DeLorean - Chains (Patreon)

Hello all,

To give you a taste of what to expect from my forthcoming homoerotic series DeLorean, I have decided to release this short chapter; I hope you enjoy this small teaser of what is to come.

- Magnus

DeLorean - Chains

The chains were cool against the skin, not the numbing chill of ice but a softer feeling that was almost pleasant. Although he had been held by the thick links for some time they were still as chilly as ever to the touch. It was something that Henry absentmindedly thought of as he stood there, completely naked within a quiet, semi-dark room.

Standing bound against the farthest wall of the room the chains held his muscular legs, chest and arms tightly in their embrace. Connected to the wall by thick iron rungs, the chains were also attached to leather cuffs around Henry's wrists and ankles and chinked softly whenever he shifted, the only noise beside his soft breathing to disturb the quiet.

The sight of his naked form would have captivated the attention of any onlooker. A lifetime's love for rugby and amateur wrestling had given him hard muscles and a physically fit body. His thighs and calves were thick and defined, a soft six pack showed how toned his stomach was and even at rest the powerful muscles in his chest, arms and back were visible to the eye. A light covering of brown hair across his limbs and front accented the maleness of his form.

His looks weren't half bad either; there was a rugged handsomeness to his features, a strong jaw and piercing eyes which some of their fans had described as 'soulful', much to his mild embarrassment and the guys' amusement. It had gotten him a lot of attention as the band had become more well-known and he started to receive a number of requests from magazines and websites for photo shoots, the details of some of which quite shocked him at first on how risqué they wanted him to be in the shoots. That was nothing though compared to some of the requests their fans had asked of him. What would those fans say now though if they could see him currently tied up like this, completely bare and restrained?

Being in the band though was the best thing that had ever happened to him. DeLorean, a rock-indie four piece of which Henry was the drummer and back-up vocals, had rapidly become a hit on the UK indie music scene during the last couple of years. Gradually building up attention and interest during their first year gigging while studying at university, they had then truly exploded during the summer of the second year; two months of solid touring across the country had seen crowds of music hungry teenagers and uni students shouting their songs to the roof. Then there was his genuine and deep friendships with each of his band mates; Tim, Dillon and Marco. The guys made the whole experience, all the times of practise and stress from shows and touring, worthwhile. Yes, it was difficult managing being in the band and being a full time student, especially now he was going into his intense final year. He wouldn't trade it for anything though and he felt genuine contentment in his relationships and the work he was doing. On occasion however he would feel a growing need inside him, a rising desire for a particular kind of pleasure. He knew where he had to turn to in order to satisfy this craving.

Across from where he stood the door to the room swung soundlessly open. The other side of the door didn't appear as a normal door but instead as a full-sized bookcase. It was the perfect cover to conceal the hidden door into this secret pleasure room. Through the opening his band mate and best friend Dillon entered, humming to himself. He had changed from the hoodie and jeans he was wearing earlier when he had greeted Henry at his front door and now wore a loose silk bathrobe open at the front, revealing he was wearing a pair of tight black boxers and nothing else. His lightly tanned skin looking particularly attractive in the low lighting and lounging attire he was in. There was barely a sound as the door swung closed behind him, a small 'click' as the bookcase went back into place.

'How are you feeling?' Dillon asked nonchalantly, crossing over to inspect Henry, running his eyes over his bound body with a small smile on his lips. He tested the tightest of his bounds and then let his hand drop down to rest lightly on Henry's muscular chest. 'Suitably relaxed I trust?' he trailed his fingertips through the downy fur on Henry's chest and then across the abs of his hard stomach, the sensations sending shivers down the bound man's spine.

'I think I might be' Henry said huskily, feeling himself starting to become aroused now Dillon had joined him. The sight of him undressed started to give him naughty ideas of exactly what he would like to do to his friend at this moment. Dillon was more willowy then Henry, slender and ever so slightly taller than him. He lacked Henry's muscles as fitness wasn't his cup of tea. Instead he kept healthy through a careful diet which left him with a thin figure and soft healthy skin, skin so soft it was smooth and flawless to the touch as you ran your hands over it. Even the hair on Dillon's arms and legs felt light and springy, something Henry recalled well from past experience.

