Unkinked, page 8
“I liked your warm-up. More, please,” said Maddy, his voice low and raspy. Derreck’s smile sent a rush of something through him.
Derreck couldn’t really mean that—not when Maddy was still hiding from him. He wanted Derreck to possess him like no one had ever cared to before. He wanted to belong to someone, but it was impossible.
A sliver of ice trickled down his spine, but he pushed it away. It was not the time for his issues—not when Derreck was looking at him like that.
“And here I thought you’d had enough,” said Derreck, huffing and turning away. There was more rustling behind Maddy, but he couldn’t see what Derreck was doing when he craned his neck back. He settled his face against the cool wall as sweat soaked into his shirt.
The next hit almost broke him. It was as unexpected as it was swift, pushing the air from his lungs and any last thoughts from his body. The initial thud hit all the way to the bone, but the secondary sting was what pushed him over the edge, a yell exploding through his lips.
He clamped his mouth shut, stifling his cry. He wanted to bite his lip and draw blood, but he couldn’t. He had to be good for Derreck.
“Too much?” Derreck asked, smoothing over the hit with his warm palm. Derreck should have been trembling and sweaty from exertion, but he sounded calm, like he really was just getting started.
Maddy shook his head, keeping his lips sealed as he glanced to the door. There had only been a few couples in the bar area when they’d walked in, but who knew how many were out there now. Would anyone come running if they heard him scream? He couldn’t bear their eyes on him—not when he was stripped bare.
Another hit pushed air through his nose as he smacked his head against the wall, trying to keep the sound inside. What the hell was Derreck even using? He tried to look back and see, but his vision was blurry.
Three more hits and he couldn’t hold back his deep grunt. Every strike felt like it was hitting the same spot, cutting deeper and deeper until his soul was bared, along with his bones. He clutched the wall as his knees trembled, his legs starting to give out beneath him.
Drifting in and out, his breathing slowed as his eyes crept shut. His cheeks were wet, and the wall steamed from his breath, but it didn’t matter. The drop of drool slipping over his lower lip didn’t matter, either.
“Will you scream for me, Maddy?” Derreck asked as he paused his blows. His hand creeped over Maddy’s flesh that had gone numb as Maddy floated far away. It was a question, and Maddy knew he had to answer. He struggled to open his mouth and push the words out.
“I don’t want them to hear,” he said, his words slurred as if he were drunk. He didn’t feel drunk. He was so fucking high that his skin buzzed with energy that couldn’t be contained for much longer. Something was building inside of him, and it was ready to burst.
“The doors and walls are soundproofed. Your sounds belong to me, just like your pain does.” Derreck’s breath skimmed over Maddy’s cheek as he loomed close.
Something shifted in Maddy’s chest. He clenched his fists, struggling to hold it back. He shivered, terrified and free.
“I need your permission for what I want to do next. I want to whip your hole and your balls. I’ve tried to hold back, but I can’t resist. It will hurt, though,” Derreck warned him.
Maddy wanted to snort and roll his eyes, but he was barely able to move. He’d hardly ever paid any attention to anything down there, and the few times he’d tried to make something happen, it had all been for nothing. His ass and cock meant nothing more to him than the skin of his palms.
“Do it,” said Maddy, turning his face back to the wall and letting himself sink down onto the restraints. His wrists ached. They would probably be bruised for weeks. No mirror required this time.
The fibrous and scratchy strands of some kind of flogger fluttered against his skin. His legs were already splayed and trapped in the cuffs, but he shifted his stance as wide as he could, exposing his hole and a bit of his sac to Derreck.
Maddy’s cock hung down between his legs, flaccid and soft as it always was. He could count on one hand how many times it had gotten hard for him, and each time had left him baffled more than aroused.
There was a light snap of wind before the flogger struck between his cheeks, the fibers dragging over his hole. Maddy went tight automatically, pulling at the cuffs as the blow sank in. Whatever Derreck was using, it wasn’t leather or any other kind of cloth Maddy was familiar with. The blow stung and itched, leaving a strange tingle that was nothing like the thud of the other implements.
