Chapter Twelve
“Safe word?” Cold askedsternly as he slid on a pair of white latex gloves.
“Ice,” Jimmy said, his voice a whisper and hoarse with anticipation.
“Very good,” Cold said, adjusting a few items on the steel tray next to him. “Are you ready to begin?”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy replied with a breathy sigh.
Jimmy had watched endless videos of urethral sounding and had been completely captivated. The level of trust required to perform such an intimate procedure with a partner was beautiful to him, and he wanted more than anything to share it with Cold.
Cold had tied Jimmy down to the bed with restraints at his wrists holding him against the headboard and thick straps keeping his thighs spread wide. It was important that Jimmy didn’t jump or jerk around while they did this, and Cold had checked the bindings multiple times.
The first sound was tiny, minuscule, but Cold lubed it up generously all the same. He made sure the head of Jimmy’s cock was wet, pressing only the tip inside and holding.
Jimmy gasped softly; the sound was cold, hard, and the pressure of having something there was strange. He liked it immediately, pleading, “More, please.”
Cold pushed the sound in a little further, his other hand firmly grabbing the base of Jimmy’s cock to hold him in place. Jimmy was grateful because otherwise he would have been twitching all over, hard and throbbing already. The sound went deeper and deeper, halfway in before Cold withdrew, a tease, slowly sliding it back inside of him.
Jimmy panted, surprised at the burn and the ache that came upon him now. He couldn’t take his eyes away from Cold’s skilled fingers fucking his cock with the little metal rod, fucking him in a way he never thought possible before. It was weird and new, and Jimmy knew that part of the thrill was how dangerous this was.
There was a risk of tearing his urethra, the chance of infection, and many other dangers. He’d found many horror stories in his online research, but he was still determined to try this. For every tale of terror, there were five more boasting that sounding provided an extremely intense orgasm.
“It’s almost all the way in,” Cold said, looking up at Jimmy. “Do you like it?”
“Yes, sir.” Jimmy groaned as the sound pressed against something wonderful deep inside of him, gasping, “That’s... that’s... oh, my God...”
“Your prostate, yes,” Cold said with a smirk, holding the sound in place and gently massaging Jimmy’s balls. The motion pressed the sound insistently against that tender bundle of nerves and made him moan desperately.
The angle seemed impossible, but it was stimulating his prostate from inside of his cock. Cold knew many ways to hit that spot, whether during sex or using toys, but this play was unnaturally phenomenal. Jimmy had never been touched there, this utterly inconceivable zone of pleasure from within his own body, and his fingers clawed at the air as he struggled not to move.
The sensation made his eyes water from the intensity, and he whined as Cold slowly withdrew.
Cold was reaching for another sound, much thicker, skillfully lubing it up as he said, “You’ve been doing so well, Mr. Poe.”
“Thank you, sir,” Jimmy stammered. “I-I like it very much...”
“Good,” Cold said, giving Jimmy’s balls a playful squeeze before starting to insert the new sound.
Jimmy panted at the stretch from the larger diameter, and he was so grateful for the copious amounts of lube. It still burned; he shuddered as the sound pressed deeper into his cock, his thighs trembling as his body fought against the bizarre intrusion.
Cold moved his hand, allowing the pressure of Jimmy’s tight cock to push the sound back out on its own. He didn’t let it come out all the way, gently pressing it back in and then letting go again.
