Jimmy began to sob, Cold’s strong fingers massaging his balls as he kept pushing the sound back inside just as it was about to slip out. His head dropped against the pillows, totally overwhelmed. He was sweating and gasping, the burn in his cock fueling the gorgeous fire blazing away in his loins.
Cold didn’t allow the sound to slip away again, holding it in place now and rubbing his thumb over the head of Jimmy’s cock. He traced around that one tender spot that always made him moan and squeezed hard.
“Oh... oh, my God...” Jimmy closed his eyes, hot tears sliding down his cheeks as he whimpered, “Fuck... it’s so fucking good...”
“You like me fucking your tight little cock?” Cold drawled, his voice rumbling with a breathy purr.
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy panted in reply. “I do, I love it so fucking much.”
“You always take everything I give you so well, Mr. Poe,” Cold sighed, proud and happy, palming Jimmy’s balls again. He continued to squeeze the head of his cock, keeping the sound firmly in place.
Jimmy was about to have an absolute fit. The end of the sound was pressing right against his prostate, and every gentle rock of Cold’s hand sent jolts of electricity zooming right up his spine. He was too hot, too tense, fingers curled tight as he moaned anxiously.
The latex of Cold’s gloves was slick from all the lubricant, and the scent was invading Jimmy’s nostrils. He couldn’t look away from Cold preparing a third sound, and it was the thickest one yet. “Is that... is that gonna fit in me?”
“Yes,” Cold promised him, removing the previous sound. He gave Jimmy’s cock a few tender strokes as he added, “If you want it to.”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy panted, sighing sharply in frustration. He wanted the sound back inside of him, he wanted that sweet burn again and groaned as Cold rubbed the cool metal against his cock.
Cold was even more careful than before, pushing the sound back into the slit of Jimmy’s cock with a steady hand. He only let him have a few inches, slowly slipping it in and out, watching Jimmy’s face intently.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Jimmy chanted, his legs tugging at the straps, groaning at the overwhelming sensation. His heart was fluttering and his balls were uncomfortably tight, shuddering as the sound slid deeper and deeper until he was sobbing.
He didn’t know how much more he could take, crying out as Cold began to stroke him with the sound firmly pressed against his prostate. Ripples of pain and bliss were seizing his hips; he was twitching as he gazed up at Cold with pleading eyes.
“You’re going to come,” Cold soothed, stroking Jimmy’s cock faster and massaging his balls. He squeezed the head of Jimmy’s dick, skillfully using his thumb to press the sound in as he jacked him off with a tight curl of his fingers. “You’re going to come now.”
Jimmy broke into a fresh wave of sobs, whimpering as a smoldering heat took over his senses and he surrendered to ecstasy. He watched cum bubbling up from around the tip of the sound as he came, screaming as Cold began to slowly pull it out while rubbing his tender balls.
He couldn’t stop coming, staring stupidly at all the pearly fluid oozing out as he shuddered over and over. There was one last thick squirt when the sound was finally removed. He cried out shrilly, “Oh, fuck! Yes! God!”
Cold kept massaging Jimmy’s sack, his thumb pressing insistently against his perineum as he continued to stroke him.
Jimmy wanted to scream, his cock violently bobbing even as no more fluid was left to give, his hips bucking up against Cold’s touch. He gasped when he was fully released from all the stimulation, and he sobbed quietly as Cold rubbed his quivering thighs. He was limp, exhausted, shivering from the damp sweat and cum all over him, groaning, “Holy shit...”
Cold bowed his head, kissing Jimmy’s knee as he began to untie him. “Are you all right, Jimmy?”
“Yes.” Jimmy stretched the moment he was freed from the restraints with a loud groan. He reached down tentatively to touch his aching cock, murmuring, “That was... intense.”
Cold removed his gloves, a damp towel at the ready to start cleaning Jimmy up as he mused, “Definitely not something to dabble in too often, but it is very enjoyable.”
“Maybe we could do it again later?” Jimmy asked innocently, glancing at the steel tray with the other instruments they hadn’t played with yet. “Maybe plug my ass while... while you fuck my cock?”
“Mmm, I like thesoundof that,” Cold replied with a grin.
“Holy crap, you’re terrible!” Jimmy laughed.
“Soundslike you just don’t appreciate my complex sense of humor.”
“You’re freakin’ insane!”
“I promise you, I’m definitely of a verysoundmind.”
“Oh, my God,” Jimmy groaned, smothering his hands against his face as he laughed. “Just stop.”
“Hmmph, you know what I think?”
“What?”
