Chapter 114 - The Sacrifices Of Love

"My crazy you, I love you for that" Andrzej was already smiling at him. Dominik could barely see him through the tears of emotions bubbling up in him. "You don't think I feel the same way about you? Sometimes I just want to lock you in my arms and never let go. I am afraid that in my obsession with you I will become just like them."

"No, you will never... How can you even think that? You are a good man, without a hint of selfishness, not like them," Dominik assured fervently.

"For sure? You see, I am so afraid that I will lose you, that you will abandon me, that you will push me away, that I almost lose my mind. It wasn't like that before, but since you started to move away from me..."

"So ... are we afraid of the same thing, just the opposite?" Dominik was amazed because he felt exactly the same.

Andrzej thought for a moment.

"Exactly," he nodded. "Look, if you don't want to make love to me, we don't have to. Life is not limited to sex."

"It's not like that. I really want you, and when I think about you, I ... you know…"

" You get an erection?"

"You didn't have to say it! Only when I am with you and you take the initiative... Tarkowska said that it was common in such cases, that I was subconsciously afraid that you would want to take away from me the opportunity to say 'no'. I know that you will not do it, I trust you, but my subconscious mind remembers those events too much and ... "

"Then I have an idea. You will tie me to the bed and you will be in full control of the situation. What do you think?"

Dominik remembered himself in such a situation, his helplessness, his enslavement ... He put Andrzej in his place and felt a shiver full of reluctance.

"I couldn't do this to you!"

"Hey, don't be so scared! You're not gonna hurt me. We'll just play a little. I have never done this, but I want to try it. I want you to be in full control."

Full control? But… Dominik took a deep breath.

The idea was strange. Very. But if Andrzej wants to try, they will. He never thought his lover would have desires like that, but he has them, they will try. Dominik will do anything not to lose him. And this time, he would not let fear take over him.

He had too much to lose.

***

It really was something new for him. For both of them, Andrzej corrected quickly. He himself was excited about the whole situation, but when he handed Dominik the tie with which he was supposed to tie him to the bed, he sensed that the actor was shaking.

"Take it easy," he said to him with a warm smile. "Everything is in your hands. Don't go further than you like. If you decide you don't want to do anything, just don't. Okay?"

Śliwiński nodded. His tiny hands trembled as he bound Andrzej's wrists together and tied him to the bed. Nowicki did not expect much from the whole situation. Dominik was too nervous to achieve fulfillment.

Neither of them were naked. Aside from the shoes, they were fully dressed. It was Andrzej's idea. Dominik could do anything in this situation - to bare only him and to stay safely dressed himself, to undress both of them or to play through his clothes. The decision was entirely up to him.

"If you want to stop, you have to tell me. Got it?" Śliwiński asked in a quite serious tone.

"I will," replied Andrzej. Dominik's tone would have amused him were it not for the realization that so recently the actor was tied to the bed and forced to have sex despite the protests. "Don't worry, if this is you, everything will be a pleasure."

Śliwiński started. Did he remember that he had once spoken almost identical words to Andrzej?

Nowicki moved his wrists slightly.

"Not too tight?" Dominik asked anxiously.

"No. It is just right."

The knot was actually too loose, but his lover was so afraid of hurting him that he wouldn't tell him. After all, it's not like he was going to spring up and take control. It wasn't BDSM. Okay, a bit of B, a bit of D, but SM - Dominik will never dare to do that. Not that Andrzej would like them.

Andrzej knew that after what Dominik had gone through, an intimate rapprochement might not be easy for him. He was prepared for it, and yet he suffered. Not because he wanted to have sex with him (yes, that too), but mainly because of the sadness in Śliwiński's eyes. Dominik, like almost every guy, liked sex and so far, when they were together, he had a real pleasure in it. Both of them were doing very well. The thought that someone had tainted this part of his life, took away the intimacy of intimacy and made sex no longer a pleasure for the actor and a cause for stress made him want to do everything to restore his joy of making love. He searched dozens of websites with advice on this subject and found somewhere that a little bondage and letting a female partner (in this case, a male partner) take over total domination, can make her (him) regain confidence and pleasure from the experience. If there was even the slightest chance that it would help, Andrzej was ready for anything.

Especially that there was actually something excitingly spicy in the fact that none other than Dominik Śliwiński himself ties him to the bed.

"Shit, Dominik," he said, shaking his hips restlessly, "you haven't done anything yet, and I already want you."

The actor blushed but also smiled and looked in the direction of Andrzej's fly, where the hill was slowly beginning to appear.

"You're quick," he observed sarcastically.

"It's all your fault. You're too sexy."

"I am?"

"You're the only guy I let myself be touched like that."

Suddenly Dominik's eyelids fluttered.

"You mean the others tried?"

"Old history" Andrzej blushed. He felt that he was acting terrible stupidity.

Nowicki had no idea what his lover was thinking, but the proud expression on his face as he straddled his hips made him anxious.

"What?" he asked Śliwiński, not really knowing if he wanted to know the answer.

"So the dear Mr. Nowicki was hit on by guys and what, never anything?"

"Of course not," he assured him, offended.

"You were never even curious?"

"Never."

"So how did you end up tied up in my bed and your penis just thinking about what I will do with it can't sit still?"

"Still asking? Maybe you will get off me so kindly?" He moved restlessly but the knot did not allow him much.

Dominik leaned over him and, bringing his face close to his, whispered:

"I'm so happy."

"Uhm ..." Andrzej wanted to answer him, but his sweet mouth gagged him. Is it possible? Was Dominik really happy?

"I seduced a wonderful specimen of a man," the actor joked, releasing his lips. "In addition, I did something that others have tried unsuccessfully."

"Don't make fun of me."

"I'm not kidding. Well, maybe a little. But it's only because I love you so much. And I know you love me. You even let me tie you."

"It's not a big deal," he blushed.

"For me - very much. It's like sacrificing yourself for me."

"Well, I don't know. It is even quite exciting. But also annoying. I would like to embrace you and play a little with you, and I must lie down like a tied pig at your mercy. Shit," he cursed.

"What is it?"

"You're really not going to get down to business? Will you let me suffer like this?"

"Actually ..."

"What exactly?"

"Actually, I can't ... stand like this anymore." Why does this shirt have so many buttons?" he got irritated attacking Andrzej's clothes.

Nowicki gasped. Dominik, in complete control, took possession of his torso and nipples. He was still straddling him, so when he leaned over to caress him, his stomach scrubbed against Andrzej's underbelly, producing an obvious effect.

Dominik himself seemed more and more relaxed. I guess he found out that the whole station is not at all unpleasant for Nowicki - after all, he had hard evidence for it. The actor's movements were smoother and his breathing was faster. He reacted particularly well to every groan of pleasure given by Andrzej.

"Oh, Dominik, you are ..." he couldn't finish, because his mouth was filled with a soft cry of surprise and a little pain. Dominik bit his nipple!

The actor breathed heavily and ran his hand over Nowicki's fly to check the effect of the new game. The effect was undeniable.

"I thought so," he muttered, and dug his nails into his chest.

But something was wrong. His breathing was too fast, too heavy, as if he was being driven not by excitement but some form of fear. Andrzej felt anxiety - not for himself, these bites and scratches were nothing severe - about his lover, who gave the impression that he was about to have some kind of attack.