by Piper Scott
“Then I need you to stay still and trust me,” Marcus said. He let his hand drop and took a step away from Lucian, driving distance between them. “I need you to remember that I will never hurt what is mine.”
Marcus never explained himself to the submissives he bedded. The heated sessions he was used to moved too quickly for discussion, and the men he’d brought home were more concerned with the ache in their balls than they were the implications behind the acts Marcus did.
Not Lucian.
Marcus’ disinterest in the lifestyle hadn’t been brought about because he was tired of it, and he realized that more plainly than ever now that Lucian stood dewy-eyed in his bedroom. The root of Marcus’ apathy had been his partners. All it took was the right man for everything to feel fresh again.
“Every freedom of yours that I take away, I take into myself.” Marcus kept his voice above a whisper, but still low enough that the statements were intimate. As he spoke, he opened the bottom drawer of his dresser, eying Lucian from his lowered position. “When I limit you, I take the responsibility of your care onto my shoulders. Everything I do, I do to set you free of the limits you’ve imposed upon yourself.”
From the drawer, Marcus freed one of several toys. With it in hand, he returned to Lucian’s side, introducing the leather to his hands. Marcus took good care of his wearables. The leather was softened from years of conditioning, but still sturdy enough to endure the task it was designed for. The rich black finish was unfaded, carefully stored away from light. There were no cracks or strains. Even the silver loops secured in the fabric were polished until they shone.
“What is it, Master?” Lucian dared ask.
Marcus had not asked for his silence, so he did not punish him for speaking out of turn. Instead, he opened the first of the leather pieces and slid it over Lucian’s palm, securing it around his wrists. The strap pulled tight, then was threaded through a belt buckle and secured. His eyes met Lucian’s, and he watched Lucian stare in wonder at the cuff on his hand before he looked Marcus’ way.
“These are suspension cuffs, fledgling.” Marcus slid the second of the two cuffs across Lucian’s free hand, securing it in much the same way he had the first. “They’re yours to keep. They suit you so well.”
Marcus surveyed his work, enjoying the way the leather contrasted Lucian’s pale skin. He ran his fingers along Lucian’s new jewelry, up along the cuff to the riveted flap by Lucian’s palms. Thick, stainless steel rings were secured in place at their ends, gleaming.
“Tonight they’re not going to be used how I best like to use them, but I have hopes that one day we might play together somewhere I can fix that.” Marcus caressed Lucian’s cheek, and Lucian nuzzled into his hand. “Get on the bed now. You know how I like to see you, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master.”
Lucian took a small step back, but he hesitated before he turned. Wonder glimmered in his eyes, partnered with rapidly building trust. Lucian was still uncertain, but he was investing his faith where it belonged.
In Marcus.
Marcus watched as Lucian climbed onto his bed on his knees. The modest globes of his ass gave way to the cleft between his cheeks. Hanging balls swung, hairless. Marcus hadn’t noticed before the attention Lucian invested in grooming his body, but he noticed it now. Lucian hadn’t only come back for him—he’d prepared his body for his Master’s pleasure.
Lucian kept his ass in the air, his thighs apart so his cheeks spread naturally. As he presented himself, he lowered his torso to the bed, his arms looped beneath his head for support. For a while, Marcus allowed himself to watch. He drank in the sight of Lucian’s slender thighs and the shape of his ass, the dip of his spine and the lift of his shoulder blades. Lucian was a work of art, but Marcus wanted to sculpt him further.
From the bottom drawer he selected a collapsed metal bar. With practiced ease, Marcus slotted the bar back into place, elongating it. The click of metal snapping together flooded the quiet bedroom, and Marcus watched the bed to see if Lucian would look to see what was happening.
He didn’t.
Marcus smiled.
“You’ve done such a good job, fledgling.” Marcus approached the bedside, the metal bar braced in his hand. Four cuffs hung from it in even intervals, two hanging from either end, padded, but sturdy, and two in the center, simple metal loops. “I need you to do one more thing for me. I need to take something away from you. Can you help me?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Then here’s what I need you to do.” Marcus set the metal bar on Lucian’s heels. The metal had chilled Marcus’ palms, and he wasn’t surprised to see Lucian shiver. “The bar I placed on you… I want you to reach for it with your hands.”