“Did you like that?” asked Derreck, running his finger down Maddy’s crack and soothing the sting.
Maddy nodded, his tension unwinding. The touch wasn’t unwelcome, even with the slight sexual edge that it had. Sex was off the table, and there was no pressure. He could let himself go.
A second hit his stung across his sac, warmth spreading through his balls as a new kind of fire ignited. It didn’t hurt—not like it should have. It was too good to hurt.
Squirming, Maddy tried to close his legs, sagging against the cuffs as his balance tipped.
Derreck went to work. The scratchy flog scraped over every inch of Maddy’s skin, the sting lasting longer than it had any right to. His numbed flesh burst to life with a raging fire that burned from his core. And when the flogger hit low, glancing between his legs and over his sac, his belly flared.
A moan mingled with a gasp pushed through his lips, and he opened his eyes wide as something new started to build within him. His gut clenched as his groin throbbed and the dampness on his cheeks dried. The sudden urge to rut against the wall and bury himself within something was overwhelming.
Everything he’d ever been certain of in his life was gone. He was hard. Impossible.
He bit back a cry as his sac was struck, the sting zipping straight to his cock.
It didn’t make sense. It had been years since he’d taken himself in hand for a few minutes of confusing pleasure. His cock had always been a dormant piece of flesh that he held only when he had to piss or when he was cleaning himself. It had nothing to do with his pain or with Derreck.
“Wait,” Maddy cried out as the pressure between his legs pulled his control from him. His chest went tight as the warmth grew, fresh tears building in his eyes. “Derreck, stop.”
The blows ceased instantly as the flogger fell to the ground with a thump. Through his panting breaths, Maddy couldn’t hear Derreck anymore, and the pause in his hits was like a shattered metronome. Derreck’s gaze burned into him, stripping the last of his defenses away. His breath caught, his heart thudding.
“Are you using your safeword to slow down or stop?” asked Derreck, his voice deathly calm. He was directly behind Maddy, so close that Maddy would have been able to touch him if he hadn’t been cuffed.
How could he be so calm when Maddy was breaking at the seams? Maddy was so high that he was fucking shaking, but his cock throbbed, too, the ache bordering on real pain. He’d never been more confused in his life. It was too much, but he craved more like he desired the cane on his skin.
“I want to stop,” he said, tugging at his wrists. The metal edge had to have been close to breaking his skin, each movement a vivid ache.
“May I touch you so I can release your restraints?” Derreck’s voice was closer—nearly touching him now, and still calm. So fucking calm. How could he do it? Can’t he see that I’m breaking?
“Yes. Get them off, please,” he said, his strength fading as he struggled to stay on his feet. Three seconds flat and all four of his limbs were released. Snapping his legs shut, Maddy leaned into the wall, breathing against the cold surface. He couldn’t turn and let Derreck see him like this. His cock throbbed as it glanced against the wall, pre-cum spreading over the paint like fresh primer.
“Leave me alone please,” he begged, his shoulders shaking as his chest went tight. Another crack in his armor formed, the dam so close to breaking that he was holding on by a thread.
“I can’t do that, Maddy. I need to know that you are okay. Turn around so I can see your face. Don’t hide from me now, not when you are more beautiful than ever. You took every hit so well, but I need to know what happened.”
The dam broke and a sob heaved its way out of Maddy’s chest. Derreck must’ve thought it was his fault, but it wasn’t. Maddy was so fucked up, and now he’d dragged Derreck into his muddy life.
“I’m hard,” he said quietly, pressing his forehead into the wall. His hole clenched as his cock throbbed, a residual sting shooting up his spine. “I’m so sorry, Derreck. I don’t know what happened, but it started when you whipped me down there, and I don’t know how to make it go away.” Sex is off the table, but I fucked that up, too. Why do I fuck everything up?
“Look at me,” said Derreck, his voice low and commanding. “I’m not upset. You need to know that.”
“But you said no sex,” said Maddy, choking off another sob. “And I don’t think I want sex, either… I’ve never wanted it. I just want you to hurt me, but I fucked up and now you’ll never want to see me again.” He slid his hands down the wall, his sweaty palms slipping easily over the surface.
