[The chain pulls taut, wrapped over the head of Cy’s dick in a mirror of one of their earliest acts as if to pay tribute to how far they’ve come in this loving expression of cruelty and surrender. It pulls at tight, sore nipples, coaxing another sob loose, sharp pain answering the slightest tug of movement. He’s breathless from it — winded by the sharp jolt of pain and by how ruthlessly Cy keeps the chain in place, allowing no relief.
It may be a punishment, but even in the bed of that torment he suffers, it feels like a reward — Cy’s cock put so deeply into his mouth that it seals off the back of his throat, denying crucial airflow. His hand scrambles on the bed, rising up to clasp itself over Cy’s wrist. There’s no intent behind it, no strength, just a desperate grasp as he’s forced to take what he’s given. His voice is a low, gagged vibration around the length of the man’s dick, glossy tears dripping from the corners of his eyes.]
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It may be a punishment, but even in the bed of that torment he suffers, it feels like a reward — Cy’s cock put so deeply into his mouth that it seals off the back of his throat, denying crucial airflow. His hand scrambles on the bed, rising up to clasp itself over Cy’s wrist. There’s no intent behind it, no strength, just a desperate grasp as he’s forced to take what he’s given. His voice is a low, gagged vibration around the length of the man’s dick, glossy tears dripping from the corners of his eyes.]