Lucky Night: Part 4 (Patreon)

“Ben?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry I scared you.”  He continues to trace my lips with a fingertip.  It tickled and felt nice.  “I don’t want you to be scared of me.  I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“Don’t be afraid.”

I take a breath and let it out.  “I’m not.  Just…don’t talk like that again.”

Leaning in he kisses me with those tender perfect pink lips.  As he pulls back I move with him to try to keep the kiss going but he pushes me back down into the sofa.  With a playful grin her reaches into the small bit of cleavage the dress had, his lingering hand drawing attention to his smooth creamy skin, before producing, as if by magic, a 1/2 inch wide black plastic zip tie.  It was an odd thing to be carrying and an even odder place to keep it but the moment it comes into sight my breath catches in my chest.

“Oh!”

“Do you remember?”

I nod.  “Yes!  Of course!”

Sacha kisses me again then whispers.  “Good.”  

He then pulls away and gets off of me.  Standing up he walks away from me though his eyes never leave me.  Spellbound I rise to my feet and follow him like some lost puppy.  “Sacha.”  I call after him.  “Sacha, wait for me.”

He sways his shapely little hips, his skirt swooshing across his nice legs, as he playfully waves the tie through the air like a magic wand.  God he was so sexy!  Honestly, if I didn’t know that was him, I would have been intimidated by someone so pretty.  When I catch up with him he spin and leans back against the wall of the hallway.  I come in close and loom over him without actually touching him.  He bats his emerald eyes up at me in a most alluring way.  Sweet, sexy, confident, and totally in control.  Big as I was as compared to his petite feminine figure we both knew who held the power here.

With the tip of the tie he traces down my neck and between my pecs.  He giggles that wonderful lilting giggle of his.  “Sacha says, take off your shirt.”

I peel my shirt off and throw it with force into the corner and await my next order.  If I was good, if I did everything he wanted me to do, he would tie me up.  I liked it when he tied me up.  My obedience make my buddy so happy.  That strange hysteria that gripped him just moments ago was completely gone now.  The tapered plastic tip skitters across my flesh, sliding through the hair of my chest and stomach and sending tingles up my body.  He kisses me again and then again.  Tucking the end of the zip tie into the waist of my pants and underwear he presses it down deep, until I feel the stiff plastic against my hard cock.  Leaving it there he pushes his soft hands back up my body.  Planting my hands on the wall above him I hover over him as he gropes and feels my torso.

“You are even more handsome than I remember.”

I smile.  “Thank you.”

“Your body is so hot.  So strong!”  He says as he teases my nips with his thumbs.  “I want you Ben.”

“I’m yours!”  I shudder as the fires of my lust rage through me.  “Take me…please.”

“Sacha says, touch me.”

My hands slide down the wall then, very lightly, down onto his shoulders.  I feel the smooth fabric of his dress and play with the puffy frills at the shoulders.  Sacha watches me closely as I feel the cloth between my fingers.  “So pretty.”  I whisper.  

“Don’t stop.”

My hand slide across his chest to pet his breasts…I mean pecs…I mean….they were so nice.  I rub them through the snug fabric of his maid’s uniform, staring at his chest mesmerized.  He doesn’t rush me, just letting me feel him.  I touch his slender neck.  I feel the swooping shape of his sides and his hips.  I even reach up to brush his cheeks with my fingers.  I had fapped to nearly every pretty girl in porn and Sacha left them all in his dust.  “So beautiful.”  His bashful smile makes my heart happy.  Gripping ever so tenderly my hands glide down his arms until they reach skin.  There I pause just to feel the softness and warmth of his flesh in my calloused palm.

“You are so gentle with me.”  He kisses my cheek.  “My gentle giant.”  He kisses my lips and says very softly.  “My best friend.”

He knew me so well.  Despite my rugged build and great size and power I couldn’t hurt a fly.  I was always like that.  Violence simply wasn’t in my nature.  He liked that about me and even nurtured it.  Strange as it was, growing up it was my little buddy Sacha who would stand up for me or fight for me against the bullies.  I’d back him up of course when things got rough, though more often I would actually have to pull him off of them!  He might look like a chick right now but I knew the dude could fight like a wild tiger.  I always thought that was so sexy.

I continue on down until my big hands eclipse his.  I hold them firmly and rummage my nose into his lovely feathery ash gray hair.  I take in a breath and smell him.  His hands continue to feel my muscles.

Stepping away from the wall and into me even closer, so that he is engulfed by my hunched hulking physique, he says.  “Sacha says, put your arms around me.”

