Chapter Four #3
Phil pulled out until his cockhead rested on Terry’s lower lips, just enough so Terry could suck in another breath.
Then he thrust forward again. This time when Terry swallowed, Phil let loose a cry, his hot, salty seed pulsing down Terry’s throat.
All that existed to him, the only thing his mind latched onto, was pleasing his Master.
He wouldn’t let any of his Master’s cum escape his lips.
He’d suck and swallow it down, then meticulously clean him with his mouth.
It wasn’t until Phil gently pulled his shaft from between Terry’s lips that he snapped back to an awareness of his surroundings.
Phil caressed his head, stroking the sweat-dampened strands back from his face.
Terry’s arousal remained strong, but he no longer focused on it.
Instead, he needed reassurance from Phil that he’d done a good job and that his Master was pleased with him.
“Mmm.” Phil cupped Terry’s face with one hand, emotion rising within him as he closed his eyes and leaned into his Master’s touch. “You performed for me perfectly.” Phil stroked Terry’s cheek with his thumb. “Now remain my good, obedient baby and stay still while I untie you.”
Terry swallowed hard as disappointment slammed into his chest. He pressed his lips together before he could blurt something out.
We barely got started. But he would not disappoint his Master when he’d just been praised for doing such a good job.
I don’t make the decisions, he does. He repeated it in his head, over and over like a mantra, sinking into a place outside of himself where the sensation of Phil’s assured fingers as he released his bonds were the only thing that mattered.
Terry’s body shook as his breathing accelerated.
He swallowed over and over, his throat raw, his mind switching to the act of keeping himself steady so he wouldn’t simply crumple onto the rug, a boneless, sobbing mess.
Phil slid the mask from Terry’s eyes, and he blinked repeatedly as his vision adjusted to the low light of the room.
“Let me help you up.”
Phil gripped Terry’s biceps, his strength a comfort as he guided Terry to his feet. He wobbled, and Phil drew him into his arms, murmuring soft words of love and praise while caressing Terry’s back.
Phil loosened his hold then took one of Terry’s hands, twining their fingers together. “Come along. I want you face down on the bed.”
Terry allowed himself to be led the short distance to their bed, noting that Phil remained clothed. Terry idly wondered when it was that Phil had put himself to rights and was amazed that he hadn’t been aware of Phil taking his cock out in the first place until it had been shoved past his lips.
Phil assisted him onto his stomach, positioning him with a pillow stuffed under his abdomen, encouraging his ass up.
Yeah. A good, hard fucking. Even if he wasn’t allowed to come, he’d still get plenty of enjoyment from it.
Phil’s thick cock spreading him open, stretching him until the burn was almost too much to bear, then filling him up—it had never been as good as it was with Phil.
The sweet slide of Phil’s lubed finger as he slipped it into Terry’s body drew a satisfied moan from him.
Sometimes the desperate need for a harsh fuck made prolonged prep an annoyance, but he wanted to savor the moment with his Master.
He found it startling that he could feel so sated when his need was still so strong.
The bondage had given him an unexpected satisfaction.
Phil added a second finger, twisting them inside his body, delving deeper with each swirl of his wrist. Terry’s hips thrust of their own accord and Phil placed his free hand solidly on Terry’s lower back.
“Take what I give you and nothing more. Your body is my property, mine to use as I see fit.”
Terry’s dick throbbed within its confines.
He wondered whether the cock ring came with a no-come guarantee.
Even though his nuts were more swollen than he could ever remember them being, he was pretty sure he could pump some cum out if it got to that point.
But the fear of failing his Master brought him back from the edge.
Phil removed his fingers after lazily fucking him with them, but never giving more than a light brush over his prostate. Thank God. If Phil had really worked his gland good, all bets would’ve been off.
Terry took a deep breath then let it out slowly, anxious for Phil’s cock. He was fairly certain he could withstand the onslaught of Phil’s amazing prick without disobeying his Master. He almost chuckled. It is pretty amazing. Not only was it beautiful to look at, Phil knew how to use it.
The next sensation to hit him was the feel of something cold and hard pushing against his rim.
The fuck?
When Phil had previously used a butt plug on him, it had been a cone-shaped silicone one. This was more foreign. Heavy and…huge.
He instinctively clenched. “Relax baby. Let it in.” Phil rubbed slow circles at the base of Terry’s spine.
Terry focused on breathing slow and steady, on allowing the large object to invade his passage.
