Chapter 7
Malachi had made him stay on the tabletop, tied nicely and vibrating even more nicely, for another twenty-five minutes, answering questions about himself, personal questions that Malachi never gave a complete fuck about when interviewing a potential submissive but found he craved the information when it came to the boy.
After a small amount of bitching and moaning, Justice had settled in to his predicament and answered all the questions asked of him.
There was a nice sheen of sweat beginning to coat him and his young, untrained body had started those incessant wiggles and twitches that seemed to follow Justice everywhere he went.
He’d received several firm swats with the riding crop for some ass thrusts as he’d tried to get some sweet friction against his cock…
and those had only succeeded in making him even hornier.
Like with everything else the boy did, he’d wanted to dive into his training with his usual lusty vigor of wide-open, full steam ahead.
The boy would undoubtedly plunge into his world of training in a way that would require Malachi to jerk back on the reins more often than not.
He could tell Justice thought he had absolutely no hard limits when it came to what he could take.
He also knew just how incredibly fucking wrong that was.
The kid had no idea what could be done to a human body in order to violate and break it down until there was nothing left.
Right now, he was all Thomas the Train, thinking he could do it all.
Fucking innocent fool.
Hard limits needed to be learned and, more importantly, learn how vitally important it was for the sub to never step across those boundaries, regardless of how strong the urge to please their master might be.
Right now they were headed down the stairs into the basement for his first night of simple training in Dante’s playroom.
The kid was behind him but not walking with his usual ‘right on your ass trying to rush ahead’ pace and he was much quieter than normal.
Malachi knew the change was directly related to the fact he’d made him leave the plug buried in his ass for their short journey into the basement.
He knew Justice was feeling some new, incredible awakenings.
Finally!
He’d found something to shut him up.
He just wasn’t so sure that he liked not hearing that sexy, husky voice asking a million questions.
Shit, between Megan and Justice, he was headed straight towards acting like a fucking bottom.
Emotions?
Who would have thought he might have them buried deep inside of him somewhere?
Dante had sworn they were there, but he’d denied it, firmly believed he had nothing but ice cold water rushing through his veins…
that and Nicholas’ fucking filthy blood.
“How’s that plug feeling, Justice?” he asked in a snarky voice as he removed the key to the playroom from his pocket and slid it into the lock.
Earlier in the day, he’d made certain everything was prepared and he had all he needed for Justice’s training.
Since it had been slightly over a year since any of them had visited the lake house, there were a few items missing that he enjoyed using on a sub.
He’d texted Dante earlier and requested he have them shipped to him overnight.
After that, he’d turned off his phone, dreading all the questions Dante would be throwing in his direction when he read the ‘wish list’.
Dante was friends with Justice’s father…
which could definitely cause some problems.
Normally he would have worried about the gay issue, but Justice had taken to submitting to a man so easily that he had to suspect there weren’t prejudices floating around in the Conners’ household.
The fact that he wanted to whip, torment, and fuck his son might cause a father to take a slight offense though.
“Quite nice, Sir,” Justice answered in his own snarky voice.
“Who would have thought having something shoved there could actually feel good? There’s this spot, when it rubs that spot, holy shit, mother fucking batman, it nearly causes the top of my head to come off. Is that normal?”
Malachi rolled his eyes.
“It’s your prostrate and yes, that feeling is normal. I thought you said you’d done some research before today?”
Cheeks turned a slight pink.
“Oh…oh, that. Okay, I just looked at some pictures online. Trust me, the pictures were enough to let me know my body was interested in learning more. That shit you gave me to look at? That was some pretty intense stuff. Wait, I’ve already told you that…and I didn’t like how that conversation went. Let’s drop it before my balls hide away inside my body.”
Malachi swung the door open and gestured for the boy to step inside.
“Well, welcome to the real thing, kid. Trust me, it’s much better than any pictures.”
Justice’s eyes widened as he scanned the room, noting all the strange furniture that was certainly created for sex and all the implements of torture lining the walls.
Shit, he didn’t have a fucking clue what half this shit was but common sense told him he needed to be worried about all of it.
Some of that bondage furniture looked about three levels above his highest level of comfort.
