Date: Wed, 1 Feb 2017 08:51:19 -0800
From: Gingham Shade <ginghamshade@gmail.com>
Subject: Fuck me I love you chapter 9

Chapter 9: The Fox and the Hound

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"And this--I have no idea what to do with this..."

Dr. Rezen flipped open the stack of papers to Anderson's horror. There,
sitting in the middle of the stack was a printed photo. In it was Anderson,
naked and blindfolded, tied up in intricate knots. His body was suspended
in air, as the tangled ropes unraveled themselves into a swing, suspending
the naked stud with legs spread wide. As a piece of art, it was stunning.
It would have been passable as some sort of artistic nude photo if it
wasn't for the clear penetration of the boy by a muscular body,
unidentifiable in the picture. Anderson's face was in complete ecstasy.

His face at the table was completely mortified.

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Anderson felt stupid as Bradley finished tying the knots on his body. The
intricate rope wove over his chest and shoulders, all the way down through
his crotch. Another smaller set of ropes wrapped from a hook on the ceiling
down his back and legs.

They were back in the photo studio after Bradley had convinced him to do
another photo shoot.

"I don't see why all this is necessary" Anderson complained.

Bradley had talked him into being photographed during sex, but he thought
they were just going to fuck. This was completely bewildering.

"I don't want you to pass out on me again, so we have to do some training."

Bradley had teased Anderson endlessly for falling asleep after his first
fuck.

"I never had anyone pass out from my cock before."

Anderson's memory was fuzzy, if completely pleasurable. Every time they had
sex, there was a point where his awareness became completely absorbed by
Bradley's cock. Just thinking about it made him hard, and he readily agreed
to Bradley's suggestion.

And so they had entered the studio, with Bradley pulling out some long hemp
rope which he began to wrap around Anderson's naked body. The experience
was new, and Anderson wasn't sure how to make of it. The knots cascades
over his pecs and abs beautifully, but it was also excessive. Anderson just
wanted to get fucked.

"If you don't hurry up I might just climb on top of you again and fuck
myself that way," Anderson grumbled.

Bradley pinched his nipple and he bit his lip in pleasure.

"Quiet bitch or you won't get my cock."

The man made a strong argument, and Anderson resigned himself to this
process. The ropes were comfortable and oiled so as not to chafe against
Anderson's skin. Even though his hands were tied, he felt comfortable and
relaxed. It helped that Bradley's presence completely mesmerized him.

"There. All finished."

Anderson blinked and looked at the colorful knots pulled taut against his
skin. Now that the work was finished he had to confess it looked beautiful.

Bradley stepped back and typed a few keys on his computer. The room had
been set up with a few cameras at different angles. One was above looking
down on Anderson, another was to the side. They began to click and flash in
sequence, catching his strung up body on film.

"This will help you focus," Bradley said, wrapping a blindfold around
Anderson's eyes. Anderson felt a surge of anxiety as he reconsidered his
decision to let Bradley shoot their sex.

"You're not going to post this anywhere are you?"

"No worries baby, these pictures are just for you and me."

With that, he suddenly felt Bradley pick up his legs so that his body fell
backward. The ropes behind his back cradled him as they formed a swing
beneath him. The hook above anchored him in midair, as Bradley pulled the
two remaining rope ends tied at his feet and hooked them up to the
ceiling. He couldn't see himself, but his body posture informed him that he
was horizontal, with his legs splayed out, ready to receive cock.

"You look gorgeous, baby."

Bradley stepped forward and pressed his hard cock up against Anderson's
ass, leaning forward into the airborne fuck and kissing his lips. The
blindfold intensified Anderson's feelings of being kissed. It also
magnified the sensation of Bradley's cock resting against his hole.

The soft clicks and flashes melted into the background as Bradley slowly
kissed down his body to his hard cock pointed straight up towards his
face. Bradley licked the tied up shaft and softly tugged on his balls, as
Anderson's writhing body spread him wider before his penetrator. It was at
this moment that Anderson realized he couldn't move at all in the
rope-crafted swing.

None of this mattered because Bradley forced his tongue up Anderson's ass
in a forceful penetration, shoving the air out of his lungs.

"Uooooooohhhhhhhhh"

"Oh baby, I'm so happy you get to see how beautiful you look on my cock."

His tongue fucked the willing asshole in long deep strokes. Anderson
twisted and fought against the knots. As he shifted, some of the ropes
caressed his nipples, others stretched his cock and balls.

"Fuoooooockkkkkkkkkkkk Meeeeeeee"

His head swung side to side and spit dripped down the side of his face.

Bradley's expert tongue reduced the boy into a pile of slutty need, when
Anderson felt him step away. The silence and space were deafening, with
only the soft clicks of the cameras to remind him he was still in training.

Suddenly he felt something cold and massive press into his ass. He gasped,
feeling his anal ring give way to Bradley's familiar manhood. Bradley sunk
his thick club deep into Anderson's well-fucked ass in a single slow
thrust. He watched helpless, innocent Anderson, whose mouth gaped wide at
the mere sensation of his cock. Watching the blindfolded face gasp made his
cock swell even larger.

Bradley deeply enjoyed looking into Anderson's eyes as he fucked him, but
it was a relief to not feel Anderson's eyes on him today. There was an
intensity behind the gaze that Bradley wasn't used to. Not only desire, but
vulnerability as well. Bradley scraped his mind to avoid using the word
"love", but deep down he knew that when he was fucking Anderson, more than
pleasure was being exchanged.

