Page 66 of Forge the Blade

“Speak, Lisa,” Sevastyan said. “You may speak freely until morning.”

“What is milking?” Lisa murmured.

Rei made a soft, desperate sound in the back of his throat and covered his face with his one free hand. The other was trapped under Sevastyan.

Sevastyan chuckled, dark and low and stroked Rei’s belly. “Milking is when a tool or a finger is used to manipulate the prostate into releasing cum without an orgasm or the cock becoming hard. The cum dribbles out. Afterwards, ejaculation is more difficult. An excellent practice for prolonged chastity, or for discipline. The subject is drained but an erection can be maintained afterwards if aesthetically desired. Health is maintained without the psychological benefits of cumming or physical satisfaction. I could perform a milking on you at some point and then let you practice on Rei.” He stroked Rei’s nose. “I’m sure Lisa would be gentle with you, little one.”

Rei mewed. He would not vocalize a disagreement with his master, but he could still be as pathetic as possible. Milking made him feel like crawling on his stomach and licking Sevastyan’s feet. The submission and feeling of lowness after a milking was always so all-encompassing he couldn’t speak for hours. All he wanted to be was a small, fragile thing on the floor.

Sevastyan carded his fingers through Rei’s hair. “If Rei ever needs to fall fast and he’s struggling, milking will put him in subspace and keep him there. It’s not useful though, if I want him able to orgasm, as he’ll be dry.”

Rei’s stomach flipped over. If Lisa were to milk him for Sevastyan’s approval, it might actually be possible to expire from mortification. Illogical, yes, considering everything else he endured, but that was hardly relevant to the sensation rolling through him. The vision pushed every trigger in his head between safety and embarrassment.

“Don’t worry, little one.” Sevastyan stroked Rei’s cheek. “Not today. You deserve a real orgasm after all this. But not now. Close your eyes and rest.”

“I want to milk him,” Lisa murmured.

Rei made a sad, scared sound in the back of his throat. Not that he’d tell Lisa no, but he’d cry for sure.

Lisa laughed against Rei’s shoulder.

“Perform at the party next month to satisfaction,” Sevastyan said. “Then I’ll teach you.”

Rei widened his eyes at his master, begging without speech.

Sevastyan only smiled and stroked Rei’s cheek. “You’ll be beautiful,” Sevastyan said. “Beautiful and desperate.”

Rei hid his face against Sevastyan’s chest. Worse than desperate, he’d feel . . . perfectly used. And the center of attention.

Lisa pressed his lips against Rei’s back.

Sevastyan retrieved something and lifted Rei’s leg over his own. Then he reached under Rei’s thigh and slid an oiled finger between Rei’s buttocks. Rei opened his mouth in surprise, staring straight into his master’s face. Their lips were only centimeters apart.

Sevastyan brushed his lips against Rei’s forehead. “Fuck yourself, little thrall. Come on my fingers.”

“Master,” Rei whimpered. It had been days since he’d come. Alexi hadn’t touched him and Sevastyan hadn’t taken him in the days before that.

“Go on,” Sevastyan said. “Be good and empty yourself for your master. Show Lisa what a good slave does in this household.”

Rei rocked himself back onto Sevastyan’s fingers. It was good but also not enough. He was used to Sevastyan’s cock. He gave a frustrated whine, bracing himself against Sevastyan’s chest trying to get leverage.

“Not enough, little one? Do you need more?”

“Please,” Rei begged. He couldn’t fail Sevastyan, but one finger was hardly enough. He’d run out of energy to drive himself down on Sevastyan’s hand before he erupted. The buildup hadn’t been sufficient for him to come without stimulation. There wasn’t enough mortification yet to make him erupt untouched.

“Lisa, help him.” Sevastyan pulled his fingers out and propped himself up on one elbow, pushing Rei onto his back and cradling the back of Rei’s head in his palm.

Rei moaned. Lisa pulled Rei’s leg to the side and reached between his thighs.

“Only his hole,” Sevastyan ordered. “My little one doesn’t need his cock touched to obey me.”

“Yes, master,” Lisa said. The bottle of oil opened and closed. Lisa hiked Rei’s leg up higher and thrust two fingers into Rei’s body.

Rei gasped, his eyes never leaving Sevastyan’s face, back arching. Lisa wasn’t as gentle as Sevastyan. His fingers found Rei’s prostate and pressed on it without mercy.

“Fuck yourself, pretty little thrall,” Sevastyan murmured. “Show me you want to please me.”

Humiliation tingled through Rei’s body, twisting around relief and a sense of safety and warmth that tangled through him until his throat closed up with emotion. He undulated, driving himself down to match Lisa’s force.