Raising the Limit-Book 1 - 6. Chapter 6

David slammed his head back on the pillow in total frustration. Damn TC, damn their agreement. He looked down at his cock, still slick with clear precome, now getting sticky. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to stop the throbbing that was refusing to abate down in his nether regions. It took a few minutes, but alas, his dick finally started to wilt. He should’ve known TC was going to leave him hanging. David knew exactly what he was doing each and every time he poked TC’s Dom. Now that the lion was awake, he knew that he would be in for some more punishment come Friday night. As much as the thought was distressing, it also intrigued him. He had always been on the giving end of these types of activities and he had to admit that his curiosity just got stoked more and more with every new thing TC did with him.

Even though he had just taken a shower, their little extracurricular activity had left him sticky and sweaty, so he went back into the bathroom and got back under the water to rinse off. He finally settled into bed and managed to drift off. He woke up several times that night. Hard. Every single time.

Thursday seemed to drag by. At one point TC sent him a picture of the wide open expanse of water, not so subtly letting him know he was on his way back. To make matters worse he had to deal with crap going on at work. Greg was up in Detroit and was having a hard time with the foreman of the crew that was stripping the building. Greg felt that they weren’t doing a thorough job and the foreman was an older guy who was unwilling to listen to someone so much younger.

David ended up calling the owner of the contracting company and telling him he’d better have a talk with his foreman to straighten his ass out. Greg was project manager, he had the knowledge and enough experience. He didn’t need some Boomer trying to put his Millennial ass in its place. David hated that kind of shit.

David was still at work trying to catch up on several things when TC called. He knew that there was no way he was going to get home in time to do anything tonight so TC made him promise to come to his place tomorrow when he was through. Looking at his calendar schedule for the following day he knew he would be cutting it close, but if he didn’t run into any snags he should be able to leave by six at the latest. TC’s condo was only a few minutes away. He told TC that he would text him when he was leaving.

Friday afternoon rolled around and David was amazed that it had been a pretty smooth day, compared to the rest of the week. He was actually able to finish everything that had to be done and made sure his administrative assistant, Danielle, had his schedule straightened out for the following week. There had been several changes and he had issues in the past with his prior A.A. Danielle had been with him for just over seven months and so far she had proven to be efficient and proactive. Plus she could put up with him and his team’s warped sense of humor. She often anticipated what he needed to get the job done and she was ten times more organized that he could ever be. She had told him that she had grown up in a large extended family. Her parents only had two biological children, but growing up they had been foster parents, the kind that every foster kid dreamed of having. Because of that there were usually a few extra kids in the house at any given time. Her mom had created several chore lists and assignment boards that made sure everything that needed to be done, got done. Danielle was a master of list creating. One of these days he fully expected to discover that she had put a large check mark in sharpie on his forehead after he finished a project.

He was ready to go by five-thirty and making sure his computer was shut down and the lights were off, he locked the door to his office and said good-bye to the receptionist in the lobby. TC’s building was only a few blocks away so David left his car in the employee lot at his building and walked over. The early March evening was cool and there was a nice breeze coming off of the bay. David reached the lobby of TC’s building and stopped at the security desk. He showed his ID and they contacted TC to make sure he was authorized to enter. Upon TC’s approval the guard instructed David to head over to the elevators and he would take care of the rest.

Once David entered the elevator he saw that the panel had a sensor pad that the residents used to activate the controls. Without it you could push the buttons all you wanted, but you wouldn’t go anywhere. The doors would be shut and you would have to wait for security to release you. The security guard could control the elevator through his computer so after the doors shut David felt the car start to move. He exited on the fifteenth floor and knocked on the door to TC’s unit.

TC opened the door and David’s jaw dropped. He was wearing just a pair of form fitting, black boxer briefs. His package was displayed beautifully. TC grabbed him by his belt loops and pulled him into the condo. David found himself engulfed by TC’s arms and then their lips were fused together in a heated kiss. TC’s bulge in his briefs twitched against David’s lower abdomen, causing his own cock to jump up and pay attention.

TC pulled away first and asked “Are you hungry? I ordered Thai, all I need to do is heat it up a little.”

Dazed, it took David a minute and then he smiled. He loved Thai food so he answered, “Yeah, I can eat.”

TC scooped the food out onto a couple of plates. He had gotten a variety of dishes so he decided to just pile it on the plates and share. TC opened a bottle of Chardonnay, one of David’s favorites, and they caught each other up with what had happened during the week as they ate.

