people prefer a dynamic that’s that way, but it isn’t my style.”

He flipped on the shower. “So, when we’re outside of a scene, if there’s something you need, you tell me, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

“And if you need something during a scene—something big, something that absolutely can’t wait or just because your head won’t stop screaming that something feels bad or wrong, not just temporarily uncomfortable—you use your safeword,” he said firmly.

Tyler seemed to contemplate that idea seriously. “I can do that.”

“Like today. Were your knees and shoulders starting to protest?”

“Starting to, yeah.” Tyler ducked into the shower, letting out an audible sigh of contentment as he positioned himself under the showerhead. “Were they screaming at me that something was wrong? No.”

“Good.” Donovan slid a hand across Tyler’s flank as he stepped in too. “I was trying to avoid that.”

“You let me move before it got there.”

“That was my goal.”

“It seems like a lot of work,” Tyler said. “Being a Dom I mean.”

“It’s funny you say that,” Donovan said thoughtfully. “Because I think in the end, that’s what separates Doms from subs. Which role feels like it’s harder. Which feels like it’s a ton of work and which feels freeing. For me, controlling you is freeing. I’m focused and while, yes, I have to be thinking about your well-being constantly, that gives me this jolt of energy that isn’t matched by anything else.”

“Yeah, it always felt like a lot of work to me,” Tyler said. “When I—when I was with a woman, I was always worrying about her and whether or not she was into it and shit.”

“Sure, that makes sense.”

Tyler gave him a hesitant look. “But this is good. It still feels a little weird but I think maybe I needed it, you know?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve got a lot of stress right now and it’s nice to let that go.”

“I’m glad I can help with that,” Donovan said honestly.

“I still kinda like being all … combative and shit about it.”

Donovan chuckled and cupped Tyler’s cheek in his hand. “I enjoy it too. We don’t have to stop that. Knowing you enjoy that part of it makes it easier for me to really push you that way.”

“So we’re going to keep doing this?”

“I’m in as long as you are, soldier.”

“Sunday after the restaurant closes?” Tyler asked.

“You’re on.”