Lucian rose up only enough to free his hands from beneath his head. He reached between his legs to grasp the bar, but before he could, Marcus fitted the two center cuffs to the stainless steel loops bound to Lucian’s palms. Lucian gasped and jerked at his hands, but the bar caught against his thighs and refused to let him go.
“Shh.” Marcus soothed a hand down Lucian’s back. “You’re fine, fledgling. I’m not going to hurt you. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
Lucian slumped forward, pacified, and Marcus directed the bar back down so it rested on his heels. For a while, Marcus devoted his time to rubbing Lucian’s skin, gliding his fingers over the tendons and stroking his ankles. He waited until he was sure Lucian was used to having his calves touched before he opened the first of the remaining cuffs and fitted it to Lucian’s ankle. The cuff clicked as it closed, locking.
“Spread your legs a little farther,” Marcus encouraged. Lucian obeyed, his knees spreading to part his thighs. When he’d moved into the correct position, Marcus fitted the final cuff in place.
Lucian was bound.
The bar kept his legs spread, preventing him from hiding his body. The handcuffs secured his hands in place, assuring that he wouldn’t be able to use them. All that remained of Lucian’s agency was the ass he kept lifted into the air, and even that wasn’t entirely his own free will—the spreader bar had locked him into position, necessitating he keep himself presented for Marcus.
“You’re so gorgeous,” Marcus murmured. He traced a hand down the back of Lucian’s thigh, his own arousal swelling to near dangerous levels. “You’ve been so good for me. So good.”
Lucian said nothing, but his body spoke for him. Another frisson worked its way down his spine, burying itself in the small of his back. Omega blended with Marcus’ alpha scent, mingling with it in a way that made Marcus wonder why he’d ever bothered with another partner. Lucian was the one for him. To think otherwise was ignorance.
“Tonight, all I want you to worry about is the way I make you feel,” Marcus instructed. “I need you to be selfish.”
“Yes, Master,” Lucian replied, hoarse from his arousal. “I’ll be selfish.”
“Good boy.” Marcus undid his buttons, then cast his shirt aside. He disposed of the rest of his clothing as he found the last few items he needed tonight—a condom, a bottle of lube, and a clear cock sleeve with a locking base.
With his omega face down and ass up, Marcus applied lube to the inside of the sleeve, then fitted it to Lucian’s cock. Lucian gasped and lifted his head as the silicone worked its way down his shaft, but Marcus pushed his head back amongst the pillows and held it there.
“I will collar you and clip you to the bedpost if you don’t behave, fledgling.” Marcus spoke with authority, letting the severity of his voice serve as punishment. “I don’t want to do it, but you have to listen. I won’t have you disobey me, do you understand?”
Lucian keened, lifting his ass a little higher as if his arousal was indicative of a proper response.
“You will answer me with words,” Marcus uttered, keeping his hand in place. “You will respect me.”
The reply was little more than a squeak. “Yes, Master.”
“Fitted to your cock is a sleeve.” Marcus stroked it a
few times, letting it slide back and forth. The textured silicone inside was designed for pleasure, and Marcus knew that it was caressing Lucian’s cock like a thousand tiny tongues at once. “I want you to get to know it, fledgling. I want you to appreciate the way it feels. Do you like how it squeezes you like that? How it stimulates you?”
“Yes.” Lucian’s voice broke, and he burrowed his head tighter against the pillow. “Master.”
Back and forth. Back and forth. Marcus supervised Lucian’s progress, gauging his arousal. When he was left trembling, his body tightening as it braced for orgasm, Marcus stopped his hand and affixed the sleeve so it engulfed Lucian’s cock in full. Tightened around his base, it wouldn’t move.
“There’s something about the sleeve you don’t know yet.” Marcus couldn’t help his grin. The tension in Lucian’s body did not disappear. “But you’re not ready to know what it is just yet. You’re going to have to wait to find out.”
A moan, singular and pleading, was muffled by the pillows. Lucian had already started to loosen the tethers that kept him in check, and as he let them go, Marcus saw him devolve. Pretenses were shelved. Expectations were forgotten. To Lucian, all that mattered was the stimuli he received—pleasure and pain—and how they affected his body.
