Chapter Nineteen

Finley

" A sex swing?" Finley eyed the contraption firmly attached to the ceiling above the bed, and several implements and toys on the table. The heavy iron device strapped where pillows should be looked ominous but Finley was sure it could do some kinky things when in Kage's hands.

He'd followed the instructions Kage had left for him and dressed in a bright red latex jockstrap. He'd douched, shaved his crack and face, then lubed the black silicone plug before he pushed it up his ass. The preparation process put him in the mindset and amped his anticipation for what Kage had in store for him.

The door clicked and Finley turned around.

"You're already hard." Kage's voice was low as his gaze raked over Finley like a passionate caress. He looked as sexy as always in leathers, boots, and a see-through black shirt that showcased his pierced nipples.

The urge to drop to his knees and beg for cock was strong in Finley, but instead, he straightened his posture, waiting for Kage's instructions. "I know that brilliant mind of yours came up with something interesting for tonight."

Kage's low chuckle was straight-up movie villain-esque, but his smile reached his eyes. He shrugged off his shirt, then tossed it to the chair with flair. He approached Finley in a fluid stride and kissed him breathless. The faint smell of his cologne and desperate twist of his tongue in Finley's mouth sent Finley's heart hammering.

"Sit on the bed and spread your legs."

Finley obeyed, licking his lips to catch any flavour of Kage still lingering. Kage stood between Finley's parted knees and ran a hand down his own chest to the bulge in his leathers. "I can't wait to get you set up for the night, but I see how you've been eyeing my nipples. You need some relaxing suckling."

Finley bit the inside of his cheek so as not to grin. "Then can I suck your cock?"

Without a reply, Kage gripped Finley by the hair and guided him to suck one nipple then the other. Finley rolled his tongue over the piercing, tasting warm steel, revelling in the rumble in Kage's chest. Closing his eyes, he focused on the sensations, and his mind cleared of the chaos of the outside world.

"Kneel with your hands behind your back." Kage yanked Finley off by the hair, the pull at his nape sending a shiver down his spine. He'd probably never be a pain slut, but the way Kage made him hurt added to the pleasure and he was looking forward to experiencing more of it in tiny increments. Kage's decisive movements put Finley in a mindset to obey and throw away decision-making.

Finley dropped to his knees on the wooden floor, clasping his hands at the small of his back. Not touching Kage was hard, but following instructions was sure to get him well taken care of. Saliva pooled in his mouth when Kage released his cock from his leathers and fed it to Finley in slow thrusts.

"That's my good Toy." Kage groaned, and the sound along with the praise went straight to Finley's hard-on.

Finley sucked, getting drunk on Kage's approving moans, but as Kage's movements grew quicker and deeper, he gagged and his eyes filled with tears.

"I'll train you to take my cock into your throat until you beg me to fuck your mouth every day." Kage held Finley to his groin by the hair until Finley could only take shallow breaths through his nose, then he let go.

Finley gulped air then chased Kage's dick, needing his nose back in those short pubes.

Kage chuckled, petting Finley's hair, fucking into his throat gently. "Don't swallow. Keep it in your mouth," he said and his thighs quivered just as he shot onto Finley's tongue.

"Hold it." Kage pulled out and kneeled in front of Finley, cupping his face. The soft adoration in his gaze defied the nature of this evening. Then again, the way Kage treated Finley was with respect to what Finley had asked for, and for him, it was the most romantic gesture.

"Now you'll give me my come."

What? Finley's eyes blew wide, but he kept his lips sealed, fighting the instinct to swallow.

Kage smirked. "Once I have it, I want you ass up on the bed." Kage kissed Finley, scooping his come into his own mouth with his tongue. It was so filthy, and so hot, Finley moaned as he felt precome drip into his jockstrap.

Once he had all of his come in his mouth, Kage patted Finley's face, and Finley scrambled onto the bed, assuming the position with his cheek against the soft bedspread.

Finley gasped as Kage pulled the plug out of his ass in one smooth motion. Then he felt Kage spreading his gaping hole with his fingers right before he buried his face there.

Finley moaned at the sensation and the very knowledge that Kage was filling his gut with his come. Kage replaced the plug and smacked his ass. He kissed the spot, then did it once more as if he couldn't help himself.

"Fuck, Kage, I could come right now if you'd just touch me."

"But you won't. Not until I tell you."

Finley huffed. It had been decades since he'd felt like stomping his feet, but the urge was strong in him right now.

Kage tapped the base of the plug. "Hold it until I situate you in your position. I need to know I'm inside you even if I won't be in the room." His voice was erotically low, but his tone was cool and collected.

"Where are you going?" Panic bubbled up in the depths of Finley's stomach.

"I have a scene scheduled for today. And you will wait for me here."

"Kage—"

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes." Finley didn't have to think of the reply.