Dillon ran his hands back over Henry's upper body, feeling and gently massaging the hard muscles in his chest. 'Really? You still feel a little...tense all over. It doesn't seem as though you are fully relaxed, not just yet' he said with a smile, stepping in closer until their bodies were almost touching. With both hands he started to gently run his fingers up and down over Henry's torso, ever so lightly trailing them along his friend's chest, down to his abs and then back up again. At times he used his nails instead of his fingers to trace across the skin, just enough for it to be felt and not leave marks.

Gradually he started to let his hands roam more, moving from Henry's developed pecs and toned stomach up to his thick shoulders, neck and the sides of his body. Rubbing, touching, probing and at times pinching, Dillon's hands skilfully teased and delighted Henry's body in equal measure. The sensation of being touched like this, of just relinquishing all control and letting his body be explored and felt, was incredibly arousing to Henry. Eyes half-closed, low moans escaped his lips as he lost himself in the pleasures he was experiencing.

Seeing Henry was distracted, Dillon quietly reached over, took Henry's right nipple between his fingers and slowly twisted it. The sudden, unexpected soft pain made Henry gasp in surprise. Dillon smirked at his friend's reaction. Personality-wise he was quite laid back and easy going, a dreamer and lover of art who enjoyed strumming his guitar as much as heading out with his friends. There was another side to him though, a kinky, wild aspect of his character that only came out at times like this.

Gently, ever so gently, he twisted the erect nipple back and forth, always pulling it just enough to be felt a little bit more intensely each time without it turning too painful. As he continued to thumb that nipple Dillon reached over and started to pull at the other, untouched nipple. Henry's moans went deeper. With a fine skill Dillon teased Henry’s tolerance to its near limits, pushing him to the edge between pleasure and pain. After a few minutes Dillon stopped and let go of Henry's now fully erect nipples, both of which were slightly red, a little sore and tingling.

From a nearby side table Dillon picked up a soft leather strap and ran it over Henry's thigh. With care he then softly slapped Henry across the upper thigh, sending sharp pinpricks across his skin. Dillon then struck him again but this time underneath his chest, on his right side. More slaps came, across his abs, calves, arms and other places. With each slap he could feel the pleasure lingering, his body aflame in each part that was caressed and struck by the strap. Sweat trailed down his skin as he felt the blood pounding through his body. His cock had stirred to life during all of the teasing and now it was fully hard and twitching each time the strap struck him. He was in such an aroused state that his thoughts were completely dominated by his rampant desires and need to relieve the sexual tension he was feeling.

Dillon came in close, just out of the reach of Henry's mouth if he wanted to try to go in for a kiss. Laying a hand on Henry's chest he could feel the heat radiating from him and the fast beating of the heart beneath his palm. 'You seem to be suitably relaxed now' he said with a smirk, amused at the sight of just how aroused his friend was. 'So, what do you fancy doing now?' he asked, savouring the warmth he could feel coming from his friend's rapidly beating heart.

Henry was panting. There was a hunger in his eyes, a clear and deep desire. 'You' he said as he calmed down his breathing 'I want you now.'

'Oh?' Dillon said quietly to that. He squeezed out a small drop of lube into his hand and dropped it down to Henry's flaming engorged member, aching at the lack of attention in its aroused state. 'Are you sure about that?' he asked softly as he slowly rolled back his foreskin and then carefully started to rub his palm over the top of Henry's exposed cock head. Being so stimulated by their playing about, Henry's cock was now super sensitive and the roughness of his friend's palm passing over his cock head sent shivers running up through his groin and down his legs and back.

With deliberate slowness Dillon rubbed his palm back and forth around the warm head in a circling motion. Over and over again he moved his hand round the head, letting the pleasure build up in his organ and taking him to a point of intensity that was almost too much before relenting for a few moments before starting once more. Henry was starting to writhe in his bonds as the sensations were becoming too much, his hands clutching at the chains and toes curling up as his manhood throbbed with pleasure. Seeing that Henry was starting to come close to orgasm, Dillon changed the position of his hand, taking hold of Henry's cock just below the head. He then started to roll his thumb over the curve of it, causing the bound man to gasp at the change in feeling and motion.

