Over the Edge

Sequel to Leather and Laces. Hutch is in the mood and Starsky is a willing victim.

Starsky drove back to Ridgeway with a scowl on his face. Hutch had been in one of his “moods” all day and had finally slammed his pen down on the desk, grabbed his jacket and told his partner he’d see him at home, and not to be late. Starsky had heard that tone before from the blond. It usually meant that once more Hutch was in his “master” role and that Starsky may well be in for an interesting night.

Since they’d come to terms with the fact that they loved each other, romantically and sexually as well as in a brotherly fashion, Hutch had more often than not taken the lead in their sexual adventures and now the brunet had a slight smile on his face as he carefully piled the completed reports onto Dobey’s desk, grabbed his own jacket and set off for his home. He drove attentively, trying not to think about what was in store for him. Hutch was an inventive lover and in the past week, neither man had had much chance for anything other than work and sleep, their workload not helped by the flu epidemic decimating the office. Now, after working seven days straight, including three double shifts, the brunet was in the mood for some down time and it appeared so did Hutch. Drawing up outside his apartment, he saw Hutch’s old beater parked already and with a twinge of anticipation in his belly, Starsky got out, locked his car and bounded up the steps.

Neither man was gay in the conventional sense, they’d decided that fact months ago. After their undercover job at Bound to Please, the BDSM club where they’d finally arrested The Spaniard, the activities they’d taken part in at the club had become something of a way of life and that led to their realizations of their feelings for each other. And while they loved each other as any other couple would, theirs was the sort of love that had a distinct swerve to what some might call kinky. They enjoyed bondage, some pain play and usually Hutch took the lead, Starsky surprising himself with his ability and yearning to submit to the big blond’s wishes. When Hutch took off like he had done earlier, it usually meant that they would have one of their “together” nights as they’d come to call them. Those night were always intense, sometimes painful, but always erotic in the extreme and both men looked forward to their stolen time together.

Starsky realised he wasn’t wrong when he pushed open his door and stepped inside to see the drapes closed and the room lit by candles. The door to the bedroom stood open and he could see that there too candles left soft shadows playing around the room.

As Starsky paused at the door, Hutch came in from the bathroom, bare chested and with his black jeans on. His flaxen bangs were newly toweled and the towel was still slung around his shoulders.

‘Go shower quick and then I want you in the bedroom,’ the blond said without preamble.

‘What’ve ya got in mind?’ Starsky asked.

‘I’ve got some ideas and they don’t include you answering back. Tonight I want a good little slave boy.’

The words left the brunet weak kneed. ‘Including the collar?’ Starsky asked, his belly flipping with a feeling of excitement and a little fear. Hutch had never hurt him more than he could handle, but there was always a first time and Starsky had so far prided himself on just how much he could tolerate.

‘No collar tonight Starsk. Tonight, you’re on the honor system. Tonight is all about how much you can take. Now go and get yourself cleaned up.’

Starsky walked into the bathroom, stripping off as he went and a moment later Hutch heard the shower start. The blond looked around the bedroom and nodded in satisfaction. He had everything he needed and he hoped Starsky would get as much pleasure out of this as he would. A moment later, his slave boy appeared, a towel wrapped round his waist.

‘Did I say you could wear anything? Take off the towel. I want you naked and on your back on the bed.’ Hutch’s voice had a hardened quality to it that sent a shiver down the brunet’s back and he knew better than to argue. Submissiveness had never been his strong point, but since the club, he’d found a peculiar thrill in bending himself to Hutch’s will. Dropping the towel to the ground, it was evident that the blond’s harsh words were having the desired effect on his partner and Starsky’s cock stood out proud from the centre of his body.

Taking up the desired position on the bed, Starsky closed his eyes, the familiar flutter of fear and anticipation eating away at his guts.

Hutch looked down at the muscled, tanned, hard body on the bed, his own cock springing to life in answer. ‘Relax Starsk. You’ll like this, I promise.’

‘Will it hurt?’ the brunet asked, his voice level, the trust evident.

‘Only in the nicest way. Your body is made for pain, you know that.’

The brunet raised his head to allow his master to fit the blindfold over his eyes and then felt familiar leather cuffs surround his wrists and a moment later, his arms were pulled out sideways to be secured to the side of the bed. His ankles were likewise secured to the foot of the bed, spread wide so that his genitals were exposed and ready for his master to use as he saw fit. The brunet felt the side of the mattress dip and a moment later a warm wetness on the centre of his body.

‘I know they called you Curly, but it’s time I got a clearer view of that lovely cock Starsk,’ Hutch’s voice sounded like velvet and silk. The blond ran a hand through the dense black hair at the base of his slave’s cock, sending a thrill of excitement through Starsky’s body. Seconds later Hutch applied shaving cream to the whole of the area and Starsky hardly dared breathe as he felt the sharp blade start to shave off the hair. The warm water and the feel of his lover’s hands touching him was erotic and he wiggled, trying to get Hutch to take a hold of his dick, seeking more contact and more friction.