Kage kissed Finley briefly. "Let me set up what I had planned and I'll explain everything."

With gentle hands, Kage guided Finley to lay face down on the swing, his hands and knees still touching the bed, but his torso supported by the straps.

Kage splayed Finley's palms flat on the bed, and secured padded leather cuffs around his wrists. Finley craned his neck around and spotted Kage with a spreader bar in hand. Kage took a step back, chewed on his lip and set it aside.

"This," Kage strapped a smartwatch on Finley's wrist, "will measure your heart rate, temperature and blood pressure." He tapped a similar device he was wearing. "I'll see it and get an alarm if something is off."

Finley nodded, taking it all in.

"This ball is connected to my watch as well." He placed a stress squishy in Finley's hand. "Dropping it will signal your safeword, and I'll be here in under a minute. I'll be able to hear you." He pulled out a pair of headphones and put them on Finley, covering one ear only, then stuck an earpiece into his own ear.

An electronic ping sounded. "We're paired," Finley said. "That's a lot of tech for a scene."

"I wanted to try something custom for you and Dylan was only too keen to help me in my research. You know him, right?"

"Yeah. I saw your scene with him." It was my best wank-fodder for weeks.

"He's a swimmer and his coach has been using these to track his vitals." Kage tapped his watch. "Dylan is the sub I have booked for tonight."

He picked up a pair of nipple clamps connected with a chain and a gem in the middle. Meeting Finley's gaze, he closed a clamp on one nipple.

"Ah!" Finley gasped as pain spread through his chest from one bud then the other. The tiny dangling thing was not a gem, it was a weight. Every time he swayed on the swing, it would pull his nipples more. "So I'll be hanging here and you'll leave to take care of Dylan?" Finley wasn't grasping the full picture.

"Yes, and no." Kage smirked as he turned the huge TV on the wall in front of Finley. A security camera image of Kage's stage set up for a scene popped up. "You'll be watching me."

Oh, that changed things. Finley's cock twitched.

"Does Dylan know?"

"Yes. I talked to him and his Mistress. I didn't tell them who you were, but that you have signed the club's NDAs. Besides, your job allows you to view the videos recorded during sessions to check nothing fishy happened, so we're good on that front. The Mistress wants to be alone with the Sub for the aftercare, so I'll be back with you when the session is over."

"Do you watch the recordings?" Finley remembered seeing the camera when he'd stepped on the stage for the first time. Now he had questions.

"Not often. They are automatically deleted after 24 hours. That's enough for me to analyse the scene and make sure anything that went wrong won't happen again. Or take a note of the things that the sub I worked with enjoyed the most," Kage replied from behind Finley as he was fiddling with the steel equipment there.

"Do you have the recording of our first session?" The sheer memory of it sent a tingle of excitement in Finley's abdomen.

"No. I deleted it." Kage traced the curve of Finley's ass, then up his spine.

"Did you watch it?" Finley had to know.

"Yes."

"Did you fuck your fist thinking about me?"

Kage slid his hand into Finley's hair, and Finley prepared for the pain of a pull. Instead, Kage leaned to meet Finley's gaze.

"I did. And I was terrified at the powerful hold you had over me. So quickly." Kage released a shuddered breath. "You were magnificent that night."

"I hoped I wasn't the only one feeling that connection but, you hid it well."

"I promise I won't do that anymore." He flicked the weight linking Finley's nipples, sending it swinging. Fuck, the sting went straight to Finley's cock.

"Good." Finley glanced down at his handcuffs, then wiggled in the swing. "I can get up and leave when you're not here."

"That's the point. I need you to want to be edged for the length of the scene while you're waiting for me to return." Kage unbuckled Finley's red jockstrap and tossed it aside, freeing Finley's cock. He scooped a dollop of precome on a finger and sucked it into his mouth, making a show of tasting it.

"This will be torture."

"The best kind. You'll love it." Kage took out another box and laid out the contents of it on the bed at Finley's side.

The set of flat patches with thin cables were similar to those Finley had seen in hospital before. Except Kage didn't attach them to Finley's chest—he secured them to his balls.

"Electro-stim was on your want-to-try list. So how about—"

"Ah, fuck!" Finley yelped when a jolt ran through his sac.

"How was that?"

"Good. Holy shit."

"Was that too intense?"

"No. My reaction was more of a surprise than shock. Give me more."

Kage chuckled and clicked through settings on the electronic pad. Finley had read about these. The next zap reverberated through him until he clenched his ass on the plug.

Fucking hell, how was he supposed to wait like that and not come? Kage was so amazingly evil. "How did you plan all this so quickly?"

"You're very inspiring. And my fantasies run deep when it comes to you, so I've been thinking what I could do to you for a while. Now, to the best part."

"You're not done?"

