Jamie was limp, shaking in Liam's arms, his body had gone numb, spent from the violence of the orgasm and the ruthless pounding that led to it. His chest was slick with sweat, semen still dripping down his stomach, his thighs soaked and twitching from the strain. And yet..
He was hard again.
Not fully- but enough. Enough that Liam noticed.
"Still?" Liam whispered, dragging his finger over the half-erect shaft. "You're disgusting.
Jamie shuddered.
"You came like a ruined slut. Screaming. Crying. And now you're hard again?" Liam chuckled darkly. "You really were made to be broken."
"I-I can take more," Jamie whispered, lips barely moving.
"Oh, I know you can," Liamsaid. "You want more pain. More shame. You're not finished until I've reduced you to a sobbing, ruined mess."
Liam leaned down and whispered right against his ear.
"I'm going to leave marks that last for days. You're going to walk home dripping, thighs bruised, holes gaping, and you'll thank me for it."
Jamie moaned. He couldn't even hide it anymore- his mind had gone completely pliant. He lived for Liam's cruelty, for the rough hands, for the burn.
Liam grabbed him by the waist and flipped him onto his back on the bench. His knees fell open instantly, cock twitching, exposed completely to the open sky. He was a mess- throat marked with bruises, chest smeared in his own cum, ass still slick from Liam's last round.
And Liam wasn't done.
From his coat pocket, Liam pulled out a small toy--sleek, glass, long, and curved at the tip.
'You'll scream for this."
He didn't ask permission.
The toy slid in slow but firm, and Jamie arched off the bench with a raw, choked moan. The glass was cold, then hot, every nerve inside him reawakening.
Liam twisted it.
Jamie cried out, the pressure against his swollen, overused insides unbearable. But he didn't tell him to stop. He never told Liam to stop.
"You're clenching around it," Liam said, voice smooth with sadistic delight. "You love this. Being filled, stretched, humiliated."
Jamie sobbed, hips trembling as Liam started thrusting the toy in and out slowly- each movement painfully precise designed to torture his raw sensitivity. The edge returned fast, his cock leaking again hardness pulsing in time with his desperate heartbeat.
Liam reached forward and grabbed a clamp from his pocket- silver and sharp-looking.
"Do you trust me?" Liam asked, though his tone made it clear the answer didn't
matter.
"Yes," Jamie whispered, even as his voice
shook.
Liam fastened one clamp to his left nipple then another to the right, tightening them until Jamie hissed through his teeth. His cock jumped, fully hard again, dripping onto his stomach.
Liam leaned over and bit the line of his neck, right above the collarbone.
Hard.
Jamie's scream echoed through the empty park.
Liam didn't stop thrusting the toy. Faster now. Deeper. He leaned over and twisted one of the clamps, pulling it until Jamie sobbed again.
"I want you to come like this. Crying. Clamped. Ruined."
"I-I can't-" Jamie whimpered. "It's too much-"
"You don't decide that."
Liam reached around and began stroking Jamie's cock- slow at first, then rough and fast, timed perfectly with the thrusts of the toy. Jamie's whole body seized, arching as far as the clamps and the pain would allow. His hands clawed at the bench, legs kicking, mouth open in a silent scream.
And then it hit.
Harder than anything before.
Jamie came again, violently, the pleasure so white- hot and sharp it nearly crossed into pain. His throat gave out halfway through the scream, and he collapsed back, chest heaving, body jerking with aftershocks.
Liam left the toy inside him, still gently pressing in.
Jamie's eves were unfocused, his lips parted, skin glistening. He looked completely broken.
But happy.
Liam removed the clamps slowly watching as the blood rushed back into the nipples. Jamie whimpered from the fresh burn, the delayed sting.
Then Liam reached down, scooped some of the fresh cum from his stomach, and meared it across Jamie's lips.
"Lick it."
Jamie obeyed.
Liam kissed him again, slow this time. Almost gentle. His hand cupped the side of Jamie's face, holding him there, as if claiming the shattered pieces of him one by one.
"You're mine" he murmured.
Jamie nodded weakly. "Yours."
"Good. Because I'm not done with you."
He pulled the toy out slowly, lovingly watching Jamie twitch from the oversensitivity. Then Liam licked it clear right in front of him, deliberately, keeping eye contact.
"I'II take vou home now,'" Liam said. "But tomorrow, I'm chaining you to the bed and edging you for hours. No release. Just pain. Just begging."
Kairo smiled through tears.
"Please."