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“Please, Nicky,” Joe begged as Nicky fucked him slow and sweet. “Just once, just touch me. Or let me touch myself. I need it so badly, ya amar...”
“I know you want to come,” Nicky said, his voice soothing, his hips as steady as a fucking metronome. “But you asked me to teach you how to do this, did you not? You want to belong to me, don't you?”
Joe whimpered, tossing his head back. He had asked, was the hell of it. He'd always wanted it, the security of knowing that he had a Dom who would take care of everything for him. When Nicky had mentioned that he wanted to teach Joe to control his orgasms during scenes, Joe had jumped at it. Somehow that had become Joe begging for Nicky to teach him to come just from his cock. And then it had become the only way Joe was allowed to come. It had been days since that conversation, and Joe was getting desperate.
On the second day, he'd made the mistake of giving his cock a fleeting touch, just there and gone, just enough to relieve some of the overwhelming need. Nicky had clicked his tongue at Joe's disobedience. “Well, that was naughty,” he had said. He had then proceeded to jerk Joe off until just before Joe was going to hit his peak, stopping suddenly just as Joe was ready to go off. It had resulted in an orgasm that wasn't – there was come, but it just felt like nothing at all.
He hadn't touched himself again.
It seemed like everything Nicky was doing was precisely calculated to make Joe as desperate as possible. Nicky fucked him multiple times a day, and when he wasn't being fucked, he had a plug inside him. They watched porn while Nicky cooked, and most of what he cooked was hot and spicy, calculated to get Joe's blood up and hot.
Every time Nicky took him, that orgasm got closer, though. It was now so close that he could see the size of it, the shape. As Nicky slammed in hard, coming deep inside Joe's abused hole, he whimpered. His orgasm was still frustratingly out of reach.
Nicky pulled out slowly, and then spread Joe's cheeks, looking at his hole. “You're a bit swollen here,” he said, touching Joe's rim unbearably gently. “I will let you choose. I can put the plug in, or I can give you a break for a little while.”
“What will happen if I take the break?” Joe asked. The tone of Nicky's voice gave away that there would be price if he took that option.
“You'll have to wait and see, now won't you? Which is it, tesoro? Plug or no plug?”
Joe whimpered. He couldn't choose. “You decide,” he finally whispered. “Please.”
“Oh, my sweet darling,” Nicky cooed. He picked up the plug from where it was lying next to Joe's hip, applying a new coat of lube to it. “I want you to pull your knees back to your chest. You know how I like you.”
Joe knew exactly how Nicky wanted him to move, and he wrapped his hands around his thighs, pulling them practically to his chest. His core tightened as he struggled to hold it, and it was made more difficult by Nicky teasing the tip of the plug around Joe's hole.
He was sore, yes, but as the plug started to slide in, he realized that it didn't matter. If it pleased Nicky to hurt Joe like this, Joe would do it and willingly. As the plug settled into place, he whimpered a little. It was a firm, heavy presence, and he knew that there was just enough a curve to it that it would continuously tease at his prostate, making him more and more sensitive.
“You can put your legs down,” Nicky said, assisting Joe in stretching back out. The plug shifted inside and Joe gasped, trying to keep from tightening down, knowing that it would just make it worse.
“We're going to go shower now,” Nicky said. “You're covered in come. Too bad none of it is yours.” As Nicky slid off the bed and held his hand out to Joe, he added. “Maybe this afternoon.”
Walking was a bright, glorious hell, and Joe found himself taking tiny steps, trying to keep the plug from shifting too much. It was impossible to avoid entirely, though, and when he stepped over the lip of the tub at Nicky's direction he nearly went to his knees. Nicky caught him under the elbow to keep him on his feet. “Easy, tesoro. You'll be back on your knees soon enough,” he said chidingly.
The shower felt miraculous, washing away the come and the sweat, leaving Joe feeling much better. He even felt more hopeful about being able to come today. Nicky kept him in the shower as he cleaned himself, and as he washed his cock and balls, Joe couldn't help but stare. Nicky had quite possibly the most perfect cock he'd ever had the privilege to be fucked by, and that was part and parcel of why he was so frustrated that he wasn't able to give him this one thing.
After they were dry, Nicky led Joe to the living room, and after sitting on couch, pointed at the floor between his feet. “Kneel here,” he said, his voice firm. There was no arguing with Nicky like this, not over a little thing like his knees starting to ache. Joe knelt.
