Page 16 of Gambler's Fallacy

That seems to get through to him, and he looks at me with a mixture of arousal and growing apprehension. “I…” he begins, only to pause and give me another nervous look. “Maybe.”

“I’ll guide you through it, pet,” I say, arousal thrumming through me. I can already imagine how he’ll look, squirming in pain and trembling for me. I pick up the first clamp, open it, and let it snap shut with a loud click.

Seven looks at it, then at me, and his fingers flex against his thighs. “I can take it,” he assures me, but he winces. “Maybe not so… forcefully.”

I stroke the inside of his thigh. “I know you can. Take a deep breath, pet.”

Seven obeys, taking in a long breath.

“Now exhale,” I say, and as he does, I place the clamp on the shaft of his cock.

He lets out a squeak, but he sounds more surprised than in pain — for now. The sound turns into a low moan, and he closes his eyes.

“Open your eyes,” I tell him.

He does, looking at me even as I place the second clamp. This time, I get his balls, and he lets out a quiet wail.

I stroke the head of his cock and kiss his bare stomach. “Shh. You’re doing a good job. Two down. Eighteen more to go.”

I sit up and put the next clamp onto his cock, right below the first one.

He makes another mewling sound, and I follow thesame path, placing the third and fourth while he’s still recovering from the second.

Looking dazed, he stares up at me, his hands shaking on his quivering thighs. A bead of sweat trickles down his forehead, and I’m sure more will soon follow.

I place the next two clamps in quick succession, next to the clamp already on his balls. He shouts and lifts his hips, but his hands stay on his thighs. I wait for his body to stop trembling and for his breathing to even before rubbing the head of his cock again.

“I can… I can take more,” he chokes out as he thrusts against my hand. “It feels… It feels…” He can’t seem to find the right word, because he shakes his head and gives up on trying before getting anything else out.

“That was six,” I say casually. “Do you want to stop?”

He shakes his head quickly, but I see the way his fingernails have started to dig into his shaking thighs. “No, Master,” he whispers.

“That’s what I thought.” I kiss his knee and grab another clamp. “Keep breathing steadily.”

Seven gulps, but he nods too.

I add three more clamps to his cock. Seven keeps whimpering and moaning, and his entire body is covered in a sheen of sweat.

His green eyes are filled with tears, too.

He’s so beautiful.

I take another clamp, and after a few seconds of deliberation, I clamp it on his taint.

He howls in pain, and his legs snap together before I can even pull away completely. The clamp doesn’t stay put, and Seven cries out again before struggling to force his legs back open.

“Oh, god,” he wails. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Master.”

I reach for him, and Seven flails, almost kicking me in the face. I grab his leg and force it flat onto the bed. “Hold still, Seven,” I hiss.

Seven sobs and goes completely limp.

I reach for his cock and begin removing the clamps.

He shakes his head desperately, tears spilling down his cheeks. “No,” he protests. “I can take it. I can. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to?—”

“Quiet,” I order, and Seven whimpers harder. He doesn’t argue back, though, and I manage to remove all the clamps. By the time I’m through, Seven is completely soft.

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