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Merlin was excited.
Arthur had texted him earlier in the day and had instructed him to undress and wait for him, kneeling naked in their play room when he got home from work.
He had already had a wank in the toilets earlier (Arthur hadn't told him he couldn't), and that had taken a little of the nervous edge off of it. But he was still tingling with excitement. He always was when they played like this. His mind racing with all sorts of possibilities.
But Arthur knew exactly what he needed. And he would make Merlin wait, and wait, and wait some more, until he slipped into that blissful compliant state where Arthur could do anything to him.
As he let himself in, Merlin kicked off his shoes and placed down his backpack.
He hurried towards the play room, turning the handle to find it open. Arthur usually kept it locked to stop any friends or relatives stumbling on their more salacious activities. Not that it would surprise most of them. They had many friends who were into similar things.
But there were other people who had no idea that Merlin loved to be dominated. The idea of some people finding out made him squirm with embarrassment.
He let himself into the room and looked around.
There wasn't anything around to give him any clues about what Arthur had planned, but there never were. Arthur was meticulous about putting their toys away and keeping the space clean, neat and tidy. He did it all himself, not willing to risk Merlin finding any new toys he'd yet to use.
Merlin went over to the sofa and started to undress, folding his clothing neatly, then placing them on the seat.
He was sorely tempted to leave something draping on the floor. Arthur had spanked him with a paddle until he had cried the last time he’d done that, and it had been tender for him to sit for a week afterwards. Merlin would rather enjoy a repeat of that. But he also wanted to know what Arthur had planned for tonight.
So instead, he did as he'd been instructed and went to kneel on the floor, facing away from the door.
He assumed the position Arthur had trained him to take, his shoulders back and his arms crossed behind his back. His cock sat at half-mast between his legs. But he knew he shouldn't touch it.
Idly, he wondered how long Arthur would make him wait this time.
There was no clock in the room, so Merlin never had any way of knowing how long things were taking or how long he'd been in subspace.
He shifted his weight a bit to be more comfortable, though as always, Arthur had thought of that too when creating the room. The floor was some kind of soft lino material; easy to clean, but provided some cushioning for the knees.
The play room pre-dated Merlin as far as he knew. It was here when he moved in. He felt a stab of jealousy when he wondered who else Arthur used it with.
They had been a couple for over a year now, but Merlin still worried sometimes that Arthur might grow bored with him and move on, and Merlin didn't know what he'd do then. Arthur was his first Dom. He'd never been brave enough to do anything before he'd walked into the club all those months ago, and he was sure he'd never trust anyone as much as he trusted Arthur.
Merlin scolded himself. He was supposed to be waiting.
Not worrying or catastrophising or being jealous.
He only had to wait.
Closing his eyes, Merlin started to take some long deep breaths until his mind started to quiet and instead of losing himself to his thoughts, he listened to the sound of his own breathing and the quiet hum of the lights overhead.
He wasn't sure how long he'd waited. He blinked his eyes open when he heard the door click open and Arthur's footsteps sounded as he walked into the room.
He came around and stood in front of him, he tilted Merlin's chin until he was looking up at him.
“What a good boy,” he said approvingly. “All ready and waiting for me, just as I asked.”
He walked behind Merlin and tied a blindfold over his eyes.
Merlin's heart started to race. But he stayed there in position. Not moving a muscle.
His cock between his legs started to stiffen again, curving upwards.
He heard Arthur chuckle. He was somewhere behind Merlin now and he was moving something heavy. Merlin strained his ears to try and figure out what he was doing.
Finally Arthur spoke.
“Stand up,” he commanded.
Merlin slowly got to his feet, feeling stiffness in his joints.
Arthur guided him through the room.
“Up,” he said, and Merlin scrambled onto it, touching the edge of what he assumed was some kind of circular table before he was on it.
Arthur pushed him down onto his back and spread his legs and arms. Then he proceeded to strap them down.
Merlin was quivering with excitement now, knowing this was going to be one of those special evenings where Arthur would take him to the very brink of what he could take before bringing him back and taking care of him.
Merlin was safe with him.
“Open your mouth,” Arthur said.
Merlin did as asked and Arthur pressed a ball gag that was ever so slightly too big for Merlin's mouth.
He lifted Merlin's head to fasten it.
Merlin waited to see what Arthur would do next.
He jumped as Arthur trailed his fingers along Merlin's torso and he touched Merlin's cock, tracing a finger tip from the base to the tip.
Merlin whimpered around the gag and arched into the touch, he was so sensitive and hard already.
He felt something cold and smooth being pushed down on to his cock and over his balls and groaned in frustration.
He should have known. He was not to come tonight, not until Arthur let him. Possibly not even then.
Deprived of all of his senses except for his hearing, Merlin continued to listen. But he couldn't quite figure out what Arthur was up to.