Marcus took his place between Lucian’s legs, careful of the bar that bound his ankles and wrists. He ran his hands over Lucian’s cheeks, spreading them to expose the tight ring at their center. Then, slowly, Marcus lowered himself down. He kissed the inside of Lucian’s thigh just once, then sucked one of Lucian’s smooth balls into his mouth. Lucian howled with pleasure as Marcus sucked him, letting his tongue prod and caress while his mouth exerted pressure meant to drive Lucian wild. Lucian’s rigid cock bobbed just beyond Marcus’ nose, weighed down by the sleeve wrapped around it.
Tonight, when Lucian could take no more, Marcus wanted to see how full the clear receptacle at the end of the sleeve would be.
He wanted more than anything for his omega to fill it so full that his seed submerged the tip of his cock.
Marcus released Lucian, but only momentarily. He sucked Lucian’s other ball into his mouth, paying it just as much respect as he had the first. Lucian’s arms shook, and from the corner of his eye, Marcus saw his fingers curl. There was nothing Lucian could do but accept the pleasure thrust onto him.
Marcus closed his eyes, attuning himself to Lucian’s body. He sucked and kissed and licked, pushing Lucian closer and closer to orgasm. A string of moans, quiet enough that Marcus almost didn’t hear them, spilled from Lucian’s lips to be absorbed by the pillows. Those moans grew bolder, until with a sudden lurch, Lucian’s body rocked forward as best it could when bound to the spreader bar. The balls Marcus played with drew up, ridding themselves of the seed they’d produced.
Lucian came for him, moaning into the pillows. When he was done, Marcus drew back. He ran an arm across his lips and looked down at the boy quivering beneath him.
Gorgeous.
“You’re not done yet, fledgling,” Marcus said. He reached around, finding the sleeve, and flicked a slider switch located on a bulge at the locking base.
It was time Lucian learned what a Dom dedicated to his sub’s pleasure could do.
24
Lucian
Every tiny, textured bump inside the cock sleeve came to life at once, trembling against Lucian’s shaft and caressing the sensitive area beneath the head of his cock. Pleasure tore through him, and Lucian cried out in unabashed ecstasy and fought against the bar binding his body to thrust into the sleeve.
It was vibrating.
No matter how he struggled, he couldn’t move his hips in the way he needed to. With his arms stretched out beneath him and his legs pinned in place, he was helpless.
There was nothing he could do about his overwhelming desire to buck into the hole now vibrating around his cock. All he could do was endure.
“Shh,” Marcus told him, smoothing a hand down Lucian’s back as Lucian writhed and panted. “I know, it feels good, doesn’t it? It feels so good you never want it to stop.”
He didn’t. He’d just come, but his cock was harder than ever. It urged him to grasp the sleeve and breed it until his balls were too sore to keep shooting.
“I need to fuck it.” Lucian had turned his head to the side, his mouth no longer restricted by the pillows he’d been pushed into. “I need to fuck it so bad. M-Master, please let me. Please.”
“What belongs to me will not beg,” Marcus said. A lubricated finger met Lucian’s hole as Lucian twisted and tried in vain to thrust into the toy. He groaned and pushed back against it, eager to feel his prostate squeezed from the inside while the toy milked him. “What belongs to me will never beg.”
Lust fogged Lucian’s brain, clouding his thoughts and reducing him to a creature of basic emotion. Frustration racked him, clenching his throat and tightening his jaw. Like a wild animal, he shook his head against the mattress, driven out of his mind by his impulses.
Frustration bled into helplessness the longer he struggled. Marcus’ finger did not stop rimming. He needed to breed just as badly as he needed to be bred, but he was able to facilitate neither. Trapped between two possibilities, but able to act on neither, Lucian felt himself start to shut down. Tears streamed down his cheeks.
He wasn’t in control of himself. He wasn’t in control of anything.
“I’m sorry,” Lucian sobbed. His whole body shook as he tried to buck forward. “I’m so sorry. I need to come. I need it.”
“You need nothing.” Marcus’ finger continued to toy, intermittently putting just enough pressure to make Lucian think he would be filled, but never following through. “All you need is me. I am your pleasure. I am your will. I am your Master.”
