Cake: Chapter 1
Part of Cake by subspacenine
"Matt, stop it. I'm nearly done with your birthday cake, then we can do something."
You unwrap your arms from around my waist. I stay focused on mixing the ingredients for your cake but I know you're pouting. "Seriously, I'm almost done. I'll come find you."
"How close are you?" you ask. "You just need to put it in the oven after this, right?" I nod at you, and catch you smiling. "Uh, why are you so happy about that? Matt?" You wink before leaving the room.
I turn on the oven and pour the cake mix into a baking tin, then place the tin on a tray. I place the tray in the oven and close the door. As soon as that happens, I feel you spin me around and push me back against the fridge. "Matt? What are you doing?" Before I know it, you've grabbed both my hands and secured them to the upper fridge handle with a cable tie. "Matt! Mmmf-" you cut off my protests with a kiss.
"You're free now Tom, aren't you?" you say as I pull on my bound wrists. "How long does the cake need to bake for?"
"About an hour. Why?"
You set the timer. "Good. Gives us plenty of time for what I'm going to do to you, boy." You smile again, making me shiver and pull against my bonds.
"Come on, let me go!" I say, but you advance on me with some black bondage tape, and seal my mouth up. "Mmmph!"
You grab my wrists with your hands and slide your hands down my arms and sides, kissing the side of my neck as I turn to one side to give you better access. I feel you undoing the buttons on my shirt, caressing my nipples and chest, playing with my treasure trail before going lower. You strip my pants off, then slowly slide my briefs down, releasing my stiffening cock. As my briefs fall to the floor, leaving me half-naked and tied to a fridge, you step back and slowly remove your shirt and pants, watching me watching you and getting fully hard.
There's nowhere for me to go, so I surrender to your touch as our bodies press against each other, your hands wandering all over me, making me squirm. I buck my hips and grind my cock against your thighs while yours leaves a sticky trail of precum over my stomach. I can feel your lips and teeth on my neck and shoulders. Your hands pull my ass up into you. I'm breathing hard through my nose and moaning behind my gag. You move your hands to my cock, forming a rough fist, and give me several firm strokes. But when I thrust into your hand, you stop moving, keeping me short of the edge. I groan in frustration. You're still smiling, I can tell.
We begin again, with you grinding against my stomach and me trying to rub my cock against your body, but you keep moving and changing position, keeping me frustrated while you move your hands all over my body, fondling and exploring. Again I get very close to cumming, but you sense it and pull away from me moments before it happens, leaving me humping the air and screaming through my gag. "MmmMMMph mmph!" You just laugh while lazily stroking your own hard cock.
We begin again... and again... as you find different ways to tease and edge me, sometimes using just your fingers on my cockhead, sometimes using your mouth and tongue to tease me, sometimes stimulating my hole, and eventually giving me fast, hard strokes that leave me unsatisfied and horny. At one point you're so turned on that you pull my body against yours with one hand while your other hand strokes your cock, hard and fast until you groan loudly and shoot hot streams of your cum all over my stomach and groin, coating me with your cum. The sight of it makes my cock twitch, but I'm not close enough to cum myself. I glare at you as you clean yourself off and continue teasing me, using your cum to give me a wet and sticky handjob. The smell of sweat and musk and a wonderful sponge cake fill the kitchen. We're on the seventh or eighth cycle of teasing and denial when the timer rings. You release my cock from your mouth and go over to the oven to switch it off.
"Mmm, this looks really good," you say. I watch as you remove the cake from the tin and set it on a plate. "But I think it's missing something... it needs a little icing. Don't you think so Tom?"
My eyes go wide as I realise what you're planning, and I try to pull away again but there's nothing I can do. My traitorous cock is still hard, and I want to cum so much I've been leaking precum all over the floor... You hold the cake inches from my cock and finish stroking me to an incredibly intense cum. I try to hold back as much as I can, but it's no use, and we both know it. My orgasm seems to go on for minutes, as I shoot ropes of white cum across the top of the cake, watching perversely but unable to stop myself. We're both breathing hard as you remove the tape from my mouth and cut through the tie holding me in place. I collapse into your arms and we kiss for a long while.
"What are we going to do about the cake Matt?" I sigh. "And no, I'm not going to eat it, as much as I hate to waste anything."
"Why don't we just slice the top off and eat the rest of it?"
"Ugh. How about we just throw it away and I'll go buy a cake from the store."
"What about your sister? I told her I was going to bake a cake for you. She'll want to know what happened to it."
"Tell her that we liked it so much that we ate it all."
"That's so 'American Pie'. She'll never believe that."
The kitchen door opens. "Hello boys. So, what won't I believe?"