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It’s still an impossibly strange feeling, too much and not enough at once, and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning and begging him to touch my cock. He never does. It’s right there, hard and leaking, but my cruel captor completely ignores it.

Cameron adds another finger, and that does burn, but that feeling is lost to the overwhelming pleasure from him thrusting against my prostate over and over. Could I come like this? Without him ever touching my cock? I’ve seen it in porn, but I didn’t think it was real. I’m starting to think I was wrong.

When I can’t take it any longer, I swallow my pride and give in to my baser instinct. “Please, Sir, let me come.” Another piece of me chips away with those words. The fresh wave of humiliation makes me cringe, but I push that feeling away. It won’t do me any good right now.

“Not yet.”

I groan in dismay as Cameron withdraws his fingers. Yes, I know I didn’t want them in me in the first place, but now that he’s got me all worked up, he’s going to stop? How fair is that? “Please, Sir.” Is he still punishing me for lying earlier? “I’ll be good.” I’ll be whatever he wants if he just lets me come.

“I know you will be,” Cameron says soothingly. “And I might let you come later, but not just yet. Now, relax and bear down.”

Something pushes against my rim. It’s firm, round, and quite girthy, and at first, I freak out that it’s Cameron’s cock.

He promised he wouldn’t fuck me tonight, didn’t he? I might enjoy his fingers, but I still don’t want to be fucked, and that’s not a lie.

Cameron smacks my ass. “I said relax, or this will hurt.”

“Please don’t.”

Since I know my plea will do nothing, I do my best to relax, even terrified as I am. In the next moment, the widest part of the intruding object passes through my tight ring of muscle, its flared base sitting snug between my cheeks. A plug? A big one, enough to make the stretch uncomfortable, but at least it’s not a cock. Maybe Cameron will keep his promise.

“There you go,” Cameron says. “That should distract you while we do other things. Because you promised me that massage, but…” He moves in front of me and gestures at the massive bulge straining the fabric of his pants. “As you can see, I can hardly lie on my stomach now. And since you don’t want me to take care of my problem using your other hole, I’ll have to make use of your mouth.”

I groan in dismay. Not because I have to suck his cock, but because I’m so close that the throbbing in my cock borders on painful.

At least he’s still keeping his promise not to fuck my ass. It feels almost as if he’s letting me make the choice, even if both options are terrible.

“Yes, Sir,” I say because he seems to expect an answer. As if he cared for my consent. Or maybe he’s worried I’ll bite him? I could, of course, but how stupid would that be?

“Good boy.”

God, I hate how much those stupid words affect me. If I were a dog, I’d probably be wagging my fucking tail and jumping to lick Cameron’s face. I’m the epitome of disgusting.

When he says, “Open up,” I obey without offering even token resistance, as if I'm actually excited to suck him off. I've only been here for a day, and I already feel like I'm losing myself. I want to hate myself, hate Cameron, hate his cock sliding over my tongue, but then the plug in my ass starts vibrating and I'm truly lost.

Chapter 19

Justin

I squirm and moan around Cameron’s cock as the plug in my ass vibrates. The vibrations aren’t constant but grow stronger and weaker in slow waves. Every time I think I might just come from them stimulating my prostate, they peter out into a low buzz. It’s maddening, and I can’t even beg Cameron for mercy, because my mouth is full.

The salty taste of Cameron’s pre-cum coats my tongue, and I should probably be freaking out about it. Except does it really matter? In fact, I should probably focus on making him come as quickly as possible, because then he might let me come, right?

Proud of my blood-starved brain for reaching that conclusion, I throw myself at the task with all I have. If my hands were free, I could stroke the part of Cameron’s cock that doesn’t fit into my mouth, or his balls, or maybe even try going further back. Does he love getting his ass stimulated too, or is that just for the bottoms? I need to figure that out because I’m sure it will be useful in the future.

The future which I won’t be spending here. Still, it’s good to know what makes my captor lose his mind.

With my wrist cuffs attached to the spanking bench, there isn’t much I can do except hollow my cheeks. Judging by the moan he lets out, I’m guessing he likes that, so I keep at it and try my best to ignore the incessant vibrations in my ass. I use my tongue, swirling it around Cameron’s tip every time he draws back. With the way I’m restrained, I couldn’t pull back even if he decided to ram himself into my throat, but he keeps his thrusts shallow. I don’t gag even once, yet a few lone tears still make their way down my cheeks.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this,” Cameron groans. He keeps one hand on the back of my head to steady me and wraps the other around the base of his cock. I wonder if it’s to stop himself from thrusting too deep. If it is, it’s surprisingly considerate of him. Or maybe he just doesn’t want me to vomit all over him.

“You feel so good. I can’t wait to bury myself in your ass.”

That gives me a little pause, but not for long, because what happens, happens, right? None of this is my choice, so I might as well save myself trouble and go along with it. It’s easy, because everything Cameron has done so far has felt good. Even the spanking. While I wouldn’t say I enjoyed it, he did it to help me talk about my feelings. And it worked.

“Fuck.” Cameron groans, his hips stuttering. He’s close. I should hate the thought of him coming into my mouth, but I can’t really remember why, so I let it go. Worrying is for other people.

When the first spurt of cum hits the back of my tongue, I tighten my lips around Cameron’s shaft and swallow. Not a single drop is wasted this time, and I tell myself it’s because I don’t want Cameron to get angry. The truth is I want to hear him praise me. And he does.