A Talent for Surrender (30 page)

He took a deep breath as Egg picked up the clamp. He felt the cold sharp tip of the needle pressing against his flesh.

‘Breathe out . . . nice and slowly . . . that’s it . . . now in again.’ He pushed the needle through. Dan exhaled noisily. His nipple throbbed with heat and excitement. Egg released the clamp and fitted the ring. ‘There, it’s done. Why don’t you take a look?’

Dan opened his eyes and looked down at his newly pierced chest. ‘It looks fantastic. Thank you.’ He moved to touch one of the gold rings but Egg caught his hand and pulled it away.

‘Mustn’t touch for a while, I’m afraid. Got to give them time to heal. I’m leaving you an aftercare leaflet.’ Egg put an A5 leaflet down on the trolley. He began to pack up his equipment.

‘Thanks, Egg. When you’re ready I’ll show you out.’

The piercer put his instruments and needles away in an old-fashioned leather doctor’s bag. He closed it with a snap. ‘Good to meet you, mate. I hope you enjoy the piercings.’

‘I’ll be back shortly. I’d like you to stay there. Put your hands behind your head and don’t move a muscle.’ Jo escorted Egg out of the room.

Dan waited for Jo with his hands behind his head, as ordered. He hardly dared to breathe. It was stuffy and hot in the small room. The leather couch had grown clammy beneath his body and the paper sheet covering it was creased and uncomfortable.

His nipples burned. He lifted his head to look at them. They were red and swollen still but they looked fantastic. Dan couldn’t wait for them to heal so that Jo could pull and twist them. His cock pointed up towards the ceiling, aching and purple.

After what seemed an eternity he heard the door to the office open and Jo walking towards the examination room. He could hear her clothes rustling and her breathing. He wondered why he hadn’t heard her heels on the tiles in the corridor.

The door opened and Jo stepped inside wearing a white nurse’s uniform. She had white stockings and flat lace-up shoes. Her hair had been put up in a bun and she even had a starched cap pinned to her head. Dan noticed that she was carrying a tray. She put the tray down on the trolley beside him.

Dan looked down at the tray. There was a pair of latex gloves, a clear plastic speculum, a tube of KY jelly, a small plastic sample bottle and a roll of thin gauze bandage and a pair of scissors. He looked back up at Jo. ‘What are you going to do to me?’ His heart was thumping.

‘Nothing to worry about, Mr Elliot. Doctor’s just asked me to obtain a sample.’ Jo picked up the bandage and the scissors. She unrolled a length and cut it off. She went down to the bottom of the bench. She took hold of his leg. She bent it at the knee and laid it on its side then tied one end of the strip of bandage around Dan’s ankle. ‘Now scoot down the bed a bit so that your bottom’s near the edge.’

Dan complied. She tied the other end of the bandage tightly to the leg of the couch. She cut off another length of bandage and did the same to his other leg. Soon he was tethered to the bench at all four corners, helpless and rigid with excitement.

Jo pulled on the latex gloves and dispensed a blob of lube onto her fingers. She rolled the trolley down to the bottom of the bench. She picked up the speculum and sat down. ‘I’m just going to examine you then we’ll get on with the procedure.’

She smeared lube over the jaws of the speculum. She spread his buttocks with her fingers then positioned the instrument against his hole. She pushed it forwards and Dan felt it entering him. It felt cold and hard and uncomfortable but her silicone cock was bigger and harder to take. He took a few deep breaths and it entered him easily.

‘Now we open it up . . .’ Jo began to open the speculum and Dan gasped. It was a strange and slightly alarming sensation as he felt the walls of his anus spreading apart. His body was rigid. His cock twitched. Jo folded down an angle-poise lamp from the wall and shone it between his legs. She bent down to look. ‘I can see right inside you . . .’ She laughed quietly, as if she was delighted.

Dan felt her close the speculum and withdraw it. She switched off the light and pushed it out of the way.

‘Now we just need to take our sample.’

She slid a lubed finger into his hole. Dan gasped. His muscles softened and his nerve endings prickled into life. She curled her finger. Dan’s body jolted as she located his prostate.

She laughed softly. ‘I see I’ve found the right place.’ The tip of her finger stroked his prostate in small circles.

He looked down at Jo. She was leaning forwards, her eyes focused on his crotch. Dan could see that her cheeks were glowing and her chest heaved as she breathed. His cock stood to attention between them, announcing his arousal and his helplessness.

