Chapter 9 #2
“Yes, Sir,” Justice answered.
Already, with just the slight pain caused by the nipple clamps, he could feel his body begin to focus and calm itself.
His arousal was rampantly full-blown, painfully so, but his mind, always frantically moving from one thought to the next, was starting to soothe.
Malachi partially uncovered the silver tray resting on the table next to the exam chair.
Purposely, he used his body to block Justice’s view of what toys were going to be used on him, knowing it would drive the boy insane with greedy need.
Slowly he slid his large hands into a pair of black surgical gloves, making sure to give them an intimidating pop when they were in place.
From the corner of his eyes, he saw Justice flinch.
“Explain our first toy to our pet, Meg, darling,” he said as he retrieved the set of black baller anal beads they had selected and showed them to Justice, loving how those eyes widened as the boy’s mind studied the object, determining the where’s, how’s , and whys .
“I’d love to, baby. These are a particular favorite of mine,” she purred.
“They are called black baller anal beads…which pretty much defines where they will be going. They, after being properly lubed up of course, will be inserted one at a time into our pet’s tight ass. This particular set contains seven balls, each one three inches in diameter, and as you can see, each ball is held together with a slick, nylon rope. Fully extended, the entire toy, balls and rope included, measures an intimidating twenty-one inches of pure delight.”
The room grew deathly quiet as Justice made the mental calculations, blue eyes locked on the set of anal beads.
His eyelashes fluttered wildly before finally settling calmly.
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Good boy,” Malachi praised.
The kid made him proud every damned time.
The level of his abilities as a submissive was already equal to someone who had been deeply involved in the BDSM lifestyle for a while.
His innocence, intoxicating to a dominant, was here to add even more to his already off-the-charts allure.
He was almost too damned much…
too damned perfect.
“You’re beautiful, pet,” he praised before continuing.
“The next toy is small but very intimidating. Some men refuse to even consider urethral play, ignorantly stealing the opportunity for intense pleasure without ever giving it a chance.” His hands held up a small weirdly-shaped stainless steel contraption for his pet to view.
“Ur…urethral play? Please tell me that doesn’t mean what I think it means.” Oh how he had hoped they’d been tormenting him with empty threats.
They weren’t.
Shit.
Blue eyes wider than Malachi had ever seen them, excited fear dancing around in the depths, sent every drop of blood straight to his cock.
His leathers became painfully uncomfortable as his sub’s pheromones threatened to make him lose his usual iron-clad control.
“It means exactly what you think it means,” Malachi answered, dashing all hopes Justice might have been clinging to.
“We’ve talked about your insatiable desire to put things where they don’t belong,” Justice growled in frustration.
He couldn’t fucking believe he was considering safe-wording.
“Yea, but they say admitting you need help is the first step…and I’m nowhere near that first step.” He gauged his pet’s reactions, ready to pull the plug on the session if the boy couldn’t or wouldn’t allow himself to do it.
Some subs, especially those new to the scene, had to be monitored more closely than others.
He had to feel confident his boy would recognize his own hard limits and voice them to his Master or Mistress.
“That’s so not funny.” He knew he had a huge frown on his face as he continued to study the toy, trying to figure it out.
No matter how he looked at it…
it didn’t look pleasurable.
“How does that even work?”
Malachi smiled.
Confusion was okay.
Questions were more than okay.
Interest was even better.
“This metal circle wraps around the head of your cock, locking tightly around the base of the mushroom-shaped tip. A movable hook frame holds this 8mm stainless steel ball inside the tip of your urethra.” He’d never wasted a minute of his time explaining anything to a sub before, they either agreed or their session ended.
He wasn’t mean but didn’t tolerate fickleness or weakness.
They either played or walked.
He supposed his intolerance was one of the many reasons he’d never kept a special sub, never considered letting them into his cold heart.
Strangely enough, he wanted the boy to understand and agree…
to enjoy submitting to him.
“What do you think, pet? Are you interested in pushing your limits, to see how far you can go…how much you can take?” He, without thinking, leaned over and kissed the tip of his pet’s cock, sucking the tangy fluid leaking from the slit.
His tongue worshipped the entire head, swirling and flickering until the boy was writhing as much as his restraints would allow.
The kid was so fucking responsive.
“Have you ever tried it?” Justice asked with a frown.
That was going to fucking hurt, there was no other way around it.
Right?
Things come out, they don’t go in.
That’s exactly how it was supposed to work.
Oh yea?
Then why in the hell are you panting with excitement ?
“Of course, pet. I wouldn’t ask anything of you that I haven’t tried myself. That would be unfair.” Malachi answered honestly.
“Did you enjoy it?”
