Chapter 12 #2
Graham squeezes his cock roughly, tries to cut off a sound of pain, grip clumsy and overly aggressive. “Good. That’s what I want.”
“Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it. God, what a sound. Will you let me open you up and fuck you?”
“Yes, Colton,” he says, and he squeezes one ball and then the other hard, pinches the skin between them hard enough to bruise.
“You hard now, sweetheart?”
“Yeah. Yes.”
“Good boy. Get it out. Come for me. I need to hear you. Those little gasps. The moans. God, you just go boneless when I get you right. And you’re so fucking hot and tight inside.”
“Too tight? What if I hurt you?”
The slightest hesitation. “You think you’re going to squeeze my dick off?” He sounds like he’s trying not to laugh.
“Maybe. Don’t laugh. What if I hurt you?”
There’s a too-long pause as Colton digests what he’s just said. “You won’t be able to hurt me, baby. I promise. I’ll open you up so fucking wide if that’s what it takes. I’ll give you my fist if I have to. Maybe I’ll leave you gaping and open and then I can slide in whenever I want.”
“Oh god. What else? Please?”
“We’ll get you cleaned out and ready. I’m going to help you. Supervise. Get you just how I want you.”
“No. That’s… no,” he says, but his hand is flying over his cock. He’s beginning to drip and it feels so fucking good. This time without Colton has been awful.
“You’re mine. You don’t hide anything from me. I’m going to fill you up with water and I’m going to make sure you’re all clean. Put you in the shower and get every inch of you washed up. I’ll dry you off and lay you down on the bed. Do you know what happens next?”
“Please. No. I—”
“Then I’m going to push your legs open, and you’re going to lie there and let me do what I want to your cock and that tight little hole of yours.
I know how tight you are, honey. And I know how you respond to pain.
I’m gonna make a mess of you, baby. My fingers and my mouth, my tongue, you’re going to be all pink and swollen before I’m done.
And then I’m going to fuck you—pump you full of my come, and—”
Graham doesn’t know what, if anything, he says. He’s coming hard, so fucking hard, and he already feels more awake and clear-headed even as he’s still pulsing come onto the street of some back alley in Cambodia. “Thank you, Colton. Sir. Thank you.”
“Thank you. Fuck, I came all over myself just listening to you. You need to keep going. Don’t stop stroking that cock of yours until I say you can.”
“Oh! That’s a lot. That will hurt, Sir.”
“You can say red, Graham.”
“No, I don’t need to.” He keeps going, tries to find his way through the pain of overstimulation, has to move his hips and count each breath in and out. “Hurts.”
“Say ‘thank you, Sir.’”
He whimpers.
Colton waits.
Graham finally repeats the words, sees no other option. “Th-thank you, Sir. For the… pain.” It’s a beautiful thing to say and he’s happy he got to say it, that Colton made him. His shoulders drop in relief and he goes back onto his heels, legs wide open, vulnerable.
“Faster, baby. Harder. You work that cock for me. And I want it done fast. Want you coming so soon it’s agony.”
“Sir, please,” he manages to say. “How? How would you… if we were together? Help me.”
“Okay, sweetheart. Of course I’ll help you. When you get back it’s going to be my cock. I’m going to split your ass open and you’re going to come, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” He will. He’s positive he will. He likes it to hurt.
“I know you do.” He hadn’t realized he’d said it out loud.
“Where do you want it to hurt, baby? Your cock? Your tits? Your hole?”
“H-hole, love that. You saying it. You said gaping. You promised.”
Colton swears under his breath and a shiver goes through Graham.
“Oh, saying it is nothing, sweetheart. My baby needs more than words. You’ve only gotten dry fingers and sharp pain from me.
We’ll do better than that. Give you what you really need.
I’ll take you hard and make you sore. You’ll ache when I pull out of you. ”
“Do you think that’s enough?” he asks. “What if I need more, Sir?”
“Fuck, then you’ll fucking get it, baby. I’ll put you to bed, ass leaking my come and a nice thick piece of ginger up your ass to keep you hot and squirming. It won’t come out until I’m ready to shove back inside you. How does that sound?”
“Sir!” The pain has shifted. There’s pleasure deep in his groin but it’s hot, bright, and burns him.
“And if that’s not enough, I’ll give you more.”
