“There isn’t an inch of you that's evil. You shouldn't overthink what your fantasies say about you.”
Ethan gave a quick nod, less tension in his features. “As long as you’re here to keep me balanced, I’ll be okay.”
He placed the clothespin on Anthony’s right nipple. The pain barely registered, but his cock still hardened in his tight underwear. Another clothespin found its way to the center of his left nipple and grabbed tightly to the skin. Goosebumps rose across his chest and arms.
“I love seeing them squashed like that.”
Anthony didn’t answer because he hadn’t been asked a question. He had flashbacks of being on his knees infront of Tobias and other members of The Gentlemen’s Club, allowing them to use him while ignoring the toll on his soul.
This isn’t the same. It feels like the exact opposite.
Ethan lowered his hand and attached a clothespin to Anthony’s belly button. The pain there was different, more erotic. A soft moan escaped his mouth.
“Problem?”
“No, sir.”
Ethan’s eyes roamed over Anthony’s body. “A fine work of art you are. I sometimes think about you during the day and get hard in seconds. You’re making me feel like a teenager again.” He reached for the clothespins on Anthony’s nipples and slowly twisted them. The pain intensified, hot and deep. He grimaced but remained still, his cock once more testing the strength of his underwear.
“Lick your lips, Ant. Now stick your tongue out.” Ethan leaned down and slowly sucked on Anthony’s stretched tongue.Oh God.The pleasure swam from his mouth to the rest of his face, leaving him dizzy.
Ethan leaned back. “I think that someone has earned the right to come to my bedroom.” His seductive tone sounded like a new language. “You’re going to keep walking with your hands behind your head, right?”
“Yes, sir.” He felt overwhelmed and so deeply aroused by the way things were going and the possibilities they presented.
Ethan helped him to his feet and steered him through the hallway, the clothespins making him more aware of each step. Inside the familiar bedroom, Ethan dimmed the lights and said, “Lie down.”
Anthony did, spreading his legs on the mattress and keeping his hands behind his head.
“I’m going to bring more clothespins,” Ethan said. “They were on sale, so I bought fifty. You can take some home if you need.”
Anthony held back a smile. “You were always a sucker for sales.”
“Like my momma taught me.”
Ethan came back and placed dozens of clothespins on the bed. “How’s your cock been holding up?”
Anthony glanced down at his underwear tent. “It could use a bit of air, sir.”
“Well, I’d hate for Anthony Junior to suffocate.”
“Are we really calling it that?”
“I regretted it the second I said it.”
Thank God.
Ethan pulled down Anthony’s underwear, allowing his cock to reach its full length. He sighed in relief.
“Now I can do this...” Ethan attached one clothespin to Anthony’s scrotum, between his balls.
He sucked in a breath, familiarizing himself with the pain instead of trying to fight it—a method he’d mastered during his time at the club, and before that with Chris.
In the next ten minutes, Ethan methodologically decorated Anthony’s body with clothespins, adding three to his scrotum, one beneath his crown, and two more to each nipple, stretching the sensitive skin to the max. During that time, Anthony’s erection hadn’t wavered an inch.
Once done, Ethan spread on the bed, propped up on his elbow. “Does it hurt?”
“Yes, but a different kind of hurt. I feel...”
