Ansh pushed open the door to their shared apartment, the weight of a long day at the office sloughing off his shoulders as the familiar scent of home hit him. He kicked off his shoes in the entryway, loosening his tie with one hand while calling out, 'Sohan? I'm home. How was your day?'
Sohan emerged from the living room, his lithe 19-year-old frame clad in a simple t-shirt and jeans that hugged his slim hips. His dark hair was tousled, cheeks flushing slightly under Ansh's gaze. 'Hey, Ansh. College was okay—mostly lectures and some group work in the afternoon. Nothing exciting.' He paused, shifting on his feet, his eyes darting away before locking back on Ansh's. 'But... after classes, I was alone and ended up watching some porn. You know, just to unwind. There was this one video, though—it had this thing called BDSM. People tying each other up, dominating and submitting. It was intense. I couldn't stop watching. I loved it, Ansh. The way the guy just gave himself over completely.'
Ansh raised an eyebrow, setting his bag down and stepping closer, his 26-year-old build towering slightly over Sohan's. He could see the spark of curiosity and desire in his younger roommate's eyes. 'BDSM, huh? Sounds like it got to you.'
Sohan nodded eagerly, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. 'Yeah. It made me think... about us. I want you to do that to me. Make me your pet. Your slave, right here at home. Train me, own me. Please, Ansh. I need it.'
A slow smile spread across Ansh's face, heat pooling in his gut at the raw plea. He'd always sensed Sohan's submissive leanings, the way he deferred to Ansh in small things. This was the opening he'd been waiting for. 'Alright, boy. If that's what you want, we'll start now. But once we begin, you're mine to shape. No backing out.'
Sohan's breath hitched, his cock already twitching in his jeans at the commanding tone. 'Yes, Ansh. I'm ready.'
Ansh grabbed Sohan's wrist firmly, pulling him toward the bedroom. 'First, we strip you down. Pets don't need clothes unless I say so.' He yanked Sohan's t-shirt over his head, exposing the smooth, toned chest beneath, nipples hardening in the cool air. Ansh's fingers hooked into the waistband of Sohan's jeans, shoving them down along with his boxers in one swift motion. Sohan's cock sprang free, half-hard and leaking a bead of precum.
'On your knees,' Ansh ordered, his voice low and unyielding. Sohan dropped immediately, knees hitting the carpet, eyes wide and locked on Ansh's crotch. Ansh unbuckled his belt, the metallic clink echoing in the room, then freed his thickening cock from his pants. It hung heavy before Sohan's face, the musky scent filling the air.
'Your first lesson: worship your master. Open your mouth.' Sohan parted his lips obediently, tongue darting out as Ansh gripped the base of his shaft and fed it in. Sohan's mouth stretched around the girth, warm and wet, sucking tentatively at first. Ansh groaned, threading fingers through Sohan's hair to guide him deeper. 'That's it. Take it all. Show me how much you want to be my pet.'
Sohan gagged slightly as the head hit the back of his throat but pushed forward, hollowing his cheeks to suck harder. Saliva dripped down his chin, his own cock throbbing untouched between his legs. Ansh thrust shallowly, fucking Sohan's face with controlled power. 'Good boy. You're a natural slut for this.'
After a few minutes, Ansh pulled out, strings of spit connecting them. He reached into the nightstand drawer, pulling out a plain leather collar—something he'd kept hidden, just in case. 'This is yours now.' He fastened it around Sohan's neck, the buckle clicking shut. A small metal ring dangled at the front. Ansh clipped a leash to it, giving a tug. 'Crawl to the bed. Ass up.'
Sohan obeyed, moving on all fours, the collar a constant reminder of his new role. His ass cheeks flexed as he climbed onto the bed, presenting himself—knees spread, back arched, hole exposed and twitching in anticipation. Ansh stripped fully, his muscular body looming behind. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer, slicking his fingers before pressing one against Sohan's tight entrance.
'Pets get trained from the inside out.' Ansh pushed in, the digit breaching the ring of muscle. Sohan moaned, pushing back instinctively. Ansh added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch the clenching heat. 'Relax for me. You're going to take my cock soon, and you'll beg for it every time.'
Sohan's hands fisted the sheets, his cock dripping onto the bed as Ansh's fingers curled, brushing his prostate. 'Please, Ansh... Master... more.'
Ansh chuckled darkly, withdrawing his fingers and lining up his lubed cock. He gripped Sohan's hips, nails digging in, and thrust forward in one firm push. Sohan's cry filled the room, his body yielding to the invasion. Ansh set a steady rhythm, pounding deep, the slap of skin on skin punctuating each drive.
'You're my slave now,' Ansh growled, yanking the leash to arch Sohan's back further. 'Say it.'
