Page 66 of Ride With Me

“The switch on the bottom is like a dimmer. Click it on and then let ’er rip.”

Blue thumbed over the dial until he heard a click.

The glass piece lit up with a purple glow and emitted a quiet buzz.

Curious, Blue touched the tip of the glass. He immediately recoiled as he got a sharp zap that burned horribly. “What the fuck? Wholikesthat? Who wants to feel that?”

“Me. This guy right here, good buddy.” Bishop wiggled his fingers.

“Jesus fuck.” Blue laughed, rubbing his thumb over his still stinging finger. Although no mark had been left behind, it continued to throb like he’d been burned. He messed with the dial more, finding that the buzz got louder as he spun it. “I’m guessing this is increasing the charge?”

“Yup.” Bishop tucked his arms behind his head. He hadn’t bothered removing the lamp cord or his shirt that remained tangled in it. “Go on and get you some, boy.”

Blue adjusted the dial to what he thought might be a medium. “Shouldn’t we have a safe word or something?”

“Would ya actually stop if I used it?” Bishop teased.

Blue smirked. “Maybe.”

“Cattywampus.”

“What?”

“That’s my safe word!” Bishop shrugged his big shoulders. “Cattywampus! Now come on and get you somethin’, hmm? Go on.”

Blue wasn’t sure where to start, but he decided to imagine it was similar to when he killed someone. He went for Bishop’s sternum first, tentatively dragging the end of the wand downward.

“Ohhh, there we go, there we go!” Bishop groaned wantonly, his face flushing a deep shade of red. “Yeah… That’s it.”

Blue blinked in surprise, but he repeated the motion, delighted at how Bishop writhed beneath him.

The thrill was new—knowing Bishop was in pain but still experiencing pleasure was exciting.

Heady.

Addictive.

Blue ran the wand back and forth until Bishop’s chest appeared sunburned. Bishop’s cock was hard, leaking a dribble of precome across his stomach. The temptation to run the wand along his thick shaft was strong, but instead Blue redirected the electricity around Bishop’s nipple.

“Fuck! God, that’s good.” Bishop groaned happily, a low howl of pleasure that echoed throughout the room. “More. Go on and get it, come on.”

Blue circled the wand around Bishop’s nipple, watching in fascination as Bishop tensed and whined. He knew it had to burn like hell, but Bishop’s cries were all so blissful. Being able to deliver this level of agony and have Bishop begging for more was a new and unique thrill he’d never experienced before.

He felt powerful.

He felt fuckinghot.

And God, he wanted to come.

“Grab my dick,” Blue ordered.

“Huh?” Bishop blinked, his eyes glassy as he reached to curl his fingers around Blue’s cock. He stroked him slowly at first but quickly picked up speed. “Yeah, go on and get that nut, boy. Come on. I’ll make ya come all fuckin’ night long.”

Blue wasn’t sure if that was true or not, though he felt confident he could manage another climax once this initial itch was scratched. He lifted the wand so he could focus on the pressure building in his loins, rocking forward into Bishop’s firm grip.

He panted as he thrust, his precome making the way slick. He didn’t know when he’d gotten so wet, but it made every stroke of Bishop’s fingers feel even better. He groaned as Bishop squeezedharder and increased his speed, and Blue’s thighs tensed as he grabbed the cord around Bishop’s neck.

He gave it a firm pull and Bishopwhimpered.

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