Harrison’s voice sliced through the haze of Ethan’s oversensitivity like a blade. "I don’t think I’m up for a round two just yet," he mused, tapping his fingers against the table near Ethan’s heaving ribs. "Lucky for you, Drummond."
Ethan’s cock twitched violently against his stomach, untouched and aching. His voice came out cracked, ragged. "Please sir, I need to cum. Please let me cum." He twisted against the restraints, muscles straining as he tried to reach his own cock, but the metal bar kept his arms stretched just shy of touching it. Desperation made him reckless and he jerked sideways, unbalanced, and toppled onto his side with a grunt, his sweat-slick skin sticking to the polished wood.
Then came the click.
The sound was innocuous, just a tiny, metallic snick, but Ethan’s pulse spiked the moment he felt the weight settle against his throat. He jerked his head back instinctively, only for the motion to yank the new chain that was clipped to his collar taut with a harsh clink. The collar dug into his windpipe, choking off his gasp before he forced himself to go still, his breaths shallow and rapid.
Wells’ laugh curled around him like smoke. "Look at him," he purred, circling the table with slow, predatory steps. "Chained up and used. Look at that muscular body. That massive, dripping cock. All ours." His fingers trailed down Ethan’s flank, teasing over the flex of his abs before skirting just above his leaking erection. "Ethan," Wells murmured, voice dropping into something almost tender, "I’m gonna help you cum."
Ethan’s hips thrust up involuntarily, seeking contact, but Wells’ touch vanished. Instead, something cold and unyielding pressed against his stretched, dripping hole. Ethan barely had time to tense before it shoved inside, thick, rigid and stretching him wider than any of their cocks had. He cried out as it bottomed out, the blunt tip landing directly on his prostate with ruthless precision. His vision whited out, his thighs shaking violently.
Parker’s voice came from somewhere near the door, amused. "We’ll leave you with this present," he said. "I heard there’s a karaoke get-together we should make an appearance at." Footsteps moved away, the sound casual, as if they weren’t leaving him impaled and writhing. "But we’ll come back to release you after."
Panic clawed up Ethan’s throat. "You- you can’t leave me like this." His voice cracked, the plea dissolving into a whimper as the object inside him shifted minutely, sending sparks of pleasure up his spine.
No one answered.
Wells’ sigh was theatrical. "Great, let’s get going." A pause. "Harrison, don’t forget to put the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door."
Ethan thrashed against the chains, the collar biting into his throat as he strained. "Please, don’t leave me like-"
Wells’ voice floated back, bright with faux forgetfulness. "Oh! I almost forgot-"
A button clicked.
The thing in Ethan’s ass buzzed to life, a brutal, erratic vibration that slammed into his prostate like a jackhammer. Ethan’s roar was raw, his body bowing off the table as pleasure detonated through him, unrelenting and merciless. The door shut with a final, echoing click, sealing him alone with the agony of denied release, the vibrations tearing through him in waves.
Ethan’s chains rattled as he convulsed, his cock dripping onto the table beneath him, his hole fluttering around the unforgiving intrusion. The room smelled of sex and sweat and leather, the air thick with his choked, shattered moans as the toy worked him relentlessly.
The vibration against his prostate hit a new frequency and Ethan’s back arched off the table like he’d been electrocuted. His chains rattled, wrists and ankles straining against the unforgiving metal as the pleasure surged up his spine in a white-hot wave. His cock, neglected and aching, twitched violently against his stomach, the swollen head leaving sticky smears on his abs with every involuntary jerk of his hips.
Then it snapped.
Ethan’s orgasm tore through him with a violence that bordered on agony, his entire body seizing as cum erupted from his cock in thick, pulsing ropes. The first spurt hit his collarbone, hot and viscous, the second splattering across his heaving chest. His thighs trembled as the third shot arced higher, painting his throat and chin, the sensation of it dripping down his skin almost as overwhelming as the relentless vibrations still hammering his prostate.
"Fuck- fuck-" Ethan’s moan shattered into a broken sob as his hips stuttered, his cock spurting again, this time onto the table beside him. The sound of it hitting the wood was obscenely loud in the empty room, each wet slap punctuating the aftershocks wracking his body. His abs flexed uncontrollably, muscles twitching under the streaks of cum cooling on his skin.
The vibrator didn’t stop.
Ethan whimpered, oversensitive and raw, as the toy continued its brutal assault. His hole clenched around it, fluttering weakly as another thin stripe of cum dribbled from his cock, pooling in the dip of his navel. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body caught between pleasure and overstimulation, every nerve alight. The vibrations shifted again, dialing down to a low, insistent thrum that made his thighs quiver.
Ethan slumped against the table, boneless and spent, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Cum streaked his torso like war paint, glistening under the dim office lights. The smell of sex and salt and musk and leather clung to him, thick and suffocating. He tried to lift his head, but the collar yanked taut, forcing him back down with a choked gasp.
The vibrations cut out abruptly, plunging Ethan into a silence that was somehow worse than the relentless stimulation. His body, still humming from the aftershocks of forced pleasure, tensed in anticipation. Then buzz a low, teasing pulse that made his thighs jerk violently. Off. A gasp clawed its way from his throat. On. The toy kicked up to a cruel, jagged rhythm that sent sparks shooting up his spine.
Ethan’s fingers scrabbled uselessly against the cuffs, his wrists raw from yanking against the restraints. The intermittent pattern was torture, just long enough between pulses for his muscles to unclench before the next wave hit, leaving him twitching like a live wire. His cock lay spent against his thigh, still dribbling weakly, but the vibrator didn’t care. It kept working him open, wringing pathetic little noises from his lips each time it dragged over his oversensitive prostate.
Time bled together. The AC kicked on, raising goosebumps along Ethan’s sweat-slicked skin. His abs twitched under drying streaks of cum. The toy cycled through settings with sadistic precision. Sometimes a steady grind, sometimes rapid bursts that left him sobbing into the blindfold. His thighs trembled uncontrollably, the spreader bar ensuring he couldn’t even try to clamp them shut. Ethan lay spent and twitching, waiting for the moment his boss returned to free him.
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