#slave kink

[transfem-goddess-temple]

(I'm the one who asked for the forced feminization stuff but just wanted to be anonymous again, omg you're like the hottest writer too. It was the one with the musk I just got today. It was so hot 🥵)

After looking at myself in the mirror in the room. I began to feel a sense of happiness that I hadn't felt since being a child. I owed it all to the goddess who was willing to make me more feminine and give me all my pleasures. The next morning I would seek her out. I would find her in the hallway and immediately bow down.

"goddess" I begin to tear up a little.

"You're way too good for me, I don't even deserve you. Why are you so nice to me?"

(would love to just continue if you're ok with it, I'm loving this little story already :3)

You could't keep yourself from tapping your foot. The day was almost over and you hadn't seen Goddess Elira. You forgot to thank her properly yesterday after the shock of seeing yourself. You hoped she didn't see you as some arrogant non-believer who didn't feel the need to show gratitude. After an entire day of walking through the halls and asking about the location of your Goddess, you hear the patter of feet coming towards you.

You turn to see Elira, striding down the hall with an attendant at her side. They were talking about some piece of business, but you couldn't focus on their words. All you could pay attention to was her body shifting and bouncing as she stepped closer. But you couldn't get in your head, you had to set things right.

You step out in front of Elira and immediatly drop to the ground, prostrating yourself before her. "Goddess!" you blurt out. "Thank you for your wonderous gift. I don't deserve your kindness and help through this process. I am forever in your debt of service! Anything you wish, I shall do it with no question!"

For a moment, the hall is silent. You sweat, fearing that you had somehow offended her. But then a set of footsteps passes by you as Elira giggles. "Lift your head, dear." You raise your head look up to see her smiling at you. Her attendant has scurried off, leaving you two alone. "There's no need to sell yourself short."

Your heart skips a beat at her kind words and you begin to blush. "Of course you deserve kindness and help. You're safe here. You can be whatever you want to be. That is what I offer to all my followers. I love you all and will give the world to you. It's the least I can do after all you give to me~"

Your eyes begin to tear up as you smile. "Thank you Goddess."

She hums, content with your reverence and self acceptance. "Now dear, would you like to continue your transformation?" Your smile widens and you nod. She smirks at you. "That's a good girl." She flings her robe onto the ground, now standing fully nude before you. "Let's start off the way we did last time."

Your mouth begins to water as your eyes move to her feet. You crawl towards them, your lips parting instinctually as you catch a wiff of her. When you reach her, you pepper the tops of her feet with kiss after kiss as she watches you. You stick out your tongue and begin to lick them up and down. Just like yesterday, your mind starts to go crazy for the taste and scent.

"There you go. You like licking my feet?"

"Yes, Goddess. It reminds me of my place."

She grins. "Oh? And what is your place?"

You feel yourself getting hard beneath your new skirt. "I'm your worshiper. Your slave to use whenever and however you desire." She hums at your answer, and you can see her cock start to get hard. You lick her faster, giving some attention to the area between her toes. The sour taste makes you moan, your dick starting to leak.

"It's always nice to have such needy, subserviant sluts. Keep acting like this and I'll make sure you never feel as though you are undeserving again." You whine, shifting to lick her other foot. You hear her start stroking herself and you feel a sense of pride. You were able to make her get horny enough to touch herself! It makes you feel wanted. It makes you understand that you are wanted.

You move your hand to touch your dick, but remember what she said yesterday and move to finger your ass instead. "Good girl! I'm glad you remember what I told you yesterday." You whine in thanks for her praise, shaking your ass a bit to give her more of a show. "Mmm, keep that up and I'll end up in your ass before long."

You look up at her, giving puppy dog eyes and pushing out your bottom lip. "Please~"

She holds a hand to her mouth and giggles. "My, what a shameless slut. Okay dear, stand up and bend over." You pop up from your prostrated position and bend over, placing your hands on the wall to keep yourself stable. You sway your hips from side to sibe before Elira grabs your cheeks and presses in between them. She humps your cheeks, teasing your asshole and making you bite your lip in anticipation.

