HE DIDN'T SAY TIDDLYWINKS!
All characters above the age of consent
I remember the very first time it happened. We were both naked under the bedcovers. I wanted him to fuck me but he told me he wasn't in the mood and he wanted to go to sleep. I got out of bed, got down on the floor on all fours with my arse pushed out.
"Come on, mate. How can you resist this? Look at it."
He looked, told me to get back into bed.
"No, mate. Not until I've had you inside me."
"You're not getting it. I'm knackered. Just wanna go to sleep."
"Please, mate. Just a quickie. Up my bum."
"What part of no do you not understand?"
I even prised apart the cheeks of my arse but still he told me he wasn't feeling up to it.
I said, "You know what your problem is, don't you?"
"Yes. You."
"You're a selfish bastard, that's what you are."
"Ok. That's fine. Now get back in bed. I need my beauty sleep."
"I'll set the alarm for a week next Thursday."
My mate went quiet.
I could hear him breathing deeper.
Bless him. He was asleep. Wish I could go to sleep that quick.
This wicked thrill ran through my body.
I pulled the blankets off the bed, got the lengths of rope from the dressing table drawer and climbed on top of him. We'd never used these lengths of rope. I got them from this sex shop just out of town a few weeks ago, suggested me and my mate try a bit of that bondage stuff but he wouldn't have it, said that kind of stuff was just for perves. He can be really boring sometimes. Yeah, so they'd just been lying there in the drawer doing nothing...until now.
I turned my mate over, pinned him face down to the bed. He woke up mumbling something about Josh. He's got the hots for Josh Hartnett. When he realized it was me on top of him he tried to push me off but I was much stronger than him, and now that he'd annoyed me there was no way he could fight me off.
I gave him a nice big smile.
He told me to fuck off.
"Awh mate, don't be like that."
"Get off me."
"I can't do that, mate. I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you for being a boring bastard."
I stayed on top of him, pinning him down. My mate struggled a bit but I was too strong for him. He managed to roll over underneath me till he was lying face up. I was only messing about. I couldn't hurt my mate. I couldn't hurt nobody, me. Not even Josh Hartnett for being a hundred times better looking than me. I stopped pressing my weight down on my mate, just held his wrists nice and gentle.
"I'm only having a laugh, mate."
I was going to kiss him when I felt something hot on my bum. I looked over my shoulder. My mate had the biggest fucking hard-on ever and it was throbbing against my arse.
Like I said, I wasn't pinning my mate down no more and if he really wanted to he could easily push me off him but he didn't.
I looked into his eyes.
Then I kissed him on the lips.
I brought my lips from his.
His cock was still throbbing against my arse.
I tightened my grip on his wrists.
I felt his cock dancing, twitching, slapping against my bum.
So, my mate wanted it kinky, did he?
Bit of a dark horse.
I released my grip on his wrists.
I got off him.
He didn't move, just lay there with his cock throbbing along his belly. There was loadsa pre-jizz dribbling out of his hard cock. My cock was rock solid, strongest erection I'd ever had.
I ordered him to turn around, to lie face down.
He obeyed.
I tied his arms and legs to the four bedposts, making sure the ropes were nice and tight around his wrists and ankles. With his arms and legs outstretched he was securely tied to the bed.
He tried to struggle but his attempts came to no avail.
Before I got the cane (I'd bought that along with the lengths of rope) I wanted to make sure my mate remembered what I had told him before when I first suggested we try a bit of this domination stuff.
"Do you remember what I told you before, mate, about the safe word?"
"Yeah."
"Can you remember what your safe word is?"
"No."
"For fuck's sake, mate. Good job I asked, innit?"
He looked disappointed.
"Does that mean we can't play now then?"
"Eh? Don't be stupid all your life mate."
"But I can't remember the word and..."
"Well think of another one then, you daft cunt."
"Oh I thought it had to be the same."
"You're not for real you, mate."
"Ok. Go on then."
"What?"
"We can start now. I've thought of my safe word."
I waited.
He didn't say nothing.
"Well go on then."
"What?"
"You've got to tell me what it is."
"Well you didn't tell me that bit. How did I know? I've never done this kind of thing before. Don't shout at me."
"If I don't fucking know what your safe word is then how am I supposed to know when to stop beating the shit out of you?"
"Tiddlywinks!"
"What?"
"Tiddlywinks. That's my safe word."
"Tiddlywinks?"
"Yeah. That's my safe word. Tiddlywinks. Any colour, I'm not bothered."
"Fucking tiddlywinks?"
"No, just tiddlywinks."
I looked at my cock then I looked at my mate's cock.
"What made you think of tiddlywinks?"
"Dunno. Why? Is that word not allowed?"
"Right. So you know the score. Yeah? Anytime you want me to stop..."
"I shout out tiddlywinks. Yeah, I get it."
"Hold on. I've lost my fucking boner now. That's you with your tiddlywinks."
I rubbed my cock till it got nice and hard again.
My mate gave me a big smile.
"Go for it, mate! Have a good wank!"
"Shut up!"
"I'm only..."
"No...SHUT UP!"
"What's got into you?"
"We've started, you prick! Shut up, you worthless piece of shit!"
"That's a bit personal, innit? I'm not playing if you're gonna..."
I slapped him proper hard across the face.
"Just shut the fuck up!"
