Sensory Deprivation

Marcus had a very specific fantasy.

He wanted to take away every one of Elias’s senses except touch — and then overwhelm him with it.

Tonight, he was finally doing it.

Elias was completely restrained on the bed. Thick leather cuffs held his wrists and ankles spread wide. A heavy blindfold covered his eyes. Noise-canceling headphones played white noise, drowning out almost everything. A soft gag filled his mouth.

He couldn’t see. He couldn’t hear clearly. He couldn’t speak.

All he could do was feel.

Marcus started slow.

He ran his hands over Elias’s body — light touches at first, then firmer. He pinched Elias’s nipples, twisted them until Elias arched off the bed. He ran his nails down Elias’s sides, leaving faint red lines.

Then he moved lower.

Marcus wrapped a hand around Elias’s cock and stroked him slowly. Elias moaned behind the gag, hips twitching. Marcus brought him right to the edge — then stopped.

He did it again.

And again.

Elias was shaking, completely at Marcus’s mercy. Every time he got close, Marcus would stop touching him completely, leaving him desperate and oversensitive.

After what felt like forever, Marcus finally slicked his cock and pushed inside Elias’s hole.

Elias cried out behind the gag.

Marcus fucked him with deep, steady strokes. Without sight or sound, every sensation was magnified. Elias could feel every inch of Marcus’s cock, every shift of his hips, every breath against his skin.

Marcus reached between them and stroked Elias’s cock in time with his thrusts.

This time, he didn’t stop.

Elias came with a muffled scream, his whole body convulsing. Marcus kept fucking him through it, drawing out every pulse.

When Marcus finally came, he buried himself deep and filled Elias with thick ropes of cum. He stayed there for a long moment, breathing hard.

Then he gently removed the headphones, blindfold, and gag.

Elias blinked up at him, eyes glassy and unfocused.

Marcus smiled and brushed the hair out of Elias’s face.

“There you are,” he murmured. “You did so well for me.”

Elias’s voice was hoarse.

“Thank you, Sir,” he whispered.

Marcus kissed him softly.

“Anytime, baby. Anytime.”