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Ending up roommates with someone as different from you as Eustass Kid was, had been a tale for the ages. The short version of a long story was that you were specifically looking for someone all big and menacing to act as a sort of deterrent. You were upfront about it, and covered more of the financial expenses of the rent as compensation.
In a manner of speaking, Kid was a part time body guard for you. Not in a take a bullet kind of way, but he legitimately lived in the 2-bedroom apartment with you, so if someone decided to harass you, Kid had every right to show them the door.
His trustworthiness had been vetted through your friend Quincy, and for the last few months, the two of you had been sharing space.
Kid was, surprisingly, the best roommate you’d ever had. He wasn’t a neat freak, but he cleaned up after himself and helped keep the common spaces clear. He didn’t use much more than different toned grunts in the morning, at least not until he had some coffee, but for someone who was just so BIG, he didn’t make a lot of noise.
If he ever brought someone over you’d never noticed. He could blow his ears out listening to music, but the headset he had was incredible.
One day you’d say he was as quiet as a mouse, which was impressive for someone who was 6’9” and made of bricks. Kid had laughed, a full on belly laugh that was kind of endearing, and declared that if anyone was the mouse in this situation, it was you.
And the nickname stuck.
Right now, Kid was out of the apartment, and was going to be gone for a few hours at least, if not the whole night. Some celebration or another among him and his friends. He offered you an invite, warning you that they could get rowdy and really loud, but he’d look out for you, and you’d declined. It was sweet to be included, but you’d rather meet his friends in a more low key setting first.
Kid agreed, locked the door behind him, and left you home alone.
Not wanting to waste a good block of time, you got your kit out. It was everything you needed for some self-bondage. Quiet and reserved, it was a need no one ever expected, and after it had sent a few past flames running for the hills, you just didn’t bring it up anymore.
You had time-release locks, cuffs, a chastity belt, plugs and vibrators, the control for which you were going to lock in a box after you turned them on (with the key to the box frozen inside a small block of ice, so even if the timer’s wore off, it might not be melted), a gag, and a hammer - in case you absolutely needed to turn the vibrators off.
It took a good twenty minutes to get everything set, but it was worth it. The stimulation from the vibes was set low enough to just edge you, since you’d learned long ago that forcing orgasms when you couldn’t turn off the vibrators could get painful. You’d get your orgasms once the block thawed and you could crank up the controls, throw off the restraints and add some pressure to the vibrations.
Pulling against the tension of the binds sent sweet thrills through you. Trying to wriggle and work to get free, or earn yourself a little bit more movement was a fun little game. You were getting better at knots and slips, raising the bar a little more each time.
You weren’t trying to make an escape game this time, sticking to chains to restrict your reach. The clink of the chain lengths, the pressure of the leather cuffs against your wrists as you tried to even just touch one of the locks. You’d need to touch them a little to knock them loose once they released, otherwise you might be stuck in chains until Kid comes home.
There’s the sound of a click that’s not from you, and you freeze. It might have been the door, but you were so focused on the sounds of your own chains, you weren’t sure.
Holding your breath, you strain to hear, and realize that it’s hard to hear over the sudden pounding of your own heart. If someone has broken into the apartment, you’re in the worse possible situation. You wouldn’t be able to defend yourself, never mind trying to call for help, not with a big red rubber ball gag pulled snug against your face.
Your phone was nearby, but your hands were in mittens. You had just enough control to do an emergency dial and whimper into the phone if something went really wrong, but that wasn’t going to do you any good right now. Access to emergency services was a level of safety all your other planning was meant to avoid needing.
Finally, you hear the plod of boots against the hardwood floor of the apartment. You don’t know if you want it to be Kid or an intruder. You didn’t think Kid would decide to move out if he learned that you were some freak who tied yourself up, but you hadn’t wanted to risk it.
Not even Quincy knew you did this, and you and her talked about a lot.
You nearly leap out of your skin when you hear Kid’s voice on the other side of the door.
“Did ya’ already fall asleep?” He’s muttering more to himself than anything else, and you realize he must’ve called out to you when he came back in. Lost in your chains and pleasures, you hadn’t heard him.
