6. Delicious Torture

Chapter Six

DELICIOUS TORTURE

S age was going crazy. Absolutely bug-fucking nuts. His nipples were on fire—they had been since breakfast when Master had toyed and played with them for what felt like hours. Maybe it hadn’t been quite that long—Master had stopped a few minutes after he’d come, which he’d not been able to help, the stimulation had been too much for his control. Now he was super aware of them, of the way they ached. Even the gentle breeze that was coming in through the window was too much stimulation and made him want to scream.

And they were simply having lunch together. Nothing else was happening, and yet he was ready to come again, his cock literally dripping with need. He wasn’t sure he was going to survive Master Ellison. But what a delicious way to go.

“How do you find the berries? I love the sweetness of them.” Master’s eyes were on him, dancing.

“Berries?” He blinked a few times, his focus completely shot. Well, no, that wasn’t entirely true, was it? The problem was that his attention was focused entirely on his aching nipples. He cleared his throat and looked down at his bowl of fruit. “Oh! The berries. Yes. They’re delicious, Master. I don’t think I’ve ever had them fresh before this morning.” This planet was a revelation, in so many ways.

“Feed me one, boy. They’re calling to me.”

“Yes, Master.” He didn’t ask which one his Master would prefer, because he knew he would have been told if Master had wanted a specific one. He grabbed one of the gooseberries because he’d never had one before today and he’d enjoyed the tart and sweet of it. He picked the plumpest one and held it to Master Ellison’s lips.

His Master ate it, lips pursing. “Tart!”

He felt his eyes fly open wide. Oh, no, had the one he’d given his Master not been good? “But sweet as well, no?”

“Yes. Sweet. Tart. Bright.” Oh, thank goodness.

He took a breath, relaxing again as it was clear he hadn’t made a mistake. “I’m glad you like it, Master. Another? A different one?” He was finding that he really enjoyed eating with his Master; it was another brand-new experience for him.

“Surprise me. Pick one the color of your sweet nips.”

He blushed as dark red as his nipples were, but he knew to grab a dark red raspberry, offering it to his Master with his cheeks flaming.

“Yum… luscious.” His Master snapped it up.

He gasped softly as his Master’s lips slid against his fingertips. He would have thought that the rest of him would be less sensitive because of his aching nipples, but he was finding the reverse was true.

“Beautiful boy. I do love your smile.”

“You do know how to bring it out, Master. Thank you.” He felt like he needed to reciprocate as well. “And I love how you see me.”

He received a gentle smile for that. “So what shall we do today?”

“Whatever you want, Master. I am at your command.” Literally.

“Then we should explore a bit. Take a walk. See our new home.”

“Yes, Master.” He waited to hear if he should put something on, or if his Master wished him to remain naked. He didn’t know which way he wanted Master Ellison to go, and that was another new experience for him.

“I have a cloak for you. Your beauty is for my eyes only. The robe is silken and cool, and you should be comfortable.”

“Oh, thank you, Master.” He bowed to Master Ellison. No one had ever said these things to him, done this kind of thing for him. He prayed to the universe that Master Ellison would want to keep him when their initial thirty days was up.

“If you are not comfortable, I expect your honestly and we will find another one.”

“Yes, Master, thank you. I’m sure the one you chose will be good.” His Master seemed to think of everything so he couldn’t imagine he wouldn’t be comfortable in the robe chosen for him.

“Sounds perfect. Good boy.”

Those words made him smile.

He beamed at his Master. He hadn’t been this happy in… forever. He quickly cleared up their lunch, putting the extra fruit into the fridge and washing the dishes so they could take their walk.

His Master dressed casually, but well, waiting for him in their common room. He admired the man’s looks for a moment—so handsome.

Then he went to Master Ellison’s side and kneeled next to him. “Everything has been cleaned up and I’m ready to join you, Master.”

“Excellent. Come and lay over my thighs, boy.”

“Wh—” He cut himself off. He was surprised, yes, but that didn’t give him the right to question his Master. He obeyed, draping himself over the strong thighs, quite comfortable a position, really. Aside from not knowing what was coming. Had he somehow screwed up and earned himself a punishment?

“Such a lovely ass.” His Master stroked his butt with a warm hand.

Of course maybe a spanking wouldn’t be a terrible punishment at all…

“Thank you, Master.” He tried not to clench his buttocks, but he couldn’t control his reaction to Master Ellison’s touch.

“I have a lovely little plug for you to wear while we walk. Something sweet and small. Something to remind you that I am always with you.”

“Oh, Master, thank you.” So attentive. He’d never felt so seen as he had since coming here. He licked his lips and wriggled in anticipation.

“You’re welcome, boy.” The touches continued, heating him up.

He stayed as still as he could, but it was so good, each touch making him want more so that he couldn’t quite keep his legs still. He was anticipating the plug now, too, so he waited for the touches to turn to that.

His Master’s hand did feel wonderful on his skin, though, and soon he was simply enjoying that rather than anticipating more. Which was no doubt what his Master had planned.

Eventually, he noticed slick fingers teasing his hole as well, the touches as easy and comforting as the petting to his ass. He hummed and wriggled again before he managed to stop himself. His Master was too good at this. Which was not a complaint at all. He found himself spreading his legs as best he could, making sure Master Ellison could tell he was offering his hole.

“Hungry boy. Do you need my touch?” Gentle taps sensitized his ring of muscles.

“Yes, Master, always.” Before coming here and meeting Ellison, he would have said he wasn’t hungry, he was very well-contained within himself. In only a day, everything had changed. It was like his Master’s touch had woken a sleeping giant of hunger that lived inside him.

“Excellent.” Master Ellison began to finger him, slicking him and slowly stroking his prostate, bringing him to a shivering life.

It was at once amazing and totally unfair.

He held on, not saying a thing, even as he started rocking, his body out of his control. He finally wailed, “Master!” when it became clear he wasn’t going to be able to hold back his orgasm.

Master pulled away, the plug sliding in almost immediately.

He cried out, come spraying from his cock as his orgasm took him.

“Mmm… Needy boy.” Master patted his ass. “You didn’t get enough of what you needed before. I’m glad we found each other.”

“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.” How lucky was he?

“You’re welcome, sweet one. That was lovely. You’ll leave the plug in for our walk.” It wasn’t a question.

He swallowed, but nodded. “Yes, Master.” Between his nipples and the plug, every step was going to be delicious torture.

He couldn’t wait.