“Jesus fucking Christ.” I swear he’s about to rip the nipple clamps from me and put them on himself. “So needy, Chaos.”
He hisses when I attach the first one, but it’s quickly followed by a moan. Same with the second, and when I pull gently on the chain his eyes roll back into his head as his body shivers.
“Stand up and remove your pants. Underwear too.”
He does and when the joggers drop, I moan, my cock throbbing at the sight of the huge wet spot on his blue boxers which is growing by the second. When he’s completely naked, I slick his length with some lube, then slide the cock ring on, stroking him once right after.
Grabbing the set of leather cuffs, I stand, then step behind him. “I’m going to bind your hands and ankles and then I’m going to fuck you until my cock doesn’t ache anymore.”
“Do it. Fuck me into oblivion.”
I kneel and kiss the back of his left thigh before wrapping the leather thigh cuff around and tightening it. I do the same with the other leg.
“How does that feel? Too tight?”
“It feels good,” he says, voice breathy.
Next, I secure the ankle cuffs. Once they’re on, I stand and pepper his back with kisses before placing each of the leather wrist cuffs on.
He looks at me, those ice blue eyes already growing hazy. “I’m so fucking hard, Becks.”
I gently turn his head to face the mirror. “Look at how obscene your cock looks. How red and swollen it is. How much it’s leaking.”
When he whines, I tug the chain connecting the nipple clamps and his hips buck, cock drooling. He’s panting and moaning, his own reflection turning him on.
“On the center of the mattress, face down, knees to your chest with your wrists at your ankles.”
He crawls onto the bed and gets in position. I clip the double-ended snap hooks, connecting his right ankle and wrist to the D-ring of his right thigh cuff, then do the same to the left side. After, I grab the spreader bar and attach it to his ankles.
“How does it feel?”
“Like I’m about to come.”
I slap his ass and he groans. “Are you okay being restrained in this position, smartass? Your knees okay?”
“Yes, but my fucking asshole needs attention. Please, Becks. Fuck me already.”
I swat him again, harder this time and his whole body jolts. Placing my hand on his ass, I squeeze the pinkened flesh.
“That all you got, Becks?”
Oh, the brat’s coming out to play, so the swats come faster, in quick succession, each time his body rocks forward a bit, the head of his cock rubbing against the sheets.
“Fuck, harder, Becks, please. Fuck, more. Please!”
I laugh a little and stop, reaching under him to tug on the nipple clamp chain. He wails and pulls at the cuffs, rubbing his face into the mattress.
“Viktor, do you need to stop?”
“No!” He looks back at me, tears staining his cheeks. “Please, don’t stop.”
Taking my time to undress, I watch as he squirms and mumbles to himself. Reaching into my nightstand, I grab a condom, then put it on before slicking myself up.
“Ready?”
“Y-yes. Fuck me. Own me.”
I lean over, kissing down his spine and over his heated cheeks before lapping at his hole, sucking it, and tasting him to loosen him. Once he’s ready, I line myself up, then push inside with one hard thrust.