You can’t say anything to reassure him, not without sounding very clearly gagged. So you try to quiet your own breathing, trying not to move so you don’t make any sound with the chains.
Hearing him grunt he moves away from your door and moves around the apartment. He’s not stomping, but he’s not being as quiet as he usually is. Not having him right outside your door lets you relax a little bit and you try to get yourself to relax. He probably isn’t home for good, having come back just to get something he must’ve forgot before heading back out, so all you have to do is give him a few minutes to leave again.
The situation is making you think that next time you’ll make sure he’s gotten to where he’s going before you start getting setup.
Boot steps come out of his room again, but he doesn’t head down the hall to the door, he’s heading back to your door again.
You can’t even squeak before he opens the door.
Kid’s eyes come up from his phone and land on your own wide-eyed gaze. The split second of understanding widens his eyes for a second. It’s not a long pause, but it’s long enough you can feel the heat bubbling up from your thighs to your face.
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
You swear your brain made the record scratch sound all on its own. It wasn’t disgust, or surprise, or anything remotely negative. The look on his face matches his words, and you can’t handle looking at him. It’s making you acutely aware of the low vibrators still going.
“Hang on,” he says setting his phone down on your dresser before he kneels down by you. “Sorry, but I need to be able to understand ya.”
Eustass Kid reaches around you carefully and undoes the strap to the leather gag. You work your jaw a little when he pulls it free, glancing up at him before looking away again.
“Aww, don’t be shy mouse,” he says teasingly. “I’ll take yer secret to the grave. I wanted to take a moment to chat before I left again so you didn’t go worrying about it.”
“You’re not going to move out, right?” You ask quietly.
“Hah? Move out? Over this?” Kid’s tilting your chin up before either of you can think about it, and you can watch the blood flush into his fair cheeks almost immediately. “Hells.” He puts a hand up covering your face as he turns away. “Fuck you’re cute all the time, but this is too goddamned much.”
Cute?
“I figured I was the freak between the two of us,” he says, clearing his throat, before moving his hand away and glancing down at you with a grin. “I probably am, actually, if we start getting into the brass tacks, but I ain’t gonna go judgin’ you over a little self-bondage, mouse. You got a nice set up too.”
“Th-thanks.”
“Mm… Alright, look, I’mma ask, and you can say no - and I mean it mouse, you ain’t gotta agree to shit you don’t want, but I’m dying here. If I don’t ask I’mma be thinking about how I shoulda asked all night.”
“Sure?” You squirm involuntarily as the tension from his proximity runs through you.
“Let me dom you.”
It was like he’d walked in on you all over again. Your brain crashes a bit, and you look at him blankly for a second. This time however, Kid has a grin on his face that promises he hasn’t misspoke, and he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Like a… like um…”
“Like a session,” he says. “Couple of hours. You, me, some rope, a few earth-shaking orgasms. Decide you enjoy it and we can do it again.”
You can feel the heat rush into your face. “L-like fuck buddies?”
“Good christ, you’re adorable.” He reaches out and firmly grabs your hair, tucking it against the base of your neck and holding your face close to his. “We can worry about the details another time, don’t sweat it. Just decide if you want me to tie you up in ways you can’t do to yourself, and tease you until you’re begging me to cum.”
Tilting your head, he closes the distance, speaking low into your ear. “Wrap me around your finger, mouse, and I’ll wrap you around mine until yer squirting into my hand.”
Fuck.
“Please,” you gasp, your body answering before your mind can hope to over think it.
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Alright, let me put this back in and leave you to it tonight, we can talk-.”
“Now, please-ah- wait, I mean…” Kid has stopped moving at your interruption, looking down at you and waiting for you to say more. “If… if you don’t mind staying just… just a little more.”
“… I can do that.” He agrees. “Whatcha need from me, mouse?” His words press into your skin like kisses, even though he hasn’t moved yet.
“Break-break the ice and open the box.” You request.
Kid picks up the big ice cube, holding it over your legs and letting the cold water drip onto your thighs until you move your legs. When you end up with them parted he sets the block between your knees, standing up and pressing his boot on it.
