Late Afternoon Nap

It’s late afternoon when I happily shut the door to my bedroom. Having escaped work early and rolled myself up the hill from my job, and having been up kind of late the night before, a nap seems in order. The door clacks behind me and I cannot quickly enough shed my clothes. My t-shirt is the first casualty, falling haphazardly in the middle of the floor. Keys, wallet, and phone tumble out of my pockets and quickly after that my jeans slide down my legs. Liberated from the confines of cotton, I’m left standing in a jock and my running socks – which seem to me a good combination for a nap.

I peel back the bedspread (too hot for that) and quickly slip under the covers. The coolness of the sheets is a delight against my legs and I turn over a few times just to enjoy the sensation. I quickly consider and drop the idea of reading from my new book, the last in a series of four fantasy novels… it will not take me long to wrap myself in sleep and let the afternoon drift its way into evening. The whirr of the ceiling fan accompanies me on the trip. It’s a sound I haven’t had the pleasure of before but am now accustomed to. It’s comforting and not only moves the air but moves my soul a bit in some small way.

As my mind starts to wander I try on a few sexy fantasies. Instead of stranded a continent away I imagine myself “nearer my Dom to thee.” It’s a Friday night, but instead of a drink with friends I imagine I am waiting for him to come home and find me in bed wearing only a yummy jock and ankle socks. Pleased to find me in such a fashion he’d climb into bed with me and spoon for a while, his strong arms wrapping around me, waking me up. I’d turn, offer a kiss to his lips and neck, and then return to my napping, happy to no longer be alone as I receive a few pecks on the back of my neck.

I’d wake up to the sounds of a drawer opening and closing and then the sudden feeling of the sheet being pulled back. The breeze from the fan would be increased and I’d groggily turn to see him approaching with my favorite muzzle, some rope, and a crown royal bag full of clothes pins. I stay where I am, knowing it’s better to let him tell me what to do than try to anticipate a move. I am lying on my tummy and, putting the rope and bag down, he climbs onto the bed and straddles my back. Very quickly my mouth is stuffed with gag, my eyes are covered with the fully-effective blindfold, and the muzzle is  firmly strapped into place. I chew on the gag and enjoy the fact that the best I’ll be able to do is whimpers and moans.

“Roll over onto your back” he says and I quickly comply. He is still fully clothed but quickly does away with my jock and socks. He roughly plays with my stiff cock and I offer my first moan through the gag. Though blindfolded I imagine that he he looks up and smiles – I know he enjoys me being gagged as much as I do. I feel him reaching tot he floor for something and then for first my left and then right wrists. Before I have any chance to offer resistance my arms are spread and each attached to opposite sides of the headboard. I pull on the rope to test it but know I’m not going anywhere – he is efficient and effective when it comes to rope. I pull on the ropes but am brought back to reality as he bites my nipples with an intensity which fully banishes the remaining cobwebs of the nap.

He again reaches for rope and starts working on my legs. He pulls my left leg up toward my chest and ties a rope so that my calf is pressed down toward my upper leg, then runs another from my knee to the headboard. He gives my right leg the same treatment, so my legs are bent, roughly above my chest, and pulled back and leaving my ass completely exposed. He gently plays with my cock and rubs my ass hole. I moan through the gag again, fully enjoying this pleasure and fully aware it may be the last I get for a while. I love being tied like this, feeling open, feeling vulnerable, knowing that rough treatment is coming and I really have no choice left in the matter.

The bed moves as he stands up, and I hear him pad across the room.  Without any undue ceremony or warning I feel a full swing of a paddle across my ass. As usual the first few swats smart but are enjoyable, but quickly move into the realm of mounting pain. After seven I start fighting the urge to pull away, even though I have no effective means of doing that. After twelve I actually start trying to pull away and am breathing heavily. At fifteen I start grunting through my gag. He takes that as some sort of sign. “I’m going to go to twenty-five before you get a break.” Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. I breathe through the pain as best I can, and finally we make it up to twenty five. He stops, puts down the paddle, and rubs my ass. “Good boy” he says and I try to smile through my gag, although I really can’t and of course he can’t see it.

