21. Sensory Deprivation
The first sense Nocturne lost was his sight. A large blindfold was pulled over his eyes and then tied into place, the knot snug between his head and the pillow. The gag came next - it was shaped like a dildo and so long that it filled his mouth completely when it was pushed inside. The tip pressed at the back of his throat and almost made him gag. He was going to be forced to swallow around it the whole time.
“Are you ok?”
Nocturne nodded in response.
“And you remember what to do if you want out?”
Another nod.
“Good. Then do it for me.”
Aurelio watched as Nocturne moved his hand the way he’d showed him from where it was cuffed up against the headboard. Only then did he slip the headphones over his head.
All at once, Nocturne’s world went dead. He couldn’t hear or see anything no matter how hard he tried. He’d known, of course, that this was the purpose of what Aurelio was doing to him but the pitch black silence he’d been left in was more than he’d ever expected. He thought he’d be able to peek, that the noises would merely be muffled, that he’d know exactly where the tall blonde was... But when the bed sheets beside him shifted and he felt the weight of Aurelio’s body leave, a sudden fear of the unknown hit him.
The taller Sesharrimian paced around him, watching as he squirmed and writhed without even a touch. Only when he started to still did he trail his fingertips along his side, down past his hips and onto his inner thigh. The reaction was more than he could’ve hoped for. Muffled squeals came from past Nocturne’s gag as he jolted, half from surprise and half from the heightened sensitivity that wracked through his every nerve. Aurelio’s smile only grew. Playing with him now would be even more fun than it usually would.
Every time, Nocturne had no clue what was coming. Was Aurelio even still in the room? Did he have something in his hands? Where was he going to touch him? Was he going to touch him at all? What if he left and didn’t come back? What if it wasn’t Aurelio’s fingers he was feeling on him at all? His brain was working at a million miles a minute, tormenting him with questions and what ifs that only amplified every time he felt a light touch to his body. Aurelio loved to torture him like this. He just knew that every time he thrashed and whimpered, the man standing over him would be grinning and laughing. It brought a flush to his cheeks. Nothing could be more embarrassing than admitting to the self-righteous sociopath that he yearned for his cruel treatment, but around Aurelio he didn’t need to. His face told him all he needed to know.
The Laertes’ long slender fingers gently pushed up between his legs and brushed against his hole. That touch alone made him scream. Aurelio didn’t stop, circling it over and over, watching him squirm and fight against even the lightest of sensations. When he actually started to press inside him, he thought Nocturne might desperately tap out. Instead his desperation came in the form of a needy moan, tearing through his entire body as his thighs shook and his ass clenched. Further and further in he went, just one finger sliding slowly inside, until he could finally give his prostate the tiniest of strokes. Of all the things he’d expected to bring Nocturne to the edge, that wasn’t it. He tore his hand away as quickly as he could, denying him his unexpected orgasm. Nocturne was far too sensitive to be played with like this... Aurelio would have to try something else; something he usually didn’t do unless one of his subs had been on denial for a very long time and he wished to keep them that way, excruciatingly desperate and still unable to cum. To think that a whole month’s worth of careful edging could be emulated with a gag and a pair of headphones. It was more than Aurelio could ever have hoped for.
After reaching his first fateful edge, Nocturne didn’t feel anything for a while. He was left to pant and whimper, feeling his frantic pleasure ebb away, his hole and cock throbbing as they yearned to be touched once more. When they finally were, he began to wish that he’d never yearned for it at all. It wasn’t Aurelio’s finger this time that tickled at the underside of his dripping cock. It was a feather - that much was clear. Only the briefest and lightest of stimulation were granted to him and yet, somehow, that was almost enough. Whenever Aurelio used it on him for too long, he felt another edge starting to approach, his needy cries being rewarded by the removal of the feather entirely. He had no idea how long Aurelio had been torturing him this way and he had no idea how long it would continue. All he could do was lie there and take it, enduring every flick of the soft plume in the full knowledge that he’d never be allowed to tip over from it.
Drool was seeping from the corners of Nocturne’s gag and tears from the bottom of his blindfold. And yet, even as another pained sob tried to pass his lips, he never asked to be let out. It made Aurelio’s eyes glitter with glee. He’d never wanted to fuck him so desperately. How many times, he wondered, would Nocturne cum if he took him right now? And how crazy would it make him, the sadistic thoughts in his mind asked instead, if he didn’t let him cum at all? It was that cruel streak he always embraced that sent him searching for the cock ring, eager to clamp it onto his little torture victim and see just exactly what would happen. Nocturne would perhaps come to regret allowing Aurelio to have his way with him. But Aurelio suspected that the opposite was true - that Nocturne would, inevitably, beg to be treated this way again.