Leaning back, you look down at the big boot between your legs, and open them wider as he slowly crushes the big cube under the thick treads. You might not ever be able to explain why it was one of the hottest things you’d ever seen, but suddenly you wanted to just watch him crush things beneath his boot like that.
Could you cum if he pressed those treads against your cunt?
The crack and crumble of ice gives way to the soft clink of metal against wood. The toe of Kid’s boot taps the metal of your chastity belt gently before he steps back enough to bend down and pick up the key. You can feel his eyes lingering on you, and you aren’t sure if your bra is going to survive this little impromptu session.
Unlocking the box, he tosses the key and the lock onto your bed with barely a look, before he opens the box. The smile on his face is enough to make you whimper softly.
“Oh.” Closing the box, he sets it aside, picking up the gag he’d removed earlier. “Let’s put this back in first. It’s not really gonna muffle the noise you’ll make when I get you to cum, but it’ll look hot.”
You can feel the heat rush into your cheeks, your mouth had already been open when he’d said he was going to put the gag back in, the dense rubber already between your teeth when he admits it won’t muffle your sounds.
Looking around he grabs the chair from your desk, raises it all the way up, and sits down with the box, looking down at you.
“Let’s see what this one does.” He says, grabbing one of the remotes and cranking it all the way up. The little vibe against your left nipple cranks up and you squirm, twisting and grunting softly. “Oh, then this one is the other one.”
He cranks up another one and the one on your right nipple rushes into life. You twist and curl, trying to get away from the harsh vibrations. Kid watches you grunt and fret and struggle. You don’t have enough reach with your wrists bound to the chastity belt to reach your breasts. You couldn’t reach any of your sensitive places with your hands, and you could just barely release the time locks holding your hands in place.
But right now you didn’t really give a shit about the locks anyway.
Shaking your shoulders back and forth you make your chest wiggle, but it’s not enough to catch the tape on the seams of your bra and give you any relief. If anything the shift of fabric just makes it worse.
The vibrations settle after another moment of torment, and you sag in relief. You’ve been on your knees, so it’s not like you’re going to just crumple onto the floor.
“There’s three more in here… So…” He wiggles the toe of his boot into your line of sight, prompting you to look up at him. “Ass, pussy and clit, yeah?”
It’s hard to face those eyes when he asks like that. You look away, but still nod.
“I bet you like being embarrassed.” He says, and when you can’t look at him, you already know he has all the answer he needs.
He sets his foot between your knees again. “Since I’m not taking that belt off for this little impromptu bit, mouse, you’re going to have to tell me which is which. So when I turn one up, if it’s in yer ass then get on your knees and wiggle that cute little ass at me.
“If it’s in your pussy, then get on your knees and pretend like you’re riding it.” When you look up at him in mild confusion he grins. “Like yer bouncing on it, yeah?” You nod, looking away again and he taps his boot against the floor. “If it’s the one on your clit, then come over here and grind on my boot.”
“So this one,” he turns one up and you feel the one inside your vagina whir into maddening life. Bracing yourself with your legs you wiggle your hips. “You can do better than that,” Kid chides, firmly grabbing your chin in his large hand, and forcing you to look up at him.
“Lean back a little and let those tits bounce.” He commands.
You lean back, but he doesn’t let go of your face, keeping your eyes on him as you bounce more than you did the first time. You’re never going to be able to look at him the same way again, but you don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing.
“There we go, good girl.” He praises you, and you whimper.
The toothy grin on his face practically has horns growing out of his head for a second before he releases your jaw and picks up another remote.
“This one should be yer ass.” He says, cranking it up. He hasn’t turned the one inside you off, but you still turn around and bend over, wiggling your ass in his direction. “I’m dying to sit down and talk boundaries with you, I wanna smack the moans out of that ass already.”
You’ve never done impact play before, but the way Kid talks about things you think you could try some stuff at least once.
More if you like it.
