Page 52 of His Toy

Arguing would be pointless. If she wanted to pretend his erection had anything to do with the stinging abuse of his backside, it wasn’t like Alex would be able to persuade her otherwise. The surface of his skin was still hot and sensitive; cool air trickled over him from somewhere—something he hadn’t noticed before and probably wouldn’t have if his skin hadn’t felt so hot by comparison.

A swish of her wrist, and the strands snapped against his balls. Not hard, in relation to his backside, but the stinging against his sensitive sack was far worse than any of the other blows she’d landed. Alex arched as he gasped with pain; it radiated in sharp spikes through his groin. He might have shrieked if the shock hadn’t paralyzed his vocal cords. Nothing he’d experienced before had ever felt anything quite like this, no matter how roughly his partners had played. Cora laughed and flicked her wrist again to snap the tiny flogger against his cock. It bounced backward, smacking his body as though it tried to flee the nasty whip.

Alex gasped with every snap of the whip against his cock and balls, unable to achieve a complete lack of reaction, and felt as though his head was beginning to splinter apart. Not just because of the pain, though it grew with every stinging snap of the leather against his most vulnerable parts, but because of his helplessness. A woman he didn’t know was whipping his manhood in front of an audience, and he couldn’t do anything to stop her. He wasn’t even sacrificing himself for Bella this time—when he turned his head, he could see her bent over a bench with the Wolf thrusting behind her and Trace pushing his thick cock into her mouth.

There was nothing to help Alex hold onto his definition of reality, his sense of rightness, or to explain the pain that built up. His balls and cock were swelled under the lash, the pressure becoming immensely painful as the cock-ring trapped the blood in his dick. The erect organ turned a dark, angry red—he couldn’t see his balls and he didn’t want to. The building spikes of pain stabbed into his lower back and up the base of his spine.

No matter how Alex twisted or pulled away, the nasty sting always found his groin, lashing his balls, his cock, and the sensitive skin around them. Tears stung his eyes and made his vision blurry, and he began to hope he might pass out if only to escape from the nightmare. Without the cock ring, his entire groin would be shriveled in and trying to hide; instead, his dick looked like a grotesque mockery of arousal.

The painful throbbing of his cock matched his heartbeat, which pounded in his ears to drown out every other noise.

When Cora finally dropped the whip and stepped forward to wrap her fingers around Alex’s shaft, he couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped past his lips. Even her deliberately gentle touch felt like it was chafing sandpaper against the sensitive skin of his cock.

“Take him down,” Cora said, her voice filled with eagerness.

For once, Alex didn’t consider fighting as the soldiers unshackled his wrists and ankles. He was too wrung out, too dazed, and too tender in too many places to risk it. Not to mention an escape attempt right now would be the height of stupidity.

They pulled him over to the bed and strapped him down, face up. Alex groaned as he realized why, but by that time it was too late to fight. His red, angry cock pointed straight up, and the cool breeze flowing across his skin did nothing to soothe it. The restraints were tight around his wrists and ankles, holding him in place. His back and ass stung and burned where his skin was touching the sheets, still sensitive from the lashing he’d received.

Cora crawled onto the bed, gloriously naked. She was a beautiful woman, there was no denying that. Her hazel eyes glinted with anticipation as she moved toward him, slight breasts jiggling beneath her body. Unlike the women on the Moon, her limbs were sleekly muscled, her body toned from the necessities of her position. She straddled him, light-brown nipples erect with her arousal.

She grasped his cock in her hand and smiled as he gasped and arched, unable to do anything to relieve the intense pressure and pain that came from being touched again.

“Fuck!”

The woman laughed as she lowered herself down so her sopping-wet pussy touched the tip of his cock. The heat of her body felt like molten lava, trickling over the tender crown. “That’s exactly what we’re going to do, Toy.”

Alex choked off a scream as she pressed down and took his tortured cock into the tight sheath of her pussy. His cock felt like it would explode now, and not with orgasm. The heat was all around him, scalding him, her clenching muscles squeezing painfully as she settled herself on top of him. She moaned, arching her back and shuddering as her pussy lips pressed against his groin.

He’d never realized sex could be so painful.

