“Not even in the shower?” he asked with a smile.
“No. I’ll put oil on it so it’s protected, and I’ll dry it first thing whenever I get out. I’ll take care of it and make sure it never gets damaged, and I won’t ever take it off.”
Austin didn’t say a word. He just looked at me with the most loving eyes I’d ever seen. Then he raised one eyebrow and smiled. “Very well. Let’s get started. I’d like you to take each of the items off of this table and into the kitchen. One at a time.”
I didn’t hesitate for a moment. I immediately picked up my plate and turned to carry it into the kitchen.
“I almost forgot,” Austin said. I stopped and turned back toward him, watching as he pulled something from his jacket pocket. My eyes grew wide when I saw what it was. A very large butt plug. He gazed into my eyes with a smirk on his face as he coated the plug with lube, then turned me so I was facing the table and ordered me to bend over.
My mouth fell open when I felt my asshole stretch wide and the plug fill me up, but I didn’t make a sound. I waited as he groped my ass cheeks, then gave them both a smack. I stood when I felt his hand on my shoulder.
I could feel his eyes following my naked body as I walked back and forth through the swinging door. The plug inside my ass was uncomfortable, but it made me stay incredibly hard. With each step I took in and out of the kitchen my hard cock bobbed up and down in front of me. I didn’t dare look up at him, but I could imagine the satisfied smile on his face. And knowing that I was pleasing Austin, and that the only thing I was wearing was his collar, was enough to put a lilt in my step.
It wasn’t until I reached for a pile of silverware that Austin spoke again. “Shane,” he said with a warning tone. “One at a time.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” I reached to pick up a fork, but was interrupted by the sound of Austin clearing his throat.
“Since you forgot your order, I’m going to have to punish you. I’d like you to carry each piece of silverware into the kitchen in between your teeth while you crawl on your hands and knees.”
I swallowed hard, but I didn’t let Austin see my surprise. I’d never had a punishment that was quite so elaborate. I had served as his end table before—when I accidentally came without his permission, and as his footstool—where I crouched on all fours in front of his favorite chair—but I’d never been asked to crawl like this. It was humiliating, and incredibly hot. Especially when I felt my ass in the air and the plug rubbing against my prostate with each of my movements.
By the time I was done clearing the table my knees were incredibly sore. The floors were hardwood, and the kitchen was tile, and I had been crawling back and forth for at least ten minutes.
When I saw that my job was done I stood up and waited for my next orders with my eyes to the floor.
“Get up on the table,” Austin said. “I want to be able to see you from every angle.”
Chapter 12
Austin
I watched as Shane used a chair to crawl up on top of the dining room table. I moved the chair out of the way and stood directly behind him. I moved my hands over his plump ass cheeks and caressed them for a long moment, relishing the way his back arched slightly and his ass pressed into the air. His body was spectacular, but what could I say, I was an ass man. I loved the firm, round globes. I loved to touch them, and grab them, and watch them jiggle after I spanked them.
I wasn’t particularly interested in inflicting pain on a sub. I knew that sort of thing could be an integral part of some D/s play, but flogging and whipping wasn’t something I engaged in unless it was a specific request of the sub.
Spanking was another thing altogether, though. I enjoyed the feel of a soft ass cheek under my hand, as well as the movement and redness that came after each slap. But what I really loved was the emotional reaction Shane had to being spanked. Humiliation was one of his main kinks, and being put on display and punished like a naughty boy caused a reaction in him like nothing else.
I brought my hand down hard on one of his cheeks, then stepped to the side of the table to see his reaction. And just as I had predicted, his face had turned bright pink and his cock was quivering as it brushed against his round belly.
I stepped back behind Shane and reached in between his thighs, gripping his hard cock and his balls. I enjoyed seeing him squirm with excitement, but without any way to relieve himself. There was something about knowing Shane was my property and had given away his control to me willingly that excited me in ways I couldn’t express. He could have stood up and left the room at any moment, but he never did. No matter how hard he became, or how desperate he was to come, he never touched his cock without my permission.
Of course there were times when he was alone and could do as he pleased. But when he was with me he had no choice but to follow my orders. It was one of our hard and fast rules, an understanding between the two of us. He was not allowed to touch himself unless I gave him direct orders.
That meant he could be hard for hours without any relief. But when he did come, and I always made sure that happened, it was always quite an event, with streams shooting up into the air, sometimes hitting him in his own face or reaching halfway across the room.
I unzipped my pants and took out my cock and stroked myself as I continued to play with Shane. I loved to admire not just his body, but his ability to stay in one position for a surprisingly long time. I knew his knees were sore from the previous task I had given him, but I wasn’t done torturing him yet.
“Crawl to the end of the table and come back to the same position.”
I sat down in the chair at one end of the long dining room table and watched as Shane did as I had instructed. When he returned he obediently turned his body around so his ass was directly in front of my face. I saw his hard cock bobbing up and down between his legs and his arousal dripping down his thighs. I knew how badly he wanted me inside him, but I needed more. “Again,” I said, stroking my cock.