I do that, slipping my hands around his waist and holding him in a loose embrace.  Nuzzling into my neck he nibbles it while at the same time pulling the zip tie back out from where he’d tucked it.  He then spins around within his human cocoon and presses back into me, his tight butt mashing against my manhood.   I rub my stubbly cheek against his soft hair and savor this close contact.  How many times had I dreamed of this?  He takes my hand and brings them so that my inner wrists touched each other.  “You remember the rules?”

“Don’t struggle too hard.”  I whisper back into his ear.  “Don’t let it tighten more.”

“That’s right.  We have to be careful with these.”  He wraps the tie in a loop around my wrists and begins to feed the tip through the head.  With a ziiiiiip he tightens the hoop and secures my wrists together, snug but not tight.  Putting his hands over mine he hugs them tight to his body…and begins to writhe against me.  “Mmmmm.”

“Ohhhhhh.”  I sigh in the twin bliss of feeling his lithe body rub against mine and the arousal I got from being bound.

He tilts his head up and back to kiss me.  “Did those women do this for you Ben?”

“No.”

His fingers feel along the thick plastic strip along my wrists.  “Didn’t they know this is what you like?”

“No.”

“No.”  He echoes.  “They don’t know you like I do.”

“Nobody knows me like you do Sacha.”

“Can you get away?”

Trying to pull my wrists apart I find they go nowhere.  Twisting my arms a bit I find the tie just tight enough that my meaty fists had no hope of slipping free.  I grin and kiss Sacha’s neck.  “I’m stuck.”

“Gooooood.”  He croons.  “I got you Ben.”

“Yes!”  I say.  “You got me good.  You could…do anything to me.”  My cock surges at the thought.

“I could, couldn’t I?”  He chuckles as he feels my boner push into him.

“Sacha…those women…they didn’t mean anything.”

“Shhhh.”

“It was you that I…”

“Shhh.”  Reaching up he pets my hair and runs his hand down along my temple.  “It’s okay Ben.”  He then threads his hands down through my arms and reaches in under he dress.  Bending forward, his ass grinding into my groin, he pulls one leg up and then the other before standing straight again.  Looking down over his shoulder I see in his hands the silky white panties I had glimpsed earlier.  At his crotch his free erection now tented the front of his dress.  “I have something those women could never give you.”  He flexes his cock a few times causing his dress to bounce.  “Something that I know you want.”

“Ohhh Sacha!”

He presses his panties into my face and senses are flooded with his musky aroma.  When I met him he had been sweating and being so late in the day he may have been wearing these undies for hours.  Greedily I suck in three deep breaths of his pungent scent before he tosses the panties back over our shoulders.  My body flexes with pent up lust.  Unconsciously my hips push in to thrust against him.  He giggles and wriggles against me.  Ohhhhh did he feel GOOD!  We were always so careful not to touch too much back when we were awkward virgins.  But these were the new times and the old rules were gone.  We’d just gotten started and it was already so much better than I even dreamed of.

First he pushes my bound hands down as low as they would go and then lifts the hem of his skirt to reveal his long pale dick.  I gaze down on it longingly as it hovered between my outstretched fingers.  His hands cup mine and force them down to enclose around his elegant member.

“Mmmm.”  I coo happily as I feel him flex stiff inside of my grip.

Holding my hands with his he begins to rock his hips and thrust his shaft through my hands.  It was the first time I’d touched another man like this.  It was new and exciting.  Familiar yet entirely novel.  His dick was longer than mine, though not as thick, and the skin so silky smooth that I could hardly believe it.  His curly white-blonde pubes were trimmed really short and felt like down feathers as they ticked the blade of my hands, a world away from my dark bushy mass.  His pecker was circumcised, unlike my own stout hooded manhood, with a really pretty sort of acorn shape to the knob, so different from my own fat mushroom tip.  I keep my grip very light worried that my rough hands might hurt him.  Sacha didn’t seem to mind though.

Once he sets a rhythm my best friend lets go to allow me to hold him by my own will.  Seeing his long femboy cock slide through my thick hands was pure fire to my libido.  He reaches up over his head to embrace mine and arches his svelte willowy body.

“Mmmmm.”  He moans as his hips stop thrusting but continue grinding back against me.  I pick up stroking him at the same rate, barely missing a beat.  “Those bitches didn’t have this, did they Ben?”

“Please.”  I whisper.  “Stop talking about them.  I’m sorry.  I would have waited for you.”

“It’s okay.”  He sighs.  “Mmmmm.”  He leans his weight back into me as I masturbate him with a careful adoring touch.  “Ohhh Ben!  This feels so nice.”

“I’ll do anything for you Sacha.”

He rubs his supple cheek against mine then flicks my ear with his tongue before whispering.  “Anything?”