"Do you remember what I said yesterday? About cumming in that pretty hole of yours?" You try to remember, but you were too horny to think of anything but her beautifull body. You shake your head no. "Let me remind you. When I end up cumming in your ass-"

She pulls back and forces her thick rod inside your ass. You arch your back and moan, legs already starting to shake. She grabs your head and yanks your ear up to her ear. "-your dick will be replaced by something you actually want." Your eyes go wide as you remember and you moan as she bites your earlobe.

She humps you, her dick rubbing up against your prostate and causing you to fall away from her face and back against the wall. "Goddess!~" you moan. "So... good!~"

"I can say the same thing, dear. I wish I had fucked this ass yesterday, but that much of a change that quick might have been bad for you."

"Anytime!" you yell out. "You can fuck this slave's ass anytime you wish! It's here for you to use."

She gives you a quick smack on the ass, making you tighten up. "Oh, how sweet. But to be honest, I'm more interested in fucking the tight pussy you're gonna have tonight." You groan at the thought of having a cunt and having it pounded into oblivion by deity cock. Now that you were thinking about it, you could feel a change similar to yesterday.

Your cock was shrinking, your balls receding into you as well. Not only that, but you could feel your ass cheeks swelling little by little. Your skirt would be far too short for you now, your butt would cause it to lift up so everyone could see your hot body.

You're brought back to the present by another quick smack to your ass. You clench one more time, giving Elira some more friction to get off with. She grunts in appretiation. "Ah, that's a good girl. You want a reward for squezing my girldick?" You nod and she snaps her fingers.

Her robes lift off the ground and fly to you. You grab them and hold them close to you. After a moment of confusion, you smell the musk that was coming from the armpit areas of the robes and shove your face into the. After a day of soaking up goddess sweat, thefabric was practically dripping with her salty, stuffy stench.

You huff again and again, sighing in ecstasy between eash sniff. You couldn't feel your cock and balls anymore. They were gone, your crotch now smothed over and waiting for your Goddess to cum, her seed allowing you to grow a magnificent vagina. The feeling got you turned on in a way you could only describe as 'being wet for the first time.'

"I'm close, get ready. You're gonna have a tight little pussy after this so don't be mad if I fuck you in that hole too." You give a muffled affirmation through her robes and clench down your ass. She grunts one last time, gripping your ass cheeks hard as she spills her seed into you.

You can barely feel her cumming over the imaculate sensation of your pussy forming. Your body caves in and you felt yourself dripping. Your insides tense and twitched in pleasure and you cry out in joy. Before you can even thank your Goddess for once again granting you a gift, she flips you over and presses you to the floor.

She lines up her cock to your new hole, but you just look into her eyes. She looks into your eyes as well before pulling you into a kiss. As she pulls you in, her cock slides into you. If felt right, as if this was what had always been. As her tongue rubs against yours, you repeat three words in your head: 'Thank you Goddess."

She wasn't saying anything, but you could tell what she was thinking: 'Anything for you, pretty girl."

#elira answers #book of the adventurer #goddess kink #worship kink #goddess #fake religion #worship goddess #k1nk blog #goddess elira #nsft roleplay #forced feminized #forcefem #transfem nsft #feetish #foot feddish #foot fitesh #musk slvt #musk kink #scent slvt #scent kink #trans nsft #bd/sm slave #dominated love slave #praise and degredation #praise k!nk #slave kink #an@l #wet and needy #needy toy #nsft txt

[stupidlilclownboy]

Just... just make me bow at your feet. Grovel at your presence, become heavy at my knees at the mere sight of your grace, like a deity.

Take complete control of my will and desires with your pretty spiral, making my head spin with the fantasy of being your sorry footstool. Becoming your helplessly addicted slave with the help of your programming. And force me to show my newly implemented loyalty by putting myself in my place.

Please... I-I need you to see how addicted to worship I am, Master. Tell me to obey.

#hypnokink #hypnosis #mind control #dumbification #brainwashing #hypnosis rp #queer nsft #nsft #transmasc nsft #hypno doll #hypno pet #hypno toy #hypnotized #hypno slave #worship kink #royalty kink #degredation kink #slave kink

[witchplease-freakbitch]

I need to sit at his feet and snuggle up against his leg, while he holds my leash and plays with my hair.

#satans asylum toy #d/s #I need a lot of reassurance lately #freakbitch speaks #asylumdoll thoughts #nsft #personal #I need the closeness but also the knowledge of being kept (safe) #dom/sub stuff #owned #property #slave kink

[lovelyspiral]

What are some of your favourite phrases to be triggered to say? (Or would like to if you haven't already?)