Malachi whistled through his perfectly straight and white teeth.
“I thought I was going to die for the first few intimidatingly long seconds. The fullness you feel? It’s overwhelming, like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. I loved it…once I relaxed and allowed myself to enjoy the pleasurable pain.” He shrugged.
“Some people don’t enjoy it. If you don’t, tell me and it will stop. Immediately. We don’t want you to do anything that you don’t want to do, pet.”
“Sure, okay,” he answered breathlessly.
Fuck, he didn’t know if he was terrified or excited.
It couldn’t feel good, could it?
He wanted to know.
Fuck it, but he wanted to know.
The back of the chair, where his upper body was resting, started moving, jerking a yelp of surprise out of him.
“Ahhh…what the fuck?”
“Just making your position easier for you to see when I’m inserting it into your cock,” Malachi answered matter-of-factly.
True to his word, the chair stopped moving when he was set up enough to have a perfect, unobstructed view of his dick.
“Eh…I don’t want to see it, Sir.” There was absolutely no way he could watch something being shoved in that tiny defenseless slit at the crown of his cock.
Why the hell would Malachi think he would want to watch something like that?
Like a horrible accident on the road?
One can’t just keep from looking…
“It will heighten your pleasure, pet, make you even more aware of what is happening and how it is making you feel.”
The fucker was fucking humming while he smeared lube on the 8mm stainless ball that was going to be inside of him any second now.
Sure, in reality, it was a small bead.
In his mind, it resembled a bowling ball…
and he didn’t mean the smaller girl’s kind of bowling ball either.
He heard a girlie whimper gurgle from his throat.
“I absolutely adore all those sexy sounds you make, baby doll,” Megan purred from her side of the screen.
Tonight she was dressed differently.
Her skin tight, sexier than fuck, leather pants had been exchanged for an almost ass - baring black leather skirt and a bustier that did all kinds of yumminess to her tits.
The very fact that his eyes had left the screen for more than a brief second should have been enough indication to all of them of how truly terrified he was.
Only the idea of something being fed into his cock could convince him to take his eyes off the erotic beauty on the screen.
“Well, I suspect I am about to be utterly adoring if you really feel that way, Mistress,” Justice muttered, his eyes locked on the contraption in Malachi’s hand.
Her husky laughter tickled his senses enough to make his eyes leave the scene causing him distress and travel to the screen.
He felt his cock jerk the second he looked at her.
She winked and he winked back.
While Malachi’s cold hard strength settled him, her playfulness seemed to have the same effect.
“Normally, for urethral play, I would need your cock to be soft…which clearly means Megan can’t be within a fifty mile radius or anywhere near a computer monitor,” Malachi teased.
“But since this is just a small bead and won’t be going in very deep, we shouldn’t have a problem…with your problem. Red, green, or yellow, pet?” he asked.
“Remember, there isn’t a wrong answer.”
“Gr…gr…green, Sir.” Well, shit.
Add stuttering to his list of dumbasseries.
“You don’t sound very convinced, pet. Let’s save this for another night.”
“Hell, no!” Save it for another night?
He’d never have another night of peaceful slumber with that threat hanging over his head!
Anyway…
he wanted to do it, he just didn’t want it to hurt like a mother-fucker.
“I’m good. I want this.”
Malachi watched pretty blue eyes flicker wildly and then settle down.
It was, he determined, just normal nervousness over not knowing what to expect or how painful it might be.
That was okay.
Thinking he was forcing the boy to do something he didn’t want to do…
not okay.
“Okay, here we go. Just relax for me.” His hand wrapped around a burning and swollen cock, teasing the entire length, from top to bottom before ending with a firm grasp wrapped around the base.
“Remember to keep breathing for me…deep breaths, in and out,” he reminded him.
“Watch it slide inside of you.”
He didn’t want to.
He wanted to.
Shit, he couldn’t have pulled his eyes away if his very life had depended on it.
He felt them widen as Malachi rubbed some lube onto the head of shaft, slipping a touch into the slit with his finger…
causing a hiss to sneak from Justice’s lips.
“Easy, pet, breathe for me,” Malachi coaxed as he positioned the steel ball against the snug opening.
Breathe?
His fucking heart was forgetting to beat !
He felt some pressure, nothing unbearable, just slight pressure and then the steel ball disappeared as it lodged inside of his cock.
With the attachment, it had probably slid no more than one half an inch inside of him, but God knew it felt like much more.
He knew exactly where he little ball stopped, he could feel it burning and stretching the never-before breeched channel.
Malachi’s hands continued to work, carefully but methodically, as he slipped the ring over the head and locked it into place right below the mushroomed tip.
