Jules hands ball up into fists as her hand strokes his manhood, moving up and down it.  Trying to resist that ever growing urge, no, need, to cum. The sounds of the strap on as it plunges into his open, vulnerable ass, reaching his ears.  Trying to keep his head still, to avoid jerking on the clamps holding his nipples, even as his body twists and squirms and rocks from her thrusts.<br/><br/>He shifts at her order, hips moving about the dildo as it plunges into him, hand reaching back, then taking his cock in hand, he strokes himself.  His hand moving a mite slower, anything to delay the inevitable climax.  But he can only hold out so long, and with a groan, head lifting up, the chain held in his teeth pulling on his abused nipples, his cums, his seed splattered across the floor.<br/><br/>A bit surprised at her reaction, Jules puts his hand back down, staying on all fours, looking down at his seed on the floor.  Ignoring the strap on as it lands next to him, he nods his understanding of her orders.<br/><br/>Hearing the laugh, he glances to look, wincing at the pull on his nipples, but she is gone.  He removes the chain from his mouth, then leans down, tongue licking up his seed from the floor.  Shifting about, to make sure he got it all.<br/><br/>Jules wonders if he should remove the chain as it hangs from his nipples, then removes it.  Winces as the blood flows back into his numbed nipples.  Taking the strap on, he gets to his feet, returning it to its drawer, then settling back down on the carpet next to the bed, holding the chain in his hand.  Waiting for her to return.