Cold held up a small vibrator, simple and functional, and he glanced back at Jimmy for his approval.
“No, sir,” Jimmy said, shaking his head. He made a small, shameful sound. “That’s not... it’s not enough.”
“Quite right,” Cold said with a pleased smirk. He returned the small toy, perusing their selection again. He held up a much thicker dildo, this one curved and boasting a fat head. “Yes?”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy agreed.
After applying a fresh coat of lubricant, Cold pressed the toy up against Jimmy’s hole. He didn’t actively push it inside, instead urging, “Come on, Mr. Poe. Take what you want...”
Jimmy gritted his teeth, straining against the ropes to arch his body into the dildo. He could feel himself slowly sinking down onto the slick head, clenching around it tightly and trying to pull it deeper.
Cold allowed him to work away, pushing it up into him with a satisfied sigh. “There you go... just like that, Mr. Poe.”
Jimmy’s breathing hit a frantic rhythm as Cold pushed the full length of the dildo inside of him. It was cool, hard, supplying complete and unyielding pressure that he could squeeze down on for a quick rush of hot pleasure. Its very presence left him full and sweating, but he needed more.
Cold was holding it in place, nearly flush, teasing, “You don’t seem satisfied, Mr. Poe.”
“No, sir,” Jimmy replied, tugging at his restraints as he tried to give himself more leverage. His efforts failed when Cold simply moved his hand to keep the dildo just as it was.
Jimmy couldn’t pull away or press any deeper, locked in a static state of having his hole stuffed with absolutely no friction. He whined, low and full of need, trying to resign himself to this new state of being.
Full, hot, buzzing with energy, and completely helpless.
Cold was watching him intently, tracking every minute twitch and sound, and he began to slowly thrust the toy. He pulled it almost all the way out before plunging back in, twisting his hand with every steady stroke. “How’s that, Mr. Poe?”
Gasping shakily, Jimmy couldn’t even think of how to reply. He was strung out on a blur of sensations, and Cold wasn’t showing any signs of stopping. The toy was so deep now, and Jimmy couldn’t get over how loose and open he felt.
The dildo glided inside of him so easily, and Jimmy moaned softly with each smooth push. He was being such a good boy, such a very good boy, and he smiled blissfully as he surrendered himself to the incredible pleasure.
“Well?” Cold asked, skillfully shifting the toy and pressing in fully. “How about this, Mr. Poe?”
“Good!” Jimmy wailed, more of a breath than a real word. The tip of the dildo was directly pressing into his prostate, and he instinctively tried to close his legs to escape the intense stimulation. “Mmmph, I’m sorry, sir! I’m trying to be good!”
“I know you are,” Cold assured him, gently removing the toy. He petted Jimmy’s damp hair, smoothing it back from his face as he promised, “I have something that will help you be good.”
Jimmy watched as Cold reached not into the bedside table, but beneath the bed for something. He whined when Cold presented him with a new spreader bar, a short length of metal with straps at both ends.
“Do you like it?” Cold asked.
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy said, eagerly parting his legs. “Thank you so much, sir!”
“Mmm, I did tell you I’d gotten some new things,” Cold chuckled, fastening the straps around Jimmy’s thighs above his knees. He checked the fit, nodding for him to give it a try.
Jimmy tried to bring his legs together, and the straps held them firmly apart, at least a foot, and he could not move. The further loss of motion made his stomach clench with lust, and he pleaded, “I’m ready, sir! I can be so good for you now!”
Cold smirked and picked up the dildo again, returning it with a fresh squirt of lube up to Jimmy’s ass. He pressed it as deeply as before, tilting it this way and that, musing, “Now... where were we?”
Jimmy wiggled, shifting his hips as he tried to help Cold zero back in on that sensitive spot. The sound of the straps tugging on the rings that attached them to the bar between his legs was new and a bit distracting. “Mmm... sir...”
Cold pulled out, then pressed back in slowly and grinned when he found what he was looking for. “Ah, there we go.”
Groaning softly, Jimmy began to pant as Cold pushed the toy against his prostate. The bar kept his legs from closing in, and he felt wonderful bursts of pleasure as Cold kept at it. Small little nudges grew into precise thrusts, and Jimmy’s cries got louder.
His body felt tight, on edge, and the pressure in his balls was throbbing. His legs jerked against the spreader bar and sweat was beading back up along his brow. The toy was moving faster, stroking his prostate relentlessly, and all he could do was moan excitedly.
He didn’t think it could be any more intense, but then Cold turned the vibrations on.
“Oh, Rod!” Jimmy wailed, his hips bucking erratically. He started to sob, the vibrations making his thighs shake and his vision blur. His body was absolutely aching, and he fought against the spreader bar to give himself relief.