“What?” he gasps. He wants more, needs it to make the orgasm happen when it hurts so much and Colton isn’t even there to help him through it. “Need your hand on me, forcing me to keep going. Don’t like knowing I can stop.”
“You can’t stop,” Colton growls. “Because then you’d disappoint me. And you would never do that, would you?”
“No! I’m trying, Sir.”
“Are you close?”
“I don’t know.” Saying it makes him feel like a failure. Reminds him of how his desire is unreliable, how difficult everything has always been for him when it comes to getting off.
“Soon I won’t have to ask. I’ll know because I’ll be watching you, touching you, making it happen,” he says, dark and intense. “You’ll always come for me. I’ll fucking make you.”
“Please. Fuck. I want that so bad, Sir.”
“Five times I came thinking about you. Do you know how awful it’s been for me having to find ways to jerk off all the time when my loads belong in your tight ass or down your throat?”
Graham groans as he gets close, muscles locked up tight as he imagines Colton desperate to get off because he’s thinking of Graham and needing him. “Yes. Uhn, yes,” he whimpers and didn’t know he could make such a slutty sound.
“Good girl. Fuck, you’re getting close. Soon I won’t have to use my hand anymore, will I? I want you in my home and in my bed, naked and willing. You willing, sweetheart?”
“Y-yes.”
“I’m gonna use you hard, baby doll.”
“I love it when you say that,” he manages to say.
“It’s true. Need you. Need your ass. And your mouth. Need to feel you under me, milking my cock and crying for me.”
“Colton, I’m going to come!”
“What a good boy you are. So good for me. I’m proud of you. You’re perfect. Miss you, baby. You have no fucking idea how much I miss you.”
Graham comes again. It’s blistering hot and like a dull knife in his balls. He bites down hard, tastes blood in his mouth from biting his lip. The overstimulation is horrible.
“Good. Good. A little longer. Keep going. You sound wrecked, love.”
“Please,” he begs, desperate for permission to stop.
“Tell… me… you… want… to… stop,” he says slowly, dragging out each word.
“I need to. Hurts!” he gasps. It’s as though his hand isn’t attached to the rest of his body.
His hand is under the control of his Dominant.
His hand is obeying Colton’s wishes. He whines but strokes, the rest of his body in agony.
But there’s one more part of him, detached, at the back of his mind, some primitive part of him, some base form of his own identity that is pleased, proud, and at rest. Content to be suffering for his Dominant. His Sir. Strong and protective.
He wants to be owned and controlled by his Dominant. It’s obvious and easy in a way it’s never felt before. With Colton, it’s easy.
He fixates on Colton, on this as an act of devotion, a test of his faith in Colton, himself, and them, and he knows he can keep going for as long as he has to. If Colton wants him to come again, then he will. It will be a torturous nightmare but he’ll fucking do it. He’ll find a way.
“I need you to keep going.”
“Fuck. It hurts! But I—yes, yes, Sir. Anything you want,” he says, in love with begging. Which is another thing he’d never thought would happen.
“That’s my good boy. Keep going,” Colton murmurs.
And so he does. It’s both easy and hard to keep stroking himself. His eyes blur with tears.
“Good boy. Now, now you can stop.”
He lets go carefully, breathing deep, whimpering with each exhale. He can hear his heart beating in his ears and all of him is mushy and soft. Colton is still talking to him, reassuring him.
“Wish you could hold me,” he slurs. “I feel good now, Sir.”
“Me too. Soon, baby.”
Graham shudders and tries to catch his breath. “Do you need to go?”
“No, I need to talk to you until you can go back to do your job.”
“Just… a few. Um, minutes.” He’s never felt so dazed and good. Sluggish from orgasm but his head is clearing and it won’t take long before he’s able to get up and continue the mission.
“It’s alright. Do you want me to tell you about my day?”
“More than anything.”
And so Colton talks to him, light and casual, putting Graham at ease, letting him float to the sound of his voice. He doesn’t know how much time passes, but his heartbeat slows and he gets steadier.
“You sound better,” Colton finally says.
“I haven’t said anything.”
“Your breathing has evened out.”
He likes that Colton is paying such close attention. Finally, they hang up and Graham stays in the alley for a little longer until he can get his feet under him and go find the others. He’s ready now. Ready to do his job for as long as he has to.
He can do this.