Page 28 of Justice For Me

“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 andinsideof 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.”

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