“Maddy, look at me now.” His voice left no room for argument, and Maddy had to obey. With a deep breath, Maddy turned.
Derreck was staring at him, his dark eyes watching and stripping Maddy further. His thin T-shirt stuck to his frame, his chest rising and falling faster than Maddy would have thought from his voice. Maddy’s gaze dropped to Derreck’s obvious bulge trapped in his jeans. Fuck, Derreck was hard, too.
“Can I touch you?” asked Derreck, his gaze never leaving Maddy’s face. He didn’t look down, not even with Maddy’s erection poking out into the room like a help wanted ad. But Maddy couldn’t keep his eyes off Derreck’s concealed package.
Maddy had seen hard dicks before. He’d tried porn, without success, and he’d seen one up close when he’d thrown caution to the wind and had set up an account on a hookup app. The latter had been a huge mistake—but also an eye opener.
He’d realized that maybe he was one of the rare few who didn’t desire sex. Nothing got him hard—not tits, or dicks, or tits and dicks, or any other body part in between. But why did his mouth flood and his cock throb when he looked at Derreck’s bulge?
“I think so,” said Maddy, finally filling the silence as it stretched. “Don’t touch me there, but anywhere else is okay.” He looked down at his cock and the purpling head that was oozing a few drops of pearly fluid. He did not want to find out what would happen if Derreck touched his cock.
Theoretically, he knew what would happen, but he had no desire to experience an orgasm at that moment. He was already a jumbled mess without adding one of those to the shit pile.
Derreck touched his shoulder before he smoothed his hand down Maddy’s arm, threading their fingers together and squeezing. The simple act was more intimate than anything they’d done together, and it sent a burst of calm to Maddy’s core. Derreck wasn’t leaving.
“Come sit on the couch with me,” said Derreck, tugging Maddy along. Each step was a monumental effort that he could not have done without Derreck holding and catching his weight with every step.
The last time they’d snuggled, Maddy had rested his head against Derreck’s chest. Maddy almost balked as Derreck pulled him until he straddled his hips, the fire on the back of his legs and ass igniting as he brushed against Derreck’s jeans.
“If you are comfortable, I would like you to tell me what happened,” said Derreck, bracing a hand against Maddy’s back to hold him close. The outline of his cock was rigid against Maddy’s ass. “Sometimes our triggers are unexpected, but I don’t want to risk triggering you a second time. I need you to tell me, Maddy, so I don’t upset you again.”
Maddy pressed his face to Derreck’s chest, taking a deep breath of earth and sweat. He couldn’t believe that Derreck was still holding him when he had disrespected Derreck’s limit. But how long would that last? Time to come clean.
“I don’t get hard,” said Maddy, his voice muffled in Derreck’s T-shirt. “I’ve tried sex and other things, but I hardly ever get hard. Sometimes I have dreams, but by the time I wake up, the feeling is just…gone. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I didn’t think you would care. You said sex was a hard limit.”
The silence stretched. Maddy cringed and pulled his lip between his teeth. He shook with the effort of not biting down.
“Don’t apologize for something you have no control over. I can understand why you’re uncomfortable and why you’re scared. Do you know what was different this time compared to the last? You didn’t respond like that from just the pain.”
Maddy shuddered as Derreck ran his hand down his back. He couldn’t squash the urge to thrust a hand between his legs to clutch his aching sac. His skin was hot to the touch, the nerves so sensitive that they made him whimper. His cock drooled, moisture dribbling on his belly as well as Derreck’s.
“Here,” said Maddy, releasing his sac and squashing his face into Derreck’s warm chest. “It didn’t feel like that on my ass or between my cheeks, but there…” He shuddered.
“Fuck,” said Derreck, flexing his hands. They dug into Maddy’s ass, the relieving fog flooding Maddy’s mind for a moment. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you.” His cock pulsed against Maddy’s ass.
“I know why I don’t want sex, but why don’t you?” asked Maddy. He lifted his hips so he could see the bulge in Derreck’s jeans. It looked monstrous behind the thick cloth. Reaching out, Maddy pressed his palm to the tent, testing the rigid flesh beneath him. It was rock hard and so hot.