He felt a sharp pain as Arthur flicked the end of his cock and knew that was Arthur’s way of telling him he was being too nosey.
Merlin lay back and relaxed his body, trying to let himself drift to where his thought ceased to exist.
He startled again when he felt something slick—Arthur’s fingers—at his hole.
Arthur pushed inside, first with one finger then two, pumping them in and out and scissoring them.
Merlin moaned around the gag, greedy for more. As though he could read Merlin's mind, Arthur pushed in with a third.
And then, before Merlin could do more than enjoy the stretch, they was gone.
He waited quietly for more. The anticipation was killing him almost as much as his nervous excitement.
His body arched and he gasped as something firm and large was pushed into his hole. It wasn't Arthur, Merlin already knew that it wouldn't be. Arthur rarely fucked him when they played like this.
It was a toy.
“There we go,” came Arthur's voice. “I'm going to make dinner. I'll be back later.”
Merlin tried to speak around his gag, pulling at his restraints, but all that came out was a gargle, as he tried to beg Arthur not to leave.
He placed a button in Merlin's right hand, so that Merlin could press it if he wanted to stop, though he'd never used it yet.
Falling back against the table Merlin sighed, surrendering himself to whatever Arthur had planned.
He heard Arthur leave the room and just about in the distance he could hear him moving various things around in the kitchen.
He hadn't been kidding.
Merlin lay there waiting, enjoying the sensation of his hole being full as he clenched around it. But he longed for more. He wanted movement. Something. Being filled like this without it was like torture.
Merlin wriggled a little, trying to induce some movement to get himself off as he lifted his hips and humped into the air, but his restraints held him fast allowing for little to no movement.
He whined with frustration until eventually, he gave in and waited.
Merlin jumped when it first started. He'd almost forgotten about the toy Arthur had pushed into his hole, he'd got so used to feeling full.
He arched up as it pulsed inside him, right against his prostate. Short sharp vibrations that went straight to his restricted cock.
Merlin cried out and squirmed trying to get away from the sensation it was far too much.
He groaned and gasped, his body going taut and tugging at the restraints. But he couldn't get away from it.
Finally the vibrator stopped pulsing and Merlin sagged back on the table, relieved.
His relief was short lived though, as the vibrator soon started again.
Merlin's cock twitched as he gasped and arched again. His body tensing, trying to come. But the cock ring denied him. He shuddered and his thighs trembled as he twitched and jerked, helpless as Arthur had all the control.
He sagged back again as the vibrator reduced down to a low buzzing, yet instant pulsing.
It continued for a long time, leaving Merlin just balancing right on the edge of orgasm. Eventually, he arched up and cried around his gag as his body tried to come again, the low buzz finally tipping him over the edge. Again the ring prevented him from coming.
He fell back yet again, feeling exhausted and on the verge of tears when the vibrator buzzed up to its highest setting. He screamed around the ball in his mouth, his fingers tensing around the button before he loosened them.
No. He wasn't going to press it. He trusted Arthur.
The vibrator carried on pulsing and every single muscle of Merlin's body strained and held taut as he twitched and twitched, his cock pulsing and denied again.
Tears started to roll down his cheeks as every nerve on his body felt as though it was set alight,
Then it stopped and Merlin couldn't so much as think or even listen as he lay there. Completely overwrought his body humming from denial and too much stimulation.
He didn't even realise what was happening when he suddenly felt Arthur by his side. He removed the ball gag and the blindfold from Merlin's eyes.
Merlin's eyes blinked as the world slowly came into focus and he saw Arthur leaning over him, so golden and handsome and gorgeous.
Merlin started to babble despite his sore jaw.
“Please Arthur,” he begged, his voice high and desperate. “ Please, please, please, please!”
He whined and cried out, his body still trembling uncontrollably. As his hips twitched and he tried to come again.
“You've been so good for me,” Arthur said, carding his hand through Merlin's hair. “What a special boy you are. But I need you to hold on for me one last time, okay? Can you do that for me, Merlin?”
Merlin held back a whine that was forming at the back of his throat and nodded his head frantically. He needed this. He needed to come. But Arthur wanted one more thing from him. He could be good. He could hold on.
Arthur smiled and Merlin screamed as he placed a buzzing wand just under the head of Merlin’s swollen and leaking cock.
“Arthur!” he cried out, his breath coming out in sobs.
He was pulled so tight he almost threatened to pull out his restraints. Arthur quickly rolled off the cock ring.
“Come,” he commanded.
And Merlin did beautifully, body bowed, strings of come shooting into the air, as he gasped and sobbed, and then sagged. Completely spent.
“Perfect,” murmured Arthur, pressing a tender kiss to Merlin's forehead as he undid the restraints. “Now let me take care of you.”