Page 20 of Martyr

“Want me to tie you there?”

“No.” He sighed and shifted closer before laying down again, this time his head cradled by one of West’s pillows. His hands wrapped around the second bar and then he glanced down at West, who was climbing back onto the mattress.

West sprawled out on his side next to him, idly drawing circles with the tip of the canister around Nix’s navel. Just when Nix was about to ask him what he was planning, he bent down and swiped his tongue across his right nipple. He sucked and nipped at it, taking it between his teeth to tug lightly, just enough it had Nix gasping.

“That stings,” Nix said, glaring at West, who merely grinned at him.

The Demon brought the can up and pressed the button at the base, letting off a quick burst of air. It gusted against Nix’s wet nipple, cold, and surprising enough, he jolted.

Wordlessly, West leaned over his body and repeated the process with his other one, ignoring Nix’s protests when he brought the can up.

“I’m turning you on, Nixie,” he pointed out, moving to lick straight down the center of his chest and stomach. The canister followed after, drying the wet stripe he’d left in his wake.

Nix shivered and rubbed his thighs together, not bothering to deny what was obviously true.

He let out a startled sound when his legs were yanked apart, letting go of the wrung and sitting up to try to push West away when he suddenly brought the tip of the can to his balls and pushed the button.

“Back down,” West demanded. “I want you to cry for me again. You’re so pretty when you’re covered in tears.”

“You are not accosting me with that thing,” Nix stated. “There are lines—”

West pressed the tip just beneath Nix’s balls and let out another burst of cold air that had him scrambling backward. He easily captured one of his ankles and dragged him back, flipping him onto his stomach for good measure.

Before Nix knew what to expect, West had fit that narrowed tip against his hole and started to push. It had a cone shape to it, widening to the width of the can, and Nix panicked as he felt himself forcefully stretched around it.

“Stop it! Take it out!” He grabbed onto the bars again, this time in an attempt to hoist himself away, but West merely held onto his hip and pulled him back, the move shoving him onto even more of the cold metal can. “Stop! You can’t do this!”

“Is it too big?” West asked, leaning back so he could see for himself. “It’s only around two inches thick, Nixie. Surely you can handle that much.”

“I can’t!”

“Liar.” He twisted something at the base of the can and suddenly air started to pulse from the nozzle on a timer, one puff ever three seconds or so.

Nix’s hips jerked and he let out a sob. The cold air made him tingle inside, but it was the pressure that really got to him. He could actually feel it, those bursts pushing against his inner walls. It felt foreign and wrong on so many levels.

“You can’t do this!” he tried one last time, his front dropping to the pillow as a particularly strong gust of air fluttered through him, and his hole clenched around the metal canister.

“Do what?”

“Fuck me with a can!”

“I lubed it up beforehand,” West reassured. “Didn’t you notice?”

No…no he hadn’t. That seemed to be a problem of his, an inattention to details whenever he was turned—

Nope. Not admitting that, even to himself.

West laughed at him. “Wow, you didn’t? How did you think it slipped inside of you so easily?”

“Take it out.”

“Sure.” West pulled the canister out of him, but before Nix could feel relieved, he stopped at the nozzle and then drove it back inside.

Nix cried and momentarily lost his mind. He twisted around, surprising both of them with his suddenness. West ended up losing his grip on the canister, so it stayed lodged inside of Nix even as he turned on his knees and swung a fist straight at the Demon's face.

A fist West caught with ease.

He used Nix’s own momentum against him, pulling him forward until he was draped over his lap. Then he held him down at the waist and spanked him with an open palm, once, twice, and a third time with a little more force.

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