Chapter Eighteen
Nolan’s whole body heated at James’s words. The tight grip on his ass smarted, but he soaked in the sensation, loving the possessive clutch.
“Can’t wait,” Nolan responded. If the rest James delivered was anything like his flogging, he was in expert hands.
The strikes were deliberate and precise, with enough force to send a burst of pain and pleasure through him every single time.
A few strikes in, he’d reached a floaty space, his balls aching with the need to release.
They’d ache a whole lot more with what James had planned.
“Lay on the couch for me to start,” James said. “Let me get the nipple presses.”
Nolan draped himself on the couch and winced the second his ass hit the fabric. He would feel this for days after, and he couldn’t wait.
James stepped over him holding two rosette presses, four screws in on each. Nolan swallowed hard, anticipation building. His cock was rock-hard, the tip dripping, and he reached down to stroke.
James grabbed his wrist and moved his hand away. “Nuh-uh. I’m in charge of your pleasure tonight.”
Lust scorched through Nolan in a fierce sweep. James skimmed his fingers down Nolan’s chest, tracing circles along his skin. He took his time touching and squeezing him, from his hips to his thighs, then all the way back up to his torso.
James pressed his thumb on Nolan’s lower lip, and Nolan sucked it in.
The thick digit in his mouth made him nearly delirious, ramping up the raging lust inside him.
Fuck, he needed James filling him up something fierce.
He wanted that massive cock ramming inside him, tagging his prostate until he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe.
“You’re gorgeous,” James said, a hush to the words that settled over him. “So good for me, boy.”
He reached up to undo the buttons of his dress shirt, then slipped it off in a fluid motion.
Then, James dragged off his undershirt, showcasing sweat-soaked muscles that Nolan wanted to lick, to worship.
His gaze traveled down to the bulge testing the confines of his slacks.
James attacked his belt next with quick, economical motions, and Nolan lay there, his ass smarting, transfixed.
James dragged down his slacks and stepped out of them, his shoes, and his socks.
James had always been hot, but naked, fuck.
Nolan’s brain all but melted. The man had miles of golden-brown skin he wanted to sink his teeth into, big, broad shoulders, defined pecs, and abs from working out.
His thighs were thick and lightly hairy, and his cock jutted out in its immense glory, bigger than anything Nolan had taken before.
He couldn’t fucking wait.
“Let’s give some attention to these,” James said, settling back on the couch between Nolan’s thighs.
He reached down and squeezed each nipple.
The sting sent pleasure coursing through him, and Nolan shifted on the couch, a move he regretted when the fabric scraped against the tender skin of his ass and thighs.
James leaned down and placed the rosettes on each nipple, a four-point weighted press that would guarantee to make him ache. The rush afterwards was worth it every time. James screwed in the points, until the pressure started to build. “You okay here?” he checked in.
“I can take more,” Nolan said.
“Damn,” James said, a smirk on his lips. “You really are a perfect pain slut.”
His praise sent a shiver through Nolan, who preened under it. After so long feeling difficult, having James adjust to his needs with zero questions was such a relief.
James tightened the screws on the press as the four points pressed in from all sides to apply pressure to his right nipple. Nolan sucked in a sharp breath as the dull ache began in his nipple, one that would grow more insistent the longer they were on. Then James did the same with the other side.
“You look so gorgeous like that,” James said, rubbing his thumb over the tip protruding out of the press. “Better put these to the test.”
Which meant it was time for the humbler.
Nolan’s mouth dried in anticipation, a slight tremble of nerves rushing through him.
Despite having only scened with James once before, Nolan trusted him wholeheartedly.
His consistency, his care, and his skill all confirmed he was a wet dream of a Dom.
Another shiver coursed through Nolan. Fuck, he was so lucky.
James dragged a blanket draped on the back of one of the couches over to the floor and spread it out.
Nolan could’ve swooned. “Hands and knees for me, boy,” James said, coming over to help him up off the couch.
The moment he sat upright, the weights on the nipple presses tugged, sending a spike of pain that made him gasp.
“Slow movements, okay?” James said, a grin on his lips.
“You’re loving this, aren’t you,” Nolan grumbled as he lowered to the ground, taking his time so as not to jostle the weights on his nipples any more than necessary.
