The following story is a work of complete fiction, dreamed up in my own twisted little mind. I invented Lance and Sebastian, and any resemblance they might have to real people is purely coincidental. If you're uncomfortable with themes of consensual, loving bondage, domination/submission, or humiliation and training between two young men, please stop reading here. Everyone else, enjoy!
Thanks to TL for encouragement and wonderful suggestions.
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Part 13: Comfort
I called Ben in the morning of Seb's third day in diapers. He'd been quiet and subdued for most of that time, despite the flash of hatred in his eyes every time I changed him. I hadn't hurt him at all since the diapers went on, apart from our regular spankings; I also hadn't fucked him, or allowed him to suck my cock. This wasn't about sex for me or him, it was time for Sebastian to think about all the non-sexual aspects of our new relationship. The control, the submission and surrender, the things that came hardest for him. I was careful to touch him constantly, though, just petting and holding him, kissing him gently, forcing him to accept that the diaper didn't make him dirty or bad. By that third day, I was delighted to feel him melt into my hands when I stroked his shoulders, sighing happily and offering his body to me with a smile. His introspection had started to worry me; he's naturally boisterous and spirited and extroverted, and I never want to see him lose even a little of that sparkle that I love so much.
I knew he'd been hard inside his diaper a few times, as much as he hated it; after all, he hadn't come since Friday morning, and he has always been a healthy, horny boy. But I didn't call him on it, and he made no move to touch himself. I'd restrained myself to jerking off and coming on his face and head a few times, or slipping my cock into the place between his thighs and miming a fuck there. He'd definitely gotten hard then, but with no plug and no stimulation on his cock, he was helpless to do anything about it.
"Lance!" Ben's boisterous greetings always make me smile. He's so different from the gruff, harsh man I'd imagined any experienced master would be. "How ya doing, kid?"
"Hey, Ben." I kicked my feet up onto my desk and grinned. "You sick of hearing from me yet?"
"What, you and that precious gorgeous boy of yours?" Ben laughed. "Never. Though I'm more than willing to introduce you to a couple more fun-type people whenever you want."
"Really?" I sat up a little straighter. I felt bad, going to Ben and my internet mentors whenever I had a problem I couldn't work out, and the idea of meeting new people and making new friends for both Seb and myself was exciting.
"Sure. In fact, I'm having some buddies over Tuesday night. No big scenes, nothing intense, very low key. But long-term dom and sub partners only. You and Seb are more than welcome to come." I could hear the smile in his voice. "Just be sure to lock that boy's ass up tight. He's a hot little number, and I'd hate for people to get tempted." I could tell he was teasing, so I could laugh along with him.
"I'll be sure. That behind is just for me."
"Possessive." Ben's teasing tone took a slightly more serious turn. "For his own good, you may have to let go a little, at some point."
I sighed, serious again as well. "I know. I know. In fact, I called to ask you about that, among other things. But first things first. He really fought the diapers."
"I'll bet he did. Physically?"
"Yeah. Flipped right off the bed, backed up against his collar and fought like a cornered dog. I had to bring him down and shake him back to his senses; it was kind of shocking. Hot, too, in retrospect."
"I bet. It's a good thing you didn't let him get away with it. How's he doing now?" Ben sounded honestly concerned.
"He hates it. SO much. And he hates me too, whenever I have to change him. I've gotta tell you, I'm not a big fan of that process either, even though it's fun to watch him dance around under the hose I've attached to the cold water tap in the tub."
Ben chuckled. "Pretty picture. He's going to hate you sometimes, it's a part of this. I know you know that, but it can be kind of hard to deal with. Has he calmed down at all?"
I thought of Seb. Last time I'd seen him he'd been upstairs curled in his dog bed, talking on the phone to one of his best friends from high school. He'd sounded sleepy and a little cranky, but content enough, and definitely not the hysterical creature I'd had to deal with on Friday night and Saturday morning. "Yeah," I said quietly. "He's accepted it. I want to take the diapers off him now, I think that lesson has been learned. But I can't tell if it's too soon or not, and I don't want to diminish the lesson by ending it too soon. But he's lost some of his spirit these last few days, and I don't want it gone permanently."
"Oh man." Ben's voice was rich with sympathy. "You sound stressed, Lance. Don't start doubting your instincts now. You're kind of at a disadvantage here, you know. Most of the masters I know were once slaves, at least briefly. They know how things feel, how different punishments affect them mentally as well as physically. You don't have that background, but you've got great instincts, and you know that boy inside and out. Trust yourself."
I laughed a little, wryly. "Maybe I'm just horny and it's making me doubt my judgment. I'm not used to going three days without sex any more."
"Jesus!" Ben sounded shocked, though he was chuckling too. "No wonder. I always worry about asking shit like this, but can I offer you something?"
"Offer away."
"It sounds like you could use some company. I don't usually invite myself places, but I've got the shop closed today, and I've got a present I was hoping to bring by anyway. Corey and I could stop by, spend some time with you and Seb. Give you both something else to think about. There are things I'd like to ask Sebastian, and tell him, that I think will help you both, and I'd like to offer you some private time with Corey. I know you love your brat, but sometimes every master can use some easy, stress-free service."
"God, Ben." It sounded like heaven. "I would love to see you and Corey, and anything you can do to help Seb...It all sounds fantastic. How soon can you get here?"
He laughed happily. "I've got some things to get together here. A few hours? That'll give you some time to get Sebastian settled with the idea. While you're playing with Corey, maybe he and I can have a talk."
That gave me pause, but only for a moment. I trusted Ben implicitly. "That sounds like a plan. We'll be waiting."
Seb was off the phone and picking fretfully at the plastic strips that held his diaper in place when I got upstairs. He smiled at me, though, and came easily as I tugged him out of his bed and into mine. I laid him down on his side and spooned up behind him, my naked cock rubbing against the soft plastic that he wore, my hand flat on his belly. He sighed, and pushed his hips back at me suggestively. Sometimes I wonder how Sebastian could have lived so long without realizing what a total bottom boy he is.
"Hey, sweetie." I nipped at his ear, and he giggled a little.
"Hi, sir." He tipped his head back, giving me better access to his neck, and I sucked it approvingly. "Mmmm. Oooh, yes. Sir...please...today?"
It was a sign of his progress that I could tell that he was begging me to fuck him, not take off the diaper. "Maybe later," I promised softly. Reaching down with my hand, I slid it into the front of the diaper though the leg hole, finding it hot and damp inside, as I'd figured it would be, since he'd been dry when I spanked him. He squirmed, but almost out of habit; there was no real intent to escape there. I turned my wrist and grabbed a handful of soft, burning-warm moist flesh. He was flaccid, and I could knead his penis and balls together, feeling the skin and cock and testicles shifting in my fist as I held him gently.
Sebastian's arousal signs are unmistakable. His long back tenses, the skin on his neck and shoulders starts to sweat, his breathing comes fast. He was doing all that now, and yet his cock stayed limp and small in my hold. I was fascinated.
"Baby," I hummed. "I love you. I want to fuck you. I want to shove my cock so far inside you that you can feel it in your tummy, I want you to bleed for me. I've missed that...have you missed that?"
"Oh, YES," he moaned, hips twitching eagerly. "Oh, please. Please. Put it in me, I need it, I need it." But he was still soft. I started to get an idea, but it seemed crazy, even to me...it was surely too soon. Still...I started tightening my hand. Little by little, listening to his moans and whimpers, until suddenly I closed my fist around him brutally, digging my fingertips sharply into his yielding testicles.
"OUCH!" He almost jumped out of his skin, the shout of pain echoing around the room. But his cock leaped to life and strained against my palm. I kissed the back of his neck, overwhelmed. My little masochist already needed pain to get hard. I could have fucked him gently and he would have gone crazy with pleasure, but without at least a hint of pain, his cock just wouldn't fill, at least not today. I'd learn later that it was linked to mood and his desires of the day, or the hour, or the month.
