Page 54 of Jack Frosting

And it did. The weight was pulling down enough that my foreskin had been pulled all the way back. My super sensitive head was fully exposed. I couldn’t see it, but I was certain my precum was on overdrive. Whenever I was this horned up, the head was always super slick.

He must’ve turned up the heat too; this room was always warmer than the rest of the house and it had to be on purpose. My ass was sticking to the leather behind me and I could feel sweat dripping down my body in several places. It made me feel almost intoxicated.

Clayton’s fingers left little goosebump trails where they caressed my skin ever so gently. I flinched when he flicked one of my nipples then rolled my eyes when he soothed it with a lap of his tongue.

“I love that you left your treasure trail.” His hand moved lower.

Finally.

“You’re so hard.”

“It’s…”–his hand wrapped around my cock and squeezed–“...almost overwhelming, sir.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No!”

“Good.” Clayton laughed. “Because you look incredibly hot right now, though I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out.” He wiped the sweat off his brow.

I shivered as his hand ran along the underside of my cock. It was slick, allowing him to swirl his fingers around the head. He took a step back and I watched as he kicked off shoes and unbuttoned his shirt.

“This is going to be quick,” he said, pants dropping to the floor.

“You weren’t wearing any underwear?” I asked. He was as hard as I was. I flinched as the crop slapped my stomach, inches above my cock.

“Nope, and you didn’t even notice.”

Another slap.

I lost track of how many times he used the crop. I could’ve asked him to stop at any time, but there was so much pleasure mixed with the pain. He was also giving me a blowjob on and off the entire session, so I was practically begging to cum every ten seconds.

He tossed the crop aside and walked behind me. I felt his breath on my ear just before he asked, “You ready to get fucked?”

I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Holy shit!

The entire cross lurched backwards, catching me by surprise, but stopped when my body was parallel to the floor. Clayton came back around to stand between my spread legs. It became clear to me what the two chains hanging from the ceiling were to be used for when he unclipped my leg cuffs from the cross.

In a matter of seconds, my legs were hooked to the ceiling, leaving my ass at just the right height to be fucked. The plug was still snug where I left it.

“You ready?”

“Yes, sir. Please, fuck me.”

He pulled the plug out slowly, but I was so stimulated from the entire session, I groaned like I was in heat. Clayton lubed his dick and my hole in record time and pushed inside with little resistance from me.

“Christ, you’re still so tight.”

I didn’t know how – I had picked one of the biggest plugs – but it was working for me too. It seemed my balls had become used to the tension because I involuntarily gasped when he removed the magnetic ring.

Clayton winked. “Wanted to see them bounce for me.” He was using my legs as leverage to fuck me.

The combination of every stimulus from the last twenty minutes had me close. Embarrassingly so.

“I’m close, sir. Permission to cum?”

“Of course,” Clayton immediately replied, slamming home. “Cum for me.”