Pushing Connor (The Dungeon #4)(10)

“Dolphin.” There had been no hesitation, no twitch of muscles, nothing to betray any emotion from Matthew.

“Very well. Let’s begin.”

Connor went over the rules again, making sure Matthew was aware of them, before starting the scene.

Making quick work of it, Connor had him kneeling on the mat and set a harness around his chest and shoulders. He moved to his arms, secured them together and connected them to the harness.

And still there was no visible reaction from Matthew. In his throat, the pulse beat away steadily, and his cock was still flaccid. Why was he there if he didn’t take any joy from what Connor did?

When Connor had tied Matthew’s calves against his thighs and connected them to the harness, he paused. As he let Matthew settle into the position, Connor went through Matthew’s file in his head, making sure he hadn’t missed something.

As he thought, he secured large hooks under the thigh-rope cuffs. Sweeping two fingers beneath the rope, he pulled, checking the leeway, making sure they wouldn’t be too tight despite the added weight of Matthew’s body against them. Once the legs were set, he moved onto the hands, and caught the hooks beneath the pattern of the arm bands. Next was the harness. Once everything was in place, he went to the control panel on the wall and pushed the button, putting the lever in motion and lifting Matthew into the air.

When he was at the right height, Connor stopped and secured the mechanism. With the crook of his forefinger, Connor lifted Matthew’s face to check his eyes. The pupils were slightly dilated—the only sign of emotion he’d exhibited.

“Are you all right, Matthew?”

The sub wet his lips, a small tremble to them. “Yes, Sir.” Though a little breathless, he sounded lucid enough.

A surge of excitement shot through Connor, his fingers tingling at Matthew’s reaction.

Walking to the table holding the paraphernalia, Connor toyed with the cock ring he’d selected earlier. Unless he could get Matthew hard, he couldn’t use it. Taking the string of clamps, he walked up to Matthew. Without hesitation, he latched the first on the sensitive skin at Matthew’s side. The sharp intake of breath felt good to Connor’s ears, and he itched to elicit more from Matthew.

In silence, he finished clipping the rest of them, adorning both sides of Matthew’s body. Within the clasp, the skin went white. Matthews lips fell open, and his cock grew hard.

With a glance at Matthew’s face, to make sure he was still present, Connor brought another rope, shorter this time, and tied it around the base of Matthew’s balls. Unlike the rest of the ties, where some give was necessary, here he pulled the rope flush against the skin. The testicles drew tight, bulging around the rope.

A soft cry floated off Matthew, and a shiver ran down Connor’s body, a weird excitement coursing through him. Every gasp, every twitch Matthew let out, spurred Connor on.

He took hold of Matthew’s half-hard cock and slipped the cock ring over it, until it rested against the base. The dick swelled, going fully erect.

It was a pretty cock—thick and long enough—but it held no appeal for Connor. He didn’t want it, or Matthew for that matter, in any sexual way, but the sight the sub made touched a chord he’d buried with Alin. Something made him want to see Matthew hurting.

He gave a slap to the side of Matthew’s cock, watching it bounce. The broken sigh that came from the sub was music to his ears. He wanted more.

Walking back to the table, he took the little weights he had set aside and dug out a string of tiny clamps.

Back beside Matthew, he fisted his hair and lifted his head until he could see his eyes. His pupils were blown, hunger and need written in them. His lips were red from where he’d bitten them, but there was no real distress anywhere on his face.

Still Connor checked. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, Sir.”

“Are you sure, Matthew?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Nodding, he let go of Matthew’s hair and went back to work, securing the weights against the skin of his testicles. They bulged and sagged as far as the bounds allowed. Matthew squirmed and cried out, but the safe word did not come.

Next, Connor attached the little clamps against the underside of his cock, from the base up, stopping before he reached the head.

Matthew shivered with each pinch, and his dick gave tiny jerks, precum dribbling from the tip. Once the clamps had all been attached, Connor gave another slap and took a step back.

“I am going to pull these free. Are you ready?”

Matthew answered with a cry.

“Use your words.” The command was marked by another slap, this one much sharper.

“Yes, Sir.” The answer came out strangled, out of breath.

“There are three strings of clamps. I want you to count each of them as I remove them. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Connor grabbed the end of the one on the left, the one that had gone in first, and yanked it. The clamps came undone one by one with little snaps.

“One.” Matthew’s spine straightened, and he pulled against the ropes.

Connor took the second one, and pulled it free.

“Two.” The word ended on a cry as Matthew’s brain picked up on the pain he was feeling. His cock gave a huge throb, the skin straining against the clips.

“That’s it. That’s good. That’s very good.” Connor caressed the reddened skin, giving Matthew time to recover.