Part of him wanted to give in and beg. He couldn’t suppress a mostly vain hope that maybe that might move Stelios to give him more, or faster.
Instead he squeezed around Stelios fingers and gasped despite himself at how good it felt when Stelios twisted them. “Oh, oh God, don’t stop, please don’t stop—”
“You’re sensitive everywhere, aren’t you? Twitching around my fingers…feels like you’re close already, Niketas.”
“Yes, yes, so close.” He twisted and bucked, trying to keep Stelios’ fingers just where he needed them, then choked out a cry as he pressed in just a little deeper and curled them again. “Gonna—gonna come, oh God, oh God, gonna come, I’m gonna—oh fuck—”
His whole body shook, but he couldn’t come, didn’t, even though he could feel the orgasm curling his toes, tightening his balls. His cock was throbbing with it, but fuck, he couldn’t come. Then he heard Stelios laughing at him and looked into his eyes. The rich blue was darker, hotter.
“Did you really think it was going to be that easy, that I was just going to tie you up and please you, give you what you wanted? You’re not allowed to come, Niketas. This is punishment, remember?”
Niketas blinked, not sure he’d heard right. Not—not allowed to… “You can’t be serious!”
“Oh, yes. What don’t you understand? As long as you’re tied up like this you won’t be able to touch yourself, won’t be able to do anything about it…and as long as your cock is tied up you won’t be able to come even if I play with you.”
“Play with me!”
“Yes. Like this.” Stelios twisted his fingers again, pressed them deeper and started to stroke inside him until he found a spot again that made Niketas curse and bite his lip. It felt so good, even if it was just torment, keeping him on the edge when he knew he couldn’t come.
He rocked on Stelios’ fingers anyway, then swore again when Stelios closed the fingers of one hand around the tip of his cock and held them there.
“Fuck my fist if you want to. Does it feel good?” Niketas only moaned, too busy rocking back and trying to pump his hips into Stelios’ fist to be bothered answering, but that wasn’t good enough. “I asked you a question, Niketas.”
“Oh—God yeah. So good, so good.”
He pulled his fingers out then, let go of Niketas’ cock and held up a smooth, egg shaped oval of plastic with a cord coming out of one end. “Do you know what this is?”
“It’s—it’s…a vibrator.”
“Yes. And I’m going to put it inside you.”
“W-What? That thing? In my—in my ass?”
“Yes. And then I’m going to turn it on and leave it in you and let you…enjoy it.”
“No! You can’t—”
“I can’t?”
“You can’t do that to me!”
Stelios’ laughter didn’t reassure him. Niketas felt the warmth of his hands working between his thighs again, slick fingers pressing into him, opening him up, and then the cool surface of the egg, hard and unyielding as it stretched him open, then slipped into him.
Stelios pushed his fingers inside Niketas after it, easing it deeper until he shuddered as it touched the same spot inside him Stelios had been teasing before.
“There we go. I want it right against your prostate so you can really feel it.”
“Prostate—”
“Didn’t you know? That’s what it’s called, that place inside you that feels so good. Now, let’s see how you like this.”
“Like—fuck!” A shock of intense vibration bolted through him, and Niketas arched up, clenched his ass around the egg and squeezed his eyes shut. “God, fuck, God, ohhhnng-g-God-”
For a second he thought he was going to come despite the rope around his cock, despite Stelios’ instructions to the contrary. Then the vibration faded, and he gasped for breath as he tried to relax against the pillar behind him.
“Oh, sorry. My finger slipped. I didn’t mean to use the highest setting.” Stelios’ apology was entirely insincere, and Niketas glared at him as best as he could while he panted and his hips twitched.
“Bas-Bastard—”
“Such a dirty mouth.”
The vibration intensified again, just a little, and Stelios tucked the control under the edge of the ropes wrapped around his thighs. Niketas moaned, and forgot what he’d been going to say.