“Oh, absolutely,” James said, rich amusement in his tone. “Lucky for me, so are you.”
Nolan bit his lower lip, not wanting to admit how much he loved it.
Pain overrode his headspace, even calming some of his OCD flares at times, and James was a master at delivering it.
He settled on the blanket supporting himself on his hands and knees, his ass blazing and tender.
The weights hung from his nipples, the ache there deep and steady, one he could feel in his gums, but he savored how it grounded him in the moment.
His mind couldn’t take over when all he could focus on were those points.
James’s fingertips pressed against his hole as he slathered it with lube. Then he spread the lube down around his scrotum, all across the balls.
Oh, fuck. For the humbler.
“I’ll need you to tell me if anything feels off or too much,” James said. “You don’t fuck around with these.”
“Well, you do a little,” Nolan teased. “Since I’m guessing you’ll be driving that cock into me after.”
James’s low rumble of laughter echoed through the air, and even though he was naked, on his hands and knees, completely exposed, his presence, his warm voice coated him like a blanket.
“Can’t fucking wait. While it’s on though, I’ll play with you until you come.
Then I’ll fuck you until you’re sobbing. ”
James reached to his side and grabbed something, the rustling amplifying his anticipation.
Then James tugged at Nolan’s scrotum and pulled his balls, stretching the sac out.
A cool piece of metal rested against one side of his scrotum, and then James settled the other piece over the other side, keeping his testicles pushed down.
“You’re doing so good,” James said as he tightened those pieces in place until they pressed against the sensitive skin back there.
Nolan sucked in a deep breath. His balls felt the pressure of being forced down, on the opposite end of the device.
The tightness increased slightly, and Nolan’s breath hitched. “You okay?”
“Green,” he said, even though his heart hammered hard. Any time he entered into pain play, there was the anticipation of the first hit, the first bite of pain to slam in, and he waited in that space now.
“Perfect,” James said. “You look fucking gorgeous in a humbler.”
Slowly, James lowered the humbler, and its full weight descended.
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. For a moment, the breath snagged in Nolan’s throat as he grew accustomed to the heaviness there pressing down on his balls, the intense ache that seared through him.
This wasn’t a sharp sting, more of an ache so intense he felt it in his teeth, but he breathed through the sensations, letting them settle over him.
James ran his palms across Nolan’s back, his ass, steady strokes that soothed him.
The man was the most patient he’d ever met, holding his composure beautifully.
“Color?” James asked as he stroked along Nolan’s ass cheek again.
“Green,” Nolan said. “Just…damn, that’s a difference.”
“Mm, looks sexy,” he said. “The way your balls are struggling underneath.” James brushed his fingertips over them, the lightest touch, and Nolan gasped as if he’d been shocked. “So sensitive. It’s going to feel so good when you come, baby.”
Nolan panted, trying to breathe through the pressure against his balls. It dwarfed the ache at his nipples by a mile, since he’d at least experienced that before. And yet, he didn’t hate it. Once the initial shock settled, he guaranteed he’d become addicted to this.
“I’m going to enjoy fucking this pretty ass after,” James said as he brought his finger to Nolan’s hole again.
He began to circle his lubed finger around it, teasing the sensitive skin, and the pleasure helped take the edge off of the intensity of the humbler.
“Better make sure you’re nice and stretched out with a toy first. I like to go slow and deep. ”
“Ngh.” The words slurred from Nolan’s mouth.
Just the idea of James burying inside him, thrusting in and out of him sent such a sharp spike of lust through him.
His whole body trembled in anticipation as James circled his thick finger around his hole again.
He slipped the tip inside, and the breath exited Nolan’s chest. Fuck, that felt good.
James pushed it all the way in, and he took it with ease.
The feel of him plunging inside set his insides aflame, and Nolan instinctively shifted his hips.
Mistake.
The humbler’s weight sent a deep, pulsing ache through him with the motion, along with the weights swaying from his nipples. Fuck. Oh god. He stilled at once, and a deep, wicked chuckle escaped James, who continued to pump his finger into Nolan’s hole.
His head spun with the flood of adrenaline from the rush of pain that had brought. And soon James would be fucking into him, making those sway in the process. His signals were all tangled—the hit of panic mixed with the thrill that he was addicted to.