“Sit up,” Cold said patiently, strong arms helping Jimmy lean back and peeling off his robe. “Open your mouth.”
Jimmy obeyed and blinked at the sudden taste of latex, a rubber ball resting between his teeth. It felt unnatural and strange, thick straps lightly scratching his cheeks as Cold buckled it into place.
A gag. Cold had gagged him. Jimmy’s tongue slipped around the ball, taking in the new taste. It was a little weird, but the leather felt good. It was soothing, and he was oddly calm in spite of how aroused he was.
Now he could be a good boy, he could be quiet like Cold wanted him to be. He didn’t have to fight so hard, he could enjoy himself, and do exactly what Cold wanted.
“There,” Cold sighed, very pleased, “much better.”
Jimmy whimpered experimentally, the sound promptly muffled.
“Lovely,” Cold praised, reaching up and grabbing a handful of Jimmy’s hair. He pulled him back against his chest as he slid Jimmy up into his lap, saying quietly, “Thumbs up for yes, thumbs down for no or if you want me to stop at any point. Do you understand?”
Thumbs up, without hesitation.
“Good,” Cold said, quick hands getting himself ready, “because I can’t wait to hear you try to scream.”
Jimmy was perfectly pliant, gasping as Cold’s thick cock began to push inside his slick hole. He moaned loudly, the gag stifling the sound but not completely. Cold’s fingers dug into his hips, and he began to grunt as he quickly set a brutal pace. He was rough, forcing Jimmy to bounce up and down on his cock.
Jimmy submitted, giving himself over to every demand that Cold’s cock made of his body. His cries of pleasure were somewhat muted by the gag, but Jimmy began to suspect that Cold was enjoying how he sounded like this. The louder he tried to cry out, the harder Cold fucked him.
Jimmy started drooling profusely, whining shamefully at the mess he was making of himself. He tried to swallow as much of it as he could, but soon it was dripping down his chin and onto his chest. He tried tilting his head back, to use gravity to his advantage, gulping awkwardly between groans.
One of Cold’s hands suddenly curled around the front of Jimmy’s neck for a few slams, his fingers sliding down over his chest and finding the slick spill of saliva. Cold gasped, tracing the drool up to where the gag sat in Jimmy’s mouth, and he let out a beautiful moan.
Jimmy’s eyes closed, lost in bliss at the gorgeous sound, his head falling back against Cold’s shoulder. Before he could even think about what a terrible mistake he had made, Cold’s hand splayed over his throat again.
Jimmy gasped, his body stiffening up, as he tensed, expecting a swift punishment. But Cold didn’t try to move him or reprimand him. He actually held Jimmy firmly in place, hand squeezing his neck softly as he growled in his ear, “Still good?”
Jimmy gave a quick thumbs up, crying out as Cold became even more ferocious. He started bucking his hips rapidly, drawing his knees up for leverage as he tore Jimmy apart. His labored panting made Jimmy shiver all over, his thighs on fire as he struggled to keep up with him.
He was certain that this was as close to heaven as he would ever know, every bit of his body and soul offered up for Cold to devour.
Cold took it all, every muffled cry and drop of spit, allowing their bodies to press closer than they had ever before. Even through the sweater, Jimmy could feel the heat of Cold’s body against his back.
Cold’s fingers slid from Jimmy’s neck to his mouth, teasing over his lips and swirling in the drool that had collected on his chin. His touch was positively reverent as he moved over the bottom of the ball where his teeth met the rubber. Cold’s breathing and growling was reaching a feverish pace, which meant the end was near.
Whimpering desperately, Jimmy tried to turn his head toward Cold, his eyes pleading with him for release. He wanted to come so badly it hurt, but not without permission, not yet.
“Go on,” Cold snarled quietly, his hand clasping back around Jimmy’s throat. “Use all that pretty spit. Get your hand good and wet, and then touch yourself.”
Jimmy groaned, nodding obediently, his hand quickly wiping the drool up that had collected on his chest, grabbing his cock and frantically jerking himself off. It was sticky and dirty and Jimmy moaned shamelessly as the pressure became overwhelming.
Jimmy gave Cold everything he had, slamming his body down to bring them both over the edge. His hips bucked hard, going for broke, Cold’s hand tightening down on his throat as they writhed together in bliss.
Ecstasy exploded right before Jimmy’s eyes like a barrage of fireworks as he came, sobbing and choking on his own tears. His body finally gave out, exhausted and collapsing against Cold. He was dizzy, mewling softly as Cold gave a few more slams to finish himself off.
Cold grunted low, a deeply satisfied sound, his lips brushing against Jimmy’s ear as his hand slowly withdrew. He carefully removed the gag and gently petted Jimmy’s face where the straps had been, purring, “Excellent work, Mr. Poe.”
Gasping for air, Jimmy smiled brightly, preening at the sweet praise. He was limp as a rag doll, letting Cold carefully lay him down against the sheets, totally worn out, but his heart felt incredibly full.
Cold moved from the bed, disposing of the condom and fixing his pants up quickly. Wordlessly, he headed into the bathroom, the door shutting tight.
Jimmy stretched out his long body, moaning loudly to himself in pure satisfaction. He was a sticky mess, his body throbbing from being used so roughly, and he felt absolutely fantastic. He didn’t want to ever move from this bed. He remained splayed out on his back until Cold returned.
Cold sat down on the edge of the mattress, a washcloth in his hand. Jimmy was expecting to take it and clean himself up, but to his surprise Cold started wiping him down. The washcloth was wet but warm, and Jimmy practically moaned from the attention. Cold touched every inch of him, meticulous and thorough, making sure to erase every trace of bodily fluids.
When Cold seemed satisfied that Jimmy was clean, he briefly touched his hair, murmuring, “I’d daresay you’ve earned yourself a little bonus tonight, Mr. Poe.”