Suddenly the wonderful buzzing in his ass seemed so fucking kindergarten and he’d thought he was the cock of the walk for being able to handle it on his first night out in the ‘big leagues’.
He was in so much fucking trouble.
“Do you see the big screen television over on that wall?” Malachi nodded in the direction of the ninety-six inch television mounted on the wall.
“Go over and get in your waiting position in front of the screen while I get a few things prepared.”
Justice took a deep breath, enjoying the sweet mixture of fear and excitement bubbling in his tummy and cock.
“Are you going to take the plug…”
“No! Waiting position…now.”
“Sir, yes, Sir,” Justice answered with a smirk and mock salute that would require some serious discipline later in the evening.
Tonight would be all about trying to learn some of his boundaries, what drove him wild with pleasure, and what scared the shit out of him…
but still drove him wild with pleasure.
Most important, Meg, through skype, would be a part of their games.
He wanted her here, in his arms with her legs wrapped around his waist while he fucked her cunt with the powerful thrusts that always left her screaming his name as she came but skype would have to suffice until after Justice’s trial.
He pulled out the tools he needed for the session.
All the penis wands and XL dildos were definitely out of the question for at least the first few times they all played together.
Tonight he planned to strap him onto the extreme punishment bench because it would give him access to all the wonderfully sensitive spots Justice had to offer…
but wouldn’t allow for much squirming or wiggling.
He pulled out a dildo plug with a cock ring attached.
It was slightly larger than the one stuffed up Justice’s pretty ass right now but not large enough to cause a panic attack when the boy saw it.
The rings of fire nipple press knit followed, along with a paddle and a one shot enema launcher.
These items would certainly push his limits and offer up a challenge.
If he’d learned anything at all about his boy, it was that he had to be focused and busy, always pushing his limits.
Maybe that’s what his tattoo meant ?
With everything he needed on a large platter, he turned and started toward Justice.
The poor kid was squirming uncomfortably as his kneeling position caused the plug to be rammed even further inside of him and mostly because he’d been completely unattended for almost three whole minutes.
He was probably going nuts without something to focus his attention on.
For intimidation purpose alone, he placed the platter on the floor in front of Justice so he would be forced to see what he had planned for him.
He wasn’t disappointed.
Those pretty pale blue eyes widened as they studied all the contraptions that he most assuredly didn’t understand but probably feared.
“Look scary to you?” he asked.
“Always be honest.”
“Yes, Sir. I have no clue what most of that fucking shit is.” His head tilted from side to side as he tried to figure out what was going where.
He looked like a cute puppy being introduced to fetch for the first time.
Malachi chuckled as he lost the battle to try and remain unattached and withdrawn like he usually did when playing.
He never mistreated a sub, male or female, and always ensured they reached their highest level of submission and pleasure, but he never allowed his own heart to play.
He had wanted to with Megan, but submissive, she was not!
“Well, that was honest,” he commented drily.
“I’m going to call you pet or pup. If you don’t like it…well, that’s unfortunate.”
Justice smirked.
“Ruff. Ruff.” Call him pet or pup?
Sure, it fit much more than Malachi would ever know.
His last girlfriend, the one that would have more than likely filed a restraining order against him if his dad hadn’t intervened on his behalf, had told him he reminded her of a stupid puppy.
You could kick it, scream at it, and beat it…
but it always came bounding back for more, stupid tongue hanging out of its mouth like it still loved you more than kibbles.
Was that what he was like?
Was he that pathetic?
Shit.
If Malachi asked him to run out naked to pick up the morning paper between his teeth, he’d probably do it…
and drop it at his feet and nuzzle his damned fucking leg.
“Gonna make you yelp, smart ass,” Malachi replied.
“Now, are you ready to meet your Mistress?”
Justice’s head jerked up and whipped around in every direction as he nervously scanned the room for another person there to witness his naked and slightly humiliated position.
The room was completely empty except for him and Malachi.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
He hadn’t lied to Malachi, he was fucking excited about adding a woman into their mix but he wasn’t sure he was ready for a woman to witness his initiation into the BDSM world.
