He waited for the sensations Minnow had described to him. The momentary jolt of pain. The burning hiss. He gritted his teeth, waiting.
Something sharp jabbed his thigh. He grunted, the pain not the kind he’d been expecting. A series of shallow stabs in his thigh with intermittent pauses burned a path over his skin. Severin was giving him a poke tattoo? Great. The man couldn’t even draw a stick figure. He forced down a laugh, not wanting to piss off the man holding the needle.
“One mocking word out of you and I’ll tattoo your dick next.”
His cock twitched in response and he grimaced behind his blindfold.
“You’re such a little slut, Rodrigo. I could do anything to you and it would turn you on.”
Ro chuckled. With the blindfold, all of his attention was focused on the needle, Severin’s steadying hand on his leg, and his breath on Rodrigo’s skin. Something brushed his balls and he gasped in surprise but managed not to jerk.
The poking stopped. Done already?
“This hardly seems fair. What we did to Minnow was far more traumatizing.”
“I’m not into pain like she is,” Rodrigo pointed out hopefully.
“Oh, but I’m into your pain. I love that she enjoys being hurt, and I love that you don’t. It’s the best of both worlds.”
He heard the snap of gloves – being removed? Something damp traced the seam of his lips and he opened his mouth. Severin chuckled quietly and then his tongue swept against Rodrigo’s in a teasing kiss, and was gone again. Not thinking, he tried to follow, only to be stopped by his bonds. A cold thing touched his nipple, pinched, pinched harder, and pain zinged downward, making his cock ache.
“Fuck. That hurts.”
“Does it?”
He did the same to the other side. Motherfucking ow! What the hell was he using?
The discomfort made him squirm, but then his balls were being fondled. A finger traced lower, stroking just under his balls, then sliding over his asshole, tickling, making the pain in his nipples somehow more sexual. Severin’s tongue teased the head of his cock. He wanted more – longing for the suction of his mouth, for the teasing fingers to push inside his ass. Lube or no lube, he didn’t fucking care. Achingly gentle touches fluttered over his balls and he groaned in frustration.
“What do you want?”
“Everything,” Rodrigo gasped. “Harder.”
Severin tugged a little on his balls then pinched the skin. Harder. Pain flared there, white hot, making his teeth ache.
He cried out and Severin’s hand slapped over his mouth, but the pain kept going for a long moment before ebbing to a vicious throb. Severin peeled his hand away from Rodrigo’s mouth, and he found himself whimpering, wishing Severin would put his hand back so he stopped sounding like such a wimp. A gentle finger traced its way around the clamp, making him shudder.
“Please, Master. Take it off. It hurts too much.” God, was he whining? He half laughed at his pathetic lack of pain tolerance, but then Severin flicked the clamp and it wasn’t funny anymore. His hand was on Rodrigo’s mouth again.
“Do you need a gag or are you going to be a good boy?”
Fuck, the man knew how to use words to make his innards turn into a helpless puddle of lust. It was com
pletely unfair.
When Severin drew his hand away again, he replied, “If that was the last clamp, I can be quiet, Master.”
Severin’s hot mouth closed over the head of his cock. He sucked and the tension and need shot through his body, tightening every muscle from his neck to his heels. Rodrigo arched up to meet his suction, desperate for more, but Severin broke suction with a pop.
“Mamaguevo,” Rodrigo grumbled.
The clamp on his left nipple got flicked, and he hissed.
“Watch your mouth or I’ll fill it with something.”
Hmm. That could be either good or bad. A dick might be fun, but Severin filling his mouth with something like hot sauce or piss, really wasn’t his kink.
There was the snap of gloves, the burn of liquid on the poke marks then the jabbing began again. Pain pulsed from nipples to balls to nipples, his cock tapping his stomach almost in time with his heartbeat, as Severin worked silently on his mark. The muscles in Rodrigo’s ass were tight, his body wanting to thrust up into nothing, but he tried to hold still.