Dan could feel her teasing his sweet spot. Every so often she’d push hard and he’d feel a sudden urge to pee, then she’d move her finger and it would pass. The prostate itself seemed incredibly sensitive, but the feeling was too localised, too focused to even have a chance of getting him off.

It was a strange sensation; half pleasure, half discomfort. He could feel his muscles clamping down on her finger. He wished she’d slide in another couple of digits or, better still, fuck him with her strap-on. But, more than anything, he wanted her to touch his cock.

It stood to attention, its tip glistening. He wriggled his hips, hoping she would get the message. Jo looked up at him and smiled. She slowly shook her head.

He tried to turn all his attention to Jo’s finger inside him. If he focused in on the pleasure, tuned into it, maybe it would be enough to bring him off. He concentrated on the sensation of her latex-covered finger opening his sphincter. His nerve endings tingled and buzzed with pleasure.

He focused on the pressure on his sweet spot. He could feel tightness and congestion and heat building, like a tiny bundle of excitement. It was powerful and intensely pleasurable yet it was narrow and confined only to his prostate. He turned all his awareness to the glowing point of heat, willing it to grow and spread.

His pierced nipples ached. The leather beneath him felt damp and clammy. His cock throbbed.

‘How are you doing?’ Jo looked up at him.

‘It’s strange . . . wonderful, yet maddening. What are you trying to do?’

‘It’s called prostate milking. The idea is to get you to ejaculate without the sensation of orgasm.’ She reached up with her free hand and flicked his erection.

Dan gasped. ‘So you’re intentionally trying to deny me pleasure?’

Jo nodded slowly. The tip of her finger rubbed his prostate.

Dan could feel the tension building but it was localised and tiny. He closed his eyes and focused on the pleasure. He pictured it as a bright ball of white light and he imagined it expanding and growing, filling his gut. He could see sparks breaking away from the sphere and getting into his bloodstream, bringing every part of his body to fiery life. It crackled and fizzed as it flowed into his balls then his cock.

He was rigid with tension, his fists clenched. Sweat ran down his face. He screwed up his eyes, focusing inwards. Nothing. There was a tiny shimmering point of tension deep inside him but that was all. He opened his eyes and moaned in frustration. He struggled against his bonds.

Jo’s finger worked his prostate. The sensation seemed to be intensifying, growing tighter and more intense, but he still couldn’t call it exactly pleasurable. He felt the muscles in his pelvis growing tight and hard.

Dan saw her pick up the sample bottle from the tray. He watched her face as she fingered him. She was smiling slightly and Dan could just see the glistening tip of her tongue. Her eyes glinted in the light.

He felt an odd inner tremor. Jo pressed her fingertip hard into his sweet spot and he watched, fascinated, as his cock began to dribble sperm. She used the bottle to catch the semen.

Dan felt none of the exhilaration and release of a normal orgasm. His cock didn’t throb and jerk, it just dribbled sperm in a steady stream as Jo jabbed her fingertip into his prostate. When the flow stopped, she used the bottle to scrape up the drips. She withdrew her finger and capped the bottle. She dropped it onto the trolley and pulled off her gloves.

Jo got up and lifted her skirt. She climbed up onto the couch and straddled him then reached between them and positioned the head of his cock. She unbuttoned the top few buttons of her uniform and Dan noticed that she was braless. Her naked breasts swung free, her nipples already hard and dark.

Slowly she lowered herself, deliberately making it last. Dan felt his erection nudging at her moist folds, coaxing them to open. Slippery skin slid against slippery skin. He began to slide inside, waking up his aroused nerve endings with sparks of fire. His body shuddered.

He could feel his cock slide past her muscles, millimetre by intoxicating millimetre, setting off a cascade of delicious tingles. Jo looked down at Dan. Her body glistened with sweat and her nipples were dark and crinkled. She was smiling as she gazed down at him, her eyes blazing with lust and tenderness.

Dan could feel her muscles gripping him, sucking him in. It was bliss. He loved the heat of it and the way her muscles gripped him. Pinpricks of pleasure burned his nipples. His scalp tingled.

Jo sat down on Dan. Her skirt was spread out over his legs. Her thighs were hot and slick against his skin and he could feel the itchy prickle of her stockings. She tilted her hips back and then forwards, rubbing her clit against him. ‘That feels good.’

