3. A New Beginning

Chapter Three

A NEW BEGINNING

S age cleaned up their mess from supper once they were both done and wiped down the table. As soon as he was finished, he joined Master Ellison in the media room and kneeled at his Master’s feet, his ass on his ankles, his hands together behind his back.

“Supper was lovely, boy. Thank you.” Master Ellison stroked the back of his neck.

“You’re welcome, though I just ordered it in. Hopefully, you’ll enjoy meals that I cook for you.”

“We’ll manage just fine. Do you feel settled?”

“In this place or inside myself, Sir?”

“Both.” Master Ellison gave him a smile, which was warm, but not too forward.

He considered carefully. “I am settled in this place. Perhaps a little less so in myself.”

“Is it the fear of the unknown or something else?”

“It isn’t a bad feeling. I’m nervous but also excited that you might be the man I’m looking for.” Someone who would not consider him soulless. And that still hit a nerve.

“We’ll begin to explore that tonight with our vid. Are you aware of how it works?”

He turned his focus on Master Ellison, as the man deserved. “No, Master, I am not.”

“It’s quite amazing, to be honest. My company developed it, and Planet Key is implementing it through the planet.” Master Ellison sounded excited, happy. “When you watch the screen, it measures your interest by the dilation in your eyes, and follows that path.”

“So it’s different for everyone who watches it?” How incredible. But also a little daunting. What if Master Ellison was unhappy with the story his eyes told?

“Yes. Would you like to try? If you’re not ready, I understand.”

“Master…” He took a deep breath. “What if my eyes don’t show enough interest in anything?”

“Then it wasn’t filled with the appropriate images, and tomorrow, we try again. The base is from things you said on your intake form, I’m not worried.” Master looked down at him, and he could read no tension, no worry there, just a cool happiness. “Would you like to sit in my lap while you watch? You may.”

Oh, to be close to someone—that he craved. “I would like that very much, Master.” He stood, looking down at Master Ellison. How did he do this?

Master helped him without a word, slipping his robe from his shoulders before tugging him in, holding him easily. He stayed stiff for a moment before trusting that Ellison’s words were true, and he relaxed against his Master.

Master sat with him for a long time, just holding him, so still and relaxed. Then he clicked a button, the huge screen lit up. “I have a pair of glasses for you to wear.”

“Do you wear the glasses too?” He took the proffered specs and put them on.

“I do. Are you ready?” Master put the glasses on and the room went dark. The screen lit up.

The first set of images came up—three beautiful men, one with long flowing locks, one a gorgeous young man who was perfectly coiffed, and another who was bald. Totally bald.

“Which one do you like best, Master?” None of them really interested him. He had to admit, Master Ellison was more his type than these three had been.

“I can find beauty in all of them. Do you see yourself as any of these boys? Would you like to?” A button clicked and suddenly he was in the frame—long hair, a shorter cut, and then bald.

“Which one do you prefer, Master?” Was Master Ellison not happy with his looks?

“Oh lovely. This is about you, your needs and interests. Let’s move on.” Ellison zipped through one menu after another, landing on rooms—one brightly decorated, one neutral and cozy, one ultra modern with strong lines.

The cozy one reminded him of sitting here in Ellison’s lap and it made him smile. The neutral colors were soothing, too. The cozy room filled the screen, filled his vision. So beautiful.

“That’s so neat.” It was cool to see the program at work.

“Now you can fill it.” Another button clicked and every accessory he could imagine appeared around the edges.

“So I just look at the objects and the program will pick the ones it guesses I like?” There was a beautiful riding crop on the right side near the top of the screen and when he looked at it, the program put it on the couch, like it was ready and waiting for him. He actually squirmed a little at the exposure.

“That’s it. Just like that. Keep going. There are no wrong answers.”

He was fascinated by the program’s ability to pick out the things that interested him, so he took a few deep breaths to calm himself, and slowly looked at each object, one at a time.

By the time he was done, there were all manner of hitting implements strewn around the room, along with a hood and mitts, several masks, and a gag. The last items surprised him.

“Very nice.” Another few clicks and the room zoomed in. Suddenly there were videos of a naked man, one having his hole whipped, one having his shoulders flogged, one having his ass paddled, and one having the soles of his feet spanked.

He gasped, overwhelmed. He didn’t know which one to look at first, which one to focus on. Would any of the men on display lose control?

