A/N: Anything that appears to be Spanish is actually Italian. Use Google Translate if you desire a rough translation.
~Cyn


“They’re not too tight are they, mio gattino?”

Ash lay flat on his back and spread-eagled, his wrists and ankles bound to the posts of his and Andy’s bed. He’d all but begged him to restrain him the next time they were intimate while they ate dinner, saying that he hadn’t felt like he was being a good sub to him, and he’d gotten his wish. He trusted the older man not to abuse him while he was helpless, and he had his safe words in place; he just had to have faith that, if he chose to use them, they wouldn’t fall on deaf ears.

“No, they’re not, Daddy,” he answered breathlessly. He was beginning to see why his lover got such a rush from being bound.

“Good. The last thing I wanna do is hurt you,” the older man said.

He began to tease his hot spots, knowing full well that it’d drive him insane that he couldn’t wrap his arms and legs around him to hold him close like he normally did. Not only that, but aside from telling him he didn’t want anything he chose to do, there wasn’t a thing Ash could do to stop him. The teen had felt the rush trussing a lover up like a pig could bring; he didn’t expect nearly the same rush from being trussed up.

Andy slowly worked his way down from his ear to his chest, making sure he teased every hot spot he knew about, before pausing to pay attention to his nipples. He gasped as he pinched one between his thumb and forefinger, whining when he began to roll it gently while latching on to the other. His back arched, and he was unsure if it was voluntary or involuntary, trying to get closer to the source of his pleasure. That drew a soft chuckle from the older man as he changed sides, slowly working him into a frenzy the likes of which he’d never known. It would be only a matter of time before he reached that pinnacle they loved.

With little hesitation, his lover began working his way further South, picking up right where he’d left off previously. A loud gasp was emitted from Ash when he paused to stab his tongue into his navel, something they’d figured out could make him harder than granite in less than two seconds. He moaned and arched his back in a way that pressed his hips and belly closer to his lover’s face, whining when he withdrew his tongue and chuckled, smirking at him. Being bound and unable to drag him back to that spot—or one that needed his attention even more—was pure torture, but one he loved. If he’d known this was the rush the older man got from being bound, he would’ve been willing to try it ages ago.

“Ti piace, il mio piccolo gattino?” Andy asked, looking up at him through his lashes. He’d taught him quite a bit of Italian, and insisted it be the only language used after a certain point in their intimacy.

“Sí, Paparino. Per favore, voglio di più!” the teen begged breathlessly.

“Dimmi. Dimmi ciò che si vuole, gattino,” he demanded, a slight growl to his voice.

“Per favore, Paparino. Toccami dove ne ho bisogno il più!” Ash begged, whining as he arched his back once again.

“Ma io non so dove ne hai più bisogno,” the older man chuckled, playing dumb. “Dovete dirmi, amore mio.”

“Il mio cazzo! Ho bisogno del tuo tocco sul mio cazzo!” he screamed, pulling against his restraints.

Chuckling softly once again, he gently circled his hand around his cock, beginning to stroke it from base to tip. His sweetheart moaned like a whore as he stroked him, gasping and crying out in obvious pleasure as he thumbed his slit upon reaching its swollen, purple head. Andy noticed how he was already leaking, clearly having been aroused, if only mentally, for some time before being bound.

With little preamble, the older man stretched out between his spread thighs, using his elbows to keep him propped up at the right angle. He gave his little head a few gentle kitten licks, teasing Ash to no end since he was almost mindless with arousal as it was. The moment he wrapped his lips around it and began to twil his tongue, the teen made a strangled sound in the back of his throat and pulled against the restraints even harder. He couldn’t help but chuckle again as he began to bob his head, knowing full well that the vibrations travelling up his shaft as a result drove his sweetheart insane.

It wasn’t long before Andy felt him begin to twitch even more frequently than he already was, and could tell when his length thickened even further in his mouth that he was close. Just to be a teasing ass, he deep-throated his entire length, something the teen was still working on himself, and swallowed. The tightening of his lover’s throat around him sent Ash over the edge, and he screamed as he came down his throat. Only the older man’s forearms pressing down on the joints held his hips down against the bed as he came.

“Voi godere che, mio gattino?” he asked softly, rubbing gentle circles into his hips as he came down from his high.

“S-sí, P-Paparino,” the teen panted, trying to catch his breath.

“I’m glad to hear it,” Andy said, deciding to switch back to English. He could tell that he could barely think straight, and that using a language that wasn’t his native tongue might be a bit too hard for him right now.

“Th-thank you, D-Daddy,” his sweetheart said breathlessly, his chest still heaving.

“Mmm. You’re very welcome, gattino,” the older man answered.

A slight flush spread across his cheeks to join what was already there from his orgasm, and he knew he had something else on his mind.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asked, curious and concerned.

“C-can I s-stay…b-bound while we…m-make love?” Ash asked. Since his breathing was finally beginning to slow, he wasn’t sure if his stuttering was due to being slightly short of breath, or anxiety.

“Are you sure you want that?” He was surprised, considering that this was the first time he’d ever allowed him to bind him to their bed. “Being bound like this for extended periods of time can get uncomfortable after a while.”

“I’m sure, Daddy,” the teen answered, nodding vigorously. Apparently he liked being trussed up like a pig more than either of them had thought he would.

“If you’re sure…” Andy trailed off, sounding a bit uncertain.

“I am. It’s more fun than I would’ve thought,” he admitted, blushing even more. “I’m starting to see why you like it so much.”

With a slight growl, the older man crawled further up the bed so he could capture his lips in a sweet, yet passionate kiss. He gently ground their hips together, knowing it wouldn’t take much to make his arousal come to life again, even though he’d just gotten off, and hard. Before he knew it, his sweetheart was standing at attention again, so to speak, and ready for him to show him his love.

