27. Twenty-Six

The boy did everything I asked, even going beyond, though he barely touched his lunch—a reaction I understood given the circumstances. Still, I was proud of him for following my lead all morning, and I wanted to reward him for making it this far.

I could see the strain in him, this new kind of torment taking its toll. It was a challenging first full day, but he’d agreed to it. I didn’t want him to suffer unnecessary anxiety. Watching him fidget through lunch and cleanup, I knew he needed grounding and comfort—and I knew just how to give it.

Settling into my leather armchair, I beckoned Eli with a crook of my finger. He approached, hands clasped, eyes lowered, and I guided him to kneel between my legs.

“You’ve been so good for me today, boy,” I praised, fingers threading through his platinum hair. “I know it hasn’t been easy, has it? Wearing that plug, feeling it tease you…” I paused, clicking the remote to send a deep vibration through him.

Eli let out a choked whimper, his face flushing crimson as he struggled not to rut against the air. “N-no, Sir,” he gasped out. “It's been so hard not to come...”

“I know, sweet boy. You've done beautifully following my rules.” I continued petting his hair soothingly. “You deserve a little reward for making it this far. Something to take your mind off that aching cock of yours for a little while.”

Eli peered up at me hopefully through his long lashes, his blue eyes shining with unshed tears of frustration. “Please, Sir... I need...”

“I know exactly what you need, boy,” I rumbled, my own cock starting to swell in my trousers at the sight of his desperation.

I unzipped my fly slowly, pulling out my hardening cock. Eli's gaze fixed on it hungrily, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Go on then,” I encouraged, guiding his head forward. “Wrap those pretty lips around my cock.”

Eli didn't hesitate, opening his mouth wide and swallowing me down. I groaned at the wet heat around me, my hand fisting in his hair. He set to work bobbing his head, taking me deeper each time until I felt myself nudge the back of his throat.

“Fuck, such a good boy, taking my cock so well,” I growled, holding him in place and thrusting shallowly into his willing mouth. Eli moaned around me, sending delicious vibrations up my shaft.

I pulled him off after a few moments, his lips shiny with spit. He gazed up at me dazedly, already slipping into subspace. This was exactly what he needed—to be used, to serve, to focus on my pleasure instead of his own denied release.

“I'm going to fuck your face now,” I informed him, my voice low and rough with arousal. “I’m going to be rougher than last time. You just relax and take it like a good boy. Tap my thigh three times if you need me to stop.”

Eli nodded eagerly, his eyes glazing over further with submissive need. “Yes, Sir.”

I wasted no time fisting both hands in his hair and slamming my cock back into his waiting mouth. Eli gagged briefly but quickly adjusted, relaxing his jaw and throat to take my punishing thrusts. I set a brutal pace, fucking his face with no mercy, grunting with animalistic pleasure.

“Look at you, taking my cock like you were made for it. Like this is your sole purpose, boy,” I growled, pistoning my hips faster.

Tears streamed down Eli's face from the rough treatment, but they were tears of relief, of letting go. He needed this—craved it. To be dominated so thoroughly that he couldn't think, couldn't worry or feel anxious or guilty. Only feel me, my cock, my control.

My balls drew up tight, my climax building at the base of my spine. Eli sensed it too, hollowing his cheeks and sucking harder. With a low growl, I slammed in to the hilt and spilled down his throat in thick spurts. Eli swallowed it all greedily, not wasting a single drop.

I held him there until the last aftershocks faded before carefully pulling out. Eli gasped for air, red faced, his pupils blown wide. “Please, I need more...”

“Shhh, I know. You're being so good for me.” I guided his head back to my groin, rubbing the wet head of my cock over his lips. “Open. Stick out your tongue.”

Eli instantly obeyed, and I rested my heavy cock on his waiting tongue. “Just keep me warm, boy. No sucking yet. I'll use your mouth again when I'm ready.”

He gave a small nod of understanding, keeping his mouth open wide as I fed my cock back into that welcoming heat. I sighed in contentment once I was fully sheathed, his nose pressed to my pelvis. I could feel his throat fluttering around the head of my cock as he struggled not to gag.

“Your mouth feels so good. You were made to be my cock warmer, weren't you, boy?”

