Page 51 of Love Language

Marco felt his own cock surge, pressing against his packer. There was no other high like watching Greg squirm in front of him like this.

He went to his knees, then, mouthing Greg’s balls and giving them little nips. He figured by now that Greg knew where the second pair of clamps were going. He attached one to each side, watching Greg shift from foot to foot as he absorbed the pain.

Greg watched with curiosity as he threaded a separate string through each of the chains, and then tied them off on the hand weight the he placed at Greg’s feet. They were completely taut, but not tugging yet.

Now he was ready for the fun part.

Ready?

Greg nodded, nervous but clear.

Carefully watching Greg’s reactions, he gave the rope attached to the anal hook one long, smooth pull until Greg was forced onto his tiptoes.

God, he was beautiful. His face contorted in delicious agony as he tried to decide whether to relieve the painful tugging on his nipples and balls or the intensity of the hook buried deeply inside him.

He grasped the leather above his cuffs, pulling his weight up with muscles straining. And then he leaned forward, trying to get his chest closer to the floor.

He couldn’t have them both.

Shivers raced through his body and he tossed his head, mouth open.

Marco ran a gentle hand down his side, drawing his attention.

Greg’s eyes were riveted on him, needy and helpless and pleading.

You’re doing so good for me, he encouraged. Taking everything I give you.

Greg gave him a smile, his face still wild.

And you know how to get out of this. All I need is your tears. I don’t care if you come or not, he added with false cruelty, because we can do this all night.

That was another little lie. He would stop after about half an hour to avoid doing serious harm. But Greg didn’t need to know that.

The only thing you need to do is cry. He ran a gentle hand down Greg’s cheek and across his throat. Can you do that for me sweetheart?

Chapter 10 Greg

Greg felt mindless, wild. He was bombarded by sensations, shaking and panting.

He’d thought that Marco was sweet, for all the usual care that he took with him.

But this was agony.

His nipples throbbed, pulled impossibly far away from his chest. His testicles burned in two sharp points of fire. Pain seemed to arc between them, the rest of his body just a corridor.

And that damned hook, filling him up so completely and then pulling the wrong way. It was somehow too hard, too much, too intense. And it wasn’t moving at all, not giving him the slightest bit of pleasurable stimulation.

His arms were starting to burn as they strained to hold his weight. The leather wrapped around the chains wasn’t enough, couldn’t possibly give him the relief he needed no matter how hard he pulled.

And his feet felt like they could cramp any minute, his toes unaccustomed to taking the weight of his whole body.

He bent his left knee, seeking relief, but it only changed the angle of the wretched hook, pulled more tightly on his left nipple. His own screams echoed in his ears.

Maybe if he just pulled a bit more with his arms, made himself take one more minute of that sharp torture to his nipple and balls…

It was horrible.

And it was everything.