My cheeks become hot, and my knees become weak. Thankfully, my legs don’t give out on me completely. I watch as he sets the fan up on the floor, angled so that it’s going to blow over the majority of my body. He turns it to the lowest setting. Cool air caresses my skin, making me shiver.
“Enough?”
“For now. Feel free to turn it up if you think you need to.”
Stefan picks up the peg bag and hooks it onto his belt. The fact he’s wearing clothes while I’m naked turns me on. There’s no doubt he’s in charge.
He steps up to me and wraps one arm around my waist. “I won’t let you fall.”
“I know.”
I understand why he’s making me stand. It will be a lot less relaxing than if I was lying on the bed. Although I know Stefan will keep me upright, I’m going to do my best to support myself. Between standing, the firm wall at my back, and the cool breeze from the fan, I’m a million miles from relaxed, which, honestly, is perfect.
Stefan leans into me and kisses me fiercely. He bites my lip as he skims his thumb over one nipple and then the other, teasing them until they’re hard and aching. I whimper and moan against his mouth. He bites harder just as he clamps a peg onto my left nipple. Oh, fuck, the bite of the peg is amazing. It hurts more than the fleshy part between my thumb and finger, but that makes it more fun.
He shifts his position so he’s beside me rather than leaning onto me. He captures my tongue in his mouth and sucks hard as he applies a peg to my right nipple. My body jolts at the shock, and then I melt as the initial sting gives way to a painful throb. He pulls his mouth from mine and applies the rest of the pegs. I watch as he attaches them to all the places he said he would. My upper arms don’t hurt that much, but under my rib cage, where the skin is tighter, stings enough to make my eyes water. My inner thighs are less painful again. He kisses me softly, which is totally at odds with the throbbing sensation in my body. The ache has radiated out from where he’s placed the pegs, merging into one wonderful mass of low-level pain.
I brace myself, knowing he’s going to use one last peg on my ball sack. Instead, he keeps on kissing me as he caresses my already half-hard cock. It doesn’t take him long to get my dick standing fully to attention. Then he goes down on one knee, takes a peg from the bag, and looks up into my eyes. I hold my breath. I know he’s waiting for me to safeword. Maybe I should. I have no idea how much it’s going to hurt. I don’t. I want to feel the pain. I can safeword if it’s too much. I can’t see what he’s doing, but I feel him gently pinch the skin on my scrotum. He pauses and studies my face. I offer him a fleeting smile. It’s hard to do more when the pain is taking me to a place of bliss. I yelp and grasp his shoulders for support at the sharp shock of the peg biting down on my ball sack.
My legs fail me, but Stefan is there, wrapping his arms around my waist to keep me from falling. I slump over him and breathe through the pain. As it mellows from intense to throbbing, my legs wake up, and I’m able to take my own weight and stand tall. Stefan gets to his feet and caresses my face.
“How’s the pain?”
“It was briefly a terrible ten,” I tell him honestly. “But now it’s a sexy seven.”
“Terrible ten? Sexy seven?”
I lift my chin. “Yeah. As opposed to a trivial two.”
He laughs. “Do you have an alliteration for every number?”
“Sadly, no.”
“Maybe we can think of some ideas together. But not now.” He slams his mouth over mine, grasps my cock, and starts to stroke it.
I moan as he nips my lip and then trails kisses over my jaw and down my neck. When he reaches the juncture of my neck and shoulder, he begins to suck hard. Because I’m already in pain, my brain plays tricks on me, telling me the love bite doesn’t hurt at all. I’m sure it does, but I can’t recognise where the pain is coming from anymore. Stefan is very skilled with his hand. He twists his fist around my dick as he rubs it up and down my length. He teases the head of my cock with his thumb until I’m leaking precum, which he then smears over my cock. He rubs harder and faster as he applies more suction with his mouth. My head lolls back against the wall. My knees become weak. I know I’m not meant to come, but shit, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop myself if he doesn’t stop soon. I wrap my arms around his neck and shoulders and graze my nails over his shirt. For the first time, I wish he was naked so I could trail my nails over his skin and leave pale red marks.
“Oh God, Sir!”
My groin quivers, and my balls draw up tight. He lifts his head and lets go of my cock. I whimper at the loss of contact. I was so close to release, and now I’m desperate for it. Stefan chuckles as he licks my neck. Then he blows over the sore patch of skin. I shiver. My legs are turning to mush. My head is getting heavy, and my eyelids want to close. He tugs one of the pegs off my ribs. I yelp, and my head jerks upright. Energy surges through me, along with a happy rush that makes my stomach flutter.
His hand returns to my insanely sensitive cock. I moan and pant as he jerks me off again. At the same time, he waggles the peg clamped to my right nipple. My senses are thrown into a tailspin of confusion. Am I feeling pleasure or pain? The obvious answer is both. The pain is pleasure. The pleasure is pain because my cock is so damned sensitive it aches.
I rest my head against the wall and let my eyelashes flutter with desire. “Sir, I’m…”
“Not going to come without permission,” he reminds me.
He doesn’t let up. I bite my lip to hold back my impending orgasm. It doesn’t help. I can feel it building. It’s like there’s a tsunami gaining momentum and force in my groin. He stills his hand and tears the peg off my nipple.
“Oh, fucking hell!”
He supports me as half my body falls asleep again. I grit my teeth and grasp his shirt. I’m beyond frustrated, and yet I don’t want him to stop. I want him to keep bringing me to the brink. I want him to keep causing me flashes of pain. He rips the peg off my other nipple and then blows over them both. They ache and throb at the extra stimulation. I sob and grip Stefan tighter.
“What’s your colour?”
“Green.” I sniffle against his shoulder. I can hear the slight slur in my voice. My stomach tightens. I hope he doesn’t decide to stop.
“Are you sure?”