"Shh, shhh," I gentled him, sliding my hand free and stroking his side softly. "It's okay. Relax, let it go down." He was almost bucking back against me in frustrated arousal, whispering "sir, sir, sir," like a mantra. "Hush, Seb. We're having company soon. Ben and Corey are coming over, they have a present for us and they want to spend some time with us. That'll be nice, huh?"
He went still as his brain engaged again. "Presents for us?" He sounded wary but interested. "What sorts of presents?"
"I don't know," I laughed. "Ben wouldn't say. I'm sure it's a fun toy that we'll both enjoy, though. And honey...we need to talk about something." I turned him over gently, so he was looking at me, apprehensive. "I love what we do together, you know that?"
"Y-yes sir," he said hesitantly, searching my eyes.
"And I love you, more than anything. But I realized when we were dealing with your diaper that we both need to talk to other people, people with more experience. You're still fighting me inside, baby." I kept my voice gentle, but he still paled, blinking rapidly.
"I'm trying," he whispered, clinging to my hand. "I'm trying as hard as I can. Don't give up on me, don't give me away."
"God, no!" I think the force of my reaction must have reassured him. "I'd never give you away. But sometimes we're both going to have to deal with other masters, other slaves. And I want you to talk to Ben, today. He's going to ask you some questions and tell you some things, things that will help you understand and know how to behave." I thought it would probably be unmasterful to beg him to PLEASE take it to heart, since I was getting very frustrated with the situation. But I smiled tightly and stroked his cheek with a finger, watching his eyelashes flutter.
"Is he going to touch me?" Seb didn't sound too terrified by the prospect, so I nodded.
"Yes. And I'm going to play with Corey."
"What?" He bolted upright at that, staring at me. "Sir, but. I'm your slave, Corey's not."
"I think it would be good for you to remember that right now," I warned him softly, and he flushed bright red and sank back down onto the bed. "I'll touch who I want, Sebastian. You will touch who I permit you to. And that's the way life is."
"I don't like it," he grumbled under his breath, and I noticed his fists clenching and unclenching. "I don't like him. He's not right for you."
I snickered at that, heartened by his little jealous display. "I'm not adopting him, baby. Just enjoying him while you and Ben have your talk. You may not have noticed, but the last few days haven't been all that easy on me, either." From his stricken look, he hadn't noticed at all. I wasn't surprised.
"I'm sorry, sir," he said, staring at my shoulder. "I'll be...I know that's not right. I'll be good for Master Ben." I stroked his hair back out of his face.
"I know you will. You'll make me proud, like you always do." He smiled at me then, and reached down to scratch absently at the leg of his diaper, and suddenly froze.
"Oh no." His eyes were huge, and his voice an appalled whisper. "I'm in. They're going to see. Lance."
I was tempted to keep him in shameful agony until our guests got there, but I reminded myself of how good he'd been this last day, and I kissed him again. "No, honey. The diaper's coming off. You've been a good boy, and I think you're ready for the potty again."
"REALLY?" He sat straight up and stared into my eyes, disbelieving and joyful and eager all at once, his indigo eyes shining, his smile lighting up his whole face. I grinned back and him and nodded. "YES!" he shouted, and leaped out of the bed, punching the air. I hooted laughter and watched him dance around, the hated diaper ignored for once.
He moves like oiled silk, Sebastian does. I just luxuriated in the sight of him, smooth young muscles shifting under his bare skin, the pink spikes of his little nipples, the wings of his collarbones and the flat plane of his stomach. He realized soon enough that he was putting on quite a display, and grinned at me through his long bangs, stretching and preening under my eyes. I stretched out myself, and dragged my fingers up my own cock, and watched his eyes get hot. Oh yeah, he wanted me. He moved closer to the bed, swaying his hips provocatively, and I shook my head.
"Nope. None of this for you, till you're out of your diaper and back in your belt." I ignored his disappointed pout, and slipped off the bed, taking his hand. "Let's get you changed. My cock misses you."
"I miss it too," he grumbled, but almost knocked me down in his eagerness to follow me to our playroom. He crawled up on the table with none of his normal reluctance, and watched me closely as I got the washcloth and wipes, and the belt from its hook on the wall. "Do I have to have the belt?" His voice was plaintive, not challenging, so I just nodded.
"'Fraid so, sweetie." He sighed, but lifted his legs so I could remove the diaper and wipe him clean.
Even when I was going to put another diaper back on, I could tell he enjoyed me handling him. I was careful to scrub beneath his balls and around the sensitive head of his cock, limp again now. He was as pliant as a child, spreading himself wide so I could get to all of him, until he was pink and shining clean. "Pretty boy," I told him fondly, brushing a finger across his asshole, and he blushed with pleasure.
Locking him into the belt has become something of a ritual for us. He sweated and trembled, as always, even though I hadn't yet told him I planned to keep him in the belt for at least a week this time, to see if I could milk him without an erection. As the last padlock snicks shut, his knees always buckle a little, and I had to murmur to him softly and let him have a moment to adjust, before he took a deep breath and stood straight again.
"On your knees," I told him, my cock hard and aching, thumping up against my belly with the force of how much I wanted him. "No hands. Make me come quickly, we've got some cleaning to do before people get here." He dropped to his knees instantly and almost inhaled my cock, bumping his head against me as he overbalanced in his eagerness. I slapped his cheek to keep his mind on the job, and he breathed deep and started sucking frantically, his hot wet mouth closing like a vacuum around me. I came so fast it was almost embarrassing, but I'd needed to take the edge off before we could play at all this afternoon. Still elated from losing the diaper, he danced off to the bathroom to get his enema ready, and I could only shake my head and grin after him, my knees still a little weak from the force of my orgasm. Sometimes he was just so cute I almost couldn't stand it.
Three days of emptiness and he was tight as a virgin again, and squeaked and mumbled wordlessly as I worked the hose into him and released the switch that filled his belly with water. He was bent over the counter, butt presented to me neatly, and I let the water flow longer than I ever had before. He was gasping "stop, stop," but I let it fill him until he was jerking up against the hand I had flat on his back. There was a fine tremor running through his muscles as the cramps rippled through his abdomen...I stood him up and forced him to brace, hands behind his head, watching his body heave as he fought to keep the water in.
"Sir," he moaned, face pale after less than a minute. I found myself smiling. I'd missed hurting my boy; there's a difference between psychological torture, like the diaper, and the kind of physical pain that brings us both to such ecstasy. He was quivering, staring me in the face, begging me with his eyes, and I just smirked, my cock already rising again.
"Tell me what it feels like," I commanded him gently, realizing he was holding his breath. "Don't let a drop fall, honey, or you'll be licking it off the floor."
"Oh my god, no, sir, please," he gasped, almost falling to a squat. "I'm not used to holding it any more, sir, it's hard. It HURTS, cramps, so bad..." his distended belly heaved, like he was going to give birth, and I watched, smiling. "Please, I can't hold it any more."
"Thirty seconds," I said in a distant voice, cataloging all the signals of his beautiful pain. "Count them."
He started immediately, his voice trembling with effort. By the time he got to thirty, his hands were clenched in his hair, every muscle in his body locked, especially his buttocks. I made him wait another second after he whimpered "thirty," and the tension ratcheted to an extreme point, and then I nodded my release and he leapt for the toilet.
"Good boy," I told him, as he moaned in relief, emptying himself with a rush. "Now, let's try that again."
I kept him in the dark about the details of Ben and Corey's visit, and he was almost bouncing off the walls by the time the doorbell rang. I let him answer it, dressed only in his belt and his 'dress' collar and cuffs, clean inside and out. He flung the door open, and then stepped back in shock. From behind his shoulder, I laughed a little.
We'd only ever seen Ben and Corey in the shop and the attached dungeon, and they'd been dressed for the occasions in leather and chains, respectively. Now they were standing on our doorstep, holding hands, in jeans and sweaters like anyone else. The only sign of their special relationship was the slim unobtrusive collar around Corey's neck, and the charming way he deferred to Ben.