When he had finished, he wrapped his hand around the base again and held the cock upright, all decorated and stuffed, for Megan and Justice to see.
Justice felt the first breath he had taken since Malachi had started stroking him gush out of his lungs.
“Great job with your breathing there, kiddo,” Malachi teased.
“Yea, I impress myself sometimes,” Justice muttered, his eyes still locked on the steel jewelry now decorating the outside and inside of his cock.
He had to admit, it looked pretty fucking hot…
especially if it had been on anybody except him.
Actually, since he had a few minutes to get used to the fullness feeling and he’d managed to relax his body when he started breathing again, it didn’t feel half bad.
It made everything going on down there extra sensitive, every nerve inside his cock was going insane.
He was starting to get a nice buzz from the mixture of pain and pleasure.
On top of that, he was fucking pleased with himself.
“You okay, baby doll?” Megan’s voice called through the speakers.
“You look really gorgeous. We will need to put more jewelry on you…and often.”
“Everything feeling okay, Justice,” Malachi asked.
The kid had gone from a hot blush to a puke green to a deathly white and finally back to his golden tan.
Breathing was relaxed and normal and those pretty blue eyes were standing at half mast, all dark with arousal
A small smile tugged on his full lips.
“Actually, I feel pretty damned good, Sir. It isn’t nearly as bad as what I had created in my head, feels kind of nice, real full but nice.”
“Excellent. You’re beautiful, pet, absolutely beautiful. Your desire to try new and more challenging toys and methods of submission is very intoxicating.” He stroked the silky caramel hair as he talked.
“So…now that we’ve got the easy part out of the way, are you ready to really show us what you’re made of?”
Justice’s head jerked up.
“What the fuck? That couldn’t have been the easy part.”
“Well it wasn’t the hardest part,” Megan purred.
“Well…well…ah, fuck.”
“Well said, pet.” Malachi reached for the strand of black anal balls and started generously lubing them up with a different slimy mess that hadn’t ever been used on Justice before.
“This is going to surpass anything you’ve had in your ass by several degrees. There is no way you will be able to take every bead tonight. It isn’t a challenge and I don’t want you pushing yourself to try and prove me wrong…because I’m right on this one. You tell me when you think you can’t take anymore, okay pet?”
Justice felt annoyed that Malachi didn’t think he was capable…
that he could take everything they wanted to give him.
He hadn’t backed down from one toy, game, or punishment yet.
Challenge?
Oh hell to the yea, this was a challenge.
He would show the arrogant ass just how wrong he was!
If the stupid sex company had made the strand that size, it meant you should be able to physically take it all…
and he fucking would.
“I don’t have to be a fucking mind reader to know what you’re thinking, pet. Shut it down, now,” he ordered in a deadly tone.
“Sometimes experience is better than bullheaded stubbornness. If I think for one minute you are pushing yourself past what your body is ready for, I will end this session and it will be our last one until you learn the necessity of being comfortable with your limits and admitting them to your Dom. Understood?”
“Fine,” Justice hissed.
Malachi answered the insubordinate sub with a firm smack to his stuffed cock and was rewarded with a yelp of exquisite pain.
“Fuck, Sir! Easy with that, it’s the only one I’ve got.”
Malachi couldn’t believe the sass he was taking from the kid and, even more shocking than that, was that it didn’t bother him in the least.
Megan loved him, she would never rat him out, but God help him if Dante or Travis ever heard what he was turning in to.
He’d been just plain overbearingly mean to Dante’s sub, Travis, on more than one occasion because of how mouthy the smartass was.
Hour after hour had been spent lecturing Dante on the countless mistakes he made with Travis by allowing him to have an overly active mouth.
Fuck, but he was going to have to eat all his words if they found him out.
“Are you going to behave? Are you going to red light when the time is right?” Malachi leaned in closer, his breath tickling Justice’s face.
“Are you going to properly address me going further?”
“Hell, fucking yes, Sir.”
“Smartass.”
Taking the first ball, slippery with lube, Malachi teased the puckered opening.
Justice tensed out of reflex but a second warning slap to his stiffened cock reminded him to relax his body in order to ease the penetration.
He smiled as Justice grit his teeth, but didn’t say anything.
“Ready?” he asked softly.
When Justice nodded, he slowly fed the first ball into the tight hole, pausing briefly where the ball stretched him the widest and then pushed it all the way inside.
He hungrily watched as the muscles tightened around the ball and then clenched back together as soon as the ball disappeared.
Malachi waited.
It wasn’t the largest toy he had used on his pet, but it was by far the widest…
and there were more balls left to feed inside him.
