Bondage and Marriage - 42

“If it’s too hard, should I take it out?”

Noah quickly nodded his head. If he just did this and then ate dinner, it wouldn’t be fun… But the waiter was still pouring water, and yet, Ian got up from his seat and grabbed Noah’s arm to pull him. Noah looked at the waiter in a flustered way, but soon his arm was twisted behind him and he was pushed down onto the empty table next to them. Noah, who had quickly become absorbed in the smoke, let out a pitiful voice.

“Th-the waiter is… this is a restaurant, you know…”

“Don’t want to take it out? If you want to do it until tomorrow, then do that.”

Noah had guessed as much from the beginning when they rented out the entire restaurant, but seeing the waiter not even blink an eye, it seemed Ian had even hired a separate employee for today. That waiter was one of Tear’s employees, and Noah knew he could even bet his most prized possession (the limited edition Tear merchandise, nicknamed the “eel”).

Lying on the table, Noah’s pants and underwear were gradually removed by Ian’s hands. The waiter, who had perfectly set the table while Ian was molesting Noah, was politely bowing his head, but even the waiter’s presence alone greatly excited Noah. It was fortunate that in his prone position, his own excitement was hidden from Ian.

Ian had completely removed Noah’s pants and underwear, throwing them onto the floor. He then gnawed at Noah’s neck with his teeth, firmly rubbing his own arousal against him. Even though Ian was still fully dressed, Noah could feel how excited he was.

“Ahhh, ungh…”

Noah moaned as the pressure increased with each of Ian’s movements. Unlike when he first put it on, the dildo was now fully inserted, the chastity belt perfectly fitted around his buttocks. Ian briefly pulled on the protruding end of the dildo, and with a squelching sound, the object that had been firmly gripping the back came out a little before going back in as Ian let go of it.

“Ahh, ah… ah…!”

Ian enjoyed grabbing the end and pushing it in and out, delighting in Noah’s pained moans, until he finally undid the chastity belt. As he pulled the leather strap, the dildo slowly slid out. With the long-inserted object removed, Noah panted and gripped the tablecloth.

The warm and slick liquid-soaked chastity belt fell to the floor with a thud. Since there was no need to untie it, Ian simply unzipped his own pants and immediately pushed himself in. The claim he had made about being aroused on the way there seemed to be true, as Ian thrusted his hips hard enough to make the table shake. With each of Ian’s penetrations, Noah let out a stifled groan, scratching the table top in agony before tilting his head back and crying out in distress.

Lately, Ian had been obsessively focused on Noah’s neck, and now he bared his teeth again, biting down painfully and growling. This only further excited Noah. By now, Ian’s relentless thrusting was familiar, but today it almost felt like a caress. Noah moaned, grateful that the tablecloth was white – the stains wouldn’t show as much.

Ian pounded Noah so hard that he was sure to have bruises on his hips from hitting the table edge, before pausing momentarily. Judging by the lukewarm liquid slowly seeping out, he had climaxed. Ian briefly rubbed his spent member against Noah’s cleft, then, having regained some composure, resumed his leisurely thrusts.

Noah had deflated a bit, but soon his own arousal was swelling again, and he let out an “Ah” as he spilled himself onto the tablecloth.

After pounding away for quite some time, Ian climaxed inside Noah twice. During this rather lengthy session, the waiter had remained quietly present. It was only when Ian finally pulled out and called out to the waiter that Noah startled in surprise.

“Napkin.”

“Here you are.”

While Noah flushed to the tips of his ears, Ian took the napkin from the waiter and roughly wiped himself off. Noah, clinging to the table, flinched at the feeling of the fabric against his rear. “Stay still,” Ian growled softly, then pressed the napkin against Noah’s leaking backside.

At first, Noah was surprised, thinking Ian might be cleaning him up, but that wasn’t the case. The smooth fabric gently brushed past, then firmly pushed inside. Startled, Noah squirmed, but the napkin-wrapped fingers pressed the fabric deeper.

Only once half the napkin had been pushed in did Ian stop. But that wasn’t the end of it. Though soft, having the fabric shoved into him was a new experience for Noah, and he trembled (greatly excited) as Ian then used one of Noah’s arms supporting him on the table to pull it behind his back, binding both arms with some unknown cord.

Next, a cloth was tied over Noah’s eyes, obscuring his vision, and a wad of fabric was forced into his open, protesting mouth, quickly pulled tight.

“Mmph, nngh…”

Unable to speak or see, with his arms bound, Noah wobbled and was pushed down to the floor. Grabbing Noah’s hair, Ian positioned him face-down, causing Noah’s bound arms to awkwardly hold his head to the floor, raising his hips.

In a pleased tone, Ian teased Noah’s chin with the toe of his shoe. “Is this your first time, Noah?”

Yes, it is. Truly… amazing. Excited, Noah panted and whimpered softly. This was even better than when Alex had rented a club room for a gang bang on his birthday. Feeling his arousal returning after his previous climax, Noah squirmed.

