“It doesn’t matter what I make you feel so long as I make you feel something, is that it?” he asked, and Bay found himself wildly shaking his head. “No? Isn’t that what you were trying to convey earlier? You said you liked it when I made you bleed.”
“I liked it because the pain turned to pleasure,” Bay corrected.
“You liked it because you were dormant and the pain forced you to wake up. You cried and begged to get away after the first orgasm though.”
“What—”
Sila went back to working him with his hand, his thumb collecting droplets of precome from Bay’s crown so he could glide easily up and down his shaft. He was quicker about it this time, rubbing at the head whenever he reached it and cinching his fingers around the base when he went down.
It wasn’t long before Bay was thrusting into his fist, his fingers held still buried in his tight hole. He forgot all about them until Sila started gyrating behind him, his hard length rubbing against his hand so that those fingers slid just a little bit and bumped against his prostate.
Suddenly, Sila was pulling him up so he was kneeling on the bed, still facing the wall. He tore Bay’s shirt over his head and tossed it into the corner, then forced him to bend forward so his head was hanging over the side of the mattress.
Bay sucked in a breath when his boxer briefs were yanked down to his knees and his thighs were forced apart as far as they could go with the material restricting them. He was positioned with his ass held high up in the air.
“Choice,” Sila offered. “You still want that lube, Kitten?”
Bay considered. He needed some type of painful stimulation to get off. Sila had been right in his assumption that it’d taken that explosive, super charged event to revive that dead part inside of him, but it was roused now, maybe not fully in working order, but close enough. He could feel things, in any case, even when the younger man wasn’t around, something he’d realized these past three days apart.
“Yes,” he settled on. There needed to be pain, but not always to that degree.
Not only that, but he didn’t think it would ever work out the same. At the time, he’d been hopped up on adrenaline and fear because he hadn’t yet slept with Sila and he hadn’t known what the other guy intended. Now? He was certain he wasn’t going to die here tonight. Knowing killed some of the appeal their time in the woods had held.
That was so twisted and fucked, but it was what it was.
“Hold yourself open for me,” Sila ordered.
“What?”
He grabbed onto Bay’s wrists and pulled them back, placing his hands on either ass cheek before letting go. “Open.”
A rush of embarrassment twisted in Bay’s gut and he blushed and hung his head further off the edge, as though there was a chance Sila could catch a glance of his face from where he was kneeling behind him. Curving his fingers, he gripped himself and then pulled the flesh apart, grimacing when he imagined what he must look like.
Naked and presenting himself to his student, his dick hanging heavy between his thighs. The tip brushed against the sheets beneath him and he groaned at the minor sensation.
The sound of Sila’s zipper going caught his attention and Bay homed in on it like a beacon. There was the shifting of clothing, and then the sound of foil tearing, and he braced himself for the feel of cold lube only for it to never come.
“What are you doing?” he dared to ask after the waiting become too much for him to handle. He tried to lift his head to see over his shoulder, but all he could make out was Sila’s looming form in the dark. Like some shadow devil come to claim his prize.
“I’m giving you what you want,” Sila said cryptically.
And then he started to jerk off behind Bay.
Chapter 20:
Sila groaned as he masturbated to the sight of Bay’s puckered hole. He’d slicked himself up with the packet of lube he’d brought but his Kitten wasn’t going to be getting any of that tonight. No, the only thing allowed inside of him was Sila.
He’d been thinking about it, and there was a very real chance he’d gotten off the other two times on the way Bay had cried all pretty and clenched around his cock.
So they were going to do things differently this time. Experimentation was a part of the game that Sila always enjoyed. Though, while testing limits had always been a part of that, it’d never been about his own before.
Bay wasn’t crying now, wasn’t bleeding anywhere or trying to get away. On the contrary, he was ever so subtly rubbing his dick against the mattress while he listened to the sound of Sila screwing his own fist.
Sila whacked him across the left ass cheek, using all his strength to do so.
That had Bay falling forward, crying out.
The opposite of what he was supposed to be doing.
