“M-more.” He whispered.
I thought I might cum just then, but held back. My heart was racing as I pushed the tube farther down into him.
He was unabashedly moaning now that it was all the way down. When I twisted it I though he would explode right there.
“This doesn’t hurt? Why not?”
It took a minute for him to get the full sentence out, “My ex…he used to…do this a lot…as a…punishment…I started…to…really…like it. Feels like…nothing else…”
I’d known Oren’s ex was a little abusive-that was part of the reason he was so shy and quiet-but I didn’t know he’d punished him. And like this, no less.
“Do you want me to stop?”
He shook his head, “God n-no. This was o-one thing…I m-missed.”
The longer I knew him the more Oren seemed to surprise me. Fine, if this is what he wanted…
I started to pull the little tube up but stopped half way and pushed it back down. Oren let out one long moan and pulled against the hook he was still attached to.
I started to fuck his piss slit with the tube until he was screaming that he was going to cum. When I pulled it out the last time, he screamed in frustration.
He was panting like he’d just run a marathon and similarly his body was coated in a thin sheen of sweat. His hair was everywhere because he’d been throwing his head back and forth, and his face was flushed quite red down to his throat.
“Well, that was unexpected. But I still have yet to give you the reward I promised.”
Oren’s response was a throaty moan.
I grabbed the last toy I’d removed from the closet and started to prepare it. I took my sweet time, letting Oren stew in his own lust for a moment.
When I was finished, I circled back round behind him and dropped to my knees.
A long time ago, when I’d first began to realize I liked men instead of women, I’d thought licking another man the way I was about to was disgusting. That held true for a long time, actually it held true until I met Oren. Somehow it seemed a natural thing to do with him, and honestly a rather fun thing. Like how you think kissing is gross until you actually do it.
I parted Oren’s firm, supple ass and lightly licked his puckered pink star. He shuttered and moaned again, arching back towards me. I licked and licked, drawing moan after moan until finally I thrust my tongue in.
“Aaah!” He sighed, “Master!”
I thrust my tongue as far into him as I could, wriggling and swirling it too. I did this for about twenty seconds before Oren’s whole body began to quake and his hips rocked forward.
“Oooh! Aaah! M-master I’m s-sorry! I’m…I’m…!”
I pulled back in time to watch as his back arched and ropes of cum jetted out of his cock up into the air. He shot for a long time-for him at least-his mouth gaping open but no sound escaping.
When he sputtered out, once again he went limp. After another five breaths or so he softly said, “I’m sorry m-master. You can p-punish me now.”
I’d almost forgotten what we were doing. Watching a lover orgasm tends to have that effect on a person. In truth, I didn’t really want to punish him.
“I think you’ve had enough punishment for one day.” I murmured, “Besides, I never did get to give you that reward.”
“Master…” He began.
“Shhh, don’t talk.” I smiled slowly, “Or I’ll have to gag you.”
Before he could respond I put the toy I’d lubed up earlier to his hole and began pushing it in. Whatever response he might’ve had was lost immediately in moaning.
It didn’t take very long until the toy was buried within him. When I got the last few inches in, I stood up, walked over to the bed, sat down, and hit the button.
Immediately Oren’s expression melted into one of absolute pleasure. His mouth dropped open and his cock began to harden again-something I’d always loved to watch. I turned the vibrator up a level.
Oren began moaning even louder and higher than before, his body still slack but his hardon returned with a vengeance. I left him that way for a long moment, as I started to stroke myself. Until I heard what I was waiting for.
“M-more…” He whispered. “P-please…”
I turned the vibrator up further, almost as high as it would go. Oren shrieked and thrust out his hips. His hips rocked forward as if he were being fucked by a ghost and his cock-red again with his excitement-started to leak precum.
I switched it off.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” He murmured, “Please don’t stop yet, please! Master! Please, it feels so good oooh!”
“How good?” I squeezed my cock a little.
“So good! I can feel it everywhere, like my whole body is vibrating! It feels so fucking good, please don’t stop!”
“Why not?”
“Because it feels soooo good Master! Please I’ll do anything! I’ll let you do anything you want to me! Please just don’t stop.”
I turned it back on low and a smile of ecstasy bloomed on his rose colored face.
“Anything?” I asked.
“Ooooh God, anything Master!”
“Even if it’s sick and twisted?”
“Anything, I swear!”
I turned the vibrator on as high as it would go.
“Promise?”
“Promise!” His voice was higher than I’d ever heard it.
He moaned and rocked and shook, screaming and thrashing wildly.
“I’m cumming, Master!” He cried out, “I’m cumming!”
I turned it off, “Beg me to let you cum.”
“Please Master!” He whimpered with tears in his eyes, “Please let me cum!”
“Why should I? You already promised to let me do anything I wanted to you.”
He looked dumbstruck and desperate.
“Please!” He begged, “Let me cum and I’ll…I’ll…”
“You’ll what?”
He looked down, “I’ll be your slave from now on.”
“There’s a good boy.”
I turned it back on with the addition of now stroking his cock. He was cumming into my hand in less than a minute.
When he came down from his high I took him down off the hook and took off all the toys. I laid him down in our bed and laid down beside him. My little slave boy.
And to think, we still had a bunch of toys I’d yet to play with…