"What, you thought they'd come rampaging in swinging whips and riding leather dildos?" I chided Sebastian lightly, and he flushed, before politely inviting them inside. Both Ben and Corey smiled at him and stepped through the door, looking around as new guests often do.
"Welcome to the House of Pain," Sebastian said melodramatically, having found his composure. "Um, I mean, welcome, Sir." He grinned cockily at me, and I rolled my eyes.
"As you can see, Sebastian's spirits have improved," I told Ben dryly, shaking his hand.
"I can certainly see that," he replied solemnly, though his eyes promised that Seb would regret his cheekiness later. I sighed in relief. Someone else was on the scene, and I could take a break. I turned to Corey, who had already removed his outer clothes silently and gracefully, and was standing at Ben's shoulder naked.
"Hello, Corey," I said, smiling at him, appreciating his beauty and humility. He smiled back, shyly, and ducked his head.
"Hello, sir," he said softly.
"I'll let you in on a secret, Lance," Ben said loudly enough to be heard by all as I led them to the living room. "Corey was very excited about our visit. He's taken quite a liking to you." He winked at me, and I caught Corey's blush out of the corner of my eye, as well as Sebastian's outraged stiffening.
"Well, I've taken quite a liking to him, too," I admitted. He wasn't Sebastian, but he was truly lovely, and devoted entirely to his master. My hands itched to touch him, especially knowing that later, they could and would.
"And how are you, Sebastian?" Ben reached out and caught his collar, dragging him stumbling to stand in front of him. Seb's tall, but Ben still has inches and pounds on him, and Sebastian seemed to shrink under my eyes, looking hastily at the ground.
"I'm fine, sir. It's good to see you."
"That's better." The edged warning in Ben's voice was enough for Sebastian, who looked at me, frightened. I carefully made my face blank. "When meeting another master, Seb, you present yourself politely for greetings, and then you await instruction. That's all."
"Yes sir," he said, much subdued, but excited too. Ben grinned at him, then.
"Now. The two of you should go get our present out of the van. Corey, don't forget the goodie bag. Go on." Corey tipped his head at Seb, and the two young slaves hurried back out the front door.
"Whew." Ben sank down onto our couch, still grinning. "They make me feel old, sometimes. All that energy, all those hormones. Okay, the hormones don't make me feel old." I nodded tired agreement, and he watched me with those sharp eyes. "How are you doing, Lance? Tell Uncle Ben." Even I had to snicker a little at that one.
"I'm tired," I admitted. "Even when he's not fighting me, I'm always thinking about him, worrying about him, trying to stay one step ahead of him. It's stressing me out. And now I'm second guessing myself. I wish..." I shook my head.
"No, c'mon, don't stop there," he encouraged me, leaning forward with his elbows braced on his knees. "Getting it out helps, we've ALL been there, you know."
"I wish I was more experienced," I admitted, blurting it out. "I wish I knew what I was doing, what he's feeling, so I could just KNOW what to do. I mean, I usually do. Just these last couple of days, I kind of feel worn down."
"You're burning out, sounds like. You need a break. You're a good master to Sebastian, and you'd doing an incredible job with him. And if you're really serious about wanting to find out a little more about what he's feeling and going through, I can introduce you to someone who can help, who specializes in helping masters with no slave experience. But at the moment, I think you just need a break." He patted my shoulder, and clapped his hands, and the boys came staggering through the door, carrying what looked like...a chair. A really great chair. Heavy base, slanted back brace and no actual seat, just many straps and arm supports. And stirrups that would spread the sitter's legs obscenely, erotically wide, so in fact he'd be squatting over open air, high off the ground. I looked at Ben, feeling my eyes go big, and he nodded at me with a smile.
"Corey and I've moved on from this to the next model. But we spent good hours with the chair, didn't we, baby?" Corey set down the chair and nodded, chest heaving as he sucked in air. Sebastian couldn't seem to take his eyes off the chair. "You have access to just about every inch of his body in the chair," Ben went on to explain, as I walked around it, Sebastian plastered to my shoulder. I could hear his fast breathing. "It's wonderful for canings, spankings, punishment of all sorts. And of course it's got the attachments for all your medical supplies and toys, if you get into that." He showed them off proudly, and I could only shake my head.
"Ben, this is unbelievable! What an amazing gift. Don't you think, Seb?"
"Oh yeah," he breathed, looking at it with bright eyes. "Can I sit in it now?"
"In a moment. I need to ask Master Ben something." I glanced at Ben, and he nodded, and stepped out of the room with me. "I haven't told him that I'll be leaving him alone with you," I said quietly. "I wanted to make a few requests of you first. I know it's probably not kosher, since I've practically begged for your help with him..." I trailed off, uncertain.
"You're his master, Lance," Ben said encouragingly. "It's your right and your duty to put boundaries on things he does with anyone else." I nodded thanks for his understanding.
"I won't interfere, though I'd like to be there when you start with him. But...I'd like you to not fuck him. Or gag him. Those are things we're still keeping between us."
He grinned at me, and clapped me on the shoulder. "Those are very reasonable requests. No problem at all. Can he come?"
"Nope." I grinned back, relieved. "In fact, I'd like his belt to stay on. Anything off limits with Corey?"
"Nothing, and I'll leave it up to you if he comes or not; he's not on chastity discipline just now. And don't think I think that makes me superior, or more generous with my slave. Corey's been with me so long that we understand each other perfectly. I think he'd be hurt if I didn't hand him over free and clear." We went back to the room, where Sebastian was eyeing Corey jealously, and Corey was waiting with perfect composure. I stepped to Corey's side and held out my hand, and he took it with bright eyes. I led him to the couch and pulled him down to my lap, feeling between his legs without any warning, my eyes on Sebastian, who was focused on Ben, now. As he should have been. Corey sighed in pleasure and spread his legs as I pinched the spongy tip of his cock between my thumb and finger.
"Sir?" Sebastian's voice was uncertain as Ben reached out and tweaked his nipple.
"I'm going to show you and Lance how the chair works, Sebastian. I expect you to be on your best behavior, now." Seb nodded, wide-eyed, hands slipping unconsciously to his chaste crotch. "None of that, young man. Now slide up." He helped Seb into position, hands firm but gentle, spreading Seb's legs until his ankles could be locked into the stirrups. I could see his little hole fluttering wildly as cool air hit it, and he whimpered quietly, biting his lip and twitching his hips in arousal. I smiled. Straps went tightly around his forehead, upper chest, waist, and abdomen, and his eyes got wider and wider. I hadn't restrained him fully, yet, loving to watch him squirm in agony, but in this chair, he couldn't so much as move a muscle. Even his knees and elbows were bound tightly to the braces on the stirrups and the arm bars, and soon he was spread immobile, panting lightly.
"Before you get too caught up in Corey, there, Lance, you might want to watch this," Ben told me genially. He'd stripped off his shirt, and that amazingly broad, furred chest was exposed, tattoos coiling all over his skin. Corey slipped off my lap with a sigh when I pinched his ass, and I went to Ben's side.
He'd retrieved the "goodie bag," as he'd called it, and was laying out things that were unfamiliar to me. Probes and clamps, calipers and other things, and one metal instrument that drew my eyes. "Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything too nasty to him," Ben added, probably for Seb's benefit, since his eyes were rolling wildly as he tried to get a look at what we were doing. "It's just easier to keep all this gear together. 'Course, if you want I'd be happy to demonstrate it all." He picked up the thing that I'd been looking at, and showed it to Sebastian.
"This is a speculum. It spreads you out and gives us a good look into your insides. I use it mostly to make sure that Corey's not hurt inside after we play rough, but it's a lovely stretcher, and a nice toy all on its own." Sebastian's eyes were so wide I could see the whites all around his pupils, now, and he kept glancing at me. I nodded to Ben, eager to see.
"Will it hurt, sir?" Sebastian's voice was small, but I could hear the anticipation trembling underneath the fear.
"Oh yes," Ben said cheerfully. "Quite a bit, I expect. I want Lance to watch because inserting it properly and using it correctly can either keep it from tearing you or make it do so, depending on what you're going for." Seb made a little noise in his throat, and closed his eyes. A bead of sweat trickled down the clean, smooth line of his groin.
