POWERLESS by Stella Notecor

David marched out of the conference room and allowed the door to shut loudly.  To think he was being sent to retrieve coffee, as if he were a lowly secretary.  Mark was meeting with the CEO of a small company they hoped to acquire, and when the CEO complained he was thirsty, he sent David to find something to drink.  Considering David set up the meeting, being kicked out was humiliating.

David straightened and turned towards the mess hall. He would retrieve the coffee, but he would not be made to feel powerless.

He’d show Mark how it felt to lose control of a situation.


Mark sighed and slid his key into the door lock. He opened the door and stepped inside his apartment, flicking on the lights. Oddly, the room remained dark.

He wiggled the switch up and down. Nothing. The bulb must have burned out. He headed towards the dim glow of his computer on the other side of the room. The door closed behind him, pitching the room into darkness.

Halfway to the computer, someone grabbed Mark around the waist and covered his mouth with one hand. The person pulled him against his body, and Mark could tell his captor was taller and stronger than him. He froze. The man held him closer. He was naked—his half-hard cock pressed against Mark’s ass.

His assailant pressed a squishy object into his hand. “That is your safe object,” he whispered, his stubble tickling Mark’s ear. He leaned back into his captor, recognizing the man’s voice as David’s.

“Drop the ball, and I stop immediately.” His safe object was a boob-shaped stress ball his brother gave him as a joke after he came out to his family. According to his brother, every man needed a pair of boobs to relax with. Personally, he preferred squeezing a different pair of balls when he was stressed.

“If you understand, nod your head twice.” Mark complied. David’s hands fell away, leaving him standing alone in the middle of the room.

A moment later, cloth brushed against his cheek. The glow of the computer disappeared as it covered his eyes. Before Mark could ask why David had decided to play, a part of the mask was pulled under his chin and tightened so he could not open his mouth.

“Are you able to breathe?”

Mark nodded. The mask didn’t cover his nose.

“Good.” Hands fell to Mark’s shoulders. “Undress yourself.” David’s voice moved away. “I’m turning on the lights.”

The chain of the lamp by his bedroom door jangled. Mark couldn’t tell if the lights came on or not; the mask kept him in the dark. He strained to hear David’s movements as he struggled to take off his clothes with only one free hand.

Mark stripped off his jacket and shirt, dropping them to the floor. A thumping sound came from the corner near his desk.

He kicked off his shoes and socks. The cushions of the couch made a strange “whumpf” as David took a seat.

Mark unbuttoned his slacks and pushed them down to the ground along with his underwear. He bent slowly, allowing David a prime view of his ass from the couch. He straightened up, taking a moment to caress his growing hardness before placing his hands at his side.

He expected to be reprimanded for touching himself without permission, perhaps even spanked. Instead, he heard nothing—no reprimand, no movement.

Just silence.

Mark stood in place for a long time, waiting to see what would happen next. Time stood as still as he did. Finally, growing impatient, Mark made to turn towards the couch.

David’s voice came from near the bedroom door—at least ten feet to the left of the couch. “Do not move.”

Mark froze. He clenched his safe object. David had been sitting on the couch. Mark heard him take a seat, but he never heard him get up.

What was David doing? Why was he making Mark stand still? Thoughts flickered through his mind. The earlier sounds had come from more than one part of the room. Had David invited someone else into the game?

No. They never told anyone about their games, let alone invited them to join in.

Mark was Chief Executive Officer of an international technology company. David was his Chief Technology Officer. The only people they associated with daily were other employees. They couldn’t bring any of them into the game, not without dealing with sexual harassment charges. The only employees even near their ranks were the Chief Financial and Chief Security Officers, and neither man was the type to be interested in the things David and Mark did.

At least… Mark didn’t think they would be interested…

Mark’s hand spasmed, squeezing the boob-ball tighter. David was in charge during the games. He made the decisions, and if he had decided to bring someone into the game tonight, there would be a good reason for it. Mark closed his eyes beneath the blindfold and forced his muscles to relax. He trusted David.

