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Elio set up a slow rhythm, pressing him forward until…
James hissed as the tender tip of his cock brushed against the pine tree. That hurt. Every muscle in his body went tight.
Confusingly, though, he was still just as hard.
Elio chuckled. “Discover something?”
“We’re too close to the tree.”
Elio kissed along his neck, while his other hand, still lubed, came around to stroke James’s cock. “I’m not sure I agree.”
It took James a moment to make sense of Elio’s words. Elio was fucking him, and fondling his dick at the same time. Higher cognitive functions didn’t need to be involved.
But then… “What do you mean?”
Elio ran his warm fingers over the head of James’s dick and then, inexplicably, dragged that same tender skin across the rough tree trunk, catching on each rough edge as it passed.
James’s mouth fell open, but no sound came out. Jagged sparks of pain flew through his body. His pulse pounded in his ears. He jerked on Elio’s thick length inside him because…
Somehow, that had felt good.
“Ever heard of CBT? Cock and ball torture?”
Heard of it, yes. Crossed his legs and winced at the thought of it, also yes.
Elio dragged James’s cockhead across the coarse bark the other way.
James’s brain wanted to protest, but his hips surged forward.
He couldn’t believe he wanted more of this… torture. Actual torture.
And his body was screaming for more.
“I thought this was something you’d like,” Elio told him, breath hot against his ear. “You can safeword if you need to, and we’ll do something else.”
Elio gave him a moment to consider… to really consider saying yellow and scaling back the whole crazy plan.
He couldn’t believe he was going to actually consent to more of this. “Green,” he whispered.
“Damn, James.” Elio turned James’s head and kissed him hard and dirty. “You’re going to rub off against this tree, while I get off in your ass.”
Elio shoved them both forward, until James’s whole body was pressed up against the tree. The side of his face. His legs, still trapped in his khakis, which had spread to accommodate the trunk.
His cock was still mostly protected by Elio’s curled fingers.
Elio dragged his hand lower down, spreading the remaining lube over James’s balls.
Then he took that hand away.
James could feel every grain and crack in the bark. Even with the lube, the jagged scales bit along his length. His balls rested on something rough and thick. His tip lay against a thick crevice, bridging two irregular bulges, like a threat.
Then Elio snapped his hips, and it was much more than a threat.
Oh God. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt. His dick was too delicate, too sensitive to be dragged over this broken surface.
And somehow, his body turned it all around and inside out until he was humping against it harder. It was so wrong, and yet so good, this molten river of pain.
Elio was pounding into him now, short, rapid thrusts that dragged his poor cock against the rugged bark so that he didn’t even have to do that.
