It did feel better like this, to the point that palming himself no longer satisfied the tension swelling in his cock. He held out his palm and Gideon spat into it again, and he used it to curl his fingers around himself and stroke, massaging and squeezing and adjusting his balls when they tightened and pressed uncomfortably against the seam in the crotch of his pants.

"Stop," Gideon commanded.

Cole froze.

They slowed to a stop at a red light.

"Pull your hand out of your pants."

Another car pulled up beside them in the turn lane on Gideon's side. Cole put his damp hand on his thigh and bit his lip. They'd left the freeway and were in downtown proper now.

The light turned green. The car started moving and Gideon told him to start touching himself again. Cole did. Being trapped inside his pants was becoming a little uncomfortable, especially when he wasn't touching himself. He was fully hard and any pressure was more than a little maddening. A vein was popping out along the side of his length. He traced it with a finger.

"Stop."

They were at another red light.

Cole huffed but did as he was told.

When the light turned green, Gideon let him touch himself again.

This continued at every red light. And somehow magically, every light seemed to turn red, bathing the inside of the car in a hellish glow. After a while, Cole was panting, his thighs shaking, his cock aching. He felt like even when the light turned green, his whole body must still be glowing he was so hot. Sweat stuck his shirt to his chest and back.

"Gideon," he breathed shakily as the light ahead of them turned yellow.

Gideon could have totally sped through the yellow, but instead, he braked. Cole whined, one of his legs kicking out as far as it could in the little car.

"Stop," Gideon commanded. "Hand on your thigh."

Cole dragged his hand out of his pants and rested it still curled up on his thigh. He no longer needed Gideon to spit on his palm because he was leaking so much. A dark spot was visible though his pants over the head of his cock. His palm and fingers were wet, rapidly cooling under the blow of the air conditioner. He could hardly feel the a/c, his whole body glowing with need.

"Stop moving," Gideon said sharply.

Cole realized that he'd been rolling his hips up against the friction of his pants. He settled back down into the seat, grumbling.

"That's more like it," Gideon's tone changed completely, now warm and indulgent. In complete contrast to this tone, he promised, "Tonight you are going to be crying before I even touch you."

This fucker. And he was worried about scaring Cole with his countless connections and ability to ruin people's lives without lifting a finger to physically harm a hair on their head. Cole pouted, "…please…I want…"

"You wanted me to bully you," Gideon reminded him. The light turned green. "You asked for it. Now, pinch your nipples. Through the shirt. Don't go easy on them or I'll know. That's it. Good boy."

Cole whimpered as he pinched hard enough for sharp pain to lance through his chest and heat to shock straight down his spine. He'd thought his body couldn't spare much more blood to his cock, but he felt the heavy, trapped member twitch against his pants. His vision abruptly narrowed as he felt precum blurt out of the tip, in a pantomime of an actual orgasm. Gideon never said he couldn't come, but if he saw Cole make a mess in his pants untouched because he pinched his nipples, he wouldn't let either of them touch his cock for the rest of the night just to see how many more times he could do it again.

"Pull on them a little. Come on, baby," Gideon cooed, "we both know how you like them to be played with, so go ahead. Don't hold back."

Fuck. Cole tensed his thighs and pulled on his nipples. Another wave of pleasure washed over him. That had been a terrible idea, so he tried to relax, letting his legs fall open. That increased the pressure of the fabric over his cock, which made his rational thought flatline and his hips rolled up unbidden a few times. He pinched his nipples harshly to bring himself back to his senses and let out a dry sob. Then he closed his legs a bit, hoping that would help.

All the while, Gideon watched his desperate squirming out of the corner of his eye with that smirk on his face. That Gideon's smirk wasn't necessarily any more of a turn on than the rest of him. The reason why Cole's whole body warmed as soon as he saw it was that he always wore that fucking look when playing with him. Now Cole's body had a fucking pavlovian response to it.

Just like it did to the command, "Come."

Cole's shin slammed into the underside of the dash and his back arched as his orgasm ripped through into him.

"Stop touching," Gideon demanded. "Hands on your thighs."

Cole stared unseeing at the ceiling of the car, each pulse of his orgasm flashing before his eyes as the waves of pleasure crashed over him. But he somehow managed to yank his hands away from his chest and lay them on his thighs. It wasn't like he'd been touching his cock, after all. Without proper stimulation, the orgasm, as intense as it had been, retreated quickly, leaving him sticky, wet in his pants. The blood didn't retreat from his cock, unfortunately, and he remained hard enough to pound nails.

It was too bad that cumming untouched was such a turn on for him. So exhausting.

He opened his eyes when he realized they'd fallen shut and were met with the soft red glow of a traffic light. Without preamble, it flicked to green. The car started moving again.