If he listened hard enough, he thought could hear David breathing, but it might have just been the rush of blood through his head. Actually, his head felt a little fuzzy. Mark breathed in deeply, but his head remained strangely empty. He almost felt like he was going to pass out. He continued breathing deeply, and he bent his knees and relaxed his grip on his safe object slightly. Dizziness, quickly followed by a flush rising in his cheeks told him that the increased circulation had sent blood rushing to his head. At least he wasn’t dizzy anymore.

Sweat trickled down his back and legs, tickling as it moved. The room seemed warmer than usual. Beads of sweat slid down his forehead and were caught by the edge of the mask’s blindfold before they could sting his eyes. After the sweat dried, it made Mark itch. He barely kept himself from scratching at the salt trails.

Mark’s legs started to ache. He shifted his weight, trying to give each leg a break. His feet felt numb on the hardwood floor. The squishy boob in his hand grew heavy, pulling on his arm. His whole body felt thick and stiff.

After what felt like hours, David whispered in Mark’s ear, “Good boy.”

Mark tensed, a shudder crawling up his spine.

David placed a hand in the middle of his back and gave him a little push. “Head for the bed.”

Moving forward obediently, Mark trusted David to steer him away from any obstacles. He brushed up against the doorframe to their bedroom, and it helped him orient himself. He sped up, more confident in his location. David’s hand fell away as he outpaced him.

Then he rammed into a chair, crushing his penis painfully. “Nhhhh!” he whined through his nose as he clutched at his crotch.

“Naughty boy.” David’s hand landed on his shoulder. “You know better than to take control.”

He nodded and caressed his throbbing dick. It didn’t hurt half as much as his wounded pride, but it was easier to soothe the physical pain.

David turned him. “Slowly this time.”

Mark shuffled forward.

“Faster.” David swatted his hands. “And no touching.”

He released his dick but kept a firm grip on his boob-ball. Knowing that the furniture had been moved left him feeling lost. What else had been moved? The table? Their bed? He paid close attention to David’s hand on his shoulder, stopping when he squeezed lightly.

“That’s a good boy.” David’s hand drifted up to his hair. “That’s a very good boy.” He rubbed Mark’s head as if he were petting him.

He leaned into the soft touch, tilting his head closer to David’s hand. The tension melted out of his shoulders.

He didn’t need to worry about where he was. David would take care of him.

David’s hand disappeared, snapping Mark out of his relaxed state. “Bend over.”

He bent forward at the waist and stood waiting. Rustling noises came from in front of him—it sounded like the restrains were being readied. The noises stopped, and he strained to hear something else.

David’s hand brushed against his backside. It was the only warning he got before he was promptly smacked on his right buttock. He fell forward and landed on the edge of the bed.

“One—for trying to take control.” David gave him another hard swat on the left side. “Two—for fondling yourself.” A third impact landed in the middle of his ass. “Three—for fondling yourself a second time.”

So David had noticed his misbehavior earlier. His ass burning, Mark wanted to regret it, but he couldn’t, not when it meant having David’s attention focused solely on him.

He rested his weight on his elbows, pulling his face out of the bedspread. Would he be smacked again?

The bed creaked and shifted. “Get up here.”

Mark nodded and scrambled up onto the bed. He knelt, hands resting at his sides, and waited.

In the silence that ensued, every noise seemed twice as loud as it should. David’s breath was harsh and heavy. The slightest movement by either of them made the bed squeak madly. The quiet of the room convinced him they were alone, as he heard nothing but their breathing and the bed. He relaxed a little, letting his muscles unwind.

Mark’s legs ached after a few minutes in the same position. He tried to shift subtly, but the bedsprings gave his movement away.

“Be still,” David snapped.

He froze in place. While gaining David’s attention was always good, displeasing him was a very bad idea. He had been forced to sleep on the couch often enough to know what the impatient tone in his voice meant. David never punished him without reason, but Mark hated having to be punished at all.

Forcing himself to remain still, Mark focused on what he could hear. His heartbeat pounded in his ears. David’s breathing was a soft echo compared to the loud hiss of his own. Each breath he took made his heart race a little faster. His cock was still sore, but it was valiantly rising to the occasion again.

Whoosh! Mark twisted towards the noise and rush of air that accompanied the air conditioner as it kicked on. The sudden movement left him off balance, and he toppled onto his side.