David told TC he was little jealous that he got to spend some of his work days out on the open sea. It had been a while since he had been boating and he missed it.

TC saw the look of longing on his face and said “We’ll have to take my cabin cruiser out one of these weekends when the water warms up a bit, but before the summer humidity kicks in. I’ve only had a chance to take her out a couple of times. I think she needs to be christened properly, what do you think?”

David swallowed the bite of seasoned vegetables that he had just chewed up and shot TC a wry little smirk before answering, “I’m always up for a ride on the open seas.”

TC just laughed.

David kept waiting for the shoe to drop and it wasn’t until after they finished eating that TC finally dropped into Dom mode.

TC pushed his chair back from the table and came to stand behind David’s chair. He threaded his fingers through the short strands of hair from the nape of his neck to his crown. David felt his head tilted to the side as TC bent down to gently suck on the exposed skin. The very sensitive exposed skin. Goosebumps broke out along his arms. TC nipped sharply at the juncture of David’s neck and shoulder, sending a jolt directly to his cock.

TC stood up and ordered. “Go take a shower and meet me in my room. Make sure you’re groomed properly.”

David had manscaped everything that morning in anticipation of this evening’s adventures so he quickly stepped under the hot spray and washed himself thoroughly, paying extra attention to his groin and ass. He rinsed off, shut off the water and grabbed a towel before stepping out onto the bath mat. He dried himself off and hung the towel over the shower stall. Naked, he made his way to TC’s bedroom. TC was naked as well, his lean muscles highlighted in the soft glow of the single lamp that he had left on next to his bed. The king bed was turned down and there was a big beach towel spread out across the middle.

“On your back, lay down on the towel.” TC instructed.

“Yes, Sir.” David replied as he obeyed.

Once David was situated, TC opened one side of his closet and took out a few items. He took David’s hands and with a length of soft cloth he expertly wound the material around his wrists and then secured them to the head of the bed, through the slats. David’s cock kept jumping, as if it was trying to follow along with what TC was doing.

TC told him to bring his knees up so his ass was exposed. He ran his hands all over David’s cock and balls, making sure everything was shaved to his liking. He stroked along David’s taint and then inspected his hole and crack. Reaching over to the nightstand he grabbed something from the drawer. David thought he was about to get rimmed, but instead felt a sharp sting as TC plucked a stray hair from his taint with a pair of tweezers.

“Ahhhggg!!!” David cried. That fucking smarted!

“Shush! I told you to groom properly. This is what happens when you don’t.” TC informed him.

It quickly became apparent that the first hair was not the only one that David had missed. It was another ten minutes and too many stings to count before TC was satisfied. David now understood why women waxed. He’d never be able to keep everything smooth by himself with just a razor. He had a funny feeling that TC already knew that.

When TC was done he put the tweezers back on the nightstand and then settled between David’s legs again. This time David was rewarded with a long swipe of TC’s tongue, starting at his hole, tracing along his taint, rolled around his balls, up the length of his hard cock, swirled around the head and then traced its way back along its previous path before stopping at his hole again.

TC worshipped David’s hole, his tongue licking and probing, setting nerve endings alight. David cried out, “Oh fuck! More TC. More!”

Immediately TC removed his tongue. “You know better than that agori. Listen carefully. You need to learn to be submissive, stop demanding. Right now you’re a sub and you will act that way.” David felt his left leg being raised and then TC’s hand came down with a sharp ‘SMACK’.

David inhaled sharply at the sting. The hit was just enough to sting, but was in no way harmful. TC smiled at the pink that bloomed on the pale skin. He repeated the move on the right cheek.

“I’m sorry Sir.” David said contritely.

“You’ve deliberately pushed me this week, haven’t you agori?” TC said.

“Yes, Sir.” replied David.

“Tell me what you’ve done, what your infractions were.” TC demanded.

“I teased you on the phone and I deliberately used a small ‘s’ when I addressed you in my text. I’m sorry Sir.” David confessed.

“You need to be punished for that agori. Turn over and put that pretty ass up in the air. You will count each hit. You have ten this time. Five on each side. Understood?” said TC.

“Yes, Sir.” David flipped himself over and with TC’s help got his knees under him and his ass was up, balls hanging low, open and exposed for TC to see.

David heard TC go back to the closet and the next thing he knew TC had slid a blindfold over his eyes. He had no idea how TC would be delivering his blows and his cock hardened at the uncertainty.