He liked to consider himself a badass, but he was pretty sure he was going to scream like a girl before Malachi was finished with him.
“Is she here, Sir?” Please say no.
Please say no .
Malachi flipped on the screen and clicked away at the keyboard in front of him.
Within seconds, the huge television screen displayed Megan, dressed completely in black leather and smiling the most wickedly sexy smile Justice had ever seen in his life.
She looked all dominatrix, fuck-you-up and make-you-like-it kind of vixen…
until she grinned great big and waved at him and Malachi.
“Hey, baby. Love you!” Her sexy voice tickled Justice’s ears and honest to God, he watched Malachi get a huge boner just from her friendly smile and sweetheart wave.
It literally almost fucking burst through the leather of his skin tight pants.
“Love you back, Meg. This is Justice. He’s interested in training to be our submissive, our lover to share and to play with in all sorts of naughty ways.” He nudged Justice with his knee.
“Address your Mistress, Justice.”
“Holy fucking shit, mother of all that’s holy, son of a bitch…” he whispered in disbelief as his eyes soaked up her cock-hardening beauty.
She had inky black hair that looked like it hung past her curvy ass, bright azure blue eyes, dark red lips, and a rockin’ body that was soft in all the right places and intimidatingly hard in others.
The red-head with the pink fuzzies hadn’t sent off the first dominatrix vibe, but Malachi’s woman owned it.
His stupid cock got even harder and dipped away from his body, toward Megan, hundreds of miles away, Megan.
Stupid cock.
She giggled and winked at him.
Ah, Megan sweet, Malachi, not sweet.
He got it.
Opposites attract and all that lovey-dovey shit.
“That is not a proper greeting for your Mistress, pet. Correct yourself and don’t be surprised when you are punished later.”
“Hello, Mistress. Why in the hell do you fool with this guy?” He tilted his head toward a frowning Malachi.
“Oh, yea. I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you, Mistress.” He added with a boyish grin while making puppy-dog eyes at her.
“Oh, Malachi. He is delicious,” she complimented with another one of her mega-watt smiles.
“It’s no wonder he’s almost driven you crazy. It would be like me being surrounded with cotton candy and not able to take the first bite.”
“Yea, yea,” Malachi mocked.
“He’s a real peach. Never shuts up and won’t do a thing you tell him to…except when he thinks he’s earned a good hard spanking for something. I believe our pet may be a bit of a pain whore.”
“Who are you kidding? I can’t get a word in edge-wise around this guy.” Justice said playfully.
“Follows me around like a puppy dog.” Justice couldn’t believe how comfortable he suddenly felt.
Sure, he was completely naked, cock standing tall and balls hanging low, but all the feelings flowing through him were wonderfully erotic and warm.
Uh oh, he needed to dial it down a notch…
too much like a relationship and he was looking for playtime only.
“Do you really want to play with us, Justice? I know this may shock you, but sometimes Malachi can come across as a bit of a bully that must get his way every single time about every single thing. Are you willing, pet?” She used the same endearment Malachi had chosen for him and it caused shivers of delight to dance around in him.
“Willing and hopefully able, Mistress,” he answered truthfully.
“I wish I were there,” she said.
Her eyes, sparkling with love and excitement, locked onto Malachi.
“Entertain me, lovers.”
“Stand up, pet,” Malachi ordered softly, his game face firmly in place as he looked down at his submissive, the man offering himself in complete trust.
It wasn’t an offering he ever took lightly, especially with Justice.
Justice took a deep breath and slowly stood up.
His eyes darted from Megan, to Malachi, to the scary platter filled with devices meant to bring him pleasure and pain.
His heart started thundering, so he closed his eyes, took several deep breaths, and then opened them again.
He was ready.
Shit, he wasn’t ready .
Malachi picked up the one shot enema launcher and a bottle of lube that had been warming in hot water for the past hour.
Opening the lube, he poured it into the launcher until it wouldn’t hold another drop and then slipped the plunger back into place.
