[The eye contact, the gratitude expressed in silent words â it carries him into that rougher transition of handling as his jaw is taken, mouth pried wider, chain a taut line that jolts electricity to tender nerves, skin sorely red where each clamp has pinched in ceaseless pressure and built to a throbbing ache. His focus splits down the middle, half between the torment of the chain and half to his own open mouth, head pulled forward to take the first merciless push of Cy's cock.
It fills his throat to the brim in a burning slide, the thicker crown sealing the passage of air in a tight tuck of pressure. He senses his own body's rebellion; his nostrils flare, a desperate inhalation that does little to offset the sensation of fullness, the choke that threatens to seize him against steeled self-discipline. Held, and then the relent â beholden to Cy's mercy as he swallows a wet breath before the next push, Cy's dick so heavy on his tongue and so deep that he can't even taste it.
Three more, he's promised. They become a blur on the boundary of pleasure and pain â his mind wiped clean to the feeling of it, jaw an ache to keep flexed as wide as he can take it. Tears gather in dark lashes that flicker from the strain of letting his throat be fucked with such ruthlessness; saliva leaks from the corner of his mouth, caught in gossamer strings on Cy's cock when it slips loose between the count of one, then two, then three. He hears himself make some ragged, gasping, choking sound on the final push that is obscene to his own ears, and he's glad to close damp eyes. Glad to wait, face turned up, mouth and cheeks an abused shade of red.
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Date: 2024-02-22 05:45 am (UTC)It fills his throat to the brim in a burning slide, the thicker crown sealing the passage of air in a tight tuck of pressure. He senses his own body's rebellion; his nostrils flare, a desperate inhalation that does little to offset the sensation of fullness, the choke that threatens to seize him against steeled self-discipline. Held, and then the relent â beholden to Cy's mercy as he swallows a wet breath before the next push, Cy's dick so heavy on his tongue and so deep that he can't even taste it.
Three more, he's promised. They become a blur on the boundary of pleasure and pain â his mind wiped clean to the feeling of it, jaw an ache to keep flexed as wide as he can take it. Tears gather in dark lashes that flicker from the strain of letting his throat be fucked with such ruthlessness; saliva leaks from the corner of his mouth, caught in gossamer strings on Cy's cock when it slips loose between the count of one, then two, then three. He hears himself make some ragged, gasping, choking sound on the final push that is obscene to his own ears, and he's glad to close damp eyes. Glad to wait, face turned up, mouth and cheeks an abused shade of red.
The bell never chimes.]