Part 3

Martin stood by the side of the couch on which Douglas was seated. Martin's hands grabbed each other behind his back. His back was slightly arched in order to balance the tray.

His nipples were aflame from the constant pull of the tray and the glass full of water on it. The burning stretch in his sensitive buds was nothing new to him, he had worse. But the amount of time he spent like this brought a new kind of urgency, a new element into the play.

With each minute that had passed, Martin had felt his boundaries pushed further.

With each minute, the pain doubled, multiplied, raised in power.

It hurt like hell, but Martin was in heaven.

His cock had never been harder before. A constant dripping of pre-come sullied the carpet – just as Douglas had predicted.

Douglas... that man knew him better than he knows himself. That thought sent a shiver of desire through him. His body trembled and the tray tugged with an exciting rhythm on his abused nipples. Martin groaned.

The tray wasn't fastened on his piercing rings as they first had planned to do. But they soon changed their mind. The risk of ripping one (or both) of Martin's piercings out, was too high – they had to consider Martin's bad luck, after all. So Martin had shown Douglas his collection of nipple clamps. While doing so, he had been very reluctant, very blushed and very aroused.

We're looking for something with a tight grip," Douglas had told him. „Something that won't slip of your nipples when you're starting to sweat." He picked up a pair and eyed them suspiciously. Those clamps had a broad, rubber-coated terminal area but Douglas had shook his head. „Interesting, but I think I don't like your nubs to be squeezed like that for such a long time."

Lo-long time?" Martin had squealed.

Douglas had flashed him a toothy grin.

Oh, yes, my Dear. I intend to get to know your limits... to test your boundaries. I want to take my time with you."

Martin had been only capable of whimpering: „Yes, please" in a small breathless voice.

The next clamps who had been abandoned were called Alligators, because just like the animals they had small, but sharp teeth. As Douglas had inspected them, he had felt silent for a moment.

You had tried them?" he had asked finally with an unreadable expression.

Yes," Martin had replied. „They have a really fierce bite."

Enough to draw blood?"

Martin had hesitated.

Sometimes," he had answered evasively.

Throw them in the bin," Douglas had ordered with a rough voice.

What?"

You heard me. Throw them away. I don't... I don't care what that man did to you," Douglas had told him and his voice had become softer. „I have to admit, I enjoy teasing you nipples... and I may even like to torture them... if that's what you want, too. But... I won't damage you. Never."

Martin had been too moved to give an answer. So he had just given Douglas a soft, loving kiss on his lips and thankfully Douglas had seemed to understand.

Okay," Martin had breathed after one final lick over Douglas' tempting mouth. „No squeezing, no damaging... but still a firm grip. I think this pair will meet all demands perfectly." And he had shown Douglas the Barrel Clamps. „You see... the grip can be adjusted from soft to firm. And they grip the nipples only at the base... no squeezing. And the chain from the tray can go through the attached rings. What do you think?"

Oh yes... they might be just the thing to scratch your constant itch," Douglas had said with a devilish smile.

A smile that was very similar to the smirk which lit up his face as he lifted his glass from the tray to take a tiny sip and putting it right back.

Martin sighed. It was bliss. Pure bliss.

The few seconds of exquisite relief, when the glass had been lifted from his tray. The renewed stretch on his flesh, when the glass was put back. Oh, the lovely, lovely burning stretch... each stretch, each pull, each tug, each shiver meant a new delicious surge of need, a new wave of want.

His cock was leaking and twitching, begging to be touched... but Douglas only but a saucer under his dripping wet cock and while Martin's cheeks went red with humiliation, his traitorous cock was twitching again, betraying his constant arousal.

It went on and on. The sweet – but much too short – relief and the even sweeter agony which accompanied the loss and replacement of Douglas' glass on Martin's tray. Just as Martin feared – or hoped, he wasn't so sure anymore – he might go insane from the ongoing mix of pleasure and pain, Douglas took pity on him.

The glass was set down on the floor, the leather strap (which had secured the tray around his waist) was loosened and the chain through the rings of his clamps was gone. Douglas' steady, warm hands grabbed his hips and were directing him gently to the coffee table, where he sat down with a deep sigh of relief.

„Spread your legs," Douglas murmured and Martin obeyed while closing his eyes. „God... look at you," Douglas breathed. „You're gorgeous."

„Please..." Martin whimpered. He couldn't stand this one more minute. He needed... needed...

„What do you want, Love?" Douglas whispered hoarsely. „Do you want to come? Do you want me to rub your wet, dripping, cock? Or do you want to jerk off in front of me? Do you want the clamps to be gone? Or do you want to enjoy them a little bit longer? Do you want me to pull and twist them? To stretch your lovely nubs a little bit more? To torture them a little bit longer? Look at them... so swollen and tender... I bet they're hypersensitive by now. Hmmmm, Martin... what do you want?"

„YES!" Martin cried. „Anything, nothing, everything..." He nearly sobbed and felt the large, steady, warm hands of Douglas on his back, Drawing reassuring circles on his skin.

„Relax, Darling. Just lie back... I'll take care of you... I know exactly what you want... what you need..." Douglas' voice had a soothing effect and Martin lowered himself fully on the coffee table. His cock twitched again as Douglas' breath ghosted over the hot flesh. His whole body shuddered with hope and want and need and the nipple clamps danced with the rest of his body again tugging on the sore nubs. It was heavenly.

And then he felt Douglas' mouth engulfing his neglected cock and his whole body quivered with lust. While Douglas sucked, licked and nibbled on his straining erection, his fingers searched for the clamps to twist them cruelly and mercilessly again and again to the rhythm in which his head bobbed up and down between Martin's thighs.

It didn't take long for Martin to reach the peak of his ecstasy. A dark fire burned in him, linking his tortured nipples directly with his suffering cock. Just a hint of Douglas' teeth was in the end all it took.

„Doug... nnnggghhh... I'm... I'm..."

Douglas sucked hard and removed the clamps at the same time.

The pain of the removal surged like lava through Martin's nipples, chest and cock. He cried himself hoarse while he was coming down Douglas' throat.

Afterwards he found himself in Douglas' arms on the couch. His limp cock trapped between their bodies and pressed against Douglas hard cock while Douglas rutted against him.

„Douglas... let me..." he said softly and tried to lift his arm, but it was of no use. He was to tired, to sated.

„You... don't... have... to..." Douglas grunted. Then he sighed, stiffened and spilled himself on Martin's stomach.

„That was quick..." Martin murmured.

„I think you underestimated your appeal to me... I couldn't held back a second longer." Douglas moaned softly. „What do you think about a thorough tongue-bath to soothe those sore nubs?"

„Oh, yes... I think I would like that," Martin sighed and arched his back a little.

„Your wish is my command," Douglas smiled and fixed his concentration on the abused flesh of his lover.

Martin sighed again. Douglas' tongue felt marvellous. His nipples were still peaked and erect. The dull throbbing of the beloved torture still there, still burning inside him, prolonging his need. The wet tongue was soft and soothing and tender but nevertheless ignited a new spark of desire in Martin. His nipples ached and his cock twitched again... filling... hardening... Martin moaned and Douglas stopped and stared at the half-hard cock rubbing against his stomach.

„You can't be serious," Douglas exclaimed. „Not so soon after you came that hard!"

„You underestimate your appeal to me," Martin giggled and sighed at the same time.

Douglas gave him a sly look.

„You like your nipples to be sucked."

„Yes," Martin confirmed with a breathy moan.

„Ever tried something like vacuum nipple suckers?" Douglas asked with a fake innocent smile and continued to soothe – or rather to arouse - Martin's sore nubs with his tongue.

(to be continued...)