Chapter 20 #2
He’s about to lie, to say that there’s nothing he needs beyond what Colton wants to give him, but Colton’s gaze is so intense and knowledgeable, as if he can read Graham’s mind, and he doesn’t want to lie to this man about anything.
Colton deserves everything from him. Maybe even his flaws. “I don’t want to lose you.”
“Sweet thing. Hurt by a pathetic Dominant that couldn’t give you what you needed. I’m not him, Graham.”
Prove it, he thinks. Make me believe it. Hurt me so I know.
Colton presses a kiss to his forehead. Chaste and sweet.
Graham flinches, terrified that he’s going to get another gentle fucking. That he’ll be put to bed wanting and won’t be able to feel the ache and heat of just how much he gave to his Dominant. He won’t feel good. “I need you to prove it. Do you…do you want to hurt me?”
Colton’s eyes change, something hot and dark in the depths of his gaze. “I want to hurt you, baby. Give you a reason to sleep well. Do you want to be used hard?”
“Yes,” Graham whispers and kisses Colton in relief.
Colton groans, low and sexy, and Graham’s cock twitches and leaks between them. Colton shoves his tongue deep into Graham’s mouth. His fingers slide down and back, touching Graham’s rim gently.
“Daddy is going to hurt you here. This special place. Daddy knows how hungry it is. Greedy for pain.”
“Oh,” Graham whimpers and nods, presses kisses all over Colton’s face.
“Lift up and hold, baby. Just on the head, okay?”
Graham rises, the bulbous head of Colton’s cock notched just inside him. He whimpers.
“Good boy,” he says, and he gets another tube of lubricant from his pocket.
He smears it all over the shaft of his cock, Graham’s legs beginning to tremble from the awkward position.
And then Colton swipes lube onto Graham’s cock, too, curling his hand around it and sliding from root to tip so he’s coated in it.
It has a scent. Not mint but something that makes his nose tingle like he might sneeze. Colton’s hand stays wrapped around Graham’s cock and he jerks him off ever so slowly.
“Kiss me, baby. Make me feel good. You get to go back to bed after this.”
Graham kisses Colton hard, wanting pain so he can rest again, so he can be secure in the knowledge that his Dominant needs him. “Start slow. As slow as my hand on you.”
Graham grunts. “No. Make me come on your cock. Leave me hard and wanting, Sir.” He doesn’t want to be left hard but he needs pain and this gentle fucking isn’t going to get him where he needs to go.
“Sir.” Colton repeats. “Soften your mouth and accept my tongue.”
Graham obeys, but Colton flicks his tongue against Graham’s upper lip and the next kiss is soft.
A groan of frustration escapes him.
“Easy,” Colton murmurs, refusing to stroke him harder or faster, refusing to use his mouth. He tsks when Graham tries to slam down on him hard, needing to get pounded roughly.
He keeps everything languid and frustratingly slow. He chastises Graham when Graham nips at him and tries to go faster. Graham wants a bite of pain and feeling. He needs it. Fuck, he’ll die if he doesn’t get it.
“You want to hurt in your perfect little hole?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he says, and blinks back tears because what if he doesn’t get what he needs? What if it stays like this?
And then Graham spasms on the cock inside him. Which takes him by surprise. He didn’t come. And he’s not sure it was pleasure. Just an intense contraction and a sensation of warmth. Almost a burn.
Colton moans in satisfaction, apparently happy with the way Graham’s body is now milking his cock. He clutches Graham against his chest, grinds his cock as far into Graham as it will go, trying to get that last bit deeper.
God, he suddenly feels hot inside. Colton’s cock is getting even harder, bigger inside him, straining against his walls, and Colton is trembling under him with pleasure. Graham cries out, suddenly unbearably hot inside and on the edge of coming.
The sensation is desire but more. Worse. It’s an itch he won’t be able to scratch. It’s something he doesn’t know how to soothe, but he’s moaning and needy with every shift of Colton’s cock inside him. And then he feels it on his cock too, where Colton’s grip is.
The lube!
“Ohh! What is that?” He fucks down harder, has to, trying to soothe the itch inside his passage.
“Incentive, sweetheart. The active ingredients will cause increased blood flow and irritate all that delicate tissue. I can feel how swollen you’re getting. Like a fucking vise. Poor baby. You want to make it stop? Want the antidote?”
He nods, suddenly feeling helpless and frustrated. He doesn’t know what Colton has put inside him. He has to trust Colton completely, needs him for relief.
