Chapter 78
He wasn’t gone long, but in the few minutes he left me naked and alone to squirm with anticipation, my cock began to helplessly leak against my abdomen.
What did he have planned?
I wiggled my hips slightly, straining my legs against the stirrups in an attempt to get some friction on my sensitive, aching cock.
As anxious and nervous as I was to find out what Jay had planned for me, I was so glad his kinky side seemed to be resurfacing. That had to be a good thing, right?
If he was feeling well enough to tie me up and sexually torture me, that must mean he was healing on some level.
My hopeful thoughts were interrupted when Jay reappeared, and the mystery of where he’d gone was solved pretty quickly as he placed a bottle of Astroglide and what looked like a complicated triple loop of black silicone on the surgical table next to the NeuroExtractor.
“Look at you, all tied up and helpless,” Jay purred as he approached me. He ran his fingers gently down the back of my thigh, and I gasped, bucking against the gentle stimulation.
He laughed softly and did it again, clearly enjoying the way his touch was making me helplessly squirm for him.
“Does that tickle, baby?” he hummed, and I nodded, letting out a desperate whine that I knew would please his sadistic need to torture me with pleasure.
“Y-yes… T-that tickles,” I panted, and he smiled.
“Well, your cock seems to like it. You’re so hard for me already. It’s going to make it a little challenging for me to get this tri-ring on you...”
“T-tri—what?”
Jay just gave me a dazzling smile and snatched up the bottle of lube. He drizzled a generous amount over my cock and balls, and took his time rubbing it in.
I groaned and threw my head back as he massaged my balls between his fingers, then stroked my shaft until every part of me was glistening with lube.
“It’s a cock ring, or I guess, cock rings. The first ring goes around here,” he said, stretching the silicone and carefully slipping it all the way to the base of my cock, right under my balls.
I gasped when he let go, and the tightness of the ring began to restrict my blood flow, causing my already hard cock to plump even more.
“This next ring goes here…” he hummed, stretching the medium-sized ring enough that he was able to slide my stiff, aching cock through it.
“J-jay… fu-fuh…” I huffed, wiggling my hips as I adjusted to the restrictive sensations.
“I know, baby, it takes some getting used to, but you’re doing so well. Just one more. This ring goes around these cute little balls. They’ll make sure you don’t come too quickly once we get to the good part.”
He was smiling to himself as he gently stuffed my lube-slick sac through the third and final ring, and I cried out as my cock spasmed helplessly in response.
Jay’s eyes were shining as I squirmed in the surgical chair, thrusting my now thoroughly engorged and strangled cock toward him, desperate for… something. Anything.
“Needy boy,” Jay purred, before taking pity on me and leaning forward to slurp my aching cock into his hot, wet mouth.
“Jeebus… ohmy – Jay!” I cried out as he bobbed up and down on me a few times before popping off and giving me a devilish smirk.
“Yes, baby? What do you need?”
“I don’t—I don’t know. I need… I need…”
“You need me to play with this tight little hole?” he asked, slipping his fingers into my spread crack and swirling them around my rim.
I groaned and jerked in response, nodding my head furiously.
“Please, yes, please, Jay.”
He reached for the lube again and squirted an obscene amount on my asshole, while firmly working it in with his fingers.
I choked and sobbed as he firmly rubbed me until the tight barrier of muscle inevitably relaxed, and he was able to slide two fingers in.
He was staring between my legs as he methodically worked me open, my sobs and pleas for him to fuck me apparently falling on deaf ears.
Once he was happy, he glanced up at me from between my spread legs, his eyes burning with heat and lust.
Without breaking eye contact, he reached for the surgical table, and it took my mind a second to register the fact that he was reaching for the extractor.
“Jay… what? You’re not…?
“I am.” He grinned at me and clicked the device on. My eyes widened as I realized the magnetic fields were still set too high, and I knew before he even got started what he planned to do with it.
He pressed the smooth head of the device against my hole, and I felt the rolling suction of the invisible fields immediately.
My restrained cock bucked and jumped against my stomach as a pulse of cum managed to escape the tri-ring and spurt out across my chest.
“Ah-ah-ah… no coming, baby. You know the rules.”
“I didn’t—that was… oh my… Fuck,” I cursed as Jay pushed the wand-like device hard enough that it popped through the now relaxed rim of muscle he’d just finished massaging.
I whimpered as he slowly pressed the extractor deep inside me. That odd sucking sensation tugging and slurping at my insides with each inch.
“Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay!” I was chanting, but he was just smiling at me, watching my face carefully as he shifted the device back and forth slightly. I realized what he was doing a moment before he hit home.
I screamed as the device latched onto my prostate, and Jay’s smile grew so wide, I could have counted the man’s teeth.
“There it is… How’s that feel? Intense?”
I bucked and cursed, jerking against the restraints as Jay repeatedly tugged on the device—not hard enough for it to release its grip on my prostate, but just enough to increase the sucking sensation with each tug.
“JAY!” I screamed as an orgasm built impossibly quickly. My body was locked up with the need to come, but my cock and balls were held so tight in the tri-ring that it felt like I would never actually get there.
“You’re okay, baby. Just breathe through it. It feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked softly as I rolled my hips, desperately trying to find friction for my swollen, engorged cock, while also trying to dislodge the extractor from my prostate.
“It’s too much! It’s too much!” I cried, but Jay just tugged gently on the extractor again, causing me to wail and sob.
“Too much? Are you still green?” he asked, and I nodded, though I was now yanking on the belt that held my hands back.
I needed to come. I needed to touch myself. Need, need, need.
“Use your words, Milo,” Jay barked. “Tell me what color you are.”
“Green… Green, green, green…” I sobbed, and he smiled, leaning between my legs to leave a gentle kiss on my cock.
