Page 5 of Pain Play

“I’m leaving the lights on.”

Phil’s voice struck him as unnaturally loud, but he figured it was only because they’d been silent for a while. Then he latched on to what Phil had said.Huh?It took everything in him not to question the non-sequitur.

Phil approached him until the slight spice of his cologne mixed with his natural scent was evident. It didn’t seem possible, but the addictive combination made Terry even harder.

“Excellent job, baby. So beautifully patient. As I was saying, I won’t dim the lights because I want to see every glorious mark, every stripe or welt I leave on your flesh.” Phil licked at Terry’s lips, teasing them apart but not following through on the unspoken promise of a kiss. He drew back yet remained close. “Before I begin with that, however, I have to take care ofsomething else. You may lower your arms, hands behind your back.”

Terry rolled his shoulders as he tracked Phil’s movements to the bed. He pondered whether he should tell him how hot it made him when Phil stayed clothed while he was naked. The part of him that wanted to hide his secret kinks, to keep them tucked safely inside his mind where no one could see, and he didn’t have to risk judgement, still existed. But ever since the first time he’d confessed his forbidden fantasy to Phil, he’d been getting much better about expressing his desires.

However, being 24/7 would mean expressingeverything. He also couldn’t help but wonder if being exposed when others weren’t was why he’d gotten so turned on at Gerard’s when Phil had threatened to spank him in front of everyone. It had been even more erotic when Phil had made him come in front of Gerard and Marco. He held in a groan as his cock jumped, precum beading at his flushed tip. They hadn’t discussed it recently, but he hoped there would be a repeat of the night they’d shared with their friends.

I’m such a perv these days.

“Well, aren’t you the wanton one tonight?”

Phil sidled up to him, the clamps connected by a chain and the black silk blindfold resting on his upturned palm. Once he’d crossed the short distance between them, Phil glanced down at Terry’s straining erection. He used the forefinger of his other hand to swipe at the precum gathered at Terry’s slit then sucked it into his mouth. Terry hissed, tensing his thighs as his sac tightened, his prick twitching from the sharp sensation.

“That’s it, hold on to my orgasm for me.” Phil took the scarf in one hand and offered the clamps to him with the other. “Take these, please.”

Terry did as Phil asked, testing how strong the metal clips were as he clutched them in his palm, worried them with hisfingers. He exhaled with relief as he noted the rubber pads on the inside of the tips.

How bad could it be?Terry wanted what they were about to do, but the unknown always terrified him—whether it was physical or emotional.

Phil had moved behind him and as soon as he reached around, holding the silk cloth so that it was suspended in front of Terry’s face, Terry closed his eyes in anticipation of Phil covering them. The blindfold was one of the very first things they’d explored after Terry had agreed to give submission and kink a try, and he was comfortable with its use. He appreciated how much it helped him to remain focused as well as heightening every sensation.

After he’d secured the cloth, Phil moved back around him. Terry started as Phil flicked the tip of his tongue across one of Terry’s nipples, closing his mouth over it, scraping the nub with his teeth. Terry gritted his teeth together as the sharp zing from Phil’s bite went straight to the end of his dick. He curled his toes as Phil gave the other nipple the same treatment, then switched back and forth until both aching nubs were at attention. Phil stopped, the hardened bits of flesh wet and sensitive from the cooling air once they were no longer surrounded by the heat of Phil’s mouth.

Terry yelped, the sudden bite of the clamp on his first nipple shooting him onto his toes.

“Jesusand all his relatives!”

Phil snort-coughed. Terry caught a few chuckles tumbling out of Phil as well. “Now, now. You know better. We’ll revisit that later.”

Phil cleared his throat then flicked the clamp he’d already attached. Terry clenched his jaw to keep from swearing even more. No rules existed regarding talking, or even lusty cries. But outright swearing was on the bad boy list.

“I think this one can go a bit tighter. Can you take it for me, baby?”

Can I?He’d never experienced anything like it. The sting from the clamp could only be described as the harshest pinch he’d ever been subjected to. The ache of it went to his very core, concentrating the pain to such a tiny spot on his body yet it seemed bigger than his entire self. Nothing about it was sexy, still, could he do it for Phil? For his Master?

“I’ll try.”

“Such a good baby. So proud of you.”

Terry winced, letting out a pained moan as Phil worked the little screws Terry had felt while holding the small implements.

“That’s it.” Phil’s voice was soft, but next to his ear, the warmth of his breath blowing across the shell as he spoke. “Doing very, very well. Now for the next one.”

If he’d thought the surprise of the first clamp had been awful, the anticipation of the second was even worse. Phil played with the nipple already being tortured while teasing the neglected one back to hardness. His body couldn’t reconcile the confusion between the pleasure from one and the agony from the other. Terry’s thoughts narrowed down to the dueling sensations that completely controlled him.Not the sensations. Phil.

Phil had mastered him.

Chapter Three

Terry had taken to the clamps quite nicely, just as Phil had thought he would. Every little whimper, pained moan or sharp cry made Phil’s cock throb more. He cupped Terry’s balls and his boy hissed as he sucked in air through his teeth. The heat of Terry’s prick against the heel of his palm, combined with the tightness of his sac, meant it wouldn’t take much to push Terry over the edge. If he could make his boy come while embracing the exquisite ache from the clamps, they’d be off to an excellent start in their new aspect of play. Phil hadn’t the slightest idea whether Terry was a pain slut, but he was certain from his reaction to the flogger and his love of rough sex, that at the very least he’d thrive on adding some harsher elements to their sessions.

Phil licked the corner of Terry’s mouth, teasing, knowing that Terry would obey the rules and not touch until given permission—an instruction that included Terry using his tongue. Phil continued to torment him, hinting with his lips that he might steal a kiss, but never going so far as to dip inside his mouth. Phil increased the pressure of his grip on Terry’s sac and noted that a thin stream of precum had trailed down Terry’s shaft where it pooled against Phil’s wrist.

Perfect.