Graham is unbearably aroused at the realization, submission prickling up and down his spine like a physical touch. “Yes, fuck. Yes,” Graham whimpers.
“My come. You make me come and you’ll feel so good. You might come just from the relief of it all.”
“Oh god,” he gasps, hands clutching at Colton’s shoulders.
“The ingredients don’t react to dominant hormones. This doesn’t hurt me, Graham. I just get to enjoy how tight and hot it will make you. You’re going to fall apart and put on a show for me, ride me so well. Do you want to suffer for me? You’re off the charts, so it will likely be very intense. Difficult. I’m excited to see what it does to you.”
That snaps through Graham and he tries to ride Colton hard and rough, needs to slam down onto him and start getting some relief. Colton shushes him, hard hands keeping him still, forcing him to go agonizingly slowly.
“Fuck. I can’t! Sir! I need it harder.”
“Do you? You think that will help? No, that will make it worse, get you more sore inside, baby doll. That’s part of what makes this so perfect for you. The gentler you are, the better you’ll be. No rough and hard and fast for you this time.”
Graham chokes off a scream of frustration. He shakes so much Colton squeezes him in a hard grip.
He tries to quicken the pace and Colton frowns at him and reaches into his other pocket. Which is difficult because his pants are around his ankles. It feels like forever that Graham has to wait.
Colton is holding a collar. He puts it around Graham’s neck, buckling it closed while Graham whimpers. A small strip of leather hangs down between his collarbones, and Colton tugs on it so Graham doesn’t rise too high, the pull on his neck making him gasp.
“Stay still, sweetheart. Let me work,” he murmurs and Graham trembles as he struggles not to bounce on Colton’s cock. It exacerbates the feelings inside him. He’s sure of it. And Graham’s cock is actually swollen, not just red but almost purple, and he needs to come so bad he could cry. His ass must be in a similar state, flushed a dark red with arousal and the physical reaction to the drug, his internal muscles spasming harder and harder.
“I have to move.Please,please let me,” he begs, head thrown back in pleasure and pain.
“No, you don’t. Juststay.” Colton grips Graham’s shaft in his hand. Three quick pulls and he’s coming hard. The relief is profound and momentary. Before he has his breath back he’s hard and aching again, can practically feel the blood flooding into his cock, forcing his shaft to stay painfully erect. Fluid spills out of the tip as he watches.
“Oh god. It’s not better. Why isn’t it getting better?” He grinds against Colton’s cock and it’s like lightning inside him. It makes his muscles lock, and there’s no way he’s going to recover quickly from this. He’ll go to bed and his ass will throb and ache for hours and hours. Every movement makes it worse, like there’s sandpaper inside him. “Fuck, that’s…yes!” and he rises and falls quickly, wanting to get a rhythm going before Coltoncan stop him, make his Dominant feel so good he won’t stop Graham from taking what he needs. The pain is exquisite.
“Let me hurt. Please, please let me hurt for you, Daddy,” he begs.
“There’s my good boy.” Colton pulls the strap again, pressure on his neck, and Graham can’t rise up. He cries out at the restriction, his passage ripples, and Colton closes his eyes in pleasure, grunting at the sensation.
Graham grinds his hips back and forth, seeking something, anything, but there’s nothing and he’s not winning this battle. He just isn’t. He falls forward, bites Colton’s shoulder.
Fingers are on his nipples, plucking them hard, short nails biting deep so they’re swollen and sting. His eyes close, drifting on the misery. But then there’s a cool pinch and he looks down to see Colton releasing the spring of a nipple clamp. The other nipple is clamped almost instantly.
The sight of his own nipples clamped tight, the painful pleasure radiating out of them, makes him come again, weakly but untouched, and his head drops back, exposing the column of his neck.
Colton touches his collar.
“There you go, baby.” Except for a touch of breathlessness (and his ragingly hard cock in Graham’s ass), Colton seems unaffected. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you’re hurting for me.”
Graham looks down again, sees the chains linking the clamps and the collar. It’s perfect. Like he’s owned. He opens his mouth to moan or say something, but Colton presses a soft plastic bit between his teeth. Graham shakes his head against it. The bit is connected to the nipple chains, and the agony of his own movement makes him yell. The bit falls out of his open mouth and Colton chuckles at him.
“Poor baby,” Colton whispers to him, kisses his mouth, his jaw, even his cheeks. His fingers slide through tears and Graham realizes he’s crying.
“Beautiful. You’re falling apart so well. I’m proud of you.” He palms Graham’s pecs and the pain of them shifting in the clamps steals his breath.
Colton touches Graham’s cock next, hand tight again, pulling and twisting at the top, over his head, the stimulation too much. “Still fighting, aren’t you?”
Is he? He takes the opportunity to rise up and down, to milk Colton’s cock and try to make him come, fucking forward and back roughly. He’s going to make Colton come if it kills him.
“No, sweetheart,” Colton growls and he pulls on the cord around Graham’s neck, forcing him to still.
His thighs strain in protest as he tries to rise up again, but Colton is steady and determined, and Graham collapses with a hard huff of breath. He can’t even look at Colton. He’s positively pouring with sweat now. He can tell he’s drooling around the goddamned bit in his mouth, and he has no more moves. There’s nothing he can do to get what he wants. He swallows down the emotion rising in his throat.
“You look so good like this. And when you come like this and it’sagony… You’re a revelation. And that makes me fucking hard, baby. Don’t you want to give that to me?”
“Unh!” he manages to say. But yes, yes, he does. More than his own pleasure and his own pain, he wants Colton to be happy. More than the fight even. He drops the bit. “I do. I will. Whatever. Anything you—” The bit is pressed back into his mouth, and Graham turns his head away, feeling dismissed.
