“Whenever we’re home and it’s just us, you’re going to wear this for me,” Jamie told him. “Because you’re right. I own you, but you own me just as much.”
Jamie continued to stroke Kyle’s cock while the dildo in his ass continued to vibrate at its highest setting. Jamie left lingering kisses on his trembling shoulders, tugged every now and then on the nipple clamps, eliciting soft cries from Kyle every time he did so. It took time so soon after two orgasms so close together, but Kyle’s healing factor helped him overcome that hurdle, and his cock grew hard once again in Jamie’s hand.
“Therewe go,” Jamie said, pinching the tip of Kyle’s cock, making his hips jerk. Kyle shook in his arms, gone wordless from the constant buzzing pressure of the dildo against his prostate and Jamie’s teasing touches.
Jamie pulled back, the separation causing Kyle to half turn and reach for him. Jamie grabbed his hand and brought it up to his mouth, placing a kiss over the wedding rings there. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Jamie reached for the remote where he’d left it on the bench and switched the dildo off. The sudden ceasing of vibration had Kyle’s knees nearly giving out on him, but he caught himself on his forearm against the window, head bowed from the absence of vibration.
“Oh god,” Kyle moaned, breathing heavily as Jamie pulled the dildo out of him and dropped it to the floor.
Jamie moved the lounge bench around until it was perpendicular to the window. Then he slipped two fingers inside Kyle’s hole and tugged at the puffy rim, feeling the slickness of leftover lube and cum inside him. He slipped them in deeper, stroking at Kyle’s prostate, noting the way his body jerked at the touch.
“Sensitive?” Jamie asked, a smirk curling his mouth.
Kyle tried to glare at him, but the look was more begging than anything else. “What do you think?”
“I think I’m not done, and neither are you. Come here.”
Kyle swayed in his direction. “How do you want me, sir?”
“On your back.”
Jamie guided Kyle over to the bench, helping him lie on the soft cushion. He stretched his arms over his head, pressing his hands against the raised armrest there. The bench had no backing, and his legs were splayed wide over it, cock jutting upward.
Jamie sat on the bench, one foot on the floor, the other leg bent at the knee and resting on the cushion. The bench was too wide to easily straddle it. Jamie pulled Kyle toward him, draping Kyle’s legs over his thighs. Once he was satisfied with Kyle’s position, Jamie reached for the chain lying on his chest. Jamie lifted it upward until the clamps tightened even more as they stretched Kyle’s nipples.
Kyle arched against the pull, panting as Jamie carefully jerked on the chain. The chain was just long enough that he could tuck it between Kyle’s lips. Kyle carefully bit down on the metal links, holding it in place. The chain was pulled taut in that position, his nipples squeezed and stretched by the clamps to a painful tightness. Jamie pressed his thumbs against each of the tender, swollen nipples, digging his nails into the hot skin there.
Kyle let out a muffled cry at the touch, the metal links twisting between his teeth. Jamie leaned over to lick at one stretched nipple, curling his tongue around the hot flesh and body-warmed metal. He sucked at it, smiling at the way Kyle arched into the sensation. Jamie moved his mouth to the other one, giving it the same judicious attention until both of Kyle’s nipples swelled against his tongue.
Jamie sat up and pressed a hand to Kyle’s stomach, pushing him flat onto the bench before reaching for the bottle of lube. He uncapped it with one hand and used some to slick up his own cock rather than Kyle’s hole.
“Remember,” Jamie said as he tilted up Kyle’s hips. “You can come whenever you want.”
Kyle’s eyes rolled back as Jamie made sure to rub his cock against Kyle’s prostate as he pushed all the way in. The garbled sound that came out of Kyle’s mouth around the chain had Jamie tucking his hands beneath Kyle’s ass to lift him up higher. Jamie pulled back and snapped his hips forward hard enough to drive Kyle up the bench, enjoying the jagged cry that escaped his husband at the force of the thrust.
Jamie set a methodical pace, each thrust hard and targeting his prostate in unceasing motion. Kyle let go of the cushion in favor of pressing his hands against the armrest beyond his head, using it to brace himself against Jamie’s thrusts. His breathing came quick and sharp through his nose, eyes squeezed shut as he tried not to chew on the chain clamped between his teeth.
Jamie stroked Kyle’s cock with hard fingers, intent on dragging another orgasm out of him. It didn’t take long. Kyle came with a choked off cry seconds later, shaking on Jamie’s cock as cum spilled over his fingers. Not as much came out this time, and Jamie took his time milking Kyle for all he was worth. With every stroke of his hand, Jamie thrust into Kyle with a hard roll of his hips, refusing to stop.
Kyle swallowed, the sound a loud click in the air beneath the slapping of skin as Jamie fucked him. Jamie never stopped stroking Kyle’s cock, knowing it had to hurt. The desperate whines that Kyle let out, the way his fingers clawed at the armrest, was proof of that. Jamie had no plans yet to stop the constant stimulation of Kyle’s prostate, using every deep thrust to force Kyle to hardness one more time.
It took longer than the last few times, with Jamie never giving Kyle a chance to rest his body. He kept up the relentless pace until Kyle’s cock was hot and hard in his hand. Jamie finally let Kyle go long enough to kiss him around the metal in his mouth.
“I know it hurts, but I want you to come for me one more time,” Jamie said against his lips. “Think you can do that for me, baby?”
Kyle let out a sob and nodded as far as the chain in his mouth would let him, lashes damp from tears. Jamie lifted his other leg onto the bench until he was kneeling on it, gripping Kyle’s hips with hard hands. He rose on his knees a little, lifting Kyle’s ass as he did so. Jamie sank into him until he was balls deep, knowing the perfect angle to hit Kyle’s prostate.
Jamie pulled out then thrust back in with a hard snap of his hips, finally letting go of his control and giving in to his desire. The force of his thrust drove a strangled shout from Kyle, head jerking back as far as the chain would let him, nipples stretching from the pull of the clamps. The chain glinted like the diamonds around his throat, the shine flickering with every demanding thrust of Jamie’s cock deep inside him.
Jamie fucked his husband with a bruising intensity, forcing one more orgasm out of Kyle as he sought his own pleasure. Kyle’s cock jerked as he came with a heaving sob, lips trembling against his teeth and the chain. His body clenched down weakly around Jamie’s still-moving cock, but Kyle didn’t ejaculate, the dry orgasm leaving him a shuddering, crying mess on the bench.
Kyle’s entire body shook beneath Jamie’s hands, skin flushed red where it wasn’t already continuously bruised by the clamps or Jamie’s fingers. The collar around his throat was a bright line in the low lighting of the viewing room, and the tears falling from the corners of his eyes left wet tracks on his cheeks.
Jamie swore, the sight of Kyle looking utterly wrecked beneath him making his cock throb in a telling way. Jamie pulled out of Kyle and stroked his cock with quick, hard pulls until he came with a deep, satisfied groan, spilling his cum over Kyle’s cock and chest and the collar wrapped tight around his throat.
When Jamie finished, he sank back down onto the bench, breathing heavily as sweat slid down his body. Kyle’s legs were still splayed over his thighs, arms raised over his head, the chain still caught between his teeth. His eyes were closed, hair damp from sweat, but the shaky way he swallowed made the collar rise and fall, all the diamonds there catching the light.
