Once he was in position, I sheathed my still-hard cock with another condom, lubed myself generously, then kneeled by his legs.
I leaned over him, smirking into his face. “I’m gonna remove the gag so you can hold on to the chain. Just remember, the more you move, the more those clamps’ll pull your nipples.” Having seen the pretty boy’s pain tolerance firsthand, I figured that would be a bonus for him.
I didn’t waste time. After removing the gag and placing the nipple clamp chain between his teeth, I gripped my dick and lined up with the pretty boy’s ass.
“You ready for me, pretty boy? You ready to know what it feels like for me to fucking own you? Because that’s what this is. I own you and your little boyfriend, too. I can fuck you whenever I feel like it and you’ll take my dick and be thankful I’ve offered that much. Is that what you want? Me to fucking own you?”
His head jerked roughly in affirmation, a groan following as those clamps yanked his nipples, mercilessly pulling them away from his body.
I drove in deep, enjoying the way the heat consumed me. He was as tight as his lover, perhaps more so, but telling him that didn’t suit my purpose, so I went with the opposite.
“Your asshole’s loose,” I lied. “Must mean the cowboy plows your ass frequently. You like when he fills you?”
He nodded again, unable to speak or risk that chain falling out of his mouth. He bared his teeth, showing how they were locked around the chain that connected his nipple clamps. Every shift of his head would cause those torture devices to tug on his sensitive nipples.
“But you like when I fill your ass more, don’t you?”
He moaned, crying out, a torturous sound that pleased me more than anything. I slammed into him over and over.
“Answer me,” I commanded. “My cock works you over better, doesn’t it?”
He nodded, those clamps being pulled tightly.
“You want me to fuck you harder?”
He nodded again, his eyes glassy from the painful ecstasy that he craved.
Since I’d already come once, my dick wasn’t quite as sensitive, which allowed me to fuck the pretty boy harder and deeper without the risk of coming too soon. I made sure to make eye contact with the cowboy, relishing the pain in his gaze as he watched his lover being fucked by another man. Although they were in this willingly and they knew what was in store for them, the heart wasn’t always as eager as the body. He was tormented by the sight, even if he was enjoying the hell out of it.
“This time,” I told them, “when I come, I expect both of you to come. If you don’t, you will be punished.”
This was a test for the cowboy since he had no way to stimulate his cock. The only thing that could send him over the edge would be watching the pretty boy shooting his load all over himself.
I let loose on the pretty boy then, not holding back. I had him practically folded in half, my full weight pinning him down as I slammed my hips forward, my cock tunneling into his ass over and over again. He was panting and moaning, begging without words for me to let him come. He knew better than to do so before I did.
I held out as long as I could, long minutes passing as the friction from his tight ass drove me closer and closer to the edge. When I finally roared my release without warning, I watched the pretty boy’s cock. Without even touching himself, he came in a rush, cum splashing over his belly, his chest. A few seconds later, the cowboy groaned. I looked over in time to see his body jerking and twitching as he let himself go.
I was quite impressed with the scene. More so than I thought I would be. Perhaps a few more torture techniques were in store for them. I had noticed how they welcomed the humiliation. Perhaps I’d lay it on thicker next time.
I would have to come up with something even better, something to push their boundaries further. I was going to take advantage of having them around.
After all, that was why they were here.
My pleasure and my pleasure only.
*
Brax
(The cowboy)
Monday, October 15
BY THE TIME THE WORKWEEK started, I was feeling a little wrung out. Never since the day I learned the pleasure my dick could afford me had I ever thought the damn thing could possibly be the reason for my demise.
Yet I got the feeling Zeke Lautner was trying to prove that theory.
Not in a bad way, necessarily. But I did feel slightly worn. The one lesson Case and I had learned over the weekend was that Zeke was insatiable. He could fuck for hours and even then I wasn’t sure the man’s cock was ever fully satisfied.
