Warning: This excerpt is of adult men participating in adult situations with other men.
Kevin chuckled. “You always did like them exposed and helpless.” Ian shivered and groaned.
Taren gave one of his nipples a pinch. “This boy likes it that way.” He gave Ian’s ass a sharp slap. “Don’t you, boy?”
Ian’s hips jerked up and he gasped, “Y-yes, sir.”
While Taren gently, slowly inserted the beads, Kevin split his time between watching and playing with the screws against Ian’s nipples.
This nipple jewelry is wonderful,” Kevin gushed. “I think I’ll be investing in some for me and Colleen. Love how I can tighten them up, then loosen them or just leave them alone.” With each statement, Kevin made a big show of demonstrating his observations.
Ian moaned and shifted around in the sling, back arching while he tried wiggling his hips. This time Taren was ready for the way Ian swayed, though it was almost impossible for him to make any extensive moves. Taren imagined--hoped—it would increase Ian’s frustration and enjoyment.
Taren took his time, moving the string in then easing it partially out before pushing it farther inside. He let the sling do some of the work for him, drawing Ian in then nudging his boy a few inches away. Ian’s chest flushed and small spasms shivered through his body.
Each time Kevin tightened or loosened the nipple screws, Ian’s moans ended in a whimper. Taren turned the beads as he pressed the final group into Ian.
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