The rubbing on my ass stops and then I feel kisses, quickly turning into bites, making their way up my chest. He spits on my chest and rubs it in to my pecs and then my nipples, which he grabs firmly and makes me yelp again. With one hand he continues to work over my nipples while the other starts playing with my asshole again, this time more firmly and more deeply than before. I move to try to slide more of his finger in me but he pulls it out before I can. “Not so fast” he says and then gives my nipples each a hard twist. The bed moves and I assume he stands up, and I hear the beside drawer open. The familiar sounds of a condom being unwrapped and the lube cap opening give me fair warning as to what comes next. All of a sudden I smell lube and, before I know what’s happening the blindfold is removed from the muzzle.

He’s standing there, still fully clothed, but with his hard cock out, covered with a condom, and ready to go. There’s a smile on his face. He leans down and nibbles on my neck, then nibbles on my ear. He moves away, climbs on the bed, and puts some lube on my asshole. He plays with my cock, lubing it up and bringing it back to full attention after the onslaught of the paddle. I stare down at him past my chest with his spit on it, chew on the gag, and catch his eyes for a second. There is a perfect moment when our eyes meet and a connection is made. He smiles. I swoon a bit. I hope my eyes, which he can now see, give away to him the perfection I feel in this moment.

Then, without warning, all of a sudden his cock is most of the way up my ass, and I struggle with it. I was not ready for the sudden onslaught, and the pain is intense. My breathing increases, I groan through the gag, and I try as best I can to escape the sudden and seemingly violent intrusion. I love getting fucked when there is time and preparation, when I can enjoy the feeling, when I can welcome it as part of me. There are few things I struggle with more than a sudden, zero-to-sixty intrusion into my ass. He knows this too.

I do my best to breathe through the pain and stay in one place. As I grunt through my gag I try to watch him, to see if he’s enjoying himself as much as I hope he is. He watches me for a few seconds and then it is clear he is starting to enjoy the rush of power and sex. He closes his eyes. The thrusting rhythm of his cock becomes regular as he goes into the Top Zone. I feel his cock twitching inside of me as I try my best to give while he takes.

Slowly, after a few minutes, my muscles start to relax. It hurts less, then it feels okay, and then it starts to feel really, really good. He is breathing heavily and so am I. Sweat is starting to gather inside the muzzle and on my chest, and under his clothes I imagine he’s doing the same. He picks up my cock and starts playing with it, which feels amazing. He leans down toward me and bites my nipples. Again he spits on my chest and then uses his tongue to spread it around, while the rhythm and intensity of the fucking increases. He nibbles my neck, I moan. More biting on my nipples. More rubbing my cock. I try my best to enjoy it, but now if I don’t say something I’m going to cum soon. I try to say “I’m going to cum Sir” through the gag, but it is muffled and I’m sure he has no idea what I’m saying. But he takes his hand away from my cock, so the message got through.

All of a sudden he pulls out. I go from the deep pleasure of him inside me to feeling so very empty. It aches almost as much as the pain when he first thrust inside me. He stands up and stands over me so his cock is over my chest. I want him to still be in me, but I want to feel him cum on my chest. The condom falls to the floor and I watch as he very quickly climaxes and shoots his wad all across my chest. He stands there, panting. I look up at him, still tied, still hard, and now covered with his cum. He eventually looks down and smiles at me and plays with my nipples a bit, rubbing the cum into my skin. He goes away, comes back with a towel, and cleans up his hands and my chest as best he can. He plays with my cock. I relish the attention.

The ropes start to come off in reverse order. My legs are let down and stretching them out feels great. He plays some more with my cock while my arms are tied to the head of the bed. Next he leans over me and unties the rope from my wrists. I pull my arms down and enjoy the freedom, although I am still muzzled and he straddles me so I am not going anywhere. He looks down, smiles at me, and pulls at my nipples again, I moan. The gag on the muzzle is held on by a strap on the front. He un-does the strap, removes the gag, but quickly replaces it with a leather cover so, while not gagged anymore, I am still fully muzzled. He looks around and next thing I know the jock strap slides back up my legs and conceals my cock. I whimper. He looks at me and smiles.

“We’ve got all weekend… I hope you didn’t expect I was going to get you off this early.” This, of course, only makes me more hard. I nod. He climbs off me and slides into bed next to me, resuming the spoon of the pre-sex nap. I love the feeling of his clothes against my bare skin. We lay there for a while and I get used to the feeling of the muzzle on my face as he plays with my hair. I hear his breathing slow and I allow my mind to start to wander…

And suddenly I wake up from my nap, back in my bed on the other side of the country. Damn. My phone buzzes on the floor, I imagine with a txt announcing plans for the evening. That must have been what woke me from the dream in the first place.

I smile. Not a bad way to spend a Friday afternoon.