Slowly awakening, Justin isn’t sure what he’s feeling… but it’s soft…yet also… restricting? “Brian?” He asks sluggishly. Attempting to roll over, he’s suddenly alerted to his predicament. “Brian!” Realizing his wrists are bound to the bed, Justin’s first response is to fight the soft cuffs and he immediately starts to thrash on the bed. “Relax…” Brian’s voice suddenly surfaces through the room. It’s soft and barely audible. Justin quickly tries to look around the room, but finds it near impossible from his position on the bed. “Where are you?” “Right here,” Brian calls out calmly as he exits the bathroom. “Why am I tied up?” Justin asks, knowing how foolish that statement sounded. “You’re a smart boy. I think you can figure it out.” Brian says with a smile. Walking over to the bed, he crawls above his lover. “We’re going to play a little game.” Swallowing hard, Justin tries to read Brian’s face. He didn’t remember falling asleep, and suddenly here he was, in their bed: his wrists bound to the bedposts. Grinning wickedly, Brian assures his lover, “Don’t worry, you’re like it.” Arching his brow, Justin admits, “I’m sure I will.” With a smirk, Brian sits back and seems to be deep in thought for a moment. Justin bites his lower lip in anticipation. However, when Brian doesn’t move after a few moments, he becomes nervous. “Um…Brian?” he looks away, feeling his cheeks reddening from the way his husband continues to stare. “Look at me,” Brian states calmly. Gazing back at his lover, Justin says, “Do something…” “Like what?” Brian asks, enjoying himself. “Fuck me.” Brian opens his mouth to say something, and then closes it again with a smirk. “Brian…” Justin tugs at the restraints, “Fuck me.” Rolling off the bed, Brian walks over to the closet, “All in due time.” “What?” Straining to see where his lover has gone, Justin calls out, “Brian?! What does that mean?” Brian returns with a soft black cloth and walks to the bed with a purpose. Stopping at the headboard, he leans forward and whispers in a voice that leaves little to be questioned. “I’m going to put this over your eyes.” Justin’s bright blue eyes widen. Brian had only blindfolded him once in their entire history together, and that was before the bashing. Thinking about that, Justin bites his lower lip. Brian doesn’t move and Justin realizes that he’s waiting for some sort of approval before continuing. With a soft and trusting smile, Justin slowly nods his head before the blackness is placed over his eyes. Making sure the blindfold is securely attached behind his lover’s head; Brian gently kisses the covering before sitting back on his heels to admire his work. Justin’s lean frame lies vulnerable above the dark blue sheets. His arms outstretched above his head, wrists fastened brilliantly by smooth, leather cuffs. Though his legs aren’t bound, Justin knows not to move them. His stunning, pale colored body contrasting against the dark sheets adds even more beauty to the striking image in front of Brian’s eyes. Slowly, Justin’s pouting lips part and his sweet tongue slides out to lick his lower lip. Brian lets out a sigh, trying to contain himself from shooting a load right there. Justin remains still, focusing on the sounds in the room. He could feel Brian leaning away from him, and he can hear the sound of an object sliding across the floor before being placed on the bed. Justin knows right away it’s a box. Biting his lower lip, he waits for Brian’s next move. He doesn’t expect the soft, yet firm feeling of a feather against his bare chest. Opening his mouth, he wants to say something, but isn’t sure what. So instead, he concentrates on the feelings. Slowly, the vane of the feather circles around each nipple, causing Justin’s body to involuntary rise off the bed a few inches. Brian’s palm gently pushes him back down onto the bed. Leaning down, Brian whispers softly into his lover’s ear, “Do you feel that?” Well, duh! Justin wants to retort, but instead only nods as the feather continues its journey down his trail, ending at his already saluting cock. Brian smiles knowingly, “Just making sure you’re alive.” He watches the feather tease his partner’s piss-hole. Gasping, Justin curls his toes, forcing himself to stay still. Alive? Alive? So that’s what this is about… Justin’s own words come back to haunt him and he’s only somewhat surprised that he remembers the conversation at all. “How about this?” Brian asks as he brings the tip of the feather down to his lover’s perineum, tickling it ever-so-slightly. Arching above the bed, Justin tilts his head back, “Ah!” “Hmmm,” Brian comments, “You seem pretty lively to me.” “Fuck you,” the blonde whispers. With a smirk, Brian continues to slide the feather down his lover’s thighs. “You know,” He pauses for a moment, circling the feather around each knee before sliding it down Justin’s calves, “there are a lot of choices in this world…” “Shit, you’re high again, aren’t you?” Justin asks through gritted teeth. Ignoring his comment, Brian leans down and starts to lightly kiss his partner’s legs and inner thighs. Stopping at Justin’s dripping cock, the brunette slowly licks the pre-cum before continuing his ministration. “Do you want me to stop?” “No!” Chuckling softly, Brian teases Justin’s piss hole one last time before completely ignoring the throbbing cock and begins to kiss his lover’s