If he moved at all, the egg moved inside him, rubbed back and forth over his prostate and made his hips stutter, which only made it happen again, and again, and—and—God. He tried to focus on staying still, but he could barely breathe, and the way he was arched forward with his hands in the small of his back made staying motionless impossible.
“I’ll be back in an hour, Niketas.”
He looked up and saw Stelios already at the door. “What? No! No, you can’t, an hour? Not like this no!”
“You’re going to have to learn to stop telling me what I can’t do, Niketas. Now it’s going to be an hour and a half.”
Niketas sucked in a breath, but thought better of challenging that. What if Stelios said two hours, or three? God, no. He’d die. He was going to die already, just from this. Then the door clicked shut, and he jerked his gaze up again in time to notice he was completely alone.
~ ~ * * ~ ~
An hour passed slowly for Stelios, and the half hour after it even more slowly. He was impatient, but not, he knew, as impatient as Niketas would be. He contented himself sipping a cup of coffee and reading the news, neither of which he usually had time for on a work day.
The headlines slipped through his brain mostly unnoticed regardless. His eyes kept drifting shut so Stelios could picture Niketas as he’d left him. Tied up, arched away from the pillar behind him, cock dripping and his teeth digging into his bottom lip…
Such a gorgeous man, even if he was defiant—but no, truth be told, Stelios liked that. If he was disobedient that would make it even sweeter when he gave in and begged. When he couldn’t take any more…
“I wonder what it would take to break him that much? Just that much.” Stelios didn’t think Luka would forgive him if he really broke his omega…but it was tempting to try anyway. Make him a crying, begging mess before Stelios let him come.
A little shiver twitched its way from his shoulders down to his thighs, and Stelios took a deep breath as he pushed himself to his feet and stopped to drop his empty cup in the sink.
Time was up. “Let’s see how you’re doing, Niketas.”
The sound of him was audible even from the end of the hall, before he got anywhere near the playroom door. Niketas was whining almost continuously, as if that would get him there faster, summon him sooner. Or maybe he just couldn’t help himself? Either way, the noises were intensely arousing.
Stelios strode in and shut the door behind him.
He filled his eyes with the sight in front of him—Niketas was twisting, arched up away from the pillar, his face flushed and his brow contracted. He was trying to scowl, but the fact that he couldn’t keep from whimpering when Stelios reached out to pinch his nipples ruined the effect.
“Gorgeous. I’m going to have so much fun with you…how do you feel?”
Niketas heaved a breath and swore at him. “Bastard—let me go—damn it let me go. Take it off and let me—”
“No. I already told you what you need to say if you want to go. Is that what you want?”
Silence answered him, and Stelios ran his hands up Niketas’ sides, thumbed his nipples again and watched the way he rolled his head against the pillar. The muscles in his abdomen contracted when Stelios pinched the tips, and he pulled on them enough that there had to be a little bit of pain mixed with the pleasure.
Niketas moaned louder, and Stelios licked his own lips, then let go. Well, wasn’t that interesting. Did he like the pain? It was something to explore later, but for now… He reached out a finger and touched the tip of Niketas’ throbbing cock. A thread of wetness connected his finger and the head.
He smiled,
then reached out and smeared it around, down over the rope and up over Niketas’ cock. He moaned richly, and Stelios wiped his fingers on Niketas’ chest, then stood back.
“Your hips are shaking. Do you like the vibrator that much?”
“Don’t want—take this off. Take this off, take it out.”
“You know I’m not going to do that. Hmm…” He took a step back, then reached down and squeezed his own cock through his pants. “You look decadent, Niketas. I wonder, what about in another hour?”
“Oh God, no! You can’t—you wouldn’t—
Stelios filled his gaze with the vision of straining muscle in front of him and raked his eyes over the whole of Niketas body. His fingers tingled, remembering the warmth of his skin, the way he pushed into every touch. Then he stepped forward, and ignored Niketas’ arching and his straining cock to nudge the setting on the egg buried in his ass from two up to four.