I glanced back at Corey, who was sitting neatly cross-legged on the couch, and watching it all go on calmly. It amazed me to realize that this was nothing he hadn't experienced himself, many times, in many ways. I took the time while Ben lubed his fingers and the speculum to strip myself, knowing that watching this would make me impossibly hard.
I love playing with Sebastian's ass. It's this private secret place, and my favorite spot to hurt him or make him come. I adore putting things into him, watching him take them, seeing him lose his mind from the pleasure and agony. There's something incredibly erotic and appealing about that clean-shaven little pink rosebud, whether it be swollen and squishy from my punishment or tight and nervously tiny, like now. I wanted to tell him that relaxing would make it easier, but I contented myself with stroking his belly and kissing him gently. He sighed into my mouth, and I think he DID relax a little. "Master Ben knows your safeword, Seb," I murmured to him, looking to Ben for his affirming nod. "Be brave. He'll make it wonderful for you."
"I know, sir," he answered softly, looking at both me and Ben with trust. "I'm ready."
I stood by Ben's shoulder as he shoved one finger into Sebastian, the only response a quiver and squeak; he couldn't move an inch. "God, he's tight," Ben sighed appreciatively. "Hasn't been anything in here in a while, eh?"
"Not a thing for days. We've been concentrating on other things." I watched Ben's thick finger probing and spreading roughly, and then it withdrew, shiny still.
"I think that's enough prep," he said calmly, ignoring Sebastian's gasp of protest. Without any ceremony, he placed the tapered tip of the speculum at Seb's pucker, and shoved it in in one brutally smooth thrust.
Sebastian, unable to move or react in any other way, shrieked, all his muscles standing out in relief. The thick base of the instrument was stretching him widely, and the ring of muscle looked tight and strained and painful. Ben chuckled a little.
"Quite a squeaker, this one. Hold on, boy, we're not even close to done." I watched, enthralled, my cock filling with every turn of the crank that forced the speculum wider, each one dragging another scream out of Seb. He was drooling precum from the hole in his chastity belt, the big muscles in his legs jumping and spasming in time with the muscle of his anus, as it clamped and released, clamped and released, uncontrollably. I wanted to be where that speculum was, spreading and stretching Sebastian, and from the hot look in Ben's eyes I wasn't the only one. "It's more painful than a plug," he told me as I watched. "It stretches straight against the muscle without pushing in, and there's no way his body can suck it in for relief." Every click that he widened it pushed Seb's anus wider, and I saw the skin stretch and strain and finally tear as delicately as tissue paper, darkening with blood and the effort it was making to contract. I don't think Sebastian even noticed; his voice was a long high whine of pain as he panted through his nose, eyes staring blankly, teeth clamped into his lower lip.
"There," Ben finally said with deep satisfaction, when the speculum was extended completely. Sebastian was stretched shockingly wide, and I could actually see inside his body, the soft dark smoothness of his rectum and inner walls. I blew teasingly into the speculum, and his harsh groaning breaths were broken by a moan. Ben stepped back, looking at Seb with a smile on his face. My boy's skin was flushed red and sheened with sweat, the black straps holding him still except for his heaving ribcage as he fought for control. His eyes were wet, his lips red and bitten, and I kissed him fiercely, biting at them myself, loving the sounds of his whimpering. When I pulled back, he was crying again.
"Seb, listen," I ordered him, and his eyes locked on me. "Like I told you before, Ben has agreed to help us again, very generously. I'm leaving you with him. No-" I raised my hand and stilled his shocked protest. "No arguments. He won't fuck you or use your gag, and you won't be allowed to come. Mostly, he wants to talk to you. Mind your manners and pay attention." He nodded, and licked his dry lips, eyes still a little glassy and vague.
"Yes, sir," he whispered, and I saw true fear. "Don't leave me, sir," he begged quietly, and I realized he was more afraid of abandonment than of any pain. I had to kiss him again.
"I'm leaving with Corey, sweetie. I'll be back later. I love you so much, Sebastian, always."
"Me too," he said bravely, blinking away desperate tears. "I'll be very good." I nodded, and gave him a smile.
"Now that's damn sweet," Ben laughed. "Now, Master Lance, can you show me your equipment? I think a nice lashing will help take Sebastian's mind off his ass for the moment. Corey? Come." Corey obediently heeled, and we left Sebastian there without a second look.
"So fucking hot," I muttered, as we made our way up the stairs, walking with some difficulty due to the raging erection between my legs.
"He's special," Ben agreed. "I'll whip him lightly, and when I'm sure he's paying attention, we'll have that talk. Quit worrying and have some fun, I bet you'll have fun with Corey." He ruffled the fine blond hair, and Corey grinned and glanced at me, wide brown eyes hopeful.
"I am sure I will," I said fervently, ushering them into the play room. Ben made approving noises, and chose the knotted cat, giving us both a wave as he disappeared back downstairs.
"Well, hi," I said to Corey, who was watching me expectantly, totally nude except for collars and cuffs, slim and pale and lovely.
"Hi, sir," he said quietly, smiling at me. I had to struggle to remember that this was another slave, that he would obey me like Sebastian should, that I could let myself go. With that reminder, I relaxed, and beckoned him over to me. He came eagerly.
"I'm not your master, but yours has given me permission to play with you." I trailed my hand down his chest, noting the differences between him and Seb. "Is that all right with you?"
"Of course, sir!" He sounded almost offended that I'd asked, and arched into my touch. "I'm...I'm just honored that you accepted. I can see how much you love Sebastian."
"A blind man could see how much I love Sebastian," I said dryly, and he tipped his head with a grin of acknowledgement. "I want you to talk to me, though. I want this to be good for you, too."
"Oh, it will be," he said earnestly, looking up and meeting my eyes. "Bringing you pleasure will be wonderful for me."
I laughed. He was incorrigible, and delightful, and a complete sea-change from the running battle I fought with Sebastian. I knew that eventually I'd get bored with this if I had it all the time, but at the moment it was balm for my overstressed soul. "You're a delight," I told him warmly, and he almost squirmed with pleasure. "I'm going to hurt you now," I told him more seriously, and he nodded again, instantly obedient and waiting for his next command. "I know your safeword and I'll respect it, though I expect I wouldn't be able to approach your master in harshness if I tried."
"My master is amazing," Corey said proudly. "He never hurts me more than I can bear, and he takes such wonderful care of me."
"I can tell," I said, and kissed him. He seemed a little startled, but soon melted into it, quiescent against my body, even when I shoved my erection harshly under his balls. He shuddered and lifted a leg, giving me access to the soft perianal skin, and I almost lifted him off his feet with the force of my thrusts. For the first time I experienced the heady sensation of dominating someone both smaller and weaker than myself, that feeling of power that I'd never had with Seb. I shoved him back and he stumbled and caught himself, his cock hanging full and plump between his legs. I grinned at him, feeling predatory, and he shivered delightfully, eyes a little wary for the first time.
"I think it would be fun to whip you unbound," I said conversationally, stalking him. "I don't get to do that enough. Can you hold still, boy, while I beat you raw?"
"Y-yes sir," he said bravely, lifting his chin. "I think so."
"Why don't we see?" I pushed him towards the whipping frame, and he went willingly, grasping the handholds welded into the frame with shaking hands. "Spread your legs. I want to be able to get to ALL those pretty parts of you."
"Yes sir," he whispered, spreading his legs as far as he could without losing his hold. I strolled to the wall and glanced down my line of whips, reveling in the look of the dark harsh leather. Today, though, I wanted the firmness of the crop, the lack of give in it, the way it would make Corey jump and scream. I pulled it off the wall and slapped it against my leg once or twice, getting the feel for it. Once I was comfortable, I walked around in front of Corey. He was sweating lightly already, his eyes a little vague, and I brought him back to me by snapping the crop up between his thighs, startling a thin little scream out of him as I made contact with his soft, low balls. They looked like they'd been stretched severely, and I admired them for a moment. I pushed away the little thought whispering that Sebastian's body would look so much better to me stretched like that, that he would be staring at me defiantly right now, firing my blood and daring me to hurt him. I refused to admit how much I already wished Corey were him.
