Landon gripped the ends of the clamps between his fingers and pulled downward with a wince. His nipples had been constricted for hours now and he was not looking forward to whenever Gregory decided to remove the clamps, but he didn’t imagine it would hurt much worse than having them pulled and twisted right now.
Gregory pulled his cock out of his underwear and stroked it in front of Landon’s face, the smell of soap and precum hitting Landon’s nose. His mouth parted without his consent. Gregory dangled a length of chain beside his cock and waved it around.
“Attach the clamps to this.”
Landon took the chain and noted there were two small clips in the links. He attached the clips to the ends of the clamps then held the end of the chain on his flattened palm. Gregory took it from his hand and yanked. Landon shouted, and Gregory pushed his cock between his parted lips. Gregory loosened the chain and the sensation on his nipples abated briefly, but his relief was short lived as Gregory began to relentlessly pound his cock into his mouth.
Landon dropped his hands back to his thighs, his eyes fluttering closed. Gregory assaulted his mouth, his slick precum greasing Landon’s tongue as he pushed deeper toward Landon’s throat. Gregory grunted and moaned and pulled on the chain connected to Landon’s nipples. The sounds leaving Gregory’s mouth were almost enough to make Landon’s cock spout off right there with no contact, but the bite of pain from the clamps kept him grounded.
This was why he submitted. This was what he needed, what he craved. This indescribable feeling of being both here and away at the same time. Landon knew he was in Gregory’s house, knew his mouth was full of cock, and knew his nipples were hardened into painful points of agony. But with every pump into his throat and every yank on the chain, his mind calmed, and cleared, and drifted.
Gregory pulled his cock out of Landon’s mouth and lifted up on the chain.
“Stand up, boy.” Gregory’s voice was rough in a way Landon hadn’t heard before and it sent a shiver through his entire body. He stood, assisted by Gregory. They were face to face and Landon’s eyes were heavy with the depths of his pleasure. He loved to serve. He lived for it. It had been so fucking long since he’d hadthiswith anyone.
“On the bed, on your back.” Gregory dropped the chain and Landon took a step back until his knees hit the bed. He crawled backward onto the sheets and positioned himself with his arms and legs slightly spread.
Gregory appeared at his side and dropped two sets of cuffs onto the bed; then he leaned over Landon’s body, the hairs on his chest abrading his sore nipples, and attached the cuffs to his wrists and ankles. Gregory pulled some rope from a drawer in the nightstand and looped it around the corners of the headboard then through the cuffs. He pulled Landon’s arms out and up, the rope taut, and left his ankles loose, though tied.
Gregory fed the chain between the nipple clamps between Landon’s teeth until it was tight and pulled the clamps away from his body. Landon grunted and bared his teeth. Gregory rubbed their noses together and pressed a kiss against Landon’s parted mouth, licking his tongue across the cool chain as well as his teeth.
“I’m going to defile you,” he whispered, and it sounded like a promise.
Gregory pushed off the bed and Landon heard his feet padding around the room, rustling through drawers before returning. He tossed a bottle of lube on the bed then a wide-shafted, hollow butt plug. He set two candles on the nightstand, colored wax in tall cylindrical jars. He situated himself between Landon’s spread legs and licked a hot stripe from his hole to his balls.
Landon’s body jerked and he cried out through his clenched teeth, trying to adjust himself so he didn’t yank the clamps with his mouth the next time. Gregory continued to lick and suck at his hole, the tip of his tongue pressing in and pulling out until Landon thought he was going to lose his mind. Then he was filled, Gregory breached his hole with two fingers. He scissored them apart and twisted his wrist, knuckles grazing across Landon’s prostate as he stretched him.
Gregory’s fingers disappeared and Landon recognized the feel of silicone pushing at his ass, then the cold drip of lube as Gregory slicked his crack and pushed the plug inside. It was wide, wider than Landon had expected and his body trembled when Gregory reached the widest part. Gregory dripped more lube and rotated the plug, the friction giving way to a smooth slide, then his muscles relaxed and the plug slipped in.
Landon hadn’t ever used a hollow plug before, and the feeling was initially unsettling, the cool air of the bedroom reaching inside him wasn’t a sensation he ever planned to be familiar with. He squeezed his eyes closed and tried to focus on the searing pain in his nipples to ground himself.
“Look at you like this.”
Landon could feel pressure in his ass, but no direct contact. He whined.
“Come on. Tilt your head up so you can see,” Gregory said, his voice dark.
Landon angled his head at the neck to look down his body, doing his best to not yank on the chain or twist his shoulders and arms. What he saw caused every muscle in his body to clench and an involuntary cry to make its way up from his throat.
Gregory there, between his spread legs, with a hard and leaking cock, with three fingers inside of Landon’s ass, twisting and turning, rubbing against the silicone of the plug but not touching his actual channel themselves.
Landon dropped his head back onto the pillows and closed his eyes, near tears. He couldn’t find words to describe how he felt, physically or emotionally. He clenched his hands into fists and relaxed them, forcing his breathing to return to normal.
“That’s what I thought,” Gregory confirmed with a laugh. Then the pressure inside of Landon’s hole was gone. Gregory slid his body up Landon’s, their cocks crashing into each other. Landon tugged the chain again and sighed, the pain enveloping him like a favorite blanket.
Gregory crawled away from him and went to the dresser and picked up one of the candles and blew the flame out, tapping his finger against the wax and smirking slightly. He used a thumb to ball the wax off his skin then he flicked it aside. He reached into Landon’s mouth and pulled the chain out, wrapping the length around his fist.
“I think I’m ready to hear you scream,” Gregory told him ominously, then he pulled.
The clamps tugged and gripped Landon’s nipples, stretching the tender skin until they couldn’t hold on any longer and flew free. The blood flow immediately returned and Landon’s entire body jerked in pain.
“Fuck!” he cried, back arching off the bed.
The pain came in torturous waves and he could feel it pounding through the delicate nerve endings of his nipples with every beat of his heart. With his free hand, Gregory pinched one of the newly freed buds between his fingers and repeated the same motion he’d used to ball up the wax just prior.
Landon shouted again, a sob tearing from his throat. He was in agony, and then he wasn’t. The daggers in his nipples turned into feathers and his entire body crested on a wave of stimulation.
Gregory chuckled and released Landon’s nipple. Landon sucked in a breath and his body shuddered. Gregory formed his hand into a claw atop Landon’s sternum, his short fingernails pressing into the skin. He ripped his hand down Landon’s chest, to his stomach, and Landon sobbed again, the heat of the abrasions searing into his skin.
