Page 80 of Body and Soul

He gave a small nod of understanding, keeping his mouth open wide as I fed my cock back into that welcoming heat. I sighed in contentment once I was fully sheathed, his nosepressed to my pelvis. I could feel his throat fluttering around the head of my cock as he struggled not to gag.

“Your mouth feels so good. You were made to be my cock warmer, weren't you, boy?”

Eli made a small sound of assent in his throat, the vibrations making my sensitive cock twitch. His eyes fluttered shut in bliss as he focused on simply holding me in his mouth. The tension and anxiety bled out of him, his body going lax between my thighs as he surrendered himself fully to my control.

This was a special kind of subspace he was sinking into now - something more innocent and pure. The lines of pain and weariness on his youthful face smoothed out, making him look younger, almost cherubic in his tranquility.

I drew my hands through his hair. “You may suck if you need to now, boy.”

With my cock acting as a pacifier, he nursed contentedly, his tongue sliding over the thick vein on the underside.

I petted his hair tenderly, marveling at the level of trust and vulnerability he was displaying. So eager to please, to be good for me. I knew I would need to be careful with this one - his submission was a precious gift, one I would guard and treasure.

Keeping one hand cupped around the back of his head to hold him in place, I reached for the TV remote with the other. I switched it on and flipped through the channels until I landed on a mindless sitcom rerun. The bright colors and canned laughter filled the room, but Eli didn't stir from his position. He was lost to the outside world, his entire existence narrowed down to my cock in his mouth and my hand in his hair.

I left Eli like that for a long while, nursing on my cock as I watched TV and ran my fingers through his hair. There was something deeply satisfying about using him this way, reducing him to little more than a warm, wet hole for my pleasure. He'dslipped into an almost trance-like state, so peaceful and trusting, his mind blissfully blank as he floated in subspace.

As the shadows outside lengthened and the afternoon wore on, I felt Eli start to go slack against me, his suckling becoming slower and drowsier. Sleep was tugging at him, trying to pull him under, but I wasn't ready to let him rest yet. We still had more training to do today.

I regretfully eased my soft cock out of Eli's slack mouth, his lips making a soft pop as I withdrew. He blinked up at me blearily, not fully coherent yet. I smiled fondly down at him, brushing my thumb over his swollen bottom lip.

But as much as I enjoyed seeing him like this, we had a schedule to keep, and his training had barely begun. With a wicked grin, I picked up the small remote that controlled the vibrating plug nestled snugly in his ass and clicked it on to a medium setting.

Eli jolted against me with a sharp gasp, his blue eyes flying wide open as the toy came to life inside him. “S-sir!”

“Awake now, boy?” I chuckled, turning the plug up another notch and relishing his responsive full-body shudder.

“Yes Sir,” Eli panted, shifting his hips in a futile attempt to escape the relentless stimulation. But there was no escaping the powerful toy. I had chosen this particular model for its intensity and the fact that it pressed mercilessly against his prostate.

His cock was already hardening again. I watched in sadistic amusement as it bobbed and twitched with each pulse of the vibrator, pre-cum drooling steadily from the tip. Eli whined and writhed, caught between the intense pleasure of the prostate stimulation and the aching frustration of being denied any friction on his weeping erection.

“Please Sir, it's too much,” he whined, his hands fisting against his thighs to keep from touching himself. “I can't take it...”

“You can and you will, or you’ll use your safe word. Those are your only options,” I replied sternly, giving a sharp tug to his hair. “This is your training, boy. Learning to endure prolonged stimulation and denial. Building up your stamina and self-control.”

I clicked the remote again and Eli nearly screamed as the plug jumped to its highest setting, the buzz of the vibrations now audible over his ragged breathing. His whole body quaked and trembled, a sheen of sweat breaking out across his brow.

“Breathe through it,” I coached, rubbing his shoulder soothingly even as I tortured him with pleasure. “Focus on the sensation, but separate it from the need to come. You don't need to ejaculate, boy. You can let the energy flow through you, feel the euphoria without the release.”

Eli squeezed his eyes shut and tried to even out his breathing, his brow furrowed in concentration. I continued murmuring encouragements, guiding him into a meditative headspace even as his body shook with pent up tension.

Minutes that felt like hours ticked by as I guided Eli through the overwhelming sensations racking his lithe body. His cock was an angry red now, dribbling steadily onto the hardwood floor between my feet. The urge to orgasm must have been unbearable, but still, he resisted, his willpower bolstered by my calm, encouraging words.

“You're doing so well,” I praised, massaging his trembling thighs. “Surrendering to the pleasure, letting it flow through you without breaking. I'm so proud of you, Eli.”

A broken sob escaped his throat at my words, a single tear escaping from beneath his lashes to track down his cheek. “Th-thank you, Sir,” he managed to gasp out, his voice ragged. “I want...to be good...for you.”

“And you are, sweet boy,” I reassured him, my own prideful dominance swelling in my chest. Not many submissives,especially ones so new, could withstand this level of teasing and denial. Eli was exceeding all my expectations with his resilience.

Clicking the remote, I allowed the vibrations to continue at that intense, mind-melting pace for another minute before gradually easing off the speed. Eli shuddered and whined as the stimulation lessened to a more manageable level, his body going slack with relief.

“Shhh, I know. You took that so well,” I said, petting his head. “You’ve earned another reward, I think. What would you like, sweet boy? Anything except an orgasm.”

He groaned and leaned into my touch. Eli took a few shuddering breaths, trying to collect himself enough to form words. “Please Sir, may I... may I taste you again?” he asked meekly, peering up at me with hopeful, lust-glazed eyes.

I smiled down at him indulgently, touched by his sweetness even in the midst of such torment. “Of course you may. I did say anything, didn't I?”

I spread my legs wider in clear invitation. Eli wasted no time shuffling forward on his knees and burying his face in my groin. He nuzzled against my clothed erection, breathing in the musky scent of my arousal before mouthing wetly at my straining fly.

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