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"What next?" Nikki asked breathlessly.
Paz moved down the table with the last length of rope. He set it next to Nikki's hips and then walked back to the sink. Nikki watched as he wet a washcloth and then returned to Nikki.
The cloth was warm and wet against Nikki's skin and he leaned back and closed his eyes, the stroking of the warm, moist cloth pulled at his scrotum, and Paz's soft, seductive voice lulled him.
"That's it, sweetie, show me your jewels, don't hide that sweet package. Yes, that's it." His fingers stroked between Nikki's testicles and Nikki thrust his hips, wanting to feel Nikki's hands stroking up and down his throbbing cock, needing to be touched.
And then his eyelids flashed up as he felt the weight of the rope binding his balls, wrapping around and between, and then circling the base of his cock again and again. The need to explode rode him fast and hard, but it wasn't going to happen. He lifted his head just in time to see Paz tie off the rope and step away from the table, apparently admiring his handiwork.
"Jesus, Paz, what are you doing to me? I feel like a trussed up turkey."
"But you look so much more delectable than a simple turkey. Every good chef knows the binding has to be firm enough to serve a very specific purpose in controlling the succulent meat. But not so tight that all the savory juices are squeezed out before you're ready. You're my man, my main course, and I'm going to season you to perfection, honey."
It had been excruciating and delicious. Nikki's passion and need had known no bounds that night. As Paz had poured the melted butter over his body, as he'd crushed dark chocolate and drizzled the warmed, liquidconfection over his body, he'd begged like he'd never done before. His cock had grown fat and red, his testicles bulged and he'd squirmed and screamed when Paz had coated the distended globes with sweet honey, panting and soaring, yet bound to the table, lust driving him into a frenzied sea of desire.
The man was a demented chef worthy of Willie Wonka, taking as much time as he needed to create the perfect erotic man-delicacy in Nikki for his delectation, driving Nikki to the brink of sanity. Drenching him in a maelstrom of sexual need, knowing he'd do whatever Paz wanted in order to obtain relief.