Jimmy struggled to get to his knees without the use of his arms, clumsily plopping down between Cold’s legs. He grunted when Cold swiftly rearranged him, his back now flush against the gangster’s chest.
Cold picked up the controller for the plug and clicked it up another notch.
Jimmy moaned at the stronger wave of vibrations, the pulsing making his balls shudder from within. “Mmm... sir...”
Cold reached around Jimmy’s side, his fingertips lightly dancing across his stomach until he found his cock. He squeezed him and slowly began to stroke. “Do you like this, Mr. Poe?”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy whispered, his head dropping back against Cold’s shoulders. “The ropes, they help me be good for you. The toy... mmm, I like the toy, too.”
“The toy is part of your punishment,” Cold said with a dark chuckle. His hand began to speed up, while he simultaneously turned the vibrations up to teeth-chattering levels.
“Oh, fuck!” Jimmy cried, his hips twitching from the avalanche of stimulation.
“Are you close, Mr. Poe?” Cold asked, his tone taunting and wicked.
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy whined. His thighs were starting to tense, and his breath was coming out in stunted gasps. He was right on the precipice of orgasmic joy, pleading, “Can I please come, sir?”
“No,” was the cruel reply.
Jimmy whimpered, groaning when Cold’s hand stopped and the toy’s vibrations were reduced to a low hum. He swallowed thickly and tried to focus. He had to be good, he had to obey.
Cold watched him patiently while he waited for him to calm down.
Jimmy, sweating, confident that his testicles were going to implode from being denied, asked breathlessly, “Again, sir?”
“Yes, Mr. Poe.” Cold wrapped his fingers back around Jimmy’s cock and started stroking him once more. “For the next few weeks, you’re going to need to stay here at the house for your own safety. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, sir,” Jimmy groaned. He tried to thrust up into Cold’s hand, greedy for release. “Mmmph... please?”
“Slow down,” Cold warned. “Always in such a hurry, Mr. Poe.”
Jimmy squeezed his eyes shut and yielded immediately. He relaxed against Cold, and he moaned when he was rewarded with another strong pulse of vibrations against his prostate.
“Good boy,” Cold praised warmly.
Jimmy knew the rewards of obedience were always worth the arduous struggle, grunting and wiggling as he fought against the urge to come. He wouldn’t come until Cold said he could and then completion would finally be his, and it would be divine.
Finding release along such a difficult path was more than mere physical satisfaction. It was a deep happiness that came from knowing he had pleased his lover. He could make Cold happy, he could be good for him, and the resulting pride that would swell within his chest would be without compare.
It wasn’t always easy, but Jimmy reasoned that was part of the thrill. He liked having to work for Cold’s approval, deep down loving every torturous second because he knew of the sweet bliss that would inevitably follow his labor.
“If you must leave the house, you will be escorted by Jules or Jerry, preferably both,” Cold went on, his thumb pressing into the head of Jimmy’s cock. “Should you need to visit anyone, your father or whomever, I would much prefer they come here.”
“Fuck...” Jimmy watched Cold play in a bubble of his own sticky pre-cum. “But the statement... I have to go give a statement to the police!”
“And so Jules and Jerry will go with you,” Cold said calmly. “Miss Beccali will be with you, and I trust she will keep our best interests at the forefront of her thoughts.”
Jimmy’s eyes fluttered closed, the tension between his legs leaving him aching. His cock was so wet and he wanted to come so badly. “I’m so close, sir...”
“Not yet,” Cold said firmly, turning off the toy and squeezing the base of Jimmy’s cock.
Jimmy wheezed as the very air was stolen from his lungs. He grinded back on Cold’s hips, the toy moving inside of him and making him cry. He could feel how hard Cold was through his pants, and he whined desperately, “Please, sir. I’ll be so good, I’ll be so fucking good!”
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Cold sneered, twisting his fingers cruelly around Jimmy’s balls. “To be punished?”
“Fuck, yes, yes, sir!” Jimmy’s eyes were stinging with tears, and he tugged at the restraints that held him in place. “I wanna be good, I do! I’ve been so bad! But, but I wanna come!”
“You don’t deserve to come yet,” Cold informed him flatly as he teased over Jimmy’s cock with feathery strokes.
