“I’ll get what I want out of you,” Adam promised, and of that Cooper had no doubt.
He never would have gone as far as to call Adam a proper sadist, but Cooper was assuredly a masochist. That was one of the reasons switching worked so well for him. It was the best of both worlds, and it wasn’t so much that Adam liked to hurt him, but Adam liked tomarkhim. He loved when Cooper would call him the day after a session and tell him how much it hurt to sit, his ass purple and red with handprints and cane stripes.
Cooper loved making the calls.
More than that, what Cooper loved was taking Adam to his knees and wringing submission out of him while he wore Adam’s marks and bruises on his skin. The dichotomy of the relationship was what made him hard, and the reminder of that forced a bead of precum out the slit of his dick.
Adam shoved him back to the carpet, but with the added tension in his nipples from the clamps, the carpet burned like fire against his flesh. He opened his mouth and exhaled, a quiet moan following his breath. Adam moved quickly after that, reaching down between his legs and strapping a thick and sturdy leather band around his cock and balls, all but ensuring the elongation of their play. Cooper wasn’t as young as he used to be, and orgasms didn’t come en masse, but he could tell Adam was going to make it a long day for both of them.
Adam mounted him, sitting on the small of his back and kneading Cooper’s ass in his hands. Adam touched him roughly, squeezing his ass and dropping teasing smacks against his skin. Every strike jostled the plug, as he’d intended. His cock hardened, the head of his dick leaking into the carpet with every move. Adam’s touch turned aggressive, the teasing smacks moving into a proper warm up and then a full-on assault.
Cooper’s brain switched off as the pain of Adam’s skin against his ass ballooned and consumed him, morphing into pleasure and promise and agony in the same breath. His skin was hot to the touch, he could tell, the rest of his body covered in gooseflesh. Beneath Adam’s weight, he trembled, and when Adam pressed on the end of the plug, encouraging it to move deeper, Cooper moaned.
“There you go,” Adam responded, tone far from complimentary. “That’s a start. Don’t move, Cooper.”
Adam climbed off of him again and left the room. Cooper knew he was gone even though his brain didn’t register the absence, and then Adam was back, and Cooper’s skin was on fire. It took a beat before he put together what was happening, but the hot splatter and the memory of the boiling water from earlier clicked into place just as Adam poured the last of the completely melted candle onto his tender and inflamed ass.
That was a trick Cooper had shown him—to sit the glass candles in boiling water and let the entire pillar melt into the container. It was a different kind of sensation than standard wax play. While there was always appeal to a littledrip, drip, dripof wax over a well-teased nipple or engorged cock, the feel of an entire candle's worth of wax being poured over your skin at once was totally different.
“Adam,” he panted, unsure of what else to say.
“Wrong.”
“Sir,” he tried.
“What?” Adam set the empty candle holder on the dresser and pulled something out of the drawer.
The wax quickly cooled to room temperature, hardening against his ass and the backs of his thighs. He knew there was some on his balls, but the snug hold of the cock ring was all he could focus on down there.
“Thank you.”
His eyes rolled back as his body fell into the sensation from the wax, and Adam answered him with a small laugh.
“I wouldn’t thank me yet,” Adam said, moving and pressing his fingers against the hardened wax. “We still have to get this wax off.”
At first, the sensation of leather against him didn’t register. The wax had warmed his skin even more and formed a protective barrier over his spanked, tender flesh, but Adam was nothing if not dedicated to the cause, and less than a dozen swings later, the unmistakable bite of a leather tawse cracked against his ass.
His cock pulsed, fighting against the strap, and Adam continued to swing, leather against wax and leather against wax, until it was nothing but leather against skin, against skin, against skin.
Cooper loathed the cock ring in that moment, his body straining toward an orgasm as Adam connected the split and angled leather against his tender flesh. He moved lower, striking the sensitive place where Cooper’s thighs met his ass, and Cooper cried out, stretching forward and curling his fingers into the carpet to stop himself from crawling away.
“Almost there,” Adam said. Not praise. It was a warning.
Adam struck him half a dozen more times, and sweat dripped down Cooper’s forehead and into his eyes. He squeezed them closed, arching his back and giving Adam easier access. This was what he needed. What he wanted.
What he had missed.
Adam dropped the tawse on the carpet and dropped onto his knees. He twisted the plug inside Cooper’s ass and then gave it a tug, pulling it free of his body with a needypop.
Adam met him there, sealing his lips over Cooper’s hole and shoving his tongue into the gape left after the plugs removal. Cooper made another sound, this one guttural and hungry. It quickly morphed into a scream, and Adam grabbed his cock and balls, unsnapping the leather band that had been so tight around him.
Cooper’s entire body seized and trembled, the muscles in his legs giving out as his orgasm slammed into him. Cum shot out of his cock, and Adam released him, instead digging his nails into Cooper’s already abused ass and holding him steady. With Adam’s hot and determined tongue inside of him, Cooper came all over the floor.
Adam didn’t give him rest, pulling his tongue out and situating himself again, raining sharp smacks of his hand against Cooper’s ass until he screamed himself hoarse, rutting against the carpet to get away, but held in place by Adam’s tight grip and hard touch.
His voice cracked, and Adam hit him one more time, fingernails grazing over a wound left from the tawse, and then his touch turned soft and fond. Cooper struggled to breathe, couldn’t make sense of the pain in his legs and balls or the hardness of his cock. Adam rolled him over onto his back, the small of his spine landing in the puddle of cooling cum beneath him.
Adam spit on Cooper’s dick and stroked him to hardness, then hooked one finger through the chain on Cooper’s nipple clamps and made a fist around Cooper’s dick with the other. Adam lowered himself down—no prep—letting Cooper’s painful erection spear him apart. The slide was easier than it should have been, and Cooper realized at some point, Adam had to have slicked either Cooper’s cock or his own ass.
