Pairing: Charlie/Harry Word Count: 645 Filled By: Member
Harry whimpered around the red ball gag in his mouth, straining his body against the restraints.
Charlie chuckled behind him. "Have some patience, baby. We've got all night."
When Charlie had first suggested using a spreader bar, Harry had readily agreed despite never having tried it before. He loved being bound by ropes and left at Charlie's mercy, but the spreader bar was so much more intense.
Harry had been put on his knees, his arse in the air with his chest and head on the bed. The spreader bar had metal cuffs which were strapped around his ankles, conjoined by a bar which spread Harry's legs completely apart and prevented him from moving at all. Adding to that, Charlie had brought Harry's arms under his body so that his wrists were cuffed to the bar, blindfolded him, checked he was alright before gagging him, then told Harry to tap his toes five times to safe-gesture out if he needed to, but otherwise to be a good boy and wait.
He didn't know how long he'd been left that, helpless and entirely on display for Charlie, but it felt like an eternity. His cock was achingly hard, and not only could he not touch himself, he couldn't even beg Charlie to touch him either.
All he could do was wait, knowing Charlie was sat behind him admiring the view of his spread thighs, and his arse stretched around the steel plug that Charlie had put inside him before they'd started. The bastard hadn't even treated Harry to his favourite vibrating one, so instead Harry had to contend with the wonderful feeling of fullness, but without any hope of getting the fucking he so desperately craved.
Harry whimpered again, thrusting his hips as best as he could in yearning for any sort of friction on his neglected erection.
"Baby," Charlie cooed. "You're such a needy little thing, aren't you? But if I come to help you, then I won't be able to enjoy the lovely view I have in front of me right now. You're so gorgeous, spread open, helpless, your arse plugged and ready for my cock whenever I want you to have it. I'm stroking myself, Harry, all because of you."
Harry moaned, hanging his head as his prick positively throbbed. Charlie hadn't touched Harry since he'd bound him to the spreader bar, but his entire body was aching with desire and need, his cock so hard he knew all it would take would be one touch to get him coming all over Charlie's fingers.
"Well, seeing as you're being such a good boy, I'm going to come closer," Charlie said, the bed dipping as he crawled onto it behind Harry. "But I'm not going to touch you yet, not until I've come. I'm in charge, and you know you're not allowed to come until I do, don't you baby?"
Harry nodded desperately.
Charlie ran a gentle hand through Harry's hair and chuckled. "Good boy."
Even without being able to see, Harry knew Charlie was jerking himself off, his breaths coming out in short, harsh pants. He rested one hand on Harry's arse, the other making slick sounds as it worked over his own cock.
Harry moaned as the plug inside him twisted before it was removed completely, hot come splashing his sensitive rim and hole as Charlie released his seed over Harry's arse.
"Fuck," Charlie hissed, reaching a hand between Harry's legs to grasp his length. "Such a good boy for me, Harry. Come for me, baby."
Harry did as he was told, grateful for the spreader bar keeping him upright as he came, leaving him completely sated and boneless. He couldn't keep the smile off his face as he felt Charlie releasing him from the cuffs. Now Harry could relax, knowing Charlie would take care of him like the wonderful husband he was.
Word Count: 645
Filled By: Member
Harry whimpered around the red ball gag in his mouth, straining his body against the restraints.
Charlie chuckled behind him. "Have some patience, baby. We've got all night."
When Charlie had first suggested using a spreader bar, Harry had readily agreed despite never having tried it before. He loved being bound by ropes and left at Charlie's mercy, but the spreader bar was so much more intense.
Harry had been put on his knees, his arse in the air with his chest and head on the bed. The spreader bar had metal cuffs which were strapped around his ankles, conjoined by a bar which spread Harry's legs completely apart and prevented him from moving at all. Adding to that, Charlie had brought Harry's arms under his body so that his wrists were cuffed to the bar, blindfolded him, checked he was alright before gagging him, then told Harry to tap his toes five times to safe-gesture out if he needed to, but otherwise to be a good boy and wait.
He didn't know how long he'd been left that, helpless and entirely on display for Charlie, but it felt like an eternity. His cock was achingly hard, and not only could he not touch himself, he couldn't even beg Charlie to touch him either.
All he could do was wait, knowing Charlie was sat behind him admiring the view of his spread thighs, and his arse stretched around the steel plug that Charlie had put inside him before they'd started. The bastard hadn't even treated Harry to his favourite vibrating one, so instead Harry had to contend with the wonderful feeling of fullness, but without any hope of getting the fucking he so desperately craved.
Harry whimpered again, thrusting his hips as best as he could in yearning for any sort of friction on his neglected erection.
"Baby," Charlie cooed. "You're such a needy little thing, aren't you? But if I come to help you, then I won't be able to enjoy the lovely view I have in front of me right now. You're so gorgeous, spread open, helpless, your arse plugged and ready for my cock whenever I want you to have it. I'm stroking myself, Harry, all because of you."
Harry moaned, hanging his head as his prick positively throbbed. Charlie hadn't touched Harry since he'd bound him to the spreader bar, but his entire body was aching with desire and need, his cock so hard he knew all it would take would be one touch to get him coming all over Charlie's fingers.
"Well, seeing as you're being such a good boy, I'm going to come closer," Charlie said, the bed dipping as he crawled onto it behind Harry. "But I'm not going to touch you yet, not until I've come. I'm in charge, and you know you're not allowed to come until I do, don't you baby?"
Harry nodded desperately.
Charlie ran a gentle hand through Harry's hair and chuckled. "Good boy."
Even without being able to see, Harry knew Charlie was jerking himself off, his breaths coming out in short, harsh pants. He rested one hand on Harry's arse, the other making slick sounds as it worked over his own cock.
Harry moaned as the plug inside him twisted before it was removed completely, hot come splashing his sensitive rim and hole as Charlie released his seed over Harry's arse.
"Fuck," Charlie hissed, reaching a hand between Harry's legs to grasp his length. "Such a good boy for me, Harry. Come for me, baby."
Harry did as he was told, grateful for the spreader bar keeping him upright as he came, leaving him completely sated and boneless. He couldn't keep the smile off his face as he felt Charlie releasing him from the cuffs. Now Harry could relax, knowing Charlie would take care of him like the wonderful husband he was.