Chapter Twenty-Nine
The following Friday, Rico was ready to break it off with Franco. His Dom was evil. Pure evil. He’d dropped off his much-talked-about gift—two of them, actually—last night.
Gifts, my ass.
These were freaking torture devices. Well, one was for certain. The other hadn’t really come into play—yet.
When Franco had texted him instructions to get the devices in place two hours ago, he had no idea his Dom intended to edge him with it. Of course, this wasn’t torture to Franco. Hell, no. He must be loving what he was doing to Rico’s junk. But after having the first device start and stop, bringing him to the brink several times, he wanted to chuck this contraption out the window.
That would be interesting to explain to the neighbors who happened upon it, wouldn’t it?
Wait until Stud Muffin came over tonight for their weekly game night. Rico would exact serious revenge of his own—somehow.
The scary thing was that Rico assumed this would be the more innocuous of the two gifts due to where it was placed. Before Rico could contemplate what that boded regarding the other device, the buzzing began again as the vibrator attacked the base of his balls with even more gusto. How many speeds did this fucker have? Rico turned away from the QuickBooks screen and gave in to the sensations momentarily, even though he’d been warned there would be dire consequences if his orgasm occurred before he’d been given permission to have one.
Franco had been remotely torturing him for two hours, and Rico was at the end of his rope. Just when he got close enough to explode—even though he knew he couldn’t without experiencing those dire consequences—the vibrator stopped dead. Rico held his breath, waiting for it to start again, but the vibrator remained still.
But for how long?
So far, he hadn’t let up for a predictable amount of time before recommencing, but clearly the time between pauses was getting shorter. How Franco knew exactly when to stop and start the device to exact maximum agony and frustration confounded Rico. Shouldn’t the man be working? Or had he taken the day off to exact this torture?
Nah. If he had the day off, he would have come over to take advantage of some alone time. Or at the very least, he would have been here to watch, rather than play with Rico remotely.
No, not play. Torture.
Therefore, he must be having a slow morning on the job. Rico prayed Franco wouldn’t get busy on a case while the vibrator was going and forget to switch the damned thing off. Or had he preprogrammed the settings?
Rico opened a new browser tab and searched YouTube to see what this dastardly weapon was capable of. Then he happened upon a video about the vibrating prostate massager, the other gift in the box Franco had dropped off. Rico had been instructed to hook up his balls to the one toy and to insert the other into his butt hole. He knew what to expect, more or less, with the toy and loved any stimulation to his prostate. Rico was no anal vibrator virgin, after all.
But he’d never had a vibrator there while simultaneously having another strapped to his junk, and he seriously worried about what was to come.
Gawd, when he fires up both of them at once, it will be the end of any attempt at self-control.
Rico’s ass had always been much more sensitive than his junk, unlike Franco’s, apparently. Sir’s being a top in every aspect of the word might explain his fixation with torturing Rico’s cock and balls incessantly, thinking he’d enjoy it as much as Franco would have.
Again, the device pulsated to life, quickly building to a crescendo since he’d been brought close several times already.
Rico’s body shook as he tried to tamp down the impulse to stroke himself. How would Franco know whether he’d jacked off or not? But for some reason, despite his bratty nature, Rico didn’t want to disobey or disappoint Sir. They’d talked long into the night Sunday after Gina had gone to bed, discussing where they wanted this to go in both their kink and romantic relationships. The two wanted to explore the power exchange more deeply, although always in a bedroom sense. Rico wasn’t into any kind of total exchange, and neither was Franco.
Would Franco dump him for disobeying? Rico didn’t think so, but uncertainty plagued him at the moment. Oh, Sir definitely would punish—or discipline—him. And he’d already assured him that his forms of discipline wouldn’t be something Rico would enjoy—so certainly something other than a spanking.
Rico wondered what it would feel like to be spanked right now. Even better, what it would be like if both devices were vibrating.
Knowing Franco, though, he’d pull out that damned cage again. Rico shuddered at the mere thought. Regardless, his determination to please Sir won out. Somehow, Rico felt he was being tested—and he intended to pass with flying colors.
