The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek

10

Paris couldn't feel any part of his body, but he could at the same time.

His hands were tied behind his back, the ropes crossed all over his body, a ball gag in his mouth with his face shoved into the mattress while his legs were kept open with a bar spreader and a big black dildo cock was being shoved inside him like it was no man's business.

Not that he even felt like a man anymore.

He couldn't breathe, but his body liked that. His body also liked the fact that he couldn't move and that he couldn't also run his mouth at the same time. He was already so sure if the gag wasn't there, he'd say something and ruin this.

Which he felt like doing.

Not that he was even thinking straight at the moment, he wasn't. His waist and back was beginning to hurt and he could feel the ropes digging deeper into his flesh and the wounds from the whip she had used.

Did he want her to stop still?

No.

Any reasonable person would. At the rate she was going, he knew he would bleed from it. That, and also he might not play basketball for a while, but that was the thing about being with her.

He could forget that he was a disgrace of a son, a hypocrite. He could let it all go, because she wouldn't judge him.

Because she'd fuck him like the slut he was.

Just as she was doing now.

And it felt good. Fuck, it felt good. It did hurt, but that didn't even matter. His brain had shut down again, as always, around her, and all he could keep thinking on repeat was how badly he wanted to cum, but he couldn't because she had put some long pin looking thingy in his cock hole.

In fact, she kept riding him till she was sure he wanted to orgasm, and then she'd stop, let him have a breather or two before she'd slam herself inside him again.

How was she so athletic? Paris felt like he was going to die if she didn't stop. Whether from pain, or pleasure, he didn't know but whatever complaints he had just came out in gobs of spittle coming out from his mouth.

She was probably destroying his insides now, and maybe he wanted her to. Maybe he wanted her to make him unable to cum unless she was the one touching him as well.

Paris didn't even know when she grabbed his hair and pulled him erect, thrusting in deeper than he even thought possible while she used her other hand to take the pin out.

He could feel himself getting close but he didn't want to cum now. He liked her making feel so complete and full and restricted.

But his dick had a mind of his own.

For the first time in his life, he cummed with no abandon. More than he ever had, and she pumped him till there was nothing left and shudders ran through his body.