"You may not come," I told Corey quietly, and he nodded. This wasn't Sebastian, so I wasn't too worried about it; Corey was barely hard at all any more. "Not now, not later, no matter what, unless I tell you explicitly that you can. Your safeword is velvet. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," he said quietly and with complete surrender, and I stroked his cheek.
"Count, baby. Wait. How old are you?"
That startled him into looking back over his shoulder at me, blinking in confusion. "I'm eighteen, sir."
"Just checking. Okay. Hold on."
I was free to hurt him, without worrying about what was going on in his head. I wasn't teaching him a lesson or enforcing discipline, I was just having fun, and oh, it was fun. Every time the crop cracked down onto him my cock jumped at his screamed count, and soon his slim back and ass and thighs were striped with beautiful, livid red. There was deep pleasure to be had in making sure they were precisely placed; I beat him slowly and carefully and hard, and by the time he'd reached ten he was sobbing wildly. But he held on, braced against the frame now, his head hanging and knees buckling under the snap of the whip on his skin. I felt deeply, intensely alive, my muscles working as I aimed and swung each time, controlling both my body and his pain. Twenty-nine blows, perfectly timed and placed, and I could feel my stress dissolving, my head clearing and lightening. I understood what Ben had given me so generously, and the lesson he was teaching me; I needed things too, from Sebastian, and it was okay to take them. He was my slave, and I was his master, and my well-being was just as important as his.
But right then I was focused on Corey. Sweet pliant Corey, who was quivering and about to collapse, still hanging on as he'd been told. I stepped closer for the final stroke, underhanded and much less severe, but aimed directly at the tender skin of his crack and asshole and perineum. The moment it landed he screamed "THIRTY!" and leaped up to his tiptoes before staggering hard against the frame, only barely keeping himself from falling. Suddenly I longed for Sebastian so deeply I could taste it, wishing it was him shaking in pain from my hands. My cock hardened even further at the thought of him.
I set the crop aside and stepped behind Corey, wrapping him in my arms and pulling him away from the frame. He squealed as the raw skin on his back pressed against me, but didn't struggle or fight, and actually wiggled closer as I picked him up.
"You are amazing," I told him sincerely, and his tears slowed, and he even smiled a little, shyly. I set him down by the bed, and bent him over it firmly. I just rubbed the head of my cock up and down the slit of his ass for a moment, coating him with slippery precum, drinking in his little whines of pain. The air in the room was steamy with the smells of sex and sweat, and I breathed it in deeply, reaching down to spread his cheeks apart. I shoved my thumbs into him and he spread easily for me; since he regularly took a monster like Ben, I wasn't surprised, and it didn't bother me. The rough, brutal anal sex was somehow special to me, something that I only did with Sebastian, and I had no intention of hurting Corey that way. I pulled my thumbs apart, stretching him out, feeling the sleek smoothness of his inner walls relaxing around my touch. It only took a moment before he was begging me, his voice lighter and less demanding than Sebastian's, but no less needy. I held his shoulder with one hand, and lined my cock up with his twitching hole.
"No coming," I warned him, as I slid into him as slick as butter. Gods, after three days of no sex, it was heaven. He was a little looser than I was used to, but it was somehow comforting, and he moaned and arched gratifyingly, scrabbling for leverage on the bed as I took out my frustrations and stress in his ass. I made sure to hit his button on every stroke, pushing him higher and higher as I dug my cock deep into his welcoming body. My own orgasm took me by surprise, exploding behind my eyes and up my spine and out my balls, and I pumped it into him fiercely.
"Fuck," I sighed, as I collapsed onto him, feeling like my bones had dissolved.
"Yes, sir," he agreed faintly, and squirmed under me, and I grinned to realize he was still horny and hard. Sebastian shrieked somewhere downstairs, and I found the sound sweet.
"Thank you, Corey," I said sincerely, pulling out of him and standing, lifting him to his feet. His hard cock bobbed and dripped between us, but he ignored it entirely, smiling up into my eyes.
"Thank YOU, sir," he said softly, and bent and kissed my cock lightly. I smiled down at him, and led him to my bedroom. I needed a massage, and Corey was just the boy to give me one.
Part 14: Loan
Sometimes I don't know what to think about Ben. I mean, Lance totally digs him, and Corey freakin' worships him, but he kind of scares me sometimes. He's so nice, and that's for real, but underneath I can tell he's a guy who lives to hear boys scream. Maybe it's that the first time I met him he put the chastity belt on me, but there's something about him...It makes my belly all trembly, like I can't figure out whether to run away as fast as I can, or throw myself down at his feet and beg him to hurt me. 'Course, I couldn't do either when I was strapped into the chair, waiting for him to come back with the whip.
I'd never been tied up so tightly before. It was terrifying at first, not even being able to shift my weight or ease a tight muscle, but after a little while I relaxed into it. Lance had been petting that Corey boy, and I didn't want to look; I knew it was his right, but seeing him touch someone else like that made my heart hurt more than anything Ben was going to do in my body. I concentrated on the straps to distract myself, and eventually realized that I didn't really have to hold myself. I could relax totally, and the straps would hold me still. I think I went completely limp then, and didn't move an inch. It was actually really cool.
Unfortunately, it brought my attention back to my bottom. The agony had faded a little, and was now sort of a dull, deep ache that was still much better than the sharp bright pain that had washed through me when Ben started cranking that thing open inside me. I was glad my legs were spread so far; it felt like I was completely exposed, and in fact my thighs kept trying to fan out wider, as if to escape the feeling of the huge vulnerable open hole between my legs. I whimpered a little, the sound helping me deal. There was a draft in the room, and the air was actually cooling my insides down; I was so grateful that Lance had cleaned me out so well earlier, because I had no control over anything that came in or went out.
I was trying not to freak out that Lance had just walked away from me like that. I was trying not to think about it at all, since I was sure that if I did the panic tickling at the corners of my mind would completely take over and make me nuts. I'd stopped crying, at least, thank god...stuff like this turns me into such a total girl I'm ashamed of myself, almost. I'd almost come to terms with Lance letting Ben touch me, but I'd had no idea he'd be leaving me there, and going off with that little slut. I hoped Corey was really bad in bed, and Lance hated every minute of it.
The worst part about being bound like that was that I couldn't turn my head or look anywhere but straight ahead or as far as I could strain my eyes. So I could hear Ben walk back into the room, humming tunelessly, and I could hear him walking around, the sound of a zipper being opened, metal clanking, and something falling to the floor, but I had no idea what was going on.
"Looks like it's just the two of us," he finally said. He sounded friendly enough, but I stayed stubbornly silent. This wasn't my master, and I didn't have to be too nice to him. He moved around into my line of vision, and my eyes widened involuntarily. He was naked, and rampantly hard, and he lifted that gigantic cock in one hand and rested it in the tender place between my thigh and body, right beside the strap to my belt. I squeaked at the burning weight of it on my skin, and he grinned nastily, white teeth flashing in his bearded face.
"You don't get to have this today," he said coldly. "Someday soon, but not today. Don't think that's going to make this any easier on you, though. Are you ready to pay attention?"
"Yes sir," I said obediently, terrified despite my brave intentions. I was completely, utterly helpless, Lance was far away, and this man was huge and cruel. He reached down and jiggled the speculum playfully, igniting the fires again, and I let all my breath go in a pained huff of air.
"Good boy. Now tell me, does your master love you? You have permission to speak freely, now."
I didn't quite believe him, but there was no way I couldn't answer that question. "Yeah," I said, feeling a little smug. "He loves me tons." Ben 'hmmm'd thoughtfully.
"And do you love your master?"
"Yes! Oh yes, a lot, he's wonderful." I tried to ignore the way his hand was still lingering threateningly between my legs.
