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Jesse was hanging. He floated in an empty void, punctuated only by whatever sensations Hanzo chose to give him. The blackness before his eyes and the silence in his ears were more profound than anything he had ever experienced before. The orb blocked even his brain’s attempts to add movement to the unnatural stillness. It defied comprehension, forcing him to turn his focus outward.
Soft rope bit into his wrist, pressing it against the cool metal of his prosthetic. His muscles strained to hold their position with the steady pressure on his shoulders. It wasn’t pain, but it was impossible to ignore. His teeth closed around a ring of metal and he relaxed his jaw, letting the ring rattle slightly. Spittle pooled in his mouth, spilling over his lower lip. He could even feel the minute tension of the thin strand magnified a thousand times over.
But those sensations were just the beginning, the least significant part of the massive whole.
The leather collar around his throat weighed heavily against his skin, slightly scratchy, but not enough to chafe. Only enough to remind him that it was there. His chest ached deliciously. Lines of fading pain trailed over his chest, radiating out from one nipple, leaving him off balance and disoriented. His knees ached even against the soft foam of the kneeler and his thighs trembled from the strain of the position, from the aftershocks of the earlier electricity, and from sheer lust and longing.
His ass clenched and flexed around the dildo, chasing more pleasure. The head of the dildo rested against his prostate, enough to taunt him without bringing him any closer to satisfaction.
Not that he could reach it anyway. The metal around his cock felt impossibly heavy even though he knew it wouldn’t harm him. The metal inside his cock rested on his prostate from the other end and every slight movement he made and every footfall Hanzo took caused the slightest vibrations in the sound that he couldn’t help but feel against the hypersensitive inside of his cock.
He was already overwhelmed by pleasure, but they were just getting started.
The fucking machine started moving and a resonance in his chest told him that he must have made some sort of sound. He had no idea how loud he was being without the ability to hear any of it. The stretch and burn and pounding against his prostate nearly stole all his attention away.
Nearly.
A moment later, Hanzo’s cock entered his mouth. It was long and thick and the scent was musky and masculine with the barest hint of whatever fancy soaps Hanzo liked to use. Jesse licked it as much as he could until Hanzo placed one booted foot against his balls, warning him to be still. To just let himself be used.
Jesse relaxed his jaw and throat until Hanzo could press in all the way to the hilt without any restriction whatsoever. He held as still as he could while Hanzo fucked his mouth.
Hanzo took his time, dragging his cock in and out, in and out. Jesse felt every twitch of his muscles, every slight ridge and vein of the member. That warred with the dual stimulation of his prostate for his attention.
The overstimulation only increased his sensitivity. Hanzo placed a hand in Jesse’s hair and his touches felt like fire and electricity, singing over his skin and setting his nerves ablaze. He suspected he was moaning, begging, but he couldn’t even be sure of that. Hanzo owned even his ability to be aware of his own body. Every part of him existed at and for Hanzo’s pleasure.
Far too soon, Hanzo’s rhythm started to stutter and he flooded Jesse’s mouth with his salty-sweet cum. In that moment, it was the best thing Jesse had ever tasted.
Hanzo pulled out and tilted Jesse’s chin back, signaling that he was to keep the cum in his mouth. Jesse didn’t mind. He wanted to savor the taste as long as he could. He was slightly surprised when Hanzo took the gag off, but the surprised turned to pleasure when he felt a ball gag replace it. The feather light touches of Hanzo’s fingers against the back of his neck as he buckled it in place were nearly enough to make Jesse weep.
His hearing returned just long enough for him to hear Hanzo whisper, “Don’t swallow.” Then it was gone again.
Jesse nodded to show he understood, the cum sloshing around inside his mouth. Every instinct told him to swallow, but the ball gag made it difficult enough to do that he held himself back without too much trouble.
Without the cock to distract him, Jesse’s attention returned to the pounding in his ass. He writhed, trying to chase the sensation and escape it at the same time.