All this constant teasing, this expertly applied pleasure, left Henry panting and constantly close to the brink of losing it. There was no self-control left in his mind or body now; if it wasn't for these restraints he would have pounced on Dillon already and would be savaging him, sating both of their desires with wild, rough lovemaking. It seemed Dillon was of the same mind because he was growing more mischievous and pushing Henry further to a point where the pleasure would be too much for him to last. His eyes were twinkling as he leaned in, listening to Henry's sharp intakes of breath with barely contained excitement...

All of a sudden a small 'tring' sound interrupted them, dispelling the mood. Dillon glanced with some annoyance at his phone as it went off where he had left on the other side of the room. 

'Oh damn it' he said to himself. He let go of Henry's throbbing cock and crossed over to check his phone. 'That was the reminder going off I set to let us know it is getting close to the guys coming over. I didn't think so much time had passed though' Dillon said as he turned off the alarm. 

'We need to get going otherwise it won't be long until Tim and Marco are here' Dillon wandered back over to Henry, thinking to himself. 'Let's see…I think we should just have enough time to do something before we have to go.'

'Enough time for what?' Henry asked, half-aware of what Dillon was saying in his current state.

'This' He unexpectedly grabbed Henry's erection and started to rapidly wank his shaft, tugging and pulling at the hardness with an experienced, fast motion. He was milking Henry's cock with powerful strokes, the lube that had coated the organ with before allowing his hand to be a blur along the shaft. It was sudden, intense, and incredibly arousing. Henry's whole body tensed as his manhood was being wanked furiously, relentlessly being worked on by Dillon's strong grip.

Moving from wanking Henry's shaft Dillon reached down and started pulling on his big furry balls, fingers stroking and touching the soft flesh of his sack. He alternated fondling his ball sack to running his hand from the base of his shaft to rub his pulsing fiery red cock head once more. This intense touching was almost too much to endure for Henry, gasping as his cock throbbed uncontrollably at this over-simulation and which caused his body to tremble and shake in kind.

Sensing that Henry was near his limits Dillon went back to gripping Henry's shaft and focusing on wanking it. He leaned in closer, his own breathing heavy as he worked hard pumping his arm back and forth. His closeness only made it more intense for Henry, the feeling of Dillon's breath on his skin, the nearness of their bodies almost touching...part of him fought to hold back the orgasm he could feel building deep in his groin. However, the more he fought against it, the stronger it became until he couldn't hold the surging feeling anymore.

With a hoarse yell Henry felt his cock swell and explode in Dillon's hand, his seed shooting out in bursts through the air. Still Dillon continued to rub his throbbing cock, causing more of his seed to fire out from his slit and Henry to cry out as his orgasm tore through his body. The whiteness of his seed glistened on the stone floor, shining white pearls of concentrated, spent desire.

Henry half slumped against the back wall, supported upright by that bindings that held him. Breathing in rasping gasps, his body was shaking from the intensity of his orgasm he had just experienced. His dick continued to twitch and remain half erect from the blood and adrenaline that was thundering in his veins. Dillon finally let go of his cock but he continued to tease it, slowly tracing his finger lightly back and forth over the shaft, smirking slightly as he saw his friend jump a bit whenever it got a bit too sensitive but was too weak to barely move a muscle. 

'Looks like you are feeling a bit more satisfied now' he said quietly, a little out of breath himself but he hid it underneath an air of disinterest. He straightened himself and closed his lounging robe, not quite concealing his own raging hard on that he currently had. Picking up his phone from the side, he glanced at the time.

'It looks like you should have just enough time to clean up and get changed before the guys arrive.' He drew a key from the pocket of his lounging robe and unlocked Henry's restraints. As the spent man slumped against the wall, Dillon took hold of his chin and lifted his head for a deep, full kiss. He made a noise of contentment as he pulled back and looked with amusement at Henry's exhausted face. 

'I think I can trust you to remember where the shower is' he patted Henry's cheek 'I'll see you in the living room shortly.' 

With that he sauntered out of the room, leaving a very tired and satisfied Henry to get up and freshen up for the night with the guys ahead.