His entire pelvic area was being bombarded by vibrations. As the intensity increased, he wondered if he’d miscalculated how sensitive his balls really were.
Hoping to take his mind off this latest round of torture, he searched for gory photos on YouTube which helped to distract him a little, until his stomach grew squeamish. He never could stand the sight of blood.
Rico’s cock grew painfully rigid and his breathing became more labored as the vibrator took him to the edge again. Only this time, the prostate massager started vibrating for the first time.
Sweet Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!
Rico gripped the edge of the desk in an effort to control his body’s response to the toys, but without success. He fought against the intense pleasure-pain stimuli coursing through his body, shaking with the effort. Sweat broke out on his forehead and upper lip. Franco would pay for this. Rico began to plot his revenge but soon couldn’t think beyond the pleasure alternately burning through his cock, balls, and ass.
So close. Please let me come this time, Sir.
His plea couldn’t be heard by the demonic Dom, who was probably somewhere across the city at the moment ankle-deep in ashes. Seconds later, the vibrations of both toys stopped abruptly. Perspiration chilled on Rico’s skin. He wasn’t going to be able to take much more.
Rico drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. Once again, he opened the spreadsheet for this month’s financials at daVinci’s and stared blankly at the screen, unable to focus on the figures he normally loved to decipher. He might have to chalk this morning up as a bust workwise, because all he could think about was when the devices would stop and when the next onslaught would arrive.
Glancing around the room to see what he might do besides work, he found himself grinding his butt into the chair in an effort to hit his tormented P-spot by pressing the vibrator harder against it.
Fantasies of having Franco’s fingers, tongue, and cock rubbing him almost brought him back to the brink of orgasm. Before he could turn off the images, the vibrator lodged up his anus commenced again. It took every bit of discipline Rico could muster not to give in to the sensation and explode all over himself.
His Dom clearly was aware of how to get to him and which place was his most erogenous. He’d merely been toying with him up to now.
Once more, the vibrations grew to a crescendo, shutting off just short of Rico being able to come. Rico slammed his fist onto the desk.
“Damn it!” I need to come! How long did he plan to prolong this?
He opened Messages on his Mac and typed…
RICO: You evil, evil man.
He wanted to Skype him but didn’t know when Franco would be on lunch break. As soon as Rico knew it was safe, though, he would give him a piece of his mind, face-to-face.
Franco chuckled when the text came through from Rico. He hadn’t had this much fun in a long time.
One of the things they’d decided the other night was that school hours were fair game as far as setting aside time for themselves. Unfortunately, that meant finding ways to connect with each other despite Franco’s work schedule. This morning, Franco happened to be able to do some catch-up work on the computer, which gave him time to mess with Rico’s mind and body—virtually, at least.
The phone app connected to his new toys could be set to run for various intervals and allow him to halfway forget it. Grant had given him some advice on the length of time to set them for a new submissive who might not have experienced remote edging before.
Rico’s predicament had been on his mind all morning. He’d edged Rico during his morning break and taunted him with texts asking how he was doing. Rico’s response hadn’t been quite as intense then as he’d brought him to the brink of orgasm and then denied his pleasure.
It was almost Franco’s lunch break, though. That timing had been intentional. While he’d love to run over to Rico’s apartment, he wanted to see how this remote play might work for them when being together wasn’t possible. For instance, what if Rico moved back to Aspen Corners next summer? He wouldn’t want to be totally out of touch when physical touch wasn’t possible.
But the thought of Rico moving away left a sour spot in the pit of his stomach.
Pushing away thoughts of what might never happen, Franco logged out and grabbed his keys from his desk. He stopped in Victor’s office doorway. “I’ll be back in about an hour. Want me to pick up anything for you?”
Victor closed the lid on his laptop and stood. “No thanks. I’m meeting Patti for lunch. Let’s walk out together.”