I’ve been conditioned to say “I’m a good brainwashed slave for Master” every time a certain someone asks me “who’s a good slave?” And that’s fun

Variations on that kind of phrase are fun to repeat, like repeating that I’m brainwashed and under someone’s control

I listened to an induction recently where I was told to repeat everything the hypnotist said until that repetition dragged me deep into trance. That was really nice

#slave kink #thanks for the ask

[the-black-manor]

Imagine being a slave given to the demon king by a wealthy human trying to get in his good graces.

#master/pet #terato #monster kink #monsterfucker #slave kink #demon kink

[italladdsup]

I need to be hypnotized so that I think having a vibrator in me when I go out in public is normal. like I have my phone, wallet, headphones, oh right my vibrator too. I want to go to work and struggle to stand still but not understanding why. that way if someone decides to try to use me, I'm all ready for them.

#hypnokink #lynx kinks #ftm nsft #trans nsft #t4t nsft #nsft #t4t ns/fw #slave kink #cis dni #hypnosis

[end-my-existence]

In need of a cute maid outfit and some ropes to fulfill a ✨fantasy✨

#fantasy #sex kitten #forced slave #filthy #r@pedoll #r@pe me #r@pe k!nk #slave kink #ropebondage #ropeplay #cnc kink #cnc kidnapping

[ghost-of-a-slave]

Need someone to be my slave whore who I can show off to others and play with until they're in tears and can't think of anything but pleasing their master and letting everyone see them get used like the good whore they are <3

Maybe I can beat them up some and whip them, trace the tip of a knife over their pretty skin and leave small marks and cuts and lick at their pretty wounds. I want to make a dumb little painslut cum from me beating their slutty needy aroused bits with a flog and making sure they know who owns them. They will never run away because they don't want to- they love me as much as I love them. I know what's best for them after all. Just behave for me pretty thing, you know how good it feels and you know you love all of it that's why you never really mean it when you ask me to stop you're just scared of accepting what a good bitch you are for a proper owner.

#bd/sm slave #slave kink #sl@ve kink #r@pe kink #r@pe fantasy #nsft #nsft r@pe #nsft concept

[masochistikkitty]

Will you kidnap me and bring me home with you, sir? Will you buy me a cage and let me decorate it in pink? Will you buy me a collar and leash too? Will you make me crawl on my hands and knees for you?

Pretty please?

#slave kink #pet pl4y

[rinameunconcious]

Do you enjoy servitude, ma'am? I'd love to kiss all over your body, every inch- you can grab me by the hair and direct me wherever you want- and I'll tell you all the things I adore about you. I could go on and on. You can use me as you please, I'll always be a good girl, I'd love to have your approval, your praise, your eyes. And in turn mine would always be on you and seeking what you wish. I get wet thinking of being beneath you, if you'd be so kind, to please you and get the grace of tasting you. I'd be by your side and you could do whatever you want ma'am, I'd do anything, fetching your water or drinks, cleaning, and you could use me whenever you please. Do you approve? Would you do me the honor, if it came to?

my goodness little one, this took my breath away...

i must say, the idea of a cute and loyal sub like you, meeting my every need so diligently, it makes mommy feel so good. knowing you'd be so loyal to me, collaring you up and having you by my side whenever i need a good stress reliever. using you however i wish, grinding myself on top of you and watching as your eyes roll back because you're having the honour of my pussy against yours. making you kneel before me while i let you taste me, gripping onto your hair and thrusting myself against your face.

what a good girl you'd be, I'd tell you every day and every night while I fuck you further into submission...

#trina answers #nsft ask #anon #nsft lesbian #nsft sapphic #nsft wlw #slave kink #domme/sub

[velvetandropes]

Feeling the warmth of my blood trickle down my neck as you bite me is intoxicating

#vampire nsft #vampire kink #ns*fw #nsft #nsftumblr #mlm nsft #nsft gay #slave kink #kink blog #blood kink #bloodkink

[echoesofcquinn]

It was a date night for all three of us. A fancy one too, no bummy/comfy clothes; I made you both wear dresses. No bras, matching jewelry, and the type of tiny thong that meant you'd be as easy access as possible while still covered. You were in a dark blue, which brought out your eyes and matched my suit, and Avril was in a white dress that matched my button-down shirt.

