Temperature Play

Marcus had a sadistic streak when it came to temperature play.

Tonight, he had Elias tied spread-eagle to the bed — wrists and ankles cuffed to the corners. A thick blindfold covered Elias’s eyes. He couldn’t see what Marcus was doing, which made everything more intense.

Marcus started with ice.

He ran a cold cube slowly down Elias’s chest, watching as goosebumps rose on his skin. He circled Elias’s nipples with it until they were hard and aching, then moved lower. The ice trailed down Elias’s stomach and over his cock, making him gasp and twitch.

Marcus took his time.

He ran the ice over Elias’s balls, then lower, pressing it against his hole. Elias squirmed in the restraints, but Marcus didn’t stop. He pushed the melting cube inside Elias’s hole, letting the cold water drip out as it melted.

Then he switched to wax.

Marcus lit a candle and held it above Elias’s chest. The first drop of hot wax landed on Elias’s nipple. Elias gasped at the sudden heat. Marcus dripped more wax across his chest, creating patterns of red and white against his skin.

He moved lower.

Hot wax dripped onto Elias’s cock and balls. Elias moaned and pulled against the restraints. The contrast between the cold ice still inside him and the hot wax on his most sensitive areas was overwhelming.

Marcus kept going until Elias’s cock and stomach were covered in a thin layer of wax.

Then he picked up another piece of ice and ran it over the hardened wax, making Elias shiver.

“Such a good boy,” Marcus murmured. “Taking everything I give you.”

He reached between Elias’s legs and pulled the remaining ice out of his hole. Then he slicked his cock and pushed inside in one smooth thrust.

Elias moaned loudly at the sudden stretch and the lingering cold inside him.

Marcus fucked him slowly at first, then harder. Every thrust made the remaining wax on Elias’s chest crack and flake. Marcus leaned down and bit at Elias’s wax-covered nipple, making him cry out.

When Elias finally came, it was with a broken moan, his cock pulsing as he made a mess of the wax on his stomach. Marcus followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling Elias with thick ropes of cum.

He stayed inside him for a long moment, breathing hard.

Then he gently pulled out and started peeling the wax off Elias’s skin with careful hands.

Elias lay there trembling, completely blissed out.

Marcus kissed his forehead.

“You did so well for me,” he whispered. “I’m so proud of you.”

Elias smiled behind the blindfold.

“Thank you, Sir,” he whispered back.

Marcus kissed him again.

“Anytime, baby. Anytime.”