abdomen instead, murmuring, “There are a lot of choices in this world… you can take what you’ve got and run with it,” he pauses, slowly tracing his tongue across the contours of his lover’s torso, stopping at Justin’s nipples. “You can manipulate what you already have and try another approach…” sucking on one of the nipples, he holds Justin’s arching body steady with his own hands. Releasing it after several moments, Brian moves onto the other one for several seconds before returning to Justin’s mouth, whispering, “Or you can just give up.” Sitting up, he slowly moves away from his lover and sits at the foot of the bed, listening to Justin’s breathing. Not moving, Justin waits and listens. After what seems like eternity, Justin whispers, “Brian?” No answer. Licking his lips, Justin strains to hear for any sounds of his lover. Brian, sensing Justin’s anxiety, sighs softly for effect. Justin’s body immediately relaxes. “Brian?” He whispers again. Instead of answering, Brian stands up and walks over to the side of the bed. Not moving, Justin exhales slowly, not sure what would be happening next. A few more moments pass and finally Justin asks, “What are you doing?” “Waiting.” Frowning, Justin swallows hard. His husband was waiting. Waiting for…? Waiting for him? For his choice? “My choice?” He asks softly. Unable to stop himself, Brian lightly caresses his lover’s cheek before smoothing his blonde locks back. “What’s your choice, Sunshine?” “That’s a loaded question, Brian,” Justin states dryly. “Considering that I’m tied to the bed.” Walking to the foot of the bed, Brian replies in the same soft and calm tone as previous, “If you give up, I’ll untie you. If you manipulate, I’ll stand by you. If you take it and run, I’ll be running right beside you.” Crawling over his bound lover, Brian leans down and lightly grazes his tongue across Justin’s parted lips. “But I’m not going anywhere.” “Then you’re an idiot, Brian,” Justin replies softly, the sadness apparent in his voice. “Make your choice, Justin.” “Fuck you. I’m not doing anything you say.” Brian can’t help but smile. Reaching for the box, he pulls out the lube and rubs a small amount between his fingers before sitting back on his knees and pushing his lover’s legs apart. “And why is that, Justin?” Slowly, he pushes one finger inside, smiling as his partner moans and arches his back. Pushing a second finger, he scissors his digits several times, watching his husband writhe on the bed. “Brian…” He moans. Pulling out, Brian again reaches for the box. Pulling out a small finger vibe, he sheathes over his finger, turns it on and pushes back inside of his lover. “Ah!” Justin gasps, feeling Brian’s finger massaging his prostrate with the vibrating rubber. “Oh..God…Brian… shit…shit…shit….” He groans, his body practically levitating off the mattress. “Think about this, Justin,” Brian continues, gently pushing his husband back down on the bed. “You have many choices.” He pauses, watching his finger slide in and out of his husband’s hole. “Are you listening to me?” Nodding his head, Justin whimpers, wanting more than that tortuous, vibrating digit inside him. Pushing hard inside of his husband, he leans forward and kisses his partner roughly on the lips, “I don’t want you to give up, Justin.” Pulling his finger out, he quickly rips open a condom and puts it on himself. “I can’t make you do anything. But I can ask you…as your husband… to at least fuckin’ try.” “Try?” Justin asks raggedly, wrapping his legs around his husband’s waist. “You’re not dead, Justin. Not to me.” And with that, Brian thrusts deep inside of his husband’s tight hole. “Oh God!” Justin’s entire body stiffens for a moment at the sudden penetration. Groaning, Brian relishes in the delicious heat of his lover before slowly thrusting his hips. “Promise…me….that…” pushing in and out at a delicious speed, Brian can’t help but moan and lick his lips. There was no place he’d rather be that right here, with his husband, fucking him. “Mmm…” Kissing his mouth, Brian murmurs, “Promise me…you’ll try…” “Oh God…” Justin moans as he begins to pull against the cuffs. “I’m…not…gonna…give up…on you….” Pulling out for a moment, he slams right back in with a moan, “not on us…sunshine…never….” His blindfold wet from tears, the blonde writhes underneath his lover’s strong frame. “Oh God, Brian….” “Promise me…” He whispers. “I promise.” Pulling off the blindfold, Brian watches Justin’s bright blue eyes quickly adjust to the light and dilate before his eyes as he stares deep into those orbs. “I love you, Jus.” Opening his mouth, Justin wants to say so much, but nothing comes out. Kissing his husband’s lips, Brian moans into Justin’s mouth, cumming hard into the condom as he feels Justin’s muscles contract and his own cum splash against his stomach. They lie there for several seconds until Brian leans up, brushing Justin’s damp locks away from his face. Neither one of them say a word as they stare at one another, there thoughts loud enough for either one of them to speak echo out loud. Reaching above Justin’s head, Brian undoes the cuffs, tenderly massaging each wrist. Smiling softly, Justin closes his eyes. “Are you still dead?” Brian asks softly, kissing Justin gently on the cheek. “No. Not dead.” Justin murmurs, “Very much alive…” Smiling, Brian kisses his husband’s lips. “Welcome back.”