I drove us to an upscale restaurant, ordered for you both from drinks through dessert. Tequila indicated I wanted you both to be feeling some type of way, and you both shot each other looks as I let you have your third drinks, knowing we were supposed to be going somewhere else tonight too.

Usually date night means you're on equal footing. You're both a little switchy with each other, when you're allowed or when you beg very sweetly. Tonight that's how it started out too. But through either the tequila or your natural mischief it wasn't even halfway through your second drink that you started being a bit bratty. A bit mouthy. Oblivious, you didn't catch my sly smiles as I lent you just enough rope to hang yourself with. As dessert started to wrap up, I leaned over and told you that you would not speak from this moment without permission.

"But.." I silenced you with a look.

"Not another word."

I stood up and helped you each to your feet, wrapping your pashminas around your shoulders as we approached the door. I turned to Avril. "She does not speak. You're in charge as I bring around the car."

You're both conditioned now to the idea that there is only one real law in our house.

I bring around the car, and I open the back door. Avril is motioned in first, then you. As I reach down to buckle you in - not something I was doing for Avril, at the moment - you felt a little hope. But I reached down and lifted your hips for you.

"Take them off." You didn't need clarification. "Clearly you need a gag if you can't understand such a simple instruction."

You blushed at how wet you already were.

I teased along your lower lips. You whined. We were still in front of the restaurant, although you knew the tinted windows and my body realistically blocked anyone from seeing you. You also knew that your thong was twisted around the fingers I was gently spreading you with.

Avril leaned over and kissed your neck. She was teasing you but also helping me and trying to soak you faster. She wanted you to really make the mess I was looking for. We all knew where that little thong was going.

When I lifted it to your lips your mouth was already open. I saw an apology in your eyes, muddled with lust and just a little fear.

I buckled you in and made Avril kiss me, an inch or two from your face. We both heard your low whine.

I drove us to a theater. Tonight's entertainment was a show we'd wanted to see for a while. You almost always sat on either side of me, but this venue had low couches and so you each sat mostly in my lap. Either Avril or myself constantly had our hands on your thighs or your body throughout the show - you couldn't follow it at all, short-circuited completely as you were. You were just trying not to make any noise.

Eventually the show ended and neither of us had actually slid inside you but you had watched Avril slowly rock on my hand for the last 15 minutes. The only thing that had been inside you was your own panties and one fingertip, as twice I'd pulled your panties out of your mouth to soak them again with your growing need.

After the movie I opened the door and put Avril in the back but closed it before you could get in.

"No love, you're the silent chauffeur back home tonight."

You had to listen to Avril loudly throating my cock the entire way home. Mercifully the show was close by, but at every light and stop sign you looked back at us. I'd sat diagonally from you because I knew you'd be unable to resist. Your thighs pressed tightly together as you tried to grind in your seat.

As we got home I sent you ahead to start the shower.

You could hear us as we moved deeper into our condo, but when we got to the master bathroom we were still both dressed. I motioned for you to disrobe, first yourself, then strip her while I continued to tease her. She hit her knees at the same time you did though, helping you just long enough to free my cock then going back to taking all of me as best she could.

I put you in the corner of the shower (one of the hot corners, where the water fell on you, for I am not fully a monster tonight) and made you watch while I took her from behind. Your thong was still in your mouth but otherwise we were all fully naked. The shower was spacious, luxurious, and I pulled you over so her legs were on either side of you. As I fucked her, I started asking her if she thought you'd been good. If you should get forgiven and get to play now.

Your eyes spoke volumes up at her, and you prayed the shower was loud enough that the noises in the back of your throat were inaudible. You physically could not stop yourself from making them at this point.

After seconds that felt like days, she nodded yes. My hand closed around her throat. I told her to take your thong out of your mouth and she did, rubbing it across her own face before tossing it out of the shower. I choked her until she came and then pulled out to find your waiting mouth eager and open. You'd started rubbing your pussy at our feet and you whined until I came on your face. I put her on her knees and she eagerly started cleaning off your face with her mouth as well.

