Nipple Clamps

When Mike stands up, you can’t see what it’s in his hand.

“Come here.”

You hesitate, but decide not to make things worse. You slowly walk towards him.

“Close your eyes,” he commands as soon as you reach him. You do as instructed, your heart beating erratically in your chest.

Suddenly, something clamps down hard on your nipple! You cry out, your eyes snapping open. You look down just in time to see him snap the second nipple clamp closed on the other.

You cry out and your hands shoot to grab your breasts, but he quickly snatches up your wrists and pushes you backwards. You fall back on the bed, Mike going with you, pinning your wrists to the mattress.

You writhe beneath him, whimpering at the pain shooting through your nipples. They were already incredibly sensitive. This hurt!

With tears streaming from your eyes, you see him staring at you intently, just watching you as you writhe helplessly below him. After a few moments of doing nothing but watching you squirm, Mike slides off your hips and slips himself between your legs. Mike is still wearing his jeans, but you can feel the bulge pressing against your panties. Still, holding tightly to your wrists, he sits back, bringing your hands to your hips.

He presses your wrists tightly against your hips and starts humping you.

At first, you’re confused as to why he’s doing that, but once your tits start bouncing, you realize why. The nipple clamps on their own were almost torturous, but when they’re bouncing it becomes a mix of pleasure and pain. The action makes you cry out, your hips instinctively rocking back against his. You whimper and moan, your head shaking back and forth as you try to fight this strange feeling.

Mike humps you in silence for a few minutes, his eyes watching you intently.

Suddenly, you feel yourself being rolled onto your knees. He releases your wrists, allowing you to prop yourself up. He grips your hips again and starts humping you from behind like a mad man. You cry out and moan as your breasts start swinging. The pleasure and pain you felt before was nothing compared to what you’re feeling now as gravity works with Mike.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whimper, not knowing what else to do to make this stop. You’re too sensitive for this. It’s driving you up the wall and you don’t know what to do. “I’m sorry!” you cry again, lowering your head so that your long hair falls over your shoulders and covers your face.

Mike suddenly stops. He flips you onto your back and straddles your waist. You look up to see an almost blank face looking back down at you.

It’s terrifying. You’ve never seen him look like this.

You swallow nervously, your entire body shaking in fear.

Mike takes a nipple clamp into each hand starts gently pulling. You cry out, arching towards him to try and relieve the pressure. He gives a small twist and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“I-I’m sorry! Please! It hurts!”

Suddenly the pain lessens, but doesn’t completely disappear, as the he releases the clamps.

You let out a shaky breath of relief. “T-Thank you.”

His lips are suddenly on one of your nipples and you cry out as he takes advantage of their incredibly sore state by alternating between licking, sucking, and nipping. He takes turns between your breasts, his hands twisting and pinching whichever one his mouth isn’t paying attention to.

He’s letting you writhe and moan against him, your hands gripping his thighs as tight as you can. You’re partly trying to slide out from under his weight and partly enjoying the strange sensation of this pain and pleasure mix.

Mike eventually pulls back and stares down at you silently. After what feels like forever of you staring up at him in fear, he asks you a question. “Will you be a good girl now, Jane?”

Shaking, you can only nod.

His hand reaches out and gently caresses your cheek, but his eyes betray any softness. They’re still hard and dark. “Make it up to me.”

You start shaking again, wondering what you should do. He’s pinning you down with his legs, so you’re options are limited. Really, you just have your hand free.

As if realizing your train of thought, he takes one of your hands and lays it on the bulge struggling against his jeans.

With a shaky breath and trembling fingers, you start undoing his belt, then his button, and finally his zipper. You reach in and lower his boxer shorts as much as you can, allowing his cock to spring free.

It’s so big!

Well, to you at least. You’ve never really seen one that wasn’t flaccid in a science book.

Trembling more than you’ve ever trembled before, you wrap one of your hands around it. You can already see liquid oozing out of the tip and wince as it drips onto your wrist. You gently start moving your hand up and down his shaft, precum dripping down your hand to give you a little bit of lubrication.

With a grunt, Mike pulls your hand away with a glare. “Spit in your hand. It’s too dry.”

You do as told and try again, but Mike just growls in irritation. “Grip it harder, Jane.” You do as instructed, but it doesn’t seem to please him at all.

“I-I’m sorry…” you whimper, looking up at him pleadingly. “I-I’ve never d-done this b-before.” You fight back a sob as you look up at the annoyed face.

With a growl, Mike grabs your hand on his shaft, adjusts your grip with his and starts moving your hand back and forth as the desired pace. He grabs your other hand with his other one and slips it into his jeans, making you cup his balls. However, he’s not able to control the hand inside.

“Massage them.”

You do.

You have to spit in your hand a few more times, but eventually, he starts moaning. His own hands slip off yours and he closes his eyes tightly. Feeling a bit more confident in what you’re doing now, you continue at the pace he set, trying to your hardest to keep your grip tight though your hand is beginning to cramp. You feels his balls tightening and in the back of your mind wonder why they would do such thing.

When Mike cries out, you get your answer. Cum shoots out, covering your face and chest in a second coating. Your hands immediately freeze, frozen on his cock and balls.

You gasp, slowly opening the eyes you squeezed shut.

Mike is panting above you, staring at the mess he’d made. He sits back, his weight pushing your waist into the bed even more. “Say you’re mine.”

Your eyes widen as he pulls a phone out. A familiar bright light flashes in your face before it stays on.

“Say you’re mine or I send this picture, the one I took earlier, and the video I took earlier to your family.”

Up until now, you had been scared, maybe even terrified of Mike, but with that one sentences, nausea churns your stomach. Your family?! Your father would kill you. He’d always been one to lecture about parties and boys. He hates that you go to public school and has always tried to get you homeschooled, but you fought with him tooth and nail. You love school and your friends. It was also a nice reprieve from your controlling father, weird older brother, and clueless mother. If any of them saw that video, you’d be sent away, maybe disowned. They were weird about things like this. They were the type of people who always blamed the woman, no matter the situation.

“I’m yours…” you whimper.

“Whose are you?” he growls, obviously not liking your response.

You squeeze your eye tight and say a little more firmly, “I’m yours.”

“Whose?!” he growls again, getting even more irritated.

You open your eyes to see him glaring down at you. Terror grips you and you start panicking. You’re saying what he told you to say!!! What more does he want?! Your breath comes fast and you start to see your vision blur as panic sets in. Black starts dotting your vision.