Sex in C Major

Stefan gulped down lungfuls of air. A tongue rasped up the shell of his ear, and he twitched his head away, only for it to be caught and his ear harshly bitten.

"Are you trying to get away?"

"N-no, Sir."

"Do you want us to release you?"

"N-no, Sir. I w-want to please you."

"With what?"

"My body. Sir."

"What parts of it?"

"All of it. All of it, Sir."

Fingers scraped roughly around his teeth, then a cock was being pushed into his mouth, hard and full. At the same time, a hand reached between Stefan's legs, hot and sheathed in some kind of glove. Soft rubber, textured in odd bubbles, scraped around his dick and cunt like a warm, living thing. It almost pulsed against him, and he whined, rubbing his cock against it eagerly.

"It likes that." The voice was deep. Rumbling. A smooth baritone. A single note from a quivering string. "Does it want to fuck it?"

Stefan whimpered. The cock was withdrawn, the head rubbing against his lips. Wet. Pulsing.

"What did it say?"

"Y-yes."

"It wants to fuck the toy?"

"Yes."

"Then why doesn't it? Its hands are free."

"I-it hasn't earned it."

A hand raked through his hair. The cock was pushed between his lips again.

"Very good."

Stefan whimpered around the bulk in his mouth as the hand rolled his dick in its palm, the bubbled glove rubbing and pooling like gel against his flesh. He burned, rubbing against it without meaning to, but fisted his hands around the bars of the footboard until the knuckles creaked.

And then a dildo, warm and slick, was being pushed into his cunt.

Stefan opened his throat, and breathed.

Breathed through the endless push of a hard toy into his desperate body. Breathed through the wet heat in his mouth, fucking his tongue like a lover. Breathed through the gel massaging his dick to ecstasy. Breathed as his body began to jerk. As he was used. Fucked. In the mouth. In the cunt. As the plug in his arse began to fuck in turn as he was moved. As the pressure grew. As the chest began to smash against his hips.

Earn it.

Earn it.

He closed his lips around the cock fucking his face, and began to suck in reedy, obscene breaths. He began to thrust with the dildo inside him.

A toy.

A doll.

A slave.

A sheath for cock, and nothing more. What must he look like? Rubbing himself off on a glove while he was worked with toys. Lube dripping down his legs in hot streaks. Spit and pre-cum drying on his chin. Choking on a cock, then reaching forward to suck it in again.

For their pleasure.

Theirs-theirs-theirs-

The slave reached out. Blindly found its master's hips. Drew him closer, and took as much cock as it could manage. Rolled its hips and rocked between them. Found a rhythm. Held it. Kept it.

Felt the slippery rush of cum as its master spilled.

Swallowed.

And kept its hands on its master's hips to lick him clean.

Then the gloved hand began to rub.

The slave suckled and cried, whimpered and worked, as its dick was jerked in harsh, brutal, hot strokes. As it was fucked against the wood.

As it-it-

Stefan came screaming. Shuddering. Shattered.

Then cuffs slipped around his wrists, locking them to the footboard.

A kiss brushed the corner of his mouth.

"Very good," his master whispered. "Now. Let's get you nice and full, shall we?"

Stefan pushed his hips up as a hand stroked down his back.

His dick pulsed as it was gripped once more. Rolled. Pinched. Then jerked. Fast. Hard. Brutal

Fucked.

And the slave earned a second reward, as its master's tongue began to clean it. 19

When Stefan woke, he blinked a couple of times before realising why it was dark.

There was cloth pressing down on his eyelids.

Stretching a little, he could feel the deep mattress and warm sheets of the king-sized bed in the master bedroom. It was unnaturally hot, too, and he could feel dips where normally the bed ought to lie flat.

And he could hear breathing.

Deep, even breaths. From both sides.

He shifted more carefully the second time. His back was a little sore, and he felt empty. Hollow. He throbbed, almost like a second pulse, and already itched to be filled and have the emptiness taken away. He wanted to be grounded-even as he tried to curl up, and realised that he had been tethered to stop him floating away. Metal clinked lightly as he moved, and he tugged experimentally to find that his ankles had been tied with thin, light chains to the footboard. They were long, and he could move his legs...but he couldn't leave.