Chain Male by Naomi Brooks Angelia Sparrow Page B

Internet. And I mean it. If you get uncomfortable or nervous, just let me know. This should be fun and sexy for us both. I fully expect you to jump my bones the second we drop the tent flap."
    Chad laughed. "You are such a slut sometimes."
    Jace just grinned. "You got it."
    The big black tent looked like it was ready to house a small circus. Jace went up to the guy at the entrance, who was bigger than both of them put together and looked liked he could chew a coil of wire and spit out mail. After a few words, the big guy bowed them in.
    "You have space number sixteen, my lord Olaf," he said as they pulled the wagon in.
    Chad helped Jace find the space. He set up the table and chair while Jace settled the torch-holder in the ground.
    "Portable hole is set, let me have the staff." Jace thrust it hard into the holder, digging it down into the ground so it would stay. "That's not going to be really sturdy. You'll have to stand still. We're going for visual effect anyway, not confinement."
    Jace arranged the wares and set the photo album beside them. Chad swallowed hard.
    "This is it, babe. You ready?"
    Chad nodded. He sat down and took off his boots, then shed his pants and pulled his boots back on. With a deep breath, he pulled his tunic over his head and stood there naked.
    Jace wrapped the cloak around him and took him to the staff. "It's okay. I'm just going to tie your wrists here like this." Chad relaxed. He could handle this. His cloak fell open and he blushed. Maybe not.
    "Let me get that blindfold on you," Jace said as he rearranged the cloak to cover bound arms, stake and Chad's family heirlooms all at once. He slipped a soft black blindfold over Chad's eyes. "You still okay?"
    "I'm fine." Chad was surprised to find it was mostly true. He was fine. He felt secure here in the dark, all tied up and waiting for his lover. He tested the wrist bonds and found he could get out of them easily if he had to.
    "Going to put a coif on you. This is going to look so hot."
    Chad felt the lightweight mail settle on his head, draping down the back of his neck. He felt pieces of it along his cheeks and on the bridge of his nose. He moved his head a bit and it jingled with little bells.
    "I'm going to take the cloak off. You're all right with that? If you get cold, I can put it back on."
    "I'm fine," Chad repeated. He barely felt like himself. The caress of warm air all over his body, even in parts like the back of his waist and his thighs, electrified his skin. He felt his nipples get hard.
    "Baby, it is a pure crime to leave those bare. You mind some light clamps? Let me know if they're too much."
    Chad worried his lower lip as Jace closed clamps on his nipples. They felt like tweezers, but not very tight. They pinched just enough to stay on and keep his nipples hard. They didn't hurt. The chain between them lay cold against his chest.
    "Too fucking sexy," Jace said, kissing his neck. "I'm gonna have a hard-on all evening. You ready for the last piece?"
    "Ready."
    Jace's hands slid around his cock, warm, followed by cold metal. The device separated his balls, while pressing them away from his body. Then it bound around his cock in several places. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but it didn't hurt. He could stand it.
    He heard a couple of camera clicks. "That one is going in the scrapbook," Jace said.
    "Yes, please," Chad agreed.
    "You warm enough?" Jace put the cloak back on his shoulders so it draped over most of him.
    "Fine."
    "All right. It's gonna be a couple hours. You tell me if I need to change your position or your fingers go numb or anything, all right?"
    "I will. Jace, come here. Real close."
    Jace came close enough that his breath tickled Chad's lips. Chad stretched just a little and kissed him. "I'm really all right. Go sell lots of sexy stuff."
    Jace kissed him properly and then moved away. Chad listened to him move his chair close. He kept a running patter so Chad wouldn't feel alone in the dark. Eventually the words quit