“This is called an enema launcher but I prefer to use it as a way to fill my submissive’s ass with whatever liquid I think they might need for the session. I’ve just filled it with some warm lube to make penetration easier for you. I will insert this into your ass and then quickly shove the plunger up as far as I can. This will force the warm lube into your channel, filling you completely, perhaps to the point of slight discomfort. Do not allow a drop to escape when I remove the nozzle. Do you understand, pet?”
“Shit,” Justice whispered.
His eyes could no longer look at Megan’s beautiful face on the screen.
“I think I’d be a lot better without all the descriptive detail, Sir. Your explanation is kind of fucking with my head right now.”
Malachi moved to stand behind Justice and said, “The descriptive detail is supposed to make you uncomfortable, pet. Red or green?” He asked in the same polite tone he could have used to ask if he wanted butter on his dinner roll.
“Green, Sir.” The reply was mumbled but still loud enough for both Megan and Malachi to hear clearly.
With a firm push to the base of Justice’s back, Malachi bent him over far enough to give him good access to his plugged ass.
The tiny plug was still vibrating away, working its magic on the tight rings of the puckered hole.
Malachi carefully pulled until it popped out and Justice moaned in dismay when he was emptied.
The plug was shut off and set aside so that Malachi could focus his dark gaze on Justice’s slightly gaping hole.
He patiently waited until the muscles contracted back, closing him up…
just so he could stretch them out all over again.
He put the tip of the launcher against the clenching and unclenching hole and felt Justice’s entire body tense as he waited for the intrusion.
Before breeching the tight ring, Malachi tugged at the back of Justice’s hair, forcing him up enough to put him eye level with the television screen.
“Look at your Mistress while I slide this inside of you and don’t look away until I give you permission. Understood?”
Oh, shit.
He didn’t want to look her in the eyes when he was being violated but he didn’t want to disobey a command either.
His eyes, wide with embarrassment, locked onto Megan’s hungry gaze and remained that way as he felt the launcher push against the tight muscles and keep pushing until it slid all the way in, stuffing him full.
He blinked and gasped at the intrusion.
It wasn’t much wider than the plug, but definitely felt longer…
and warmer.
The look in Megan’s eyes made him feel fucking warm all over.
“Very good, pet. You look beautiful,” Megan murmured encouragingly as her eyes darkened with lust as she watched her submissive get violated with the thin launcher.
The look on his face was the most exquisitely beautiful sight she’d ever seen.
His embarrassment…
the shock…
the awakening…
Fucking gorgeous.
The sensation in his ass threatened to make his balls hike up and hide safely inside of him but that feeling was nothing compared to the kick-his-ass sensation of the unwavering eye-lock Megan had him trapped in.
He’d eye-fucked chicks before, it was fun foreplay, but it had never been this intensely overwhelming.
He felt like every breath he gasped, every twitch of his cock and clench of his ass was controlled by her penetrating gaze.
It was an erotic seduction that there were no words for, no way to define or explain how it was making him feel at the moment.
Malachi looked at the screen and winked at Megan, sending a silent message.
His fingers gave the plunger a solid shove, forcing the warm lube out of the syringe and into Justice’s tight ass.
Every drop, almost one half of a cup full, launched up into his pet, causing Justice to hop up on his toes and then try to step away.
Malachi held him firmly in place and kept the launcher shoved deep inside him.
It had to be a fucking tight squeeze between the plastic syringe and the lube, but Malachi felt confident his pet could take it.
“Fuck,” Justice hissed, but his eyes remained locked with Megan.
The lust plainly visible in her blue orbs kept him grounded, kept him eager to satisfy and submit.
The lube felt warm, almost hot, and he felt like he might explode, but he fucking took it because Malachi was dishing it out and Megan was watching.
He should probably feel humiliated and weak, but he felt empowered.
“Very good, pet. What happens next?” Malachi asked pleasantly as he wiggled the end of the plunger, causing an erotic whimper to escape from Justice.
“You’re going to pull it out and I can’t allow a drop to escape.”
“Correct. Now tighten up your ass as soon as you feel it slide out.” Malachi instructed as he eased the plunger almost all the way out, shoved it back in, and then eased it completely out the second time.
“Hold tight while I get the next toy.”
Justice felt sweat starting to coat his body as he fought to hold every drop inside and not to focus on how fucking full he felt.