Then, the dildo stopped moving. Jesse shifted, perplexed. He had been so close to… to something. He tried to make a noise, unsure if he succeeded or not. Soft hands stroked through his hair, offering him reassurance. He relaxed again.
Relaxation turned to anticipation when he felt thick straps of leather over his thighs, his chest, his arms. His suspicions were confirmed when those same soft hands pulled him up until he was dangling in the air. He had no idea how high off the ground he was, but whatever he was held by made no impression on him other than an anchor, implying it was sturdy enough to hold him through whatever Hanzo had planned for him next.
He just dangled for a couple moments until the hands returned to him. They pulled lightly on his skin and he shuddered in delight when he felt the first clothespin pinch into him. Soon, he was covered with dozens. Intense splotches of feeling on the razor’s edge between pleasure and pain burst across his thighs, his stomach, his chest, his sides, his arms, his back, everywhere Hanzo could reach.
He didn’t know how long he stayed that way, but it was a long time. Long enough for his entire body to be slowly filled with the same swirl of agony and ecstasy. Long enough for him to start swaying in the air as he writhed instinctively against the sensations. Long enough that tears flowed from his eyes and his chest heaved frantically. But it still wasn’t enough. The sensations built and built but they never reached that crescendo. He wanted more. He wanted to be broken.
An interminably long time later, just as the pain was beginning to outpace the pleasure, the soft hands returned. They slowly and gently pulled out the sound and removed the cock cage. Now free, his cock hardened in a matter of moments.
One hand stroked his cock while the other removed the clothespins, sending sparks of even more feeling through him. He was sobbing. The cum gurgled in his mouth as he gasped for air. He had no pride left, no control, nothing to hold up or sustain or defend. Just bundles of nerves laid out for Hanzo to play with as he pleased.
Jesse’s cock throbbed harder than it ever had before. He was sure he screamed when the hand on his cock disappeared, replaced by a warm, wet mouth and a skilled tongue.
Hanzo sent pain coursing through him even as he pulled out the last dregs of pleasure Jesse had left.
When Jesse came, he whited out. The flash of pleasure tore through even the unnatural blindness and he was left in a molten afterglow.
This was always the hardest part, coming down on the other side. The hypersensitivity didn’t just vanish and as Hanzo restored his senses, even more vied for attention from Jesse’s overworked brain.
But Hanzo was close, so close that Jesse could hear the pounding of his heart. He matched his breathing to that until he was almost stable.
“Are you with me?” he heard Hanzo ask as the pressure of the ball gag vanished.
Jesse had to take a moment to remember how to form words, cum spilling out of his mouth until he figured out how to swallow what remained. “H-hurts real good,” he got out.
“Can you get up?”
Jesse tried, but his limbs were confused and uncooperative and everything was bright and spinning and strangely numb.
“Okay, just hold still. I’ll take care of you. I’m going to touch you now.”
Right. Of course. Hanzo was going to take care of him. Look after him. Tear him apart and put him back together right. He was still almost surprised when Hanzo touched him, but he relaxed into his arms anyway.
Distantly, Jesse realized he was floating again. Hanzo was carrying him. Hanzo was strong enough to carry him. Wow. He nuzzled against Hanzo’s neck.
Hanzo chuckled fondly. It vibrated in Jesse’s body just the right amount. Jesse was boneless and breathless, but content.
He dipped down and there was a soft pressure around him and slowly, slowly, sense returned to him enough that he realized that he was in a warm bath. All the sweet smelling, strong smelling scents had been taken out. Just him and the warm water. He closed his eyes, returning himself to a natural and comfortable darkness.
Soft lips pressed tenderly to his forehead. “I’m going to let you rest now, okay? I’ll be right here in this room, but I’m not going to speak. Call me if you need anything.”
The last thing Jesse needed was to be touched or spoken to while he recovered, but he basked in the water, letting his senses return to normal.
As nice as the bath was, the comforting warmth of knowing that he was cared for outmatched every other sensation until Jesse drifted off to sleep, a smile on his face.