Rice is Nice

David reached for the old black switch with the cracked faceplate and flipped it up. The fluorescent lights below flickered on with a soft hum, but over that he thought he could hear the sounds of breathing. Descending the worn wooden steps slowly, David took his time, savouring the anticipation.

The little pied-à-terre he had rented was more expensive than he liked, but there was something about it that had made him choose it above the rest. The house was built on the foundations of a church, and the rough-hewn stone basement, with its stocky pillars and archways, was centuries old. It was perfect.

As David stood on the last step, he looked at what hung in the centre of the basement and smiled. Suspended from a big iron hook set in the ceiling, the naked young man lifted his head and looked over his shoulder to appraise David in the cold, flickering light. He was bound chest down, trussed tightly with elaborate knots and loops of rope so that his knees were wide apart with his ankles tied to wrists. The only shame was the light; David thought then of the antique, wrought-iron candelabra he had spotted hanging in the little shop near the market. He would try to pass again that way soon and ask about it. After shrugging out of his suit jacket, he hung it carefully on the banister, and walked towards the lit scene.

As he approached, the young man let out a soft moan through the cloth gag, and David watched his sphincter contract with the effort. He sighed happily; it was a gorgeous sight.

David saw that the floor was still wet from when he had hosed it down earlier, and stepped lightly, careful not to splash water from his handmade Italian shoes onto his pale-grey suit pants. The young man swayed slightly with his struggles, his shadow stroking the uneven stones.

David slid his zipper down and pulled his cock from the slippery-soft embrace of his silk shorts. He’d been thinking about this for over an hour, so he was well on his way to stiff before he even started to fondle himself. He reached out to pat the left cheek of the slim ass spread before him, and the young man let his head fall back forward with a long moan.

David chuckled.

He reached into his pocket for the coin-sized, clear packet of lubricant, twisted the top off, then slicked up his cock quickly. Holding the young man steady by the ropes binding him, David positioned himself and slid deep in one hard thrust. He ignored the sharp cry. There wasn’t much resistance—the young man was well-used, after all—but his hot little hole still hugged David’s cock gloriously as he started to fuck him with long, hard strokes.

Each time he slammed himself into the young man’s body, it was accompanied by a muffled whimper. David loved the noises he could pull out of him. He watched his wet shaft push into the young man, its thickness made almost obscene by the narrowness of the ass taking it, and let out a strangled sound of his own. Picking up his pace, David cried out again when he felt the sweet little burst deep in his balls. It heralded the throbbing, exquisite, dizzying force that roared through him a beat later as he filled the young man’s hole with a load of hot, slippery cum.

David panted. Another quick tremor went through him, and he laughed, pulling out of the young man. He watched the young man sway in the cold light, his head hung low and eyes closed. With a grin, David pulled his handkerchief out of his breast pocket and gave his dick a once-over before pushing it back into his shorts. A thick drop of cum slid from the young man’s messy asshole and dripped from his balls to the puddle of water on the stone floor.

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David zipped up his suit pants and walked around the young man. Reaching down, he cradled the bound man’s jaw in one hand and brought his head up. David brushed the pale blond hair out of the way. Deep-brown eyes met his own.

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David smiled.

“I’m making some Chettinad-style chicken for supper. I was wondering if I should make that rice pilaf with it like last time?” David said, pulling the gag away from the younger man’s mouth. “I know it’s a little fusion-y for your taste, but I thought it went well.”

The younger man’s brow furrowed. “No… that’s fine. You’re right. The rice went nice,” he replied.

“Ok. I’ll put that on and then run out for some German beer. Sound good?”

The young man nodded. “Sounds great, David.”

“Excellent,” David said and leaned forward to kiss the young man’s soft lips. “Love you, Matt.”

Matt smiled. “Love you too.”

David tugged the gag back into place and patted Matt’s shoulder before he turned to go. He retrieved his jacket and folded it over his forearm before mounting the stairs. He took another long look at the young man below and breathed quickly at the wonderful, almost painful swell in his chest.

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David flipped the switch down, plunging the basement into total darkness, and closed the door quietly behind him.