Chapter 8 #2
"Please, please!" I cry out, tears hot on my face and drool pooling down the corners of my mouth as the toy inside buzzes and buzzes, tormenting me as ruthlessly as the fuck machine once did.
It's awful, yet I want it. I can't stop wanting it. I'll never stop wanting this. No matter what happens to me or what new dark delights Sir introduces to me, it's never enough. I want him, and I want this.
Forever.
And it feels like it will last forever. I don't know how long I've been there. All I know is that I'm soaked in sweat and shaking when Sir finally returns to the bedroom, smelling of flour and cooking fat.
"Look at you. My pretty little twink. My perfect submissive boy. You wanna come?" he asks as he sits down on the edge of the bed. He plays with my body. Tickles my stomach and pets my thighs. Rotates the toy without removing it before he gives both of my nipples a pinch.
"Y-yes. Please. Please, Sir,"
"You gonna be mine, Pretty Boy? No matter how many times you come for other men? No matter how many cocks you service and Doms you serve? I need to hear you say it. Need to know you're gonna always be mine no matter what."
"Yes, Sir. Always yours. Only...only yours. Please, please make me come!"
"Good boy."
Sir finally removes the cock ring and pulls out the plug. That's all it takes. I'm coming. Loud and hard. And sticky. I come untouched, with three of Sir's fingers curled deep in my ass and massaging my prostate with brutal, precise thrusts, milking every last drop out of me.
He only stops fucking me with his fingers when I beg him to stop.
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"Can I have some more syrup?" I ask while looking down at my plate.
Sir's already fixed it for me. It's loaded up with pancakes, bacon, and eggs.
We're having breakfast for lunch. I'd call it brunch, but it's a little late in the day for that.
I'm sitting at the kitchen table with him, though I'm still naked.
..and the plug is back in my ass. But at least the vibrations have stopped.
"Gonna have to be careful with you, least I spoil you rotten," Sir grumbles, but he still grabs the bottle of maple syrup from the counter-top and brings it back to the table. He sets it down and I pour it myself, slathering my stack of pancakes in gooey warm sugary goodness.
"Thank you, Sir," I say as sweetly as possible. "Thank you for cooking. And for making me come."
He grunts, shoving a mouthful of food past his lips, though I catch the smile before he swallows it down.
Our meal is remarkably casual. I might be naked and wearing my collar, but other than that nothing really kinky happens as we eat.
Sir tells me all about his recent trip, talking about the highways he took and all the towns he drove through.
I help the conversation roll around with lots of questions, eager to learn more about his work and his life on the road, but there's one question I'm avoiding.
One of the most important questions.
I keep thinking about all the videos we've made. And the photos. Does Sir really want to post them online? Fuck, do I really want that to happen? My stomach is stuffed full of come and good food, but it still has room to roll with high emotions.
Yet it's not with fear.
It's with want.
"Are you...would you really going posts the videos online?" I finally ask as Sir collects our empty plates.
"What?" Sir blinks at me, shaking his head as he turns on the tap and starts to soak the dirty dishes. "I was just saying shit, Pretty Boy. I wouldn't do that to you."
"Oh, right," I nod and swallow. "But what if...but what if I wanted you to do that?"
I squirm in my seat. His come is still inside of me, the plug snugly fitted and keeping my hole loose. I'll be ready for using whenever Sir wants for the rest of the day...and the night too. Though even as he's freely using me, I'm still wanting more. Needing it, even.
Sir turns off the tap, crossing his arms and raising both eyebrows at me. "You should know better, college boy. Once shit is online, it's on there forever. You can't go back."
"I'm never going back to my old life." I sit up straighter in my seat, even if it makes the plug shift, and I let out a little moan in response.
"I want to be with you, Sir. Not just on the weekends.
Not just over the phone. I need it. I need this to be real, and I need it to be for the rest of my life. "
Sir shakes his head.
"You're gonna have yourself a nice techie degree. Could get a real good job somewhere...but if your face gets plastered all over gay jerk off sites, nobody reputable is gonna hire you."
I don't want reputable. I don't want normal.
I want Sir, and I want a life of shared use with him.
"I don't want to keep the videos private," I whisper, a shiver of delight rushing through me as I confess my dark desires. "I want to post them. Both the scene with the fuck machine and the gangbang with the team."
Sir keeps me a hard look. I almost think he's about to lecture me, but then he's wiping his hands on a cloth and leaving the kitchen. When he returns, he has my laptop. He sets it down on the table in front of me.
"Well then, go ahead."
It's already open on a website. I recognize it. This is the same shady site where I first learned about the Bear's Den. Back to where it all started. Though if I get my way, this won't be the end.
"Well, have at it then," Sir says as he sits down next to me, watching me like a hawk. "You want to stop playing at porn star and do it for real, go right ahead. Remember, it's always your choice, but you better really think about what this means for your future."
"I know," I tell him with a nod as I reach out for the keys. "I want this, Sir. I don't want to hide or lie about who I am. I need it all out there in the open or I won't be able to live with myself."
The big world of kink with Sir might still be new territory, but I'm in my area of expertise here on my computer.
Sir watches with keen interest as I work.
I open up a program on my laptop to edit the videos.
While I might get off on the idea of releasing my naughty videos for everybody to see, I wouldn't out anyone else like that.
I make sure to cut other guys out or at least blur their faces. Only their cocks are revealed. It takes a while for me to edit both videos. It's just a rough cut, but it'll do. Sir only interrupts me when I've filled in all the details I need to post.
"You sure about this?" Sir asks again.
I don't answer him with words. I act on it. I lean forward and press enter on my keyboard. In only a few seconds, my videos are live on the site, and the view count rapidly rises.
No more playing. No more experimenting. There's no going back to my old vanilla and straight life, and I couldn't be happier to have the option torn away forever.
Sir knew I was gay and submissive the moment he saw me, and I knew what I was after tasting his cock for the first time.
Now, the entire world knows I'm a free use slut.