Niketas dropped his head back against the wall and let out his breath as one long, continuous moan. It wound up and up, louder and louder until he was crying out almost continuously. He twisted as much as he could and arched his back so that his cock was thrust out in front of him, bouncing, dripping—damn. So tempting.
It was three full minutes before Niketas finally opened his eyes again and noticed that Stelios hadn’t actually left. It was then, as his expression grew hopeful, that Stelios smirked and turned away.
“No—no please!”
“Fifty-seven minutes now, Niketas. Enjoy them.”
“Oh. God. Please. I can’t, I can’t take this, please, I need to come, I need—please, make me come, let me come, please, please.”
He was finally begging, and Stelios surprised himself by almost turning back, almost giving in…but no. That wouldn’t help Niketas, now would it? Stelios couldn’t give in yet, and it would be more fun, after all, if he waited. He strode out of the room and stopped when the door shut behind him.
Stelios heard curses and moans, then only moans—and then more begging. They were wolf-sounds this time, long, pleading whines, and he smiled to himself and turned down the hallway.
Chapter Three
After forty-five minutes, Stelios was through waiting, and he thought Niketas had probably had enough too. He went back to the playroom and stood outside the door, listening.
Panting moans, heavy breathing, low curses…oh, he was ready all right. Stelios opened the door and Niketas’ gaze jerked up to him as if on a tether. He looked away almost immediately, squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head back against the pillar.
“Oh—Goddammit—not you—not you again—”
“And here I thought you’d be happy to see me. I even took fifteen minutes off your hour, since you were making such gorgeous noises for me when I left. Begging so nicely…or did you change your mind?” He reached down and started to tease the head of Niketas cock with his thumb. “I could stop, and come back in fifteen minutes…”
The moment Stelios touched him Niketas whimpered, thrust up into his hand as much as the ropes allowed him to and dropped all pretense of resistance.
“No, no! Only…only forty-five—God it felt like forever. Please, please, I need to come, don’t leave me like this again, I can’t, I can’t, I’m gonna go crazy with this thing in my ass, please—”
“Crazy, hmm?”
Niketas made an incoherent noise as Stelios continued to tease his cock, and tossed his head against the pillar behind him. His whole body shivered, and when he bit his lip Stelios couldn’t resist leaning forward and kissing him.
Niketas opened his mouth to the pressure of Stelios’ tongue and seemed less compelled to try and hide his moans…or maybe just less able. His lips were soft and eager, and one kiss turned into many before Stelios decided he’d had enough for now.
When he lifted his mouth Niketas looked almost dazed, and the next sound he made wasn’t a moan, it was disappointed and anxious. Stelios reached down and tugged at the rope holding his cock, and suddenly Niketas was crying out, hips jerking desperately against the pressure.
“I’ll undo just this much, but if you come the moment I untie it, I won’t be pleased.”
“Untie—please—yes. I need to come, I need to—”
“You need what I say you need, and you’ll come when I let you. Not before.” Stelios put the full power of an Alpha’s presence into the words, and Niketas stared at him, his pupils dilated and his eyes almost glassy.
He stayed completely still, his fists clenched, as Stelios started to undo the knots and unwrap the rope he’d bound Niketas’ cock in. It had been wet before, but now it was throbbing, dripping, so much that by the time it was completely unbound, Stelios was surprised that Niketas had actually managed not to come.
God, the sight of him though.
His cock was red-striped, darker at the tip, and the rest of him was tanned skin, straining muscle and white ropes. He’d bitten his lips so much the indentations of his teeth were still visible, and he kept clenching his fists tighter and tighter, bucking his hips forward even though he had to know he couldn’t escape the stimulation of the egg vibrating inside him.
“Please.” Harsher, rougher, hotter, the sound of Niketas’ voice jerked Stelios’ gaze up to his face. He’d reached real desperation now. He could maybe hold out another minute, but there was no way he’d make it two. “Please, I can’t—I can’t—I’m gonna come, I’m gonna—please.”
But instead of giving him the order he wanted, Stelios reached out and switched off the vibration. Niketas gasped, and Stelios closed his eyes—damn, that sound. When he opened his eyes again Niketas was jerking at his bonds, twisting and panting.
