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Paul was pretty sure Patryck was going to be the thing that killed him.
Maybe not in a literal sense- but he sure as hell was going to break his mind apart piece by piece.
Maybe that was the wrong analogy to use?
Paul didn’t know.
It’s not like he ever went to a real school.
And it’s not like the army ever bothered to teach him proper grammar or phrases or anything.
But never mind all that!
Paul didn’t need to spare a thought to his traumatic childhood. Right now it was all about Pat and what he was planning to do to him.
They were no stranger to BDSM scenes.
Hell- they were two men in their 20s who loved and trusted each other more than life itself.
Patryck got magazines all the time about different kinds of toys or accessories.
Which had led to Paul asking about bondage…
Which had led them to now.
Paul was sitting on the edge of his bed naked as Patryck got a knife to cut the rope.
It was apparently too long for what he wanted to do.
When he came back Paul didn’t utter a word, just stared up at the love of his life.
Pat was in a shirt that was half buttoned up, Paul could see almost his full chest if he tilted his head the right way. His lover was also still in his jeans from work.
He grinned down at Paul, tilting his chin up ever so slightly with his pointer finger.
“How are you holding up baby boy~? You still want me to tie you down~?” Pat’s voice was soft and teasing, but it sent butterflies straight to Paul’s gut.
“Yes… yes I want that…” Paul whispered, his voice light and shaking.
“Say thank you first.” Pat instructed, running a hand through Paul’s messy brown hair. “I did take the time to set all of this up for you.”
Paul swallowed hard, meeting Patryck’s brown eyes.
“Thank you Daddy…” he spoke a bit louder, his voice still shaking.
Mostly from anticipation.
His boyfriend grinned wide, the hand in his hair grabbing firmly and tugging his head up. Their lips met for a wonderful five seconds before Pat shoved him back into the bed.
“Lay down. Arms above your head and legs spread wide open.” He commanded, which only made Paul scramble to get into place.
He laid on his back, letting his arms stretch above his head and his legs spread out.
Patryck slowly got to work tying his arms to the headboard, it was slow and methodical.
Paul’s heart was pounding in his chest, his ears ringing as all the blood left his head.
He was fully hard.
His poor dick was fully erect against his abdomen.
And Pat hadn’t done a damn thing yet.
“Baby, is that too tight?” Patryck’s voice cut through the static of Paul’s mind.
“Huh?…” he replied like the idiot he was.
“Baby, can you move your wrists?” Pat laughed, almost in a demeaning way.
Paul flushed, tugging his wrists against the rope. He was sure he could break through them if he really tried- but he didn’t want to try.
“They’re good Daddy…” he confirmed, which earned him a kiss on the forehead.
“Good boy.” It was a whisper against his skin.
It made Paul’s dick twitch pathetically.
Pat did the same thing to his legs, the rope cutting into his ankles as they were tied to the bed frame.
“There. Now you’re properly restrained.” Patryck hummed, running his fingers down Paul’s chest.
He purposely avoided his nipples-
Paul just stared up at his lover, unsure what to even do- it’s not like he could do much in this situation anyways.
“I’m going to gag you baby.” Patryck instructed, going to the dresser and grabbing a pink cloth. “We don’t want the neighbors complaining~”
Paul nodded slowly, swallowing hard. He usually got really loud when his brain turned off, and in their little Polish apartment the walls were thin.
Pat walked over and shoved the cloth in his mouth, Paul bit down on it. It didn’t really taste like anything- it just smelled like Pat.
“You look like a god damn starfish spread out for Daddy like this~” Patryck cooed, running his nails down Paul’s exposed thighs. “And you’re fully hard too~ were you that excited~?”
Paul nodded, whining around the cloth in his mouth. His fists tensed against the rope.
“You like being helpless for me Paul~?” Pat’s hand wrapped around Paul’s cock now, giving it slow strokes.
It was enough to make Paul’s thighs shake.
Paul let out a muffled whine against the cloth, nodding his head frantically.
Patryck laughed and Paul knew it was demeaning but fuck he didn’t care.
“Yeah~?” His hand just kept going up and down at a steady pace. “You like this baby boy~? I could do more~ I could leave you like this and overwhelm your poor pathetic cock.” Pat hummed, pulling his hand away.
Paul whimpered, his hips bucking up into nothing.
“I could edge you until you’re leaking, then pull away and leave you for another hour~” Pat leaned down, staring to kiss Paul’s chest.
Paul let out a whimper when Pat left a hickey around his nipple. He tugged on the rope, his head arching back as the pain sent sparks through his entire body.
They tried not to give each other hickies anywhere visible. It was the 80s after all- being gay was still taboo. Even if it was decriminalized in Poland they still felt the need to be cautious. People were asses about it.
“How was that~?” Pat met his eyes and Paul could’ve dropped right then and there. He let out a low hum, his thighs shaking as he wanted more than what he was getting.
Patryck grinned, wrapping his hand around Paul’s poor weeping cock again. “You’re beautiful like this Paul. You’re so beautiful for me… I’m gonna be nice to you this one time, how about that~?”
Paul gasped as Pat moved his hand faster.
He could feel his orgasm building and getting closer and closer.
And then Pat ran his thumb over the slit of his cock- and it was all over.
Paul came with a loud moan, his eyes rolling back and his thighs shaking. He tugged against all four ropes, his whole body tensing before going limp on the bed.
Patryck worked him through the orgasm, his hand tracing Paul’s chest as he fought how to remember how to breathe.
“Good boy… good boy good boy Paul.” Pat grinned, ripping the cloth out of his mouth and kissing Paul.
He kissed back eagerly, eyes staring wide up at the man above him.
Patryck was beautiful like this… his hair framed his face in a way that made Paul’s heart skip a beat.
“Mmmm how do you feel about a round two???” Pat whispered against his lips, his eyes shining bright. “I wound love to fuck you~”
Paul just kissed him again, breathing hard against his lips.
“I would love nothing more Daddy~”