“Please,” Bay wasn’t above begging. Sila could cut him, whip him, pierce him all he wanted, so long as this ended with Bay finding his own release.
“Oh no,” Sila promised, “the night is young. I’m only getting started with you, baby.”
* * *
Bay lost track of how many times Sila had come after the fourth round.
After piercing him, he’d fucked him hard from behind, all while Bay had struggled not to slip and hang himself. When Sila had pulled out and painted Bay’s inner thighs with his spunk, Bay had felt momentary relief thinking it was over and he’d get his turn.
He’d been wrong.
Sila hadn’t even let him down. He’d simply walked around him, given himself a couple of strokes as he lapped at the beads of blood trickling from the piercings, and then lifted Bay and started it again from the front.
When he finally undid the chain at his neck and lowered him back to the bed, it was so Sila could lick and nip at Bay’s abused balls, never once loosening the cock ring or touching his dick. He only bit him once or twice, and never hard enough for it to truly hurt, as though he preferred keeping Bay in sexual torture down there instead of causing any real damage or harm.
Then he’d fucked Bay lying down again.
On his back.
On his stomach.
Sila had lifted him and brought him over to the metal chair and shoved Bay down on his cock in a similar way he’d done in the bathroom back at his place. At some point, he’d tied Bay’s wrists together, and looped them over his neck so Bay had purchase while his body was lifted and lowered.
He may have passed out, but he couldn’t be sure, because when he came to again, he was still there, only he’d been turned around, his back against Sila’s front, that cock still hammering his hole as if they hadn’t already been at it for hours.
Bay ended up on the floor next, warm liquid dripping from his entrance, making a sticky mess of both him and the cold wood he was lying over. His eyes had just begun to drift shut, his body completely and totally spent, when he felt a sharp sting and yelped.
Sila crouched next to him holding one of the knives he’d discarded earlier. “Stay awake, Kitten. You said you’d be good, remember?” He lowered the blade to Bay’s upper thigh where he’d just cut a shallow line and repeated the motion.
Bay hissed and gyrated his hips, trying to find friction for his poor neglected dick.
“How sick do you have to be to still be hard after everything I already did to you?” Sila asked, but despite the harsh words, there was no malice in his tone.
“Coming from the guy who got off inflicting it,” Bay countered, his own voice filled with exhaustion, “that doesn’t really mean much.”
He let his head drop against the floorboards. Sila had finished and pushed him to the ground where he’d rolled onto his side. His dick was straining and he ached all over. He’d long since stopped noticing the fact he was crying, but the tears were never ending. He had to blink through them a few times to focus on what he was seeing, but then Sila’s hand where he had it rested casually over his knee came into few.
“What happened?” Bay bolted upright, grimacing from the pain in his backside the sudden movement caused, before reaching for Sila’s hand. He turned it over, inspecting the deep cut across his palm—far deeper than any of the surface level wounds Sila had delivered to Bay with the weapon. “How did you do this?”
“It wasn’t an accident,” Sila told him.
“We need to get this cleaned off before it gets infected. How long has it been like this?” Bay demanded.
“Since before you woke up.”
“What?!” Bay gave him a disapproving look. “Did you at least have the foresight to spray some of that disinfectant on it earlier when you prepared me for the piercings?”
Sila gave him a blank stare, which was all the answer Bay needed.
“Come on,” he tugged at him but the younger man refused to budge. “Let’s go to the bathroom and run it under water. Do you have a first aid kit?”
“You want first aid?” Sila asked cryptically.
Bay sighed. “Are you even listening? Yes, of course I want first aid. We need to bandage you up. You may even need stitches! This is too bloody for me to tell. Honestly what were you thinking?”
“Professor.”
“What?” he snapped.