'I'm your slave pet!' Sohan gasped, pleasure coiling tight in his belly. Ansh reached around, wrapping a hand around Sohan's cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. It didn't take long—Sohan shattered, cum spurting over Ansh's fingers as his ass clenched rhythmically.
Ansh followed with a guttural moan, burying deep and flooding Sohan's insides with hot seed. He stayed seated, panting, before pulling out slowly, watching his cum leak from the abused hole. 'Clean up, pet. Lick me spotless.'
Sohan turned, still leashed, and lapped at Ansh's softening cock, tasting their mixed release. Ansh stroked his hair. 'This is just the beginning. Tomorrow, we get toys. Rules. You'll learn to please me perfectly.'
Sohan looked up, eyes glazed with satisfaction. 'Yes, Master. I can't wait.'
Ansh unlocked the apartment door the next evening, the faint hum of the city outside fading as he stepped inside. The air carried a subtle scent of fresh laundry—Sohan must have been keeping busy. He hung his keys on the hook, rolling his shoulders to ease the day's tension, when Sohan appeared from the kitchen, naked except for the leather collar still buckedled around his neck. The 19-year-old's slim body moved with a deliberate grace, his cock soft but stirring visibly as he dropped to his knees in the entryway, head bowed.
"Welcome home, Master," Sohan said, voice steady and eager. He glanced up through his lashes, cheeks pink. "I was a good boy today. Stayed home after college, did my chores, and I didn't open any porn sites like you instructed. Not even once. I thought about it, but I touched myself instead—wait, no, I didn't. I waited for you."
Ansh's lips curved into a approving smirk, his gaze raking over Sohan's exposed form—the way his nipples pebbled in the draft, the faint red marks from last night's grip still blooming on his hips. He reached down, tilting Sohan's chin up with two fingers. "Good pet. That restraint earns you a reward. But first, you want rules? Fine. Let's make this official."
Sohan nodded, staying on his knees as Ansh sat on the couch, patting his thigh. Sohan crawled over, settling between Ansh's legs, resting his cheek against the older man's knee. Ansh stroked his hair absently, his voice dropping to that commanding timbre that made Sohan's pulse race. "Rule one: No clothes in the house unless I say. You're always accessible, always ready. Rule two: No touching your cock without permission. That's mine to control. Rule three: Every evening, you report your day—every thought, every urge—and beg for release if you've earned it. Rule four: Obey instantly, or face punishment. Whips, denial, whatever I choose. And rule five: You're my pet everywhere but college. There, you're discreet, but you wear a plug to remind you who owns that ass."
Sohan's breath quickened, his cock hardening against Ansh's calf, a drop of precum smearing the fabric of Ansh's slacks. "I understand, Master. I'll follow them all. Thank you."
Ansh chuckled, giving Sohan's hair a firm tug before standing. "Prove it. We're going shopping—online, for now. Time to equip my pet properly." He pulled out his laptop from his bag, setting it on the coffee table, then clipped the leash to Sohan's collar and tugged him closer. Sohan knelt beside the couch, eyes fixed on the screen as Ansh logged into a discreet BDSM site, the homepage filled with images of restraints, plugs, and floggers.
"Look at these," Ansh said, scrolling slowly, his free hand drifting to squeeze Sohan's thigh, inching toward his balls but stopping short. "What catches your eye, boy? Pick something for your training."
Sohan's gaze darted over the options, his face flushing deeper as he pointed hesitantly. "That... the anal plug with the tail. Black, medium size. And maybe nipple clamps? The adjustable ones."
Ansh nodded, adding them to the cart with a few clicks. "Smart choices. The tail will make you crawl like a proper pet. Clamps for when you need to feel owned up top." He kept browsing, selecting a leather paddle—"For when you slip up"—a set of wrist and ankle cuffs with quick-release buckles, and a cock cage, the metal one with a small lock. "This'll enforce rule two. You'll wear it until I decide you've earned freedom."
As the cart filled, Ansh's hand finally cupped Sohan's balls, rolling them gently, then tightening just enough to make Sohan whimper. "Imagine it locked on, your cock straining but useless while I fuck your mouth or hole. Begging won't help unless I say."
"Please, Master," Sohan gasped, hips bucking involuntarily. "I want it. All of it. Train me harder."
Ansh hit 'checkout,' entering his card details while his other hand stroked Sohan's leaking cock in slow, teasing pulls—enough to edge him but not satisfy. "Delivery in two days. Until then, we improvise." He closed the laptop and yanked the leash, pulling Sohan up onto the couch on all fours, ass presented. Ansh unzipped his pants, freeing his hardening cock, and slicked it with spit before pressing the head against Sohan's entrance—no lube this time, just the stretch and burn to reinforce the lesson.
