Page 39 of Slayer

I lube my finger before rubbing against his entrance. My other hand coats the small plug ready. He stiffens at my touch, whimpering at the intrusion, his cock displaying just how much he likes this already. Sweeping the plug in a circle motion around his hole encourages him to relax and the probe slips inside. I need to savour moments like this when his whole body shudders at the intrusion.

“Are we done?” he groans impatiently.

I know he's had a long and trying day, but pretty boys don't talk to their masters like that, so I give his backside a swat.

“Let's see how quickly you learn.”

“Learn what? I don't understand the question.”

I swat his backside again and he rolls away from me.

“You really want those hands behind your back,” I can't help doubting him.

“No. Please. I'm letting you do this… this… stuff. I just… I don't understand.”

Who can refuse such begging from their boy?

“Talking out of turn,” I enlighten him.

“I'm not allowed to talk?” He sounds genuinely surprised by this part of our arrangement.

“It's why you've been gagged for ninety percent of your time here. It's just a little harder to do over dinner.”

He nods reluctantly, understanding the situation a little better. I can make him do anything I want, the amount of force I need is down to him. How much force does he want?

“Sorry, Sir.” He mutters his words quickly, and then returns to the original position on the bed.

“You are a good boy.” I praise him, forgiveness is instant, otherwise there would be no incentive for him to return to his place. “Please sit.”

He does, leaning back with his cock on show like he's already resigned to his situation.

“What a good boy.” But his half hard cock isn't going in the cage I've chosen for him. I give his length a few strokes, which he pretends not to like. Then I grab his balls, which he really doesn't like. But he must really want that pie because he doesn't move. Crushed nuts are a quick acting and reliable way to deflate a boy's cock down to the size of my cage. Before he's even finished squirming, I've got him locked away safely.

“There.”

He just looks at me, unsure if he can give a response. He could if he wanted, but as it isn't necessary, I say nothing and stand up. He does nothing, patiently waiting like the good boy he wants to be.

“Come,” I instruct. He gets up and walks to me. One day, he'll know to crawl in these situations, today I just praise his obedience. “Hands.”

He offers me his hands, and I rub my fingers across the leather straps encasing his wrists.

“You have been an incredibly good boy, and I am very pleased with you. I don't think I need to restrain you further.”

He frowns and nods sheepishly.

“You may thank me.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

twenty-seven

Porter

I'veneverbeenscaredto do anything in my life before. I am fearless, and always first to try something.

I was fearless.

Now I am scared to walk out of the room.

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