Overstimulation (Patreon)

Nothing tasted better than the thoughts being forced out of his body, evaporating like water met by the heated to whiteness iron. Hot metal rod that fired up his insides relentlessly - just like he wanted it. Burning away awareness of the outside world, forcing him to be grounded like he never was before.

His arms bound by the used up rope, hands throbbing with a tempo of his pacing heartbeat, tight knot giving little to no wriggle room.

Nipples bit by the wooden clamps now welcoming numbness - a treacherous savior, turning his skin to light shades of violet yet giving him a way out from a relentless sting, a white noise of pain.

He would have whimpered if his mouth wasn’t fully stuffed by a dick-gag, a tool that brought humiliation and shame to him many times in the past yet recently conditioned his body to expect an incoming relief.

Maybe it would have been enough already to keep him anchored in his body, but his partner knew how to make sure that was indeed the case.

With a finger between Filip’s nape and the collar - he pulled back, allowing even less breath to his thoughts. Lightheaded, dizzy, giving in to pain and pleasure -  Filip didn’t care about his eyes fogging up, his muffled moans filling the room; no care in the world for the humiliating attire he fought against just a mere hour ago.

Edged, he gave in to the sensations. Thick cock stretching his insides, sliding in and out in such an irregular tempo. First slow and shallow for an excruciatingly long time. Then, when his hole no longer gave any resistance and stayed open, it was taken like a toy, rough and fast. Sloppy and wet from all the repurposed saliva that he couldn’t swallow.

“You’re such a good boy…” His partner’s voice fell hot onto his shoulder. Some words were said but now they were just a part of this perfect sculpture of pain and pleasure. Just another puzzle piece that made him closer to reaching the end.