Bondage and Marriage - 14

Noah’s slim-designed men’s skincare bottle has never made him think of using it for masturbation, no matter how many times he has picked it up. But now, it looked like an excellent masturbation tool, different from before.

As the cold skincare product trickled between Noah’s butt cheeks, the familiar scent filled the small room.

Ian deliberately made a crude squelching noise as he gently spread Noah’s behind open with his fingers, thrusting in. A completely different motion from before.

Unlike when he first violated Noah, Ian spent a while gently loosening him up before rubbing the blunt bottle against Noah’s trembling behind.

Noah’s body shuddered each time the cold, smooth glass stroked his rear.

“Ah…ah…!”

As Ian applied a bit of force, the well-lubricated bottle slid in easily, spreading Noah’s slightly swollen hole from the earlier abuse.

Noah’s body tensed as the hard, cold object pushed inside him. His face looked slightly distressed, sensing what was to come.

The gentle, languid thrusting changed angles downwards once Noah’s behind was sufficiently loosened.

The blunt yet slightly angled tip dragged along his insides with each deep stroke, making Noah’s body jerk each time.

The cold bottle stimulating him felt completely different from Ian’s cock.

“Please…”

Noah feebly protested and struggled to escape, but his wrists were firmly tied to the headboard, leaving him only able to squirm. Ian delighted in Noah’s thrashing form as he groped the reddened left cheek from the earlier spanking, before thrusting the bottle in earnest.

Like Ian’s cock had done in Noah’s behind earlier, the bottle began pistoning in and out with wet, squelching noises.

Gradually warming to body temperature, the insistent glass rubbed against Noah’s spot relentlessly, just as Ian had done, until Noah’s vision blurred.

He didn’t last long under the blatant stimulation before sobbing and writhing.

The lewd squelching grew louder alongside Noah’s wanton moans – hicks, huicks, ahs…huits, its… No matter how much he swayed his hips or twisted his body, the bound Noah couldn’t escape Ian. As an omega, he knew exactly what would happen from the steady stimulation.

“Aahhh, ah! No, ah…ah…uh…”

Soon, Noah felt waves of dizzying pleasure bordering on unbearable as the orgasm hit. He let out high-pitched cries, rubbing his cheek frantically against the sheets.

While only a trickle of precum dribbled from his front, something hot gushed from his abused behind. Yet Ian didn’t stop violating Noah’s hole.

“Look at you, you’re squirting just from me fucking you with this. And it’s just a skincare bottle.”

“Huick, uh…”

Having just dry orgasmed, Noah’s overly sensitive body could barely tolerate Ian’s relentless hand moving the bottle. Knowing the torment of being forced into back-to-back orgasms, Noah helplessly swayed his hips in time with Ian’s thrusts to try reducing the stimulation.

He could really work those hips well. Ian sneered before finally stopping.

Noah briefly felt relieved, before the skincare bottle was forcefully pushed back in. Initially tense, he relaxed realizing it was just the bottle being deeply inserted.

Ian shoved it almost to the hilt until Noah’s body cringed in pain, then rubbed his own member between Noah’s cheeks.

Surely he’s not going to insert that too, on the first night? Noah wondered in shock, the earlier overwhelming pleasure momentarily forgotten.

But Ian simply ground his slickened cock and perineum against Noah before straddling him, sliding his hardness between Noah’s pressed thighs, mimicking the earlier heated penetration just beneath Noah’s member.

“Keep your legs together. Or this time I’ll shove my phone up your ass.”

Noah clenched his thighs tightly, preferring the phone over blatant stimulation like before. Pressing his legs so close made even lying prone difficult, making Noah squirm until Ian clicked his tongue and gripped his hips, beginning to thrust between the tight channel.

Frottage is usually pleasurable, but this was different. Each powerful upstroke drove the bottle deeper, piston-fucking Noah’s insides with jarring strokes.

“Ik, uhick, ah…ick, ick…”

No matter how Noah moaned in distress, Ian’s relentless thrusts only grew harsher. Despite his sore abdomen, stinging buttocks and raw entrance, Noah welcomed the sensations, subtly swaying his hips to urge Ian’s rougher movements – far better than the unbearable bottle stimulation.