It’s a bit of a struggle to pull yourself upright when the vibe against your clit cranks up, but you manage it, huffing and whimpering as Kid lets you wiggle and shuffle your way over to his boot. The vibe on your clit rattles against the metal curve of the chastity belt when you press into Kid’s laces. The loud sound is enough to make the blood rush under your skin in embarrassment, but you don’t pull away.
The pressure feels good, especially with the other vibrators still going. You kind of wish you could feel his laces against your pussy, but maybe another day.
The vibes on your nipples turn back on, and you whine, grinding into him harder. You nuzzle your face against the inside of his knee, glancing up enough to see that he’s certainly enjoying himself. The tension in his pants is going to send that zipper flying, and while you figured he was hung before now, you’re pretty sure he’s got something almost scary going on.
The kind of cock you have to be careful with if you don’t want to get hurt.
“Look at you starin’ at my dick like it’s candy.” He murmurs, and you look up in surprise to see him looking down at you. “Don’t get distracted now, ride my boot and imagine me inside you.”
Kid tosses the box with the controllers off to the side, out of reach of both of you, and reaches out, letting you nuzzle your face into the palm of his hand. He’s watching you grind against him, completely unconcerned about the loud rattle of the vibe against the belt.
When his thumb slips over your drool coated lip you gasp at the sensation.
“Mm, I bet you’d scream into my mouth real nice.” His boot shifts a little and you yelp. Once you adjust it’s easier to grind into him, his hand on your face steadying you since you’re still bound. “There you go. Chase that high.
“Poor little mouse, your eyes are all unfocused, you’re so into this you’re just fuckin’ gone right now. Bet yer really thinking about me railin’ the fuck out of you.” Kid isn’t talking loud, you can barely hear him over the vibrators, but the intent is clear to you.
He’s going to eat you alive.
Maybe not tonight, but one day. You’re going to agree to what he wants to do to you, and he’s going to do everything you let him, and you’ll be caught in the sweetest mouse trap. Maybe one day it’ll be more than a hookup, more than two freaks filling the needs of the others.
But as the sweet pleasure builds, you don’t really care.
As your legs begin to shiver and Kid raises his boot higher, leaving you to wriggle against his leg, you don’t really care what tomorrow brings. As you grunt and groan into his hand, eyes rolling back as the sweet pleasure curls your toes and your legs. How easily he steadies you while you cum against him, limbs off the floor, hips shuddering from pleasure.
“I knew that was going to be hot as fuck, but this is even better than I pictured.” He admits, setting you down carefully. You’re twitching and whimpering from the overstimulation, but Kid gets the toys turned off quick enough.
Hunched over and gasping in heavy, hot breaths, forced past the gag, he takes it off for you and scoops you up into his lap.
“Good job, mouse.” He praises and you hide your face in his chest. You can hear and feel him laugh. “You’re surprisingly fierce most of the time, this is adorable.”
“No one’s praised me before.” You admit. “I don’t know what to do with it.”
“Cum from it, if you want.” Kid snorts. The delivery makes you laugh, easing some of the tension you’d been feeling since he walked in on you. “Sorry about barging in like that.”
“I… can’t really complain.” You reply, breathing in deep and relaxing a little more. “Sorry for making you late to the party.”
“Kill’ll forgive me.” He says. “Want me to stay until the locks pop?”
“If you press them down for three seconds, they’ll release.” You explain, turning a little to make it easier for him.
Kid obliges, and helps you get the first couple locks off so you can take care of the rest on your own.
“You wanna come?” He asks as he starts to collect his phone and check that he still has his wallet.
“I… just did?” You tilt your head, and the two of you look at each other in confusion for a solid second before Kid starts laughing.
“To the party!” he barks, still laughing. “Do ya’ wanna come to the party?”
You flinch, your face flushing with a different kind of embarrassment.
“N-nah.” You answer after a moment. “I need a shower and all of that stuff, you’d be way too late getting back. I… I would like to meet your friends though. I’ve heard Quincy talk about some of the others, but I never really, I mean, I didn’t want to intrude.”
“Humph, alright.” Kid ruffles your hair. “Dream sweet, little mouse,” he says as he heads out. “We’ll talk more tomorrow.”