He can't just keep going while Ba'al does this to him. His hand drops to the bed next to him, and his jaw goes slack as the rod sinks into him the first time. It is a strain, almost-hurt, a wild and terrifying feeling. He can't tear his eyes away from the length slowly vanishing into his dick, the point of strain that moves lower and lower --
A shuddery gasp as Ba'al pulls it out again, and then his leg curls up for balance and his hand fists tight in the sheets as it sinks again. Shaky breaths. Again, a release of tension when Ba'al pulls it back, and this time, it yields an actual moan, and Sinjir's body goes tight from rib cage to thighs, his hips rising just a fraction. He is shocked by the feeling, by the intensity of his reaction, the stretch that keeps drifting deeper and the way the tip of his cock has stretched to accommodate the penetration.
Finally, it seats itself just a little bit too deep, and Sinjir watches as Ba'al binds him with a solid ring and a little chain. It's halfway between adornment and bondage, and he feels stretched open and taken in more ways than one.
His hand lifts, tentative. "You said I couldn't touch myself," he says. "May I...?" Wide and dark eyes searching Ba'al's for permission. Not to get himself off, but to touch how the chain feels against his skin. To explore it, to make it more real.
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A shuddery gasp as Ba'al pulls it out again, and then his leg curls up for balance and his hand fists tight in the sheets as it sinks again. Shaky breaths. Again, a release of tension when Ba'al pulls it back, and this time, it yields an actual moan, and Sinjir's body goes tight from rib cage to thighs, his hips rising just a fraction. He is shocked by the feeling, by the intensity of his reaction, the stretch that keeps drifting deeper and the way the tip of his cock has stretched to accommodate the penetration.
Finally, it seats itself just a little bit too deep, and Sinjir watches as Ba'al binds him with a solid ring and a little chain. It's halfway between adornment and bondage, and he feels stretched open and taken in more ways than one.
His hand lifts, tentative. "You said I couldn't touch myself," he says. "May I...?" Wide and dark eyes searching Ba'al's for permission. Not to get himself off, but to touch how the chain feels against his skin. To explore it, to make it more real.