“And?”
He groaned, wondering how badly this would come back to haunt him. “And it makes my dick ache, and my insides ache and my balls—”
His words turned to a hiss as Mercer slapped his other ass cheek. He patted it gently after, sending tingles across the tender skin. “You’re lucky my collection doesn’t contain any paddles at the moment.”
“Mhmm,” was all Rahil could manage.
Fingers stroked through the stray hairs around Rahil’s face and he could feel Mercer’s breath on his forehead as the man whispered, “You’re doing lovely, babe.”
Those four words turned every lingering hint of pain into a cascade of pleasure. Rahil could feel himself beaming, but he couldn’t help it, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. “Can I have a kiss?”
For a moment, it seemed he’d scared Mercer off, but then the faintest press of lips met the corner of Rahil’s, Mercer’s hand cupping the other side of Rahil’s face for stability. It was so gentle, sohesitant, that when Mercer pinched the skin of Rahil’s dick a moment later, his world shattered.
“Torture,” he muttered, as soon as he found his breath.
“As you say.” Mercer was already somewhere behind him again.
Rahil wiggled a little in his bonds, his ass already aching to be filled. Anticipation and want and dread all warred in his chest, racketing up his heart rate and making every inch of his skin hypersensitive. When Mercer’s palm slid against his belly for support, Rahil was so prepared for any kind of touch that he moaned from just the gentle contact. Then something pressed inside him.
His breath caught in a high, wondrous sound.
“Good boy,” Mercer murmured, stroking Rahil’s belly as he slowly adjusted the dildo in and out. “Now describe it for me.”
“Cool and solid. And good. I can feel the pressure of the tip, rolling—ohgod.” He could see nothing, but he could sense his own lashes fluttering against the blindfold as his eyes fought to roll from the tender intrusion. “Is it… glass?”
“How brilliant you are.” Mercer’s voice was velvet and cherries, a dark, sweet thing that made Rahil want to melt, and he tugged on Rahil’s braid gently. As much as he’d loved the banter that had led them here, this new twist sent Rahil right over the edge.
He hummed the most desperate little happy sound of his life and succumbed to the glide of Mercer’s instrument. When Rahil’s tormenter removed it entirely, his insides felt loose and giddy. There was nothing but shuffling for a moment, and Rahil expected a new infliction, but instead he heard a sound like an ice-bucket being rattled. His spine went sharp.
“If you pour that—” he started, hollowly.
“Honey,” Mercer cut him off with an added pinch to his ass. “Shh.”
“Uhuh,” Rahil replied, feeling the tingle of a flush running down his chest. His cock shuddered.
He had far less warning this time, as Mercer gripped him at the same moment that he pushed a new toy into Rahil’s entrance, solid and hard as the last but properlycold. He sucked in a breath as it pressed deeper inside him, chilling his flesh and tightening the space the previous dildo had loosened. With each drag and thrust, the sensation turned ethereal, his nerves alight. He moaned, twisting against the bizarre affliction, and swore he could feel every molecule the dildo was made from, every icy micrometer that riddled his aching insides like a tease.
“Describe it for me,” Mercer purred.
And Rahil did.
Mercer tormented him in return, dragging the toy in and out, finding a hundred little pressure points Rahil hadn’t realized he possessed. Merc seemed to know exactly how hard to push to bring Rahil to the edge without letting him come. By the time Merc withdrew the toy, Rahil trembled in his bondage, his body limp and stiff all at once as he moaned.
“You’re being such a good boy.” Mercer cradling Rahil’s engorged dick as he said it, so tender in his stroking that it hurt. “Do you deserve your pleasure, now?”
“Please.” Rahil begged. “Fuck me.”
“Wouldn’t you just love that.” With his other hand, Mercer stroked Rahil’s entrance. “But I have something better.”
He let go.
The object he pressed against Rahil’s hole seemed, at first, only a little different than the other two, smooth and solid—metal perhaps—but as he pushed, the girth changed, stretching Rahil wider than he he’d ever felt. His ass tightened over a line of dynamic ridges and swells, sending flurries and a rough ecstasy up his spine and down the swollen length of his dick. It was his entire world now, that single point of strain and waves of pleasure that radiated from it as Mercer cooed to him, “Take it all for me, that’s it.”
It kept coming, every time Rahil thought it shouldn’t, thought surely he was full, Mercer found a way to stretch him further, taking him with such calming precision that it felt like being consumed from the inside. “Mhmm,” Rahil whispered, arching against the pressure. Somehow that only made the feeling grow.
“You’re doing so well,” Mercer teased him. “Just a little more, and then we can have fun.”
Rahil didn’t want to know what Mercer’s definition of fun was, and yet he would have done anything to have it inflicted upon him, would have suffered whatever Mercer wanted just for this moment of pain and pleasure, his lover’s hand on his ass and his body at the man’s will. The tiny, pleased hum Mercer gave rattled inside him. Then his world came apart as Mercer drew back the dildo and thrust.