“Yes, Master,” Lucian panted. He shook as much as the sleeve did. The edges of his vision were starting to chip away, tiny fragments of reality disappearing the longer his Master tested his limits. “Yes, Master. Yes.”
“I know what’s best for you,” Marcus said. The tip of his finger pushed in, and Lucian nearly squealed in delight. “I know what you do and do not need. You will listen to me. Your body is mine.”
Hot tears streaked Lucian’s cheeks. His whole face burned. The constant buzz of the vibrating sleeve became white noise and disappeared. Even the thrum of his pulse faded away. The only sound was his Master’s voice, the only salvation his Master’s will.
Marcus’ finger was joined by a second. Cool lube pooled near Lucian’s hole, then plunged into his body as Marcus worked his fingers. The intrusion was heavenly. Sounds streamed from Lucian’s lips, unintelligible and throaty. He was beyond words.
He was floating.
“By the time we’re done tonight, I want the reservoir on the sleeve to be filled with cum,” Marcus whispered in his ear. The proximity startled Lucian, and he jumped. The movement put strain on his arms and wrenched at his shoulders. He winced. “I want your cock to be drowning in it. I want so much of it pooled inside that toy that you’ll be empty for weeks.”
“Yes, Master.” Lucian’s mouth spoke on autopilot. He couldn’t manage the words otherwise. “Oh fuck, yes, Master.”
Both of Marcus’ fingers curled. The pressure built. Lucian cried out, no longer sparing his vocal cords. The sound scraped his throat, leaving it raw, but it still wasn’t enough—there was so much more inside of him fighting to break free.
Marcus’ fingers worked, twisting. Lucian trembled as he kept still, the world blinking in and out of focus. His senses continued to deteriorate, basic concepts stolen from him by the things Marcus did. There was too much to cling to, so Lucian let it all go instead.
Marcus would give him what he needed. All Lucian had to do was trust him.
The pleasure built. Lucian lost sense of it, allowing it to pull him into its murky depths. Sounds spilled from his lips, but he couldn’t distinguish the noises. They came straight from his soul, emptying him for all that was to come.
The pillow
cases grew hot from his breath and the abundant heat of his body. The air saturated with their mingled scents, alpha and omega meeting to create a nuanced, complex signature that registered in Lucian’s soul as complete.
Together they were whole.
Lucian would never let his doubt tear them apart again.
The weight of Marcus’ body pushed down onto him, and a sudden surge of clarity alerted Lucian to the fact that it wasn’t Marcus’ fingers filling him anymore. Marcus’ cock stretched him, plunging deep to put pressure where it was needed. Lucian shoved his face into the pillows and cried with delight. There was nothing else he could do. He’d given his body to Marcus, and now Marcus drove him deeper into pleasure than he’d ever been before.
He was enslaved to it.
How long Marcus rocked into him, Lucian didn’t know. Time folded in on itself, drawn into the same, indistinguishable space that Lucian had been set adrift in. Lucian felt, heard, and experienced, but in disjointed ways that always led back to the stimuli shaping his world.
To the man who’d taught him that it wasn’t wrong to be selfish in love.
To Marcus.
Even with his wrists tied in a position that made his shoulders ache and his back contort, Lucian couldn’t dismiss the fact that what Marcus did, he did for Lucian’s benefit. The ownership Marcus proposed wasn’t one that was selfish—it was selfless. The traumas of the past did not reflect in this moment.
They couldn’t.
After so long spent giving his body, Lucian finally knew what it felt like to receive. He took Marcus—all of Marcus—as Marcus guided him through another soul-wrenching orgasm. The vibrations around his cock and the intrusion of Marcus’ body didn’t abate, and so Lucian gave in to them willingly. He lost himself in over-stimulation. It wasn’t until the obscene pleasure of Marcus’ knot stretched him to near breaking that Lucian came back down.
He’d come more times than he could remember. The sleeve was wet with it.
With a delicate touch seldom seen in a man of Marcus’ build, Marcus flicked the switch on the vibrator and unlocked the sleeve from the base of Lucian’s cock. Fingers wove through Lucian’s hair and directed his head to the side, and Lucian peeled back his eyelid to look up. Marcus held the sleeve in his line of vision.