Suddenly, he wondered if the shoes touching him now were actually Ian’s… or perhaps the waiter’s? This thought made Noah’s cheeks burn. With his eyes covered, his imagination ran wild.

“Alright, bring out the meal now. Ah… and the wine.”

Noah heard Ian’s instructions to the waiter, and swallowed hard as the waiter’s voice came from behind, where his exposed backside was facing. While the waiter went to fetch the food and wine, Noah felt the fabric in his mouth and the one pushed inside him growing damp.

Then, unexpectedly, the fabric in his rear was abruptly pulled out. Noah arched his back, letting out a muffled moan. Before he could even raise his upper body, his hair was grasped, and he was forced back down. Until the waiter arrived, Noah had to endure being tormented in this utterly exposed position, at Ian’s mercy – whether by hand or by shoe…

Noah was not just a hired employee, but an actual waiter who served the wine and food and explained them briefly. Noah was lying on the floor in a relaxed manner, as if he didn’t care. The wine glass was filled with fragrant wine. Noah exhaled calmly without getting too excited, but shivered as the cool liquid poured down his back and buttocks.

“Oh, I spilled it.”

Ian commented as if it was a mistake, while watching the red liquid flow in contrast to the white background. As the waiting waiter poured more wine, Ian intentionally let it flow down Noah’s thighs this time. “I like wine too…” Noah thought absentmindedly as the wine aroma wafted up to his nose, chewing on his napkin.

“Do you want to drink too, Noah?”

“Ugh, um…”

Instead of nodding, Noah shook his head. And Ian dutifully acted against Noah’s refusal. “Oh, if you wanted it so much, you should have said so earlier. It’s already half gone,” Ian said, pretending to be sorry.

“But the wine glass is not enough. What about just drinking straight from the bottle?”

Noah quickly understood what Ian meant and lifted his head, but was soon pushed back down onto the wet floor. While Noah trembled in anticipation, his buttocks were lifted higher and the cold wine bottle was pressed between his legs. Since Noah’s eyes were covered, he couldn’t see who was doing what to him, making his heart race even faster.

As the long, cool, and smooth neck of the wine bottle was fully inserted, Noah let out a high-pitched moan at the strange sensation of the wine trickling in. The wine, colder than when poured on his back, quickly heated up his insides. Noah knew from experience that drinking from the back is much faster to get drunk than drinking through the mouth.

Unidentified hands shook the bottle up and down to help the wine flow in, and stirred Noah’s insides, making him moan into the napkin. Although his head was spinning from the sudden intoxication, Noah was still sober enough, as he had a high alcohol tolerance.

“Don’t spill the expensive wine. If you spill even a little, I’ll make you drink it again.”

“Ugh…”

“Ah, right. Drinking on an empty stomach will just make you sick.”

While struggling to breathe through the cloth-covered mouth, Noah suddenly screamed as something cold was rubbed against his back. Realizing it was ice, he involuntarily squirmed, but was firmly held down. The ice was then pushed into his behind, sending a stinging chill up his spine.

Fruits were then pushed in one after another, followed by more ice. The continuous insertion of the cold objects made Noah writhe in pain and scratch the floor. No matter how much was pushed in, more fruits and ice kept coming. Noah’s own arousal was dripping with clear pre-come as he whimpered pitifully.

After the fifth piece of ice was inserted, the torment finally stopped. Noah shivered from the last piece of ice, feeling numb and dazed from the intense sensations.

“Do you like being fed like this?”

Ian’s mocking voice sounded rather unpleasant, though Noah couldn’t understand why he seemed unhappy while tormenting him. Didn’t they both enjoy this?

As another piece of ice was slowly inserted, Noah involuntarily pulled away, but was quickly yanked back. Moaning and sobbing, Noah finally answered when the cloth was removed from his mouth.

“Yes, I… I like it…”

Noah sniffled, knowing Ian liked it when he cried or whimpered. Unknowingly, Noah even wiggled his hips, asking for more. Suddenly, the blindfold was removed.

Noah blinked as the bright light hurt his eyes. The waiter was gone, and only Ian and Noah remained in the restaurant. Noah wished the waiter was still there – it would have been better. But those thoughts vanished as Ian roughly shoved his fingers inside, making Noah cry out in pain.

As Ian’s fingers scooped out the ice, fruit, and wine, Noah writhed in agony. Ian then pulled Noah towards him by the restraints on his wrists, causing a crushed fruit to stain the floor. Ian spoke coldly.

“Thinking about it, don’t you like something more to eat?”

And with the sound of a zipper being pulled down, Ian inserted himself back into Noah’s behind.

It seems Noah’s suspicion that Ian was in a bad mood was just a misunderstanding. Probably Noah mistook Ian’s lowered voice, which was due to his intense excitement, as a sign of displeasure. Because… Ian kept going at it for a very, very long time after that.

