Page 118 of The Sinner's Sanctuary

Reaching between his thighs, I feel his cock, giving it asqueeze to test its firmness. Semi and growing. He tries to press into my touch because he truly can’t help himself, but I remove my hand and send the riding crop straight to his balls.

He makes a noise of total shock, and his thighs shake.

“Are you praying yet, pretty boy?”

He doesn’t respond, his gasps choked from the direct hit, so I buzz him again while I count to ten in my head. He starts pulling at the restraints at five and jerking through spasms at eight. The expression on his face is close to rapturous, and I know that look. I’ve memorized it. I often jerk off to the image of it when I’m showering.

I release the buzzer just before he reaches his edge and go back to slapping his inner thighs. I give his cock a few rough tugs with my hand to remind him I have options, and he’s got a safe word, and then I buzz him for a single second. He digs his forehead into the bed, his neck bending as he pants heavily onto the mattress. Tossing the crop onto the floor, I get into bed with him, settling my body between his spread open legs. Torturing him with pleasure is still torture, and when it comes to him, I can only watch for so long. He’s become my biggest weakness.

I draw his balls into my mouth and get them as wet as possible so he can hear the slurping noise it makes when I suck on them again. I lick the tiniest bead of precum from his strangled cock and then hit him with an eight count vibration. Looking up, I watch his reaction. His hands open and close on air. His hips rock, trying to fuck something, and his back heaves with sharp groans.

I follow up the long buzz with a series of short, rhythmic pulses that have him rigid and groaning. His muscles strain and pull, and it’s so gorgeous. So erotic. I can barely wait to replace the plug with my cock, but we’re not nearly done yet.

While I doubt he’ll safe word, I do think he’ll start to wish he weren’t so stubborn.

I deny him a second orgasm, and he grunts his frustration, flattening himself to the bed and cursing.

“It’s going to help if you can begin to accept what’s happening to you. What’s going to keep happening over and over and over until you break.”

He nods. I suck his balls again, just because I want to.

I put on some trance music and settle in for the long haul, edging him repeatedly both mentally and physically. Because pleasure is involved, the moments of pain are necessarily shorter. Between simulating his prostate and his cock with vibrations, I suck hickeys into his inner thighs, the creases beneath his ass, and of course, the holy grail of his body, his ass itself. I lose count of how many orgasms he doesn’t have. A playlist’s worth pass before I hear him wearing thin and meeting his defeat.

His body twitches uncontrollably. I can’t imagine the fatigue in his muscles and joints. He’s glistening with sweat, covered in my marks, and his balls are a dusky shade of blue—swollen and painful looking. At the end of a long buzz that has him ratcheting up again and his cock helplessly twitching, I cut him off and nip his scrotum with my teeth.

He sobs, finally.

I draw out his agony with a few long sucks of his cock that aren’t enough to get him off, especially with the cock ring, and his body shudders before going completely limp with a full show of surrender.

Sliding the plug out, but leaving the cock ring on, I crawl over his body, slide on a condom, and stuff myself inside him

Gritting my teeth at the tight squeeze, once I’m deep enough, he bears down and stops choking my dick with his ass. The plug had plenty of lube on it, and I slide through it easily, dying inside at the electric pleasure of his body enveloping and welcoming my cock.

He’s crying quietly as I fuck into him, lost in his head and giving up his body for me to use. I wrap my arms beneath his,press my cheek to his head and pump my hips methodically, humping him.

“Christ, oh Christ, oh Christ,” he chants.

I don’t particularly want to because he feels so fucking good like this, but I’m eager to end this scene. It’s gone on an extremely long time, and it’s stretched my patience and my affection for him beyond what’s comfortable. Meaning, I can’t bear seeing him like this anymore. He’s much stronger than I am, though, because I think he would tolerate this as long as I dealt it out.

But I’ll never last. My need is so harsh, it has me chasing my own orgasm like my life is at risk, and I’ll die if I don’t come.

I reach down and manage to wrestle the cock ring off, but his dick is still smashed downward, and I have nearly my full weight on top of him. My slow, gliding strokes turn to powerful thrusts that have him howling with the way his body has to fight the restraints. He’ll wind up with cuff marks, but that’s not as bad as split skin.

“Ohfuck—” he gasps as he grabs the chain on his restraints and tries to stabilize himself as I pound him through his orgasm. It sets me on fire when the sounds of his release issue from his perfect lips. I pull out immediately when I realize the clench in my groin isn’t strain—it’s my own savage release. I’m coming with him.

I yank off the condom and hold tight to my throbbing cock as my cum shoots onto his hole, dripping down his sac as it continues to gush from me. It pools on his beautiful, spent dick, and I throw my head back, panting harshly, thanking God it’s over.

“Please,” I hear him whisper. “Please. Don’t make me say it. I don’t want to say it.”

Blinking out of my haze, I turn for his ankles first and let them go. When I get his hands free, he curls into a ball, facing away from me, and I feel the subtle rejection like a punch in the stomach.

I grab his water and put on pants before coming back to the bed. “Will you drink it?”

He reaches out and takes the bottle. “Sit down,” he mumbles.

I let out the breath I was holding and sink onto the mattress to sit beside him.

He puts his cheek on my thigh and lets out his own deep breath. “I can’t feel my body.”

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