Master didn’t say a word, just held him.

He licked his lips and tried to keep his composure, but he had to admit the possibility that the subs being whipped might lose control was delicious. His thoughts surprised him. That wasn’t what he was looking for, was it? He valued his control. Took pride in it.

“Do you want sound, boy?”

He licked his lips again and tried to breathe, to speak without betraying his confusion. “Yes?”

“All right. Look at one.”

He went to the one that he’d not ever experienced, his eyes cutting to the boy having the soles of his feet spanked.

Soft moans filled the air, low and wanton, coming in time with the curling toes on the video.

“Oh…” His own toes curled.

“So, foot whipping is a yes. More?”

He took a few breaths, trying to center himself again, but it wasn’t easy with the sights and sounds still playing on the screen. “Yes, Master.”

The next one he glanced at was the sub, a crop lashing his hole. When the sound started, he heard, “Beg me, boy.”

“Pl-please, Master.”

“Please what, boy?”

“I deserve another set. Ten more. Please!”

He liked the crop on the hole, but not the begging so much.

The voices went away, replaced with soft moans. Oh, yes, that was much better. He nodded, even as his hole contracted.

The whipping lasted until the sub’s hole was red and swollen, then the video stopped, new options opening—a cock, a long thin dildo, a thick plug.

His eyes went immediately to the cock; he preferred the real thing to cold, hard replacements.

Suddenly, the sub’s hole was spread, being fucked. He groaned. That had to burn so good.

Then two thumbs slid in with the cock and spread . His eyes widened. Oh, that was thick. He needed to breathe.

The thumbs disappeared and were replaced by two fingers on each hand. Oh god.

“He’s going to be split apart!”

“Oh, sweet boy. Glance at the huge dildo, just to prove he won’t.”

He looked over at the dildo. It was enormous.

Then that same raw hole was taking the dildo, soft needy moans on the air.

Sage could hardly believe his eyes. “But it’s so big, Master.”

“Bodies stretch and stretch, boy. You have to take care, but they stretch.”

The sub on screen moaned, thighs going wide, balls swinging, and Sage could feel that his Master was going hard.

Oh, this was his Master’s fantasy. He liked knowing that, knowing a little bit about what made his Master tick.

And the sub did stretch, the sweet, red hole going thin as he worked to take the plug.

“Wow.” He didn’t have any other words.

“Watch now, as his body closes around the base.”

“I see it, Master.”

“He’s loving it. He’s so hard. The only thing that’s keeping him controlled is that tight ring.”

Sage’s gaze cut immediately to the sub’s cock, though he couldn’t quite see it from the angle displayed. But like he’d asked it to happen, the sub’s cock came into view. It was surrounded in leather at the base, and there was a ring in the tip, a plug holding the slit open.

“Oh, damn, that’s so pretty.” His eyes went wide, his own words surprising him.

“Isn’t it? The plug looks amazing. Would you like to see it inserted?”

“I… I don’t know.” He wasn’t being coy; he just didn’t know.

“Shall we try?”

He blinked and the sweet, needy, pierced cock was being held open, a syringe of lube pushing in.

He gasped, pushing back against his Master. He wasn’t sure if he was terrified or turned on.

“I have you, boy. Breathe.” Master’s hand landed on his belly, heavy and warm.

He obeyed, feeling his Master’s hand rise and fall with each breath. “That was… when the syringe filled his slit with lube, it was…” He took another breath and trusted Master Ellison with his truth. “Overwhelming.”

“Yes. It’s an odd feeling, having warm slick pushed inside you.”

“Have you had it done to you, Master?” That idea shocked him even more than what he’d watched had.

“In my training, I served as a submissive for a year, to understand what my sub felt.”

“I don’t think there are very many masters who would do that.” And Sage was impressed.

“I believe in knowing my sub, and this is part of it.”

“I am honoured, Master.” He really was. It made him feel… cared for, seen.

“My submissive is my honour, my treasure, my partner.”

He really liked how Ellison talked about his submissive. It made him want to be that sub. He relaxed back against the man.

“Let’s get our friend plugged, shall we?” Ellison hummed softly. “Let’s see all the plugs, one at a time.”

“Yes, Master.” He hoped there was no more lube injected into the sub’s slit, he could wait to see that again.

