Chapter 8
The cabin is exactly how I remember.
As I plant both feet on the gravel driveway, I take a deep breath of the fresh air as I look around. We're out in the middle of nowhere. No neighbors for miles around. The grass in the surrounding fields has grown high...and there's an extremely sad looking truck without wheels.
"What's with the truck?" I ask as the play with the strap of my backpack while Sir rolls his motorcycle into the garage. There are a lot of tools scattered around. He must be fixing it.
"Figured I ought to have something besides the bike," he shrugs as he pulls down the garage door. "In case...well, I just figured. You can drive, right?"
He's grumbling, and he makes it a point not to look at me, even as he reaches for my shoulder and guides me toward the front porch.
"Um, not really," I tell him. "Why?"
"Never you mind." Sir's being evasive. That's not like him at all. I open my mouth, ready to ask more questions about the new truck and his plans for it, but Sir switches the topic for us.
"It's about lunchtime. You in the mood for anything in particular?" he asks. "And don't just say cock."
As he holds open the door to the cabin, I instantly set down my bag. I haven't brought much with me besides my toothbrush, my laptop, and a spare change of clothes. "I'll eat anything," I say.
Sir shuts the door.
"Clothes off," Sir reminds me with a snap of his fingers. "Remember, you don't wear that shit while you're here. Not unless I give you permission, and I ain't giving it. Not today. Need to see my boy in all his pretty glory."
Sir crosses his arms and leans against the sofa, his mouth shifting into a grin and his eyebrows high on his face as he waits for my obedience.
I don't tease. I strip without hesitation, kicking off my shoes and pulling off my shirt.
In just a few seconds flat, I'm naked and shivering despite the sun-soaked afternoon.
"Thanks for having me over, Sir." I look at my Dom with pleading eyes. "I've...I really missed you."
I've missed his cock and his dominance, sure, but more than anything I've just missed being around. Sharing space. Existing together. Getting to know one another outside of the sucking and fucking.
"Hm, you've been saying that a whole lot." Sir rubs the front of his jeans. "Come over here and show me just how much you've missed me."
He doesn't need to tell me twice. With a smile on my lips and my eyes filled with desperation, I get down on my knees and open my mouth.
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I have my collar back on. The weight is a welcoming feeling. I'm satisfied, but sucking Sir off isn't enough to satisfy him. Even after he's fucked my face and I've swallowed his come, he isn't done.
This weekend's extended play session is just getting started.
Falling back into our dynamic feels like coming home.
I do whatever he tells me...and let him do whatever he wants to me.
Right now, I'm face down and ass up in his bed.
Leather cuffs bite into my wrists and ankles, and I whine as Sir massages the crack of my ass, his thick fingers slippery with lube.
"Hm, this is what you been needing, ain't it? Back under my direct control and bound in my bed. My pretty thing. My good boy."
He's put me into the spreader bar. It keeps my legs spread wide and exposes my hole for examination. Sir has all the lights off, but the windows to his bedroom are open, granting him plenty of daylight to look me over.
And fondle me too.
He doesn't hesitate to squeeze my cock and pinch my nipples as he examines my body. "Still so fucking pretty, no matter how much you get banged. You still tight?"
Sir doesn't wait for me to answer. He slips two lubed up fingers inside of my ass, curling his finger and prodding my prostate directly. I gasp, shaking and moaning, my cock leaking over his sheets.
"Fuck, yeah you are. Such a perfect submissive. Always ready for breeding, huh?"
"Yes, please!" I beg for it. Beg for him. For my Dom to fuck and fill me. I'm so hard, aching and ready for him to make me take his cock. "Please, Sir."
"Such a greedy little cock slut," he tsks. Sir pulls his fingers out of my ass and wipes them clean on the back of my trembling thighs. He leaves for only a moment, then comes back...with another toy in hand. "Remember your place, boy. You ain't nothing but a hole."
Sir's grin is downright wicked as he brandishes the cock ring. He reaches underneath me and fastens it around my swollen dick. I pant, planting my cheek against the mattress as I wait to get used.
"My tight, needy little set of holes. I already seen the video, but how about we rewatch it together? I want you to see what a filthy, twinky whore you are while I reclaim my fuck hole."
Sir gets my laptop for me. He makes all the arrangements, setting it up so I can see the screen from my bound position. I'm already shaking. Shaky with want and anticipation. Eager for Sir to remind me of his brutal dominance over my body and mind.