David laughed. Mark cringed and curled into a ball. God, he could be such a wimp. He squeezed his boob-ball. He should have expected the air to kick on—he’d noticed the heat of the apartment before.

David’s laughter trailed off, but Mark contemplated releasing the boob. He didn’t enjoy being humiliated.

A soft caress trailed down his exposed spine. “Sorry,” David murmured. “I didn’t mean to laugh.” The bed creaked. A line of kisses traced the path his hand had taken. “It startled me too.”

Uncurling himself, Mark waited as the kisses moved from his back to his arm. David mouthed apologies as he moved up his body until finally he pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

Humiliation was not part of their games. It never had been, and it never would be. Years of being taunted by school bullies had destroyed any chance of that. But David hadn’t minded when Mark nixed that aspect of power-play.

Mark let David roll him over onto his stomach. He could touch the headboard with his fingertips, and as he shifted, his hand bumped into one of their restrains. He grabbed it, eager to get on with the game and move past his embarrassment.

“Are you sure?”

He nodded, and David shifted next to him, tugging the restrain from his grasp. The rip of Velcro echoed in the room. David slid the cuff around his wrist and tightened it. When he didn’t continue to the other arm, Mark held up his boob-ball and squeezed it.

“Alright, alright.”

David strapped him down, making sure his arms and legs were tightly secured by the restrains. Then he climbed off the bed. Mark heard a creak he thought belonged to a chair.

Then David was back on the edge of the bed. “I bought you a present.” Something brushed against his neck. “Drop your ball if it’s too much.” He slid something over Mark’s head and covered his ears. Just like that, all the soft sounds he had been able to hear before disappeared. His world narrowed down to two senses: touch and smell.

His hearing gone, Mark had to interpret the movements of the bed to figure out what David was doing. The way the bed sunk and then rose suddenly made him think David had climbed off. When there was no movement after that, he decided that was exactly what happened.

Feeling lonely, he turned his head towards where David had been. As he moved, the soft satin of their best sheets rubbed against his stubble. He grinned. The sheets on the bed this morning had been a particularly rough cotton, certainly not something he wanted against his skin when all he could do was feel.

Mark took a deep breath, and his smile widened as far as the mask would let it. The stiff fabric bit into his cheeks, but he couldn't care less. There was a slight scent in the air that he knew didn't belong there. It was the scent of his favorite candle, a clean linen scent that reminded him of his mother. He breathed it in, savoring it. The smell was so light, he never would have noticed it without the mask and earmuffs. The candle hadn't been lit—he couldn't smell any smoke—but it was nearby, probably on the nightstand.

He wriggled a little on the bed, tugging on his restraints. David hadn't told him he had to stay still. He sniffed at the sheets, taking in the scent of their meadow fresh laundry softener. His own musk nearly overpowered it, and he wrinkled his nose. He wouldn't have stopped at the gym after work, or he would have at least showered before he left, if he had known what David was planning.

Normally David gave him some sort of heads-up when they would be playing a game. Even when he didn't tell him, Mark could see it in his posture and the way he acted. At work, David listened attentively and did as he was told, the perfect employee. At home, he and Mark kept things on more equal grounds, sharing the chores and fighting over the remote like a typical vanilla couple.

During their games, David ruled.

Sometimes that total control leaked into their daily lives. The signs were indirect, unnoticeable if you didn’t know to watch for them. David would be subtly dominant at work, nodding politely when given an order, then handing it off to some other unsuspecting employee. At home, he'd fix his gaze on Mark and demand a turn with the remote.

And Mark would acquiesce because he knew what that attitude meant. It meant he could give up control. It meant he could relax, knowing that all he had to worry about was whether David was pleased with him or not.

The subtle messages went both ways. When he was stressed, he'd start to take a step back in the boardroom, letting David do the speaking. Or instead of jockeying over whose turn it was to take out the trash, he'd haul it to the chute without being asked. Usually David would get the hint and he'd take care of him, giving him the break he needed.

Maybe that was the reason behind tonight’s game. Things had been really difficult at the office with a big merger and the acquisition of a smaller company both happening within a month of each other. Mark had been stressed, but he didn’t think he’d been sending out signals. David knew him better than he knew himself though, so maybe he had seen something in Mark that he hadn’t.

