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“No,” I growl. He's made enough messes tonight. “You wait for me.”
He can't be at his limit already after my generosity this evening.
“This is wrong. So wrong,” he groans. Very wrong to have this many orgasms before I've even had one. I will have to invest some time into finding ways to delay his pleasure.
“And yet, you love all of it.” My teeth dig into his collarbone. He hisses in protest and lifts closer for more, such beautiful conflict messing with his mind.
“That's why it's wrong, I should hate…”
“No, you shouldn't. Society tells you that, but they are wrong.” I slide my hand across his mouth, pinning those pouting lips together. “Just accept it and enjoy.”
While I can now enjoy the silence, I let myself sink into the moment, abusing my boy's prostate, and taking out my sexual pleasure on him. He loves every second of it. Even with my hand there, moans and gasps escape his lips.
Every sound drives my thrill to a whole new height. I never imagined finding the perfect slave, never pictured taking someone with no experience of this world and opening their eyes to this wonderful feeling.
The sex, humiliation, helplessness; taking what I want and knowing he's desperate for it too. I am the luckiest man alive. Finally, my pleasure reaches the all-consuming moment where I'm gasping as much as my captive, and I unload inside him. My arms tighten around him, pinning him still, as I cry out with a pleasure I've never achieved before. His reluctant willingness to do this.
“Don't stop,” he mutters, hanging limp in his chains as my hands release him.
“I have to, but I'll be back in just a second to take care of you.”
He just hangs while I'm gone, such complete surrender to this situation. If he doesn't want to be left empty, I won't make him. I pick a larger plug than before and return to him, slicking the rubber length on his thigh to lubricate with my spilt seed.
“You can wear this all night.” I push the tip against his hole and ease it slowly into his sore backside. “Good boy. So good for me.”
After everything I've put him through tonight, he still moans as I kiss the length of his spine.
“Let's get you down then.”
“Please, no,” the damn slave begs. This boy doesn't know when to quit.
“I'm going for a shower before bed, I'll leave you hanging there if that's what you want.”
The idea of leaving him like that has my balls tightening. Dishevelled and slumped, sexy as sin.
“Is that what you want?”
His head nods, but I never take weak movements as an answer.
“Tell me, slave, is that what you want?” My hand grips his hair, lifting so I can see his eyes. “Y…yes.”
He wants it for the wrong reasons. This is his way of punishing himself for enjoying the feel of me using him.
“If that is what you want, I will leave you for five minutes and no longer.” I let his head drop and walk away.
If the boy wants this while I'm busy, I can find myself some very entertaining ways to pass my working day.
Unwilling to leave him out of sight, I don't enjoy my shower, just throwing the soap at my body and rinsing off. I'm still dripping wet when I return to the bedroom. Porter is as I left him, eyes closed, head leaning against his arm.
“Wake up, boy. You're going to wash before bed.” I slap his face, and then his arse. His eyes open, following me as I release him from the chains. His limp body flops down on the bed, cuffed hands still above his head.
“No,” he mutters. “Not yet. Please.”
“Fine, sleep there. You can shower after I fuck you in the morning.”
“Thank you, Sir,” his soft voice mutters.
I climb naked and very slightly damp into bed and pull the covers across us both. As I settle myself beside him and click off the light, my hand finds its way to his throat.
