“Yeah?” Carver asked, pinching him again. Peter gritted his teeth, and his expression twisted in pain, but this time he didn’t make a noise.
“You’re such an asshole,” he panted, squirming. “I can’t believe you like this.”
Carver grinned. “You like it too,” he said, moving his hand to press down on the erection in Peter’s pants. “Little pain-slut.”
“I’m not a—”
Carver cut Peter’s denial off by grabbing the weights and ripping the clamps off Peter’s nipples.
For a second, Peter didn’t make a sound, like the air had been punched out of his lungs, and then he let out a scream like he was being murdered.
“You fucker!” he cried, tears running down his face as he twisted to get away. “I hate you!”
Carver laughed, wrapping his arms around Peter’s smaller body and keeping him pinned, pressing his fingers into his abused nipples and rubbing them vigorously.
“Color?” Carver asked, Peter’s tear-streaked face making his balls feel like they were going to explode.
“Yellow, you evil dick,” Peter said, harsh breaths wracking his body.
Carver stopped rubbing his nipples, moving his hands lower and stroking his stomach.
He glanced over and caught Tex looking at Peter’s nipples with horrified sympathy. Tex looked up, meeting Carver’s eyes and shaking his head.
“That was mean,” he said, sounding shocked.
“I never said I was nice,” Carver said, bending his neck and burying his nose in Peter’s hair. “And besides, this is why we have a safeword, right?”
“Right,” Tex said, still looking a little shocked.
Carver would never have done something like that to Tex—mostly because he knew Tex wouldn’t like it, but also because it would end with him getting his face rearranged.
“Are you okay?” Tex asked, looking down at Peter. “You can safeword if you want to.”
Tex sounded like he hoped Peter would safeword.
“No, I don’t want to do that,” Peter said, breathing calmer and no longer crying. “I think I might have come in my pants.”
Pushing his hand down into Peter’s underwear, Carver was surprised to feel that he wasn’t exaggerating. He’d literally come in his pants. Breathing in through his nose, he could smell Peter’s release.
He would have noticed it before if Tex’s load, still all over Peter’s face, wasn’t so pungent.
Taking the clamps, Carver lifted them back up to Peter’s nipples, only to be interrupted by a frantic proclamation of, “Yellow! Yellow!”
Disappointed, Carver put the clamps down on the couch next to him.
“Good boy,” he said, kissing the top of Peter’s head. Even though he was disappointed, he didn’t show it, wanting Peter to feel one hundred percent free to use his safeword.
“Can I blow you?” Peter asked, sounding hopeful.
Carver laughed. “No, but if you want, I can fuck your face.”
Peter hesitated. “What’s the difference?”
“When you give Tex a blow job, you have to work. You need to suck, control your gagging, and you need to use your tongue. Right?”
Peter nodded, and Carver splayed his hand wide over his belly, pinning him.
“When I fuck your face, I don’t want you doing any of that. I want to treat your mouth like a hole. I want to force my cock down your throat and fuck it until I come, and then I want to choke you on my knot.” Carver moved his hand from Peter’s belly to his throat, squeezing lightly. “Do you see the difference?”
