Exploring With Nate | E5

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

Part 5: He Bought Handcuffs. So I Tied Him to a Chair and Blew His Mind

So yeah. Nate’s not just some random hookup. He’s my best friend. We’ve been roommates since college and done literally everything together except... this. It started as a joke, then a dare, then he let me blindfold him and straddle his chest. His mouth opened, and I lost it. I fucked his throat like it was made for me. And right when I pulled out, still panting, he reached for the handcuffs on my nightstand, smiled, and said, “Can we try this?”

I swear to God, that moment flipped something in me.

He was still blindfolded, lying back, lips shiny and red. His chest was slick with sweat and spit, and he looked fucking gorgeous. I hadn’t even touched his dick yet, but it was standing straight up like it knew what was coming.

Then he reached to the side, fumbling, and grabbed the handcuffs I’d tossed there earlier.

He held them up and went, “So… can we try this?”

I just stared at him for a second. “Wait. Are you serious?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I dunno. I just… I want to know what it feels like.”

I laughed a little under my breath. “Okay, shit. Yeah. Let’s do it.”

He looked kind of surprised that I didn’t hesitate. I guess he thought I’d be weird about it, but no. I’d been thinking about cuffing him since last week.

“Alright,” I said, reaching down. “Sit up for me.”

He sat up, blindfold still on. His breathing was shaky, but he didn’t stop me. I stood him up and walked him slowly toward the chair by the window. I’d moved it there earlier just in case.

“Trust me?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

His voice was low. He sounded turned on, but calm. Like he wanted this.

I slid my fingers into the waistband of his trunks and tugged them down.

“Wait,” he said, half-laughing. “Now?”

I smirked. “You wanna be comfortable, right?”

He didn’t say anything. Just lifted one foot, then the other. I pulled his trunks all the way off and tossed them aside. His cock bounced up, already leaking. It looked so damn good I almost forgot what I was doing.

I guided him to sit. He lowered himself into the chair, hands resting on his thighs, completely trusting me.

I moved behind him and took his wrists.

“Okay, hands back,” I murmured.

He let me pull them behind the chair. I clicked one cuff on, then the other.

“Too tight?” I asked.

He shook his head. “No. It’s good. Fuck…”

He looked so fucking hot. Blindfolded. Naked. Arms cuffed behind the chair. Legs spread. His dick standing tall. He was just… waiting for me.

“You look insane right now,” I muttered.

He gave a crooked smile. “So… what happens next?”

I didn’t answer.

I stepped closer, real quiet, and dropped to my knees in front of him. He twitched a little like he was trying to track me by sound. I didn’t say a word. Just leaned in and let my breath hit the tip of his cock.

He flinched.

“Jacob?” he said, all nervous.

I just opened my mouth and swallowed his cock.

“Ahhh...dude...”

His body jolted. I had both hands on his thighs, holding him steady. I sucked him deep, slow at first, letting my tongue swirl under the head, then pulling back and going down again, deeper this time. His hips jerked forward but the cuffs kept his upper body pinned.

“Oh my god,” he groaned. “Holy shit. That feels insane.”

I didn’t answer. Just kept working him. I used my tongue. Let spit drip down the shaft. Took him deeper, until my nose brushed his stomach and he choked out a moan.

“Dude… Jacob… I’m not gonna last…”

I pulled off just long enough to look up.

“First time getting your dick sucked?” I asked.

He nodded fast. “Yeah. You can probably tell.”

I grinned and went right back down on him, this time faster. Harder. I let my spit coat his cock, using my hand to stroke what I couldn’t suck. I wanted to make him lose his mind. He deserved it.

Then I opened my mouth again and took him deeper. I flattened my tongue and let him slide in slow, steady, right down my throat. He gasped so loud I felt it in my chest. His thighs tensed, his whole body arching like he couldn’t believe how good it felt. I pulled back just enough to catch my breath, then sank down again, faster this time.

“Holy fuck,” he moaned, voice shaking. “Jacob...fuck—I’m gonna...aaah”

I didn’t let him finish.

I kept going. My lips sealed tight around the base of his cock, my spit dripping everywhere. I used both hands to hold his hips down. He was squirming, trying to thrust, but he couldn’t move with the cuffs on. He had no control. Just me. My mouth. My pace.

I sucked him hard. Slow. Then fast. Then slow again. He whimpered.

“Please…”

I looked up, his chest heaving. Sweat beading on his neck. His cock was twitching on my tongue, right on the edge.

And that’s when I pulled off.

He made this broken little sound, like something had been ripped out of him.

“Wha...whatt...what the hell?” he panted.

I sat back, still stroking his inner thigh.

“You ever heard of edging?”

He shook his head, chest rising and falling.

“No…”

I leaned in and licked up the side of his cock, slow and teasing.

“Good,” I whispered. “You’re about to learn what it feels like to be edged by someone’s mouth.”

And then, right when he started gasping like he was gonna cum....I stopped.

Part 6