If he started thinking about that, he had a feeling bad things were going to happen.
“Are you okay, pet? I so badly wish I were there to stroke your body and let you know how proud I am of how beautifully you are accepting your training. I would love to run the tips of my fingers down your back, feeling all those lean muscles quiver and twitch beneath my touch, and then slip that same finger between your ass globes until you wriggled and begged me to fuck you with my finger.”
“Oh, shit,” Justice hissed.
He’d never wanted to touch his cock so badly in his life.
It felt bigger, harder, and hotter than it had ever felt.
Pre come was dripping out his slit, sliding down his length, and dripping onto the floor.
He feared that any second now he was going to humiliate himself and come without anyone even laying a finger on his cock or up his ass.
Frantically he searched his mind for some sort of control but kept coming up empty.
“Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. I…I can’t…”
“Easy, pet. Don’t you dare come without permission,” Malachi warned as he returned with yet another device in his hands.
He held it up for Justice and Megan to see.
“This is a cock ring with a dildo plug attached. The cock ring fits tightly around your thick cock and balls, restricting you from being able to come, and this lovely four inch dildo is attached and fits nicely into your ass. This flange on the end will nestle tightly inside you and prohibit it from coming out until I see fit.”
Justice was still gulping in fear when he felt Malachi grab his cock and start strapping him into the cock ring, wrapping it tightly around both his cock and balls.
A woman’s touch was soft and hesitant, exploring something she was unfamiliar with but wanted to get to know better.
Malachi’s touch was firm, experienced and there was nothing hesitant about it at all.
That giant hand tugged and twisted until he had him locked into the torture device before Justice could even warn him to be careful with his dick.
Before thirty seconds had passed, his cock was in total lockdown and Malachi was already lubing up the four inch dildo and placing it at his clenched hole.
“Look at me, pet. Let me watch your face as our lover fucks you with his dildo,” Megan ordered.
Again, his eyes locked with hers.
He couldn’t deny her anything, regardless of what it cost him.
He only blinked slowly and bit his bottom lip when the dildo forced its way inside him.
He felt the flanged bubble slip past the tight ring and lock into place.
The lube had made the invasion rather easy, but now he just felt crammed full.
“I bet his pretty ass is so fucking tight,” Megan said.
“It is, baby. It’s hugging that dildo tighter than you hug my thick cock.” He slapped Justice on the ass playfully.
“Stand up, pet. One more sex toy and then you’re ready for the bench.”
When Malachi went for the next device, Justice tried to remain still, but couldn’t stop the nervous moving from foot to foot.
Although small, the dildo was the biggest he’d ever taken and, like before, his body was working to accept and enjoy the fullness.
The throbbing burn was intense but not entirely in a bad way, not entirely in a good way either, though.
Before he knew it, Malachi was back and holding up something that was really small but looked really painful.
“These are called the rings of fire nipple clamps. When I screw them into place, they will apply just enough pressure and pinching to keep your nipples aroused and itching for someone to lick away the pain.” He pinched Justice’s nipple, twisting it between two fingers until it was hard and swollen.
With that complete, he locked the clamps into place and then repeated the same action for the other one.
” When finished, he stepped back to admire his work and then tweaked both flaming nubs.
Justice was about to feel overwhelmed by how badly they hurt when Megan interrupted his pain party by saying, “Those are my absolute favorite. I’m not submissive but I fucking love it when Malachi clamps those babies onto my nipples. I feel it for hours after he takes them off.”
Well, hell.
He supposed if she could take it, then so could he.
The metal stars around his nipples looked strange against his flesh but he didn’t suppose it was strange in a bad way.
“Other than the paddle, that’s all I have for you tonight, pet. You’ve done exceptionally well and took everything I’ve asked of you. Your first night has been most impressive thus far and you’ve by far exceeded our expectations. For our finale, I’m going to strap you into what we call the extreme punishment bench. Once you’re locked in, I’m going to paddle your dildo-stuffed ass until it is a crimson shade. Red or green?"