The photo shoot had been his idea, after one fuck when Anderson complained
about doggy style.

"I love it but I don't get to see you."

Bradley was uncomfortable hearing those words. Most bottoms got addicted to
cock and went on a world tour, but Anderson couldn't get enough of
Bradley. And something about Anderson made Bradley insatiable as
well. Today he needed to set some boundaries.

Anderson was squirming, trying desperately to wiggle in the bonds enough
that he could fuck himself on Bradley's cock. The limited range of motion
was infuriating and Bradley knew it. The boy was completely at the mercy of
his cock and he was going to break him even more today.

He slid his cock out and listened for that familiar gasp from Anderson
before pushing his heat back. The gentle sawing created a rhythm in the
swing, slow and steady, in maddening pace. Anderson began to whimper.

"Oh please-- ohhhhh."

His cock had zeroed in on the prostate with ease, but Bradley was hungry
for something different. He swiveled his hips a bit and let his cock nudge
and tease the nut without direct impact. Its effect was to increase
Anderson's desperation.

"Anderson we need to talk."

Anderson's head was swaying loosely back and forth, with little ability to
think. He heard Bradley but couldn't comprehend the words.

"Aggghhhhhhhhh"

"Anderson, I think it's time we got to know each other a little better. You
see, I'm a wolf, and you're just a bitch to me."

He kept up the slowly painful pace to keep Anderson subdued."

"Do you like being my bitch?"

Anderson whimpered and nodded.

"I know you do, I can tell by the way your ass needs my cock."

The ass had completely loosened up by now and Bradley increased his rhythm
just a twitch.

"But I'm worried you're getting too attached to me. You see, I'm not
interested in anything more than a fuck slave. And I know that's what you
like being too."

Anderson nodded, completely comfortable with the words now. His mind was
held in a trance by the slow sawing of cock on prostate.

"I feel like you're too young to know what you want, and I don't want to
get you tied up with me when there are other guys you might like fucking
too."

He could see the tension forming in Anderson's face, a tension he wiped
away by surgically fucking his ass.

"So, I'm going to let you go. I know you never wanted to be a bottom bitch
in the first place. You just let me make you one because you liked me. But
if we get any closer without you understanding what I am, you're going to
get hurt."

Anderson's cock was straining for release by now.

"I'm a total top wolf. I'm a free one at that. I could never commit myself
to one guy for the rest of my life. But if you want to be my bitch, I'm
willing to own you. I'll kiss you, fuck you, cum inside of you, but that
means you can't be with anybody but me. The only thing I can promise you is
that you would never leave unsatisfied. I'll fuck your brains out every
time."

He looked down at Anderson. The boy's heart was obviously breaking, but you
couldn't tell from the moans in pleasure that came out of his body.

"So today I'm going to set you free, so you can think about what you want.
This is the last time I'm going to fuck you until you make up your mind. If
you're ok just being my cock slut, you know where to find me. If you don't
come back, I'll be fine too. Tell me you understand."

His fuck was a relentless monster to the tied up stud. And he was glad to
avoid seeing the hurt in Anderson's eyes. He liked the kid, he really
did. But this was the only honest way for them to be together.

Anderson nodded, dazed by the pleasure and need he felt in his ass;
heartbroken to be told he meant nothing to Bradley.

Bradley knew that he had to help both of them finish. The conversation
dragged at both of their spirits and he felt incredibly guilty. Picking up
the pace, he decided today he couldn't focus on pleasuring Anderson, he
needed to cum and move on. Today he needed to focus on his needs. He pushed
aside any guilt he had for Anderson and rooted through the needy ass.

Even though his pace was selfish, Anderson was wrapped up in pleasure from
the fuck too. As Bradley pile drove his cock deep into Anderson's ass, he
was passingly aware that Anderson's cock was swelling between their bodies.
The rope held his cock tight against his stomach, but the turgid cock was
throbbing and swelling against the fuck Bradley was administering.

Bradley came, in jagged broken breaths as he fucked Anderson like a thing.
The cum poured out of his cock and trapped itself inside of the condom like
Bradley's bottled feelings. He vaguely detected Anderson's own load
compressing out onto his abs and chest. He closed his eyes and focused,
reminding himself that Anderson was going to be gone soon.

They finished with bodies pressed against each other and separated by the
knots Bradley had tied. Silently he let Anderson down: unraveling the rope
from his body in methodical, emotionless circles. He kept the blindfold on
till the very last so that he didn't have to face the man he had
destroyed. It was then that he saw how red Anderson's eyes were from
crying. The blindfold had soaked through with tears, and Bradley felt the
pain and water weighing down his hand.

They looked at each other, and Bradley wrapped his arms around Anderson to
pull him close. There were words he wanted to say but chose not to. Taking
Anderson's hand, they walked silently to the bedroom and fell asleep in
each other's arms.

In the morning Anderson woke up with a large Manila envelope next to him.
Inside was selected shots from their sex scene the night before. Bradley
had carefully selected shots of Anderson in pure ecstasy.

"For you," It read.

The house was empty except for the sound of Bradley grunting in his home
gym. They both knew better than to say goodbye, and Anderson gathered his
things before quietly slipping out the door.

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To Be Continued...