He repositions my arms so they're stretched out high above me and locked to the headboard. I'm delightfully trapped. My cock locked by the cock ring, denying me release. The spreader bar keeps my legs open and my most vulnerable spots exposed. The leather around my wrists holds me in place.
He uses all these toys to make me into his toy.
His dirty little plaything.
Sir presses play, and I get a front-row seat to my own degradation. I watch with wide eyes as I beg to be used, pleading to get fucked. I can't look away. All I can do is lie there and take it, watching myself being free used while Sir reasserts his claim over my ass.
"Such a good boy," Sir grunts as he fucks into me. "Take it. Take my cock, you dirty free use slut. Need it so bad. Can't even go a single goddamn day without a cock in this hole."
Sir grips my hip tightly, but his hands on my body are gentle even if his thrusts are brutal. I moan and whine. With Sir, I'm even louder than I am in the video. He fucks me and fucks me, and my eyes glaze over as I watch myself suck and fuck the whole team.
"You're so fucking perfect, you know? Never had myself a boy like you. Or trained a submissive so keen for it. You were born for this, Pretty Boy. Made to submit and to obey."
I nod my head, breathing hard as I stare my computer screen. It's hot...so fucking hot. Both being fucked by Sir and watching myself getting fucked. It's almost too much to handle. If I didn't have the help of the cock ring, I would have already shot off.
"You love it, nasty thing. Bet you been wishing I'd upload this video all over the internet.
Let everybody see what a cock hungry hole I have.
The club ain't enough for you and neither was getting banged by a whole damned football team.
You're a living, breathing, fuck doll. Nothing but free use holes ready to serve every damn hour of every fucking day. "
Oh, fuck. It's too much...yet I still need more. "Yes, Sir. Please, Sir!"
He gives it to me. And he takes it from me. Again and again. Sir draws it out and paces himself. He makes it last. Uses his fingers to keep fucking me when he gets too close to coming. Sir doesn't fill me with his seed until the last jock in the video has blown his load.
Only then does Sir spill his pleasure inside of me.
I'm so blissed out, so pleased to have helped make him come, that I barely notice as he pulls out of me. My awareness of what's going on and what's happening to me only returns when he shoves something else inside of me.
Something...new.
"Got you a souvenir on the road," Sir chuckles, slapping my ass as he continues to angle whatever that thing in me is.
It must be a dildo, I think. I try to peek over my shoulder to see what's going on, but all I see is Sir as he teases my hole with the object. "Found it in a sex shop outside Vegas."
Sir does something, and then the toy in me does something. I jerk against the restraints, letting out a cry as it buzzes to life.
"W-what is that?"
"Vibrating butt plug," Sir tells me. "You're gonna love it. Will keep my come snug inside you and keep your hole stretched out until it's time to play again. You're in for a very long, and a very hard night. I've sure missed you too."
I snap my eyes shut, wiggling and moaning as the toy torments me. It feels...weird, but in a good way. It's neither hard nor soft. It just, well, it's a perfect fit. Just like how Sir and I fit together. I was made to be a submissive slut, but maybe he was born to be my Dominant.
Sir re-arranges me once more. Redoes the restraints and flips me over so I'm flat on my back.
My knees pushed all the way to my nipples.
My arms are still high above my head, straining above me.
Both my cock and my hole are under his control now.
I'm kept on the edge, unable to find release or expel Sir's release.
"I'm gonna leave you here to play with your new toy."
Sir starts another video, but it's not the gangbang with the team again. It's the video we took in the Bear's Den. With Colt...and the fuck machine. I gasp as I see myself on the screen, lipstick smeared all over my mouth and my body on full display while the mindless machine ravages my ass.
"I'm off to make us lunch. You holler for me if you need something."
I do a lot of hollering while Sir is gone...but none of it is for help.
Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through my body, yet it never crashes into completion.
My hips buck and I twist against the restraints, but it's useless, and I'm helpless.
Sir leaves me stuck there, unable to do anything but watch the video.
The memory of this training session is already seared into my mind, but it's another thing entirely to see it from a new angle and point of view.
I look so...perfect. And pretty. I'm just what Sir and so many other men have called me. A perfect little toy. The ideal horny twink. I watch as I'm used and degraded, turned into an object that only exists to be fucked.