"More than you love yourself?" His question was obviously pointed.
"Of course!" This was stupid, I thought. Of course I loved my master more than myself.
"Then why is he on the edge of burning out while you're pissing around here like a spoiled brat and making his life difficult? Sulking like a baby and fighting his control, making him battle for every time you bow your head?" His words cracked out like whips, and if I could have flinched in shock, I would have. His eyes stared straight into mine, and I couldn't read the expression in those hard brown depths.
"I don't," I finally got out in a whisper, my throat tight. "I don't mean to, I follow my rules, I'm a good boy..."
"Maybe the letter of the rules, but you're seriously lacking in the spirit," he informed me curtly, and stepped back, reaching for that black bag as I blinked back shocked, hurt tears. "Lance loves you, and it keeps him from telling you the things you need to know. I like you fine, but I don't give a shit if you hate me, and I'm going to give you something to focus on, here. We're going to add pain while we talk, and you're gonna ignore it and concentrate on what I'm telling you. Do you get me?"
Oh, I hated him. Hated him for touching me, when that was Lance's job only, hated him for telling me these horrible things, hated him for making me feel small and weak and guilty. I glared at him as fiercely as I could, and bit out "yes, SIR."
"This," he held up a smooth little clamp, "is going on your dick. Of course, the only thing I can reach is the very tip, with you belted up like that. Ain't it great that that's the most sensitive part?"
"No, sir," I answered honestly, already dreading this, and he laughed at me, before bending down between my legs. I felt things shift down there, like he was loosening something on the belt, and then the cold, hard touch of metal on the very tip of my cock. I closed my eyes and wished fiercely that I was away from here, as I felt it press delicately against my piss slit, nudging it agonizingly open, and then what must have been the little tip of the clamp bit down into the tender skin there. I couldn't help it, I screamed, waves of pain radiating up through my trapped, limp penis. It felt like someone had driven a hot thick needle through the very tip of the head, and I frantically tried to struggle, but I couldn't even buck against the restraints, they were so tight.
"NO no no take it off," I sobbed, desperate for it to stop. It completely overwhelmed the by-now familiar ache in my ass, and I screamed again, frustrated and angry and wracked with the pain. Maybe the worst part was that my penis was desperately trying to get hard, and couldn't. "STOP IT! Take it OFF!"
"Your safeword is the only thing that will stop this," Ben said firmly, standing back up and watching me as I clamped my jaw together, trying to keep the sounds inside. "Now it's time to listen."
"I can't," I said blurrily, helpless. "I can't, it hurts too bad, I can't, you MOTHERFUCKER, I want to get hard, please take it off, please, please take it out, please sir, I'll listen-"
"You'll listen anyway," he said curtly, and brought the cat down across my belly, not hard, but shocking and unexpected and it snapped my mind back into my head. I wept silently, the tears salty on my lips, but I was watching him and listening again.
"Being a slave is a big responsibility," he said quietly, but with authority. "Your master cares for you and hurts you and uses you for pleasure, but you can't just sit there and expect him to do all the work. You have to truly serve him, watch him, make sure he's happy. Not just cause he'll blister your ass if he's not, but because that has to be the most important thing in your life."
I tried to nod, couldn't, licked my dry lips. "Yes sir," I said, since he seemed to expect some kind of response.
"Don't just parrot that at me, boy," he snapped, and hit me again, this time across my nipples, and I squealed, the sound almost hurting my own ears. "This is stuff you should already know, you selfish little fuck. Take it in and make it real."
"I'm not selfish," I sobbed, desperate for it to be true. "I want to make my master happy!"
"You ARE selfish," he told me harshly. "This is all about you, what Sebastian wants, what he needs. You act out, he controls you, and you fight him every step of the way, except when you're feeling good. You can't deal with shit, so Lance puts you in a diaper and you almost tear the place apart. That was to HELP you. He hasn't fucked you in days...you think that's appropriate for a master to have to deal with? He's up there with his dick so far up Corey's ass he might not be able to get it back out, and you know why? Because you were too-" smack! "big-" smack! "a SNOT" smack! "for him to fuck."
I was hysterical now, my mouth open wide as I tried to breathe, his words stealing the air from my lungs more than the lashes. "I am, I am enough, my master loves me, he helps me," I finally whispered, the loudest I could speak, almost dizzy.
Ben stepped back and regarded me carefully. "You can be, and you will be," he said eventually, his voice softer now. "You have potential, boy, and you have your moments. But you've got to get your head out of your ass and up Lance's, where it belongs."
"Yes sir," I moaned, ashamed and broken, wishing I could disappear. I couldn't believe Lance had told Ben all those things about me, how disappointed and displeased he must be with me, how inadequate I'd been without even realizing it. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Ben shrugged. "Don't apologize to me. Lance is a good man, a good master, and he deserves more than what you've been giving him. Surrender to him, submit to him, be a decent slave to him. That's what I'm telling you you have to do."
"I will," I managed to whimper. "I'll be better."
"You'd better be." I managed to tense this time before the whip landed across my sternum, slapping the breath back out of me. "Tell me what you're going to do."
I'd submitted to Lance's collar, and accepted his control way back at the beginning, but to my total shame, I could see now that I'd had things pretty much my own way. Space when I needed it, discipline when I needed THAT, all of Lance's attention and care. I could feel my face crumple. "I'll take care of him," I swore, meaning it down to my soul. "I'll stop fighting him, I'll trust him, I'll make sure he's happy and knows how grateful I am."
"Good." There was satisfaction in Ben's voice, and suddenly I wanted Lance desperately, so much it was physical pain. He was upstairs fucking another boy because I hadn't been a good enough slave for him, he'd left me with someone else in an attempt to fix me. I missed him, I needed reassurance that he still loved me, that he hadn't abandoned me for good.
"I want my master," I cried, feeling panic rise in my body. "I want Lance, where's Lance? I need him, I need him!"
"He's having a little mini-vacation," Ben said coldly. "One he hopefully won't need again, if you keep your promise." There was a yank on the clip in my cock, and it snapped free, and I howled shamelessly, taken outside any pride by the swirling emotions and sensations of the moment. "You've got to find a balance, Sebastian," he went on, like I wasn't screaming and twitching in front of him. "He likes your spirit, your spunk, he doesn't want a puppy dog or even a totally passive slave. But you've got to separate that from real rebellion and defiance, or it'll end up hurting you both."
"I understand," I managed to gasp out. "I'll try my hardest, sir."
"Good," he said again, and his voice was actually gentle. "I know it's hard, Sebastian. But you've got to meet him halfway." After all the pain he'd caused me, his fingers softly stroking my inner thigh was a huge shock, and it actually made me stop crying. "I think that's enough for today," he added, still quietly. "Think about what I've told you. Don't just forget about it and go back to being a shithead once you're back with him. I been doing this for almost twenty years, both master and slave, so I know what I'm talking about."
I sniffled a little and blinked my understanding. Ben is totally not as dumb as he looks, and he'd turned me on my head in a matter of minutes. He petted me for another moment, then smiled, that wicked look back in his eyes.
"I'm kinda disappointed I can't fuck you," he said suddenly, glancing down at my bottom, and I immediately blushed, feeling like he could see everything in my body through that gaping hole. "I love fucking tight little boys with my big 'ol rod. You'd love that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes sir," I answered obediently, awash with relief that I wouldn't have to deal with it today.
"Course you would. Still, I guess I've got other things to play with. God, you're a drippy little fuck." He swiped his fingers between my legs, and then dragged them across my upper lip, under my nose, leaving me to breathe the musky smell of my own precum. "You're a total pain pig, aren't you."
It wasn't a question, really, but I couldn't help but answer. "Only sometimes," I said meekly, and he chuckled.
"Only sometimes. Well, that's still a nice treat, though I can see why Lance needs the belt. Nothing worse than a slave getting off when he's supposed to be thinking about what he's fucked up."
