When Michael Donovan treats his boyfriend, Jack, to his first viewing of The Nutcracker, what begins as a relaxing afternoon at the theatre ends up as a passionate exchange back at Michael’s apartment involving some early Christmas gifts and an unexpected proposal.
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Excerpt - Holiday Matinée
Fifteen minutes later, I lay naked on Michael’s huge bed, my wrists shackled to the headboard, my ass in the air, my cock hard as granite. I even had a blindfold on. I’d asked him to gag me but he refused. He wanted me to talk to him.
“Jack, you look delicious.”
“Awesome. You gonna eat me?” I waggled my ass at him.
He chuckled. “No.”
“No?” The question came out a bit whiny. I wanted his mouth on me and I wanted it now. But I was in no position to make any demands.
He didn’t say anything. I felt the mattress shift to my side. I could sense his nearness. The familiar scent of him made me dizzy. I felt his warm breath on my skin. Goosebumps. My cock throbbed.
His lips pressed gently to my forehead, then to my ear.
“I want to give you an early Christmas gift.”
I panted, organizing my thoughts. “You got me something already?”
He kissed my shoulder. “Two things, actually. And they’re for both of us.”
“Okay,” I said, very excited, like a kid at Christmas. Oh, wait. It is Christmas. And I’m pretty much a kid most of the time.
Michael got up and moved away. I heard him open a drawer. I knew it was his ‘toy’ drawer. I couldn’t help the little moan that escaped me. Michael had a small collection of sex toys that seemed to get a little bigger every week. He had some things in that drawer that initially scared the crap out of me, until I tried them. Now, I’m a convert.
“What did you get?” I said, my voice pitched high with anticipation.
“Shhh. Quiet now,” he said, very softly.
Suddenly, I felt the strands of some soft material gliding along the skin of my back. The breath whooshed out of me. I knew what it was.
“Flogger?” I asked breathlessly.
The strands slid over my buttocks and down my thighs. It felt so good.
“Rubber,” Michael said, and suddenly the softness was gone. A sharp stinging strike glanced off my left buttock.
“Oh,” I said.
“Do you like it?”
What do you think? Does he like it? You'll have to read the story to find out...