Chapter Four #2
He drags the point over every line and muscle he can see, switching the pressure from hard to soft, occasionally switching back to the stiff feather-like sensation. With every stroke, I shift deeper into the experience. Doing what he said, and focusing on what I’m feeling.
Excitement, desire, anticipation, and pain. Pain from the pulsing of my hard cock, and the bite of the sharp object when he presses hard enough. I have no doubt he’s leaving faint red marks upon my skin.
This goes on for a time. Tracing the muscles of my back and legs, finding all the soft places of skin that make me quiver and moan.
Like the backs of my knees, my ankles and the insides of my thighs.
Every time he gets close to touching the crease of my ass, my taint, or my cock, he pulls back.
Retreating to my shoulders, or other places not as sensitive.
It’s driving me mad, and my muscles shake from not only the position that I’m in, but the unquestionable desire coursing through every fiber of my being.
I’m about to beg him for more, for the reward he promised, but then the metal strikes my ass three times.
Then the backs of my thighs, and the last one over my balls.
“Eros!” I scream, nearly coming from the mix of pleasure and pain. The only thing stopping me from doing so is his hand that appears and grips my cock so hard I whimper. His rings press into the sensitive skin.
“Bad boy. I didn’t tell you to come yet, did I?” When I don’t answer he squeezes around my shaft harder.
“No!”
He eases his grip and I inhale, his hand slowly jacking my cock to sooth away the ache, while he rolls my balls in the other. He must have dropped whatever it is he was teasing me with before.
“My god,” he teases my weeping slit with one of his fingers. “You’re aching to come, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan. He pumps back and forth twice more before he pulls away. When his hand returns to my shaft it’s covered in cool lube, and he must have removed his rings.
“Do you think you deserve to?” He muses, as he pumps me in a painfully slow movement.
“Yes, Eros.”
“I do, too,” he pumps me again. “I think I’m going to milk you dry with my hand, then fuck your mouth. How does that sound?”
“Please, Eros.”
His slippery hand pumps my shaft in tugging strokes, harder than before, milking it like he said he would.
“Remember, don’t come until I tell you.”
I moan out another yes, and he continues his delicious torture. He jacks me in different strokes and patterns. Every single one makes me leak for him, surely making a mess on the comforter below.
“That’s it,” he squeezes and pulls my shaft, drawing more pre-cum from me, rolling my balls with his other hand. “I can feel you about to come, your balls getting tighter, your cock pulsing for me. Do you enjoy being played with like this?”
“God,” I moan, as he twists his hand on my cock in a circular motion. “Yes,” I huff out. “Fuck!”
He jerks me, bringing me to the edge before pulling back, and holding my orgasm hostage. He teases me in the same way he did with the metal object and feather. Pleasure with his tugs, then pain when he grips to stop me from coming. I’m sweating from the exertion and need.
His one hand leaves my balls, and presses against the plug in my ass. It comes to life with vibrations, and I growl his name along with my plea, as he squeezes my cock harder and the plug buzzes against my prostate.
“Eros! Please, can I come? Please, please, please.”
He pulls down on my cock. “Do it. Give me your cum, Theo.”
I explode into the most intense orgasm of my life. One built from the pleasure of pain and denial. My body shakes, hips thrusting forward so my dick fucks his hand, as I come. He gathers my cum, using it as more lube to stroke me through every second of my release.
Eros praises me, filling my head with how much he loves the feel of my dick pulsing in his hand, and how much cum I’ve given him. How happy I’ve made him. I’d preen like a cat, if I wasn’t so lost to all the dizzying sensations.
When the haze of my orgasm begins to fade, he doesn’t stop playing with my sensitive dick. Milking every last drop of cum from me like he said he would.
“Eros,” I whimper. “No more.”
He eases up his touch. “Are you spent, little slut?”
“Sen-sensitive!” I cry as he slides his thumb around the crown.
“You want me to fuck your mouth now, slut? Give your cock a break?”
“Yes!”
He releases my shaft, but leaves the vibrating plug in my ass.
I hear the rustle of what I believe to be him removing his clothes, followed by his hands guiding me to where he wants me.
My muscles ache from holding my position on all fours for so long, and the plush bed is a nice reprieve for my smarting back.
With my head slightly hanging off the edge of the mattress, I wait for Eros’ next move.
“I’m going to take your blindfold off now. I want to see your eyes while you choke on my cock.”
I moan a yes and close my eyes in preparation for the light. Eros ever so gently brings his hands to the knot at the back of my head and unties it, caressing my hair and temple when it’s gone.
He’s turned off the overhead light, leaving only the lamps on the side tables at their lowest setting, one on each side of the king-sized bed. Fuck, this man is thoughtful. More thoughtful than any man I’ve dated.
Eros smiles down at me—he looks beautiful even from this angle—and I can finally see his chest and curved belly. He leans down and kisses me. It’s an awkward kiss, but a sweet one.
“You’re okay to continue?” he murmurs against my lips.
“More than okay.”
He kisses me again, this time slipping me his tongue. I moan around it, but when I try to seek more, he pulls back and looks down at me with his blue eyes that look near black in this light.
“Push on my thighs if it’s too much.”
“Okay.”
He pulls back and caresses my cheek as he stands, taking his dick in his palm so I can see what I’m in for.
Holy fuck.
While my cock is long, his is thick and veined. Pre-cum leaking from the head that’s red and ruddy, ready to be sucked and licked.
“Open up, baby,” he purrs. “Let’s see how much you can take.”