He’d always found a person’s pleasure somewhat fascinating. He knew sex was supposed to feel good, but he’d never had the chance to really explore except for on his own unresponsive body. His singular experience with another person hadn’t left him with any clues, either. He’d just stayed limp on the bed while they’d pushed his face into his pillow and rutted into him. Underwhelming and bizarre had summed up those three minutes of his life.
But he was inches from Derreck’s face, his eyes nearly black and his hard cock only a layer away. Maddy could feel the pulse of blood pass through Derreck’s shaft when he pressed down, and when he squeezed, the whole thing twitched like a caged feral animal.
“Fuck, Maddy, don’t,” said Derreck, his head falling back against the couch as he let out a gasp. He gripped his hands harder on Maddy’s hips. “I won’t be able to control myself if you keep touching me like that.”
Fear seeped into the fog and Maddy jerked his hand away. “You’d force me?”
He’d had his brush with that, too, and he never wanted to go down that road again.
“What? No, of course not,” said Derreck, leveling Maddy with a stare. His eyes were pinched, a lighter fleck in his iris standing out like the sun against the shade. “I won’t be able to stop from coming if you keep touching me like that. I don’t want to push your limits more than I already have today.”
“Oh.” Maddy looked down, a flush rising on his cheeks. Of course, Derreck wouldn’t force him. As crazy at it may have been, he trusted Derreck.
“I don’t usually mix kink with sex,” said Derreck, removing his hands from Maddy’s ass and threading their fingers together again. Maddy relaxed at the touch, his uncertainty draining away. “Sex can be fulfilling for me, but not in the same way that kink is. The few times I’ve tried to incorporate the two, it didn’t end well.”
“I’m sorry,” said Maddy, his hand burning at the memory of Derreck’s cock. His own cock started to waver, each breath shrinking it back to its convenient carry-on size. Taking a deep breath, he tried to keep from reaching out and touching. The tented fabric called to him, still so big. How long would it stay that way?
“It’s okay, Maddy,” said Derreck, following Maddy’s gaze. “You couldn’t have known. You can still touch me, but you will make me come. I won’t be able to stop that—not even for you.”
Maddy wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, but it was meaningless compared to the bulge in front of him—the thing that he had permission to touch.
He ran his finger down the zipper, his skin peaking into goosebumps as Derreck’s breath hitched. Tracing the outline, he circled it, committing every subtle bump and ridge to memory. He didn’t know if he would ever be able to touch it again, and he wanted to remember every part of it. It hardened beneath him, straining against the black jeans.
“Can I see it?” asked Maddy, licking his lips. Derreck nodded, letting out another curse as Maddy reached for his zipper, struggling to get the metal teeth open. When he adjusted himself in Derreck’s lap, his sac scratched against Derreck’s leg, sending a tingle of pleasure to his groin. He shook the feeling off, singularly focused on his prize.
Violently, it sprung from its confines, bursting into the air the moment he tugged at the unzipped edges of Derreck’s jeans. It was huge and curved with a thick vein along the underside and smaller veins around the rest of it. The shaft was darker than the rest of Derreck’s caramel skin, but the hooded head was a vibrant pink and moist with a drop of pre-cum.
Maddy’s mouth watered as he stared at the pre-cum that dripped from the head and down the shaft. He licked his lips as uncertainty filled him. Would Derreck mind?
He swiped his finger over the tip, marveling at the way it twitched beneath him. It was more expressive than Derreck’s face, which had been unreadable, even when Maddy had opened his pants. Gathering the moisture on one finger, he brought it to his lips before sucking it deep into his mouth. The flavor wasn’t wholly pleasant, but not enough to make him gag, either.
I wonder. He glanced at his own cock, which had hardened again as his sensitive sac scraped against Derreck’s leg. Maddy was definitely smaller than Derreck, but that wasn’t a surprise. He was smaller than any man he’d seen online, too.
After dragging his finger through the dollop of pre-cum on his own cock, he brought it to his lips, scrunching his nose at the taste. He was a lot stronger than Derreck.