‘Careful Muffin, I wouldn’t want the razor to slip,’ the blond said mildly, as he continued his ministrations. ‘Hold still or you’ll be singing falsetto.’

Hutch continued with the shave until he was satisfied that Starsky’s cock and balls were well and truly naked. He tried to keep the touch of his hand to a minimum, wanting the sensations to build over time. It felt odd to Starsky to not have hair there, but at the same time he could feel the occasional touch of Hutch’s hands on him so much more clearly. He could feel the warmth of the blond’s touch and even the cool breath as Hutch blew gently on the newly shorn skin. Starsky hitched a shaky breath and moaned as his lover’s hands moved away.

‘That was step one Starsk. This is step two, the warm up.’

Starsky licked his lips. ‘Mmm sounds nice. Touch me Master, please?’ he said softly.

Hutch slapped harshly at the inside of Starsky’s thigh making his slave jump and hiss in surprise. ‘Do you want me to gag you? No talking unless I say. Just lie back and keep quiet.’

‘Yes Sir,’ the brunet replied properly.

Hutch got up from the bed and Starsky heard him moving around. A moment later, he came back and the mattress dipped again. This time the brunet yelped as the blond applied a nice hot wrap to his testicles, gently wrapping the cloth around the centre of his body and moulding it into place

‘This will make you nice and warm and make your skin more pliable,’ Hutch said softly.

‘Makes it sound like I’m a piece of plasticine.’

‘I told ya to be quiet, didn’t I? If it wasn’t for the fact I want to hear your reactions, I’d gag you here and now. As it is, there’ll be a punishment later.’

‘I’m sorry Hutch. You know I’m a motor mouth. I’ll keep quiet, I promise.’

Hutch chuckled. ‘Don’t know how long for buddy,’ the blond said ominously.

The blond removed the now cooling towel, reached for the baby oil and poured a copious amount onto his palms. He warmed it between his hands and leaned forward, gently cupping his slave’s balls in his hands. Gently, he smoothed the oil over the fresh, naked pink flesh and began to work it into the skin of Starsky’s groin covering the whole area with the slick substance. The brunet squirmed in pleasure in his bonds and a gentle moan escaped his lips. Hutch smiled to himself knowing this was just the beginning. He began to massage all the skin surrounding the brunet’s testicles, but not the balls directly. Carefully he massage in between the orbs with a gentle pumping motion using his thumb and fingers. He worked around the base, pulling down firmly on the skin as he massaged while Starsky made little mewling noises low in his throat.

‘Talk to me Starsk. Tell me how it feels. Describe it to me,’ the blond urged.

‘Feels good. Feels so damned good, like you’re gonna rip my balls off but I know you won’t…..will ya?’

‘No, your family jewels are safe with me babe.’

‘I want you to touch me. I want you to hold me.’

‘I will, but not just yet. Gonna make this last.’

Starsky grinned shyly. ‘You might last, but I don’t how much more of this I can take.’

‘Like I said babe, this is just the start. It’s gonna get so much better.’ Hutch continued his massage for a while longer, then took his hands with his fingers spread apart and gripped his slave’s testicles at the root and lightly pull them down, brought them back up, them pulled them down again, over and over.

Starsky was in seventh heaven. The pressure on his balls and sack was almost unbearable in it’s intensity and yet when Hutch’s hands moved away, he felt the absence almost like a slap on his groin. He groaned, wanting to thrust himself up at his partner, needing more but at the same time fearful of taking more sensation. Hutch changed tack and lightly applied some pressure to Starsky’s balls as he continued massaging and stroking his penis.

The brunet jumped at the first touch on his cock. With no sight, and with Hutch having studiously avoided the shaft of flesh so far, that first touch sent a jolt of electricity through his belly, making him cry out roughly. Hutch smiled wolfishly and continued massaging all around them, working his way around both of the brunet’s balls constantly changing his pattern. He continued to repeat the massage steps over and over again as Starsky cried out into his darkened world, electricity flowing through his groin.

‘Please Hutch…..Master. Please, I need to cum. Please?’ Starsky panted, his body on overload from the amazing stimulation, his hands convulsively clawing at the air.

‘Not yet Muffin. Not till I tell you. Can you hold on?’

‘Dunno….no…..yeah,’ Starsky mumbled, although he was unsure whether he could or not.

The blond changed his approach again, stretching the skin around the base of his slave’s cock and Starsky’s balls. Hutch took hold of the complete sac in his hand and gently started to pull down on the skin, watching it pull taut. He could feel the balls inside and he gently flicked at them, running his thumb over the hardened nodules as he increased the pressure.

‘Oh Christ! God, stop, enough, no….mmmmnnnnn, more, more I need more,’ the brunet moaned.

