4. Loss of Control

Chapter Four

LOSS OF CONTROL

“ N ipple play?” He put his hands over his extremely sensitive nipples. “Do you like it, Master?”

“Mmhmm… those are mine, pretty bird. Watch the screen.” Master’s hands were gentle but inexorable, lowering Sage’s and replacing them with his.

Suddenly, the screen was filled with options again—pierced nipples with rings and chains or with tiny bars, tortured with weights or clothespins, bitten, pinched, pulled into suction devices… His eyes and mouth both went wide at that as he gasped. That was… he shorted out just a little.

“Mine are very sensitive, Master,” he whispered.

“Do you want to look at any of these?” Master’s tongue slid against his ear, even as those fingers squeezed his nipple gently.

He whimpered, not sure if he could admit to any of them. The video must have read his eyes, though, because all of a sudden a sub appeared, kneeling in front of his Master as the man attached the suction device to his right nipple.

“Oh, this one is intense, isn’t it? The suction can do so many things.” That voice was at his ear, low and silky. “It starts slow, and it can do anything I wish. Steady pulling or suckling, like you’re being milked.”

He wriggled, unable to keep still, small whimpers coming from him.

“Let yourself fantasize. The view will change as you get more aroused.”

“But…” He shook his head. Surely he didn’t want to lose control. Surely. He prided himself on his control, on maintaining his center. There would be no control if his sensitive nipples were subjected to any of this.

“Listen to your Master. Do as you’re told, boy.” There was no anger, just will.

Your Master . Not me, but your master . He would put faith in those words. “I don’t want to lose control,” he whispered, offering it over to his Master.

“That’s not your choice anymore, sweet boy. I have you.”

His eyes went wide and a shiver worked through him. “Oh…” After a few breaths, he twisted his head to look back at his Master. “I’m sorry, Master, what was the question?”

“Watch the screen, let yourself feel.”

“Oh, right. Okay.” He took a deep breath, trying to find his center, his calm and control. “I mean, yes, Master.” He turned back to the screen and was immediately bombarded by the images of the sub with the suction machine on his nipples, humping the air and crying out.

“Do you want it to pull steady, or milk his nip? Both nipples? Just one?”

His Master’s words and the images were overwhelming and he called out the only answer he had. “Yes!”

The screen zoomed in, focusing on the machine as someone eased it toward one nipple. It fastened on with a soft whoomp sound, then the rhythmic suction started.

Master Ellison’s fingers began to work his nipples in the same way, a steady, breath-taking touch.

His cock was harder than it had ever been, his balls aching, and his own hips mimicked those of the subs. He cried out again and again, completely out of control as his Master stimulated him almost unbearably. He couldn’t catch his breath, and he flailed for purchase, his hands finding his Master’s legs and grabbing onto them.

“Shall we take one off? See what that first nub looks like?”

He might not survive it, but Sage wanted to see, he wanted to know. He nodded, unable to make himself speak.

The suction cup popped off, leaving the nipple red and dark, swollen and fat, and begging to be?—

Then sharp teeth took hold of that nipple, grabbing and rolling it, and he heard a wild, aroused scream. His own echoed the scream from the video and his hips bucked hard as his orgasm slammed through him, shaking him to the core.

He gasped and fought to catch his breath, mortified at his utter lack of control. “Oh, Master, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He’d never come without permission. Never.

“Mmm… good boy. This is meant to arouse you. I told you, that’s not your choice anymore.” Master Ellison didn’t seem angry at all.

He blinked up at the handsome—and kind—face of his new Master, confused. He was come-addled; that’s what was wrong. “I’m not sure I understand, Master. I lost control and came without permission. You’re not mad?” Master Ellison wasn’t going to punish him? Send him away?

“Mad? No, boy. You weren’t asked to hold yourself back, and I was pushing you to arousal. I said I didn’t allow orgasms by your own hand and I don’t believe in unplanned orgasms. Believe me when I tell you this was most definitely planned. You’re fine. Breathe.”

“Oh…” A wave went through him—relief, happiness—and he turned in his Master’s lap and wrapped his arms around the man, holding on.

A soft hum sounded. “I have you, sweet boy. I have you now.”

The comfort and support was so far out of his experience. Sage was beginning to believe that the fault in his previous relationship lay as much on his former master as himself. He took some breaths, letting his Master’s care help him find his center again.

“The sun is setting. I’d like us to share that together.”

“Yes, please. I’d like that very much.” He licked his lips and took another breath, then asked. “I can feel your arousal, Master. Would you like me to help with that?”

“Yes, sweet one, after the sun sets and we’ve had a moment to visit. I love to sleep after an orgasm.”

“Of course, Master. Whatever you wish.” He wanted to be a good thing in Master Ellison’s life. He wanted to make his Master’s life easier, better.

“Good boy. Get us both a water and meet me on the balcony.”

“Yes, Master.” He stood up and bowed to his Master, then made his way to the kitchen. He pulled a couple of water bottles from the cooler and made his way to the balcony, content to stay naked.

There were cushions and chairs on the balcony, the planet’s suns glowing pink and orange. So lovely.

His Master sat on a chaise and he patted the space in front of him, between his legs. Sage settled quickly, eager to be close to his new Master, for them to spend time together.

“This is my favorite part of the day. We will spend our sunsets here.”

“It’s already beautiful, Master.” It was. And there was a sense of peace out here that suited him to the bone.

“It is. I have been watching the sunset for years. It gives me great peace.”

He loved that his new Master valued peace and wanted to share it with him.

Leaning back, he rested against his Master’s chest. “Is this okay?”

“This is lovely. Tell me about where you come from.” The order was gentle. Simple.

“I’m from Earth. I’ve been a submissive for most of my adult life.”

“How fascinating. I’m from Venusia. It’s a lovely planet. Terraformed about a century ago.”

“Oh, how exciting. I always wanted to travel, but I haven’t had the means.” He’d been saving all his money for a rainy day. Maybe he’d always known that things were not going to work out with his former master. Maybe deep down he hadn’t wanted it to.

“When I have need to travel, you’ll come with. Assuming you extend our contract.”

“And assuming that you do too, Master.” It made him shiver, talking about the future, imagining a life with this generous man.

“We’ll act as if we will, then. I believe in starting out as I wish things to be.”

That warmed him right through, that Master wished him to be here, for them to be together. “Yes, Master.”

Master chuckled softly, eyes on the sunset. “It is lovely here.”

“It is. So easy to rest in peace.” He laid his head against his Master’s chest. He felt safe and warm and good. It boded well.

This felt like he might be able to breathe again, in peace.