EXCLUSIVE AUTHOR FLASH-FIC: 'Rough Rope' by Bruce Rose
We at Kimmers' Erotic Book Banter provided author Bruce Rose the below photo prompt and asked him to write a five-hundred word or less short story EXCLUSIVELY for our readers. We think you're gonna love this SENSE-ational peek inside the symphony of bondage in Bruce's story, Rough Rope. Be sure to stop by and visit Bruce to let him know how much you appreciate his talent!
Rough Rope
by Bruce Rose
Bondage has a distinct perfume. The longer the sub lingers in his restraints, the richer the mélange. Hours of twisting and straining infuse the leather with sweat, making it slide against skin, blending the two aromas. Heat lifts that erotic essence to the Dom’s nose, awakening his beast. Humanity falls away, leaving behind a creature focused solely on satisfying his basest primal desires. But the recipe isn’t ready until the sub’s body oil coats the chrome, giving the perfume a sharp metallic note. Fear pounds the bound man’s pulse, just as it does the master, only, the scent that is so dangerously close to the smell of blood terrifies the one and arouses the other.
“I can’t.” He whines like a wounded animal.
Bondage has a distinct sound. Frustration feeds air deeper into the lungs and mangles it as it emerges, shaky and laced with torment. Whimpering cries rise to the Dom’s ears, filling his hungry beast with a need to free the darkest of desires.
“I’ll do anything.” He sniffles as he breathes, compelling the Dom to lean over and lick the tears from his cheeks.
Bondage has a distinct flavor. Pain and pleasure flow in salty drops from both eyes and pores. Such fine wine cannot be bottled. Submissive liquor can only be enjoyed in the now.
“I beg you.” He turns his head away from the Dom’s lapping tongue, encouraging him to rise and seek another avenue of torture.
Bondage has a distinct feel. The Dom wraps rough rope around his hands then slides them along the sub’s chest, focusing on the hard pebbles of his nipples.
Smell, sound, taste, touch coalesce into a symphony—it’s almost enough to transcend the physical world and enter one where human senses fall away to reveal something profound.
“Please.” A lifetime of need distilled into one word.
Bondage has a distinct look, one that this Dom will never know. He lost his sight a year ago and thought he could never become the Dom he’d always longed to be. But then this man came, loving him and trusting him enough to try. Each and every time he gives himself over to his master, he allows him to build a picture in his mind, an image of the two of them seeking their mutual pleasure.
“I can’t take anymore.” Exhaustion makes his voice small in the vast dungeon.
The Dom leans forward, placing his mouth near his sub’s ear. With a smile in his voice, he whispers, “But we’ve only just begun.”
Meet the Author
When he’s not plotting world domination, Bruce Rose is usually plotting gay romance novels. If he’s not writing hot man-on-man action, you might find him trying out new recipes, listening to old 80s rock, or putting his Star Wars action figures into provocative poses.
For more from Bruce visit his blogsite.
