Darkness.
Jimmy was blindfolded, and the loss of sight made every other sense a thousand times more sensitive.
He could hear Cold’s excited breathing behind him and the wet sound of lubricant as he opened the tube.
He could feel the rope strung all around his lean body, the bonds pressing against his shoulders and groin and making his cock throb between his thighs. His hands were bound behind his back with his legs spread wide.
Cold had him strung up elegantly like an origami swan made of flesh and bone.
It was getting intense.
Jimmy had lost track of the time. Although it hadn’t quite been thirty minutes, it felt like it had been hours already. His thoughts were a blur, focused only on being a complete slave to Cold’s every whim.
His skin felt too hot, and he was sweating as Cold pushed him down on his hands and knees. He could feel a trickle of perspiration dripping down his neck, itching and heated, and he whined as Cold pushed inside of his aching body.
Cold was fucking Jimmy hard, so very hard, and he cried out when he felt an intruding finger sliding around the edge of his hole.
“You take my cock so beautifully,” Cold was praising. “Would you like to take some more?”
“M-more?” Jimmy stammered, moaning when Cold’s finger started fucking into his tight hole alongside his cock. “God... yes, sir.”
“Perfect,” Cold said, another finger joining the first and making Jimmy cry out again. “You’re such a good boy for me, Mr. Poe.”
It was becoming too much, and the stretch was too intense. Jimmy tried to work through it, tried to be a good boy, whimpering and writhing helplessly.
Cold’s fingers slid away, giving Jimmy momentary relief, but Cold was getting something. His cock continued to thrust, and Jimmy’s keen ears picked up the sound of more lube and Cold opening their bedside drawer.
Jimmy gasped when he felt the rubber head of a dildo trying to press inside of his hole, already so full from Cold’s thick cock. He was stretching and stretching, moaning as the head popped inside. “Oh, f-fuck!”
Cold hadn’t stopped moving, although his efforts had slowed, carefully beginning to fuck the toy into Jimmy’s tight ass. “Look at you... just open up a little more for me.”
“I... I can’t,” Jimmy sobbed; his hole felt like it was on fire and the burn was outrageous.
“Yes, you can,” Cold soothed, pushing the toy a little deeper.
Jimmy couldn’t breathe, his eyes felt hot, and he tried to spread his legs to let it all in. The toy and Cold’s cock fucking him was too much, and he could feel himself starting to panic.
“Ice,” he hissed desperately as tears ran down his face. His chest was tight, everything hurt, and he was suddenly hyper aware of the ropes rubbing him raw.
“We’re done,” Cold said, and immediately stopped. He gently pulled the toy and his cock out, and Jimmy sobbed in relief.
“I’m so, so sorry,” Jimmy whimpered.
“Shhhh,” Cold soothed as he removed the ropes. “I’ve got you. We’re done now. You’re safe.”
Jimmy began crying harder, his body limp and exhausted, and he was completely pliable in Cold’s arms. He still had the blindfold on, and the darkness was disorienting.
“You were such a good boy,” Cold said as he stroked a firm hand across his back. He removed the blindfold at last, kissing Jimmy’s damp cheeks as he sighed sweetly, “You were such a good boy for me.”
“I’m sorry,” Jimmy wailed, despair washing over him and threatening to drown all of his senses as he gazed mournfully up at his lover. He was expecting to see anger or disappointment, but all he saw was a loving smile. “God, I’m so fucking sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Cold said firmly, kissing Jimmy’s forehead.
Jimmy couldn’t stop crying, nearly hysterical, and Cold continued to pet him and whisper sweet words into his ear.
“You were amazing,” Cold assured him. “You took it all so well. It was your first time trying to take so much, and you did great. But I need you to breathe for me, Jimmy. It’s all right now.”
Jimmy took a few deep breaths as instructed, shaking all over as he stammered, “Y-you’re not upset... that I quit?”
