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“So fucking pretty,” Arthur murmurs, palming his cock through his jeans, it's the only piece of clothing he's wearing right now as he stands above the love of his life.
Charles's only reply is a whimper before he's silent again and the only noise besides their shared labored breathing is the hum of the vibrator.
At the end of their bed, Charles's arms are tied together by black rope, the rope also connected to the end of the bed frame. Charles's legs spread so perfectly to where a large V could fit between them. It's the best view for Arthur, especially paired with Charles's teary eyes.
A wand vibrator buzzes against his hard cock on its medium setting. Once in a while, the vibrator makes Charles clench down on the big red plug in his ass. It's not one of their vibrating plugs, but it's one of the bigger ones that presses against Charles's prostate without even trying.
Charles whines again, bucking his hips and trying to say something muffled but Arthur smirks and kneels in front of Charles, using a thumb to wipe away tears.
“Love ya with the gag darling," Arthur coos. When a sufficient amount of tears are wiped away Arthur takes his hand back to unzip his pants and push them down just enough to let his aching cock spring free, dripping pre at the sight of Charles. He also quickly removes his shirt.
The ball gag is the same shade of red as the plug in Charles's ass.
Arthur, with a cruel smirk, ups the vibrator another level, to medium high. Charles responds with a pathetic moan.
That's when the first orgasm of the night rolls through Charles. His eyes roll into the back of his head and his legs shake, toes curling. His cock shoots cum over his own stomach, the vibe, and some of the floor.
The pleasure moans quickly turn into panicked noises from Charles as he realizes Arthur isn't taking away the vibe. Charles looks up with pleading eyes.
The man is just kneeling before him, locking his eyes with Charles’s as he bites his bottom lip. Teasing smirk and looking at Charles with pure lust in his eyes.
Charles felt he might be in the good kind of trouble.
To be fair, Charles had agreed to be tied up and have the plug and vibe, but he didn't know what else Arthur had planned. But overstimulation was something they had talked about before, for both of them. Arthur liked being forced to cum until he couldn't anymore and Charles enjoyed it in general.
And oh, he was indeed enjoying this. If he wasn't he'd have snapped his fingers already.
“Feel good, baby?” Arthur asks as he strokes his cock, Charles's eyes tracking the drop of pre-cum that falls to the carpeted floor.
There's a new edge added to Charles's pleasure. With the vibrator not having been removed since his orgasm, the overstimulation makes his cock jump weakly, still half-hard. It's painfully sensitive but unable to resist the relentless buzz. Drool seeps past the gag's edges, and his fingers flex uselessly against the rope.
“Ohhh, sweetheart,” Arthur says as he watches, mesmerized, as Charles’s thighs tremble when another wave builds, far, far too soon. “Are you really gonna cum again? So soon?”
Charles throws his head to the side, and then to the other one, no position seeming fully comfortable as he tries to fight the second orgasm that's coming.
His stomach clenches visibly, breath hitching. His pleasure feels sharper, more teetering on the line of pain and pleasure.
Charles can't move his head anymore though when Arthur's free hand (the one not playing with the head of his own cock) grabs his chin and gives him a quick kiss to his forehead before letting go.
“Such a good girl,” Arthur says, eyes so full of love and lust that Charles can't take it.
With the praise and the mention of being a good girl, Charles is coming again in short, pathetic spurts that barely make it past his hipbone. His moan sounds wrecked, half a sob breaking through when the vibrator doesn't stop.
"You're so goddamn pretty like this," Arthur growls, leaning in to lick a stripe up Charles’s neck as the other man sobs. The salt and heat of his skin make Arthur groan.
But Arthur still doesn't pull the vibe away, and now it is painful. The muscles in Charles's stomach tighten, and his calves do too.
Charles is really crying now with heaving sobs and fat tears that roll down his cheeks. He can't breath, can't feel anything but the overwhelming, sharp, pleasure on his cock.
"Shh, shh, baby," Arthur murmurs, but the comfort falls on mostly deaf ears as Charles cries and cries. “Gonna make you come one more time like this, shhh just one more, then I’ll fuck you."
Charles arches his hips, unable to free himself from the sex toy's assault on his cock.
