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Jason’s thighs trembled as he eased himself down, inch by inch, until Dick’s cock filled him completely. The stretch was obscene, deep, grounding—but what made him tremble wasn’t the thickness inside him. It was Dick’s hands. One flat against the arch of his lower back, the other already moving up his chest, fingers circling, teasing, making him twitch before anything else had even begun.
Dick was sitting against the headboard, broad and calm, legs spread wide to cradle Jason between them. His cock was buried to the hilt inside Jason, but he didn’t thrust. Not yet. His focus was elsewhere.
"God, I love your chest," Dick murmured, palms smoothing across the thick muscle. "So fucking solid. Built like a goddamn wall." His thumbs traced the defined ridges. "You've got no idea how many times I've jerked off thinking about coming all over these tits, watching it drip down between them."
Jason didn’t reply. His hands were braced on Dick’s shoulders, breathing already shaky from how slowly Dick had taken him apart just getting him here. But he didn’t pull away, even when Dick’s fingers found his nipples and started teasing them—light flicks, a lazy roll between thumb and finger that made his breath catch every damn time.
"I could play with these fat tits all night," Dick muttered, voice rough with need, dragging a moan from Jason's throat as he pinched just a little harder. "Look how they stand up for me. So fucking responsive. You pretend you don't like it, but your body can't lie to me, can it, baby? These pretty nipples get so hard the second I touch them."
He reached for the nightstand without taking his eyes off Jason, and Jason flinched when he saw the clamps.
“You don’t have to—” Jason started.
“Oh honey, I know,” Dick said, and kissed him softly. “But I want to.”
He let Jason feel the cool press of metal before clipping one on, slow and careful. Jason gasped the second it closed—firm enough that his whole chest lit up in pleasure-pain. His cock jumped between them, already leaking where it lay hard against Dick’s abs.
The second clamp made him whine—a rough, needy sound that vibrated in his throat as he squirmed on Dick’s cock. The pressure of being filled and pinched, the friction of skin-on-skin, the way Dick watched every flicker of his reaction—it was too much, too fast.
“There we go,” Dick said, cupping his hips, holding him still. “That’s it. You’re doing so good, baby.”
He rolled his hips up just once—deep and slow—and Jason moaned outright, body tightening around him.
Dick’s fingers returned to his nipples, brushing the clamps, tugging gently on the chain between them. Jason jolted.
“Fuck—Dick—”
“You’re so pretty like this,” Dick said, low and certain, tugging again, watching Jason’s mouth fall open. “But only for me, right?”
Jason tried to speak, but Dick pulled on the chain again, and the words turned into a helpless cry. His body rocked forward on instinct, driving Dick’s cock deeper, and his muscles seized around it.
“That’s it,” Dick murmured. “Just ride it out. I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
He rolled his hips again, a lazy thrust that forced a fresh wave of friction through Jason’s core. The clamps swayed with the movement, pulling and tightening, making Jason’s nipples throb with pressure that shot straight down to his cock. He whimpered, hands digging into Dick’s shoulders, legs trembling from holding himself upright.
Dick let his thumb slide under the chain, lifting it just enough to send a jolt through both clamps at once. Jason bucked, crying out.
“I could come just from watching you like this,” Dick whispered, voice reverent. “You’re beautiful when you’re falling apart.”
Jason moaned again, louder now, breathless and cracking. His whole chest was flushed, nipples dark and swollen around the clamps, his abs trembling as he fought to keep control. But he had none left. He was clenching around Dick’s cock with every twitch, his cock hard and untouched between them, leaking down both their stomachs.
Dick tugged the chain one more time, harder now, and thrust up at the same moment.
Jason broke. His body locked, back arched, head thrown back in a choked-off groan that filled the room. Come spilled between them in thick ropes, untouched, Jason gasping, convulsing through it, clenching so tight around Dick’s cock it dragged a groan from his throat too.
Dick held him close, arms wrapping around his waist as Jason sagged forward, twitching and spent. The clamps still throbbed on his chest, but Dick didn’t remove them yet. He kissed the side of Jason’s neck, soft and grounding.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered again. “Just breathe.”
Jason was slumped against him, panting into the curve of Dick’s neck, sweat-slick and trembling from the release. His muscles had gone soft but twitchy, the kind of loose-limbed exhaustion that hit right after orgasm—yet even with his cock emptied, his body wouldn’t settle. Not with the clamps still on. Not with Dick still hard and deep inside him.
Jason groaned when Dick shifted under him, a low ragged sound that vibrated against his collarbone.