When you were clean, I dragged you both out of the shower. You toweled each other, then me off and then I made Avril lay down on the bed with her head just off the edge. I positioned you straddling her so her tongue was on your clit and I slid into you from behind. You yelped, overwhelmed immediately, and I made you lean forward to brace yourself, riding her face and getting railed from behind until you were a soaked mess entirely, cumming and begging for a second to breathe. You didn't get any such mercy, and as I continued I told you that I was proud you managed to be quiet for so long but disappointed that I had to teach you this lesson. I made you reach forward and finger Avril. You could hardly do it while supporting yourself, so I dragged you both deeper into the bed and continued to fuck you from behind as you 69'd.

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An excerpt

#free use kink #bd/sm kink #smut #tpe #m/s dynamic #bd/sm slave #writing #original writing #total power exchange #my writing #B x Avril #slave kink

[not-safe-fern-work]

another of my T-shirt fetishes: the ones that say "property of [institution]" and it's supposed to mean that the shirt is the property but it makes it sound like I'm the property

#original post #clothing kink #slave kink

[italladdsup]

ah to have a vibrator constantly stuck to my clit so I'm constantly wet and horny

#lynx kinks #ftm nsft #trans nsft #t4t nsft #nsft #slave kink #bd/sm slave #cis dni

[yourroyalpup]

I need a man to make me stand by his side so he can pull me into a hiding spot wherever we are and bend me over, filling me like the good little slut I am and calling me his precious boy. I'd be such a good slave for him, letting him use me whenever he needs to blow off steam or let out energy. I want a man to leave marks all over my body, claiming me as his special slave and using me for all of his dirtiest fantasies

#bd/sm slave #slave kink #mlm nsft #gay #exhibtionist #exhibition kink #laur rambles

[cyberphuck]

Collars Dot Com Ch 2: The Hammer of Thor

(Back to Chapter One) I shut the lid on the washer, started the cycle, then leaned against it as it filled. To the left the dryer thumped steadily, sounding like a particularly monotonous wedding night.

I'd changed the sheets on the bed, stuffed my bachelor-smelling comforter in the washer, gathered up the long-neglected laundry pile, dragged the comforter back out of the washer in favor of washing the clothes first, scrubbed the bathroom, sanitized the kitchen, vacuumed the living room, collected six thousand sticky coffee mugs and empty soda cans from my desk, wiped down every flat surface, and nearly thrown up twice.

I sat down on the arm of the couch, putting a hand over my eyes to try and keep them from falling out of my skull. I smelled like bleach wipes and hangover sweat and the coffee I'd spilled down the front of my shirt two hours ago and all I really wanted was to lay facedown in bed and sleep until rigor mortis set in.

Some time between changing the pillow cases and gagging on bile, I'd opened the DoorDash app on my phone and ordered two bottles of Gatorade, two containers of fruit salad, and two more bottles of Gatorade in case the first two and the vitamin C from the fruit weren't enough to purge the tequila and idiocy from my body.

I did stupid things when I was drunk. That's what had ended my last relationship, hadn't it? I'd gone out for drinks with some of the guys from work, ended up doing jello shots with a bunch of college girls, and sent a picture of my dick to everyone on my contact list-- including my sister-- with the caption 'THE HAMMER OF THOR!'

I'd woken up the next morning with a variety of responses waiting for me. From my boss, 'you're lucky you're the only one I can rely on to turn in scripts on time,' and from Alyssa: 'I'm tired of your immature bullshit.'

My sister had sent a thumbs-up emoji.

It wasn't the first time Alyssa and me had gotten in an argument over how I spent my free time, and I thought an apology and giving her some space to cool off would keep things rattling along. Instead she dropped her copy of my apartment key in my mailbox, changed her relationship status on Facebook, and posted several memes about finding her flame and not letting anyone hold her back anymore.

Then lockdown had started, my entire department had been sent home to work remotely, all of my meals came from no-contact DoorDash deliveries, and if I wanted to hang out and drink with the guys from work, I had to do it over Zoom. I hadn't realized how much I'd relied on visits from Alyssa to motivate me to give a shit about what my apartment looked like until...

Well, until about 2pm today.

This was going to be the kick in the ass that I needed, I decided. I wasn't gonna keep the Pet I'd ordered, but I wasn't going to mix alcohol and online shopping again, either, and I was gonna clean up after myself and have people over again. Or better yet, go out. See people. Meet people. Shave every day.