Dan brought his hips up to meet her. ‘It feels fantastic.’

Jo leaned forwards and untied his hands. ‘Can you pinch my nipples for me? If you do it really hard I’ll come like a train in no time.’

Dan squeezed her breasts. He ran his thumbs across the tips of her swollen nipples. ‘I can do that.’ He began to pinch them, pressing them hard between his thumb and forefingers. Jo sighed and arched her back. Electric sparks slid along his spine.

She began to ride his cock, rocking her hips backwards and forwards rather than bouncing up and down. His whole crotch blazed.

Dan felt fiery hot and ready to burst. Jo was panting and breathless. Her eyes shone. Jo’s hips rocked. His belly throbbed with tension and excitement as he climbed towards orgasm. He moaned.

Dan’s fingers teased her nipples. He’d dig his fingertips in and make her gasp with pain then lightly run his nail across the sensitised tips, making her sigh. Icy sparkles of pleasure rushed straight to his crotch.

He brought up his hips to meet her, matching her rhythm. Dan was on the edge. His crotch tingled and throbbed. He dug in his fingertips and twisted her nipples, pulling and stretching them. She gasped and arched her back.

Jo’s torso was glistening with sweat. Her throat and chest were stained with blotches of red. She had begun to moan. She rocked her hips slowly backwards and forwards, grinding her clit against his crotch. Dan was tingling all over. Excitement and heat pumped around his bloodstream.

Jo leaned forwards and gripped the edges of the couch either side of Dan’s chest. Her belly was pressed up against his and her breasts dangled down. Jo’s face was now directly above Dan’s and her green eyes were glinting and intense. He could feel her hot breath on her face and smell the heady womanly aroma rising from her heated skin.

Jo’s hair had escaped its combs and fell around her shoulders, heavy and damp. She pulled on her hands, grinding herself against him. Hot sparkles of delicious pleasure burned his crotch.

Dan’s eyes never left her face as he worked her nipples. He responded to her excitement, pinching harder when she moaned and backing off if she whimpered and pulled away. His body was a mass of pleasure. His heart thumped. He trembled and shook.

Jo was gasping and sobbing. She arched and rounded her back, grinding her taut clit against him. Dan’s fingertips dug into her nipples and she grunted. Jo’s sweat-moistened belly slid against his. Tension and excitement vibrated inside him. His cock ached.

Dan had begun to moan. Jo’s cheeks were stained scarlet. She pulled hard on the edge of the couch for leverage. She gave a final savage thrust of her hips and she began to wail.

‘Yes . . . I can feel you coming . . . your cunt’s gripping my cock . . . it’s incredible.’ He released Jo’s nipples and slid his hands under her skirt and gripped her buttocks. He could feel Jo’s fiery breath on his face.

He pulled hard on his hands and began to pump his hips in short urgent strokes. He was grunting as he breathed, making short guttural sounds in rhythm with his moving hips.

He pulled hard on her buttocks and shortened his strokes. His crotch was exploding with release and sensation. Tingling jolts of pleasure burst along his spine like fireworks.

He let out a long low sound, halfway between a grunt and a sigh and he stopped moving. He was coming. His cock pumped out hot sperm inside her. His fingers dug into her buttocks. It went on and on, delicious jolts and shivers shot around his body. His scalp tingled, her toes curled.

Their faces were inches apart and Dan gazed up at her, his eyes wide and unblinking. He released her buttocks and slowly ran his hands up her back. He brushed hair away from her face and Dan saw that his hands were trembling.

‘I don’t remember giving you permission to come.’ Jo sat up.

‘I . . . I forgot. Sorry.’

Jo climbed off the couch. She straightened her uniform and buttoned it up, covering her breasts. ‘I see you have a problem with your memory, Mr Elliot.’ Jo straightened her nurse’s cap. ‘But don’t worry. There’s a new experimental medicine for men who need help with their memory and I’ve been lucky enough to procure a single dose for you.’ She picked up the sample bottle from the trolley and unscrewed the cap. ‘Drink up.’

Dan sat up and took the bottle. He looked straight at Jo as he upended it and drank the cold thick liquid down in a single gulp.

Sixteen

Six months later Dan booked a preview cinema to show his finished film to Hellfire 2000. As the lights came up there was a round of applause and cries of ‘Speech, speech’. Dan held onto Jo’s hand, drinking it all in.