But then Max stopped and returned to that plug, watching Sean as he caressed around its handle. Sean moaned at his touch. It felt good, but he was tender. That constant stretch to his hole was taking its toll. His ass had adjusted, though. Sean could feel that, too. Easing up, relaxing around Max’s toy. A toy that was suddenly moving again, in shallow little pumps, in and out.
Sean’s lips fell open. It was rubbing him there, right on that sweet fucking spot. Or at least it had been. Now Max was removing it, pulling it carefully from Sean’s body. Sean shivered at the feel of it shrinking, withdrawing, then exhaled when it exited completely.
“Fuck, Sir,” he groaned. “That was intense.”
Max rumbled a soft laugh. “That was just the prelude. Your reward is gonna blow your rookie mind.”
Sean blinked. Laughed some also. “Good God. Are you serious?”
Max’s green eyes danced. His lips curved wickedly. “Would I lie to my newest little slut?”
Sean fidgeted. Grinned. “Is that a trick question?”
Max tossed the plug back into his basket, along with the clothespins and chords. “Nope. Not at all. We promised to be honest. Especially during scenes. Remember?”
Body still vibrating, Sean nodded. Smiled. Max’s hooded eyes held his gaze. God, he needed to come so fucking bad. That better be part of his reward. Max pulled something glass from his basket next. Looked like a dildo, but its rod was much thinner, and its end had a tapered glass orb. Like an upside-down acorn, but a little bit larger. And this one had a ring-shaped handle, too.
Sean raised his brows. “What, Sir, is that?”
Max’s lids dipped lower. “A milking stick.”
“A what?”
“A prostate stimulator.”
“Oh.”
Max gazed down Sean’s body. “It’s part of your reward. You’re gonna fucking love it. I promise.”
Sean’s laugh came out strained as Max lubed it up. “Okay. If you say so. Really hope it makes me come.”
“Oh, it will,” Max murmured. “Long and hard.” He pressed it to Sean’s door. His voice dipped low. “Alright, greedy boy. Let me in.”
Fuck, his timbre. So sultry and rough. Just the sound of it sent shivers up Sean’s spine. And that look in Max’s eyes, those dark blazing emeralds, just added fuel to the fire.
Sean’s dick gave a kick as he obediently pushed, pressure building steadily against his hole. Stronger and stronger, then a soft little pop. Sean grunted, feeling it push past his ring and enter his body. Fuck, the weight of it was indescribable. He could literally tell exactly where it was as Max inched the thing steadily deeper. Man, it felt erotic. So kinky, so pervy. So slippery and cold and hard.
But then its acorn end reached Sean’s prostate.
Sean jerked with a gasp. “Oh, shit, Sir. That’s… fuck.”
Max grinned. “Done erasing. Time to make some new memories.” He gripped Sean’s cock and got to stroking, his other hand slowly pumping that stick. “Now remember, no coming until I give you permission. But if you have to before then, ask politely.”
Sean nodded, then moaned. Really fucking loud. Couldn’t help it. That toy and Max’s fist felt amazing. Very fucking soon he was going to come. Sean’s fingers balled. His toes curled. His ass clenched repeatedly. And then his whole body started to undulate. The sensations were just so effing strong. Already, he was nearly overwhelmed.
Eyes rolling shut, his brows pinched tight. “Shit, Sir,” he panted. “So good—ungh—So good. Can’t—uh—can’t fucking believe it.” His hips bucked hard of their own volition. His thighs fought instinctively to close.
“That’s right, Sean,” Max purred. “Feel it. Fucking feel it. All that you’ve been missing all these years.”
Pleasure welled aggressively, faster, harder. How had Max gotten him so ready so quickly? In the din of Sean’s mind, he supposed it didn’t matter. Right now he just needed to hold on.
Max increased the speed of that stick just a little. But a little was all that it took.
White fire surged like a tidal wave. Sean arched with a shout. “Aw, fuck!”
Max stopped all movement and reached up Sean’s chest. Then he yanked off those clothespins without warning. Searing pain lanced from Sean’s nipples. He cried out again. Max firmly rubbed them down. Which under normal circumstances would ease the sting. Not in this case. Not in this case at all. In fact, it just heightened the pain. A lot.
“Ah!! Motherfucker!!” Sean’s spine bowed harder, lifting even his ass off the table.
Max chuckled softly and clutched his hips, bringing him safely back down.
“Shit, Sir,” Sean panted, chest heaving hard. “Please don’t ever do that again.”
“I won’t. Not tonight at least.” Max resumed with Sean’s cock. He got that toy moving again, too.
Sean groaned through racking shudders, his mind starting to spin. So many sensations were plowing him at once. Raw wicked pleasure storming in his junk, a vicious ache still lingering in his pecs. Made it hard to find his footing, harder still to hold on. Truth be told, Max’s efforts to distract Sean with those clamps barely even slowed his orgasm down.