Pip stepped closer, smiling as he ran his fingers over the iron frame I had made for him. “Is it—will it—”
“It will hold you. It will not hurt you. It has been formed by my magic, which means it is me.” I stepped close and lifted his chin with two fingers. His eyes were blown wide, more black than blue. “Do you understand?”
His eyes sparkled as he grinned up at me and kicked off the jockstrap, his cock springing up against his stomach, hard and ready. “I understand. You’re even kinkier than I thought.”
I ignored his cheeky comment as I lifted him into the frame, helping him position himself face down on the straps.
He weighed nothing. A hundred and forty pounds of trembling, eager human. I settled him into the frame with the care I would give to a blade being placed in its sheath. The chest straps held the bulk of his weight, gently bracing his upper torso and wide enough to support him from collarbones to ribs. As he shifted against the metal, my magic read the contours of his body and adjusted. His arms slid into straps that lined up with his shoulders, the iron curling gently around his wrists and forearms to hold him exactly where I wanted him.
He looked at me, cheeks pink, cock hard. “Don’t let me move,” he whispered. “I don’t want to escape while you torment me with other men’s cocks. Unless I use my safe word.”
I kissed his forehead as I adjusted the straps, positioning him exactly as I wanted him before using iron bands to bind him in place. He whimpered, a string of pre-cum dripping from his dangling cock from being held like this. His back arched in a smooth curve, and his asshole was presented and exposed, available for anyone in the room to use.
Pip tested the hold with a squirm and a twist. The iron flexed with him, allowing enough movement to be comfortable, not enough to escape. He made a sound that I felt in my cock.
“I’m in your magic,” he said, and his voice had gone thick and wondering. “I can feel you holding me everywhere.”
“Yes.” I ran a hand down his back, and through the iron, felt him settle. It was more than vibration. I felt the frantic drum of his pulse against the metal straps, the bloom of heat in his skin. Every sensation he had was transmitted directly to my magic, a staggering intimacy that bypassed sight and sound.
I squeezed Pip’s ass, letting a thumb trail against his exposed hole, smiling at the way he bucked against it, trying to force it inside himself. Pip gazed up at me with an expression of such luminous need that it scraped something raw inside me.
There was a knock at the door, and I slapped his ass. “Your playthings are here. I have asked them to wear hoods.”
“So they look villainous?”
“What is this obsession with fucking villains? I have asked them to wear hoods so that you might walk around the guard’s quarters not knowing who is looking at you because he wants to be inside you and who has already been there.”
“Right, that’s way better than the villain plan,” he said with a delighted little shiver.
The three guards entered, their faces concealed by dark hoods. I stepped forward and greeted them with a nod. “He has earned a reward. See that he receives it. Do not disappoint him.”
“Happy to oblige, sir,” the first man replied, eyeing my bulge. The other two stepped deeper into the room, circling Pip’s body, squeezing his ass and examining his hole, stroking his cock andballs and making him quiver as they praised his beauty and willingness.
“I’m going to prepare his hole. Don’t leave him wanting, he likes his mouth and hands filled, too, little addict.”
The leader reached him first (gods, the boy was eager), unlacing his trousers with hands that trembled only slightly. His cock was a respectable length, fae-proportioned, flushed dark with blood. I reached for him, stroking his hot length as I dragged the swollen head across Pip’s lips.
The guard reached between my legs and palmed me through my pants. “Watching him get fucked makes you hard, sir?”
I glanced at Pip. “Controlling him until he’s sobbing for another load of cum makes me hard. Pip, be a good boy and show our friend how grateful you are for such a treat,” I said, and Pip kissed the head of the guard’s cock as I guided it into him, licking and sucking at what he could reach. The guard moaned, bucking forward as I placed a hand on his ass, coaxing him to fuck Pip’s mouth.
The sight was so transfixing that I wondered why I had not thought to watch him suck cock before. His lips stretched so perfectly around the guard’s shaft, his eyes slipping closed as pleasure overtook him.
The other two were kissing, their hands still on Pip’s body as they freed their cocks. I saw Pip strain toward them, his fingers twitching. With a thought, I loosened the iron around his leftwrist just enough for him to reach out and wrap his hand around their shafts.
I pulled the vial of oil from my pocket, coated my fingers, and parted his ass, finding his hole already twitching, eager to pull me in. He lifted his hips and moaned around the cock in his mouth.
“My good boy is still quite stretched from the rough treatment I gave him last night,” I murmured and slipped a finger easily inside him, then two.
When I added a third finger, curling them a little, Pip let out a low keen around the guard’s cock. I worked him until he was loose and wet and trembling, his cock dripping onto the stone floor, the iron frame rocking gently with his movements as his eager body fucked my hand, while the guard made good use of his mouth.
When I withdrew, he released the guard to turn his head and glare back over his shoulder at me. “More.”
“He’s ready,” I told the guards.
The one in Pip’s mouth moved first, circling to position himself behind Pip, one hand on the iron bar at Pip’s hip, and looked at me.
He was asking permission, with his cock an inch from my human’s hole. I appreciated the way he still paused, still gave me that control.
