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Nipple clamps, attached together by a chain.
“Don’t tell me the big boy’s already scared,” I taunt him.
“Mmph, mm-hmm, mmph,” he mumbles over his ball gag, all his words stolen from him.
I fucking love this.
And he’s about to love it more.
“Nod your head if you want me to continue,” I instruct him, “and shake your head if you’ve had enough. C’mon, boy.”
Tye gives it only three seconds of thought.
Then he slowly nods.
I smirk. “Oh, boy … you’re about to miss my tongue,” I warn him, then bring the first clamp to his right nipple. Tye gasps around his gag as it pinches his pert little left nipple, squeezing it as I secure the clamp. Then I take my time as I reach over his deeply-breathing, rising-and-falling toned chest. When the other clamp finally kisses his other nipple, Tye squeezes his big, beautiful eyes shut with pleasure as he lets out a deep groan, riding that fine line between pain and ecstasy.
He’s already in heaven.
I hook a finger under the thin chain attached to the clamps, then give it a gentle, teasing tug, pulling on both his nipples at once. “Mmph, mm-mmm …”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” I grin and give the chain another tug, squeezing another sexy moan out of his tightened throat. “Hey, look at that. I can make you whimper whenever I want. See?” I tug again. He practically squeaks. “Under my total control.”
Tye burns me with his eyes, as if daring me to do it again.
Inspired suddenly, I grab hold of my camera and aim it at him to snap three shots—flash, flash, flash—capturing the exquisite agony on his face.
He’ll be able to relive it forever, this moment I took him past the threshold of his fantasies.
“You talked a lot about my opened door. How anyone could just walk in.” I hook my finger under the chain and give it a firm tug to inspire another beautiful wince out of him—then snap a shot of it. “Are you glad you’re the one who walked in?”
Something changes in his eyes.
And mine, too. The dominant side of me is traded at once for the human side. I reach with my free hand, undo the strap behind his head, then lower the gag out of his mouth. His lips glisten from his saliva, nearly as red as the ball itself.
I lift an eyebrow. “There something you wanna say to me?”
He meets my eyes. “Yes,” he answers.
“So what is it?”
“Yes,” he repeats. “It was ‘yes’ … Yes, I’m glad I’m the one who walked in. Yes, I’m glad I’m here. Yes, I … I wanted this experience.”
The sincere look in his eyes captivates me.
It’s only now that I truly realize this experience I’m giving him goes way beyond some horny kid looking to live out a fantasy. Something deep inside him is being satisfied by this, something in his soul.
Something fundamental to who he is.
That’s when it hits me. The youth in him. His innocence. His curiosity … and his strength. The bit of myself I see in his restless eyes …
And why my photo of the bound wrestler spoke to him.
“I bet you could live like this,” I say to him. “Bound up. Stretched. Suffering. Begging for my every touch, whether it’s to pleasure you … or add another painful peg to your body wherever I want.”
Tye’s nervous swallow confirms my statement.
A smirk creeps over my lips.
It’s like I’ve slid straight into his mind without even having to try. “You like being an object,” I go on as I start to circle him, my fingertips running along his smooth, supple skin. “It isn’t even about sex to you, yet it’s the most sexually aroused you’ve ever been. Nothing has ever satisfied you before. No boyfriend’s kiss, no cock no matter the size, no bouquet of flowers on a one-year anniversary …” I chuckle darkly at that last one. “Nothing touches you the way an experience like this does …”
To punctuate that last point, I give the chain a pull twice as hard as I’ve given him yet.
Now freed of his gag, he hisses loudly in pain.
That hiss is followed at once by a moan of unprecedented pleasure.
He’s never felt this before.
And with every experimental taste I give him, he wants more.
“You think it hurts now?” I stop by his side and smirk down at him. “Wait ‘til the clamps come off.”
He turns his big eyes up to mine, as alarmed as he is excited.
“So tell me if I’m wrong.” I muscularly take hold of the sling, stopping all his movement, and bring my face right in front of his. “If any bit of what I’ve said so far doesn’t ring true, and doesn’t feel like I’m speaking the words written right over your body, then just tell me.”
He says nothing.
That’s all the answer I need.
