Erotic short. Rope bondage and potion play in the apothecary’s office.
Rated E. 1k. M/M short between a cis apothecary and a trans partner. Age difference, suspension bondage, overstimulation, crying, come inflation, and fear of getting caught, as well as mentions of exhibitionism.
“Beautiful boy,” murmured Landrake in his ear, and Lee desperately tried to fill his lungs, but he couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t make his mind focus. He took in a little bit of a breath and then exhaled again, then took in another and then exhaled again — he giggled breathlessly, hopelessly, as Landrake’s fingers curved around his hips, thumbs pressing into their divot as though his body had been moulded with built-in handholds, and at the very thought, Lee’s hips twitched, his swollen cock thrust against the air.
Landrake had told him exactly what he was doing as he’d bound Lee’s arms together, telling him the name of the knots and the style of the shoulder harness, explaining how it would support his shoulders and his waist and his joints, how it wouldn’t restrict the blood flow to his hands, but all of that information had been drained out of his head by now: Lee was bound to the ceiling, his hands bound at the small of his back. He couldn’t even remember how many hooks he was suspended from, and couldn’t turn his head to look.
The ropes were so well-balanced, harnessing him in suspension, that none of them even dug into his skin — they were a gentle, comfortable pressure, much like Landrake’s hands curled about his waist, much like Landrake’s cock inside him.
“Beautiful,” said Landrake again, and without warning, he brought his two first fingers — he had a fingertip vibrator strapped to them — to the head of Lee’s cock again, and Lee howled at the sudden pulse of power that shot through him. He had already come once, could feel the slick wetness all but dripping down his thighs as well as the sweat shining on his skin, and he tried to bite back the sound as best he could as he writhed in his bonds. “Oh, now now, young man,” said Landrake, and even the way he said it made Lee shudder, cock pulsing again, because Landrake was old enough to be his —
He was older, older, and so experienced, and he’d done this to so many men before Lee, and was practised and good at it and that was why he could play Lee like an instrument, and Lee wanted to be his instrument, wanted to be his instrument forever.
“Can’t make too much noise,” purred Landrake. “Someone might come to see what all the commotion is in my office, after hours.”
“Mr Landrake,” said Lee breathlessly, and Landrake turned on the vibrator again, so that Lee sobbed on air, because he couldn’t breathe, and it hurt, ached, sent a hollow pain through him that was so sublime he wanted it to kill him dead.
“Please,” said Landrake in a soft purr, drawing the vibrating tips of his fingers up Lee’s belly and making Lee choke out a noise. “Didn’t I ask you to call me Bill?”
“Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill,” Lee moaned, and he heard Landrake sigh, dragging Lee back with a tighter grip on both his hips now, letting the vibrator go still: he moved him so easily, and Lee was horribly, beautifully aware of how he could tip Lee back and forward, let him swing in the suspension bondage.
Landrake’s cock was pulsing in him, and Lee felt hot and flushed and overexcited as he thought of how the potion Landrake had drunk and the effect he’d promised it would have. Landrake’s come was hot where it washed over his insides, and he couldn’t stop moving.
“I don’t know that I should let you down, once I’m through with you, you know,” said Landrake, sliding his thumb against Lee’s arse and laughing when he moaned. “Wouldn’t it be such a pleasure, for any of my business associates to see a toy like you on display for them to sample, hm? I might even use you as an advertisement — you might make a lovely window display for some choice apothecarial concoctions.”
Lee tried to hide his face in the ropes to one side of his face to muffle his whines, because he couldn’t help but squirm. His whole body burned at the thought of it, at the idea of being suspended just like this in the glass window in view of the whole street, potions at work on him — what ones? Potions to make his skin sensitive, make his cock bigger, make him send out pheromones, make his orgasms more powerful?
His belly ached, cramping slightly, and he was aware of how much hot wetness was rushing inside him, still pumping from Landrake’s cock, more and more of it forced inside him.
He was straining to take it, and would strain more — he would stretch. Mr Landrake had been very careful to leave a gap in the harness for it.
The master apothecary’s office was part of the attic, and mercifully wasn’t directly above the shop, so the sound wouldn’t carry too badly, but he still tried not to be too loud as Landrake kept on fucking him, his every thrust loud and wet, his balls clapping against Lee’s cock, his thighs slapping loud against Lee’s arse.
Lee’s stomach was rounded out now, swaying underneath him, and the whole of his body was thrumming with want and pleasure and need. There were tears streaming his cheeks, the wetness gathering at the corners of his eyes, and Lee grunted as Landrake pressed his palm down against his back, forcing him to bow and push out his swelling belly.
“Shall I fuck your mouth, once I’ve filled your cunt, or your arse?” asked Landrake.
Lee took three tries to fill his lungs to answer: when he opened his mouth to speak, the vibrating tips of Landrake’s fingers pressed so hard to his cock that he saw stars, and he did scream this time.
No one even came upstairs to check, and Lee realised, with a sort of spiralling, dizzying wonder, that Mr Landrake’s employees knew better than to check on that sort of thing.
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