It’s driving me mad, and my muscles shake from not only the position that I’m in, but the unquestionable desire coursing through every fiber of my being. I’m about to beg him for more,for the reward he promised, but then the metal strikes my ass three times. Then the backs of my thighs, and the last one over my balls.
“Eros!” I scream, nearly coming from the mix of pleasure and pain. The only thing stopping me from doing so is his hand that appears and grips my cock so hard I whimper. His rings press into the sensitive skin.
“Bad boy. I didn’t tell you to come yet, did I?” When I don’t answer he squeezes around my shaft harder.
“No!”
He eases his grip and I inhale, his hand slowly jacking my cock to sooth away the ache, while he rolls my balls in the other. He must have dropped whatever it is he was teasing me with before.
“My god,” he teases my weeping slit with one of his fingers. “You’re aching to come, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan. He pumps back and forth twice more before he pulls away. When his hand returns to my shaft it’s covered in cool lube, and he must have removed his rings.
“Do you think you deserve to?” He muses, as he pumps me in a painfully slow movement.
“Yes, Eros.”
“I do, too,” he pumps me again. “I think I’m going to milk you dry with my hand, then fuck your mouth. How does that sound?”
“Please, Eros.”
His slippery hand pumps my shaft in tugging strokes, harder than before, milking it like he said he would.
“Remember, don’t come until I tell you.”
I moan out another yes, and he continues his delicious torture. He jacks me in different strokes and patterns. Every single one makes me leak for him, surely making a mess on the comforter below.
“That’s it,” he squeezes and pulls my shaft, drawing more pre-cum from me, rolling my balls with his other hand. “I can feelyou about to come, your balls getting tighter, your cock pulsing for me. Do you enjoy being played with like this?”
“God,” I moan, as he twists his hand on my cock in a circular motion. “Yes,” I huff out. “Fuck!”
He jerks me, bringing me to the edge before pulling back, and holding my orgasm hostage. He teases me in the same way he did with the metal object and feather. Pleasure with his tugs, then pain when he grips to stop me from coming. I’m sweating from the exertion and need.
His one hand leaves my balls, and presses against the plug in my ass. It comes to life with vibrations, and I growl his name along with my plea, as he squeezes my cock harder and the plug buzzes against my prostate.
“Eros! Please, can I come?Please, please, please.”
He pulls down on my cock. “Do it. Give me your cum, Theo.”
I explode into the most intense orgasm of my life. One built from the pleasure of pain and denial. My body shakes, hips thrusting forward so my dick fucks his hand, as I come. He gathers my cum, using it as more lube to stroke me through every second of my release.
Eros praises me, filling my head with how much he loves the feel of my dick pulsing in his hand, and how much cum I’ve given him. How happy I’ve made him. I’d preen like a cat, if I wasn’t so lost to all the dizzying sensations.
When the haze of my orgasm begins to fade, he doesn’t stop playing with my sensitive dick. Milking every last drop of cum from me like he said he would.
“Eros,” I whimper. “No more.”
He eases up his touch. “Are you spent, little slut?”
“Sen-sensitive!” I cry as he slides his thumb around the crown.
“You want me to fuck your mouth now, slut? Give your cock a break?”
“Yes!”
He releases my shaft, but leaves the vibrating plug in my ass. I hear the rustle of what I believe to be him removing his clothes, followed by his hands guiding me to where he wants me. My muscles ache from holding my position on all fours for so long, and the plush bed is a nice reprieve for my smarting back.
With my head slightly hanging off the edge of the mattress, I wait for Eros’ next move.
