Everything as Promised

Chapter 1 - Inspect

I slowly run my hand over his tummy, fingers spreading across the soft, warm flesh as I look down at him. He is picture perfect, exactly as specified. My mind briefly recaps the bar, the dinner, the eager way he followed me here. Six feet three, three hundred pounds, stretched out and still half-asleep. My hand looks almost delicate against the wide curve of his belly. I give the soft flesh a single lazy squeeze, feeling it yield, and decide he has rested long enough.

I slide my hands higher, clinical now, mapping the soft rise of his chest until my fingertips find the thick nipples. I circle them lightly, noting the exact moment they begin to stiffen and darken under the attention. The contrast is useful - my small hands against his broad, yielding flesh. His breathing changes. His eyelids flutter.

I pause, simply observing. Big, fat nipples, already responsive. I roll one between thumb and finger, then the other, testing the give of the tissue, the way it hardens. A quiet, appreciative hum leaves me as I pinch just enough to watch the flesh blanch and then flush again.
When his eyes finally open I do not look at his face. I lower my mouth to one thick nipple and take it in with slow, controlled suction, tongue working the tip while my fingers continue their precise attention on the other side. A low moan rumbles out of him.

"Please..." he breathes.

I lift my head only enough to speak against his skin, voice calm and lightly amused.

"Shh. Be silent and enjoy baby."

I return to the nipple, savouring the heavy soft flesh, drawing it deeper.

"Mmm. These really do taste as good as they look."

He makes another faint sound. I sit up, swing a leg across him, and settle my full weight onto the broad, soft expanse of his belly. The flesh yields under me, warm and substantial. Only then do I look into his eyes - dark, wide, already flickering with unwilling heat.
My fingers return to his nipples, pinching and rolling with deliberate precision while I hold his gaze.

"Am I not being a good host?" I ask softly. A small, mocking smile. "Those sounds don't sound like complaints."

He opens his mouth but nothing coherent comes out. I harden my grip without warning, both hands closing around the heavy soft flesh of his chest, kneading thoroughly, clinically.

"So big. So full. I could work these all night."

I keep the slow, thorough motion, thumbs dragging over the thick man nipples.

"Look at you. Stretched out under me like this. Isn't this exactly what you asked for?"

"No-" The word is strained. He shakes his head. "Not at all. Let me go. Please... just let me the fuck go."
I tilt my head, studying him with mild curiosity while I stretch one fat nipple outward like thick elastic and let it snap back. A low sound escapes him.

"But you said you wanted this." My voice is almost kind. I pause, letting the words settle, watching his face change. "You sat across from me at the bar, flushed and eager, telling me how badly you needed to be tied down and played with." Another pause. "All those big, breathless promises." I lean forward, letting more weight sink into the soft pillow of his belly. "I simply took you at your word."
He tries to move his arms. The soft, definite clink of the restraints is the first clear sound. His eyes widen as he realises they will not rise.
"Not like this," he protests, voice cracking.

"Aww. Cheer up, fat boy. We're having such a good time." My hands continue their appreciative work. "Don't waste energy fighting the straps. Put it where it's required. I need that bottle filled. Every last thick millilitre."

His eyes go wider. "Why me?"

I lean closer, breath brushing his skin, voice dropping into the soft clinical register.

"Because you fit the specifications perfectly. And you told me yourself your balls were full and heavy. So show me. Now."
Anger flashes across his face.

"Let me the fuck go, you crazy bitch-"

The words come out low and shaking, edged with real fury. I do not answer at once. I simply look down at him, still seated heavily on the soft rise of his belly, and let the silence stretch until the anger on his face begins to fray into something more uncertain.
Then I smile - soft, almost fond, as if he has said something endearing.

I lean down very slowly. My hair brushes his cheek. My breath touches his mouth long before my lips do. When I finally close the last fraction of distance it is only the lightest kiss, barely a brush of skin against skin, lingering just long enough for him to feel how gentle it is.
I stay there, mouth hovering over his, and speak against his lips in the same light, clinical tone.

"Men in this state should really try to behave better."

The next second I sink my teeth into his lower lip.

Not a quick bite. I take the soft flesh carefully between my teeth and close them with steady, deliberate pressure, increasing it by degrees while I watch his eyes. The pain builds slowly enough that he has time to realise what is happening before the sharp, startled sound is torn out of him. His body jerks beneath me. His eyes immediately shine with the threat of tears.

I hold the bite a moment longer than necessary, then release him just as slowly.

I pull back only far enough to see his face clearly. The misery written across it is sweet. I laugh - quiet, delighted, unhurried - and let the sound settle between us.

"There," I murmur. "Much more honest."

I remain astride him, taking my time. One hand returns to the heavy soft flesh of his chest and gives it a lingering, proprietary squeeze, fingers sinking deep, then releasing, then sinking again, as if I am in no hurry to move on. Only when I am satisfied do I sit up a little straighter.
"All right," I say, voice almost pleasant. "Let's prepare you properly."

His head moves in a small, desperate shake.

"I have nothing left," he rasps. "I'm empty. You have already milked me dry. Please-he sobs"

I look down at him for a long moment, calm and faintly amused, letting the plea hang in the air unanswered. The smile that finally curves my mouth is soft, almost kind.

"Don't worry," I tell him. "I know exactly how to help you."