Exquisite Torture

XIII.

Tharn was watching Type like a hawk. They had finished some shopping for their room and were having lunch at a Korean barbeque restaurant. He was manning the grill but Type wasn't eating.

"Aren't you hungry?"

"I'm fine," He answered.

But he didn't sound fine. He sounded breathless. He sounded aroused. He sounded like he was barely keeping it together and that is exactly what Tharn wanted. He had kept his promise the night before. Once Type had got him off in amazing fashion, he'd jerked him off. There was no play. No teasing. He'd simply used his skill to get Type to come as quickly as possible.

The disappointment on his face had been amusing but he couldn't complain. He got what he asked for. What Tharn hadn't told him was, it was a precursor for their outing. He'd woken up early and dragged Type with him to the bathroom. With the same efficiency as the night before he'd got them both off.

"I want you to clean up thoroughly then come and join me when you're done," he'd instructed leaving Type to prepare the next phase of his plan.

He put out the clothes he wanted Type to wear. Then put out three toys. Nipple clamps, a cock ring and a butt plug. Type had nearly run back into the bathroom when he saw them but Tharn had caught him and dragged him to the bed. He didn't want Type aroused so he didn't tease him even though he was tempted. Instead, he went about getting him accessorized.

By the time he was done Type was panting. Clutching Tharn's arm like he needed it to anchor himself. Barely keeping his eyes open. But there was more.

"Get dressed."

Type was wearing the toys under his clothes as they walked around the mall. At first, he had barely been able to walk without stopping to catch his breath but as the time wore on and he got used to the feeling of the toys, he seemed to step into a space that was both aroused and calm.

But every once in a while, Tharn would do something that sent him close to the edge. At first, it was deliberate. Like suggesting Type get his nipples pierced so he could put a chain between the rings and play with it whenever he wanted. Type had moaned and moved into his embrace to hide his face. The fact that he was hard enough for his erection to be seen even through the layers of clothing Tharn had selected added to the beautiful picture.

"Please Tharn...if you keep saying things like that, I might come...please just..." Then he'd moaned because Tharn rubbed his nipple and he couldn't finish his thought because he was using all his willpower to stay upright.

After that Tharn stopped teasing him and they accomplished the bulk of their shopping without incident. Until they were leaving the store and he casually put a protective arm on Type's back when they were nearly mobbed by a crowd rushing towards one of the stores offering a sale on appliances. The casual act of protection had Type shaking so hard.

"Tharn..." He looked drunk, "...please take me home now."

"We have to eat first."

"I don't think I can hold it. Please..."

He wasn't demanding. He wasn't fighting Tharn's decision. He was just begging for release and Tharn wanted to give him what he needed. So, he pulled into a corner and held him tight until he was once again able to move around.

"Let's have lunch and then I'll take you home," Tharn offered.

"Yes, Tharn."

That's how they ended up at the restaurant. Even though Type was keeping it together, he couldn't eat. He looked miserable but he wasn't complaining. Tharn was so happy with how he had behaved that it was hard for him to keep his cool.

He called over the waiter when Type sighed for the umpteenth time, "Can you pack this for us to go?"

"Was everything to your satisfaction?" The waiter asked worriedly.

"Everything is fine," Tharn answered quickly when Type looked up at him and frowned. He was not happy about him talking to someone else and Tharn loved that Type was possessive over him.

But it was clear this was his limit. Beyond this, it was senseless torture and no matter how upset he was about Type's angry words at him, there was no reason to be cruel. Especially because he was suffering right along with him. So when the waiter returned with their food Tharn reached out a hand to Type and pulled him up.

"Let's go home."

~

Type was panting as though he'd just done all the football drills in under five minutes. He still couldn't get enough air into his lungs. His cock was hard even though he'd already come once and Tharn was pounding into him from behind. Driving into him with so much force that he had to use his bound hands to hold on to the headboard to keep from being thrown against it.

He'd moaned and shouted and cried out until his throat was sore. But still, Tharn wasn't satisfied. This was his reward for being good. For doing what Tharn had asked. For following instructions without complaining. Tharn had his hand around his cock. Jerking him off at the same pace he was filling him up and the dual sensation was driving him crazy. But he didn't have permission to come.

"Is this better than the first time?"

"Fuck..." How was Type supposed to answer that?

They'd come home and Tharn had embraced him from behind. Flicking the clamps on his nipples and rubbing over his crotch reminding him of the toys that had been torturing him since the moment they were put on his body. When Tharn had pulled off his clothes, Type had finally sighed with relief. Only to have another layer of sensation thrown at him.

His nipples were tender from his shirt rubbing against the clamps and making the move around. His cock was semi-hard because the cock ring wouldn't let his erection fully subside. His ass was sensitive, it felt like the plug had grown in size until it filled him up.

All that had changed when Tharn pulled off the nipple clamps and the blood flow to his chest felt like he was being stabbed with hot pokers against both his nipples. Then he'd spun him around and taken Type's cock in his mouth. The surge of blood into his groin had left him feeling light-headed.

When Tharn had pulled off the cock ring, there hadn't been enough time to warn him. He'd come so hard, his legs had given out sending him to the ground like the melted pile of goo he'd become.

He woke up to find himself bound and blindfolded. Tharn running cold hands over his heated flesh and teasing the already sensitive parts of his body. But it was only when he was fully awake did Tharn start to tease his ass. Pushing and pulling out the butt plug. Teasing and tasking his skin, slapping his ass and whispering words of praise for how beautiful he looked all tied up and at his mercy.

It had all worked to slip under his skin and arouse him all over again. That's when Tharn had removed the plug and replaced it with his latex sheathed cock. If Type had thought the butt plug was big, nothing prepared for the fullness of Tharn's possession. He was completely filled. The friction burning him up from the inside out. The unrelenting rhythm turning his body into mush.

He was so close. He wanted to beg but he'd been warned about speaking so he could only cry out with pleasure. Earning another slap to his ass and a squeeze of his cock. He was trembling with the need to come. He knew it and Tharn knew it.

"When I say come...you come," Tharn said angling his hips so he could hit Type's sweet spot.

It was too much and just when he thought he couldn't take it any more Tharn shouted, "Come now!"

Type could feel Tharn's cock pulsing inside him at the same time his own convulsed and shot out his ejaculate. The combination keeping them both in that state for far longer. Taking pleasure and turning it into ecstasy and their physical union to something miraculous.