“Focus on the hurt, Graham,” he orders.
Pain again, from his nipples and the yanked-upon chain, and he yells in frustration, angry at himself for forgetting the two are connected.
Graham collapses suddenly and his cock pulses, come sliding down the shaft. He rests his forehead against Colton’s, giving in, suddenly exhausted. He twitches and his passage milks Colton’s cock. It’s too much.
“Poor thing,” Colton says. He removes the bit from Graham’s mouth.
“What do I do? Help me. Tell me how.” His voice breaks.
“There you are. My good boy,” Colton croons, pressing kisses wherever he can reach. “You giving in now?”
“Yes, Daddy.” He’s agreeing before he’s really thought about it.
“No more fighting?”
“No, Daddy. Was I?” He fights so much and so hard sometimes he’s not even aware he’s doing it.
“You gonna let me do anything I want to you?”
“Yes, Daddy. Please.” He hisses in a breath as a wave of fearful desire washes through him.
“Good. I’ll take care of you. God, you gave in so fast. Not fighting me today, are you, baby doll? You’re my good boy. Is that what happens when I use you right? Kiss me. Sweet now.”
Graham’s lips tremble. Colton’s eyes are half-lidded in pleasure, his cock spasms in Graham’s ass, and Graham starts to grind again, just a little, just gentle like Colton wants. But Colton shushes him, a slight exhale on his lips, and Graham knows that’s too much, so he makes himself go pliant and accept what Colton wants to give him. No matter how small and restrictive and horribly fucking soft it is.
“Good. That’s right,” Colton murmurs.
Graham nods, whimpering into Colton’s mouth as he kisses him softly, slowly, feeling every moment of it. Like Colton wants. Delicately. Barely a touch. It’s agonizing and impossible.
“Yeah, yeah. Fuck, honey, I’m gonna come, sweetheart.”
“Gentle,” Graham finds himself saying, like he has to remind himself or prove to Colton that he’s trying, that he can do it.
“That’s right, my angel. Didn’t I tell you I was going to be sweet to you?”
“It’s h-hard,” Graham whispers, close to tears.
“I know. I love how hard it is for you. God, you’re just so sweet. And soft.”
Is he? He’s never thought of himself as sweet or soft. He’s never wanted to be either of those things. Even now he isn’t sure if he wants it or if Colton’s wants have replaced his own. “I’m not… soft.”
“You are soft. You’re soft here, aren’t you?” he asks, sliding a finger along Graham’s rim, pressing gently where they’re joined. Where Graham is all fire and need. He whimpers and huddles closer to Colton’s strength. “Good. I hurt you and you snuggle closer. That’s my good boy. That’s where we’re going to get you, baby.”
Will he get Graham to behave that way? There’s no time to think because Colton is talking again.
“You’re sweet here, too,” he says, and he’s touching Graham’s cock. Then he’s kissing his lips and he’s forcing Graham to arch up so he can take Graham’s nipple into his mouth. The sensation is warm, wet and muted, just pain seeping around the clamps, but he wants more.
Always more.
“You were worried about the wrong fucking thing, sweetheart. Now, tell me where you hurt the most, and you can make me come, and we’ll get you feeling better.”
His ass. No, his cock. He looks down. It’s practically purple. Colton drags a finger up the side of his shaft and Graham’s mouth drops open, his whole body shudders, and he comes. It’s agony.
“Cock!” he gasps.
He blinks through it and Colton is intense and focused on him. “But I’m in your ass. I’m all snug and warm,” Colton says, practically pouting.
Graham’s so far gone it doesn’t even occur to him that Colton is toying with him. “Whatever you want,” he says and bites his own lip roughly. He blinks, knows there are tears sliding down his face. “Closer to you,” he says and tries to get nearer.
