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Harrier was squirming, trying to buck away from the sensation, it was too much to much- but at the same time not enough, and so painfully good.
He had his legs, knees and ankles tied together and held just apart, his arms tied and pinned to his back, framing his chest. The vibrator is tied to his hips to jam up against his dick relentlessly.
He tried to groan Kim’s name but it came incomprehensible through the ball gag in his mouth, making him drool down his cheek as he lay on his back.
His neck was decorated with a thick leather collar, with a loop and a tag reading:
Harrier Du Bois
Property of Ltn Kim Kitsuragi
In the loop was a thick rope lead, held in lieutenant Kim Kitsuragis left hand, as he patted harrier's head in his lap.
“So good for me, all mine”
Harrier writhed again, desperately trying to escape from the overwhelming sensation torturing him, he tried to turn his head to nuzzle into Kim’s crotch, to try and reciprocate.
“Tsk, Harrier, we can’t have you distracted from the task at hand, stop that.” Kim tutted, exuding authority.
Harrier let out a high whine and wriggled his legs, subconsciously trying to get the vibrator at an angle where it didn’t so directly touch him but it was no use, he was completely and utterly trapped like this. It felt like burning metal was being pressed into him, but he couldn’t get away, and felt the heat and pressure build up in his core, making his hands and feet go numb with intensity.
It had been at this point where usually, Harrier has to stop when he’s alone. He can’t concentrate hard enough to not try and get away from the sensation to his absolute frustration. Any orgasms achieved are snatched, and unsatisfying, leaving him wanting more but utterly lost as to how.
He read furiously, and spent more Reál than he was willing to admit on sex toys, but his frustrations only grew.
Then he kissed Kim, on a rainy day after he drove him home from work.
Things changed after that.
Several things changed after that.
He, sheepishly, told Kim about his problems and quite frankly embarrassing collection of pornography, and Kim was… not disgusted, but seemed… intrigued.
When they finally got to attempting something like they had spoken about, when harriers pants came off another, slightly less embarrassing thing was explained by Kim rather than Harry, and thus he now knew he was Transsexual, and not all men had an extra hole.
After this, Kim indulged him. Or perhaps harrier indulged Kim? Quite frankly he wasn’t sure anymore on the particulars.
They can’t do it every week, or even every fortnight, but when the time is right, when Harrier has been particularly distractible, or had a particularly poor day, and they have the next day off (which for Harry’s poor legs to recover, was a necessity) Kim would tie and bind him up, leaving him with only overwhelming sensation with no way to escape it.
Harrier whined around the gag, dick twitching violently as he desperately tried to free himself. Tears streaming down his face. He had been tied up for close to 40 minutes now, and was nearing on his third orgasm of the night.
“Shhh shhh, khm, it’s ok Harrier, you’re ok, you’re mine, my precious, my good boy. All mine, safe in my lap, so squirmy and wet for me, begging for more, khm?” Kim murmurs.
Another high pitched whine and Harrier arching his back was the only response, making Kim tut again.
He placed a gloved hand to Harrier’s hairy chest, pushing him back down onto the mattress.
“Now now, don’t try and get away, I know your enjoying yourself.”
Deliriously he nodded to Kim, eyes closed and brows furrowed, lips stretched over the gag. He knew he could stop it at any moment with an agreed on hand gesture, but he didn’t want this to ever end.
Painfully, with such beautiful impossible agony he forced his upper body to go limp, intensifying the numbness creeping from his fingertips.
“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it? Here, good boys deserve rewards”
The hand pinning Harrier stayed in place, but the right hand moved over his chest, deeply messaging the muscle, before lightly pinching a nipple between his for finger and thumb, earning another agonized groan from harrier.
“So beautiful for me, all mine”
He moved his left hand from the center of his chest to the right nipple and gently caressed it, before pinching and tugging on them, hard.
A jolt runs through his body, abruptly sending him over the edge and he’s cumming, straining and convulsing with a red face as he squirts onto the bed, legs shaking uncontrollably. Kim guides him through it, massaging his chest and nipples, occasionally tugging at his chest hair, murmuring sweet nothings.
“Such a sweet thing, my sweet thing, feels good doesn’t it? I think we can get one more from you tonight, hm?” He drawls, stroking Harrier's cheek.
Harrier could barely comprehend him as he spoke, he could barely think, all he can feel is the burning overwhelming sensation in his crotch and the base of his spine. Mercilessly the vibrator draws out his orgasm, making no exception for over sensitivity. His legs keep jittering, and his hands feet have gone numb from the sensation. He bucks his legs and tries to escape his hind brain screaming too much too much, but his mind chanting MORE MORE MORE.