When Ian finally stilled, his spend coated Noah’s stomach and chest. As Noah panted face-down, Ian rezipped himself and firmly shoved the protruding bottle back inside.

“Aahick, ick…”

Noah’s body trembled as he lowered himself, the lengthy bottle burying deeper no matter how flat he lay.

Even when the unbearable fullness made Noah’s legs kick out, Ian didn’t stop until the bottle disappeared between his cheeks. Noah let out a sob.

“Much better view.”

Mocking the immobilized Noah, Ian left once satisfied, the door slamming loudly behind him.

Alone, Noah sniffled. Cruelly left aching and unfulfilled… But he couldn’t help it. He pushed down on his stuffed entrance to keep the bottle lodged inside, gasping at the pressure before fisting his neglected erection.

It didn’t take long for Noah’s sweet cries of release to fill the room.

***

“Uhick…”

Long after Ian departed, Noah finally wrestled the soiled bottle free, coated in unidentifiable fluids. Considering just tossing it, he opted to buy a new one – maybe something thicker, with more…geometric contours, just in case.

“Hehe…”

Unable to even adjust his rumpled sleepwear, Noah basked in contentment. The stained sheets barely registered through his satiated afterglow from finally breaking his long celibacy, immensely grateful to his past self for agreeing to this marriage.

Evaluating the first night – the spanking was pleasantly stinging, the rough treatment very satisfying, the breath control was good, and the creative use of objects delightfully kinky. If there was any concern, it was that Ian’s technique might be too skilled…

Noah’s tastes have always been steadfast. Humiliating situations and degradation? He loves it. Being bound, overwhelmed, breath play, any oppressive scenario – amazing.

Getting his ass thoroughly reddened or being deeply, achingly filled are undoubtedly among his top desires. But what Noah dislikes is his partner forcing multiple orgasms upon him.

It’s not that Noah doesn’t enjoy the pleasure of climaxing. It’s just…no matter how tormented or pained his body may be, he can maintain his sense of self.

But when overwhelmed by sheer ecstasy, his endurance and self-control come utterly undone in a way even excruciating pain can’t match.

Noah may beg for more harsh impacts until his ass splits, never losing himself. But under relentless pleasure, he inevitably surrenders within minutes, shamefully begging as he loses his mind from over-stimulation.

Squirming uncontrollably until the haze finally clears leaves his pride bruised.

A relationship solely about agony? Perfect – pain is pleasure for Noah. Balanced pain and pleasure? Also good. But pure pleasure alone? He hates it. An opposite view from most, but Noah’s preferences solidified from an early devotion to suffering. As drowsiness took him, snuggling under the covers, he thought:

Alright, Ian is clearly here to torment me. Maybe if I really get under his skin, he’ll focus more on hurting than pleasuring me?

Noah was quite skilled at subtly provoking others to mistreat him when younger.

At school, instead of reporting bullies, he’d let them pinch and hit him, occasionally re-igniting their jealousy when their interest waned. (Unfortunately, a maid discovering his bruises blew everything open, friends’ reports ensuring he couldn’t sit with that bully again…)

There was also Jay, who’d grope Noah while extorting money and valuables. Things went fine until the idiot punched Noah’s face by mistake…

Oh, and Lucy’s little gang, whose bullying Noah encouraged by saying “Don’t bully them if they dislike it, bully me instead!” This backfired when his classmates, inspired by his apparent selflessness, collectively turned on the bullies and broke up their group – to Noah’s private disappointment as they praised his good character.

There were others too – Roy with his exceptionally harsh hands, the burly delivery man Phrenet who brought food daily, Dyer who knew how to expertly use his feet, and more recently various club partners like Alex, and now Ian. Noah suddenly reflected on himself. To others, he must seem the type constantly inviting mistreatment… It made some sense why Tanner occasionally scolded him for going too far.

But sometimes, even Noah found it strange. As a Frost, they should have more restraint, yet some still couldn’t resist tormenting him – not that he minded, of course. Regardless, with his experience, Noah felt confident he could successfully provoke Ian into focusing solely on hurting him.

All in all, it was an excellent first night. Nodding in satisfaction, Noah yawned deeply before drifting into a contented slumber.