He did as he was told five times in a row, and on that fifth time I stood up and gripped his ass cheeks again. I pushed him down so his ass was on the table in between his feet, then I pulled out the plug. His body flinched, but he didn’t make a sound. I watched as his gaping asshole slowly closed, then opened it right back up again with the head of my cock.
I watched as my thick member disappeared inside Shane, each of my thrust’s causing him to moan and squeal. He knew better than to let himself come too soon. When he did, I always punished him, but it was pretty much for show because I knew his humiliation was the ultimate punishment. And the ultimate reward.
It didn’t take long for me to come inside that tight little asshole, not when I knew just how badly my omega needed to finish. And when I pulled out, the evidence of my orgasm came right out with me. I watched as my come dripped down Shane’s balls and onto the tablecloth.
“Again,” I ordered.
Shane immediately rose up on all fours and crawled all the way to the end of the table. I watched as he turned and made his way back, and when his face was directly in front of me I took his chin in my hand. I ran my thumb along his full lips, inserting it inside his mouth and watched as he obediently sucked it in and swirled his tongue around.
“Lie down on your back.”
Shane did exactly as I told him, his painfully hard cock sticking straight up in the air as he lowered his body onto the table. When he was on his back all that was visible was the head of his cock. The rest was obscured by his sexy, round belly. A very nice perk of pregnancy, aside from how visually pleasing it was to see evidence of my baby inside my omega, was it made Shane insatiably horny. And hadn’t I vowed to do everything in my power to keep my omega happy?
“Open your mouth.”
As per my daily instructions, Shane always kept himself clean. He had a bathroom schedule, and after everything was taken care of, Shane did an enema and took a shower, assuring that there would be no unfortunate incidents. But even though he was technically clean, goin
g from ass to mouth was always a bit of a risk. And for Shane it always made him feel incredibly dirty.
This was one of the things we had discussed explicitly in our contract. As hard as it was for him to admit, Shane liked to feel like a nasty, dirty boy. He liked to be bad, even when he was doing every single thing I asked, and was doing it all perfectly. I think that was one of the draws for him to the men’s room hookups. It his mind, it was only a depraved person who would meet a stranger in a men’s room, or another public place, almost every weekend for an entire year. That was part of the excitement for him, knowing he was a bad boy—that he was acting irresponsibly.
But this was even better. Getting fucked in the ass, then having my come-covered cock plunged into his mouth, he fucking loved how dirty it made him feel. And who was I to deny him his sick fantasies. That’s what this was all about, after all. Our relationship was a place where we could come together without judgment and give each other what no one else would, or could.
I watched as the head of my limp cock crossed the threshold of Shane’s perfect, pink lips. Immediately it was sucked into his mouth, his tongue swirling around and around, licking me clean. I could feel myself growing hard again as Shane created suction in his mouth, pulling me further and further in, and down his throat.
I loved watching my cock grow thicker in between Shane’s lips. There was something about knowing he was making this happen. That he had no choice, but that he also would never say no because he wanted it so badly. His fantasy of being forced to be bad, then humiliated and punished because of his desires, worked perfectly with my fantasy of being obeyed under any circumstances. That’s why Shane and I fit together so perfectly. We understood each other completely.
I pumped myself in and out of Shane’s mouth and down his throat, feeling myself get closer and closer to the edge. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, and I wanted to make sure my hard cock was in Shane’s mouth when he came. He said it always made him come harder.
“Make yourself come,” I ordered. “Now!” Immediately Shane moved his hand down to his hard cock. From where I was standing I could see over his belly, and I could tell with each passing day it was getting harder for him to reach that far. But he did exactly as he was told. Not only because of what I said, though. I was sure after everything tonight, the collaring ceremony, and the tasks he’d performed while filled with a plug, had kept him on the edge of an orgasm all night.
So when I saw his hand pick up the pace I did the same. I had intended to train Shane to take my cock all the way down his throat without gagging, but because of his love of men’s room blow jobs he didn’t really require much training at all. I had no interest in gagging or anything of that nature. I liked to see Shane in discomfort to a degree, but watching my slave gag on my cock was not something I enjoyed in the slightest. Although, if it was something Shane wanted I would do my best to comply with his wishes. In the end, what I wanted more than anything was to make my omega happy.
Even though I knew Shane was about to come, when it happened it was still a bit of a surprise. The first stream shot up in the air and landed right on Shane’s lips, dripping down onto my cock, and that’s when I lost it. As stream after stream shot out of him and up into the air, landing on various parts of his body, I let loose my own flood of come down his throat.
By the time we were both finished I don’t think either one of us had the strength to stand up straight. But I gathered the energy to get my perfect, pregnant omega up to bed. I picked Shane up off the table and carried him up the stairs, then collapsed with him into bed. Then I watched him fall asleep with the sweetest smile on his face.
Chapter 13
Shane
After the night of my collaring ceremony things changed a bit. Austin didn’t seem to want to punish me as severely and he was way more gentle during sex.