He is deliriously drunk on feeling he knows that he doesn’t have to do anything. All he has to do is stay still, and he will be Kim’s good boy. His possession, something to be cherished, and loved. He could barely stand it, to be held so tenderly, to be loved so dearly by another. To love someone and to love him so dearly back-
He unscrunches his eyes when he hears the distinct click of the buckle holding his ball gag in place being undone. Slowly Kim takes it off him, droll still coating his chin, and looks into his eyes. Slowly he grabs a pillow and places it under Harry’s head and moves away. The moment the gag is removed Harrier is moaning and whining for Kim loudly. Kim moves to straddle harrier around his middle and finally, finally takes off his boxers, revealing his weeping erection. He palms the head and legs out a low groan before shifting forward, pushing his cock onto Harriers lips.
Without thought Harrier licks and suckles at the tip, moaning into it. He tongues at the slit and wriggles his arms, wishing he could use he could use his hands
“Tsk, Harrier, you know better than that. Stop” he raised an eyebrow.
Harrier immediately stilled again, having trouble focusing due to the new bloom of heat building again at the base of his spine, leaving no reprieve after his last orgasm.
“Khm, Good boy”
Harrier moaned on Kim’s cock head, then whined pathetically as Kim pulled away, slowly stroking himself above Harriers face.
He leaned down, shifting back and began to suckle behind Harrier's ear, stroking himself and grinding his cock into the plush divot of his hip, careful not to shift the precisely tied vibrator.
Harrier babbled into Kim’s ear, unable to keep quite without the gag in place, and Kim’s thrust steadily grew faster and more erratic.
“Oh, oh god Kim, Kim, Kim it’s so much- I can’t, it’s- Kim please, please Kim!”
Kim pulled away from Harriers neck with a slick pop and kissed him, hard, silencing Harrier’s cries as he cums rutting over his stomach.
He pulls away for a moment, and looks Harrier in the eyes like he hung the moon and stars.
And like that Harrier came, utterly encapsulated and trapped, surrounded by so much love and so much affection, and so, so much sensation.
It’s drawn out, he doesn’t have enough in him for more than a weak dribble of squirt, his whole body shivering as he howls, too lost in feeling to care about volume control.
Blessedly, the vibrator clicks off after a minute, and it feels like his whole body deflates, his dick still twitching.
Slowly Kim unties the rope from his torso, arms and legs as well.
“Can you wriggle your fingers and toes for me Harry? Any tingling or pins and needles in you arms or legs?”
Harrier shakes his head weakly and wiggles his hands and feet.
“Words, Harrier”
Harrier groans and croaks out, voice horse, “All disco here.”
“I’m just going to get a towel for you, I’ll be right back Harry” he says petting his fuzzy cheek.
He comes back with a radio and bag in one hand, warm wet towel in the other and removes the towel underneath Harrier. He gently cleans the tears and spit from his face, before cleaning his thighs and ass, and giving a cursory once over his swollen over sensitive cunt, earning him a pathetic plea for mercy.
“Sorry sorry, I just have to get you clean.” He smiles while gently petting Harrier’s mons pubis, and cleaning the cum from the dip of his hip and stomach, giving himself a once over as well.
A crinkly water bottle enters harriers field of view.
“Here, Drink.”
Greedily he gulps down the water, finishing most of the bottle.
“There, good boy.” Kim says, petting his hair “Can you sit up for me? I have some almonds two popsicles for us”
Harrier shakily sits up, propping himself on the head of the bed frame.
“Hell yeah, Popsicle time.”
Kim silently hands him a little bowl filled with almonds, and a unwrapped orange popsicle to Harry.
Kim quickly takes the now cold and crusty towels to the hamper and sits cross legged next to Harry, popping some almonds into his mouth before unwrapping his own popsicle, dark green. He holds Harry’s hand and rubs circles on a joint.
“How are you feeling?”
“Honestly Kim? I feel amazing. I still can’t believe that I get to be here, with you. Are you okay?”
In a rare show of open affection, Kim openly grins and kisses Harry’s cheek.
“I feel very nice Harrier” He rubs his hand again “Very, very nice.”
He gently moves his hand away and turns on the radio quietly, before laying back in bed with Harry’s hand in his, quietly enjoying each other’s company.
Before long the popsicles are finished, almonds eaten and teeth brushed, and they are in bed snuggled close.
“I love you Kim”
“I love you too, Harry”
They fall asleep in each other’s arms, in a cosy apartment in the midst of the cold winter's night.