"Your cock will remain untouched, but everything else needs a workout." Kage grabbed the base of the plug which was keeping his come inside Finley and pulled. "Release it. That's it."

Finley felt the emptiness, then Kage's fingers grazing his open hole.

"If you're good, I'll fuck you tonight. No holding back." The tenderness in his tone let Finley know how big of a promise that was to Kage.

"I can't wait."

"Keep your ass open, but don't turn around."

The sound of lube being slathered on something gave Finley some idea of Kage's plans. He moaned at the pressure on his asshole as he accepted the dildo.

Would it vibrate?

Kage pressed a button on a remote on the table and a soft whirring noise started.

"Whoa!" Finley rocked forward as the toy fucked him in a steady rhythm. So that's what the metal contraption was for.

Kage levelled his face with Finley's and kissed his lips. "You'll be a good Toy for me and won't come. Is that clear?"

A tiny jolt of electricity ran through Finley's balls and he pushed back, impaling himself harder on the dildo, sending the weight on his nipples swaying, pulling on the clamps. He released a loud groan, then gasped in a breath.

"Yes, Kage." It was a promise that would be hard to keep, but he was determined to earn Kage's cock.

"Perfect." Kage pulled the headphones over Finley's ears, drowning the sounds of the thrusting machine. "I'll be able to hear you in case you need to safeword." Kage's voice sounded in Finley's ears as if he was already in his head, fucking with his body and mind. "But stay quiet so you don't distract me from my scene. Understood?"

"Yes, Kage." The planning and care Kage had shown in preparing all of this was more than anyone had ever done for Finley. For sex or otherwise. Fuck, he was ready to cry. Blinking fast, he took a deep breath instead.

God, I'm fucked in the head.

Kage kissed his temple. "Traffic lights or your safeword both work. I need your verbal confirmation."

He thought I was scared. "Yes. I will use the traffic lights system or my safeword which is glass. "

Kage cupped Finley's cheeks in his hands and the Dom demeanour gave way to a soft expression on his face. "How are you doing? Answer honestly."

"My body is strung in a good way. I'm stimulated just enough to— Ah!" He moaned as a zap ran through his balls. "Enough to inch onwards orgasm but I'll try not to come."

"Thank you." Kage whispered then cleared his throat. "You're the most extraordinary man I've ever met, Finley. And you're my perfect Toy." He kissed Finley again, deeper this time, setting fire to Finley's heart when his body was already burning for this man.

Finley didn't hear the click of the door closing, but he felt Kage's absence. Soon, the screen in front of Finley showed Master Kage, the Dom he'd met months ago, taking the stage. He looked up at the camera and winked.

Finley didn't fight the urge to giggle like the giddy sub he was and he let his joy fly free, laughing through the onslaught on his body. The electric jolts to his sac were probably random as the counting until the next one gave him different results each time.

Dylan's Mistress stepped onto the stage in thigh-high leather stilettos and a corset, with her short red hair spiked up meticulously. She walked Dylan on a leash behind her. Finley assumed it was him, as he wore a gas mask concealing his face. He was clad in latex from the neck down with a hole for his ass and cock which was strapped in a cage.

Finley's headphones filled with a muffled commotion from the crowd—the sound as familiar to him as the moans of Kage's subs.

Kage took over the leash and laid Dylan on the bench, strapping him down with leather belts across his torso and handcuffs around his wrists. He placed his feet into metal stirrups attached to the sides, exposing his hole to the audience and to the camera. The nipple clamps that went on Dylan were similar to the ones on Finley, except the chain linking them ended with a hoop instead of a weight.

"Will you be good for me today?" Kage's voice sent blood fast to Finley's dick. Fucking hell.

Was he talking to Dylan or Finley?

Could Dylan even hear him through the mask?

Dylan nodded and mumbled. He could.

Finley breathed through the new wave of arousal that hit him at the same time as his balls received a zap. He clenched around the dildo slowly fucking him and wanted to scream in frustration. Reining it in, all he could do was grunt.

"You're doing great." Kage's voice in his ear didn't help, but he refocused on the screen.

Kage was speaking to Dylan, but Finley was sure he had heard his struggle over the mic.

"That's right. Enjoy it."

Finley took the advice and let the swing hold the weight of his body a fraction more, relaxing into the slow onslaught of the fucking machine.

Kage freed Dylan's cock from the steel contraption and picked up a riding crop. He traced it from Dylan's neck to his exposed dick, now growing hard. He patted it with the crop, then delivered a few harder smacks. Dylan strained in his bonds and his muffled moan reached Finley though the microphone in Kage's ear.

Finley let his body be rocked on the swing gently with the dildo doing its job, and watched Kage slick Dylan's cock, then attach a pumping machine to it. With one hand squeezing Dylan's throat, Kage pulled on the chain attached to the clamps while watching Dylan's reaction through the mask.

