Hello folks! I haven’t forgotten about Ghalib and Adel, I just want to give them the best of my efforts. So, I’m still working through Dark Fantasy, from Beautiful boy.
Please remember, this is much harder BDSM than I usually write. This goes past SSC and into RACK territory. There’s CBT, barebacking (in a contemporary setting), and quite a bit more. If that’s not your cuppa, that’s cool. Please keep it in mind, though, as you read.
I stared for a long moment. Thirty little lines on my ass. Thirty times, a man—I’d never know who—had come inside me, at my Master’s order. My hole still felt open and stretched, sloppy like they’d said earlier.
I frowned. I told him I trusted him, and I did. We’d talked about this, but I still worried. “Master, are they… did they…”
“Every one of them gave me recent test results. I wouldn’t have let them near you otherwise.”
I breathed a small sigh of relief, then frowned. “I’m sorry, I—”
“No. I know you trust me, but it’s not something to play with.” He kissed me softly.
I looked up at my Master, trying to gauge his mood, but I couldn’t read him. He seemed different than before the shower, but I wasn’t sure. Finally, I remembered our promise, the most important one between us. “How are you feeling about this, Master? Do… do you still want me?” My voice came out sounding small. That had been the biggest fear in all this. That he’d do this for me, even a little for him, and then, after me being so slutty, not want me anymore. I held my breath.
Master lifted his hands and cupped my face. “I will always want you, Kyle Tate. Nothing we agree to do together is going to change that. I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.” He kissed me gently on the forehead, then took my left hand, holding it up, my wedding ring placed right in my vision. “I married you two years ago, gave you my name, and even if it’s not legal here, that doesn’t matter. I did it to make you a promise. I’ll keep that promise. I will love you and cherish you until I can’t draw breath anymore.”
I closed my eyes and leaned into him, wrapping my arms around his chest. He held me close, kissing the top of my head. “I love you, Mal. I’m sorry, I—”
“No, don’t apologize. I’m glad you asked.”
He kissed me again and held me in silence for a few long moments, then pulled back. “Let’s go to bed. We can talk more where it’s warm.”
He took my hand and together we went into the bedroom, turning out all but the bedside lights and climbing between the sheets. When I was firmly wrapped in his arms again, he tilted my chin up. “What would you say if I told you a good four of those loads were mine?”
My eyes widened. “Really?”
He nodded. “It kept turning me on, watching them fuck you, watching your ass swallow them one after another. I don’t know that I understand it completely except that in that moment, I knew I owned you. You were mine. You trusted me implicitly. And I got to choose exactly what happened to you. And I wanted them—all of them—fucking you, leaving their sloppy cum in your ass, using you the way I directed them to. That’s a powerful thing.”
I let that digest for a long moment. “I floated a lot. I sank into my submission so deeply, I lost track of a lot of it. I mean… I was constantly stimulated, constantly approaching orgasm and stopping, but… I floated. It felt really good. At one point, I heard them talking about me.” I paused, frowning. “I never thought humiliation would be a kink, you know?” He nodded. “But they were talking about me being sloppy and loose and worse than a whore and… and while my face was burning… my cock was as hard as it could get in the cage.”
“Would you want to do it again?” he asked.
I looked up at him. “I… God, Master, the orgasm was intense. And I really think a huge portion of it was all I’d gone through that night. The feeling of being used, degraded, ignored. I… I…” I hesitated, but forced myself to remember our promise. “Yes, I would.”
“Good. I would too.” He grinned. “They certainly want it. They asked if we’d do it again.” My eyes widened and he nodded. “Oh yeah. They thought it was hot, loved your boy cunt. So, next time, I’m going to alter the bench and how you’re positioned a little. I want you to be able to be there for even longer. It was only a few hours tonight, but I want you there for a whole evening. I want to give them a chance to have you more, want to see just how many loads we can leave in your ass.” He paused briefly, looked thoughtful. “Wonder if we can get to fifty? Or even more?” His grin turned a little evil. “You’ll be just as sloppy, just as loose and if I have my way, even messier. I’ll have them taking you two at a time, fucking you until your ass will be so stretched, so wrecked, you can’t sit.”
I whimpered, my cock twitching.
He gripped my cage, squeezing my balls. “And all because I say so.” He leaned in to my ear and lowered his voice. “Because your slutty, cum dump, boy pussy belongs to me, isn’t that so?”
“Yes, Master,” I moaned, my cock straining against the cage. “All yours.”
“Oh yes. Yes, it is.” He squeezed again and I cried out when the pain took over. He gripped my hair, tilting my head back and kissing me hard. His tongue plunged into my mouth, and I shuddered at the power behind it, behind him.
“Horny again?” he asked when he broke the kiss.
I whimpered my “yes,” my balls throbbing, cock straining once more against the cage.
“Good. Because that’s how a good boy should be. Horny and denied.” He bit hard at my neck, then pulled back. “I’m thinking a few months. We’ll let your ass recover with only me fucking it. Then we’ll do it again. And if you’re good, I might let you come before then.”
He paused, massaging my balls as I shivered in his arms. “Then again, if you’re really good, maybe I won’t.”
I moaned and spurted precum.
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