Mano let out a low laugh, something darker building beneath it. He sank down slowly, feeling Ody slide deeper inside him. He groaned when he took him all the way, finally letting his body settle against Ody’s legs. “Now you’ll see, mikre… you don’t need to fuck to be in control,” he said, ready to start riding him, just as Ody suddenly snapped his hips up hard, fucking him from below.
Mano cried out, his body jolting as Ody took control with nothing but his hips, his hands still cuffed.
“Fuck, Ody!” Mano struggled as he bounced on him. “You can’t—” the words broke off as Ody thrust harder, pulling a loud whimper from him.
“Chain me up, baby. Blindfold me, gag me… you’ll still be the one screaming on my cock,” Ody panted as Mano bounced against him.
But this time, Mano wasn’t playing. He leaned down over Ody and wrapped one hand around his throat. That didn’t make Ody stop.
“You’re not stopping?” Mano snarled between groans. He slapped him, but Ody kept going, determined to win this battle.
“You’re not stopping?” He slapped him harder and yanked the chain connecting the nipple clamps.
The clamps yanked violently at Ody’s nipples before releasing, forcing a scream out of him and freezing him mid-thrust. “Fuck! It hurts…” Ody whimpered.
“It hurt when you slammed into me too. You didn’t care then, mikre.”
“I’m… sorry,” Ody said, on the verge of tears.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you,” Mano snapped, forcing him to say it louder.
“I’m sorry!”
“Who’s in control today?” Mano asked, waiting for an answer that didn’t come. He tore off the blindfold, restoring Ody’s sight, and pinched his nipples warningly between his fingers.
“You are!” Ody blurted out, panic rising. “You’re in control.” He glanced down at his chest. “Fuck…” he whined, still feeling the sting.
“Don’t you dare move your legs again. I’ll flip you over and take you on all fours. Do you understand me?”
“Yes—I understand!” Ody said, shaken, his eyes fixed on Mano’s face.
“You’re going to pay for that, mikre.”
“N-no… wait—”
“Did you wait for me?” His voice cut through him.
“I’m s-sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”
Mano planted his feet on the mattress and pushed into a steady rhythm. Even though he’d never done this before, taking control came easily, his legs strong, holding him steady as he controlled the pace. His hand wrapped around Ody’s throat as he rode him harder now. “Who’s the submissive now?”
“I am,” Ody said, his expression breaking under the sensation.
“Again.”
“I am.”
“You’re what?”
“I’m the submissive.”
“My submissive slutty boy,” Mano corrected, watching him whimper as his grip tightened. “Say it properly.”
“I’m your submissive slutty boy,” Ody forced out, his breath hitching. “Please, Mano… I want to cum.”
Mano only laughed at the sight of him, so helpless beneath him. “Didn’t we say you’d only cum with my permission?”
“Please… please, I can’t take it anymore.” His voice broke as the pressure built from the cock ring.