Phil twisted what Terry now knew was a metal plug, the surface warming to his skin as it breached his tight ring of muscle.
His asshole snapped shut around it, but Phil only pushed harder.
Terry’s body resisted the unexpected girth of the intrusion.
“You’re doing very well, baby. Only two more sections and it’ll be all the way in.”
Only two more…?
Terry hissed as his rim spread wider than it ever had before, stinging as it closed over the second portion of the plug. Phil massaged his overly-stretched opening then drizzled more slick along the edges, continuing the action as he began to push in the plug again.
No way. Can’t do it. Won’t fit. “Oh, God, Oh God!”
Right when Terry had been sure he was going to split wide open, the object slid into his channel in a rush.
A pulsing heat accompanied the sting of Terry’s poor, abused hole.
Phil continued to caress him, his touches widening until his palms covered Terry’s entire back, shoulders and upper arms. Soon that was all Terry could feel as he sunk into the comfort of Phil’s care.
Terry gasped, jerking as Phil jostled the plug against his gland.
The fucking thing filled him up so well, there was no way to avoid the pressure against his prostate.
Crazy thoughts filled Terry’s head at what Phil intended to do to him.
He reminded himself it was all okay, that Phil had him and wouldn’t let him fall.
But it was almost fucking impossible with his ass filled and stretched beyond what he’d ever experienced.
Phil nudged it again, this time, adding a small twist. Terry whimpered. He knew begging, questioning, hinting—nothing would deter Phil and would only likely add a punishment instead. But he’d never last, not when it was such an overload of sensation.
Terry jumped at the sound of Phil’s voice next to his ear.
“Let’s relax for a while. I’d like to spend some time cuddling with you.
” The heat from Phil’s breath tickled his neck and his tension eased some more.
Cuddling sounded good. He could totally deal with the plug if all they were going to do was cuddle, be together as lovers.
“Roll over, baby. I need to get you into a comfortable position before I restrain you.”
“Wait, what?” He couldn’t help it. ‘Restraining’ and ‘cuddling’ seemed to be at cross-purposes.
“Now.”
Terry resisted the urge to mumble something that would undoubtedly inspire Phil to keep him in a high state of need for much longer than Terry thought necessary, so instead, he obeyed. I’ll find out soon enough, right? However, his nerves were on high alert.
“Spread eagle.”
Terry bit his lip as he complied. His brain swirled, a mass of noise, all the quiet he’d achieved pushed from him.
The aggravation he felt had nothing to do with anything Phil was doing—it was how much the whole experience had unsettled him.
He’d find peace, then it would be snatched from him because he couldn’t shut off.
But he’ll help me.
That one thought, above all the others, kept Terry going. The few glimpses he’d had of what Phil described as subspace, of the ability to let go and let his cares drift away, to let Phil take the worry—those moments encouraged him to push through all the fear and doubt.
“That’s my good baby. Here you go.” Phil positioned a pillow under his shoulders and neck, just enough that his upper body was slightly raised. “This will make it easier for you to watch TV, and to drink. I’m bringing you some juice.”
He’s lost it. “May I speak, Sir?”
“Yes. Although, if you’re going to ask me what I’m doing and why, I won’t answer.”
A growl inadvertently came out of Terry. “Never mind.”
“Then hold still while I attach the cuffs.”
Terry screwed his eyes shut as his cock jerked in its binds.
Phil lifted one of Terry’s wrists then wrapped the first cuff around it.
The soft, yet sturdy feel of the thick, leather restraint made him want to scream it was so damn good.
As Phil buckled first one, then the other, Terry’s prick swelled more, the ring digging into his flesh.
Jesus, so good.
Phil continued by securing his ankles and Terry let out a moan. He squirmed, and the plug nudged his gland.
“Fuck!”
“Swearing.”
“Oh, shi…uh, I mean—” He gasped as Phil licked up the sticky moisture gathering on the head of Terry’s cock.
“Please, Sir…” Terry attempted to control his breathing. Even if begging didn’t typically work with Phil, he was a desperate man. “It was the plug. I didn’t mean it.”
“The plug was swearing?” Phil said it with a hint of amusement and again Terry wanted to scream.
“Sir. No joke. I wasn’t expecting it to slam into my gland like that. This is all new territory.” Terry pleaded with his eyes. “Hall pass?”
Phil gazed down on him. “Do you know what to expect now?”