Whether it was Noah lying face down on the floor, or placed on the table in the missionary position, or straddling Ian while sitting on a chair – however many times they did it, Noah eventually felt like his backside was completely worn out. Of course, Noah enjoyed it at first, but later became extremely exhausted, simply moaning as he was rocked back and forth by Ian’s movements. Before, he at least had some exercise at home, but after coming to Ian’s mansion, with no one to nag him, he had just been lazing around, eating and sleeping… Ian’s physical stamina from his daily horseback riding workouts was too much for Noah to handle.

When Ian finally let Noah go, Noah had no idea how much time had passed. Lying on the floor, barely able to move, Noah saw Ian fixing his clothes and with great difficulty, managed to get up. His arms and legs were shaking from the strenuous positions.

“Get dressed. Today is over.”

Hearing Ian’s words, Noah glanced at the restaurant clock and was startled. They had arrived at the restaurant just a little past 8 pm, but now it was well past midnight. Of course, as an alpha, unlike betas and omegas, he was “specialized” in that area, but this… There were a few moments in between where Ian had tormented him with his hands or something else, but to have done that non-stop for four hours straight.

Noah looked at Ian, who was standing there with a slightly troubled expression, staring at Noah’s crumpled suit pants. No matter how much I enjoy your play, this is a bit… Are you even human? Noah couldn’t even put it into words. Perhaps influenced by the sobbing and begging he did while being tormented, Noah’s nose was a bit stuffy as he sniffled and practically crawled on the floor to find his underwear and pants to put on. With his shaking legs, he knew his inner thighs would be completely ruined by tomorrow…

Ian stood with his arms crossed, watching as Noah got dressed. When Noah stood up, holding the table, a lukewarm liquid trickled down between his buttocks. The sensation made Noah shudder. His birth control pill schedule was still a few days away, but…this time, he’d have to take it a bit sooner.

Noah, completely exhausted as if he had run a long marathon, stumbled and could barely walk. Clicking his tongue, Ian roughly grabbed Noah’s arm and pulled him along. Noah desperately tried to walk, putting all his strength into his wobbly legs. With each step, something kept leaking out from behind. Noah could feel his underwear and pants getting wet, but he was too drained to do anything about it. Moreover, since lunch, the only thing Noah had consumed was alcohol, water, and semen – and not even orally.

Pushed into the limousine, Noah reflexively let out a groan and sank into the plush seat. Shivering, as he hadn’t even put on his coat before being dragged out. Noah sniffled a few times and sneezed weakly. “The birthday event was nice and all, but I can’t do it twice, I’m too tired…” he thought, on the verge of dozing off, when suddenly a hand grabbed his ankle.

The sudden tug made Noah startle and squirm as he was pulled down to lie on the seat. Seeing Ian close the window on the driver’s side and unbuckle his pants, Noah’s eyes widened.

“A-Again…?”

Whenever Ian pounced on him, Noah would always encourage him, saying “good job, more.” But this time, he felt it just couldn’t be done. No, even a saint has their limits – this was just… Are you even human? What more could there be?

Without a word, the silent Ian moved his hand, and in Noah’s weakened state, he could only watch as his legs were spread and his pants and underwear removed. Ian inserted his fingers into Noah’s leaking backside. Even though Noah didn’t really need the preparation today, given how much he had been tormented, Ian seemed to be checking something as he moved his fingers with an embarrassing squelching sound. Then, he lifted Noah’s knees to his shoulders and pushed his erect member inside.

As Ian’s length entered him, Noah let out a weak moan. But this time, even Ian seemed a bit drained, as his movements were slower compared to the relentless pounding at the restaurant. Noah lay there, mouth slightly open, just panting, when the expressionless Ian suddenly pulled Noah’s shoulder, driving himself in as deep as possible and climaxing.

And that’s when Noah realized something was different this time.

The swelling sensation filling him up caused Noah to involuntarily let out a short scream. Startled, Noah reflexively tried to push Ian away, but Ian grabbed his wrists. Ian was currently knotting Noah.

The potent, overwhelming alpha pheromones made Noah’s body tremble as he moaned, “Ah, ah…” Even the alcohol from earlier was nothing compared to this intoxicating feeling. Despite his exhausted state, Noah’s body flushed with heat, his thighs quivering. The sudden, massive intrusion made his abdomen feel heavy and painfully full. Unable to even moan, Noah tilted his head back, and a single tear slid down his cheek.

Knotting was an act unique to alphas, a way to mark their partner. During the knotting, the alpha’s pheromones would overwhelm the other, causing them to emit a scent very similar to the alpha’s for quite some time.

Noah, who had never experienced knotting before, despite countless previous encounters, was flustered, panting heavily. The dark, cunning look in Ian’s eyes as he gazed down at Noah was unsettling.

As described by experienced individuals, knotting was both painful and incredibly pleasurable, making one feel completely intoxicated by the alpha pheromones. And indeed, the sensation was true. Noah’s head was spinning, far beyond the effect of the wine earlier, and his lower body was melting in blissful ecstasy, his whole body trembling. Ian leaned in, lightly licking and then biting Noah’s lips.

And as Noah climaxed along with Ian, he lost consciousness completely.