Kinktober Day Nine: Asphyxiation

Lance - Shiro (Voltron: Legendary Defender)
Asphyxiation / predicament bondage / RACK / rim job / aged up
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Watching the set up was bad enough, especially when one knew they were about to be smack dab in the middle of it in very short order. Sometimes it seemed like such a simple entrapment that you almost couldn't figure out exactly what was about to happen until it was too late. Really is was quite sadistic, but then again he'd been expecting something dark and dirty. Hell that was half the reason he was into it.   
 
Lance stepped between the pegs and laid down on his stomach, spreading his legs wide open until the ankles were even with the wooden stakes. The straps were wrapped around them and draw up until his feet dangled off the floor by a few inches, making it impossible for his toes to touch the floors. A collar was brought around and applied to his throat, looser than he would have thought useful considering the game. He watched Shiro draw the rope up slowly, applying it to the bean above their heads. 

“Now we're going to start slow. If it gets to be too much, I want you to hold up two fingers and I'll let you down right away.” He came closer and knelt down, tugging the rope with him so that Lance felt it grow tighter around his throat. He went up on his hands, pushing his torso up and flushing as his lover kissed his brow. “You're gonna do so great. I just know you will.”   
 
“Y-yes sir.” lance knew his heart was gonna burst! He never would have suspected Shiro of all people to be into such a kinky set up. But then you never did know about people. A little stress relief had to come from somewhere. Besides, they'd discussed this well before hand. Lance was more than enthusiastic to participate.   
 
“Okay. Then just keep your focus on balance.” He stood back, pulling the rope till it began to go taunt.   
 
Lance humphed and pushed himself up more, now dangling between the counter point of his ankle straps and the rope. The palm of his hands were still touching the ground. He was a healthy adult and while he'd never pretend to be muscular, he had his strength. For the moment, he was okay.   
 
Shiro tied off the rope and began to pace around him, watching as Lance sniffed and tried to hold his balance. “Good. Very good.” He looked at his watch, clearly setting an unknown time limit for this part part. “Alright. Lets try a little more.” He undid the rope and pulled it tighter, watching Lance go up on the balls of his hands now, the collar strained up away from his neck as the bottom of it hugged him tightly.

“Huuuunhcccu!” Lance started, pushing himself up on his fingers, trying to alleviate the tension there.   
 
“Yeah. Got a bit harder there didn't it?” Shiro chuckled and walked around behind him. “I'm not worried though. I'm sure my big bad Lance can take it.” He rubbed a single finger up and down the underside of Lance's feet.

“Nuuugh!! Nuuuu!” Lance panted, squirming at the tickling sensation. “S-shhiirirru.”

“Oh? I'm sorry. Does that make it difficult?” He grinned and began to scratch his nails up and down both feet, creating the maddening stimulation of nerve endings that he knew would drive Lance up a wall.   
 
“NUUUHHHHHHRRRKKK!!” Lance shook his head, hips jerking back and forth as he tried to keep his balance. “Nouhhh! Huuuuhu! HUUUH!” 

“Does that tickle? Huh? Does it tickle?” Shiro taunted as he watched Lance try and hold. He lifted himself up and walked up to his lovers shoulders. He lifted a foot and placed it between the shoulders, pressing down firmly. 

Lance strained and his face felt warm, his cock starting to come alive under this intense situation. His eyes rolled back and he grit his teeth, hands shaking. Shiro put a little more weight on it and Lance gagged, fingers clawing at the tile under him. “Shuuu....uuuhhhhhh!” 

Shiro took his foot off, letting the man struggle to get his arms back where they needed to be. This was a slow process, meant to keep Lance dangling literally and figuratively. Shiro never did anything without offering a reward at the end for good behavior. “Now, ready?” He asked and waited for lance to assess how much more he could take before nodding. “Okay. Here's the big one.”

Lance's finger tips could barely touch the ground, and only then if he strained. His eyes rolled up and he couldn't think on where his lover was, only that he had to be careful. He had to balance himself correctly. The tightness around his throat was exhausting! He felt so lightheaded, almost to the point of being dizzy. He kept his mouth open but all that seemed to succeed in doing was making him drool.   
 
He got the vaguest sense Shiro was behind him. It was confirmed when hands ran up between his thighs, adoring the shaven legs as he parted the high cheeks. “Nugh...ghhuuhk?”

“You're doing such a great job, Lance. I'm so proud of you.” Shiro told him, helping him feel accomplished, showing him just how much he appreciated all the extra work going into this game.  “And now, you're gonna get a reward.” 

Lance howled, or rather gurgled out a plaintive half choked howl, as Shiro's tongue glided up between his cheeks. The slow, wet writhing of it against him little asshole was possibly more maddening than the tickling had been. Lance tried so hard to hump back against it, but he had no way to rock back without choking off his air supply entirely! Shiro kept his ass open, but that fucking tongue was just BARELY flickering over his pink hole! The bastard was going to make him choose! Forgo the best rim-job a guy could get and keep breathing or lean back, get a hot tongue up his ass, and possibly get choked till he black out.   
 
Decisions, decisions.