The sun barely crested over the skyline when Jamie woke. His body ached everywhere. His thighs, his neck, his hole.. all sore and tender, marked by the brutal passion of the night before. He could still feel the echo of Liam inside him, the sharp kiss of clamps, the slick pull of the glass toy, and the sting of Liam's cruel words.
And he was hard again.
Even in sleep, his body remembered.
The sheets under him were clean, but the air in Liam's room smelled like sex and leather. Heavy curtains kept the room dim and the low hum of something mechanical buzzed softly in the background.
Then he heard it- footsteps. Slow.
Deliberate.
Liam stepped into the room, shirtless, in black slacks. His eves locked onto Jamie's body immediately, lingering on the half-hardened cock, the bruises on his hips, the thin red indentations on his wrists.
"You're already hard," Liam said with that cold amusement. "Pathetic. But useful."
Jamie flushed, trying not to smile.
"Get up."
Jamie obeyed without question, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. Liam grabbed his arm and pulled him forward then guided him down onto his knees on the plush rug.
"Today," Liam said, crouching beside him, you won't come."
Jamie's breath hitched.
"I'm going to break you in other ways."
He took a thick, black leather collar and fastened it around Jamie's neck. Then came the cuffs- heavy-duty, padded with steel buckles. Wrists and ankles. Liam connected the wrist cuffs behind Jamie's back with a short chain. Bound, helpless, exposed- Jamie trembled, cock already twitching with excitement.
"Crawl."
Liam led him by the collar across the room to a padded bench with metal rings on the sides. It was already prepped- lube, toys, clamps, and worse. Jamie swallowed hard.
Liam pushed him forward and strapped his ankles to the bench legs, then his arms -forcing him bent over, hole exposed, cock dangling between his legs, balls tight with anticipation.
"Beautiful," Liam whispered, dragging his fingers up the back of Jamie's thigh. "You look better like this. Helpless. Caged."
From a drawer, he pulled out a stainless-steel hook-curved, cool, and intimidating.
Jamie shivered.
Liam didn't speak again. He lubed the hook slowly, making Jamie listen to the wet sound of it. Then, without warning, he pressed it to his entrance and slid it in deep and slow until the end of the hook rested inside him, snug and weighted.
The sensation was foreign- constant pressure, subtle motion with every twitch
of his body. Jamie moaned, eyes fluttering.
Then Liam tied a thin cord from the end of
the hook to the base of Jamie's collar- every time he lifted his head, the hook pulled deeper. Every time he lowered it pressure shifted again.
"No moving," Liam said darkly. "You control the pain. You choose how much it hurts."
He left him like that for minutes. Jamie trembled. The need to move overwhelming but the pain from the shifting hook kept him frozen.
Then came the clamps.
Liam attached them to his nipples again- tighter this time-and added weights. The sting, the pull, made Jamie whimper through gritted teeth.
"You haven't even earned touch,' Liam said. "You won't be stroked. You won't be
kissed. You will suffer."
Then came the vibrator-small, high-pitched, and strapped directly to Jamie's cock, left on the lowest setting. Just enough to tease. Not enough to push him over.
"Now we begin," Liam whispered.
Hours blurred.
Jamie drooled against the bench, body shaking. The hook inside him moved every time he shifted. His nipples throbbed from the weights. The vibrator buzzed mercilessly, keeping him right on the edge, never giving enough to fall over it.
He sobbed. He moaned. He begged.
And Liam? He sat nearby. Watching. Occasionally pressing the remote to increase the vibration--then lowering it again when Jamie got too close. Over and over. The tears were constant now. His cock was purple and twitching, his balls aching.
"You look divine," Liam murmured. "You're addicted to the pain now, aren't you? You'd rather suffer than be touched softly.
Jamie nodded, barely able to speak.
"Please, Liam.... please..."
Liam leaned over, brushed his lips against
Jamie's cheek.
"No."
Then he tugged the collar up- sharply.
The hook shifted.
Jamie screamed.
But his cock throbbed harder.
Liam finally, finally, wrapped a fist around it- but didn't stroke. He held it, squeezed it tight at the base, keeping the orgasm wrapped inside, forcing his body to tremble with unreleased tension.
"You want release?" Liam whispered. "Earn it. Beg like the broken little masochist you are."
"I'm yours," Jamie sobbed. "Please ruin me. Please keep me here forever. I'l take anything. I'l suffer for you-"
Liam finally smiled.
And then he turned the vibrator off. Jamie moaned in frustration, body desperate and twitching, and Liam kissed him again- Softly, as if mocking the brutality with sweetness.
"You'll stay like this," he said, lips brushing
his ear. "Until you forget what pleasure
is."