David didn’t even realize he had been holding his breath until it left him in a sudden ‘whoosh’ when the first smack came. The loud snapping ‘pop’ sound let him know TC was using a quirt. It was one of David’s own personal favorites. The flat leather loop on the end would give the receiver a nice sting, but the sound the leather made as it hit skin made it seem much more extreme than it actually was. Just like everything, if used properly it provided satisfaction to both the giver and receiver. Used incorrectly, it could do some harm. TC made sure he measured the hits enough to get his point across, but not inflict any damage.

“One,” David said obediently. He felt TC run his hand across his ass cheek and had no trouble imagining the hot pink mark it must have left.

‘Pop!’ Another blow to the other ass cheek.

“Two.”

Once again TC’s hand squeezed his ass, feeling his handiwork.

TC left him hanging for a couple of minutes before the next ‘Pop’ landed.

“Three”

It went on from there, TC taking his own damn sweet time until finally, ‘SNAP!, POP!’ the final two blows hitting each fiery ass cheek in quick succession.

David’s hands pulled tight on his restraints as he moaned “Nine. Ten.”

Now TC’s hands were rubbing his ass, alternating gentle caresses with firm squeezes. Being blindfolded heightened David’s sensitivity tenfold.

TC hummed appreciatively as he reached under David and stroked his cock. He pulled his balls downward, instinctively knowing exactly how far he could go before the pulling would change from pleasure to pain.

“Are you hot agori? Hmmm, your balls feel so full. Did you enjoy your punishment or did you learn your lesson?” TC uttered as his thumb pressed against David’s hole, fingers still firmly encased around his throbbing ball sac.

“Both, Sir.” replied David.

“Good answer. Your ass is so red, so beautiful. You should see yourself, agori. Your cock is dripping. There’s a string of precum hanging down. Should I use it to lube my thumb up and stick it in your ass? Hmmm?” TC inquired.

“Please, Sir. Yes.” David damn near whimpered.

David felt TC rub his thumb across the sticky crown of his dick and then his thumb was in his ass, all the way to the hilt. TC loosened him up, circling the thumb around, stretching the tight opening. He removed his thumb abruptly and replaced it with two fingers, both searching for the sweet spot. David moaned and clenched down suddenly when he hit it. TC rubbed his two fingers across the sensitive bump, circling and pressing until David was on the precipice, holding back until he was told he could come.

TC pressed his balls lightly and whispered “Now, agori, give me your load,” as he fucked him rapidly with his fingers.

David yelled out with a string of obscenities as his cock shot out all over the towel beneath him. HIs hips bucked back and forth as his channel spasmed around TC’s fingers. The rope pulled tight as he tried to reach down to grip himself. TC’s free hand was holding him by the waist and David felt his fingers grip his shaft, milking out the last strands.

When his orgasm abated, TC quickly released his hands and slid the blindfold up. David let himself fall to the side, careful not to land in the wet spot. He rolled to his back and watched in fascination as TC took himself in hand and stroked furiously. David instinctively opened his mouth, clear indication that he wanted TC to give him a facial.

TC shuffled on his knees closer to David’s face and immediately released with his own grunts and groans, his cum landing on David’s tongue, his cheeks, his chin and his nose. David lapped up as much as he could reach with his tongue and TC scooped up the rest and fed it to him. He then leaned down and kissed him, sharing the taste of himself with David.

TC broke the kiss and released David’s wrists, carefully massaging them and making sure his circulation hadn’t been compromised. He gathered David into his arms and kissed the top of his head. David burrowed close, resting his head on TC’s shoulder as he let his body completely relax. That had been a really intense orgasm and he felt wiped out. TC murmured softly to him and David found himself being lulled into a post-orgasmic stupor while TC ran his hand up and down his back, soothingly.

TC settled into his own post-orgasm zone, automatically taking care of his sub. He pulled the covers over them and tossed the soiled towel on the floor to be dealt with later. His mind was churning with what they had just done. TC liked to replay his scenes while doing his aftercare with his subs. David did pretty well. He could still feel him holding back, the Dom in him would probably never totally let go. That was OK with him though. He valued David’s friendship and would never do anything to intentionally jeopardize it.

“TC?” David spoke softly, using his name to signal play time was over.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you. I really enjoyed that. How did you know that I like quirts?” asked David.

“I remembered that you used them a lot when we were in college. So, I figured I’d try it out on you. I guess I was right huh?” TC remarked.

“Yup. I always liked how it’s bark is worse than it’s bite, but from this side of the fence I can now say that it’s bite is a little more than I realized.” David told him.