He was guided into place with Nicky's cock in his mouth. Even soft, he was still large enough to make Joe's jaw ache after a while. But he held Nicky's cock, closing his eyes and focusing on nothing. He was Nicky's, Nicky could do whatever he wanted. If he wanted Joe to come on his cock, Joe would learn how. If he wanted to use Joe's mouth to keep his cock warm, Joe would do that too. He couldn't think of anything that Nicky could want that Joe wasn't willing to give him.
Gradually, all of his discomfort receded into the distance, as his mind grew unfocused. He only came back to himself when Nicky's cock started to thicken and grow. One of Nicky's hands tangled in his hair, holding him so that he couldn't pull back, even as he started to feel like he was choking on the thick cock.
“Good boy,” Nicky praised as the head of his cock lodged into the entrance of Joe's throat. It didn't quite cut off his air, but it made it hard to get a full breath. “Be a good boy, Joe. Your mouth is mine. Your ass is mine. Your cock, your orgasms, they're all mine.” Nicky's hands tightened, dragging Joe's mouth up and down his cock.
He caught little tastes of Nicky's precome, and he whimpered. He wanted more, wanted Nicky to come down his throat. He also wanted Nicky to turn him over and fuck him again, even though he was definitely sore.
Nicky seemed able to hear his thoughts. “Are you ready for me to fuck you again?” he asked. Before Joe could figure out how to respond with his mouth stuffed full, Nicky chuckled, low and dark “It doesn't actually matter. Go to the bed, face on the pillow, ass in the air. Make sure your cock isn't touching anything or I'll put you in a ring so that you can't come.”
As soon as Nicky released the grip on his hair, Joe let his cock slide out of his mouth, and then moved as fast as he could to get into the position that Nicky wanted.
He deepened the curve of his spine, spreading his thighs wide. He knew he looked like a horny slut, and he was. He was just a slut for one man.
“Very nice,” Nicky said. He slapped Joe's ass cheek as he slid to his knees between Joe's calves. “I should take my belt to your ass before the next time I fuck you. I bet that would get you nice and tight for me. Would you like that?”
Joe loved it when Nicky used the belt – or his hand, or the paddle, or any of all of the fun impact toys he had. But right now he didn't want to think about next time, when he hadn't come yet this time. “Whatever you want,” he said. It was true, anyway. He wanted anything Nicky wanted.
“Good answer,” Nicky said, and then his cock was sliding in, in, in, filling Joe absolutely perfectly.
It hurt, just a little, Joe's hole already swollen and sore from all the sex that they had over the last few days, but that was nothing to the amazement he felt from knowing that he was Nicky's, in every way that mattered.
Nicky had the perfect aim, the perfect speed and force to batter at Joe's prostate, and he did it right from the start. Joe cried out, tiny cries to encourage Nicky to not stop, please, God, it was good, it was perfect, and he was suddenly so close, right on the edge.
“Nicky, Nicky, Nicky,” he chanted. “Just like that, just perfect, please, Nicky, let me come.”
There was a slight pause in Nicky's thrusts, and Joe had a moment of panic, that Nicky was going to stop, was going to pull out, was going to ruin this orgasm as well. But instead he just adjusted his grip on Joe's hips and went right back to thrusting, hard, and deep, and fast.
Joe's orgasm hit him with the force of a goddamn tidal wave, breaking over him, drowning him in pleasure so intense that it was almost pain. He was vaguely aware that he was making noises that he should have been embarrassed by, but he didn't care. Instead, he lost himself in the most amazing orgasm he'd had in, well, ever.
He lost time and place, but when he could feel his extremities again, Nicky was still fucking him, hammering at his prostate. It was almost – no, not almost, it was absolutely too much, but it didn't matter. Joe felt like a rag doll, limp and used up in all the best ways.
With a loud grunt, Nicky froze, and Joe knew he was coming as well. “God, thank you,” he breathed out, still coming down from coming. “Thank you so much.”
Nicky slid out, and immediately Joe could feel come trickling from his hole slide down his inner thigh. Nicky tutted, and before Joe could react, there was the plug, being pushed in, filling him up again.
It was almost too much. “Nicky?” Joe asked, exhausted from a great orgasm. He'd come so hard that the muscles in his chest and stomach ached.
“You did well, tesoro,” Nicky said soothingly. “But surely you realize that this will be the only way you can come going forward? I wish to keep you hot, turned on, so that you don't struggle so next time.”
Joe hadn't really thought about it. He'd been so focused on this time, that he hadn't really thought about the fact that this was his new reality. He tried to think about how he felt about that, but Nicky took that moment to twist the plug inside of him. It burned a little, and now that he wasn't turned on out of his mind, he thought about safewording.
Then he thought about how hard he'd come on Nicky's cock, and said nothing at all.