Eli made a small sound of assent in his throat, the vibrations making my sensitive cock twitch. His eyes fluttered shut in bliss as he focused on simply holding me in his mouth. The tension and anxiety bled out of him, his body going lax between my thighs as he surrendered himself fully to my control.

This was a special kind of subspace he was sinking into now - something more innocent and pure. The lines of pain and weariness on his youthful face smoothed out, making him look younger, almost cherubic in his tranquility.

I drew my hands through his hair. “You may suck if you need to now, boy.”

With my cock acting as a pacifier, he nursed contentedly, his tongue sliding over the thick vein on the underside.

I petted his hair tenderly, marveling at the level of trust and vulnerability he was displaying. So eager to please, to be good for me. I knew I would need to be careful with this one - his submission was a precious gift, one I would guard and treasure.

Keeping one hand cupped around the back of his head to hold him in place, I reached for the TV remote with the other. I switched it on and flipped through the channels until I landed on a mindless sitcom rerun. The bright colors and canned laughter filled the room, but Eli didn't stir from his position. He was lost to the outside world, his entire existence narrowed down to my cock in his mouth and my hand in his hair.

I left Eli like that for a long while, nursing on my cock as I watched TV and ran my fingers through his hair. There was something deeply satisfying about using him this way, reducing him to little more than a warm, wet hole for my pleasure. He'd slipped into an almost trance-like state, so peaceful and trusting, his mind blissfully blank as he floated in subspace.

As the shadows outside lengthened and the afternoon wore on, I felt Eli start to go slack against me, his suckling becoming slower and drowsier. Sleep was tugging at him, trying to pull him under, but I wasn't ready to let him rest yet. We still had more training to do today.

I regretfully eased my soft cock out of Eli's slack mouth, his lips making a soft pop as I withdrew. He blinked up at me blearily, not fully coherent yet. I smiled fondly down at him, brushing my thumb over his swollen bottom lip.

But as much as I enjoyed seeing him like this, we had a schedule to keep, and his training had barely begun. With a wicked grin, I picked up the small remote that controlled the vibrating plug nestled snugly in his ass and clicked it on to a medium setting.

Eli jolted against me with a sharp gasp, his blue eyes flying wide open as the toy came to life inside him. “S-sir!”

“Awake now, boy?” I chuckled, turning the plug up another notch and relishing his responsive full-body shudder.

“Yes Sir,” Eli panted, shifting his hips in a futile attempt to escape the relentless stimulation. But there was no escaping the powerful toy. I had chosen this particular model for its intensity and the fact that it pressed mercilessly against his prostate.

His cock was already hardening again. I watched in sadistic amusement as it bobbed and twitched with each pulse of the vibrator, pre-cum drooling steadily from the tip. Eli whined and writhed, caught between the intense pleasure of the prostate stimulation and the aching frustration of being denied any friction on his weeping erection.

“Please Sir, it's too much,” he whined, his hands fisting against his thighs to keep from touching himself. “I can't take it...”

“You can and you will, or you’ll use your safe word. Those are your only options,” I replied sternly, giving a sharp tug to his hair. “This is your training, boy. Learning to endure prolonged stimulation and denial. Building up your stamina and self-control.”

I clicked the remote again and Eli nearly screamed as the plug jumped to its highest setting, the buzz of the vibrations now audible over his ragged breathing. His whole body quaked and trembled, a sheen of sweat breaking out across his brow.

“Breathe through it,” I coached, rubbing his shoulder soothingly even as I tortured him with pleasure. “Focus on the sensation, but separate it from the need to come. You don't need to ejaculate, boy. You can let the energy flow through you, feel the euphoria without the release.”

Eli squeezed his eyes shut and tried to even out his breathing, his brow furrowed in concentration. I continued murmuring encouragements, guiding him into a meditative headspace even as his body shook with pent up tension.

Minutes that felt like hours ticked by as I guided Eli through the overwhelming sensations racking his lithe body. His cock was an angry red now, dribbling steadily onto the hardwood floor between my feet. The urge to orgasm must have been unbearable, but still, he resisted, his willpower bolstered by my calm, encouraging words.

“You're doing so well,” I praised, massaging his trembling thighs. “Surrendering to the pleasure, letting it flow through you without breaking. I'm so proud of you, Eli.”