The thought made his heart speed up. He’d been with so many guys who didn’t get him, who expected him to always be as in-charge and powerful as he was in the boardroom. David got him in a way no other man ever had.

Mark pressed his cheek into the silky sheet. His evening stubble scraped across the fabric, sending shivers down his spine.

His dick took notice of the sensation. It had been hard for so long he had almost forgotten about it, lost in the dark silence of his thoughts. He remembered it now though, and he rocked his hips slightly, pushing it against the sheets. The satin didn’t have enough friction, so while his movements felt good, they weren’t enough. He rocked harder, grinding into the mattress.

Pain blossomed across his ass. He sucked in a breath. David had spanked him again, harder this time. Evidently moving wasn’t allowed.

He let out his breath in a whoosh as something tickled his left foot. It felt like a feather duster was tracing his footprint, following the edge of his sole from his heel to his toes and back again. Then it slid down the middle of his foot.

Fuck, that tickled! He jerked his foot away from the feather duster. A hand came down on his ass. He froze.

The feather duster returned, this time on his right foot—the more sensitive one. He swallowed hard.

The duster moved up his foot from his toes, past his heel, then his ankle. It traced his calf muscle, making him shiver. His skin prickled with goose bumps as the feathers caught on his leg hair. It slid up the back of his thigh, barely caressing the bottom of his butt cheek, before sliding back down to his foot.

It lingered at his foot this time, swirling in circles at his arch. He held his muscles taut, trying hard to remain still, but his reflexes got the better of him. He twitched, his foot sliding away from the acute stimulation.

Ouch! He was smacked again, quick and hard, and before the pain even had time to fade, the feather duster was back.

He held himself rigid this time. He could stay still if he tried harder. The feathers swirled around the arch of his foot. They tickled so much it hurt, but Mark bit his tongue and held still. After a few minutes, the feathers moved on, and he nearly sighed in relief.

The duster travelled back up his leg to his backside and lingered there, tracing his buttocks and sliding down the crack of his ass to brush against his balls. The sensations were exquisite, but they weren’t enough. He ached to move, to rut against the bed, but he held still, the threat of another spanking heavy in his mind.

At last, the feather duster was pulled away. Instead, David used his fingers to tickle Mark. He started with his feet, both of them at the same time. His short fingernails traced the edges of his feet. Mark shivered involuntarily.

David began to move upwards, drawing patterns on his calves. He lingered in the crease of his knees, then drew zigzag lines up and down his thighs. Each line got closer to Mark’s ass. Finally, he slid one finger across his butt. Still far too gentle for Mark’s preferences, the finger wiggled into his ass crack, then slid down until it stopped at his hole.

The other hand moved to his hip and urged him up. Mark struggled but managed to pull his legs towards his chest, propping his ass up in the air.  The restraints on his arms were too tight to pull them into his body, so he was stuck with his face against the sheets.

The finger on his ass began to press harder. Mark pushed back, opening up for it to slip inside. Shit, he always forgot how much he loved the burn of being stretched open.

The hand on his hip disappeared, and a few moments later, cold lube dripped onto his ass. David’s finger slipped out of him long enough to gather up some lube. Mark relaxed as much as he could, and his muscles easily loosened up enough for two of David’s fingers to press inside.

Something changed then, and David sped up. His fingers brushed against Mark’s prostate, and he moaned. Instead of spanking him, David did it again. Mark arched back into his touch, reveling in the intense pleasure.

A third finger joined in, spreading Mark wide, then a fourth.

The bed shifted and Mark imagined he could hear it squeaking. He pressed his face against the mattress and shoved his ass into the air. He was beyond ready. The fingers disappeared. David settled into place and eased his cock into him. Mark grasped at his arm restraints, holding them tight.

Then David pulled out and slammed back in. He set a harsh pace, hitting Mark’s prostate every time. Mark whimpered under the assault, but he didn’t move. David had control, and Mark was happy to give it to him. His cock ached, but he didn’t even try to reach for it. David gripped his hips and thrust faster, ramming deep inside of him. Shit, he would hurt tomorrow, but right now it felt like bliss.

