“Mmm, still wet,” Cold noted with a smirk, sucking the moisture off his thumb.
Jimmy blushed, watching Cold slip off the bed to put the plug away. “What now, Rod?”
“Still have a few more wedding presents for you to open up, love,” Cold said, stepping behind the screen and returning with a large basket.
Jimmy’s eyes widened at all the different packages within, each intricately wrapped in silver paper and shiny bows. “What... what should I open first?”
“Whatever you like,” Cold replied, setting the basket down on the bed in front of him.
Sitting up to study the presents, Jimmy randomly picked one and began to unwrap it. It was a medium-sized flat box, and inside was a set of padded leather restraints. His face felt hot immediately, and he quickly offered them up to Cold.
“You don’t want to open anything else?” Cold asked, his brows lifting in surprise.
“No, this one first, please,” Jimmy said eagerly, already stretching back out across the bed. “Please.”
“Not so fast,” Cold said, lightly popping Jimmy’s thigh with his hand. “This gift has something else that goes with it.”
“What?” Jimmy asked, turning his head impatiently.
“Come here,” Cold said, nodding for Jimmy to follow him over to the screen. He folded it back, revealing a tall wooden rack.
It was shaped like a St. Andrew’s cross with slats at the bottom and top that gave the impression of a simple hourglass. It was framed with iron railing, no doubt for many attachments, and a large beam in the back kept it standing at a slightly depressed angle.
Jimmy couldn’t hide his shock, reaching out to stroke the smooth wood. “This... this is for me?”
“Yes,” Cold said with a smirk, carefully watching Jimmy approach the rack.
“How do you want me...?” Jimmy leaned against the rack face first, reaching his hands up to the top. The wood felt cool against his skin, the iron even cooler when he grabbed the highest railing he could reach. He coyly glanced over his shoulder at Cold. “Like this?”
“For now,” Cold said, gently buckling the restraints around Jimmy’s hands and hooking them to the railing. “Good?”
“Yes, Rod,” Jimmy said, flexing his fingers experimentally. The padding inside the restraints was soft, the fit not too tight, and he couldn’t pull away from the rack more than an inch. The rack itself was monstrously heavy, Jimmy certain that he wouldn’t be able to overturn it, accidentally or otherwise.
“Since your hands are occupied, I’ll open your next gift for you,” Cold said with a breathless grin.
Jimmy heard the crinkling of paper, and he whined when he felt something smooth and flat ghosting over his ass. “What is that?”
“A paddle,” Cold said, moving it up to where Jimmy could see it.
Jimmy’s loins clenched immediately, his dick growing hard when he saw the paddle. He relaxed, plastering himself against the rack as he sighed, “Please. Yes... I need to be good, Rod. I want to be so good for you.”
“You will be,” Cold promised, pausing only for a breath before bringing the paddle down on Jimmy’s ass.
“Shit!” Jimmy exclaimed, surprised by the immediate burn. The surface of the paddle was so much bigger than Cold’s hand and left behind a sharper sting.
Cold focused in on one cheek, spanking him over and over with the paddle with increasing force. Jimmy was whimpering louder and louder, grinding his hips against the rack as he tried to find some relief. He could slide his cock over the crux of the crossing beams, fucking it with a low whine.
It wasn’t nearly enough friction, and when Cold switched cheeks, Jimmy’s skin felt absolutely scorching.
Cold thrust his fingers into Jimmy’s ass, rough and mean, before smacking him again with the paddle.
Jimmy jerked against the restraints, moaning at the conflicting stimulations and feeling so helpless to escape them. He moaned when Cold gave him a particularly hard slap, pulling lightly at his restraints. His mind was so relaxed and empty; sighing, he asked, “Oh, Rod... am I good?”
“So very good,” Cold assured him, “but don’t think I can’t see what you’re doing with your cock.”
A vicious smack made Jimmy jerk, protesting, “I’m not trying to come yet, I promise! It just, it just feels good!”
Cold reached around the rack and squeezed Jimmy’s cock. It was too hard and made Jimmy moan, but he still found himself trying to thrust into his hand.
