“Six.”
“Fuck!”
“Seven. Eight. Nine.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jimmy began to sob, rocking back and forth on his knees as he sought relief from the pain. It burned and throbbed, his entire body strung out from a blinding rush of adrenaline.
He took several shaking breaths, groaning when Cold’s palm smoothed over his abused cheek. The burn seemed to radiate across his skin and Cold’s soft touch was like a ripple over a small pond that sent waves of sensation over Jimmy’s entire body.
“Ten.”
Jimmy sobbed, clawing at the bed as his eyes began to water.
“Eleven.”
Jimmy gritted his teeth, telling himself there was only one more, just one more to bear and it would be over.
But the twelfth never came.
Instead, Cold was rummaging around in their bedside drawer, ordering, “Don’t move, Mr. Poe.”
Jimmy froze, panting and trying to twist his head without compromising his position to see what Cold was doing. He swallowed back his tears, sniffing softly, “Did I do something wrong, sir?”
“On the contrary,” Cold replied, “you were splendid, but I’m not done with your punishment yet.” He moved back behind Jimmy, securing a snug cock ring around his balls and shaft. He checked the fit with a firm tug, asking, “Yes?”
“It’s fine, sir,” Jimmy said, the pressure in his balls already starting to build. He was relaxed now, turning his cheek against the bed as Cold’s freshly lubricated fingers began to play around his hole.
Slick silicone pressed inside of him, and Jimmy recognized the familiar vibrating toy. It was set on low for now, a pleasant flutter compared to the throbbing still resonating through his spanked cheek. He shifted his hips, rocking back against Cold’s hand as he pushed the toy all the way inside.
“I don’t understand,” Jimmy whined quietly. “What’s, what’s my punishment, sir?”
“This,” Cold said, turning the strength of the vibrations up before grabbing Jimmy’s hips. His monstrous cock pressed against Jimmy’s ass, separated only by the cloth of his pants. “You’re going to stay here, just like this, without touching yourself. Do you understand?”
“Wait, wait!” Jimmy whined, groaning as the vibrations increased. “What if I come? What if... What if I’m not good?”
“Oh, you’ll be perfect,” Cold promised. “I know you will be.”
Jimmy jerked his head up when he realized Cold was leaving the room, shutting the door behind him. He didn’t know what the range was on that damn remote for the plug, but it had to be pretty darn far because the pulsing was only getting stronger.
He bowed his head back down, staring dumbly between his legs at his dripping cock. It was swollen and red, glistening with oozing pre-cum, and the vibrations were absolutely relentless. Cold hadn’t said he couldn’t come, and he didn’t know if he honestly would be able to stop himself if he did.
Jimmy rocked back and forth on his elbows, pushing himself flat against the bed. The pressure of the comforter was too much and before he knew it, he was coming, grinding clumsily down to chase the intense shivers of his orgasm. He kept humping the bed, crying softly as the vibrations took him from pleasure to severe overstimulation.
The pulsing relaxed to a dull hum, Jimmy’s balls absolutely aching from coming so fast. His head actually hurt from the rush, and he mindlessly rutted his hips in little circles. He was still hard, his cheek still stinging, and that damn plug was still vibrating away.
He could feel sweat breaking out all over his skin, his heart pounding down between his legs as the toy’s vibrations began to slowly pick back up. It took several minutes before they were at full strength, Jimmy left struggling and moaning as he fought not to touch himself. He wanted to come again so badly, anything to grant relief from the incredible pressure.
Jimmy started grinding against the bed again, too desperate to be ashamed of himself. He started moaning more loudly, grabbing a hold of the far edge of the mattress for leverage as he fucked the bed. Being trapped between his stomach and the comforter wasn’t nearly enough friction for his cock, but the vibrations were pounding away inside of him against his prostate, and he was so miserably close.
He started to pant, trying to get himself there as fast as he could. The taste of climax felt like it was only moments away, his cock and balls throbbing as he climbed closer and closer to the edge.
And then the vibrations stopped.
Jimmy groaned in frustration at the loss of stimulation, trying to rub his cock and catch the right angle to make himself come. “Fuck! Mmmph! Come on!”
“Mmm, look at you,” Cold’s voice suddenly purred from behind him. “So desperate, so full of need... how many times did you come, Mr. Poe?”
“Just once, sir,” Jimmy replied with a needy little whine. “I was so close, please... Please, I wanna come again.”