Graham is unbearably aroused at the realization, submission prickling up and down his spine like a physical touch. “Yes, fuck. Yes,” Graham whimpers.
“My come. You make me come and you’ll feel so good. You might come just from the relief of it all.”
“Oh god,” he gasps, hands clutching at Colton’s shoulders.
“The ingredients don’t react to dominant hormones.
This doesn’t hurt me, Graham. I just get to enjoy how tight and hot it will make you.
You’re going to fall apart and put on a show for me, ride me so well.
Do you want to suffer for me? You’re off the charts, so it will likely be very intense.
Difficult. I’m excited to see what it does to you. ”
That snaps through Graham and he tries to ride Colton hard and rough, needs to slam down onto him and start getting some relief. Colton shushes him, hard hands keeping him still, forcing him to go agonizingly slowly.
“Fuck. I can’t! Sir! I need it harder.”
“Do you? You think that will help? No, that will make it worse, get you more sore inside, baby doll. That’s part of what makes this so perfect for you. The gentler you are, the better you’ll be. No rough and hard and fast for you this time.”
Graham chokes off a scream of frustration. He shakes so much Colton squeezes him in a hard grip.
He tries to quicken the pace and Colton frowns at him and reaches into his other pocket. Which is difficult because his pants are around his ankles. It feels like forever that Graham has to wait.
Colton is holding a collar. He puts it around Graham’s neck, buckling it closed while Graham whimpers. A small strip of leather hangs down between his collarbones, and Colton tugs on it so Graham doesn’t rise too high, the pull on his neck making him gasp.
“Stay still, sweetheart. Let me work,” he murmurs and Graham trembles as he struggles not to bounce on Colton’s cock.
It exacerbates the feelings inside him. He’s sure of it.
And Graham’s cock is actually swollen, not just red but almost purple, and he needs to come so bad he could cry.
His ass must be in a similar state, flushed a dark red with arousal and the physical reaction to the drug, his internal muscles spasming harder and harder.
“I have to move. Please, please let me,” he begs, head thrown back in pleasure and pain.
“No, you don’t. Just stay.” Colton grips Graham’s shaft in his hand.
Three quick pulls and he’s coming hard. The relief is profound and momentary.
Before he has his breath back he’s hard and aching again, can practically feel the blood flooding into his cock, forcing his shaft to stay painfully erect.
Fluid spills out of the tip as he watches.
“Oh god. It’s not better. Why isn’t it getting better?
” He grinds against Colton’s cock and it’s like lightning inside him.
It makes his muscles lock, and there’s no way he’s going to recover quickly from this.
He’ll go to bed and his ass will throb and ache for hours and hours.
Every movement makes it worse, like there’s sandpaper inside him.
“Fuck, that’s… yes!” and he rises and falls quickly, wanting to get a rhythm going before Colton can stop him, make his Dominant feel so good he won’t stop Graham from taking what he needs. The pain is exquisite.
“Let me hurt. Please, please let me hurt for you, Daddy,” he begs.
“There’s my good boy.” Colton pulls the strap again, pressure on his neck, and Graham can’t rise up. He cries out at the restriction, his passage ripples, and Colton closes his eyes in pleasure, grunting at the sensation.
Graham grinds his hips back and forth, seeking something, anything, but there’s nothing and he’s not winning this battle. He just isn’t. He falls forward, bites Colton’s shoulder.
Fingers are on his nipples, plucking them hard, short nails biting deep so they’re swollen and sting. His eyes close, drifting on the misery. But then there’s a cool pinch and he looks down to see Colton releasing the spring of a nipple clamp. The other nipple is clamped almost instantly.
The sight of his own nipples clamped tight, the painful pleasure radiating out of them, makes him come again, weakly but untouched, and his head drops back, exposing the column of his neck.
Colton touches his collar.
“There you go, baby.” Except for a touch of breathlessness (and his ragingly hard cock in Graham’s ass), Colton seems unaffected. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you’re hurting for me.”
Graham looks down again, sees the chains linking the clamps and the collar.
It’s perfect. Like he’s owned. He opens his mouth to moan or say something, but Colton presses a soft plastic bit between his teeth.
Graham shakes his head against it. The bit is connected to the nipple chains, and the agony of his own movement makes him yell.
The bit falls out of his open mouth and Colton chuckles at him.
“Poor baby,” Colton whispers to him, kisses his mouth, his jaw, even his cheeks. His fingers slide through tears and Graham realizes he’s crying.
“Beautiful. You’re falling apart so well. I’m proud of you.” He palms Graham’s pecs and the pain of them shifting in the clamps steals his breath.