Page 15 of Tantalized By the Cursed Statue
He lets out a strangled moan. He’s been waiting most of his adult life to hear those words. And as soon as those cold metal links meet his skin, Nathaniel’s body kicks into overdrive. This is actually happening.
Hard, clever fingers run over Nathaniel’s arms and chest, pulling him towards the tension of the chains. Working slowly and confidently, Martell wraps his bindings tight and firm, securing Nathaniel’s arms to his torso and holding him in a kneeling position.
“How does that feel?”
“Mmph,” Nathaniel gasps out, too turned on to answer. He’s never been bound tightly and put into a position from which he physically can’t escape. He just has to put all his trust in the statue to keep him safe. It’s so incredible he can barely breathe.
His cock throbs needily inside its vibrating cage, and he has no possible way of tending to it. The helplessness of it just makes him throb and leak even more.
He knows it’s insane, but he really does feelheld, just like the statue said. He feels safe wrapped in the chains, looser and more free.
“I want a direct answer,” Martell reminds him. “Does anything hurt?”
“No, it feels good,” Nathaniel replies shakily. “Do you think…can you let me cum soon?”
The statue lets out a low rumbling laugh. “Not yet. Just keep relaxing like a good boy, and I’ll make it better than you can possibly believe.”
Then he reveals himself.Allof himself.
The statue is a whole man, and he is fully rigid and ready to give Nathaniel everything. And Nathaniel wants to take him.Even if they didn’t have a curse to break, he would want him just as badly.
Still, Nathaniel has to let out a nervous, terrified laugh at the size of him.
“I thought the stone dick in my backpack was your…you know.”
“That is my cock, too.”
Nathaniel chokes. “You have more than one—”
“As many as you need, Nathaniel,” Martell says, a dark look in his stone eyes. “Breaking the curse requires you to take me in full. And that means all of yourself.”
“At once?” Nathaniel whispers. “Both of your cocks?”
“I know how much you’ve been practicing alone in your room,” the statue says with a glimmer in his eye. “Training your mouth and your throat. You’ve been making progress. And driving me insane at the same time.”
Oh, shit. The statue isn’t joking—he actually means to do this. Nathaniel is somehow going to takeall of him, from both ends. While he’s bound so tight he can barely move.
Suddenly, the chains around Nathaniel’s arms feel heavier, more real. But no less arousing, no less safe.
“What do you do if you want me to stop?” Martell asks him.
“I shout three times.”
“Good boy. We’ll pause, we’ll stop. Whatever you need. You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I hurt you.” His firm, stony arms embrace Nathaniel as he leans down to claim his mouth again.
Getting kissed while chained up and unable to move is somehow even better. So much need explodes through Nathaniel’s body that he moans and cries, opening for thestatue’s warm tongue. As he squirms inside the hold of marble and metal, his cock throbs painfully hard inside the grip of the cage.
“Are you ready to begin?”
Nathaniel takes in a deep breath, knowing the statue wants a direct answer. “Yes,” he tells him.
Martell rewards him with an even deeper kiss, his lips growing warm against Nathaniel’s. Excitement surges through them both. Instinctively, he wants to wrap his arms around the statue’s wide shoulders, but every time his arms get caught in the chains, it reminds him howrestrictedhe is, and it’s even more delicious.
Dizziness floods his system, helpless throbbing need, and when the statue’s stony finger rolls down the base of his spine to press against his hole, Nathaniel presses back into the prod of it on reflex. The rumble of the statue’s laugh rolls through his body.
As he kisses him, Martell teases him with the pressure of his fingertip, letting Nathaniel writhe against the restriction of the chains. Then, lightening his touch, he begins to circle his rim, only to suddenly plunge inside, allowing Nathaniel to finally feel the stretch of his fingers. He probes him deeply, twisting his fingers in and out of his tight rim. His tongue invades Nathaniel’s mouth, growing ever warmer and more alive. It’s working.
“You see?” the statue says, breaking away to look straight into Nathaniel’s eyes. “You’ll have no problem being taken from both ends—you’re already very good at this.” Nathaniel’s face glows with embarrassed pride.