A broken sob escaped his throat at my words, a single tear escaping from beneath his lashes to track down his cheek. “Th-thank you, Sir,” he managed to gasp out, his voice ragged. “I want...to be good...for you.”

“And you are, sweet boy,” I reassured him, my own prideful dominance swelling in my chest. Not many submissives, especially ones so new, could withstand this level of teasing and denial. Eli was exceeding all my expectations with his resilience.

Clicking the remote, I allowed the vibrations to continue at that intense, mind-melting pace for another minute before gradually easing off the speed. Eli shuddered and whined as the stimulation lessened to a more manageable level, his body going slack with relief.

“Shhh, I know. You took that so well,” I said, petting his head. “You’ve earned another reward, I think. What would you like, sweet boy? Anything except an orgasm.”

He groaned and leaned into my touch. Eli took a few shuddering breaths, trying to collect himself enough to form words. “Please Sir, may I... may I taste you again?” he asked meekly, peering up at me with hopeful, lust-glazed eyes.

I smiled down at him indulgently, touched by his sweetness even in the midst of such torment. “Of course you may. I did say anything, didn't I?”

I spread my legs wider in clear invitation. Eli wasted no time shuffling forward on his knees and burying his face in my groin. He nuzzled against my clothed erection, breathing in the musky scent of my arousal before mouthing wetly at my straining fly.

“You’re always so eager for it,” I purred, undoing my belt and zipper to free my hardening cock. It sprang out to slap against his cheek, leaving a smear of pre-cum on his pale skin. “Go on then, boy. Show me how grateful you are for your training.”

“Thank you, Sir,” he breathed reverently before wrapping his lips around the head and suckling greedily. I groaned low in my throat, my head falling back against the chair as he licked and slurped messily, so hungry for the taste of my cock.

Eli bobbed his head eagerly, taking me deeper into his throat with each downward motion. My cock throbbed against his tongue as he worshipped it with single-minded focus, soft whimpers of pleasure vibrating around my length.

I groaned, my fingers tangling in his platinum hair to guide his movements. “That's it, good boy... Such a natural cock sucker, aren't you? Born to have a dick down your throat.”

He moaned wantonly in response, the filthy wet sounds of his slurping filling the room. I could feel myself racing towards the edge embarrassingly fast, worked up from edging Eli for so long. The boy had a true gift.

As he serviced me with an almost frenzied need, an intriguing image flashed through my lust-fogged mind. Eli on his knees, just like this, but with a cock stuffed in his needy mouth and ass at the same time. Being spit-roasted between two doms, used as a fucktoy for our pleasure...

I could picture it vividly—Eli in the middle, stretched out on hands and knees, moaning like the desperate slut he was. Another man, faceless in my fantasy, would be fucking his throat ruthlessly, big hands fisted in that platinum hair. And I would be mounted behind Eli, pounding into his tight hole, the two of us working in tandem to wreck the boy between us.

The filthy fantasy consumed my mind, fueling my rapidly building climax. I could practically hear Eli's desperate, muffled moans and garbled pleas as we ravaged him from both ends, using his lithe body as nothing more than a receptacle for our spend...

But I wrenched myself back from that edge, from the tempting image. As much as the idea of sharing Eli, of seeing him so thoroughly debased, made my blood sing with sadistic glee, I knew the poor boy wasn't ready for that. Not yet, at least. For now, I wanted to keep him all to myself, to be the sole focus of his submission and devotion.

“Enough,” I growled, yanking Eli off my cock by his hair. He whined at the loss, trying to chase after it with his tongue, but I held him firmly in place. “You're too good at that, boy. You almost made me come before I was ready.”

Eli's eyes widened, and he ducked his head sheepishly, a pretty blush staining his cheeks. “I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to...”

“Hush,” I cut him off, releasing my grip on his hair to stroke his flushed face almost tenderly. “I have other plans for this cock today besides filling your greedy mouth.”

His blush deepened at the praise, his eyes flicking down to my jutting erection hopefully.

I smirked knowingly at Eli's hopeful, lust-filled gaze directed at my straining cock. “I think it's time we put this desperate hole of yours to better use,” I said, reaching around to grip the base of the buzzing plug.

Eli gasped and squirmed as I slowly withdrew the slick toy from his ass, his well-used hole clenching around the emptiness.