Someone hit the buzzer in the downstairs lobby. I got up to hit the unlock button by the front door, got another whiff of stale coffee, and jogged into my bedroom to try to find a clean shirt so I didn't look like a complete slob for the DoorDash guy. I tossed the dirty shirt into the laundry corner, stopped, picked it up and put it into the hamper, and pulled on an ancient band tee, the screen printing long since faded away into nothing. By the time I emerged from the bedroom, DoorDash was already knocking.

Usually I only knew my order had arrived by the swish of a plastic bag being dumped on my mat and the driver's footsteps as he walked off. But I had to sign something, I guess. They'd used to make you sign for stuff, before. I turned the deadbolt and opened the door.

There was a boy standing there.

Blond hair, big eyes, freckles and a pretty mouth that was currently occupied by some kind of black rubber gag. Behind him was a man with a moving dolly stacked high with boxes labeled 'COLLARS.COM.' Behind him was pretty much every single one of my neighbors, all out to grab their mail and pick up their newspapers and check the hallway for werewolves at once.

Fuck.

"Delivery," the man said, looking supremely bored. "For--"

"Yeah, uh, yeah, come in," I said quickly, backing out of the doorway and holding the door wide. The boy stepped through first, then his chaperone with the dolly, and I thought about how I was going to have to either find a new apartment or somehow keep living in this one without ever making eye contact with any of my neighbors ever again.

The man set the dolly upright and plucked a chunky black device from his belt, shoving it at me. "Just use the pen to sign," he said, indicating a thin plastic stylus swinging from the device by a tether.

"Right, uh, so, there was kind of a--" I began weakly, trying to give the device back.

"Hit 'enter,'" the man said. The boy had been wearing a sort of black smock, tied at the back, and his chaperone was taking it off. The black pants came off too, and the boy was very much wearing absolutely nothing underneath them.

"This was-- I can't--" I tried again.

"Arms out," the man said to the boy, holding up his phone to take a picture. "Alright, turn." He glanced at me. "Press the pen down harder if it isn't doing it," he said.

"There has been," I said slowly and firmly, "a mistake."

The man looked at me. I looked back at him.

"Are you Brian Stink?" he asked.

"It's 'Stynch,'" I said automatically. "Listen, I bought all this by accident, I didn't really mean to--"

"The return policy is on the website," the man interrupted. "Can you sign the thing? I've got other deliveries."

"But I can't." A misshapen silence popped between us; I'd been expecting him to cut me off again. "I can't, uh, take him, really."

"I can't put him back in the van," the man said. "I've already sent Proof of Delivery to the dispatcher, and I can't just stick him back there while I finish all my other deliveries. By the time I got him back to the hub, all the handlers'd be gone for the day. Sign," he enunciated, "the thing."

"Alright, fine, fuck," I sighed, scribbling something approximate to my signature on the heavy device and watching it struggle to accept my name with technology from 1992. I slapped it back into the man's hand, trying to show my severe annoyance with him. He wasn't phased. "I'll see you again tomorrow when you come to pick him up," I told him.

"I'm off tomorrow." He yanked the dolly out from underneath the tower of shipping boxes and turned to let himself out. "Enjoy your purchase and have a nice day."

I glared at the closed door for a while, entertaining all my fantasies of letting his employers know I was Very Offended and that they had better do something to make up for it, and receiving an email from the CEO begging for my forgiveness.

Maybe even a phone call. We're so sorry. We're so sorry. The mean delivery driver has been reprimanded and fired-- no, that was too cruel, not with the economy the way it was. He probably had a family to feed. We have sat him down and told him he has been a Very Bad Boy. Yeah.

I locked the deadbolt. And the horse you rode in on, I thought viciously, turned around, and remembered there was an extremely undressed Pet standing next to my shoe rack. The room congealed around me a little, going from the hot soup of righteous anger to the greasy leftovers of what the fuck am I going to do now in an instant.

God, he looked good.

I had been expecting him to be a little plainer than the profile picture I'd glimpsed in a drunken haze the night before. Nobody was supposed to look as perfect as their headshots, that's what Photoshop was for. But there he was, smooth and blemishless, the same buttery curls, the sprinkling of freckles like cinnamon on a macchiato. The mouth, which was still stoppered by the rubber gag whose straps were beginning to leave red marks in his cheeks. He swallowed awkwardly around it and looked at me.