“Was it too much?” asked TC.

“No, not at all. I just was never on the receiving end before. It’s different. Have you ever been spanked or have you always done the spanking?” David inquired.

“I’ve only been spanked once, during training. I have to admit I like giving a lot more than receiving. Even when it comes to anal. Elliott is the only one I ever let fuck me, and even that was few and far between and I still controlled it.” TC admitted.

“That’s too bad. I’d love to tap your ass someday, but I get it. I can’t say that this has been easy for me. I think the only reason I’m doing this at all is because it’s you. I can’t see myself trusting anyone else like this. I don’t know how subs can trust someone so implicitly that they can get to subspace. I’ve seen it happen and it awes me everytime.” David said.

“Tell you what. If you ever get to subspace because of me I’ll let you do anything you want to me, even tap my ass.” TC offered.

David chuckled and replied “Deal.” They both knew the chance of that happening was pretty damn remote. David’s Dom was a defining part of who he was. Just because he was experimenting with the sub side of sex didn’t mean he was committing to it for the rest of his life. Deep down they both knew that subspace was not in the cards for someone like him. Not everyone could achieve subspace. It was just like everything else in life, some things came easier to certain people, other things were difficult or impossible. Getting to a place where nothing else mattered and the world seemed to stand still was a matter of being able to let go and trust the person you were with completely. Neither David nor TC were fooling themselves thinking that something like that was possible for David.

“How’re you doing?” TC asked David.

“Good. I’m a little thirsty. How ‘bout we haul our satisfied asses out of bed and go get a drink of water before I die of dehydration.” David teased.

TC gave a slight pinch to David’s still sensitive ass cheek which made him jump out of bed pretty quick. TC sighed as he watched David’s pink, rounded bubble butt as it sauntered across his room and then out of sight as he went down the hallway. He threw back his covers and grabbed his briefs and then found David’s, shimmying his on and then followed David to the kitchen. He tossed the underwear at his friend as soon as he finished downing the glass of water he had tipped back to his mouth. Ruefully he watched as David covered his beautiful ass.

It was still early so they decided to have a nightcap out on TC’s balcony. They both got dressed and then TC poured a healthy shot of Crown Royal into two tumblers, added some ice and a splash of Coke. He handed one to David and tossed a sweatshirt to him as well. Early March meant nice warmish days and cool nights. They watched the people down by the marina, and enjoyed the faint sound of live music coming from the band playing at the marina’s restaurant. Most weekend nights featured a local band or solo artist. Sarasota had a thriving arts community, music and theater being major draws for tourism.

TC told David about the salvage job he had. David listened with interest as TC explained how they were going to attach airbags to the wreckage to lift it to the surface and then winch it aboard their biggest salvage boat. TC pointed vaguely to the marina where the two work boats were tied up as well as his personal craft.

David had brought his phone out with him. It was a habit as he always wanted to be available in case his kids needed to get a hold of him. It buzzed on the table that sat between the two chairs. David looked and saw a text from Miles.

“Miles and Andi are having a play party next weekend and want to know if we want to go. What do you think? David asked.

“Would you be comfortable subbing for me in front of your friends?” TC countered

“I don’t see why not, They’re quite the open minded group. Andi’ll get a kick out of it. She is an expert at topping from the bottom. Miles goes stir crazy trying to tame that one. She might have some pointers for me.” David suggested.

“Hmm, maybe we should go out on the boat instead.” TC said.

“Oooooo, the great Master is afraid a little wisp of a girl is going to teach his new toy a few tricks Hahahaha!” David laughed as he teased TC.

“Game on. Bring it.” TC growled.

“Dirty Dancing rules?”

“Of course.”

David was snickering as he replied to Miles. Now he was looking forward to next weekend.

They finished up their nightcaps and David decided to head home. Both he and TC had a lot to do work wise for the week coming up and he needed to fix the screens on his lanai. Some of the panels needed to be tacked down and one of them needed to be replaced completely as it was ripped in a couple of places. When his kids were visiting a few weeks ago, Owen had thrown a water gun at his sister when they were here and it had missed her and hit the screening instead.

The rest of the weekend and the following week flew by. Before they knew it they were parking TC’s car at the farm. The usual gang was there, Miles and Andi, Terry and Michelle, and Gio and Zander. No one seemed surprised when David said he was exploring his submissive side.

As a matter of fact when he mentioned it, Terry laughed and held out his hand to Gio. They apparently had a little bet going on and Terry won.