I set the plug aside and pulled a packet of lube from my pocket, tearing it open. “Get up here and straddle my lap, boy,” I commanded as I slicked up my cock.

Eli scrambled to obey, rising on trembling legs to swing one over my hips. I gripped his slim waist, guiding him into position so the leaking head of my cock nudged against his slick, twitching entrance.

“Breathe deep and relax for me now,” I murmured, rubbing soothing circles into the soft skin above his hip bones. “You're going to sink down and take every thick inch up into your hungry ass. No coming until I tell you. Understood?”

“Yes Sir,” Eli whimpered, his blue eyes glassy with need. Slowly, achingly slowly, he lowered himself onto my rigid shaft, his hole already open and loose from holding the toy all day. We both groaned in unison as my cockhead popped past his tight ring of muscle.

“That's it, nice and easy,” I encouraged breathlessly, fighting the urge to slam up into that delicious heat.

Inch by excruciating inch, Eli sank down onto my throbbing length, his body fluttering and clenching around me. I groaned, my fingers digging into his hips hard enough to bruise.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” I growled through gritted teeth. “So hot and tight, even after being plugged all day. Like this greedy hole was made for my cock.”

Eli whimpered and shuddered in my lap, his own erection weeping steadily against his taut belly. “Please Sir, I need...” His voice broke on a sob, tears of desperation welling in his glazed eyes.

“I know what you need, sweet boy.” I gave his ass a sharp smack that made him yelp and clench hard around my buried cock. “And you'll get it, but only when I say. For now, you're going to ride my cock. Show me with your body how badly you want it.”

With a hitching moan, Eli obeyed, bracing his shaking hands on my broad shoulders as he began to rise and fall. Slowly at first, letting gravity impale him on my shaft over and over, then picking up speed as the first tendrils of pleasure curled in his core.

Eli rode me with increasing desperation, his body undulating as he impaled himself on my rigid cock again and again. I drank in the glorious sight of him, his platinum hair disheveled, his kiss-swollen lips parted in needy whimpers, his lean muscles flexing and straining as he worked himself on my shaft.

His weeping erection bobbed against his taut belly with each rise and fall, the metal piercing through the head glinting in the light. An idea sparked in my lust-fogged brain and I reached out to give the little ring a gentle tug, making Eli yelp and clench hard around me.

Christ, I’d have to be careful with that or he’d have me coming undone far too soon.

“S-sir, please!” He trembled and sobbed, trying to squirm away from the sensation.

“Hush now, let me play with my toy,” I chided, wrapping my fingers around his straining shaft and giving the piercing an experimental twist. Eli practically screamed, his untouched cock pulsing in my grip as a fat bead of pre-cum oozed from the slit.

I chuckled, twisting the piercing again to make Eli keen and writhe on my lap. “Look at you, so desperate for it. I bet you'd let me do anything to this needy cock, wouldn't you?”

“Yes Sir, anything,” Eli babbled mindlessly, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. “Please, I need it so bad...”

“Mmmm, I can think of so many deliciously cruel things...” I mused, tugging rhythmically on his cock ring in time with his bounces on my cock. “Like leading you around by this piercing. Would you like that, sweet boy? Being paraded around, shown off like a prized pet?”

Eli shuddered violently, his body twitching around me. “Yes, Sir, I want that. Want everyone to know I'm yours.”

The filthy admission made my blood sing with possessive pride. “That's right, you're mine. My perfect boy, my good little hole. I'd keep you naked and pierced, a collar and leash on your throat and a plug up your ass so it’s always ready for me. Lead you around by your cock ring and make sure everyone knows who you belong to. Fuck…”

I groaned, the filthy image of Eli as my kept boy, my collared and pierced fuck pet, pushing me rapidly towards the edge. My hips snapped up to meet his downward thrusts, fucking into his willing body with animalistic intensity.

“I’m going to cum inside you, Eli,” I growled, my grip on his cock and hip tightening to an almost bruising force. “And afterwards, I’ll plug you back up so you're sloppy and dripping with it all day. You want that, don't you, boy? To be marked and claimed from the inside out?”

“Please Sir, please fill me up,” Eli sobbed, riding me with renewed vigor, his prostate pummeled mercilessly with each brutal thrust.

