The sky outside Liam's bedroom had darkened to inky black. Not that Jamie could see it. His eves were glassy and unfocused, blurred with dried tears, sweat beading down his flushed skin. He had lost sense of time, of language, of anything but his body screaming to come.
His cock had been teased for hours- buzzed, gripped, denied. His hole stretched around the heavy hook tied to his collar, punishing every breath he took.
He didn't know who he was anymore.
He only knew Liam.
Liam, who hadn't touched him with care once today. Liam, who had made him sob and shake and fall apart, only to whisper cruel nothings in his ear like a lover.
"You're quiet now," Liam said from the
shadows.
Jamie couldn't speak.
Liam moved forward- slow.
Deliberate.
The soft pad of his bare feet echoing like thunder in the still room. He crouched beside Jamie's sweat-slicked body, one finger stroking a line down his back.
"I've stripped everything from you," he whispered. "Your voice. Your dignity. Your control."
He leaned closer. "And you liked it."
Jamie whimpered. His mouth was open but his tongue wouldn't form words anymore. All he could do was nod.
Liam unhooked the cord from the collar. The sudden relief in Jamie's back made him
sag forward- only to jolt again when the hook was slowly pulled free. His moan was broken, drawn-out. The raw stretch sending aftershocks through his core.
Then came the blindfold.
Soft silk, but firm. Darkness took him instantly. Jamie trembled harder, his world reduced now to touch, scent, sound. No vision. No warning. No control.
Liam kissed the back of his neck.
"Now I take everything else."
One by one, the clamps came off- sharp bursts of pain as the blood rushed back. Jamie cried out with each one, his body jerking involuntarily.
Then the cuffs.
Then silence.
Jamie knelt there, blindfolded, body burning, cock still hard and untouched. He expected Liam to end it there.
But he didn't.
A moment later, something cool pressed
to his inner thigh. Wax.
The first drop landed just below his hip. Jamie screamed.
Liam chuckled.
"You're so sensitive now. Every nerve lit like fire. Good."
Another drop. His side. Then his chest. Then right beside his nipple.
Each burn made Jamie jerk and cry out, the pain cutting through his numbness like lightning. He could feel the wax cooling or his skin, tightening, marking him.
"You're going to come with tears on you
face and wax on your chest," Liam growled, his voice tighter now- hungry.
"But not yet."
He laid Jamie down on his back- blindfolded, dripping, body trembling.
Then he took the plug again- but this time he slid it in slow, stretching Jamie again filling him until Jamie was gasping.
And finally...
Liam climbed on top of him.
Not gently.
Not kindly.
He drove himself in brutally- bare and deep, the sudden raw slide making Jamie scream through gritted teeth. No lube. No prep. Just the brutal return of pressure where his body was already raw and wrecked.
"Liam-Liam-Liam-" Jamie moaned his name like prayer.
"I own your body," Liam growled. "Every inch of it. Every sound it makes. Every pain you feel."
He thrust deeper. Harder. Relentless.
"And now I'll own your pleasure, too."
Jamie's cock throbbed between them twitching helplessly against Liam's stomach. But Liam didn't touch it. He fucked him- harder, rougher than the night before. Bruising thrusts, hips slapping skin, his grip tight on Jamie's throat. Jamie couldn't breathe- didn't want to. The air only returned when Liam allowed it.
"I want you to come," Liam snarled, voice shaking.
"But only when I come inside you."
Jamie's whole body shook. He was close- so close he could barely stay conscious. His cock was leaking. His thighs were soaked. His voice was raw.
Liam slammed in one final time- and came with a deep groan, heat spilling inside.
"Now."
Jamie screamed as he came- harder than he ever had, body locking, muscles convulsing, the release overwhelming. It hurt. It hurt, but it was pleasure too, twisted and burning and sacred.
His come shot between them, across Liam's chest, his own stomach, across the wax burns and bruises.
And then he collapsed.
Silence.
Only the sound of their breathing remained. Rough. Shaky.
Liam reached up and gently pulled the blindfold away.
Jamie blinked up at him with dazed, glassy eyes.
Jamie looked down- at the tears on his cheeks, the wax cooling on his skin, the mess between their bodies- and for the first time all day... he kissed him like he meant it.
Not cruel. Not mocking.
Just lips to lips, soft, lingering.
"Ive got you," Liam whispered. "You're safe." Jamie whimpered and curled into him, trembling.
"More.." he whispered against Liam's throat. "Don't stop.."
Liam smiled and stroked his hair.
"Oh, I'm not done with you, baby."