"Touch your cock."

Cole sighed. It seemed like Gideon was going to make good on his word. He'd be crying before they even reached the garage at this point. But that was par for the course. Gideon hardly ever let him off without at least two or three orgasms every time they fucked these days. Unless he was banned from finishing at all for a period of time. Cole wasn't sure which was worse.

He groaned as his body clenched with the familiar sharp ache of overstimulation as he squeezed and stroked himself.

"Put that cum to good use, baby," Gideon said lightly, checking in his side mirror before moving into a different lane. "Open yourself up for me."

Cole blinked a few times. "Without taking off…"

"Without taking them off," Gideon confirmed.

Cole grumbled and shuffled down in his seat, propping his knees up on the dash. It gave him less room to work his cock, but that was alright, since outright stroking would be unbearable for the next few minutes. He scooped up some of the cum soaking into his boxers and pushed it unceremoniously into his hole. In truth, he was so used to taking cock that he only needed that little bit of lubrication, and he would open up no problem otherwise. But Gideon liked him to make a show out of it, so he scissored and threw his head back with a moan.

By the time they reached the garage, he'd had another orgasm, also untouched, with three fingers buried in his ass and his nipple caught in a harsh pinch. He wasn't at the point of crying yet. He could still hold out longer, but he let a few tears fall down his cheeks as they pulled into the private garage. As soon as Gideon pulled into the open spot beside their Audi, Cole leaned the seat all the way back and flipped onto his knees, begging.

"Ah-ah," Gideon tutted. "Come on baby. Let's go home. I'm going to take my time with you tonight."

Cole stared in dismay as Gideon calmly stepped out of the car. He could only see the bottom half of him through the open door, but it was an excellent view of him adjusting himself in his jeans. Served Cole right for trying to cry early. Gideon could always tell whether he'd truly reached his limit or not.

He adjusted himself too, although doing up his fly did hardly a thing when there was a giant wet splotch on his crotch from two messy orgasms. He was wet behind too, now that he'd used some of his own cum to play with himself there. When he reached the Audi, it was to find Gideon helpfully laying a towel down over the passenger seat for him. He scowled and sat on it.

Then his wonderful, terrible level-headed husband of his had the nerve to go rummage for an air freshener in the glove box of the stakeout slash company car and hang it on the rear-view mirror before locking up and returning.

"You ready, baby?" He asked smugly.

Cole sniffled and nodded. The mess in his pants had grown cool now and each time he shifted, he could feel how wet everything was down there. He had every right to pout. But deep down he was also glowing with satisfaction that he'd coaxed Gideon into sounding so smug.

Of course, he forgot all about that when Gideon insisted on coaxing another orgasm out of him on the way home. This time, his third in a little over an hour, was not going to happen untouched, even with his pants pressing down on his trapped cock. He jabbed at his prostate and touched his nipples and writhed in the passenger seat the whole drive to no avail. And there were only a handful of lights once they got outside of the city, all of which remained staunchly green, so he had no reprieve from the frustration.

Gideon waited until they were pulling into their long, wooded driveway and Cole was well and truly hiccupping out sobs to lend a helping hand. He sat cool as a cucumber in the driver's seat, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the center console, inches from Cole's arm. Finally, when the house was in sight, he pressed his palm over Cole's crotch.

Cole sobbed out an inhuman sound and humped up into the pressure.

"Come on, baby," Gideon massaged in slow circles. "One more before we get home and I'll give you a big reward. Come for me."

Cole's balls spasmed and his cock jumped. He came practically dry, muscles squeezing painfully to push out what little he had left to offer, feeling like they were being crushed in a vice. Gideon had one of those. An awful, terrifying contraption he one pulled out when he was feeling particularly sadistic and wanted to torture Cole's balls.

And the man was worried Cole would suddenly realize he was a psycho if he knew about him torturing people for his family or whatever. That ship had already sailed. The horrible vice contraption hadn't made him safe word, but after using it the first time, they firmly put it into the punishment, not fun or maintenance pain play category.

When he finally came back to himself, or what was left of him now that he was nothing more than a sated mass of nerves, they were in the garage. Gideon was still massaging his cock. Cole hissed and complained, "Oh fuck, please stop."

"Alright, baby," Gideon agreed magnanimously, taking his hand away. "You did so good. Are you ready for your reward?"

Cole was ready to go to sleep, but he nodded lazily.

Gideon grinned, not the smirk, but a full, brilliant school-boy grin of delight. Or maybe a slightly manic villainous grin of delight. Then he eased his seat back and pulled his cock out. With an air of indifference, he gestured to it. "Didn't you want to suck me off?"