He relaxed his hold and a wave of come splattered inside the pump as Dylan convulsed through his orgasm.

Kage smirked and lifted a brow to Dylan's Mistress. Sitting on the corner chair, she uncrossed her legs and tapped her chin with a finger. When she stood up, the smile on her crimson lips was positively evil. She took off Dylan's mask and looked down at his tear-stricken face as he mouthed I'm sorry.

"You came without permission, so now you will come again for me anyway," she said loud enough for Finley to hear. "After I do."

"Yes, Mistress."

She lifted her short latex skirt, lowered herself on his face, and took the chain connecting Dylan's nipples like reins. Kage approached the bench, pulling on a fresh pair of black latex gloves. He amped the speed of the pump working Dylan's cock and reached for a bottle of lube.

Kage looked into the camera and Finley almost came from the intensity of his gaze. He knew what he was doing and Finley loved his wicked brain.

Finley moaned and rocked back on the dildo, sending the weight swaying, pulling on his nipples. He was inching towards release, only to breathe through it, then for the process to start all over again.

His current predicament was far superior to him standing in front of the stage to watch Kage work. Now, he was floating, stimulated in so many places, he was on the verge of orgasm every few moments. But his cock remained untouched.

When Kage's fingers disappeared into the Sub, milking his prostate, Finley lost himself at the sight of it. Suspended there in his soft bubble of bliss, he wallowed in the sensations as they overtook his entire being.

He wasn't sure how much time passed, but he remembered the Mistress riding Dylan's face as she came and Dylan spurting into the pump, wiggling his ass on Kage's fingers.

Soon after, the door opened and Kage's face appeared in Finley's field of vision.

"Finley," Kage whispered, as he took off Finley's headphones and handcuffs. "You did well. I'll stop the stimulation, but I want you to hold on. Don't come yet."

Finley nodded. Even after the whirring of the fuck machine had ceased and the dildo had left his ass, he still felt the echo of the rhythmic fucking. He clenched his hole around emptiness and whimpered, then yelped when Kage unclasped his nipples one by one. Thanks to his thorough shave, Kage's gentle removal of the stim patches from his balls didn't hurt as much as he'd expected.

His skin felt delicate, stretched too thin, as if he was about to burst and his orgasm to explode out of his every pore. But he breathed deeply and followed Kage's prompts until he lay on his back on the rug, his legs bent and spread.

"I've been thinking of claiming you like this since I left the room. Fuck, Finley. You're perfect." Kage caressed Finley's thighs, sending a full-body shiver through him. He must have undressed in the meantime, as now he knelt naked between Finley's knees, his long, uncut cock glistening with precome and lube.

"Fuck me," Finley groaned. "Please."

In lieu of a reply, Kage held Finley by the calves and sunk balls deep in one swift move.

Finley cried out.

Kage's dick was in, to the hilt. Bare. The feel of his Dom inside him made Finley whimper, but it was the look of love in Kage's eyes that brought tears to Finley's. Could it be?

"I love that my cock is your first. That no one ever had your ass. It's selfish, but you—" Kage shuddered on a thrust. "This ass is mine and only mine."

"My hole is yours to fill whenever you want. I'm your Toy, Kage." Finley angled his hips up, wanting more of him. Because no matter what, it would never be enough.

"Mine…" Kage whispered, then swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Come when you're ready. You've waited long enough." He leaned over to catch Finley's lips, and the second their tongues touched, Finley soared.

He came on his stomach so hard, his body shuddered and tears flowed down his cheeks. His nipples still stung from the clamps, and his balls, now empty, ached with the echo of the electro stimulation.

He broke the kiss to take a breath, and met Kage's gaze. His Dom parted his lips on a loud groan as he tensed, mouthing Finley's name on a silent gasp.

Finley's ass was pulsing, squeezing Kage's cock, milking every drop out of his man, his Dom, his partner..

He claimed me as his. And now, I won't let him go.

His orgasm-addled brain pushed big words onto his tongue, but he swallowed them, keeping them in his head.

I love you . Finley thought, stroking Kage's back.

The warm light of the room played on Kage's features like a sunset, and his lazy smile spoke of satisfaction and more tenderness than Finley deserved.

"Are you okay?" Kage grazed his knuckles over Finley's cheek.

Finley released a tired chuckle. "I don't think you know what you just did to me."

"Then tell me."

"You made me feel whole. Made me feel something good again." Like I'm worth it.

"Fuck, Finley." Kage's voice broke, and he took Finley's mouth in a slow kiss, melting him even more. He pulled away with a grunt of reluctance. "How about a bath?" Splaying his hands on Finley's abdomen, he spread the come up his chest for emphasis.

"Only if you join me."

"With pleasure." Kage grinned.