He’s not wrong. I definitely don’t want my arms restrained. This is vulnerable enough, thank you. I settle my hands at my sides, press my lips to a line, and raise my brows. “Happy?”
Tristan licks his lips. “Indeed. Now stay still, or you could injure yourself.”
Injure myself? What the hell? “Injure myself how?”
“Shh, just watch.” Tristan pulls a slender metal rod longer than my cock from the assortment on the instrument table and slicks it with lube.
My stomach clenches. What could he possibly mean to do with—
He lubes up my slit and holds my dick steady.
I cringe. No way.No way. He couldn’t possibly be planning to put that in there.
“Nice and still,” Tristan murmurs as he lines up the tip of the shiny rod with my hole.
It takes all my resolve not to shove him away and protect my most precious part. “Tristan, no. That’s not going to fit.”
“It will.” His focus remains intent on his task.
My breaths come faster and faster. “But it’s going to hurt.”
“It might. A little.” Tristan inserts the tiniest bit and waits. I ball my hands into fists. “But you can take a bit of pain to win your pleasure, can’t you, Max? I can make you feel good if you let me. Are you going to let me?”
I have a choice?Nowaltzes to the edge of my tongue and lingers there, but curiosity stops me from blurting it out.
My cock has never been this sensitive, like a million tiny nerve endings tingle and buzz around that tiny hole, waiting for their chance to fire. Even the clinical way he holds my shaft, preparing it to take the little medical tool, feels amazing. Five steady fingertips keep me in place. The sight captivates my attention like nothing else. My cock, waiting to be fucked by unforgiving metal.
“Um.” Oh my god, am I really this horny? Apparently, yes. “Okay.”
Tristan guides the rod as it sinks inside me. Fuck. That’s intense. It’s even more intense when he urges it farther with the slightest nudge from his fingers. The sting tugs a gasp from my throat. He twists the metal, coating my insides with lube, and the sting lessens.
The rod sinks again, another inch disappearing when Tristan gives my length a gentle stroke. I shut my eyes, and stars explode behind my eyelids. It hurts in the best possible way, like lava pulsing in my penis, full and heavy with pressure.
My cock devours the little rod as if this is a normal thing to be doing. Impossible not to be entranced, watching it disappear bit by bit, feeling it deeper and deeper. My lips part.
Tristan’s low laughter snags my attention. If his smirking grin is anything to go by, he’s enjoying the hell out of this. “Tell me how it feels, Max.”
I grunt an affirmation, which is all I can manage. My head is as full as my poor dick, thoughts swirling. I like it, but I shouldn’t. I want him to stop, but I don’t. My balls are tight and hard as rocks. So much pressure I might explode.
Tristan spins the rod, pulls it out a smidge, then presses it back in. “Use your words.”
I’m biting the inside of my cheek. “Fuck, do that again.”
To my surprise, he does. He tugs the rod almost the whole way out, pauses, and pushes it back in. Then even farther. I groan.
“Words, Max.”
“What am I supposed to say? It feels like you’re fucking my dick, Tris.”
“Eloquence was never in your skill set.” This time he removes the rod completely, and the lack of it is both relieving and empty. Like I didn’t realize how nice that sense of fullness felt until it was gone. I wish he’d use his mouth and blow me. I have a big load I’d like to send down his gullet.
He sets the rod on the table and retrieves another, larger one, nearly as wide as a pencil. I recoil automatically, drawing my knees inward. “That’s too big.”
“You’re wrong.” He nudges my thighs apart with his shoulders and grabs my dick. It twitches in his grip. “You’re wrong a lot. Not that you care.”
I mean, hopefully, I’m wrong because he’s lining up the bigger piece of metal with the tip of my cock. What will happen if it doesn’t fit? Fuck. I’m bracing for pain, abs clenched, but I can’t look away as if hypnotized by the sight.
“Relax,” Tristan murmurs. As he works the rod inside me, the sting returns. He tightens his grip on my shaft. The rod begins its slow descent. I hold my breath, mesmerized by every disappearing inch. The pain-pleasure sensation overtakes me. Being stimulated from inside, my goddamn penis feels like nothing else.
