Chapter Eighteen #2
“Think you can take another finger,” James commented as he pulled his finger back only to add another to the mix.
The intrusion stretched him open a little more, and the feel of his fingers sliding inside him sent a rush of drool to fill his mouth.
Fuck, James’s cock was bigger than that, and soon he’d have his full length stretching him wide, wrecking his hole.
Slapping against his tender, freshly flogged cheeks.
The anticipation sent another rush through him, and his cock wept on the floor, the pre-cum dribbling into a small pool.
The pain should’ve deflated his erection, but he loved these sensations far too much.
The ache around his nipples grew so intense, but it didn’t compare to the drag around his balls.
His scrotum was stretching to its limit, his balls compressed in a way that made him want to squirm.
And yet James fucked his fingers inside him in slow and steady strokes, lighting him up each time.
James crooked his fingers, and bliss exploded through him as he tagged his prostate.
Given the intensity of everything else, the pain amplified the pleasure that much more.
“Ready for the toy, baby?” James teased, a vicious bit of delight in his tone that was pure sadism. Nolan shivered. Fuck, he loved that so much.
“Please,” he begged, needing something bigger, something more stretching him out, while the humbler weighed him down.
James reached down, and a rustling sounded, but Nolan didn’t dare look back. Then the slick tip of a thick toy brushed at his hole. A shiver ran through him as James kept him stable, all while sliding the cock deeper and deeper inside him.
James clutched Nolan’s hips, holding him in place so the amount of swaying was minimal, which he appreciated, given the agony around his balls and nipples. His breath came out in short pants, and fuck. He might explode, come apart at the seams.
James pinned him in place to minimize shifting of the humbler weighing down his balls and the presses on his nipples. The intense ache hadn’t left, but it had taken a backseat to how insanely good the toy felt pumping in and out of him.
His breaths came in pants, his body humming like a live wire.
“You’re doing so well,” James said as he continued to fuck him with the toy, slow and easy. “Your greedy hole just sucking this in.”
Pain and pleasure mingled together, growing unbearable, to the point his teeth ached, to the point he burned and burned and burned. The humbler’s weight, the drag of it around his balls and the intense ache, bone deep, resonated through him. Fuck, how could he survive this?
His mind swirled and muddled as James pushed the length into him, keeping him stable all the while.
Each stroke sent a furious sweep of pleasure as it grazed his prostate again and again.
Yet the ache in his balls was so intense, the humbler clamped around them with such a heaviness he could scream, could ball his hands into fists and weep.
James wrapped a hand around his cock, and he began to stroke.
Oh god, oh god, oh god.
James’s hand was warm and callused, and he managed to somehow continue the slow thrust of the toy inside him, all while his steady strokes made the pre-cum gush at the tip of Nolan’s cock. His breaths came out in fast pants.
The heaviness in his balls made it seem impossible, as if he’d never be able to orgasm, even though the tension built and built and built.
A keening cry escaped his lips.
“Come on beautiful,” James nudged. “You can do it.”
James’s palm against his cock made his breaths come out short, the sweat to prickle on his forehead.
His balls drew up but were stopped by the humbler, and he howled in agony.
Before the pain overtook him, pleasure coursed through his system in a slow, consuming wave.
It traveled through him like molten honey, trickling out until his cock spurted cum.
The orgasm rolled over him with gradual immenseness, like rain overtaking a horizon, and he surrendered to the sensation.
Nolan hung his head, a sob escaping his throat.
“So good for me,” James murmured. “Let me take this off so I can fuck you now, baby.”
In a few deft motions, James unscrewed one side of the humbler, then the other. He slowly removed the bar on either side, and the rush of sensation that slammed into Nolan was so fierce his vision briefly went blank. Pain or pleasure, he wasn’t sure, but his scrotum was so damn sore.
James rolled on a condom and settled behind him. “Still want my cock?” he teased.
“Please,” he begged. He wanted to feel James gliding inside him, setting him ablaze until he burned and burned and burned. “Please fuck me.”
“I’m gonna slide in nice and deep,” James said. “Going to fuck you until you’re sobbing, baby.”