Franco pocketed his phone to avoid anyone seeing any texts that weren’t safe for work. Victor wouldn’t have a problem, but others might. He and Victor started toward the stairwell; both preferred taking the stairs over the slow-ass elevator.
“How’s she doing? Anybody spot Patti’s ex yet?”
“She’s a wreck but trying to be brave. And no, we haven’t had any indication that he’s even in Denver. Maybe he left town to avoid being picked up on the parole violation.” Victor shrugged. “I just wish he hadn’t been released at all. That bastard really messed with her head. She’d finally begun to move on, but his release churned up all kinds of feelings we thought were behind us.”
“It’s hard to imagine anyone being cruel to Patti.”
“True dat.” Victor sighed. “I want to protect her, but I feel so helpless.”
“Listen, you’ve done what you can.” He hated seeing Victor so worried. “She has a bodyguard anytime she’s outside her apartment or at work. She knows how to defend herself with a gun if need be. And if the creep is spotted by anyone, law enforcement can be called to deal with him. Once they reincarcerate him, let’s hope he won’t get back out of prison for a long time.”
“That’s the hope for sure.” Victor stopped beside his Tahoe.
“Have a good lunch!” Franco said.
“Catch ya later.”
When Franco reached his Yukon and sat comfortably inside, he pulled out his phone again. Time to respond to his frazzled little sub. Franco clicked Rico’s name on the screen and prepared to wait for him to answer the Skype call. His image popped up almost instantly. He wore a distressed BMW T-shirt—but it wasn’t nearly as distressed as Rico.
“You bastard.” Rico’s eyes looked frantic, bordering on deranged.
Franco couldn’t keep the grin off his face. “Is that any way to address your Dom, brat?”
“You fucking bastard, Sir.”
“Now don’t you disrespect my mama, boi.” But Franco couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Is my sub having a bad morning? Perhaps there’s something I can do to make it better.”
Hope flared in his eyes. “That would be very much appreciated, Sir.” The wishful expression on Rico’s face was priceless, not that Franco was ready to allow him to come yet.
“Have you been a good boi? Not touching yourself once you attached the vibrators?”
“No touching, Sir. I’m being good.” His eyes pleaded for relief.
“Excellent.”
A look of pain crossed Rico’s face as the vibration pattern changed abruptly. His eyes squeezed shut as he tried to adjust to the stimulation. The prostate massager’s speed had increased, no doubt making it much more intense than when Rico had felt it vibrate a few minutes earlier. Rico’s eyes opened wider as the sensations moved through him in waves. His prostate had no doubt become more sensitive. Rico tried to breathe through the sensations with some apparent difficulty.
Why hadn’t he thought of doing something like this before? Look at the weeks of fun they’d missed out on.
Not that it had been much fun for Rico—yet. He really would make it worth the wait—soon.
“Who are you fantasizing is pounding your P-spot right now, brat?”
“Y-y-you, Sir.” Even his voice shook.
“One of these days, I promise you I’ll be filling you with something a whole lot bigger than that massager.”
“P-promises, promises-s.” As the vibrations became more unpredictable but stayed at the upper range of intensity for longer periods of time, any smirk of defiance vanished from Rico’s face.
“Did you keep a towel handy, as I instructed you to?”
Rico’s mouth opened, but no words came out. He closed his eyes tight again as if in agony but then nodded vigorously.
“Does my boi want to come this time?”
Rico’s eyes opened and a look of desperation crossed his face before he squeezed them shut and hung his head, barely nodding.
“Keep your head up, boi. I want to see your face.”
He complied immediately. “Please, Sir!” Rico begged. “I’ve done everything you asked me to. Haven’t I earned my reward yet?”
“Soon. I’ve missed out on all the fun this morning while working, so I’d like to watch a while.” He manually increased the speed of the prostate vibrator.
“Mother fucker!” Rico hunched over again, grabbing the edge of the desk, nearly upending it. If Franco had been in the room, would Rico have thrown that piece of furniture at him?
“What did I tell you about my mama? And I still can’t see those eyes.”
