Forced Orgasm

Marcus had a very specific goal tonight.

He wanted to make Elias come so many times that he cried.

Elias was tied spread-eagle to the bed. Thick leather cuffs held his wrists and ankles. A vibrator was strapped against his cock, and another one was buried inside his hole. Both were on low settings — enough to keep him desperate, but not enough to push him over the edge.

Marcus sat in a chair beside the bed, fully dressed, watching Elias with dark, satisfied eyes.

“You’re going to come for me,” Marcus said calmly. “Over and over. Until I decide you’ve had enough.”

Elias was already shaking.

Marcus picked up the remote and turned both vibrators up.

Elias moaned loudly, his back arching off the bed. The vibrator on his cock pulsed against the sensitive head while the one inside him pressed right against his prostate. It didn’t take long.

Elias came with a broken cry, his cock pulsing as he made a mess of his stomach. Marcus didn’t turn the vibrators off. He left them running at the same intensity.

Elias’s eyes widened.

“Marcus— Sir— it’s too much—”

Marcus smiled.

“I know.”

He turned the vibrators up higher.

Elias came again a few minutes later, his whole body convulsing. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. Marcus still didn’t stop. He kept the vibrators going, watching Elias fall apart with clinical interest.

By the fourth orgasm, Elias was sobbing. His cock was red and oversensitive, twitching with every pulse of the vibrator. Cum leaked out of him in weak spurts. His hole clenched around the toy inside him with every aftershock.

Marcus finally turned the vibrators off.

He climbed onto the bed and gently removed them, then gathered Elias into his arms.

“You did so well for me,” he murmured, stroking Elias’s hair. “I’m so proud of you.”

Elias was still shaking, tears running down his face.

“I— I can’t—” he whispered hoarsely.

Marcus kissed his forehead.

“I know, baby. You’re done. I’ve got you.”

He held Elias close, murmuring soft praise while Elias slowly came down from the overwhelming high.

After a long time, Elias’s breathing evened out.

Marcus kissed the top of his head.

“Color?” he asked quietly.

Elias’s voice was barely a whisper.

“Green,” he said. “Just… really fucking green.”

Marcus smiled and held him tighter.

“Good,” he murmured. “Because next time, I’m going to make you come even more.”

Elias shivered — but it wasn’t from fear.

It was anticipation.