“Shhh... easy...” Cold soothed, holding the toy firmly and pressing his hand on Jimmy’s stomach to steady him. “You can do this, Mr. Poe. Breathe for me... nice, deep breaths...”
The first few breaths Jimmy attempted were gasps, blinking through the tears in his eyes as he gazed helplessly up at Cold. He took one breath, quick and stunted, and then another. It was a little easier now, inhaling shakily and exhaling as a moan, but he wasn’t struggling against the vibrations.
He could feel himself sinking down into a pleasurable haze, his cries becoming deeper and more frantic. He wasn’t even pulling against the ropes now, instead trying to spread his legs more and whining when the bar kept him firmly locked in place.
“Oh, sir,” he gasped, his voice strangled with lust. “It’s so good, it’s so fuckin’ good!”
“There you go,” Cold growled, sounding strained, as if he was suffering right alongside Jimmy. “There, Mr. Poe. Just let yourself go...”
Moaning desperately, Jimmy gave into the vibrating monster that had taken over his body. The feeling was resonating down into his bones, and when he breathed in, he could feel it tickling up the back of his throat.
The pressure between Jimmy’s legs was pulsing faster and faster, and he could feel himself syncing with the relentless vibrations until they were totally inescapable. He was going to come, he was going to come just from this damn toy. He barely took a breath before his thoughts bled together and became reality, his hips convulsing with the quakes of an intense orgasm.
Jimmy’s cock spasmed but only offered a clear dribble in reward for all of its shuddering. His first thoughts were that something was wrong, that his dick had to be broken because how could he come and not come, but Cold’s strong hand was there to reassure him.
Long fingers curling about the base of Jimmy’s dick, Cold said, “Beautiful, Mr. Poe. You’re always so beautiful when you come for me.”
“But, but I didn’t!” Jimmy whined, breathing in and out in sharp little gasps while the toy continued to make his bones tremble. “But I didn’t... oh... Rod...”
“Mmmm, you did just fine,” Cold said, adjusting the toy to a lower setting but not removing it. He tilted it so the bottom caught on the sheets beneath Jimmy’s ass, warning him, “Now, if you move, this will slip out. I want it to stay right here...”
“I won’t move, sir,” Jimmy swore, adjusting his hips to find a comfortable position to keep the toy in place. There wasn’t much of one to be found, but he could be a good boy. He could hold still for as long as Cold wanted him to.
“Good,” Cold said, leaning down to kiss Jimmy’s brow. “Stay just like that for me, and I will be right back.”
A stroke of fear crashed Jimmy’s happy glow, and he asked frantically, “W-wait! Sir! Where are you going?”
“I’ll be gone just a moment,” Cold said with a soft smile. “You know there’s a party going on downstairs. It would be terribly rude of me not to check on my guests.”
“Mmmmph... sir...” Jimmy closed his eyes and bit back the urge to cry. “Yes, sir.”
“Manners are very important, Mr. Poe,” Cold reminded him, winking slyly as he put his shoes and socks back on. In moments, he appeared as perfectly neat and pristine as always with no evidence of the present debauchery visible.
Jimmy watched him leave, listening to the doors open and shut, and sighed. The vibrations in his ass were dull compared to their previous levels, but their continued hum was making him ache. He was shivery and too sensitive, tipping his head back as he tried to breathe through it.
It was endless, and he could feel the muscles in his legs twitching on and off. The pressure was building again, demanding release, and he arched down on the toy trying to find a way to relieve the incredible pressure.
Moving that way only made it worse, and he gritted his teeth as he felt another climax wash over him. It wasn’t a sudden drop off a ledge, but like riding the crest of a rolling wave. It was slow, consuming, and Jimmy had to fight with all of his strength not to pull away.
He had to keep the toy inside of him, whining pitifully as the overstimulation became almost painful. He took ragged breaths as the spreader bar rattled between his legs, struggling to stay as he was.
Jimmy was starting to feel faint, terrified that he was going to pass out and the dildo would slip out of him. He didn’t want to be a bad boy, no, he wanted to be good! He’d worked so hard, and he moaned in frustration, refusing to give in.
When he heard the click of the bedroom door, he openly sobbed with relief. Hot tears ran down his face and dripped onto his chest, groaning, “Oh, sir... I did it. I was so good for you, so very good—”
“I’m here now,” Cold soothed.
He had something in his hands, but Jimmy was too worked up to see what it was. He melted as Cold pulled the dildo out and released him from the torturous buzz, though he could still feel its echoes inside of him.
“Are you ready for my cock now, Mr. Poe?” Cold asked, climbing up into bed in front of Jimmy.
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy said, breathless and wanting. “Please, sir. I’ve been so good! Please!”
“I’ve got you,” Cold promised, grabbing the spreader bar and forcing Jimmy to fold himself in half. He held him there while he pulled out his cock, sliding down into Jimmy’s slick hole in one quick thrust.
The heat of Cold’s cock was so inviting after the cool clutches of silicone, and Jimmy moaned rapturously as Cold fucked him. There was no tease, no slow build, only an immediate pounding that made Jimmy scream. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fucccck!”
Cold held onto the bar for leverage, drilling Jimmy’s ass with ruthless slams. He was already close, his quick pants punctuated by hungry little growls that Jimmy knew so well.
