Free Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3 by Various Authors

tonight."
    "You're killing me," Sinn said. He wiggled against the tight bindings, his hands fisted. His cock bobbed beautifully. He needed more, Will decided. Yes, more. Back to the cupboard he pulled open a drawer and studied the contents inside. He found the ball bearings. Three. Two with clamps for his nipples, one with a slender short silver slip-chain for another part of his anatomy.
    First Will affixed the slip chain just beneath the ridge of Sinn's cockhead. Sinn cried out and his stiff erection was pulled downward. He shuddered. Will gave him a moment to get used to the weight. The small weighted ball swung back and forth, the silver chain glinted, his cock burned an even deeper shade of magenta. Sinn gritted his teeth.
    Will placed his oily gloved hand against Sinn's chest, stroked in swirling motions over his torso, down toward his abdomen, sifted through the golden hair at his groin and back up to his chest lightly dusted in fine blond hair. He tweaked a nipple drawing it hard and tight, drew it out and then attached the first clamp.
    "Fuck!" Sinn shivered. Will waited, letting the pain abate to a dull throb. He stroked across the pinched nipple causing Sinn to shudder at the exquisite blend of pain and pleasure.
    "Do you want me to stop?" Will asked. "Is it too much?"
    "I want to come," Sinn said, but not quite the tone Will was waiting to hear. He turned to Sinn's other nipple and prepared him in the same way, then waiting for the driving pain to abate. He stepped away.
    "You can't come yet. We've hardly begun. And now, as much as you might want to disobey me and climax, you can't. Not until I'm ready for you to come. But you will stay nice and hard for me."
    Will went back to the cabinet and picked up a vial of sensitizing oil. He went back to Sinn. Pouring some of the oil into his palm he then began to stroke over Sinn body. Shoulders, arms, chest, hips, legs. Every inch of him was coated in the musky scented oil. He reached around and stroked across Sinn's ass, his fingers settled in the crease. He found his small asshole. Just a taste, a light penetration giving them both an edge to the moment when Will would finally possess him there. He dipped the oiled tip of his middle finger past the tight ring of muscle. He felt Sinn draw breath. A tight hole and he had to push past the unyielding ring of muscle. Ah, there, and he slipped inside, just to the crease of the first joint of his finger. He wiggled.
    "You're killing me," Sinn groaned. "I can't stand much more without coming."
    Will pulled his finger out, so he just brushed Sinn's opening, then pressed in again. He repeated the act over and over again, until Sinn was wiggling against the bonds, and then finally pushing back with his hips, reaching for that finger, trying to make Will penetrate him more thoroughly. But it was Will who had the control. He pressed his finger to that first joint and left it there, unmoving. Sinn finally stopped his contortions. His head dropped forward, acquiescing to Will's control.
    "Bobby never knew you were gay, did he?"
    Sinn's head shot up, he turned toward Will's voice, but with the mask he couldn't see him. All he could do was listen and feel. The weights, the thong, the tit clamps, reminding him very keenly of who was in charge. Will waited for his answer.
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    Sinn's mind was in chaos. There were so many sensations going on inside him right now, he couldn't tell if he was up or down. It was like some sort of high without the drugs.
    "Ahhh," he rolled his head back and forth. Memories of Reverie, of Bobby, of that asshole Charlie, of feeling like every day he had to hide, had to control every thought, every action, every glance. Now, here, in this room he felt like the layers of his skin were peeled wide open. Every inch of him exposed to Will. A man who should have been a stranger, but wasn't.
    "Answer me. He didn't know did he?" Will's warm breath feathered across Sinn's cheek. Stretched taut, weighed down, the echo of