“You were enjoying that?”
“Yes, Sir,” I sighed out and finally opened my eyes.
Sir looked decidedly freaked the fuck out, but he’d also smuggled a log into the house in his jeans. That cloth at his crotch was stretched to the limit. I licked my lips and stared. A hot drop of precum rolled down my length and dripped onto my balls; I could fucking feel every nanometer of that drop of my nut juice after the way my boys had been stretched. I gasped and bit the corner of my lip, raising my arms above my head to keep my hands away from myself. My stomach clenched in a strange torment of pleasure. He hadn’t said I couldn’t touch my dick right now, but I wasn’t taking any chances.
“Do you want me to put it back on?”
I stared at him and smirked. I wasn’t trying to be a fucker again, just couldn’t help myself. “There’s not a chance in hell I could sit still for you to do that if I knew it was going on.”
A gleam entered his eyes. “You’re right. I don’t think you could either.”
I stopped breathing for a few seconds and a wave of humiliation washed over me. He didn’t think I could be a good…. Well, I wasn’t good. My face felt like it would scald off my body. “Do you… want me to do that?”
He shrugged a shoulder and casually roved his gaze down my body to stop on my dick. “Doesn’t matter. You can’t.”
“You’re not a Dom, you’re fucking Satan.”
“Technically you’d be fucking Satan, if I’m Satan.”
He shocked a laugh out of me. “Not yet. You wussed out because I hit subspace.” I still felt fucking floaty, as far as that went, but at least I was capable of coherent responses.
His eyebrows rose and then settled low. “Hold your legs to your chest.”
It was wild watching him come at me with the black wooden device. The humbler. My body twitched and my toes wouldn’t stay still. Was I out of my mind letting him do this? I’d seen one other humbler before, but never in a thousand years would I have thought I could stand it. I held my breath as he unscrewed it and slipped the bottom piece beneath my balls. I tugged my legs tighter to my chest as he secured it closed again.
The devious little machine didn’t look like much, just pieces of wood with a slot for my balls to fit through. The medieval device was being screwed together again—slowly, carefully, fucking lovingly—while Sir petted a finger over the slit of my dick that had me straining and biting my lip so hard, I could taste a tang of blood. I was shocked at the appreciation in his eyes. His cock must have liked this, too, because it seemed bigger than ever, even though he still had it packed away in his pants.
“Let your legs go.”
I shook my head.
He stared at me, and I swallowed hard. I let go, and he eased my thighs slightly toward himself until the humbler caught on the backs of my legs and pulled. I whined with the new thrill of pain that scrabbled through my body, and gripped my stomach hard to stop from frantically jerking myself off to do something with all the spikes of feeling ripping shreds through my groin. He caught his breath.
“Look at you.” He pushed my legs back toward my chest. I held them there, afraid to let go, and panted. He scrambled toward the couch and then back again, and when he got to me, he tossed down a familiar gold packet and a tube of lube.
I laughed so hard I snorted, and honestly, I must be more suicidal than I’d ever thought. “Sir, do you really need that magnum?” I couldn’t help the question. I bit the tip of my tongue, and even though I was in the worst predicament of my life, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.
He rubbed his fingers roughly over my poor trapped balls and the pressure had my eyes rolling back in my head.
“You’re about to find out,” he said.
There was the crinkle of a wrapper. The cool glide of lube on my asshole had me barely cracking an eye. For a second, a strange malaise rolled over me, in spite of the cleansing pain in my groin.
“Lamb,” Sir said sharply.
I opened my eyes and focused on him. He lunged forward, and I cried out as he pushed my knees to my shoulders. My lower back protested, but he had his lips on mine in seconds. One of his hands disappeared between us, and I whined as the tip of the lube bottle was wiggled into my hole. I could feel the coolness blast into me. The cold plastic disappeared from me, and then a massive, slick cockhead was pressed against my hole. Normally it wouldn’t be a problem, but my heart was already in my throat from the strain on my balls and the twinges of pain, and then he leaned in and pushed that mammoth cock into my body. He breached me, and I forgot how to fucking do anything except gasp air. The stretch didn’t hurt like the humbler, but it didn’t tickle, either. The burn blew my mind.
He didn’t give me a chance to get used to him, just fucked in deep in one smooth stroke until he bottomed out. I was sure the tip of his cock was planted all the way in my stomach. I trembled and moaned as pain streaked through my groin from my poor balls.
“Sir, it hurts,” I whispered.
“And?”
“Sir, I love it,” I groaned out, and he grinned.
“Take it you’ve no thoughts of leaving, then? I managed to do right by you?”
I glared at him. “No, Sir. I can’t go. I’m tied up at the moment.” I wanted to say something else, had a great follow-up to that pun, but he snapped his hips back and drilled into me again. All I could do was scream silently at the way his pounding against my prostate jolted my balls with a terrible and sweet combination of pleasure and pain.