Damn. Lust pumped through him hot and fierce.
His cock wept, but he didn’t dare move to touch it with his precarious position.
James nudged the tip of his cock against Nolan’s hole and pushed the first inch in.
The stretch made his body tense, so strong that he gritted his teeth.
James had looked massive, but seeing was different to feeling.
He’d never taken a cock this big, even the toys he played with himself.
“You’re so fucking tight,” James groaned out as he drew back then pushed in another few inches.
“You feel so good.” Thank fuck James took his time.
Sensations barraged him from every angle, the stretch of his hole, the ache of his weighted nipples and from where the humbler had dragged down his balls.
Sweat broke out on his temple, and his cock deflated slightly from the sheer amount hitting him.
James drew back again, shallow pumps as he adjusted Nolan’s hole to his girth. Each one eased the way a little more, and soon, James slid in deeper, inch by intense inch.
“Just how long are you?” Nolan gasped out, and James gave his ass a light spank. The sting radiated through him, adding to the mess of sensations. His mind swirled, the hazy feeling settling stronger than when he’d been flogged.
“Long enough to make you scream,” James responded, the wicked amusement still in his voice.
He thrust in again, a few more inches, until his groin settled against Nolan’s cheeks.
The fullness threatened to take him apart from the inside out, and his body was close to detonating—and he wasn’t sure with pleasure or pain.
“Damn, you feel insane. So, so good. You sure you’ve taken cock before? ”
Nolan glanced back. “Plenty.”
James let out a deep laugh that echoed through the room.
“Well, you haven’t taken mine before.” The cockiness sent a flush of heat through him, because the man could back it up.
Every. Single. Inch. Then James drew back and thrust in, the slow, deliberate stroke sending a flush of pleasure through him, so strong that his limbs quaked.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Nolan babbled out, the weights on his nipples swaying.
When James bottomed out, his groin pressed against all the sensitive flesh of his ass.
His balls moved as well, sending another pulse of intense, bone-searing ache through him from the way the humbler had ravaged his balls.
He let out a cross between a whimper and a sob, his systems so confused.
“Color?” James asked, drawing back.
“Green,” Nolan gasped out.
James pushed in, knocking the breath from him.
His thick cock brushed against his prostate and sent fireworks flaring through him, so strong that even the ache in his balls, in his nipples paled in comparison.
He could quickly become addicted to this man.
To how he wielded tenderness and viciousness in even strokes.
To the way he cared but also pushed him to his limits.
“I’m not going to last long with how good you feel,” James continued. “Now that I know, it’s going to be a problem. I’m going to want to live in this ass.”
Nolan made a strangled noise. Fuck, he wanted that so badly.
To let James take him any time he wanted, to slide right in and fuck him until he sobbed.
“Please,” he begged, even though he wasn’t even sure what for.
His mind turned to mush as James set to rocking into him at an even tempo, the strokes controlled and steady, as he delivered hit after hit of pleasure and pain in equal doses.
His cock dripped more on the blanket beneath him, flushed and needy, growing hard again even after just coming.
James continued to fuck into him, his pace slow and measured.
His cock was so huge it brushed against his prostate with each pass, and Nolan sucked in a breath as another onslaught of pleasure rushed through him.
Drool pooled in his mouth as he lost himself to sensation, his mind in overload.
Sweat prickled his forehead and back, and his limbs trembled, but he remained upright by some miracle.
James’s hands on his hips offered a solidity he relied on right now.
James had sped up his pace to the point that pain and pleasure formed a tug of war.
James bottomed out again, the smack of skin against his heated skin sending him reeling, just like the sway of the humbler. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Damn, you’re such a tight fit,” James purred.
“And look at the marks on your balls. You looked so gorgeous in a humbler.” The praise rained over him, melding with the waves of different sensations wreaking havoc on his body.
A dribble of saliva escaped his lips, and he sucked it back. Fuck, oh god.
James’s fingers wove through his hair, and he yanked back, bringing Nolan’s head up as he rode him. The sting to his strands elevated him higher, so different from the throbbing to his balls, to his nipples. The intensity grew by the second, the ache competing with the familiar need to come.