Chapter Seven #3
Phil blew out the candle and set it alongside the first, much shorter one.
“Very nicely done.” Phil let out a small groan.
“I’m so fucking hard right now. But you get a reward because you took that so well for me.
You get to come first, however, I have to get rid of this pesky wax first. Trust me when I tell you that in a moment, you won’t appreciate it where it is. ”
“Wait. Should you try to soften that first so I—holy fuck!” Terry squeezed his eyes shut, tears streaming down the sides of his face, sweat beading at his hairline and his upper lip.
He could barely process the intense pain in his dick and sac.
The raw ache of his nipples was nothing compared to what his junk had just been put through.
Phil reached above his head and started to undo the cuffs. I should get a blow job out of this. He kept his thoughts to himself. He didn’t want Phil changing his mind about letting him come.
After he’d been released from all his bonds, Phil rolled him onto his stomach. That’s cool. I’ll never say no to getting fucked by Phil.
“Tuck your knees underneath you, baby.”
As Phil went through the familiar ritual of prepping his ass, the erection he’d lost when Phil had torn the final pieces of wax away began to return. Phil seemed to pay special attention to his rim, softening him with both thumbs while holding his cheeks wide open.
Phil removed his fingers and Terry exhaled.
He’d extended his arms above his head in anticipation of a good, rough fuck from his Master.
Terry also supported his head against his upper arm to keep his face from rubbing against the vinyl covering.
As he gazed toward the nightstand where Phil had placed the lube next to the candles, he tensed as Phil picked up the larger of the two that he’d just been using.
No way could he handle the burning wax on his hole, no fucking way. Red. All you have to do is say it.
Using his safeword had never been an issue for him, and Phil had always made it very clear that he was expected to use it if he had to.
But something held him back. He frowned when instead of lighting the candle, Phil moved behind him with it.
He jerked his head up as Phil prodded his entrance with the still warm object.
“Come on, baby. I know you can take this. It’s not much bigger than my cock. Let it in, let it spread you open so I can fuck you with it.”
Terry pressed back while Phil gently pressed forward.
Phil would barely breach him, then retreat to slicken the hard object before working it in again.
The round, blunt end fought to enter him, and it wasn’t until Terry bore down that it slipped past his tight ring of muscle.
The sensation was unbelievable, his hole burning from stretched so wide.
More lube was rubbed around his heated, tender skin.
Then the hard object moved inside him, Phil keeping his actions gentle, but sure.
He didn’t plunge too deeply, but twisted it within him as he worked his passage.
“God, this is so fucking hot. You should see yourself, taking it for me so good.” Phil’s voice came out low and husky.
“Now you do it. Fuck yourself on it. Show me how much you want to please your Master. You’re going to make yourself come just from this.
No touching, only this, the thing that burned your skin, that made you scream.
My little pain slut loved it, didn’t you? ”
“Oh…” Terry raised his head, pushed with his arms to give himself more leverage to shove himself back onto the candle. “Yes. Loved it…” He sighed. “So much.”
Phil groaned. “Yeah. Like that.”
Terry used his whole body, made love to the candle as if it were an extension of Phil.
His inner heat seemed to have softened the wax a bit, and it became more comfortable, more pleasurable.
After thrusting on the thick intrusion in his passage for a while, Phil’s growls and moans had begun to match Terry’s own.
To his surprise, Phil was right. He was going to come just from having the candle jammed up his ass.
Phil took over, holding Terry in place by curling an arm around his middle, then fucking him with short stabs. The sensations were too much, too extreme. He was never allowed to come without permission, he realized that. But in a few seconds, it wasn’t going to matter what the rules were.
“M-master.” Terry grunted, barely able to catch his breath. “Gotta…”
He let out a keening cry, curling his toes as if he could ward off the inevitable.
Terry threw his head back again, a scream ready to burst forth, but it was impossible to give it voice.
His throat closed off as he shot long arcs of cum across the vinyl, his body jerking and shaking before he collapsed boneless on the bed.
Phil entered him fast and hard. He’d only had a moment of emptiness before he was filled again, but this time it was from his Master.
Phil wrapped his arm around Terry’s throat then reached up to twine their fingers together above Terry’s head.
After a few more jerky thrusts, Phil growled as he filled him with his seed.
Phil’s breath was hot and loud against his ear, his weight pressing him into the mattress both comforting and safe.
That was what I needed. How does he always know?