“Sensitive?” Dick asked, voice thick, already knowing the answer. Asshole.
Jason gave him a shaky snort, barely lifting his head. “Fucking wrecked, Dickie.”
Dick grinned, hands sliding up Jason’s broad chest, fingertips gliding through the sweat. He leaned forward, brushing lips across Jason’s pecs, kissing the flushed skin like he couldn’t help himself.
“Good,” he murmured, right before his mouth closed over the first clamp.
Jason yelped—a raw, involuntary sound, his back arching off Dick’s lap as the metal bumped against Dick’s lips, tongue laving slow circles around the clamp without removing it. The flick of heat on lukewarm, the edge of pain curling back into arousal—it shot through Jason’s chest like lightning.
“Shit—fuck, Dick—”
Dick latched onto one clamped nipple with savage hunger, teeth grazing metal as he sucked hard enough to make Jason's entire body convulse. When he switched to the other, he growled against the tortured flesh, tongue flicking mercilessly at the trapped nub while his fingers twisted the abandoned clamp. Jason's back arched violently, a strangled sob tearing from his throat as lightning ricocheted from chest to groin, leaving him gasping, begging, drowning.
His cock, unbelievably, was starting to stiffen again—half-hard already, jerking with each tug of the clamp chain that Dick toyed with between his fingers. The sensation was sharp, constant, hot, unbearably focused. His whole chest pulsed with it.
"Look at you," Dick growled, teeth scraping down the center of Jason's chest, leaving red trails in their wake. His voice was raw, almost feral. "Your whole body begs for it—the pain, the pressure. Every time I pull these—" he yanked the chain sharply, making Jason's back arch violently, "—your cock leaks for me. Like you were made for this."
Jason's vision blurred white at the edges. Oxygen wouldn't come. His lungs seized as his fingers carved crescents into Dick's shoulders, breaking skin. A strangled sound—not quite scream, not quite sob—tore from his throat as Dick slammed upward without warning, brutal and possessive, impaling him so deeply he felt split open. The clamps swung violently, each tug against his raw nipples sending electric currents straight to his spine, making his cock jerk and weep between them.
Dick grunted low, gripping Jason’s hips now, fucking up into him with that same unrelenting rhythm—slow but forceful, driving Jason’s overstimulated body up and down like he weighed nothing.
"The way they flush and swell for me," Dick growled, ducking his head to drag his tongue over the trapped flesh. "Christ, Jay—I could get off just looking at what I've done to you."
Jason’s hands scrambled for anything to hold—Dick’s arms, the headboard, the sheets—but his body was unraveling again, nerves fraying as every thrust made the clamps jolt. His cock was fully hard again now, impossibly, leaking over both their stomachs with each bounce, and Dick wasn’t giving him space to think, to breathe, to recover.
"Can't—" Jason gasped, voice breaking on the single syllable.
"Red or green?" Dick's voice was rough against his ear.
Jason's head fell forward until their foreheads met, sweat mingling. "Green," he breathed. "God, green."
Dick growled—deep and feral—and slammed up into him harder, the slap of skin echoing between the moans and wet sounds of Jason’s cock leaking again. His mouth latched back onto one nipple, tongue flicking against the clamp’s edge, while his fingers tugged the chain connecting both.
Jason screamed, full-bodied and helpless, his entire torso jerking as another orgasm slammed through him, sharp and fast and impossible. His body clamped down tight on Dick’s cock, dragging another choked groan out of him as he rutted up one last time and spilled inside.
They collapsed together—Dick still inside him, the clamps still pulling tight on Jason’s flushed, tender chest. Jason trembled in his arms, twitching, legs spread wide and thighs quivering from the effort.
Only then—gently—did Dick reach up and unhook the clamps.
Jason whined, high and broken, as the rush of blood flooded back to his nipples—a fresh new ache that radiated outward in concentric waves of crimson heat. He squirmed helplessly in Dick's lap, not from pain now, but from the lingering pleasure that pulsed like heat lightning across every nerve ending, making his thighs tremble and his spent cock twitch valiantly against his stomach. Dick kissed both abused nipples, soft and slow, his tongue a gentle balm against the angry red flesh. His hands petted down the sweat-slick curve of Jason's back, tracing each knob of his spine with reverent fingertips.
"You're incredible," he murmured, lips brushing against Jason's collarbone, tasting salt.
Jason couldn't answer—just breathed ragged and shallow against the hollow of Dick's throat, his body a furnace burning from the inside out. Every muscle felt liquid, every inch of skin hypersensitive, every part of him lit up, owned, used, and utterly sated.