"Rule six: You take whatever I give, whenever," Ansh growled, thrusting in deep with one shove. Sohan cried out, clenching around the invasion, his body arching as Ansh gripped his hips and pounded relentlessly. The couch creaked under them, Ansh's balls slapping against Sohan's with each drive, the leash taut in his fist.
Sohan moaned, pushing back, his untouched cock bobbing and dripping onto the cushions. "Yes, Master! Fuck your pet—own me!"
Ansh reached under, pinching Sohan's nipples hard, twisting until tears pricked the younger man's eyes. "These will hurt more with clamps. You'll thank me for it." He sped up, angling to hit Sohan's prostate repeatedly, drawing out gasps and pleas. Sohan's body trembled, on the edge, but Ansh pulled out abruptly, leaving him empty and whining.
"Not yet. Good boys wait." Ansh flipped Sohan onto his back, straddling his chest and feeding his slick cock into the open mouth. "Suck it clean. Taste yourself on me."
Sohan latched on eagerly, tongue swirling around the shaft, hollowing his cheeks as he bobbed. Ansh fucked his face shallowly, groaning at the wet heat, until he pulled back and stroked himself to finish—hot ropes of cum splattering across Sohan's face and chest, marking him.
"Lick up what you can," Ansh ordered, watching as Sohan swiped his tongue over his lips and fingers, scooping the rest obediently. Ansh leaned down, kissing him roughly, tasting the saltiness. "You're doing well, pet. Tomorrow, we practice crawling and positions. The toys will make it real."
Sohan, still panting and sticky, nuzzled Ansh's thigh. "Anything for you, Master. I'm yours."
The next two days blurred into a haze of intensified training for Sohan, Ansh wasting no time in pushing boundaries. Mornings began with Sohan on his knees, sucking Ansh's cock awake before college, swallowing every drop as breakfast. Evenings involved crawling exercises across the apartment floor, Ansh tugging the leash to correct posture, his boot pressing down on Sohan's back if he faltered. Punishments were swift—a sharp slap to the ass with a rolled-up magazine for hesitation, or hours of edging without release, Sohan's cock throbbing untouched while Ansh watched porn on the TV, denying him a glance. Sohan reported every filthy thought during check-ins, begging for touches that Ansh doled out sparingly, building the ache until the younger man trembled.
On the third evening, a discreet package arrived at the door. Ansh snatched it up, ripping it open on the kitchen counter while Sohan knelt nearby, naked and collared, his eyes wide with anticipation. Inside lay the black anal plug with its fluffy tail, the metal gleaming under the light, alongside the nipple clamps, paddle, cuffs, and the small, locked cock cage—cold steel bars curved to encase and restrict.
'Perfect timing, pet,' Ansh said, his voice thick with satisfaction. He held up the plug, twisting it to show the tapered shape widening to a bulbous base. 'Bend over the table. Spread those cheeks.'
Sohan obeyed instantly, palms flat on the wood, ass lifted high. His hole clenched in nervous excitement as Ansh slicked the plug with lube from the drawer, then pressed the tip against the tight ring. Sohan gasped, pushing back as Ansh worked it in slowly—inch by inch, the stretch burning sweetly until the widest part popped past the rim, seating deep inside. The tail draped over one cheek, swaying with every shift.
'How's that feel?' Ansh asked, giving the base a firm pat that made Sohan jolt.
'Full, Master,' Sohan whimpered, clenching around the intrusion. 'It presses right there—makes my cock leak.'
Ansh grinned, clipping the leash to the collar and yanking lightly. 'Good. Now roam for me. Crawl around the apartment like the pet you are. Show off that tail.'
Sohan dropped to all fours, the plug shifting with each movement, grinding against his prostate as he padded across the living room rug. The tail swished behind him, brushing his thighs, while his hard cock bobbed beneath, dripping a trail of precum. He circled the coffee table, then the couch, glancing back at Ansh with flushed cheeks, the fullness making his steps deliberate and needy.
Ansh watched, lounging back with his arms crossed, his own erection straining his jeans. 'Faster, boy. Wag that tail.' Satisfaction bloomed in his chest—Sohan looked utterly owned, body marked by the collar and now the plug, every crawl a testament to his submission. After a full lap around the space, Ansh beckoned with a crook of his finger. 'Come here. You've earned a fuck.'
Sohan crawled to him eagerly, nuzzling Ansh's thigh as he arrived. Ansh hauled him up by the collar, positioning him bent over the arm of the couch, the tail flopping aside. He unzipped, shoving his pants down just enough to free his thick cock, already throbbing. No prep this time—the plug had done the work, loosening Sohan perfectly. Ansh gripped the base of the toy, twisting it once for good measure, drawing a moan, then yanked it out with a wet pop.
