Page 127 of Enthrall Climax
Cameron flicked the flogger and it snapped Shay’s cock, causing him to wince but not shy away. He merely gritted his teeth and accepted this extraordinary gift of a continued assault at a steady pace. Cam struck Shay’s chest and then moved slowly to his biceps before expertly moving down to meet his trembling thighs, deliberately missing Shay’s pulsing cock. Those figure eight movements continued in a hypnotic rhythm that caused Shay to slip into subspace. He greeted each hit by leaning forward with his arms pulled back as he sank further into a delicious trance.
With Shay finally lulled, Cameron threw the flogger down and attached spiked clamps to his sub’s nipples. Shay gave him a look of defiance, but after a moment or so his heavy-lidded expression morphed into pleasure.
Watching as though I were alone, I followed Cameron’s movements, his calm stroll across the room, his focus as he rifled through the toys until he’d found the one he was looking for—a red bejeweled butt plug.
When it was held to his mouth, Shay suckled the tip of the plug to wet it, and then he braced himself as Cameron placed his right knee on the bed so he could reach behind Shay, opening his butt cheeks so he could insert the plug. Shay winced with the strain and then surrendered to the bliss of the pressure he felt inside.
Cameron seemed to be waiting for those sensations to settle as he cupped Shay’s balls and whispered to him, giving him a few moments to recover.
I knew all too well how he read what a sub needed. Soothe when doubt seeped in. Calm when the sting burned too harshly. Correct and punish when disobedience was detected.
With a nod of approval, Cameron reached for the wooden paddle and again leaned on the bed to reach Shay’s buttocks, striking so hard he had to be hitting that plug too, as wails of want and frustration filled the room; the violence unfolding in an exquisite way.
Shay’s expression reflected agony that morphed into one of exhilaration as he rose higher and higher with each strike, his jaw tight, eyes squeezed shut, body trembling, cock rigid as he yelled through his rising climax.
“Not until I permit,” warned Cameron.
I knew this game, this cruel tease that was virtually impossible to comply to. Only a seasoned sub trained in edge play could obey and not release. Only a sub with a strong will could tolerate this level, because at times it felt like the body itself would rebel against the mind and plunge itself into an orgasm; only a seasoned master could pull him back.
“My cock feels amazing.” Shay’s arms trembled against the strain.
“Silence,” ordered Cameron.
For one of them, the pretty brunette, it was all too much and she reached between her thighs and began strumming her clit.
Cameron grabbed her by the throat to make her stop and she complied. His show of power stunned them all. They rose up on their knees and brought their hands behind their backs in a pose of submission—all three pussies glistening.
Cameron turned his attention back to Shay.
Within a minute, he had slid a gold-colored cock ring onto Shay’s mighty erection and worked it all the way down with nimble fingers to slide over his balls until they were captured within. The ring dug into his flesh, making his thighs tremble. Fascinated, Shay peered down and then his gaze met Cameron’s in total awe—this contraption would contain him and bring stabs of delicious pain into his groin. Shay seemed to yearn for more, his hips pumping as though chasing after the burn; I imagined his body had released endorphins to carry his consciousness to a state of bliss.
“Fuck you,” Shay challenged him.
A fierce slap across his face made him moan.
From the cock ring, Cameron attached a fine chain that led all the way to Shay’s nipples. With gentle tugs, he sent ripples of pleasure through Shay, who begged with his eyes for his master to stop, or to never cease, his expression one of tortured bliss as the veins bulged along his shaft.
The tension between them continued to crackle as Cameron grabbed the shaft of Shay’s cock and slid off the ring and then removed the nipple claps. He wrapped his palm around Shay’s length to taunt and squeeze it with a slow gliding motion that would have caused a lesser man to come.
“Forgive me,” said Shay.
“This is what you begged for,” seethed Cameron. “So how is it?’
Shay glared at him. “Everything.”
“It better be.”
“It’s…”
“Don’t come,” warned Cameron. “Under any circumstances.”
“Mercy, please, Master.”
“Too much?” asked Cameron.
“Yes.” Shay bit down on his lip as though that might help.
Cameron whispered something to him and Shay’s head snapped back in surprise. Whatever words had been spoken had seemingly had a profound effect. Shay looked around the room as though searching for answers, his posture shifting.