* * *

The weeks that followed were some of the best of the couples’ lives. Ash was so eager to try anything to do with BDSM now that he’d tried bondage that it almost made his lover’s head spin. Not only did he wear his collar everywhere he went, the dog tags usually tucked down in his shirt, but he wanted to be bound almost every time they made love now. The older man had no issues with that because he was glad that he trusted him so much, but he had to set a limit so he wouldn’t get hurt.

It didn’t take long for him to realize what he meant about being bound for extended periods could get uncomfortable, and almost unbearably so. After a week of being trussed up every time they made love, he had to beg Andy to be allowed to restrain him, saying that his shoulders and hips couldn’t take another round like that for a while. Having been restrained and abused in worse ways for far longer, the older man knew that he was sore, and that it would only get worse if he kept restraining him. Besides, he didn’t like seeing him in pain, so he was pretty agreeable, even without that explanation from him.

Before they knew it, the teen was even begging to be turned over his knee when he realized how much pleasure he got from being spanked, as well. He wouldn’t spank him any harder than he begged for, and always gave him plenty of aftercare, which included a soothing lotion to rub on his rear. There were almost always handprints on it, and to what degree depended on how rough of a spanking he got. The spankings weren’t on a daily basis, usually when he had pent-up feelings that needed to be let out through crying, or the occasional slap to enhance his pleasure during sex if they used a position that left his ass wide open to such a thing. Otherwise, the older man tried not to spank Ash too much.

“Ash?” The house was oddly quiet one afternoon right before second semester’s final exams when Andy got home from work, and he was concerned.

“In your room, Andy!” another voice answered. It wasn’t his sweetheart, but rather his submissive friend, Jinxx.

“Jinxx, what a surprise to see you here,” Andy said, walking into their room to see the young man wiping the collared teen’s forehead with a wet rag.

“I couldn’t leave him alone,” Jinxx told him. “He was too sick to even drive himself home.”

“Do you need me to take you home, or is Jake going to come get you?” he asked.

“He and CC followed me here when I brought Ash home,” the other teen answered. “I’m guessing they’re out on the back deck if they’re not in the living room.”

“I think you’re right.” The older man gingerly sat down on the edge of their bed. “How’re ya feeling, gattino?”

“Like shit,” Ash moaned miserably. He’d been sick to his stomach for the past two days, but had forced himself to go to school for as long as he could bear today.

“I think I need to take you to the doctor,” he said, gently brushing his hair back. “I know you’ve been sick for only two days, but this is ridiculous. You can’t even hold down water, and I know that’s not normal, so don’t even try to argue.”

“I wasn’t going to,” his sweetheart said, pouting. “I was actually—”

“Stand back,” Jinxx warned, taking a few steps back when he cut himself off.

With a distressed burp, the collared teen threw the covers off his legs and bolted into the bathroom, where he hit his knees in front of the toilet. Concerned about him to no end, Andy followed and knelt down beside him, holding his hair back for him while rubbing gentle, soothing circles into his back. The force of his heaving alone was enough to have him worried, and he decided right then and there that he was going to the doctor.

“Jinxx, can you go look up the number to Hillsborough Family Practice?” he asked over his shoulder.

“Yeah. I’ll be right back,” the other teen answered. The volume of his footsteps got softer as he left their room and went to get Andy’s laptop from the living room.

“It’s okay, mio gattino,” the older man murmured soothingly.

“I just wish this would stop already!” Ash sobbed softly, spitting into the toilet bowl once again. “My ribs hurt so bad!”

“I know, I know, baby,” Andy said, rubbing his back as he tried to calm him.

“Make it stop, Daddy,” his sweetheart begged miserably, now crying into his shirt. “Just make it stop!”

Unsure of how to help him at the moment, he merely rocked him back and forth for a few moments before picking him up and carrying him back to their bed. Jinxx returned moments later with the number to his doctor’s office, and he quickly called. Thankfully, they hadn’t closed for the day yet, and it was a matter of minutes before he’d scheduled an appointment for his sweetheart the next morning. He knew that he hated doctors with a passion, and rightfully so, considering how much time he’d had to spend around them because of his injuries during childhood, but he really needed to go.

After making the appointment, he told his friends he didn’t mind them spending the night since they were so concerned about him, so long as they called their parents for permission. To his way of thinking, that’d be three extra sets of hands to help tend to him, and CC could easily replace him in the cuddling department, if only for a few minutes, if he needed to use the bathroom or something. Still, Andy hated seeing his sweetheart so sick, and knew there likely wasn’t anything he could do but let the illness run its course.

Several hours later, the four of them were able to calm the poor teen’s stomach enough for him to fall asleep, the others having called their parents to ask if they could spend the night. While Jinxx and CC stuck around to do what they could to help, Jake ran to all of their houses for overnight bags. He even ran over to Wal-Mart for ginger ale and ginger snaps, something his mother’d suggested when he told her that his friend was sick. She said that it didn’t matter what stomach ailment they had, the ginger would help because it was an ancient Chinese remedy used to cure such things. That was the main reason that they’d been able to calm Ash’s stomach enough for him to sleep, though they doubted it would last.

The older man thanked them for their help that afternoon and evening, telling them to go to bed and get as much sleep as they could, that he’d call if he needed them. He helped them set up his sofa bed, where all three of them cuddled up, Jinxx sandwiched between his boyfriend and lover. With his guests and sweetheart settled, Andy returned to the master bedroom, where he collapsed into their bed and passed out from exhaustion.

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