"Yes sir," I said again, though privately I didn't think it was so bad. Without warning, something metal clicked against the speculum, and the vibrations brought me back to thrumming attention. He must have noticed, because suddenly the speculum was being tapped like a drum, and the strange metallic sensation sent waves of the strangest feelings through my bottom. Before too long I felt something made of cold metal slipping up my insides, through the opening held by the speculum. I couldn't see what was going on, I couldn't see more than Ben's face, and he was looking down. I held my breath, waiting for something to happen, and then something small and hard and cool pressed directly onto my prostate and was held there with steady firm pressure.
Like I said, I've never been bound like that before, to where I couldn't squirm or twitch around. These feelings...the speculum was burning pain, my cock was limp and sore, and now there was something rubbing on my happy place. Energy started to build up inside me with nowhere to go. I couldn't move anything but my mouth, and soon I was grunting wildly, broken "unh unh unh unh" sounds that didn't do anything to relieve the desperate tension winding tighter and tighter inside me. I could feel a trail of precum sliding down the curve of my bottom, and the smell was thick on every breath I took, and I was starting to lose my shit, seriously, getting lightheaded and there was a ringing in my ears, spots swimming in my vision. My safeword kind of drifted through my mind, but it felt too good, and too bad, and too confusing, all at the same time, and I didn't want it to stop, even when I started screaming again.
Ben moved something, and the tip of whatever he was using rubbed a little harder, and my body just...freaked out. I started shaking without even realizing it, not just little shivers, either. Bone-deep shaking all over my body; I guess it just couldn't sit still any more, and all that pressure had to get out somehow. My teeth clacked together and it was almost like an orgasm, but somehow even more intense. It was like my whole body was coming, without anything ever squirting out my penis.
"There you go," he said cheerfully, voice grating in my ears. "Let it out, let it happen. I thought it would take longer, but kid, you fall apart awful quick." I couldn't answer him, just stared at him as I shivered and quivered and felt my body take on a life of its own. The pressure on my prostate never let up for a moment, and he trailed a finger through the sweat stinging the lash marks on my chest, tasting it with a grin. "How are you feeling?"
"So strange," I blurted, trying to keep my teeth from chattering too hard. "Please stop. Please stop. I need it to stop." My body felt like it was shaking itself to pieces, in waves, helplessly. I was scared, really scared, and so turned on I felt like I would catch fire with a touch. I needed to be fucked, I needed to come, I needed Lance. "I'm scared, I want Lance," I whimpered again, and started crying.
"No Lance," Ben said firmly, but the metal probe left my rectum, and slowly, the shivering stopped. I fell limply against the restraints, feeling like I'd run five miles. "I've got a doctor friend who would just love to play with you," he went on conversationally. "I'll have to get Lance to loan you out sometime. You're so sensitive, it's great." I felt the speculum click slowly closed, and breathed deeply in relief as my poor ass started to retract.
"Please don't," I begged. "I don't want to be loaned out. I just want Lance." He glanced up and met my eyes, and looked sympathetic, but not encouraging.
"Not really your call to make," he reminded me briefly, and I swore I'd make sure Lance was so happy with me he'd never want to let me out of his sight again.
The straps came off next, and I couldn't move for a moment, my muscles stiffened and locked into that spread position. Ben just picked me up, startling me into curling up, and I moaned as I moved. He carried me away from the chair easily, and dropped me unceremoniously on the couch. "Stretch yourself out," he ordered, and I complied, bending my arms and legs and straightening them slowly, wincing against the pain in my bottom. It felt good, though, I'd missed it. I hoped Lance would fuck me there tonight, and really make me feel it. I felt ready for him.
When I glanced up at Ben again, he was propped against the arm of the couch, watching me with a smile. The harsh master was gone, and he was the nice guy from the store again. I was confused. He was naked, and still hard, the monster cock hanging full and angry against his thigh, brushing against the thick black hair there.
"Can I-" I gestured at his groin, oddly shy. He hadn't asked, but I knew that it was my duty to make sure he came. He shook his head, and patted my shoulder.
"I'm in the mood to fuck an ass right now, and since yours isn't available, I'll wait till Lance is done with my Corey. In fact, let's go check on them. It's been pretty quiet up there since the screaming stopped." I'd been so focused on what was happening to me I hadn't even heard it. A spike of jealousy prodded me to my feet, only to get me shoved immediately down by strength that I couldn't even think of resisting.
"Crawl," he ordered me, and I had to fight hard to keep my head lowered and start crawling at his heel without protest. The carpet was soft, but the hallway was wood, and hurt my knees; the stairs too, especially with Ben's booted foot prodding at my ass to make me go faster. I was red-faced and miserable by the time he knocked on Lance's door.
"Come in," Lance purred, that low satisfied tone that I knew so well and hadn't heard in so long, and misery threatened to crush me. Ben pushed the door open, and I followed him in, eyes drawn immediately to the bed.
Lance and Corey were both naked, Lance spreadeagled face down on the bed and glistening with the oil that Corey was massaging into his legs, basking in the afternoon sun that came in through the curtained windows. The boy was kneading Lance's hamstrings, humming happily despite his striped back, and I could see his full cock swinging between his thighs where he knelt. He looked up with a wide smile as we entered, and bowed his head to Ben.
"Hello, Master," he said softly, and his eyes flickered to me. "Do you need me for something?" He couldn't have missed Ben's erection.
"Finish the rub, Corey," Ben commanded, and Lance groaned as Corey started in on his calf. His eyes were open, though, and he watched us from where his cheek was propped on his hands.
"How was he, Ben," he murmured, looking at me crouched by Ben's knee. "Did he behave himself?"
"Not bad, not bad at all, he takes pain like a pro," Ben laughed. "Looks like you had your fun. Those are some pretty stripes."
"Thank you," Lance smiled, closing his eyes again. "It was delightful giving them to him. I guess Seb didn't please you?" I bit my lip to keep from protesting that.
"He pleased me very well." Ben grinned down at me. "I just have a taste for ass today, and with one right there waiting for me, I decided to wait." Even I could see Corey's little shiver, and the way he pushed his bottom out suggestively as he finished the massage. Ben laughed.
"Well, I warmed him up for you," Lance smirked, and stretched, and rolled over. He was hard, and his whole body shone with the oil, and my jealousy leaped. Corey had touched him all over...I scowled at the other slave, who wasn't even looking at me.
"You look better, man," Ben said happily. "I'm guessing you want your boy back now, and I can't blame you a bit. He's a nice one." I felt a little tickle of pride at that, and sat back on my heels as Ben reached for Corey, who came to him joyfully. Ben kissed him and fondled him a little, and then slapped the inside of his thigh gently. Apparently familiar with that gesture, Corey lifted his leg out sideways, cocking it like a dog; Ben's hand disappeared between his legs, and Corey gasped, arching his back lewdly.
"I can't thank you enough." Lance had sat up and was watching. "I had a great time with Corey. He behaved perfectly, he's a wonderful boy."
Ben's hand withdrew, and Corey dropped his leg, shivering. "He's my treasure," he said fondly, and hooked a finger in the grinning Corey's collar. "Can we borrow your room for a bit? We can let ourselves out afterwards, if you're busy." He smirked down at me.
"Of course. Least I can do. Thanks again, I'll give you a call later." Ben waved at Lance, gave my bottom one last hard nudge with his boot, and pulled Corey out of the room, closing the door behind him.
We sat there in silence for a long moment, looking at each other. I just drank in the sight of him, that gorgeous body, the enigmatic green eyes, the way his gaze drifted over my body. "Sebastian, come here," he finally said softly, and I scrambled eagerly to the side of the bed.
"Oh, Lance, sir, I missed you," I breathed out, unable to hold it in, my whole being craving his touch.
"I missed you too, honey." There was that smile I lived for, and he pulled me gently up to the bed. "Did Master Ben hurt you?"
"Yes," I whispered, melting into his arms, curling against his body with a shiver. I was clinging to him desperately, and I didn't care if it was babyish. "He, he whipped me, a little, and put a clamp on my penis. And he played with my bottom for a long time."