I stepped forward, reaching behind his head and feeling for a clasp. The strap was stiff and new, the price tag still stuck across the cheap plastic. "This thing smells like a used tire shop," I muttered, picking the tag off and undoing the buckle. "Probably tastes like one too."

I pulled the gag out of his mouth. It was a couple inches long, wet and slick where it'd been pressing against his tongue. I wrinkled my nose at it and set it on top of the boxes. They could take that back, too. "How long have you had that thing in your mouth? Do you want a glass of water?"

The boy's mouth puckered; he wiped saliva off his chin with the back of his hand. "Yes, please."

I went to the kitchen, took down a glass, turned on the tap and let in run until it was cold. My coffee mugs were still piled in the sink, looking at me accusingly with sticky eyes. I ignored them and returned to the living room to find the boy standing just where I'd left him.

"Here." I put the glass in his hands. "Come on and sit on the couch."

I discovered, then, that it was possible for someone to sensually drink a glass of plain tap water. The movement of his throat and the sound of his swallowing was almost obscene. Maybe it was just because he was naked, or because I knew what he was for, but the lovely pink mouth was definitely in the lead for 'reasons I was about to make decisions with my dick.' I knew, when I reached out, that just touching his mouth wouldn't be enough. I promised myself I just wanted to feel the shape of it, his lips against the ball of my thumb, but I had wanted that mouth since I saw it on the website, had clicked yes and yes and  yes because I hadn't cared what I'd have to pay to get it. I cupped my palm against his cheek and he leaned into it, looking at me, and I was pushing forward without looking at the price.

I kissed him because I wanted to feel the softness of his lips, the texture of them against my tongue, the sweet sound as we parted. There was a little hesitation when he opened his mouth to mine, as if he wasn't quite sure of it, like the sensation of my tongue against his was new for him. I held him still with a hand against the nape of his neck, where the finest curls of his hair tickled against my fingers, and let him get used to what it felt like to be kissed by me.

By the time I let him go, his breath had gone a little short and there was color in his cheeks and down his neck to his collarbone. His lips were still slightly parted, and I slid my thumb into his mouth. He made a soft sound as I pressed down on his tongue and bottom lip. He made that sound again when I pulled him forward for another kiss, and he slipped off the couch and down to his knees in front of me before I could even form an image of what I wanted.

Now he was looking up at me through his eyelashes and wetting his upper lip with his tongue. I took his chin in my hand because-- I don't know, I wanted to look at him, wanted to stay in the moment of anticipation forever, but with my other hand I took out my stiffening cock for him because I wanted it in his mouth.

He took the head between his lips, delicately, like kissing the first bite of a ripe peach, tongueing the flesh. He took the shaft in his hand and drew upward and I felt a throb of pleasure, my cock bobbing when he pulled away. He looked up at me again and I watched him take me into his mouth in one long, delicious slide, lips and tongue working as he sucked. He lifted his head, taking in a breath, then down again and I could feel myself in the back of his throat. Another shudder of pleasure, releasing in a groan.

I leaned my head back, listening to the sound of his mouth on my cock and riding each rise in tension, each a little bit stronger, a little bit longer than the last. I held my breath to make the pleasure hit deeper, letting it out when I was coming close to the edge. My back and thighs were tensing, wanting to thrust upwards; it began as a soft rhythm, then grew more and more insistent until I braced a hand against the back of his head to fuck his mouth.

I twisted my fingers into his hair, fucking into the friction I wanted, faster and harder, trying to come up short before I climaxed but tumbling over the edge anyway, coming hard with a hoarse, cracked groan.

I felt him swallow twice, then wrap his fingers around my aching cock and pull slowly upwards. I sucked in a breath, wincing, and put out a hand to stop him before he yanked my organs out of my body. "Enough," I panted. "Enough. I'm done, I'm good." He let me go. I took a few more steadying breaths, blinking up at the ceiling,  and alternated saying "god" and "fuck" a half dozen times until I was able to think clearly again. It might have been several hours. I don't know. When I finally pulled myself together, I looked down at him still kneeling there.

"So," I said. "What's your name?"

He smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "My name is Ren." Kofi - Donate - AO3

#writing #fic #yaoi #slave kink #collars.com #Brian spends a lot of this chapter bitching about stuff