Up until that point there would be the occasional spanking mixed in with any discipline Austin felt I needed. But since that evening, there were no spankings and most of my punishments—being used as a piece of furniture, kept in a cage for hours on end, or instructed to crawl across the floor to retrieve an item—had faded into the background.
I asked him one night if he was tired of me, or was bored with punishing me, and he laughed out loud. “I’ll never grow tired of you or of spanking that little ass of yours, I promise you that. I just think we need to be a bit more careful, just until the baby is born.”
But being careful didn’t mean Austin didn’t punish me at all. He was a master at tweaking things to fit the moment perfectly. Now that I was coming up on my due date and had a hard time getting around the house, and an even harder time reaching around my huge belly to touch my cock, his favorite way to torture me was to keep me hard, watch me squirm, and tease my cock until I could barely take it anymore. I couldn’t reach my cock so I couldn’t do anything about it, even when I was alone. Austin had me wrapped around his finger if I wanted any kind of release at all, and he loved it.
My due date was a week away and we had fallen into a pattern. One that managed to give us both exactly what we wanted. After dinner we would go to Austin’s study where a fire was already roaring in the fireplace. It was December and we kept a fire going throughout the day and evening to keep that room cozy. Especially because of what Austin required me to do. He would order me to remove my clothes, then he’d have me sit down on a chair nearby. He liked that power dynamic of my pregnant body completely exposed to him while he stayed dressed in a suit.
He would usually put something inside my asshole, a plug or a vibrator that would make sure I stayed hard. We would sit there like that for hours while he read or graded papers. Every once in a while he would come over and play with my cock. I could never see what he was doing because my huge belly was in the way. Sometimes he was gentle, tugging on my balls and skimming his hand up and down the tight skin of my shaft.
Then other times he would use his mouth, licking and teasing every inch until I was about to explode. As soon as he felt my body tense up and knew I was about to come he would immediately stand up and go back to his desk, leaving me hard and aching for his touch.
And while he tortured me like this he would use my mouth multiple times throughout the evening, which also kept me incredibly hard and desperate for his attention. Then, just before it was time to go upstairs and go to bed, Sir would give me what I had been hoping for all night. He would actually get down on his knees in front of the chair where I sat with my legs spread and my cock sticking straight up in the air. He would always take me deeply down his throat, sometimes even fitting my balls in his mouth as well, and he would suck on me until my body convulsed and I came.
So far, tonight was no exception. Sir had inserted a vibrator in my asshole earlier and it was pulsating right up against my prostate. There were moments when I thought I might even come without being touched at all, the vibrations were so strong. And as if Austin could read my mind he looked up from his book with the sternness in his eyes that always made my body melt.
“You don’t come until I tell you to. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, my heart sinking a little bit into my stomach. Usually I could follow his commands to the letter, I craved that sort of structure and discipline, but there was also that side of me that liked to be bad, and wanted to be punished. Tonight I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to keep myself under control, or if I even wanted to. I had gotten so incredibly horny the last few weeks of my pregnancy, and all I thought about all day long was this very moment when I was with Austin and he would make me come.
I had to breathe deeply and relax my muscles in order to follow my instructions. And Sir seemed to know how much trouble I was having. He came over to where I was sitting to torment me almost twice as much this evening as he had on other nights. He had an almost gleeful look in his eyes as he knelt in front of me, caressing and toying with my cock and balls and edging me until I felt like I was losing my mind.
It
was the final time he came over to my chair when he stuck the head of his cock in between my lips that I failed. Sir was standing to one side of my outstretched legs and had my head turned toward him. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed his cock in to my mouth, his eyes moving up and down my naked body.
There was something about the way he looked at me and how incredibly sexy the evening stubble across his jaw line looked. Then, when he gripped a handful of my hair and stared into my eyes I knew there was no way I was going to be able to hold back.
I moaned, trying to say something—apologize or warn him—as I felt my body shudder and the warmth of some of my come landing on my belly. My entire body convulsed from the powerful orgasm and I shut my eyes. When I opened them again I was afraid that I would see disappointment in Austin’s eyes, but that wasn’t the case at all.
I watched as a smile spread across his face and immediately felt him release a river of come down my throat. I thought he would be angry that I hadn’t been able to control myself, but he actually seemed happy. And as my body went limp and my eyes closed, I felt myself drift in the post orgasm bliss, and the image of Austin smiling as he came down my throat.
When I felt Austin’s hands on my belly I opened my eyes. When I looked down I was shocked to see him on his knees in front of me, licking the come off of my pregnant belly. All the time that Austin had been my teacher, my mentor, and my master I had always been in awe of him. He was everything I’d wanted, and a thousand times more. I was amazed by how commanding he was, but also how kind and gentle. He was intelligent and emotionally mature beyond any man I’d ever known. I didn’t understand how one person could be so many things that I wanted and needed, and I worshipped the ground he walked on.
But there he was, on his knees in front of me like he was my servant. I didn’t feel worthy of this kind of attention, and as I watched him I felt a tear fall down one cheek.
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