Arthur lets go of his cock, he can't touch it anymore or he's sure he'll cum. Charles just looks too good right now, he wants to cum over him and fill him up hundreds of times if he could, but he doesn't wanna waste his load now.
“Fucking perfect, love you, darlin’,” Arthur praises, dragging his nails along Charles’s body, whoever he can reach. His chest, his thighs, close to his cock.
The sharp yet featherlight touches have Charles trying to push into yet pull away from Arthur.
Charles is fully crying now, hot tears on his cheeks, his chest rising and falling as he takes deep, heavy, breaths. It almost sounds like he's suffocating, but Arthur knows he's only suffocating in subspace pleasure or he'd be tapping out.
Arthur coos sweet little nothings to Charles as the love of his life comes for a third time.
Charles screams.
It's pathetic. Cum doesn't even spurt from his cock anymore, it more so drools down his length. Charles sobs and whines and yelps through the whole thing.
“Hmm, think you can take more?” Arthur carefully asks. He's immediately met with the snap of Charles's fingers, his non-verbal safeword.
“Okay, baby,” Arthur says, chuckling as he turns off the vibrator. Charles slumps and a few more tears roll down his cheeks.
Arthur kisses his forehead. “Gonna let you calm down, then we'll get this all off of ya, okay?”
Charles nods.
When Charles has finally calmed down from his third painful orgasm the first thing Arthur does is remove the vibe, wanting it to be off his lover as soon as possible.
Next, Arthur very gently unties Charles, removes the gag, and kisses over his tear tracks. He grabs Charles's hands and soothes the wrists.
“You still wanna be fucked?” Arthur asks, looking down. His cock is an angry red at the tip, throbbing and hard. Charles's is half hard, twitching and leaking like it's crying.
After a moment of consideration, Charles nods. His cock might hurt, but his hole needs more than the plug. Needs Arthur's big, alive, throbbing cock.
“I want a verbal yes,” Arthur says.
“Please,” Charles croaks. His normally calm voice is now sandpaper, hoarse and weak from all the crying.
Arthur smiles. “Okay on the bed for me then.”
Charles gets help from Arthur as he's lifted onto shaky legs just enough to stand up, round the bed’s corner, and proceeds to lay on his back.
Arthur positions himself kneeling between Charles’s legs, grabbing them and hoisting them over his shoulders. His hand very gently removes the plug from Charles's ass, mumbling an apology as Charles winces when the plug pops free.
Arthur knows Charles's hole is stretched and ready for him as he gazes at the slightly agape hole, Charles clenching down on nothing. Arthur lines his cock up and presses slowly in (the amount of lube they used to get the plug in there is trickling nice and pretty out of Charles's hole).
Charles moans like a trained slut (Arthur's trained slut) when Arthur goes balls deep. He's not as full as when he had the plug in, but it feels so much better to have Arthur's throbbing, hot, alive cock inside him.
Arthur pulls almost all the way out and then slowly pushes back in, making sure Charles can feel every inch. He does it a few more times until his own cock throbs, urging him to speed.
“Such a good pussy,” Arthur groans, picking up his pace to eagerly fuck into Charles's amazing hole.
Arthur moans. Charles's hole, as always, is hot and wet and just so perfect. His cock is squeezed so good. Charles is better than any fleshlight, but he’s still Arthur's personal fleshlight.
Arthur starts at a fast pace, his hips slapping against Charles's ass every time. Charles lets out breathy little moans, and grabs the blankets at his sides. He closes his eyes and hears Arthur moan.
“Prettier than a picture darling,” Arthur says as he aims his thrusts perfectly into Charles's sensitive prostate.
Charles opens his eyes with a smirk. Arthur watches as a bead of sweat rolls down his face, then gazes into his beautiful, teary, and bright eyes.
“Love you,” Charles mumbles.
“Fuck,” Arthur whimpers when Charles clenches down on purpose, making himself tighter for a moment. “Love you more.”
Charles moans and closes his eyes again, in pure bliss. There's no stimulation directly on his cock for once in the last two hours or so. The stimulation on his prostate is different and feels much better after his torture.
Or that's what he thought as his eyes snapped open when Arthur's hand started stroking his cock.
“Stop,” Charles says, getting his sore hands to work to push at Arthur's hand, chest, anything he could reach. “Stop! Arthur! Stop!”
