Page 69 of No Rules

Oh! Fuck, that felt… Ryan was now teasing Alex’s cock with ice. Did it hurt? Yeah, but it also felt good? Sort of? Alex wasn’t sure. It was confusing, almost as if not being able to see what was happening made it harder to process.

He was shivering as far as the ropes allowed him, his skin covered in goose bumps. His erection waned, and his balls shrank when Ryan held the ice against them.

A hot blob landed on his belly.

“Ngh!”

What the fuck was that? It burned, stung, and sizzled on his cold skin, heating it. Hot wax. He smelled it now and braced himself. Ryan was just getting st—

A drop hit his nipples.

Jesus fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, that hurt!

Ryan trailed the hot wax over his chest, then traveled south. He wouldn’t dare to…

Oh, he did. Thick heat hit Alex’s cock, which hardened, much to his surprise. Wait, did helikethis? But it didn’t feel good. Or did it? Fuck, he had no clue anymore. All the contradictory signals confused him. But his cock had a mind of its own, it seemed, growing harder with each drop of hot wax.

“If it’s too much, release the bell in your right hand,” Ryan instructed.

Too much? It was, but not like that. More mentally than physically, his mind trying to process and label everything he felt.

Something soft tickled his shoulder. A feather. It danced across his skin, but every brush seeped deep into his core, the sensations intensified because of his sensitized skin. He tried to focus on it, predicting where Ryan would move it next, but he had a hard time concentrating. His thoughts were becoming weightless, refusing to be directed and funneled. They wanted to drift free, roam wild.

He was panting around the ball gag and drooling like crazy. God, that couldn’t be sexy, but he couldn’t help it. The feather caressed his cock, and he jerked, straining against the ropes.

“So responsive…”

Sharp teeth dug into his skin, and his eyes crossed behind the blindfold. The pain clawed into his body, and it took his sluggish brain a few seconds to figure out what was happening. Ryan was using a Wartenberg pinwheel, rolling over his arms and his legs.

Fuck! Ryan boldly ran it over Alex’s cock, and of course it grew even harder. Traitor. How could it? It hurt, yet his cock was all on board with the pain.

The feather came back, and Alex breathed a little easier. His relief was short-lived, however. Ryan was now using both implements, the feather and the pinwheel, following each other in a pursuit across Alex’s body, driving him insane.

Then the ice was back, an almost welcome sting that cooled his heated skin. Oh, it felt good now. Not hurting anymore but soothing, refreshing.

Alex’s thoughts drifted away like a cloud in a clear blue sky.

A soft cloth dried his skin. Velvet. Like a caress. It touched him everywhere, wrapping around his cock, giving it a few tugs. Huh, he was close to coming, and he hadn’t even realized.

“You can’t come yet.” Ryan’s voice penetrated his mind as if coming from far, far away.

“Yes, Sir,” Alex said. But he had a gag in, so how could he talk? Maybe he had only thought it? It didn’t matter.

Ryan knew what he meant. Ryan always knew what Alex meant. Ryan was perfect. Ryan was—

Holy shit!

Fuck, what the hell was that? Ryan had wrapped a hand around Alex’s cock, but it was rough, grating against his skin. Almost like…

Sandpaper. Ryan was using sandpaper to jack Alex off. Alex gritted his teeth as tears burned in his eyes behind the blindfold, and his drifty state was gone, evaporated by this next-level torture. Why would he do that just when Alex was in his happy place?

Ryan chuckled lowly. “That got your attention, didn’t it, baby boy?”

It sure had. Bastard.

Wait. His cock was still hard? The cruel treatment hurt enough to make him cry, yet his cock was embracing it. How on earth did that make sense?