“Ass.” called David when Terry brushed by him on his way across the room to collect his twenty bucks.

Miles asked TC if he would demonstrate some rope work with David so he could learn to do it with Andi. TC asked David if it was OK. So far they hadn’t delved into anything other than what they did last weekend.

“I’ll stick with mostly basic stuff, nothing too intricate, maybe one or two advanced holds. We haven’t really gone into this yet, so whatever you decide, I’ll go with.” TC said.

David really didn’t need to think too much about it. He had seen TC’s handiwork and knew Miles would take his lessons to heart. He put TC at ease and replied ‘I’m fine with it. I don’t want to be hanging upside down from the ceiling with my balls wrapped up just yet, but I know you know what you’re doing so yeah, go ahead.”

TC smiled and then slipped right into his Dom' rigger mode. With Miles watching closely and mirroring his moves with Andi, TC showed him several bondage methods. He demonstrated wrist bonds, elbow bonds, breast bonds and crotch ties (for Andi’s benefit of course). Some of the knots were beautiful in their intricacy, creating a visual, just as much as creating a physical restraint. TC was diligent in teaching Miles, always checking and double checking that the ropes weren’t too tight or pinching. Roping a person and binding them had to be done correctly. Nerve damage was a real danger and TC had met a sub who ended up with permanent nerve damage and almost lost his foot when his circulation was cut off for too long. TC told Miles that he preferred his subs to be able to safeword out if they couldn’t deal with it or were experiencing too much discomfort or outright pain so if he used a ball gag during normal scenes, he should refrain from it while learning the correct way to use ropes. Only when there was absolute trust between Dom and sub should a ball gag be introduced, at least in TC’s opinion.

Terry and Michelle, as well as Gio and Zander watched as well. Neither couple was seriously into the bondage aspect, but they enjoyed seeing their friends turned on by it. Andi had a nice set of tits and TC instructed Miles on how to emphasize them with the ropes.

The whole time TC was demonstrating, he was also keeping David on the edge. Each knot, each tug of rope was accompanied by a brush against his cock or balls. It was an exquisite way of keeping him completely engaged. Miles took note and none of them could miss the wetness that slipped down Andi’s inner thigh.

The demonstration ended with TC finally allowing David to cum and Miles fingering Andi to an explosive orgasm. Gio and Zander ended up in a sixty-nine and Terry had his cock buried in Michelle from behind, pumping furiously until they both reached their orgasms as well.

It had been a fun evening. They had all cracked up when Terry suddenly clapped his hands over his and cried ‘Dirty Dancing’. Quiet Zander had been his target and had been caught when he said ‘verbal diarrhea’. He had been beet red the whole time he grinded on Terry to the tune of Billy Idol’s ‘White Wedding’.

The group settled down a bit after that performance. Miles was grilling TC about the best types of ropes and what to use in different scenarios. Gio and Zander had decided to move. The apartment complex they were in was just a tad bit sketchy, one area was decent, but not all. They had decided to rent a two bedroom house not far from Doctors Hospital. The area was much better than their current situation and at the end of their two year lease they would be given the option to buy. It was a big step for them, a sign that they were ready to commit to a deeper relationship. They were cute together and their personalities were well suited.

Andi and Michelle were talking shop. Andi was a nurse, she worked four days a week, ten hour shifts at Lakewood Ranch Medical Center. Michelle was a physical therapist at an outpatient rehab center in Bradenton. David overheard Andi talking to Michelle about a Bird’s Eye special. Health care workers often had really morbid senses of humor. They dealt with so many heartbreaking situations on a daily basis, humor gave them a coping mechanism. Andi was referring to a young guy, early 20’s who had been brought in after crashing his motorcycle. Florida did not have a mandatory helmet law and typical of so many others in his age group, this guy believed nothing would ever happen to him, so of course the brain damage was extensive, thereby leaving him with a severe traumatic brain injury. Hence, the Bird’s Eye special. It was healthcare code for someone who was now a bag of mixed vegetables, life ruined. All because he didn’t want to wear a helmet. David thought that it was completely senseless. He had loved to ride when he was younger and yes, he had been stupid to ride without a helmet occasionally. Now that he was older and supposedly wiser, he could see the folly in that practice.

It was nearly midnight when they wrapped up their evening. After cleaning up and thanking everyone for a great evening, TC ended up spending the night at David’s. They spent a lazy Sunday together, the last for several weeks, unbeknownst to them. Life managed to get in the way and neither one of them had much free time for the next couple of months.