In a flash of movement Arthur bends Charles's body like a folded up ironing board, knees against his chest while Arthur also grabs Charles's wrists with a single hand.
Arthur looks deadly like this, one hand still wrapped around Charles's cock and the other holding Charles's wrists tight together against the bed.
Arthur stares and gives a tug to Charles's sensitive cock, making the man hiss. He looks like he's asking for something without using his words.
Charles has seen that look before, when he's gone through rough bdsm sessions and Arthur wants to make sure he's not overstepping.
Directly asking for Charles's status may take the man out of the fantasy (especially very mental ones like an abused housewife, consensual non-consent, etc.), so Arthur started giving him that look.
“Green,” Charles confirms, then he curses, and that curse word quickly turns into a scream when Arthur resumes stroking his sore cock.
Charles had claimed he wanted Arthur to stop, but Arthur knew better. He knew what Charles liked, what he needed. When he didn't use his safeword, Arthur knew what he really wanted.
Even as Charles’s body trembled from overstimulation, his cock was dripping, twitching, aching clearly, somehow desperate to come again even after the torture his husband had put it through. Charles was sobbing and writhing, and Arthur let out a breathy moan at his husband's ruined state.
Arthur's grip tightened, thumb occasionally swiping over the head on every upward stroke, and Charles bucked against him, his mouth open in a wordless cry.
Charles's thighs were shaking, his toes curling, and Arthur could feel the way his cock pulsed under his palm, throbbing with every merciless stroke.
"You're close," Arthur murmured, low and rough against Charles’s ear. "I can feel it." He sped up, his pounding against Charles's prostate becoming much rougher. Charles arched off the bed into Arthur with a choked-out whine.
It was too much, blinding pleasure-pain. Charles's entire world narrows to the unbearable heat coiling in his gut, the slick slide of Arthur's hand, the pressure of his fingers bruising his wrists, and the delicious feeling of Arthur's tip hitting his bundle of nerves.
Charles's hips jerked erratically as Arthur worked him toward the edge. And then, Arthur groaned, deep and shuddering against him, his own hips stuttering as he pressed Charles harder into the mattress. Charles felt it, the warm feeling of Arthur's cum filling his guts.
It triggered Charles into his fourth fucking orgasm.
This orgasm tore through Charles like a lightning strike, he moaned brokenly as his cock pulsed violently in Arthur’s grip. His vision whited out, his scream raw and broken, every nerve alight with pleasure so intense it bordered on agony.
Arthur didn’t stop, didn’t relent. He kept stroking him, milking Charles through it, until Charles was whining and moving, oversensitive and desperate, his voice cracking on a garbled plea for Arthur to stop.
“Look at you,” Arthur murmured, thumb brushing Charles’s stomach, collecting cum bringing it to his own lips with a slow, deliberate smirk. “My good girl.”
When Arthur pulls out Charles is still hiccuping and sobbing, a few coughs here and there. He's shed so many tears the empty plastic water bottle on their nightstand could be full.
“Hey, hey shhh. It's okay darling,” Arthur whispers. He rolls onto his side to face Charles opening his arms in an invitation for cuddles.
Charles immediately accepts it, turning onto his side to nuzzle into Arthur's neck as he finally takes a few full, deep breaths.
They're both gross and desperately need a shower and some fresh sheets on the bed. But for now they cuddle with arms wrapped around each other and legs tangled, allowing Charles to slowly calm down as well as crawl out of subspace.
“You okay?” Arthur asks after a few moments of relaxing, peaceful silence.
“It was a lot,” Charles admits with a rough voice as his hands squeeze the flesh of Arthur's back like a lifeline.
A small butterfly of worry starts fluttering around in Arthur's stomach. “Good or bad a lot?”
“Good,” Charles says, nuzzling into Arthur's chest hair. “Wanna stay like this for a bit now.”
“Of course,” Arthur replies, peppering kisses everywhere he can. “So good for me.”
And they do. Eventually, they'll get in the shower together where Charles may give Arthur a blowjob as they usually do. Then they'll have dinner like nothing kinky happened today, and go to sleep in the same bed, this time with clean sheets and bedding.
But for now they cuddle close, with Arthur carding his hands through Charles's soft locks, and whispering praise into his girl's ears.