Jimmy cried out when Cold grabbed his cock, pulling in swift tugs that made his toes curl. He could feel another climax building up inside of him, stacked upon layers of pleasure and frustration, one final act of ecstasy for his body to play out.
“Come for me, Mr. Poe,” Cold grunted. “Come for me, my beautiful, beautiful boy...”
“Rod!” Jimmy screamed, the tension reaching volcanic proportions, and shouted as he came. He watched as his cock dumped load after load on his stomach and chest, groaning as he felt Cold’s own release filling him up.
The rush was so intense that it made his head hurt, his vision flooded with a quick flash of colors as he trembled weakly. He was a slave to his own tremors, moaning as Cold pushed in deep to pump every last drop inside of him.
“Mmm... good boy.”
“Thank you, sir. Thank you so much.” Jimmy smiled, exhausted but happy, murmuring contently as Cold began to slowly unwind from him.
Cold freed Jimmy’s hands and removed the spreader bar, finally pulling out and leaving him dripping. When Jimmy closed his legs, his thighs shuddered and he groaned lightly, “Oh, my God...”
“Are you okay?” Cold asked, smoothing a firm hand over Jimmy’s hair.
“Oh, I’m good. So very good.” Jimmy was ready to pass out, his limbs heavy and warm from the strain of such an incredible release. He knew they still had to clean up, and he was surprised when Cold offered him a glass of champagne.
“Now, do you consider yourself to be thoroughly rewarded and equally defiled?” Cold asked confidently, raising a glass of his own in a toast.
“Absolutely,” Jimmy confirmed, clinking their glasses together and taking a long gulp. “Mmm, I’m so happy you like your ring.”
“It’s perfect.” Cold reached over to start rubbing Jimmy’s thigh where the bar had been strapped, tilting his head as he openly admired the new jewelry on his finger.
“So,” Jimmy asked with a tired smile, “how’s the party? Everyone having a good time?”
“Mm, I wouldn’t know,” Cold replied with a sly little smirk.
“Huh?” Jimmy was instantly confused. “But you went downstairs, didn’t you?”
“What kind of man do you take me for?” Cold scoffed. “You thought I had really left you?”
“But the champagne—”
“I opened the door, but I didn’t leave. I texted Jerry to bring me the champagne.”
“I didn’t hear anyone knock!”
“I told him I would be waiting.” Cold looked very proud of himself, lifting his glass to his lips to take a dainty sip.
“You just stood out there, doing what?” Jimmy fussed. “Listening to me freakin’ squirm? Waiting to see how long it would take me to snap?”
“Precisely.”
“I take back all the nice things I’ve ever said about you,” Jimmy declared, laughing as Cold tugged him into a firm hug and nearly spilled the champagne. “Hey, no way! You’re a mean, mean man! You don’t deserve hugs!”
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” Cold chuckled. “I was only gone for a few minutes. Besides, I already know that I don’t deserve you.”
“But you’ll take me anyway?” Jimmy asked with a coy smile.
“Yes.” Cold kissed Jimmy firmly and curled his long fingers around the back of his neck. “I always take what is mine... and you’re what, Mr. Poe?”
“Yours,” Jimmy replied happily. “I’m yours, sir.”
“Always.”
