Wild AbandonIt’s not that I forget about Jess, or that my feelings of guilt dissipate overnight, no, far from it. But, my reasoning for breaking up with her proves to be sound. Without her in my life, my access to Ethan is greatly increased. Managing three people’s schedules is way, way easier than managing four. Liza is working long hours at her new job and Ethan’s place is only two stops from mine. Stopping in after work without having to worry about lining our stories up, or risking the girls catching us in a lie, has given rise to a veritable free-for-all.Now that he bottoms too, our options are seemingly endless: his ass or mine, my mouth or his, his hands, my hands…We suck and fuck, him and then me. We flip coins for it – tails, and you’re going down. We wrestle for it too; it’s lighthearted, but there’s no denying the near-nuclear level of testosterone it ignites. Usually, though, it tends to be that whoever has the time and place to prep, takes it up the ass. On balance, that’s me more often than it’s him, though every now and then, when I top him, I TOP him.I’ve bottomed the last few times we’ve hooked up, and I’m getting consumed by that dark, antsy, twisted feeling. Fortunately, I now know exactly what cures this particular ailment, so I bide my time, warning him, threatening him, until Büyükçekmece escort bayan I have him on the ropes, giggling nervously, as I whisper into his ear.“You better get ready, Tough Guy. Next time I see you, your ass is mine.” His eyes widen slightly, and I see a tiny bit of tension as he purses his lips slightly. He knows me well enough now to know that when this side of me raises its head, he’s right to be frightened.I call him as I leave work the next day, “I’m leaving now, I should be at yours in fifteen minutes,” I say, before adding darkly, “and Ethan, you better be naked when I get there.”I arrive at his place and let myself in. He’s in the living room, topless and barefoot, the button of his jeans unbuttoned, but clearly, he’s far from naked. This won’t do, I think. No, this won’t do at all. I stare him down wordlessly, my eyes on his jeans, making my message abundantly clear.“I, er,” he stammers sheepishly as he quickly unzips. I cross my arms over my chest, legs spread slightly, hips jutting forward ever so slightly, as he drops his jeans and steps awkwardly out of them.“Pick them up, and fold them neatly,” I instruct, my voice booming and dripping with ice.He leaps forward, quickly picking them up and bundling them up neatly before Escort Çatalca placing them carefully on the sofa. His nakedness, a stark contrast to my fully clothed attire: well-cut navy trousers and closely tailored crisp, white shirt and tie. I dressed with care this morning, with this precise moment in mind.He stands uncomfortably in front of me, unsure where to look and now and again, swaying his hand self-consciously in front of his erection. He knows I won’t like this, so when he catches himself, he quickly corrects, placing his hands at his sides. Slowly, and deliberately, I roll my shirt sleeves up to my elbows, first one arm and then the other, taking my time, allowing him to watch, knowing I look good, and even more so, knowing I look intimidating.Without warning, I grab his wrist and drag him along as I stride purposefully to the spare room. His flat-mate moved out a couple of weeks before we met. He was considering finding a new one, but Liza has plans to move in with him at some point, so she suggested he leave it open. Now, he uses it as a gym; a work-out mat on the floor, weights on the side, and a punching bag dangling in one corner.A few weeks back, I bought him a weight bench of sorts, a piece of sex furniture really, but fortunately, one that Esenler escort looks so similar to the real thing, there’s no way a layperson would spot anything untoward. I confess, it gives me more than a little pleasure to know that it’s there, in plain sight, right in front of his girlfriend, when he and I both know only too well the terrible things I’ve done to him on it.I push him down onto the bench so that he is bent over it lengthways, arms and legs on either side of it, chin perching sweetly on the soft leather cushioning. I spread his legs wider, binding them to the bench at the knee with a long length of coarse, hemp rope. I release the hidden mechanism that jacks up one side of the bench in quick, jerky movements, raising his ass well above his head. A perfect target. I repeat the process with his wrists, pulling the rope tight, securing his hands at his sides, right near his face. I take out a ball gag and show it to him pointedly, giving him time to appreciate my intentions, before asking him to open his mouth and noting with pleasure the docile way in which he follows my instruction.“Open your hands,” I tell him. He does so, looking up at me quizzically. “You can’t use our safeword with that in your mouth, so if you want me to stop, you open your hands like that. Do you understand?”He nods emphatically.“Show me,” I say, content when I see him quickly opening his hands and then clenching them tightly in a fist.“Good,” I say quietly.I move behind him and see that little flicker of knowing, that heightened alertness as his body tenses ever so slightly from the threat of having a man at his back.