“Yes, Ronan.”
“Good.” Ronan yanks the power cord of the milker out of the wall. It stops mid suck, and the vacuum releases and the cylinder slides off my dick. The air in the room is cold and feels like needles against the hot and used skin of my cock. I clench my teeth together to stifle a groan.
“Don’t do that,” Ronan chides, reaching down to collect the milker. With his free hand, he smacks my soft cock, and I cry out. He laughs. “I like hearing you. And seeing you. But let’s get you put away for now.”
Ronan walks away and drops the milker into a plastic tub on the floor, then rifles around in one of his cabinets. I don’t move, not because I don’t want to, but because I can’t. My bones have turned soft, but my muscles are tight, and I just want to lay here and drown in my aches.
Ronan is back, petting my face, and I lean into him, lapping up the adoration and quiet words of praise he offers me. He dusts his hands down my sweaty body and takes my cock into his hand, quickly tucking me away into a steel cage. He slips a thin metal rod into the slit of my dick, and the plug pushes into my urethra. I want to cry, and I want to relieve myself, and I want to do everything and nothing all at once. I whimper and curl myself into a ball.
Having my dick locked inside a cage is demeaning, and something in me likes it. Unfathomably, I thicken in the prison Ronan has locked me in, but something sharp and painful presses against the tender underside of my crown.
“What the…?” I breathe half the question, and Ronan chuckles.
Something inside the cage pinches my dick and I cry out, my body jerking against the floor. A hand on my sternum pushes me flat again.
“Yeah,” Ronan says with a small smile. “It has spikes. Just a little reminder.”
He hauls me to my feet and walks me across the room. My back slams into the wall and the spikes press into my cock and I’m crying. Ronan drags his fingers down my cheeks, smearing my tears. When he gets to my neck, he slides something around it. By the time I realize it’s a collar, I’m already locked. Another click and he has my neck clipped to the wall. Two more, and my arms are spread wide, secured to loose hanging O-rings on either side of me.
I’m exposed for him, milked of my cum and my tears. I can taste his precum and his piss in my mouth, and even though he’s locked my cock, it hardens for him. I don’t know how he gives me everything I need, but somehow he just knows.
I’ve always known I’m a masochist, and it’s been easy to find people who like to hurt me for a little while and then move on, but there’s a spark in Ronan’s eye and I know for certain. He’s a sadist, through and through, and before the night is done, he’s going to own me, body and soul.
I lick my lips and close my eyes, giving myself over for his pleasure.
It’s a different kind of submission when you’re in it for your own pain, rather than being in it so someone else can get off on hurting you. I stop tempering my reactions and thrash in my binds, making sure he knows how much I hurt for him.
Ronan palms his cock and watches me. I scream until my throat is hoarse, and he fucks his fist the entire time, only stopping so he doesn’t come. He picks a bag up from the floor and closes the space between us. He’s sweating and his fingers tremble, and I know he’s hard for me. Because of me.
“Stick out your tongue,” he says, his voice deep and scratchy.
I do, and he clamps it with a black, rubber tipped clothespin. I groan and bang my head against the wall. The collar pushes at my throat, a reminder that I’m here for the duration.
He puts pins on each of my nipples and smirks at me, eyes hot with lust, then he threads a thin cord through the pins. He works slowly, agonizingly so, lining pins from my nipples, around my armpits, down my biceps and into the dips of my elbows. He threads the cord through every pin until he reaches the thin skin of my wrist, then he flicks the last clothespin and I slam my eyes closed.
He runs his hands from my wrists to my nipples, teasing and jostling the clothespins as he goes. He takes the one on my tongue between his fingers and pulls down, then he spits, a glob of saliva landing on the tip. It slides down my chin, and Ronan runs his fingers into my mouth, pushing his spit into my throat. I gag around his hand and every twitch of my body sends jolts of fire through all the points of contact on my skin.
He bends a little and reaches between us, then teases his cock against my asshole. I’ll die if he doesn’t fuck me, but I might die anyway. He presses against me, the thick, blunt head stretching me open and holding me deep in the heart of that feeling of intrusion. My eyelashes flutter and my eyes roll back into my head, and he pulls the pin off my tongue and slams our mouths together.
“Kevin,” he whispers against my lips.
I nod, unable to find words.
“Tell me what you want.” His cock inches into me, bare and slick with lube.
“Anything.”
“I want to do terrible things to you.” He smiles against my mouth, and I nod again.
He shoves a hand between us and grabs the base of his cock, and then…I don’t…I don’t know what’s happening, but…
“Yeah,” he says. “I’m marking you here, too.”
My body stretches and fills, and he’s actually pissing inside me. I convulse, wracked by a tremor so strong it threatens to rip the bolts that restrain me out of the walls.
“So hot.” I grit my teeth as I swell to accommodate what he’s giving me.
He pushes a little deeper into me, and his urine slicks around his cock and out of me, down my thighs and onto the floor, splattering at my feet. Then he fucks me. We’re both covered in sweat and piss, and he fucks me so hard I’m sure the entire length of my back will be a wall-shaped bruise by the time he’s done.
My cock is fighting against the spikes that impale it, the plug threaded into my urethra is making me feel like I’m floating, and then I’m there. That wonderful, magic place where I weigh nothing. My body is overwrought with pleasure and pain, and I’m begging him to come again, needing to be present in this moment of complete and utter perfection.
“Give me this one last thing, Kevin, and then you can come.” His command is hot against my mouth, and I don’t know what more I have left to give him, but with one sharp tug on the thin pink cord, the clothespins tear away from my flesh like a zipper and I scream.
That’s what he wanted.
Our mouths are joined and he swallows my agony into the deepest parts of him, and his cock thickens inside of me. He comes, painting my channel with proof of his dominance, and I go limp in my restraints, sobbing into his mouth. He licks up my pain and submission with an eager tongue, then unfastens the cage between my legs.
The plug slips out of my urethra and I let go, relieving myself all over him with a sob, then I’m coming. My cock is soft and spent and every pulse of cum feels like a razor blade. My balls are tender and abused, but he’s drawn this one last offering out of me, and it’s all I have left to give. Ronan unclips all my restraints and I collapse against him. He lowers our bodies to the floor and he holds me until I fall asleep.