David tugged on his hips, knocking him off balance. His knees slid across the satin, spreading him uncomfortably wide. His cock barely brushed against the sheets. It wasn’t enough, and yet it was. He could feel his orgasm building up in his balls. Locked in the dark silence, all he could do was feel.

David thrust again and his knees slid even further apart. He could feel a burn in his muscles now. His hamstrings ached, and the only thing that kept him from falling flat onto the bed was David’s harsh grip on his hips.

The pain battled with the pleasure he was feeling. He couldn’t decide whether he wanted to scream or cry.

David released one hip and reached around him. He grasped his cock and tugged.

Mark exploded.

He screamed, though he couldn’t hear it. He lost his balance completely and fell flat on the bed. David slid down along with him, the new position forcing him to shorten his thrusts.

His climax rocketed through him. Without his sight or hearing, every sensation was heightened. He could feel his screams rattling through his bones. His nerves tingled from the tips of his toes to his ears. Even his heart beat felt stronger and faster than normal. As his blood pulsed through his body, his cum leaked out of his cock, an afterthought in the aftermath of his explosion.

Each of David’s thrusts bumped into his ass, scooting his whole body across the slippery sheet.He drifted, losing himself in David’s rhythm until the steady thrusts stuttered to a stop. David collapsed onto him. Mark took a deep breath and pressed himself into his lover. He wanted to feel him inside and all over. David must have though he wanted him to move, for he rolled off Mark’s back.

He began to remove the restraints. Mark lay still as they were removed from his wrists and then his ankles. He smiled when he felt David pull off the earmuffs. The mask came off next.  He opened his eyes slowly. The room was brightly lit, and he had to blink until his eyes adjusted.

David sat next to him, a peculiar look on his face.

“Hi,” Mark croaked. He cleared his throat. “Hi.”

“Hey.” David dropped something on the floor, probably the mask. “You okay?”

Mark held up his boob. Even in the midst of his orgasm, he’d held onto it. “I’m good.”

He nodded. With one fingertip, he brushed a lock of Mark’s hair from his face. “I don’t get you.”


“I tied you up, left you blind and mute, and you grinned about it.”

Mark fought the urge to bury his face in the mattress once more. “Yep.”

“I left you powerless. Didn’t it make you angry?”

He shook his head. “I trust you.”

David frowned, his forehead creasing. “It’s not about trust.”

“But it is.” Mark rolled onto his side and propped his head up on his hand so he could see David’s face better. “I know you won’t abuse the power.”

“And if I did?”

“You wouldn’t.”

David turned away. “I already did.”


His shoulders slumped. “I started a scene angry. I know better than that, but I wanted you to understand.”

Mark sat up completely. He scooted until he could sit on the edge of the bed. Setting aside his boob ball, he grabbed David’s hand. “Understand?”

“I’m not a secretary,” he mumbled.

“No, you’re not,” Mark agreed, though he wasn’t sure where this was going.

David threw his free hand into the air. “I’m not a barista either!”


“Then why send me to get coffee?” He turned to Mark. “Why me? Am I so useless?”

Oh. That’s what this was all about. “No, you’re not useless.” Mark pressed a kiss to his boyfriend’s stubbly cheek. “I was just jealous.”

“Of me?”

“Nope.” He turned David’s head toward him and kissed him hard on the lips. “Of all the attention you were giving to that CEO.” The lecherous old man had spent the entire morning leering at David. “I sent you out because I didn’t want to share you with his greedy eyes.”

David pursed his lips. “You’re lying.”

“And why would I do that?”  Mark shook his head. “You’re much more valuable to me in a sales presentation than you are getting coffee. I just couldn’t stand to have him looking at you.”  He groped his ass. “This is mine.”

“Oh.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry about—” he motioned to the mask on the floor “—all this.”

“Hmm, don’t be. It was perfect.”

“I took my anger out on you.”

“You still kept it safe and consensual. You gave me a safe object and you made sure I was okay when I floundered.” Mark wagged a finger at him. “But if you’re still feeling naughty, I’d be happy to spank you!”

David let out a laugh. “I don’t think so.”

Mark twined his fingers with David’s. “Next time, we should talk first.”

David sighed. “Yeah.”

“But afterwards…” Mark handed him the boob ball. “Well, I like being powerless.”