I straddled the back of his thighs and with my left hand on the back of his head I pushed his face into the pillow. Ignoring his muffled cries I brought my right hand down hard on his arse. I spanked him half a dozen times ignoring his muffled cries and then I thought: Shit! He might be trying to say tiddlywinks!
I let go of his head. Now his face was out of the pillow he took a deep breath.
"You ok, mate?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"You wasn't trying to say tiddlywinks, were you?"
"Was I fuck. We've only just started. What do you take me for at all?"
"Sorry."
I pushed his face back into the pillow and carried on spanking his bare bum. I could only imagine the pain that must have been drifting through his body as my flattened palm came into contact with the flesh of his arse. Again and again the palm of my hand crashed against his bum cheeks. I could only imagine the stinging sensations shooting through his body. I called him a selfish bastard, whalloping his nude bottom again and again, making it sting and burn.
I let go of his head. He turned his face sideways, begged me to stop but I carried on for another dozen or so slaps.
I climbed off him.
My mate's arse was proper red.
He gave a big sigh.
"My arse is stinging like fuck!"
"Shut the fuck up, slave!"
I got the cane from the drawer and, ignoring his cries for mercy, I caned him. An overwhelming feeling of power surged through my body, the cane coming down hard on his backside with a terrific whack. I didn't do it too hard, what with this being our first time like. But it was hard enough. His arse reddened as I put more weight behind the beating. I heard my mate sobbing. They were proper sobs.
I stopped caning him. He was crying real tears into his pillow.
"Mate? You ok?"
He looked up at me, tears streaming down his cheeks.
He looked a bit puzzled.
I was concerned.
"You haven't forgotten your safe word, have you?"
"No, Master."
It threw me a bit seeing those tears. I went to wipe them away but then I stopped.
My mate, he didn't say nothing.
I stopped myself from wiping his tears.
In a fit of fury I struck with the cane, smacking it against his bum cheeks.
"Aaaah! No, Master! No! Please!"
He clenched his bum cheeks but when I saw them clenched like that it made me want to cane them even harder. The harder I struck the tighter he clenched his bum cheeks and the tighter he clenched his fists.
I got really carried away whipping his bare arse with the cane. I hadn't realized just how hard I was beating my mate's bum. But he didn't say the safe word. I should have carried on but no, I couldn't.
I apologized.
"I'm sorry, mate."
I dropped the cane.
"I'm so sorry."
I brushed my hand gently over the hot skin of his beaten bum. I wanted to soothe away the pain that I knew my mate was suffering. I slowly and gently caressed his hot bottom.
I apologize again and again.
I untied him.
He sat up. He looked well and truly confused.
"I didn't say tiddlywinks."
"I know, mate."
"I didn't say tiddlywinks."
"I know. I know."
"I was enjoying that. That's why I didn't say tiddlywinks. Why did you stop? I was really getting into it? Look."
His belly was soaking wet with all the pre-cum that had dribbled out of his knob.
"I know, mate. I'm sorry. I just couldn't do it."
"Well you know what this means, don't you?"
"What?"
Before I knew what was happening my mate tied me to the bed, face down and caned me as hard as he possibly could. He punished me for spoiling his punishment. I cried like a baby, wincing as he caned me again and again. The cheeks of my arse felt as though they were on fire. He whacked me so hard surely his arm must have ached. This was the first time I had ever been caned and it felt dead sexy. My arse rose to the occasion as my mate brought the cane down harder and harder. I could feel my bum cheeks trembling under the impact of the cane.
My cock was aching real bad, throbbing underneath me, trapped between my body and the bed. I could only imagine my mate's cock with its bulbous head all shiny and wet, aimed right at my reddened bum cheeks as he beat me again and again and again.
I was loving it. I just remembered: I hadn't given my mate a safe word but I didn't care coz no way did I want him to stop.
He caned me harder and harder.
"No! No! Please! Aaah! Aaah!"
I just knew my bum cheeks were getting redder and redder with each smack of the cane, a juicy warm sensation shooting up and down my cock every time the cane made contact with my bum flesh. Again and again my mate whacked my arse, bringing the cane down with an incredible might, making me cry aloud as I squirmed around in agony and ecstasy.
I begged my mate to stop but he ignored my cries. He got into a rhythm and he couldn't stop. There was no stopping him now. And I was loving it. I wanted him to beat me. I wanted him to cane me. I tensed my arse and the pleasurable pain heightened. My arse, it was stinging like mad.
"Please, Master! Please! Soothe away the pain with your cum, Master! Please! Please!"
I wanted to feel my mate's thick creamy spunk spattering over my hot arse, soothing away the pain with the cream from his dick.
He tossed his cock, still caning me, still bringing the cane down across the cheeks of my bum. He tossed his cock and then I felt it – his cum splashing on my stinging hot bum, soothing cock cream squirting all over my throbbing bum cheeks. I pushed my stinging bum up, cheeks trembling as I took spurt after spurt of my mate's soothing cum, my own cock spunking jets of cum underneath me without me even touching it.
What me and my mate Daryl had just done was absolutely amazing.
That was the very first time me and my mate Daryl had done anything kinky. That was four weeks ago. The last four weeks have just got kinkier and kinkier. You wouldn't believe what we get up to now. I might write a book about it one day.
Oh, and by the way, my mate still uses that same safe word.
This story is taken from my Kindle book WHEN HE PUT ME ACROSS THE LEATHER-TOPPED HORSE & other stories of domination & submission, available on Amazon.
© Robbie Webb 2012