Nipple Clamps And A Dildo

“Another package?” James muttered under his breath, his hands trembling as he picked up the small, discreetly wrapped box on his desk. The church was silent, the early morning sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the room. His heart raced as he tore open the wrapping, revealing a sleek dildo and a pair of nipple clamps inside. “Who sent this?” he whispered, his voice barely audible. But deep down, he knew. The same person who had sent the plug, the same person who had made him wear it during Bible study.

His mind raced. He couldn’t do this here, not in the church. The risk of being caught was too high. With a shaky breath, he shoved the items into his satchel and made his way to the parsonage, his steps hurried and anxious. Once inside, he locked the door closed behind him, drew the blinds, and let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. The house was silent, save for the sound of his own rapid heartbeat.

He set the satchel on the kitchen table, his fingers trembling as he unzipped it and pulled out the contents. The dildo was a deep, shimmering black, smooth and tapered, with a ridged shaft that promised intensity. The nipple clamps were simple but elegant, with small silver chains connecting the two. His mouth went dry at the sight of them, a mix of fear and anticipation coiling in his stomach.

“What am I doing?” he murmured to himself, but his body was already betraying him. His cock twitched in his pants, a low heat building in his groin. He reached a hand down, pressing it against his hardening length, and let out a shaky breath. “God forgive me,” he whispered, but the plea sounded hollow, even to his own ears.

With trembling hands, he unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. His chest was exposed, his nipples already stiff from the cool air and the mounting arousal. He picked up the nipple clamps, running his fingers over the smooth metal. “Okay,” he breathed, closing his eyes as he brought the clamp to his left nipple. The cold metal pressed against the sensitive bud, and he hissed at the sensation. He hesitated for a moment, then snapped it into place.

“Ah!” he gasped, the sharp pinch sending a jolt of pain, and pleasure, through him. His cock throbbed in response, and he reached down to palm himself through his pants. The second clamp followed, and he moaned softly, his head falling back as the pressure and the pleasure intertwined. The chains between them jingled softly as he moved, a constant reminder of the new weight on his chest.

He unbuckled his belt, letting his trousers and boxers fall to the floor in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, already hard and leaking. He stepped out of the pile of fabric, completely exposed now, and reached for the dildo. His hand trembled as he grabbed the bottle of lube from the table, pouring a generous amount onto his fingers. He stroked the dildo with it, coating the ridges with the slick liquid, his heart pounding in his chest.

James took a deep breath, his legs trembling as he moved to the couch. He lay back, his chest rising and falling rapidly, the nipple clamps pulling slightly with each breath. He brought the dildo to his entrance, the tip pressing against the tight ring of muscle. “Oh God,” he moaned, his voice trembling as he pressed it in.

The first inch was a stretch, the slick ridges of the dildo forcing his hole to open up. He clenched his teeth, his hands gripping the couch cushions as he pushed it deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, the fullness sending waves of pleasure through him. His cock twitched against his stomach, pre-cum beading at the tip as he worked the dildo in and out, slowly, carefully.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hips bucking forward as the dildo hit his sweet spot. The pleasure was intense, his entire body trembling with the **** of it. He thrust the dildo deeper, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he pounded himself. The chains of the nipple clamps jingled with each movement, the constant tug on his nipples adding to the overwhelming sensations.

“Harder,” he whispered, his voice barely audible as he increased the pace. The dildo slammed into him, the ridges rubbing against his sensitive walls, sending jolts of pleasure through him. His cock throbbed, **** for release, but he ignored it, focusing instead on the intense pleasure radiating from his ass.

He pulled the dildo almost all the way out, then slammed it back in, a guttural moan escaping his lips. The sound echoed through the empty parsonage, filling the room with his desperation. He fucked himself with the dildo, his hips bucking wildly, his entire body consumed by the pleasure. The nipple clamps tugged with each thrust, the pain and pleasure blending together in a way that drove him wild.

“Yes,” he hissed, his eyes squeezing shut as the dildo hit his sweet spot again. His cock twitched, pre-cum dripping onto his stomach as he pounded himself. The pleasure was building, coiling in his groin, threatening to overwhelm him. He thrust the dildo in again, his entire body trembling as he neared the edge.

“I’m close,” he panted, his voice ragged. He slammed the dildo into himself one last time, and that was all it took. The pleasure exploded, his vision going white as he came. His cock twitched, ropes of cum shooting onto his stomach as he rode out the waves of ecstasy.

His body went limp, his breathing heavy as he pulled the dildo out, a shaky moan escaping his lips. He lay there, completely spent, the nipple clamps still tugging at his sensitive nipples. His heart was still racing, his body trembling with aftershocks.