"It's a very nice bottom," Lance said, amused. "Did you talk?"
I didn't want to talk about this, still too ashamed, but I nodded against his shoulder. "Yeah. He...I've been bad, a bad slave, and I'm sorry, sir. I know better now, things will be different, I promise. I swear. I'm sorry."
He was quiet for a long moment, hands stroking my back. "Do you feel bad about it, as well as wanting to change?"
I nodded silently, miserably guilty.
"Will it help you if you're punished for it?" His voice was gentle, as it always is when he's being really cruel. Having me make this decision was awful, and he knew it, and I started to cry, even as I nodded again. "Okay, sweetie. We'll do that tomorrow." Getting a hold on the waistband of my belt, he turned me away from him onto my side, still keeping me in his arms, and I felt his cock prodding between my cheeks. I sighed and tipped my head forward, desperately needing to reconnect with him this way. I was completely passive, letting him lift my leg and pull my hips back, though I couldn't hold in my cry when he pushed himself into my dry, sore hole. His cock burned and stretched and filled me, the thick head prodding me open all the way up into my belly, starting the dull ache there that I knew so well.
"Shhh," he whispered, once he was fully in me. He didn't thrust or move, just stayed there, and wrapped his arms back around me as my body fought to adjust to the invasion. I could feel the pulse of blood in his cock, thumping against my inner walls, fast and hard. I groped for his hand and grasped it hard, panting a little, and he squeezed my fingers and bit the back of my neck, viciously. I squealed and bucked, driving him deeper, and with his free hand he slapped my groin warningly. I went totally still.
"I bet you wanted this, when Ben was playing with you," Lance's voice from behind me was low and almost dreamy. "I bet you wanted his cock, that monster, inside you. You wanted him to rip you open, make you bleed and scream, didn't you."
"No," I whimpered, almost entirely honestly. "No, I wanted you, just you. I love you, I only want you, forever."
"Me too." He pulled his cock almost out, then drove it deep again, and I grunted, deep and satisfying, as he raked my prostate. "I was whipping him and fucking him and I was thinking of you." I felt something warm start to uncurl in my chest at that, driving away the cold jealous anger that I'd felt since Lance had left me. "You're my slave. Mine. Mine. Mine." He punctuated every low, fierce word with another stabbing motion of his hips, and I lifted my leg higher, trying to make more room inside me for that cock, even as I clenched my fingers around his.
"Yours," I hummed, my body thrumming with pain and arousal and the hot wash of endorphins in my blood. "Yours, yours. I wish you could stay inside me forever and ever." He snorted a little laugh at that, but at that moment, I meant it.
"That would make it hard for me to whip you. And hurt you in the new chair. And fuck you with the dildo." As he recited his list, I felt myself start to squirm harder and harder, my own arousal rising again.
"I need to get hard," I whispered hopelessly, knowing it wouldn't change anything. "I need to come. Please, sir, it's been days and days."
"Too bad." He thrust into me so hard I was jolted across the bed, and then I felt his hand sliding down over my belly and to the plate of my belt. "If you weren't in the belt I'd be touching you right now," he crooned into my ear, ignoring my shocked gasp. "I'd pinch your cock and squeeze your balls, give 'em a little tug. I'd smear your juices all over to make you slick, and I'd jerk you slow and way too tight, just to hear you scream."
I could almost feel it. Feel the hand on my cock, feel the erection I couldn't have, feel the incredible release of the orgasm I needed so deeply it felt like my bones wanted to come. I threw my head back and just howled my frustration wordlessly, rocking with the motion as he jacked into me hard and fast and then deep as he came, filling my guts with his cum. I could feel his orgasm inside me like it was my own, and when he collapsed down, I fell with him, as drained as if I'd spurted myself. We both jumped a little when Corey's agonized squeal sounded, muffled, through the wall. Better him than me, was all I could think.
"Mmm." Lance sighed, sounding seriously satisfied, and didn't pull out of me. "Better now?"
"Yes sir," I whispered, feeling peaceful, even through the weird ache in my balls and groin, the frustrated soreness of my twitching, empty penis. "I wish we could do that all the time."
"Well." He finally popped free of my ass, which felt all wet and swollen, and I lowered my leg gingerly. "I think we could probably arrange that." I looked over my shoulder at him incredulously, and he turned me to face him.
"How do you mean? Really? How?" He smiled and kissed me before answering, and I got to suck on his tongue for a while, tasting the sweet spiciness of his mouth.
"I think that for the rest of today, every time I come into a room, or call you, or you see me, you will bend over and offer me your hole. And I'll take it." He grinned into my eyes, and I guessed my face must have been showing my shock. "I've got viagara, a cock ring and a serious desire to fuck you till you can't walk."
"Yes sir," I whispered faintly, head spinning with the idea. "Do you want me on all fours, or just bent over?"
"Whatever's convenient. Probably just braced against a wall, the floor's hard on my knees." He ran his finger over my mouth, and I sucked it in automatically. I'm a really oral person, and having something in my mouth calms me down. Looking at Lance, I realized that for the first time in days, he looked really relaxed, content and happy, and again, I wanted to go into the playroom and beat myself. I whined my distress around his fingers, and he stroked my cheek with his other hand.
"It's going to hurt you so badly," he said gently, his eyes shining when he saw my terrified, excited shudder. "Your asshole is going to be so swollen and battered and puffy I'll be able to see it when you're standing up, peeking out between your cheeks. Maybe I'll clip some of your tit clamps to the rim, just so you never forget that I'll be there soon, pushing inside you."
"Oh my god," I whispered, shaking. "Sir, it'll..." Suddenly I realized that he hadn't fucked me in three days. I knew he loved my bottom, he was almost fixated on it, always putting things in me and hurting me there, sometimes just playing with it gently, and he had kept himself away from it for three whole days. I bowed my head to him in surrender. "Yes sir," I said quietly, smiling my gratitude that he'd use me so harshly. "I bet it'll be good."
His deep surprise was written all over his face as he stared at me. "Well, that settles it. I'm buying Ben a car," he said with a little grin, and I grinned back, feeling a strange lightness in my heart.
"Try explaining that to your financial advisor, sir," I reminded him, and he snickered.
"I'll put it under random expenditures. I'm a rock star, I'm allowed." He pulled me close and just held me, my head pillowed on his arm, staring into my eyes. I let myself truly relax, inside and out, feeling the pleasant ache of my body that allowed me to melt closer to him, calm and happy. Lance kissed the corner of my smile, just a firm, long press of his lips, and then pulled back to look at me seriously.
"I love you, Sebastian," he said, and there was no doubting the sincerity of his voice. I felt my smile spread all over my face.
"I love you too, sir," I confessed, just as honestly. "Thank you for loving me, for everything you do for me."
"Even the diaper?" His eyes gleamed wickedly, and I sighed, rolling my eyes a little, getting a swift smack on the bottom, which is just what I'd wanted.
"Yeah, even the diaper, I guess." It was a lot easier to say when I wasn't actually wearing the nasty thing.
"Your enthusiasm overwhelms me," he said dryly, and I giggled. "Now, rest a little. I know you haven't been sleeping right, you look tired. We both are. Nap time now, baby."
I sighed, and started to wiggle free, to go to my bed. He held me firmly, and pulled me back down to his side. "No, here, with me," he said softly, and I blinked at him in confusion for a long moment. Then it sank in...I was supposed to sleep with him, at least for our nap! I sighed in delight, and snuggled as close to him as I could get, soaking up the comfort of his presence, the warmth of his skin, the steady rhythm of his breath and heartbeat. I fell asleep almost instantly, our legs and arms wrapped around each other.
He fucked me over twenty times that day and night, mostly with his penis, a few times with the big dildo. He didn't come every time, of course, but he never stopped until after I was screaming and begging and clawing desperately at anything I could reach. I couldn't close my legs for a whole day after that, couldn't sit, couldn't use the bathroom. It was like he'd branded me inside, like I was starting to want to be branded outside.
I never forgot it, and never went another three days without having his cock in me.
[end part 14]