“If you want me to give you permission you should behave.”
“You—you’re just—you’re just—”
“Tormenting you? Yes, I am. And you love it, don’t you? Even though it’s your punishment.” But he didn’t give Niketas a chance to answer. Instead he pulled on the cord and tugged the egg out of him. The only sounds Niketas could make were guttural moans.
“I’m going to give you something better to come on, Niketas. Since I think you’ve been punished enough for today.”
Niketas’ whole body twitched as Stelios dropped the egg and pulled on one of the ropes holding his thighs. There was a faint squeal from a pulley, and then another as his legs were dragged up and open. He let out a surprised cry when his feet left the floor, and then groaned as his weight settled between the pillar and the pulley.
Stelios tied off the rope, then unbuckled his belt and undid the button and zipper of his pants.
Niketas licked his lips. “You—you’re gonna fuck me?”
“Does that…make you happy?”
“Oh, God yeah. Please tell me you’re gonna fuck me, please, fuck me and make me come on your cock, fuck me and—please. I want it bad, want it so bad, c’mon, tell me you’re gonna fuck me – fuck me. Want you to, I want you to fuck me – c’mon please, please.”
He’d been begging before, but this was much, much better. Stelios shoved down his pants and boxers and didn’t even bother undressing the rest of the way. He took hold of Niketas’ jaw in one hand and kissed him hard.
“When you’re good like that…well. Honesty is rewarded, Niketas.” He grabbed up the lube he’d used for the egg and slicked his cock with his free hand. Slowly, savoring the way Niketas opened up for him, he pressed in a little at a time.
“This what you wanted? You like my cock stretching you open?”
“God—God yes, feels so good, cock feels so good—God—God if you’re twins why’re—why’re you so much bigger than Luka? Oh, fuck—God, fuck me, fuck me, want you inside me, all the way inside—”
Stelios chuckled. “Luka was trying to punish you.” He drew back and pushed deeper every time he rocked forward until his cock was buried in Niketas’ ass. “He doesn’t want you like I want you, Niketas. I can’t remember the last time I was so hard without even being touched. And you feel—so—good.”
“Please I’m gonna—c’mon, please, please!”
“Going to come on my cock, Niketas? Going to come for me? Come for me now.” Without any warning, he started pounding into him, fucked him harder even when he cried out and came, his cock shooting all over the both of them.
Stelios fucked him through it, then sped up again and watched Niketas’ pupils dilate, felt the omega twitching beneath him as he pinned him against the pillar.
“OhmyGodnostop. You—have to—ohGodplease—toomuch—ooohhnnnngg.” And then, as if he’d not just finished telling Stelios to stop, “My cock, please, my cock, you gotta—touch my cock, please, I—”
Niketas tossed his head again and lifted his hips as much as he could, trying to rub his cock against Stelios. The ropes had an inch of give, no more, and it wasn’t enough.
He moaned, disappointed, and kept trying. Stelios slowed his thrusts enough that he could reach between them and wrap his fist around Niketas’ cock.
“I told you honesty was rewarded. I’m not going to let you go, but you can fuck my fist if you want. If you can, while I’m taking you.”
“Yes, yes, fucking finally, God that—so good—”
Stelios started to fuck him faster again, then harder as Niketas bucked up and down, trying to take his cock deeper and thrust into his fist at the same time. He shuddered, thighs twitching, and Stelios watched him come a second time.
He stroked Niketas through it, fucked him slow and deep until he was shivering again, mouth open and eyes closed. Then he stopped, and held Niketas against the pillar when he moaned in complaint.
“Quiet. Did I tell you that you could come again? Did I?”
“N-No but you—you didn’t tell me not to-”
“I told you to come for me now, and that was then. What about that gave you permission to come a second time?” Stelios thrust forward, all the way inside in one sharp jerk, and Niketas sucked in a breath and squeezed his eyes shut. “Nothing, that’s what. And you were doing so well.
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