His desperate, cock-drunk begging was like music to my ears, spurring my climax. With a growl, I pulled him down and held him steady as I came. Eli keened high and loud, his own neglected cock twitching violently against his belly, dribbling pre-cum.

But he was so close.

I panted harshly as the last spurts of my release filled Eli's hole, my softening cock still buried to the hilt inside him. He trembled in my lap, overwhelmed.

“Shhh, easy now,” I cooed as he whimpered and squirmed, his own aching arousal still untouched between us. “You took that so well. I'm so proud of you, beautiful boy.”

Carefully, I lifted his limp form off my spent cock, his wet hole making an obscene squelching noise as I slipped free. A river of my release immediately began to trickle out of his gaping entrance, dripping lewdly down his inner thighs.

“Oh no, we can't have that.” I tsked, swiping two fingers through the mess and pushing it back inside him. Eli shuddered and moaned brokenly at the intrusion to his sensitive rim. “This load belongs inside this greedy hole, remember? You're going to keep every drop plugged up in you all day.”

Keeping Eli splayed across my lap, I reached over to the side table to retrieve the vibrating plug once more. His eyes widened when he saw it, his cock giving an eager twitch against his stomach.

I poised the slick plug at Eli's entrance, rubbing the buzzing tip teasingly around his sensitive rim. He whimpered and squirmed in my lap, his blue eyes pleading up at me.

“Please Sir, I need it back in me, need to be full of you,” he babbled desperately, pushing his hips back to take the plug inside.

I let him have it, pressing the vibrating toy steadily into his eager hole until it sank in to the hilt, nestling snugly against his prostate. Eli let out a broken moan, his head falling back as he adjusted to the intrusion, his well-used body clenching hungrily around it.

“There we go, all plugged up again like a good boy,” I purred, giving his stuffed hole a possessive pat. “Keeping my load warm and deep inside you where it belongs.”

Eli shuddered, nodding frantically in agreement. “Thank you, Sir. I'll keep your cum in me all day, I promise.”

“I know you will.” I reached for the remote, my grin turning wicked. “And since you've been such a good, obedient hole for me, I think you've earned a reward. You’re going to come now for me.”

I turned the plug onto its highest setting and then reached around to stroke my boy’s cock. It only took a few pulls before his entire body convulsed, and he painted his chest and abs with his release. I watched in sadistic satisfaction as he writhed and sobbed in my lap, the intensity of his climax bordering on painful after so much teasing and edging.

Wave after wave wracked his overstimulated body, until he was spent and boneless, slumped against my chest. Eli whimpered as the plug continued to buzz mercilessly against his swollen prostate, aftershocks zipping up his spine.

“Too much, Sir, please...” he mewled pitifully, flinching with each pulse of the toy. But I simply held him steady, one hand gripping the back of his neck.

“You can take a little more, can't you, sweet boy? Milk a few more drops out for me. Show me how much you appreciate your reward.”

Eli keened brokenly but obeyed, his cock valiantly dribbling a bit more release before softening completely against his messy stomach. Only then did I relent, clicking the plug down to low and then mercifully off.

“There we go. Now, don’t you feel better?” I cooed, petting his hair as he panted and trembled and sobbed against me.

I gathered Eli's limp, trembling form into my arms, cradling him against my chest as he slowly came down from the intensity of his climax. He was still shaking, overwhelmed tears trickling down his flushed cheeks, little hiccuping sobs catching in his throat. My heart swelled with a fierce surge of protectiveness, the urge to care for and comfort my sweet boy consuming me.

“I've got you,” I murmured, stroking his damp hair back from his face. “You did so well for me, Eli. So perfect, such a good boy. I'm so proud of you.”

He whimpered softly and nuzzled into my touch, seeking comfort and reassurance. I held him tighter, rocking him gently as I would a child. We stayed like that for long minutes, breathing each other in as Eli gradually calmed, his heart rate slowing and his tears drying on his skin.

When his trembling eased and his breathing evened out, I carefully shifted him in my arms and stood, carrying him bridal-style through the apartment. Eli made a small noise of protest at being moved, but quickly settled again, looping his arms around my neck and tucking his face into my throat.