“Good, because this poor little cock looks like it’s about to explode. It would be a shame to have to stop before I can give it what it needs.”
“Please, Jay…” I sobbed. “Please… Come? Come now? Please, h-hurts…”
“Well, we can’t have that,” Jay crooned, dropping one more light kiss on my throbbing shaft. “I’m going to suck you, Milo, if you can manage to come with the tri-ring on, by all means. Please do.”
He wasn’t going to take it off?
“J-jay?”
My protests were cut off as he slid my impossibly hard cock into his mouth and swallowed me whole.
With one hand, he massaged my tight, engorged balls, and with the other, he continued to repeatedly tug on the extractor as it sucked mercilessly on my prostate.
Pleasure so intense it was literally painful boiled to a breaking point, only to be held at that climax for an impossibly long, excruciating moment before my cock finally managed to erupt.
I lost it as my cum forced its way through the restrictive rings Jay had trapped me in, and he groaned loudly as he swallowed each spurt of my orgasm down his hot, tight throat.
He continued to work my prostate through each pulse, and every time I thought the orgasm was over, it seemed to pick back up again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” My voice cracked and broke from how hard I was screaming, and Jay’s pleased growls only made everything feel more insane as they vibrated against my cock.
My vision blacked out, and I was barely aware of the sound of a zipper being undone as the warm cocoon of Jay’s mouth left my overly sensitive cock.
The extractor slipped out of me next, and I blinked through my post-orgasm daze to find Jay crawling up onto the chair and settling between my legs.
“Jay?” I asked weakly, and he smiled at me, leaning down over my cum soaked body and brushing my hair away from my face.
“You did so good, baby. Almost done. You’re just going to let me use this warm little hole, then you can rest, okay?”
I nodded, loving the soft, tender way he looked at me as he positioned himself against my now gaping entrance.
“So perfect…” he hummed, notching the tip of his cock into my hole. He groaned loudly as he sank deep inside me, and I gasped as his cock slipped past my already spent prostate.
“Shh, just be good and take it for me. You’re almost done…” He grunted as he began to piston his hips, slamming into me over and over as I moaned and cried and called his name.
I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience. My cock was having a hard time softening in the prison of rings Jay had trapped it in, but I was too spent to really build up to another orgasm, so I just lay there, happy to let Jay use me for his own pleasure.
That’s all I wanted.
I just wanted him to be happy.
I wanted him to be happy with me and for us to be happy together.
He was clearly following the same line of thought, because as he sped up his cadence, he leaned close to my ear. His hot breath sent zings of joy through my bound body, all the way down to my toes.
“I’ll kill them all, sweet boy. Every last one of them. No one will hurt you and live,” he whispered, and as if the promise of slaughtering anyone who might harm me literally turned him on, he started to come.
“J-jay… fuh-fuck…” I swore again as his cock pulsed and throbbed inside me. He kissed me as he came, nipping and sucking at my lips, his soft grunts and moans rolling like candy off his tongue.
“I’ll kill them all for you,” he murmured, burying his face in my neck as he finally collapsed on top of me, not seeming to care that I was covered in cum and it was getting all over his tactical hoodie.
“I don’t want you to have to do that, Jay.”
He huffed out a sigh and kissed the underside of my jaw.
“Please don’t ask me not to. You know I can’t say no to you, and it’ll wreck me if I can’t do what I need to do to protect you, Milo.”
“Protect me, sure, but I don’t want you killing random people for bumping into me in the street, Jay. I honestly don’t want you killing people at all, but I know if Luke ever comes for us, you might have no choice.”
Jay pushed up off me and reached over my head to undo my hands. Once my arms were free, he rubbed them both and left tender kisses on the insides of my wrists.
I hummed happily as he sat back, straddling my hips. Twisting around, he reached back to untangle my slowly softening cock from the mess of rings he’d strung me up in.
He tossed the silicone rings onto the surgical table next to the extractor he’d discarded before deciding he wanted to fuck me himself.
“What if they hurt your feelings? Can I kill them then?” he finally asked, as if he’d been running through possible loopholes to my ‘no killing people’ rule as he worked to free me from his various sexual torture devices.
I would have laughed if he hadn’t looked so serious.
“Probably not the best way to handle a situation like that… Is that why you killed Dylan? Because he hurt my feelings?” I asked, completely gobsmacked.
Jay’s eyes darkened.
“I killed him because he made you think you weren’t good enough for anyone, when in reality, no one is fucking good enough for you.”
My mouth parted in shock, but Jay was already twisting around to unstrap my legs from the stirrups.
I watched him work in silence, unable to believe he’d literally killed a man for no other reason than he’d damaged my self-esteem.
Part of me wanted to tell him that wasn’t okay, and he couldn’t just kill people because they were mean to me.
But another, much more selfish part of me thought that maybe, after spending so much of my life being bullied and made fun of by my peers, it was nice that someone loved me enough to care so much.
“So?” he asked once he was finished cleaning me up.
He tugged off his massive hoodie and helped me into it.
It was so big on me that it fell to my knees, and I was grateful.
I was still floating in that fuzzy, post-orgasm high that I seemed to succumb to every time we had sex.
The last thing I wanted to do was put on my buttoned-up collared shirt.
I just wanted to curl up in cozy clothes and eat snacks.
“So what?” I asked, not sure what he meant.
“What’s the verdict? Can I still kill people for being mean to you or what?” he asked, his eyes shining with amusement.
I laughed and shook my head, allowing him to help me get to my feet. I stood on my toes and kissed his chin, trying not to laugh.
“Let’s take it on a case-by-case basis. All potential murders need to be run past Milo’s desk before being executed. Is that fair?”
He smiled down at me, that rare smile still dancing on his lips.
“Sounds like a fair deal to me.”