DAVID 103
Al whimpered.
A shocked and worried looked occupied his face. “What’s… what are these for?” he said as he regarded the shackles that bound his hands to the garage floor.
“They’re the surprise I told you about,” said David as he stood in front of Al. The bulge in his briefs was inches away from Al’s face. He put his hands on his hips and pushed his hips and inch closer, feigning ignorance of the effect it had on his “client”.
“But… but… are you gonna let me touch you?”
David sighed. “Al… don’t I always? Eventually? Usually?”
Al yanked at the chains.
“You said you wanted to be teased.”
“Yeah, but… but you know what I mean. I-I-I want—” His voice trailed off as his eyes zeroed in on the straining fabric in front of him. Without realizing it, his mouth opened, his tongue touched his lower lip, and he leaned slightly forward.
“AH!” David yelled. “Where are your manners, son? Didn’t your mama teach you that you should ask politely before your touch someone else’s property?”
“I’m sorry,” he whined, looking up. “I… I… it’s just that I…” His breathing grew faster. He looked back at the tantalizing package in front of him. “Oh please,” he said. “Can I touch it? I don’t want the chains. I want to touch it. I thought you—”
“You know how I am with manners.”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I just want to touch it. With my hands.”
“We say…?”
“Please.”
“Oh. Tongue’s not good enough, huh?”
“Yes! Anything! But I want to hold it. Just for a little—”
“Hold on a second,” said David. “I’m gettin’ a bit hard. When you get desperate it really turns me on.” He reached down into his briefs and pulled his cock straight. For a split second, Al saw it in the big man’s fist, and then it was tucked back into the briefs, arcing and swelling to one side. “Ahhh. Damn if that don’t feel good.”
Al moaned and doubled over as if in pain.
“Oh now that’s good,” said David. “I like when you do that.”
Al straightened up. “You are gonna let me touch aren’t you?”
David shrugged. “You did say tease.”
Al nodded. “But eventually. Eventually.”
“I don’t know,” said David. He rubbed his hand on the taut fabric of his briefs and pressed down on the warm, firm meat underneath. “You know what they say about leaving them always wanting more. Maybe I’ll let you touch. Or maybe I’ll let you touch next time.”
“Noooo! David!” He sobbed.
“It’d give you something to look forward to.”
“Oh god.”
David reached down and lifted his balls and pulled the fabric beneath them. He reached behind and stroked his butt with both hands, arcing his back slightly and waving his hips gently and absentmindedly in front of Al’s face. Al’s pained face wavered back and forth like a cobra before a snake charmer. “Did you or did you not say ‘tease’?”
“You know what I meant!”
“I don’t like that tone of voice.”
“I’m sorry,” Al whispered. He bowed his head. “I’m sorry. I meant… put on a show. Show me what I’ll get to touch.”
He seemed not to be listening. “Do you mind if I take off my briefs?”
Al looked up. He shook his head. “I don’t mind!” he said, his eyes wide.
David turned around. His butt was now at the level of Al’s face. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and twisted to regard Al, a sly smile on his face. The waistband crawled down his buttocks and he stopped when the crevice of his ass was just becoming visible.
Al moaned at the sight. “Ohhhhhhh! What… what do I have to do?”
“Do?” David asked.
“I want it.”
“Want what, Al?”
“David, I’ll kiss it. I’ll lick it. I’ll bite it! I’ll bathe it with my tongue! Please let me have it!”
David pulled his briefs down one more inch. “Mmmm. A tongue bath.”
“Yes!”
He pulled the briefs down another inch.
Al’s eyes were riveted on the creamy skin.
“Just the outside?”
“Anywhere you want! Just tell me!” He shook with frustration.
“Hmmm. Well,” said David, “that might do, seein’ as how you still won’t get to use your hands. I mean, I guess that would still be teasin’ you.”
“Yes! Yes, it would!”
“I do remember the last time you licked my butt.”
Al was hyperventilating. Hope. Possibility.
David pulled the briefs all the way down to his thighs, moved his weight from one foot to the other. His hips tilted. His buttocks shifted.
Al swooned. “I… I…” was all he could say.
“When you had your face all the way in there, and you moaned, it kind of tickled.”
“I’ll do it again! I’ll do it again oh please!”
“Heh heh. You would be kind of a captive audience if I were to take a step or two back.”
“Yes! That’s ok!”
“Ooooo. If I stood right on top of you, I could make you do it for as long as I wanted.”
“Yes! Please! I’ll make you feel good. I love to lick you! David, please!”
David bent forward and slid the briefs slowly down his thighs. His buttocks parted slightly.
Al’s eyes went wide. His mind whirled. His mouth dropped open. His throat was dry. His mouth was watering. His brain spun with words: succulent, sensitive, twitching.
David stepped out of his briefs and tossed them aside.
Al’s tongue hung from his mouth.
David straightened up. “A show, huh?”
Al nodded frantically. “P-please. Oh please.”
“I don’t know.”
Al sobbed.
David twisted again to look back at Al. “I mean, I see myself every day. For instance, if I were to flex my arm like this…”
“OOHHhhhhhh.”
“…it’s nothin’ new to me. I can even lick it.”
Al whimpered. Al trembled.
“I can lick it all over like this.”
Al whined.
“I can get that anytime I want.”
“But… but….”
“Yes?”
“But I want to do it. Ohhh.”
“You know, that does feel good. A tongue bath, huh?”
“Pleeeeeeeeze!”
“But Al… as they say… it’s been done.”
“Please. Please.”
“Well, what’s gonna be different this time?”
“I’ll do anything you want! Let me make you feel good! Let ME make you feel good.”
“Hmm.”
“I’m gonna die. I’m gonna die,” Al whispered.
“What was that?”
“I can’t take this.”
“You want me to go?”
“No!”
“Cuz I’ll go if you want.”
“I don’t. I don’t want you to go.”
“It doesn’t look like you’re having much fun.”
“I am. I am! But I want—I need to touch you. I can’t just look!”
“I was gonna put on your show.”
“Ok! OK! Put on the show. Just please! Please don’t go.”
“And, well, maybe I’d let you touch.”
“Oh please! You know I’ll do anything!”
“I like it when you beg.”
“I’m begging!” Please let me touch you! Please! I BEG of you!”
“And I did want my tongue bath.”
Al opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and whined like a dog.
David put his fists on his hips and flared his lats. He tilted his hips back slightly. He pulled his shoulders forward inch by inch and his back widened more and more.
“Oh god,” Al groaned.
“How’m I doin’ so far, Al?”
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