I carried Eli into the bathroom, his spent body limp and pliant in my arms. He was still floating in subspace, blissed out and trusting, and it was my duty and privilege to guide him back and care for him.

I set him gently on the edge of the large clawfoot tub, keeping one arm around his waist to steady him. He swayed into my solid form, seeking comfort and connection even as I reached over to start the tap. I adjusted the temperature until it was pleasantly warm before I stopped up the drain, letting the tub begin to fill.

I wet a soft washcloth under the tap before bringing it to Eli's face. I wiped away the drying tears and snot, cleaning him with the gentle reverence one would show a priceless work of art. Eli sighed and leaned into my touch, his eyes fluttering shut.

“I need to take the plug out now, sweet boy,” I murmured, setting the cloth aside. “I want you to breathe deep and relax for me, alright? Let me take care of you.”

Eli nodded drowsily, his body loose and open. I eased him forward to lean against my chest as I reached behind him. Gripping the base of the plug, I began to carefully work it out, twisting gently and pausing whenever he tensed or whimpered. His abused hole was puffy and swollen, clinging greedily to the toy.

With one last careful tug, the plug slipped free from Eli's body with a filthy squelch. He gasped softly as his gaping hole fluttered and twitched around the sudden emptiness. I set the toy aside to be cleaned later before turning my attention back to Eli.

Thick globs of my release were already beginning to trickle out of him, dripping down his crack and inner thighs. He whimpered and squirmed, hole clenching as if he were still trying to keep it inside like I’d told him to.

“It’s all right. We need to get you cleaned up now, sweet boy,” I murmured, easing him to his feet. Eli swayed unsteadily, his legs still shaky, but I kept a firm arm around his waist as I guided him into the warm, fragrant bathwater.

He sighed in contentment as he sank down into the tub, the heat soothing his aching muscles. I knelt beside him, rolling up my sleeves before reaching for a soft sponge. I wet it in the warm water before drizzling some of Eli's favorite bodywash onto it, working it into a rich lather.

Starting at his shoulders, I began to gently scrub his skin, washing away the sweat and cum and tears. Eli hummed drowsily, his eyes fluttering shut as he surrendered. I took my time bathing him, massaging the tension from his neck and shoulders, gently touching him, waiting for him to come back fully.

I washed Eli thoroughly and tenderly from head to toe, cleaning every inch of his skin with diligent care. He floated peacefully, eyes closed, his body utterly relaxed. Soft sighs and hums of contentment escaped his parted lips as I massaged his scalp and rinsed the shampoo from his hair.

When he was clean and pruning adorably, I urged him to stand, wrapping a fluffy towel around his shoulders. Eli swayed on his feet, still a bit unsteady, so I scooped him up into my arms and carried him out of the bathroom. He nuzzled into my neck, his damp hair tickling my jaw as I brought him to my bedroom.

I set him gently on the edge of my bed and began to pat him dry, the towel moving in soothing strokes over his skin. Eli hummed softly, his blue eyes blinking open to gaze up at me with open adoration. My heart swelled.

“How are you feeling?” I asked, tossing the towel aside to card my fingers through his hair.

“Good, Sir. Floaty. Safe,” Eli murmured, leaning into my touch. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“It's my privilege to care for you, Eli,” I said sincerely, cupping his cheek.

Eli nuzzled into my palm, his eyes fluttering shut again. “I don't deserve you, Sir,” he mumbled, his voice small and slightly slurred with exhaustion. “I'm a broken mess...”

“Hush now, none of that,” I chided gently, tilting his chin up to meet my gaze. His blue eyes were shiny with unshed tears, full of vulnerability and lingering shadows of self-doubt. It made my chest tighten. “You are not broken, Eli. You are perfect exactly as you are. A beautiful, strong, resilient young man who has survived so much. I'm in awe of you, truly.”

A single tear slipped down his cheek at my words, and I brushed it tenderly away with my thumb. Eli leaned into the touch like a flower turning towards the sun, desperately drinking in the praise and affection. It was clear he was starved for it, had been told for too long that he was damaged, unlovable. My boy had been so wounded by the world.

But I would show him how precious and cherished he was, one day at a time. With my words, my touch, my unflinching dominance and devotion, I would make Eli believe in his own worth and beauty. No matter how long it took for him to believe it.