Justice glanced around the room, wondering which one of the pieces of bondage furniture was the extreme punishment bench. He was clueless, they all looked like methods of extreme punishment to him. “Green, Sir.” His eyes lifted to the screen. “Green, Mistress.”
Malachi smiled his approval. Fuck, but the man was beautiful when he smiled, Justice thought.
He watched as Malachi drug a large, intimidating piece of bondage furniture over toward where he was standing. There were restraints virtually everywhere and places for all sorts of attachments. This baby looked fucking deadly. If he could handle this, he felt like he could rule the fucking BDSM world.
“Which way would you prefer I place it, babe? Do you want to have a clear view of his stuffed ass while I’m paddling him or do you want to watch his face display visions of agony and pleasure? The choice is yours, of course.”
Please pick my face. Please pick my face . Justice chanted the thought over and over in his head. He didn’t even need to close his eyes to get a pretty good picture of how he would look bent over and strapped onto the bench with the end of the dildo peeking out of his ass hole.
Megan tilted her head from side to side like she was studying for just the right answer. Her finger tapped her chin thoughtfully. “I’ve so enjoyed watching all those beautiful expressions on his face while you’ve played with his ass but I think I’ll enjoy watching his ass dance for your paddle as we finish for the night.”
Justice dropped his head in defeat and Malachi swung the bench around in the opposite direction than how he had originally placed it.
“First of all, climb up on the bench in a doggy position, legs spread very wide.” Malachi watched as Justice climbed onto the bench, trying to figure out where to put what once he was up there. “Bend yourself over the waist bar right here,” he pointed to where he needed to rest his stomach. “Now put your forearms and knees onto the leather padding supplied.”
Justice felt his face flaming due to the fact that Megan was most definitely being given a clear ass-shot at the moment. He clenched and felt the dildo jiggle inside of him. Fuck, she probably noticed that, too. His embarrassment continued to grow as Malachi wrapped a leather restraint around his waist and then wrapped the leather belt attached to the waist restraint around each of his upper thighs, pulling his legs even wider apart and then strapping them into place. There was no fucking way his ass could escape Megan’s gaze now. He couldn’t budge or hide, he was completely and utterly exposed. To sum it up, his cock and balls couldn’t be more exposed than they were right now. Wrist and ankle restraints were locked down and then a steel neck collar was added to hold his head firmly into place. If you looked helpless up in the dictionary, there would be a fucking picture of him, displayed just like this as a visual example.
“How many licks with the paddle for our submissive-in-training tonight, lover?” Malachi asked as he picked up the paddle and moved to stand beside his trapped boy. He could see Justice trying to move, testing the restraints, but there wasn’t any leeway for him. His hands would clench into a tight fist, give a tug on the restraint and then unclench. He was good and properly spread wide and trussed up…and his sub was hornier than fucking hell. His rapid breathing and soft whimpers told Malachi all he needed to know. The boy loved himself a good ole fashioned ass whipping, there was no denying that about him.
“How old are you, Justice?” Megan called out in a chipper voice.
Justice bit his bottom lip and tried to shake his head in dismay, but couldn’t do much in the movement arena. “Twenty-one, ma’am,” he answered in a shaky voice. Twenty-one licks with a paddle couldn’t be too bad, right? He could handle that. He was pretty certain Malachi had whacked his ass with the leather belt around twenty times last night. He could do this, he told himself.
“How old are you now, lover? Twenty-seven?” she asked Malachi sweetly.
“Yep, babe.”
“Has somebody acted like you were old at twenty-seven years, lover? Do we know of anybody that has teased you recently?”
“Oh, fuck,” Justice moaned. “It was just a joke. I know you aren’t old. I was just jerking your chain…you know, for fun.”
Malachi smiled at Megan through the screen. He loved this woman. She fucking owned his soul.
“Give him a firm twenty-seven paddles.” She winked at Malachi when she heard Justice groan again. “Make him count for us, of course.”
