Nate was panting hard as he came down from his orgasm. Alan was unyielding and he let out a quiet whimper as he was forced to stay facing the mirror. He looked filthy and he could barely see Alan. Until he brought the little weights up and fastened them to his nipples. Nate hissed as they pulled down, tugging his flesh to hardness. It hurt a little, like someone pinching his skin. But then Alan moved in him with the slightest thrusts. Nate moaned, stimulated in so many ways. His hands moved and curled in the bedding. He let his head fall back against Alan's shoulder again.<br/><br/>Every thrust caused a sharp twinge of pain but also such pleasure. It caused him to tremble and moan. "Sir," he groaned, having switched up to using Alan's title in bed. "It hurts." Though he made no move to take them off, and it wasn't that painful. Just unexpected. With every move Alan made he was brought quicker and quicker to arousal, his small cock starting to harden under the panties. He whimpered again and tried to move, tried to get Alan to move inside him. "Please. More. I want more." Nathaniel was so greedy. "You make me feel so dirty." It was a little conflicting still, though not unwanted and certainly not unpleasant.<br/><br/>He looked at himself again and shuddered with another moan.