‘Oh there’s more still to come Starsk, but all in good time.’

After all the massaging exercises, Hutch could see that the skin and balls in his hands were stretched out and appeared to be hanging lower than normal. Starsky wasn’t a small man, but they also appeared to be larger than normal and the blond couldn’t resist bending to lick gently at the two round and hairless orbs. Above him, Starsky bucked and thrust up, seeking even more contact.

Hutch looked up and smiled. ‘This is it Starsk. Are you ready? Now I’m gonna take you to The Edge.’

‘I’m there already. Just finish me, please Master,’ the brunet moaned. His shoulders burned from their confinement and he yearned for Hutch’s hand round his cock and yet the blond had hardly touched him there. But Starsky’s arousal was evident. Drops of pre-cum oozed from the tip of his cock and wept down the rod of flesh, and yet still, Hutch ignored it.

‘I’m gonna take you to the edge now Babe. I’m gonna get you as close to orgasm as possible without really going over the edge, and then I’m gonna keep you there. And each time I take you to the edge additional fluid is gonna release into your sack, which will eventually become so full and the desire to orgasm will become so intense that you’re gonna plead with me. And only when I decide will you get the best orgasm of your life.’

‘I’m there, I’m there,’ Starsky moaned desperately. ‘Just lemme cum huh? Please?’

‘Soon, but not yet.’ Hutch started to run his oily hands all around his captive’s cock and balls , running his hand up and down the length, allowing Starsky to gradually build to an orgasm. The closer he got to cumming, however, the slower Hutch’s hand went and he decreased the pressure. The curly haired man moaned in frustration and tried to thrust himself upwards, the blood roaring in his ears as he desperately tried for release.

Hutch rested a moment, watching his lover taking ragged breaths and trying to calm the twitches in his body. As he started to relax, the blond started again with the same massaging, always stopping just before the moment of release, until the brunet was howling unintelligibly as his head rolled from side to side.

‘Hutch….Master….please. Oh god I need to…..please. Is this the punishment? Did I do something wrong? Please let me….Master you can do what ya like, but just let me cum.’

Hutch had one last trick up his sleeve. Taking his oil on his hands again, Hutch took each one of Starsky’s balls with an even more gentle touch and with all five of his fingertips evenly spaced around each ball he very gently massaged them, as if rolling an egg back and forth. With the absence of stimulus to his cock despite being desperate to cum, the stimulation was not enough to put the brunet over the edge, but it intensified the feelings so that his heart was beating like a trip hammer in his chest and he was in danger of passing out.

With a final flourish, Hutch stopped a moment, knowing that his last little trick would be certain to drive his slave over the edge. The blond took a shoestring and took a hold of the curly haired man’s package, wrapping it around the base of his testicles. He made that it is snug, but that it didn’t pinch the skin. Starsky stiffened as the blond continued to wrap the shoestring it around and around until he had forced his slave’s balls down the the end of the sack. The pressure was enormous and Starsky’s body had broken into a sweat, salty fluid beading across his body and pearling in the hairs of his chest. Hutch gave it a few good tugs to make sure the strands weren’t loose, eliciting a hiss from the bound man. It didn’t hurt him but Starsky’s balls were separated from the body, making them unable to retreat back inside the torso. It made the skin tighter along the shaft of his penis, making it stand out more, as well as making it more sensitive. This also applies to his balls. There was no way they were going to escape Hutch’s devious manipulations now! The string around his balls made ALL of the blond’s touches amplified and the added weight felt oddly erotic. Blindfolded, Starsky could only imagine how they would look, but his imagination was finally blown away when he felt Hutch’s mouth circle his cock.

This time he felt the warm wetness star to pump up and down his shaft. The extra fluid built up in his sac made him feel heavy and sent fluid thrills through his body and with Hutch’s tongue flicking roughly over the tip of his dick he knew he couldn’t hold on much longer.

Suddenly the blond changed position and Starsky felt pressure on either side of his shoulders. Tantalizingly, he felt a weight above him and then the tip of Hutch’s cock touched his lips. Greedily, Starsky opened his mouth, sucking his lover deep inside as the huge rod penetrated him slowly, picking up speed even as the blond own mouth worked on Starsky’s cock. Within a minute, both men were at the point of no return, In his head, Starsky screamed but no noise escaped round the gag of flesh in his mouth, his balls tightening and his load shot down the blonds throat at the same time as he swallowed down Hutch’s offering.

The intensity took him and shook him so that he couldn’t breath and couldn’t think past the electric shocks running through his body. On sensory overload, finally Starsky’s eyes rolled back in his head and with a final shudder, he gave himself over to the warm blackness as Hutch shuffled off of him and looked down at the sweat soaked body beneath him.

Some things were just so worth the wait. Hutch sighed and unfastened the bonds, slipping the blindfold from the brunet’s eyes, curling up next to his exhausted lover as he waited for him to wake up and maybe start on an encore.