Page 29 of Come and Get Me
Marcel nodded. “A cock milking machine, Sir.”
Ty smiled and nodded. “Yes, indeed. See, Marcel, it’s rather late and I’ve been fucking pretty boys non-stop for the past thirteen hours, and really… I’m finally feeling some measure of exhaustion. That means you get to spend time with this machine. However, I think it’s best that you aren’t allowed to cum, so I’ll be holding your orgasms at bay.”
Marcel’s eyes widened as what Ty had said began to take hold. “Please don’t. Sir, I realize that I failed Tor’zel and displeased the King. It is something I will never do again, I swear. Please, have mercy,” he begged.
“Oh, I know you’ll never do it again, and you’ll have this moment in time as a reminder. If you even think about performing a Rite of Passage, and then simply discard the boy afterward, remember what you experienced here. The agony that I will put you through having the culmination of your pleasure denied for…” Ty paused, then looked at the clock on his wall. “Let’s say, ten hours. I think that should be punishment enough.” He reached down, grabbing hold of Marcel’s lovely cock.
“Please, Sir… I made a mistake, but I already told you why. I will never, I swear, never do it again. Please don’t do this… at least beat me instead,” Marcel begged.
“Why would I expel so much energy beating you when what I’m going to do is so much worse and costs me very little energy?” Ty shot back, along with a cock of his eyebrow.
“Sir, you know me, I’ve never once failed the King,” Marcel whined, continuing to press his case.
“I do know you, Marcel, which is why I’m pissed that your actions put us in this predicament. Now, shut the fuck up and accept your fate,” Ty warned.
My eyes remained glued to them the whole time, and truth be told, I wanted to suck Marcel’s beautiful dick. There was a nice curve to it that I was sure made little boys cry out in ecstasy every time he rammed his meat inside of them. Marcel’s chest heaved as Ty used his powers to force a steady flow of precum from Marcel’s cock. He then used that precum to slick up the pulsating dildo that he slid inside Marcel’s tight asshole.
“Ahhhh, fuck,” Marcel groaned in pleasure as the device grazed what I was sure was his prostate. That look of ecstasy couldn’t be mistaken for anything else.
More precum pumped from Marcel’s dick, and Ty used it to slick Marcel’s cock up with right before he attached the milking suction to it. Ty smirked. “Yeah, feels great, I know. Just imagine how much better it’s going to feel once I turn it on to the highest level.”
Marcel shook his head. “No, please… not the highest level! Sir—”
“Silence!” Ty snapped, and Marcel did as he was told.
Next, Ty walked over to another cabinet and removed a blindfold and gag. He placed both on Marcel, covering his eyes and mouth, silencing the dragon who was already moaning loudly in pleasure as the machine milked his dick for cum. This was no cheap piece of equipment, either. The ball sac was placed in a cradle that offered vibration on various settings on a scale of one to five. And the suction tube itself was made from the softest silicone and ribbed for a man’s pleasure. The suction was also on various levels that could feel like a teasing mouth to one of a hungry and thirsty dragon. The dildo lodged in Marcel’s ass sent electric pulses straight to the prostate and along the nerves of the anal wall. Guess which setting Tylendel put Marcel on?
Marcel would be in a state of distress, needing to cum like a motherfucker, but wouldn’t be able to. It was torture for any dragon. We needed that release, it was how we expelled the energy that builds within us. To be denied and for so long, I hoped Marcel could endure. If not, he would certainly be put out to pasture. Evander wanted him punished, not broken. If this did, in fact, break him, then what good would he be to our King? There was no room for weakness in the Knighthood.
Ty finished up what he was doing with Marcel, then motioned for me to follow him out of the room. I did, walking past Marcel who was thrashing, sweating, and moaning as he was consumed by pleasure. I was glad I wasn’t him. I left the dungeon and we ended up sitting on Ty’s very comfortable sofa in his living room.
“You’re taking it a bit easy on him, don’t you think?” I teased, knowing full well the punishment Marcel was being subjected to would drive me insane. I wasn’t used to being denied orgasms. I was the one in control, not the other way around.
Ty cocked an eyebrow. “Do you think so?” he asked, though he wasn’t genuinely seeking my opinion. He knew what he was doing, and he knew that I was simply fucking with him.
“I thought you would beat him and then fuck his brains out,” I stated.
Ty gave a dismissive wave of his hand. “His offense was laziness. Marcel has given many dragons their Rite of Passage, and has sent them off happy and well-trained. He hasn’t done a Rite of Passage in a year, and since then, he has found someone he’s in love with. He didn’t want to fully admit to it, probably because he’s afraid the King will make him break up with his lover, but I’m pretty sure that’s what it is. However, he can’t let that interfere with his duties to our King and our species.”
“Ahhh, interesting,” I said, nodding thoughtfully. I hadn’t really taken into consideration the pretty young dragon that Marcel had been inseparable from. As a matter of fact, it was his last Rite of Passage initiate, Roman. Now that I thought about it, he had let the dragon move in with him. Something Knights avoided, as we were the ones who performed the ritual. There were only twelve of us, so we kept busy. If we did get attached, it was best not to pull the stunt Marcel had.
“He just wanted to get it over with,” Ty said, shaking his head. “Well, enough about Marcel. Tell me about you and this new boy toy you have.”
I smiled as I thought about my treasure waiting for me at home. “Isiah is so perfect. There’s a passion within him that just makes my dick hard every time he resists.”
Ty snorted. “I’m not a fan of dick toys talking back. Their mouths are used for urinals and cum shots.”
I laughed, as Ty always had a way with words. “Oh, I don’t disagree. I have my kink, though, and I will have my way.”
Ty shrugged. “Seems like you have a plan. So, are you going to have Josef turn him, or Dante?”
“Dante. The fact that he’s got dragon blood flowing through his veins, I’m hoping it will make my little wolf immune to our venom. Can you imagine how much fucking fun I’m going to have with him if I can inject him?”
Ty smirked. “Oh, I can. It’s the only thing I regret about my own pup. My bite would kill him, so he has never felt the full amount of pleasure I could give him.”
“Speaking of your pup. You seem like you’re getting attached. Tell me, does he sleep in the bed beside you or at the foot? Or does he sleep on the floor?”
“He sleeps with my cock in his ass. If I wake up in the middle of the night or day, and need to shoot off a load, his asshole is available,” Ty said.
