He’s still behind me, and my biceps are trembling now, my left arm faltering under the strain and the weight. I suck in a sharp breath, hoping I can find the fortitude to remain strong.
Ronan kneels down behind me again and his chest rubs against my back. His fingers dust across my ribs and down my sides, then he takes my cock into his hand. I’m not hard, my dick apparently the one muscle that isn’t under duress right now. With his other hand, Ronan pinches my nipple between his fingers and pulls.
I groan and my hips press forward. There’s no stopping the instinctual push for friction, and Ronan keeps stroking me in his rough, dry palm until my cockishard for him. He lets go of me and it slaps against my stomach. I moan, and he pulls my erection back like it’s a lever and lets go again, another sharp slap of skin against skin.
I’m still holding the rope and cuffs by sheer willpower alone at this point. I recognize the sound of a lube cap opening, and Ronan slicks my cock in the tunnel of his fist. I moan for him, my head dropping back to bare my throat. He sucks the thin skin into his mouth and then my cock is enveloped in something that’s not his hand, foreign and cold. Ronan bites me and I roll my head down, my eyes landing on the bulky cylindrical milker he’s stuffed my cock into.
He turns the machine on and it hums to life, grasping at my cock and pulsing around the tip. Ronan lets go and the machine supports itself, sucking at my erection. I wish he’d used the rope and cuffs to restrain me, because holding myself open for this is torture.
“How’s your arm?” he asks.
“Not well,” I grunt. I tighten my hand into a fist and try to work the muscles in my arm so they stop quivering.
“Good.”
Ronan picks up a black silicone butt plug and coats it with lube. He does it in front of me, so I know what’s coming, and this is an entirely new kind of pain. He’s always loved drawing every drop of cum out of me, but I think tonight is going to be an exquisite sort of torture. It’s like I’m seeing him in his element for the first time, and even though every muscle in my body is protesting the pleasure and strain he’s giving me, I feel like I, too, am in mine.
He walks behind me and drops to his knees, pushing the plug inside of me. It’s thick and big, and it pops into my ass after a rough shove. I cry out and my body seizes. The rope and cuffs tumble off my arm and onto the floor, landing with two soft thumps.
Shit.
“Don’t worry,” Ronan says, stroking a hand down the back of my hair. “You’ll probably like what happens now.”
Ronan cuffs me and threads the rope through the D-rings of the cuffs, then pulls outward. There’s eyebolts in the floor and he loops the rope through one, pulling until my chest is against the floor, my cock trapped in the milker and pressed between my chest and the ground. I’m exposed in a way that feels greater than before, and my instinct is to cover myself, but I can’t. The rings on the cuffs rattle and I realize I’m helpless. My balls are hot and tight, and I don’t know if I need permission to come, but I don’t think it matters anymore. I couldn’t control it even if I wanted to.
Ronan rubs something against the side of my face, and I focus my eyes on it. I recognize the pale yellow of a bamboo cane, and he drags the tip of it around my shoulder and down my spine. With his other hand, he pulls the plug out of my ass, then shoves a finger inside.
“I love when your hole gapes for me,” he says, then he pulls his finger out.
My hips fuckagainst the floor, as if the milker needs any help getting me off, and I arch my back, displaying my ass for him the way he likes. Ronan does nothing, but I can hear him breathing.
I shake.
I tremble.
I moan.
“Youcancome, Kevin. I expect it, actually.” Ronan drags the tip of the cane across my ass, pushing it against my pucker so the tip slips inside. He doesn’t go far, just enough so I think about what would happen if he went deeper. How far would he put his cane inside of me? What would it feel like to have something that deep inside of me?
Would I like it?
“And Kevin, I want to hear it. Every time you come.”
“Yes, Ronan,” I rasp, as my first orgasm slams into me. I shout against my forearms, the milker swallowing my load but giving me no rest. It continues to slurp and suck around my cock at the same painfully slow rhythm. I writhe against the floor, but there’s no escape, and then Ronan hits me.