Rico stared wild eyed into the laptop’s camera. “Go to hell, Sir! She’d disown you if she knew what a sadistic bastard you are.”
“Sadistic? Remind me to show you sadistic sometime. That can totally be arranged.”
A look of terror crossed his face. “Never mind.”
One thing had become abundantly clear, Franco had been on Rico’s mind all morning despite their not being physically together. Mission accomplished.
Would Rico be able to handle being edged a few times every morning after Gina went to school? Perhaps, but Franco didn’t want him to become numb to the toys, either.
At the moment, though, Franco was primed and ready to watch Rico come. His only regret was that he couldn’t be there to remove the massager from Rico and plunge his cock into him to the tilt.
When would the two of them reach that point in their relationship? Franco had never waited so long or wanted anyone as badly before. Perhaps anticipation was good for Doms—and tops—too.
Maybe he should instruct Rico in how to prepare for that day. He’d seen his collection of butt plugs a few weeks ago when Rico had sent him in to grab a clean T-shirt in the dresser drawer one night when Gina accidentally spilled a glass of milk on Franco.
“By the way,” Franco said, as if discussing the day’s mundane news, “I’ve been thinking it might be a good idea to install a camera in your bedroom and possibly another focused on your desk in the living room so that I can keep an eye on you during our future remote play times. What do you think?”
Not that Franco would follow through, given the potential for someone hacking into the system and using the videos for nefarious purposes. Having a camera trained on Rico’s face via Skype would have to suffice. However, he could execute an elaborate mindfuck that would have Rico thinking the apartment was wired with cameras.
At the moment, though, Rico wasn’t able to put together a coherent sentence to reply to the question as the sensations bombarded him, bringing him to the brink of orgasm. So close. Franco could see and almost feel it.
And then both toys stopped at the same time as he’d scheduled them to do.
Perfect timing.
Rico’s look of desperation made Franco feel a twinge of guilt.
“Sir, please. I don’t know how much more I can take.” The frustration in Rico’s voice made Franco hard as a rock. Now who was about to be tortured?
“Oh, I think my strong power bottom can take a couple more for me.”
Rico groaned in hopeless despair. Maybe he’d gone a little harder on him than he should have, but Franco intended to work up to longer and longer periods of edging. However, he’d tortured the boi long enough for today. Time to watch Rico explode.
Franco switched back to the remote app and hit several buttons before returning to Skype and opening up the video. Rico drew several deep breaths, no doubt in expectation of being brought to the brink again without relief. Right on schedule, the new preprogrammed settings kicked in and panic shone from Rico’s eyes.
“Sir, I’ll suck you dry, if you’ll let me come!”
“I’ll have you do that the next time we’re alone, anyway. But I don’t think you’re in any position to negotiate your way out of this.”
Let him sweat a little longer.
If Rico could come through this screen, he’d strangle Franco. By the cock. Not in a fun way.
How could Franco not understand how badly he needed to come at the moment? Rico had obeyed his Dom to the T but was truly at the end of his rope. Knowing how sadistic Franco could be, during their next edging session, he would probably insist that Rico’s cock and balls be in that cage he’d used at the club just to teach him discipline. That thought alone gave Rico the incentive he needed to endure this a little while longer. He didn’t want any further torture.
Rico closed his eyes as another wave of pleasure-pain coursed through him, then remembered that he’d been told to keep them open. How could someone make prostate stimulation torture? Leave it to Sir.
Rico intended to hold on without begging further, though. That would simply get Franco’s rocks off. If he couldn’t come, neither should his Dom.
Control freak.
Determined to lessen the thrill for his tormenter, Rico asked in as normal a voice as possible, “So how is your day going?”
“Better than yours, I’d say.”
Asshole—in a bad way.
“I’ll be grabbing some to-go food to take back to the office. What are you planning for lunch?”
“I’ve kinda lost my appetite.”
Franco grinned in triumph. Bastard. Rico wouldn’t let that smirk go by without a fight. Despite the two vibrators sending alternating thrills and torment through his body, Rico stood. It took him a moment and a deep, slow breath to regain his composure, but he angled the laptop so that it would catch his movements and walked to the kitchen.