Cora reached up to cup her breasts and pulled on the hard points of her nipples, and then began to ride him. His body jerked and shuddered beneath hers, trying to escape the overload of sensations. The painful rasp of her walls against his sensitized skin, the aching, throbbing of his balls and cock as they swelled and swelled inside of her—the pleasure that was so intense it felt like it might kill him.

And with every movement, the chafing of his back and ass against the sheets added more stinging sensation so he was awash in flickers of pain from every side. Atop him, Cora moaned and bounced, playing with her breasts as she used him like the sex toy the Wolf had named him. Every time she settled on him, she swiveled her hips and ground her clit against his groin, clenching him inside her and making him want to howl with the pain that was drowning him.

The worst part was he could still feel his orgasm building. The steady stimulation and her slow pace coiled a much-needed release in his balls. His body started to have trouble deciphering the pleasure from the pain; his mind whirled in a chaotic vortex of sensation that overwhelmed his reactions and thinking.

Moaning, gyrating, Cora began to ride him harder, making his body arch as he gasped with pained pleasure.

“Fuck yes!” she cried out, grinding down on him, her fingers tightly pinched around his nipples. At that exact moment, the cock ring released, and Alex screamed as the most painful orgasm he’d ever experienced rocked him from his head to the tips of his toes.

With all the other sensations throughout his torture session, he hadn’t noticed, the cock ring slowly tightening to ensure he would stay swollen and erect. Now that it had been released, he realized what had happened, but there was nothing he could do about it. The pent-up cum seared the inside of his cock as it spurted, and Cora’s massaging cunt milked him in the most painful manner possible. His entire groin felt like it was on fire, and his lower body ached from his cock up the base of his spine and into his muscles.

And yet his orgasm flowed on, unabated.

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Watching Alex being whipped by Cora had been harder than Bella could have ever imagined. She’d ended up closing her eyes while the Wolf played with her ass, inserting first one finger and then another, rather than watch Alex’s body uselessly twist in the air and try to escape the long whip Cora used on him. Bella couldn’t shut out the sounds of the leather slapping against his body or his low grunts of pain, but at least she didn’t have to watch.

At some point the Wolf had his men bring up a padded leather bench that he bent her over. The next thing she knew, Trace stood in front of her, thick, brown cock pressing against her lips, and the Wolf pushed his cock into her ass at the same time. Bella gasped as her anus opened for its second cock, ever, the sharp, stabbing pain of first entry not entirely ameliorated by the prep-work the Wolf had done with his fingers. And Trace used that moment to shove his dick between her lips, muffling the sound of her pain.

He was thicker than either the Wolf or Alex, and her jaw ached as she struggled to open wide enough for him. With one hand in her hair, he held her head in place for him to thrust easily into her mouth and shove his cock directly down her throat. The thick crown forced its way past where her gag reflex would have been if it hadn’t been for the gel. At the same time, the Wolf burrowed into her ass, stretching her with hard, fast strokes that went a little deeper each time—a sharp contrast to Trace’s immediate dominance over her mouth.

The big man groaned with pleasure as he pressed her nose against his groin and filled her nostrils with the smell of his musk. She whimpered as the burning in her anus went deeper, her sphincter clenching uselessly around the Wolf’s lubricated shaft as it tried to push him out. It made her stomach cramp as he forced his way into her tight hole, his fingers massaging her hips all the while.

The sounds of male pleasure filled her ears as they began to fuck her, one at each end, neither of them paying attention to the other’s rhythm. Bella whimpered and clutched the bench, writhing between them. Trace reached down to pluck at her nipples, to cup her hanging breasts and squeeze them hard in his big hand as he slid his cock in and out of her mouth. Behind her, the Wolf angled his cock in just the right way to rub over an incredibly pleasurable spot deep inside her ass.

Her body quivered between the two men, her pussy clenching around nothing as they plowed into her. They both used her for their pleasure, but Trace’s manipulation of her breasts and nipples, combined with the Wolf’s gentle massage of her hips and buttocks as he fucked her ass, was surprisingly pleasurable. The swollen little nub was almost getting just the right amount of pleasure as her mound pressed against the bench and sent flares of arousal through her lower body, despite the circumstances.

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