He glanced at a random plug, gasping at the sight of a long plug with a series of balls all along the length. “It’s so big.” He seemed to be saying that a lot, but he was discovering that maybe his former master hadn’t been as adventurous as he’d claimed.

“It is. And yet it will fit.” Master sighed softly, air brushing his cheek. “Can you imagine?”

“I’m not sure I can, Master.”

The slit of that heavy cock was held in an “o”, and the tip of the plug was rubbed over the slit.

He could hear the way the sub was moaning like this was the best thing ever. He couldn’t argue with those sounds.

The first ball pushed in, and he heard the soft gasp, the low groan.

“I’ve never seen anything like it, Master.” He’d never imagined anything like it either.

“It’s lovely, isn’t it? How he’s submitting?”

“Oh, yes, that part is magical.” Inspirational.

“Yes, giving that to his Master. What a gift.”

“Yes, Master.” He thought he was learning about Master Ellison, even as the man learned about him.

The balls went in, one after one. Each one earned a groan. Each one going in made him wriggle as he imagined it entering his own cock.

It was beautiful going in. So was the jeweled one, the hollow one.

The heavy, fat one, though? It made his eyes cross.

“Master.” He reached for Ellison’s hand, holding on tight.

“Yes, my boy?”

“It’s too much,” he whispered. He didn’t lose control like this, didn’t squirm and wince.

“Too much how, boy?”

The plug in that cock pressed in, stretching the slit, and the moans grew deeper.

“It’s so big that it’s disturbing, Master.”

“That one is a challenge, I know.” Master watched with him, and that metal plug went down and down.

He shook his head. “Crazy.”

“But he doesn’t sound disappointed. The sub sounds hungry.”

Sage tilted his head, really listening, and he heard it. Those were not groans of pain, they were needy, wanton sounds.

“So he…”

“Is a total slut for slit work. It makes him wild.”

He didn’t think it was for him, but power to the sub.

“The important thing is what makes you want. What makes you need.”

“I don’t think this is it for me, Master.” He liked hearing the sub be turned on, but not what they were actually doing.

“So choose something else.” A dropdown appeared with dozens of kinks.

“Am I allowed to pick another kink that involves being beaten, Master?” He didn’t want to be a one-trick pony, but he did love pain play.

“This is your program. Choose what suits you.”

He looked at the various whipping tools, focusing on the cat-o’–nine-tails. He’d never had that used on him before.

The weapon turned and seemed to come clear, so he was able to see. He licked his lips. It was pretty. Surprisingly pretty given it was supposedly also fairly brutal.

A man appeared with an unmarked back, draped over a spanking bench. Sage licked his lips. It was a beautiful back. Lovely muscles, smooth skin. It would look beautiful marked.

The first blow shocked him—the lines white, then almost immediately flooded with red.

And so many of them. There really were nine tails.

The second blow made the sub jerk and shy away. Oh. Would there be a third? He held his breath, waiting.

The third blow split the skin where the blows crossed. Sage gasped, his cock going hard as nails.

“Was that a gasp of fear or hunger? Do I have a pain slut on my hands?”

“Not fear, Master.” Was he a pain slut? Deep inside, perhaps he was.

“Hmm… shall we explore more deeply? See what excites you the most?”

“Yes, Master.” He wriggled where he sat, Master Ellison’s cock extremely firm against his ass.

“Naughty boy.” Master Ellison chuckled, and suddenly, there was a man over a leather-clad lap, a hand raising and falling.

Oh, he did love a good spanking. “Yes, Master.”

“So spanking is a yes.” The spanking on screen increased in strength and speed, the boy’s ass becoming almost purple from it. The Dom covered every inch, words of praise pouring down on the submissive.

It was the praise that filled him with need more than the actual spanking—though that was definitely a part of it. But while he’d been the one accused of being cold, he was discovering that the Masters in this vid were far more effusive and giving emotionally than his ex-Master had been. He moaned softly as the praise continued.

“I do like that as well. I believe in giving a sub what he needs—praise, punishment, a hint of pain, a bit of pleasure.” Master’s voice was like a silk cloth against his skin.

And like a balm against his bruised soul. His heart swelled with hope that he would be able to get what he needed from Master Ellison. It made him even more determined to be what Master Ellison needed, to give Master everything.

“Mmm… let’s see what else we can see…” Master chuckled. “How do you feel about nipple play?”