Clack. Clack. Clack.
The sound of the high heels tapping on the wooden floor echoed and bounced off the walls as Cesar made his way across the room. That sound was exactly what he was hoping for, hoping Mark would catch on from the sound of each step as he drew nearer. One foot after the other, steadily slower, until he stopped in front of the blindfolded boy who was down on his knees bound to the wall by the loose chain around his neck, his wrists tied together behind his back. Save for the cage around his cock, he was completely naked. But of course, Cesar wasn’t going to make him kneel on the hard floor like that. That would be too mean. He gave his precious Mark a comfortable plush blanket to kneel on to keep him comfortable. Discipline was important, but Cesar prided himself on being a reasonable and kind handler. There would be punishment only when absolutely necessary.
Mark’s head was raised and alert and eagerly facing in the direction of the sound. He swallowed hard a few times. He breathed heavily. His chest rose and fell slowly, deliberately, like he had to actively think about breathing.
Poor boy, Cesar thought. This is working too well. It’s almost cruel.
The only clue Mark had as to what was waiting for him behind the blindfold was the sound of the heels. Besides that, Cesar wore a tight leathery black bodysuit that accentuated his legs. It snugly cupped his obvious bulge in the front, and the back featured an open “ass-window” that exposed the underwear he was wearing, if they could even be called that. Underwear. Hilarious concept. As if it looked like he was wearing anything. It was hardly even a thong, leaving nothing to the imagination. A few times he questioned why he should even bother with it riding up his crack when the same amount of ass would be visible with or without it, but he shrugged and reminded himself that the sweet little deviant he was in charge of had a thing for fucking him with it on. Mark deserved a treat once in a while.
All that was missing were the fishnets he couldn’t get his hands on yet… but oh well. A short pair of stockings would work. But was Mark ready for this? Cesar worried that the bashful little cutie might croak on the spot. Instant heart attack. Dead. Because Cesar had to admit: he looked damn good, and wasn’t ashamed to admit it to himself. That corset, as much as it was a nightmare to put on, was doing some serious work.
Cesar extended the leather crop he held. He used it to gently lift Mark’s head from under his chin.
“Such a good boy. Waiting so patiently all day, just like I asked.”
Mark tilted his head up at him with his mouth slightly agape, panting quietly. Cesar stepped down on the cage with the toe of his shoe. Mark closed his mouth and let out a high-pitched whine.
“Oh, I know baby, I know. You want daddy to ride you real good, don’t you?”
He nodded. Cesar scoffed and pressed down harder on the cage. A moan tore out of Mark’s throat.
“With words, Mark.”
“Yes, sir. Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please sit on my dick. I want to fuck you.”
“That’s better.” He pulled his foot away. “You shouldn’t be disobedient to me when I’m holding the key to your freedom.” Keeping the threat of the crop present under his chin, Cesar stepped in closer. He unlatched the chain from the wall and wrapped it around his wrist. He tugged it towards himself, yanking Mark forward, until his bulge bumped against his willing victim’s face. Mark flinched slightly at first, but at once he acknowledged what it must have been in front of his face and leaned forward to cautiously place a kiss at the peak of the bulge.
“That’s it. You know what you want to do. And you have my permission to do it.”
Mark suckled gently, tracing the outline of Cesar’s cock with his lips. Cesar watched the scene play out below him, lips kissing and tongue licking him through the leather, a thick sheen of drool forming on the surface. Cesar couldn’t feel a thing, not physically, but watching Mark do this had his stomach doing backflips. Nobody would ever guess Mark would be the one doing the penetrating, even if it was on Cesar’s terms.
Mark pulled away with a gasping breath, his body shuddering with excitement. “Please let me see you.”
“Soon, baby. Soon. I know your love for leather, you little pervert. Act right and I’ll give you what you want.” As if it was on cue, Mark whimpered loudly, sucking and licking with anxious haste. Poor thing sounded like he was about to have a mental breakdown. Very persuasive, Cesar decided.
“Alright, alright. Can’t argue with that. Stop that, c’mere you,” he said, reattaching the chain to the wall and freeing Mark of the blindfold.
Mark’s eyes shot open wide, scanning up and down Cesar’s body—from the heels, to the stockings, to the leather bodysuit, and to the hand that held the crop that never left his chin, a looming warning that punishment was close at hand if he dared to step out of line.
“Ho-ly shit.” Mark kept his eyes steady as Cesar sneered down at him, his dutiful master’s gaze motioning toward the crop to tell him to choose his next move wisely. “Fuck. Fuck. That should be illegal,” he complained, while his legs fidgeted in anticipation, and in a poorly-veiled request for Cesar to uncage him.
“Have anything else to say for yourself?”
Mark cracked the tiniest of smirks. “When did you learn to walk in heels without breaking your ankles?”
“Tch.”
Somebody’s getting a little too big for his britches.
The crop was taken from under Mark’s chin. His head slumped. Cesar snagged the key off the counter and tucked it under his bodysuit and between his pecs.
“For a crack like that, I might just make you wait a little longer.”