involuntary, but he fought them, since letting himself twitch or jerk could result in a chain reaction—a clamp yanking painfully on his nipple, making him jump again, which in turn made one of the clamps on his balls pull, which made him jump again, and…
I licked my lips as Kelly continue to torment Aaron. He’d taken all my advice to heart, and he exploited the hell out of Aaron’s most ticklish places. When he trailed a fingertip along the sole of Aaron’s foot, Aaron grunted, every muscle in his body visibly tense. He was probably flying now from the endorphins, but it was still instinctive to avoid pain and pull away from it. It still hurt. It still made him sweat and twitch and curse. On nights when the pain was really intense, he’d even have tears in his eyes or streaming down his face, and his cries of pain and frustration were the stuff of any sadist’s sexiest dreams.
Aaron’s eyes fluttered open at one point, and he looked right at me. From the pain and ecstasy in his eyes, he was somewhere between heaven and hell—probably riding the endorphin high at the same time he was hitting that primal need to escape pain and immobility.
I grinned and nodded, a silent, You’re doing so well.
He smiled back, and he shivered, and then he winced.
And right then, Kelly teased his nipple with the whip, and Aaron gasped.
I kept right on grinning.
Oh, baby, just wait till Kelly isn’t holding back anymore.
I shifted in my seat. As much as I couldn’t stomach giving Aaron that kind of pain, I could absolutely enjoy and revel in watching him endure it.
“Kelly.”
He looked at me, eyebrows up.
I gestured at Aaron. “Use the whip on his ass.”
Aaron squeezed his eyes shut and grimaced as if in anticipation.
I’d left the command a little open-ended—there were any number of ways he could apply the whip to Aaron’s ass. Tickle his hole. Trail the lash over his cheeks. Slide it under to tease his balls.
Or use the whip for its intended purpose.
I was pleased to see Kelly take that last option, and the crack of the whip connecting with Aaron’s skin sent a delicious shiver through me. It sent a jolt through him too, which undoubtedly tugged hard on a few clamps, and he groaned in pain, wavering a little on his knees.
Kelly touched his shoulder. “You doing okay?”
Nodding, Aaron croaked, “Yeah.”
“More? Or have you had enough?”
Aaron slowly drew his tongue across his lips. He swallowed hard, then rasped, “More.”
Kelly turned to me. I nodded.
And he gave Aaron more. The whip was the perfect tool of torture for this, especially in Kelly’s hands. A smack here. A tickle there. Aaron was even jumpier now, probably because he never knew what was going to come. He reacted the same to a gentle brush of the lash and a hard crack against his skin, which meant pulling even more on the various torture devices.
Then Kelly pulled a second whip out of his bag. While he dragged one lash over Aaron’s various ticklish spots, he kept the second in his other hand. Now and then, without warning and without pulling the first whip away, he’d smack Aaron hard with the second. The crack of the lash hitting Aaron’s skin even made me jump, and Aaron was obviously fighting to keep from jerking every time, but there was only so much he could override reflexes. Each hit meant another cascade of pain from the whip itself, from pulling at the various implements attached to his skin, and shivering and squirming at the ticklish touch of the first whip while he tried to find the equilibrium where none of the bondage implements hurt anymore. Sweat made his hair curl and his flushed skin gleam and his tattoos stand out. God, he was beautiful like that.
And so was Kelly, especially after he pulled off his shirt. His muscles rippled with every controlled stroke or strike, the peacock tattoo shiny with sweat under the warm bedroom light. His features were taut with concentration, but sometimes broke into a wicked grin to match the evil glint in his eyes.
After a while, Kelly lowered the whips and turned to me as he wiped his brow. “I think he’s had enough.”
“All right.” I stood. “Do you need help undoing everything?”
Kelly looked him over, then nodded. “Yeah, it probably wouldn’t hurt.”
I joined him and we started carefully removing all the clips, clamps, and bindings. Aaron was, unsurprisingly boneless—he leaned against me