Malachi palmed a beautiful ass glove and then raised the paddle in the air. “Count for me, pet. If you miss a number or make a mistake, we start all over again. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The paddle whished through the air with a terrifying whistle and landed with a sharp snap against Justice’s right cheek. It immediately turned a bright red and his pet yelped out his first number. Again and again he brought the paddle down onto the tender flesh, switching from cheek to cheek but always making sure he did something to cause the dildo to move about in its tight prison. Justice counted loudly and groaned and moaned even louder. His noises turned more high-pitched around fifteen spanks and his ass desperately tried to dance around and dodge its torment but there was no escape. On about the twentieth crack against heated flesh, his beautiful sub found his subspace. His perfectly defined body, dripping with sweat and painted so prettily with paddle marks, virtually melted right in front of Malachi. The squirming stopped, the whimpers stopped, and the tears stopped. The counting obediently continued, but it appeared to be more reflexes than anything else. It was so fucking arousing to watch him hit his nirvana spot. Megan’s hand had slipped down the front of her tight leather pants and was stroking her clit as she watched. Malachi’s cock was hard enough to cut diamonds. After the final swing, he dropped the paddle and began loosening the restraints that held Justice down. He whispered words of compliments and appreciation as he massaged his pet’s limp body. As soon as all the restraints were tossed aside, he flipped the boy over and then carefully eased him down onto the bench. His cock was purple and looked like it could explode at any given moment. Under normal circumstances, he would release the cock ring and watch as his sub shoot volcanic jets of come from their release-starved cock. When their orgasm faded, he would give them their much-needed and well-earned aftercare by cleaning them up with a rag, massaging their ravaged bodies, and making sure they followed up with plenty of water and rest.
That was his normal routine. That, he found, was not his Justice routine. His gaze sought out Megan and she, knowing him more than anyone, nodded her approval as she continued to finger her soaking clit. He dropped to his knees between Justice’s legs and took his entire length, cock ring and all, into his mouth and down his throat. He was a top and he could count how many times he’d sucked cock on one hand, but this was an entirely different situation than any he had ever found himself in when participating in a playroom scene. His pet moaned the most beautiful sound and Malachi looked up to see tears sliding down his face as he watched Malachi work his dick, head bobbing up and down and sucking and licking just the way he loved someone to work his own member. His tongue slid around the engorged head, teased the slit, and then swallowed him whole again. He felt his cheeks pucker as he pulled on the most beautiful cock he’d ever seen in his life.
“Fuck, Sir. I need to…Fuck, I’ve got to…” His pet’s sexy voice sounded weak and desperate.
Justice’s head was now tossing from side to side and his lean hips were thrusting against Malachi’s mouth, wanting more. His arms and hands still lay submissively to his sides, but his body was begging for release. Malachi released the cock with a popping sound. “Ask me, pet? Ask for permission to come.”
“Please, Sir. Please let me come,” he begged.
“Make some noise for me, pet. I love to hear your sexy sounds.”
With a skill gained with years of experience, Malachi flicked the release on the cock ring and then swallowed his pet’s cock so deep he felt it slide down the back of his throat. Seconds later, Justice screamed loud enough to disturb the neighbors and possibly wake the dead and then his hot come coated Malachi’s throat. He gently massaged the balls bunched up so tightly and continued to swallow and suck until his pet had finished and collapsed in exhaustion.
He looked back at Megan and there were tears streaking down her face as she gazed at her lover, nothing but love and adoration in her beautiful eyes. Something had just happened, something deep inside of him. Fuck, but he wanted her there with them, needed her there with them. Cock, still throbbing and legs feeling like Jell-O, Malachi still managed to stand up and then scoop his pet up in his arms and cradle him. “Thank your Mistress, pet,” he ordered softly and turned Justice toward the screen.
“Thank you, Mistress,” he mumbled sleepily.
Malachi smiled because he knew if Justice were fully awake, he would be fucking pissed for Malachi to be carrying him like a baby. As it were, he was too exhausted to put forth any fight at all so he carried him over to the bed that was in the corner of the playroom, laid him in the center, and gently pulled out the dildo. Since he’d sucked every drop of come down his throat, there wasn’t any cleanup required and when Justice rolled away from him and snuggled into the pillow, Malachi knew he had time for some much-needed alone time with Megan. His pet might have come hard enough to shake the neighborhood and his fiancé might have come while she watched them play but, fuck it, he hadn’t got to come yet!