“Now that you mention it, I am a little hungry.” He pictured the disappointment on Franco’s face as he opened the fridge but refused to look back at the screen. The prostate vibrator jacked up another notch, and Rico nearly dropped to his knees before regaining his composure.
Don’t give him the satisfaction.
Don’t give him…
Without taking out whatever he had planned to retrieve from the fridge, he spun around and screamed at his laptop, “Jesus, Sir, I need to come!” The words were blurted out before Rico could contain them.
How much longer would this go on?
“Okay, Sweet Cheeks. I think you’ve earned it.”
Rico grasped his cock through his Jockey boxer briefs the moment the prostate massager hit what must have been its highest setting, although he hoped he’d have to wait to find out its full capabilities on another day.
“Strip and come for me, boi. Not on camera, though. Never know who’s watching.”
“Thank you, Sir!” Honestly, though, the thought of some hacker getting his jollies while watching Rico explode was the least of his concerns.
Running back to the desk, he sat at the edge of the chair and removed his underwear in record time. The towel was draped over the corner of the desk. Rico covered his junk with it and closed his eyes as he waited for the impending orgasm. Was he allowed to touch himself and help it along?
The P-spot vibrator began pulsating, which was all it took. A wave of pleasure coursed through him. He wouldn’t need to help this orgasm along at all. He imagined having Franco’s cock pressing against his P-spot as they had sex their first time and exploded—at last.
“Yes! Oh, gawd!”
Cum spurted from him like a fire hose. Too bad his badass fire inspector couldn’t see it. Blood pounded in his ears as the spasms came over him in additional waves. Rico’s eyes remained closed as he tried to slow down his breathing. All too quickly, the moment of pleasure passed.
Incredible.
Rico took a deep breath and glanced sideways at his laptop to find Franco smiling at him. “Thanks for letting me watch, boi. That was incredible.”
That he’d used the same word Rico had just thought to describe the intensity made him feel a connection to Franco he otherwise might not have, given the distance separating them.
“Thank you, Sir. Despite the moments I wanted to rip both your heads off, that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“It pleases me to no end to hear you say that. I can’t wait for the next time you come. Only I intend to be in the room with you then, balls deep up your ass.”
Rico’s sphincter twitched, whether a spasm from the waning orgasm or anticipation of the next, he couldn’t say. Would he use the vibrators again? Didn’t matter. “I can’t wait, Sir.” He sucked air into his lungs, unable to regulate his breathing. “Now, all we have to do is find a date that works for us to be together—but alone.”
“Leave that to me. I’m tired of waiting too.”
Rico’s breathing gradually returned to normal. “I’m afraid it won’t be this weekend, though. I promised to take Gina roller skating Sunday.” Mama J hadn’t been able to take her this weekend due to a fundraiser at the Aspen Corners firehouse, and Rico had decided not to go to the Corners but rather to spend the time with Gina in Denver.
“You’re a real glutton. I thought all you did was fall last time.”
Rico shrugged. “I got back up every time, which is the important part.” With so much free time on his hands, Rico hadn’t mentioned to anyone that he’d been taking private roller-skating lessons. He couldn’t wait to show off the mean skills he’d learned since the time Franco referred to.
“You should join us, if you’re free.”
Franco nodded. “This is something I’ve got to see. Just text me when and where, or you can let me know tonight.”
A slow smile spread across Rico’s mouth. “Definitely.”
Franco hadn’t been around for the horseback-riding debacle, but Rico intended to show him he wasn’t totally inept at sporty endeavors.
“I can’t wait to see you.” Unfortunately, they wouldn’t be able to touch each other the way Rico longed for, but at least they would be together. And Gina usually gave them some time alone together when she went to her room to talk with friends or whatever.
“Go get cleaned up, and get back to work,” his Dom ordered. “I doubt you’ve been able to get much done this morning.”
“You know it. In retrospect, though, I wouldn’t have missed this for anything, Sir.”