She leaned in, giving his nipples a sharp pinch while whispering in his ear, “Would you like to see how many orgasms you need before the pain goes away?”
Bryson felt his soul leave his body. There was that familiar floating sensation.
When Adria pressed the tube to his tip, he barely even registered it.
It was uncomfortable at first; the sensation felt a little like peeing, but as she advanced, Bryson’s insides clenched. His balls pulled even tighter into him, and his cock throbbed.
When the object was deep within him, Adria pulled on the metal sitting just above his slit, and Bryson felt his body turn to Jello.
He would have done anything for her.
Bryson jumped when the vibrations came back in his ass.
“Look at you three, your holes plugged, panting. You are so needy.”
Turning, she went into her bag and pulled out three small dildo gags. “I did say I wanted all of your holes plugged.”
Within minutes, the three of them were wearing matching dildo gags. They were just shallow enough that Bryson was able to breathe, but they were also just long enough that they were uncomfortable.
Drool started running down his face and Adria stood over him.
“Look how delightfully pathetic you are.” The vibration in his ass increased, and Bryson moaned shamefully into his gag.
“You want to come?” she asked.
And Bryson nodded his head vigorously. He could feel Kaydon and Seth barely holding onto control beside him.
“All three of you want to come?”
Bryson saw Kaydon and Seth bobbing their heads.
“Turn around.”
All three of them moved.
“Bend over the bed. Press your dicks into the mattress.”
Pain shot through Bryson as he pressed his cock into the soft fabric, the metal tube still inside him.
A paddle hit him from behind, and Bryson scrambled to catch himself.
Pain cracked across his ass, and the vibrations seemed to go impossibly higher. With every administration, Bryson’s control slipped further away.
When heat flared across his backside, he felt the tip of Adria’s blade on his shoulder.
“Wouldn’t want to get married without my fresh marks on you,” she said.
The familiar pain was followed by blood dripping down his back.
It was a small mark. Bryson could tell she had carved the letter ‘A’.
Her hand reached around and gently pulled the metal tube out of him. With her hands on him, he almost came, but he bit down hard on his cheek. Forcing himself to hold.
“Such a good boy, waiting for permission,” she said in his ear.
Feeling her hands on the vibrator, Bryson felt her start to pump the item in and out of his ass. The pleasure building to an almost painful level.
“You can come.”