Justice’s eyes fluttered as his body accepted the penetration and tried to adapt to the fullness.
The lube he had used would soon make itself known with a burning sensation that would set his pet’s ass on fucking fire.
He couldn’t wait to see what beautiful, enticing expression his pet would make when introduced to this new method of play.
Justice forced himself to relax and as soon as he did, Malachi had pushed the bead inside of him, stretching his rim before sliding it completely inside.
He breathed a sigh of relief when the bead slid home, knowing getting it past the tight muscle ring was the hardest part His relief, however, turned out to be short-lived.
An intensely warm sensation started spreading throughout his ass…
before turning intensely fucking HOT.
“Shit! Damn, fucking shit, it’s too fucking hot! That burns. I mean really I’m-going-to-cry-like-a-girl burns! FUCK me! What the fuck, Sir?” He tugged, yanked, and cursed furiously, but not one damn thing brought him any relief.
“Shhhh. It’s okay, baby. Focus on what you’re feeling.” Megan’s sweet voice called out to him.
Frantically his eyes sought hers, knowing just looking at her would help ground him.
Well, for fuck’s sake, he wanted to punch her in the face, too.
“Ow. Ow. Ouch!” He moaned.
“That fucking hurts.” His head flung from side to side, but his eyes never left his Mistress’ face.
“That’s why you are wearing fucking gloves!” He accused.
“For fuck’s sake, are you trying to burn me alive?”
“It’s okay, pet. The burn fades after a few seconds,” Malachi murmured while trailing a mixture of kisses and bites along a muscled inner thigh.
He felt Justice’s body jerk wildly and then relax when the burn eased and then disappeared.
A soft whimpering whine tumbled from Justice’s lips.
Without touching, because his gloved hands were coated with the burning lube, Malachi checked to ensure the urethral plug was still in place and not causing any unplanned discomfort.
The plug and the burn had done nothing to diminish his pet’s arousal, cock was still rock hard and begging for release.
“Good boy,” he praised over and over.
Trapped in Megan’s gaze, Justice allowed her to ground him and start easing him toward the subspace he so desperately craved.
Feeling stronger, more confident, his eyes, heaving from enduring all the new sensations, left his Mistress and sought out his Master’s violet gaze.
The look of pride he found there caused his heart to flip-flop like a fucking girl.
No emotions!
He warned himself .
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Do you think you can continue? The fullness will increase with each bead and the burn will be there each time…will remain until it reacts with your body’s heat and cools itself.” His tongue slurped the full length of the discolored cock of his pet.
“Continue or stop? There is not a wrong answer…unless you continue when you really don’t want to.”
“Fuck.” The pain almost felt good.
He was almost there.
“Continue.” He braced for the burn, toes curling in the stirrups, fists clenching in his cuffs.
Malachi greedily watched pecs and biceps, abs and thighs, bulge and flex as they strained against their restraints, testing the bonds holding tightly.
“Don’t tense up on me, pet. That will only make it worse.” He worked a generous amount of lube onto the next bead and held it against the sweet spot that was puckered so pretty for him.
“I wish you could see how beautiful you look as your ass eats up my toy.”
Justice groaned and moaned.
“You are such a fucking asshole, Sir!”
“Relax for me, pet. Take it in.” The second ball slid inside.
Justice tensed and then wailed when the burn shot through him, wringing his ass into oblivion.
He seriously felt like Malachi had crammed a stick of dynamite straight inside of him.
He bit his bottom lip, tried to wiggle away.
Squirming didn’t help.
“F-f-fuck! Fuck that burns!”
It finally cooled and Justice felt like he was finally able to take his first breath in about two minutes.
His lungs burned, his ass burned, his cheeks burned.
He was a big burning hot fucking mess.
“Very good, pet. You look beautiful. Doesn’t he look beautiful, Meg?”
She gave a purr of female satisfaction.
“Ask for the next bead, pet? Beg me for it,” he commanded.
“Make it good and dirty and I’ll skip the burning lube on this one.”
“Please sir! Please fuck my tight ass with that bead. Cram it in me so hard I’ll remember it when I try to walk tomorrow.”
Malachi barked out a laugh.
He hadn’t expected such erotic poetry to flow from his pet’s mouth.
The third bead slid inside.
Four more to go, pet.
Have you had enough for tonight?
How are you feeling?
“Never better, Sir.”
He took a total of five beads and pouted when Malachi called an end to their session…
after paddling his ass for being disrespectful and not addressing him properly…
and it was just as he had expected, having his ass whipped while both it and his cock were stuffed full was just plain amazing.
The chair wasn’t so bad.
The swing he had threatened him with at the end of their session?
He didn’t think so…