'Empty now,' Sohan whined, hole gaping slightly, begging to be filled.
Ansh lined up and thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one go. Sohan's cry echoed, his walls fluttering around the invading length as Ansh set a brutal pace—pulling out to the tip before slamming back, balls smacking against Sohan's. The couch shifted with each pound, Ansh's hands bruising the slim hips, holding him in place.
'Take it, slave,' Ansh growled, leaning over to bite Sohan's shoulder. 'Your ass is mine—milking my cock like it was made for this.'
Sohan pushed back, meeting every thrust, the earlier stretch making him slick and open. 'Yes, Master! Fuck me harder—use your pet!' His cock swung heavy between his legs, untouched, precum splattering the floor as pleasure coiled tight.
Ansh reached around, but instead of stroking, he pinched the base of Sohan's shaft, squeezing to stave off release. 'Not yet. I want you desperate.' He drove deeper, angling to ram the prostate, Sohan's moans turning to sobs of overwhelmed bliss. Sweat slicked their skin, the room filling with the slap of flesh and ragged breaths.
As Ansh neared his peak, he straightened, gripping the leash to arch Sohan's back. 'Gonna fill you up—mark you inside.' With a final, grinding thrust, he came, hot spurts flooding Sohan's ass, pulsing deep. Sohan clenched, his own orgasm crashing without permission, cum shooting onto the cushions in thick ropes.
Ansh pulled out slowly, watching his seed leak from the puffy hole. He slapped Sohan's ass once, then turned him around, forcing the spent cock back into Sohan's mouth. 'Clean me.' Sohan licked obediently, tasting their mixed release, until Ansh was satisfied.
Panting, Ansh sat back, pulling Sohan onto his lap. The younger man curled against him, still trembling. 'You're progressing well, pet. But to really lock in your training, I want that cock cage on you. Chastity—your orgasms are mine to control. No more spilling without begging.'
Sohan's eyes widened in shock, body going rigid. The idea hit like cold water—his cock locked away, straining uselessly while Ansh used him freely. 'M-Master... a cage? I... I don't know if I can handle that.' His voice cracked, a mix of fear and forbidden thrill flickering in his gaze.
Ansh's lips curled into a predatory smile as he watched Sohan's body tense, the boy's fear mingling with that delicious spark of arousal. He reached out, grabbing Sohan's chin firmly to tilt his face up, forcing those wide eyes to meet his own. 'Oh, pup, you can handle it. You'll learn to crave it. Come here.' Ansh pulled Sohan closer by the collar around his neck, guiding him to the laptop on the desk where the screen glowed with an array of chastity devices. The room smelled of sweat and leather from their earlier session, the air thick with anticipation.
Ansh scrolled through the options, his free hand casually resting on Sohan's thigh, fingers digging in just enough to remind him of his place. 'Look at these, boy. This one's a basic metal cage—solid, no escape, with a ring that locks around your balls to keep everything in check.' He clicked on the image, zooming in on the cold steel bars that would encase a cock, the lock glinting mockingly. 'Feels heavy, pulls on you with every step. What do you think? Too much for a beginner like you?'
Sohan's breath hitched, his caged imagination already stirring his dick despite the fear. He leaned in, voice barely above a whisper. 'I-It looks... tight, Master. Like it would hurt if I got hard.'
Ansh chuckled, low and dark, scrolling to the next. 'This pink silicone one—lighter, more discreet under clothes. Curves to fit your pathetic little cock, but the spikes inside? They'll dig in if you try to swell up. Perfect for college, where you can't hide a boner.' He squeezed Sohan's thigh harder, thumb brushing near his groin. 'Like that? Or too girly for my pup?'
Sohan's cheeks flushed, a shiver running through him. 'The spikes... that sounds painful, but... I don't know, Master. Maybe the metal one? It feels more... permanent.' His voice trembled, the thrill winning over the terror as he imagined Ansh holding the key.
Ansh nodded approvingly, selecting a third option—a sleek black plastic device with a urethral insert for extra control. 'This one's advanced. The tube goes right into your piss slit, so you can't even get fully hard without agony. And the base ring separates your balls, makes them bulge out nice and vulnerable.' He turned to Sohan, eyes locking on. 'Pick one, pup. Tell me which cage you want locking your cock away for me.'
After a moment's hesitation, Sohan pointed to the metal one. 'That one, Master. The heavy one. I... I want to feel it all the time.'
'Good boy.' Ansh added it to the cart, entering his details swiftly. The order confirmation pinged: delivery in three days. He closed the laptop with a snap, turning fully to Sohan. 'Until then, we start your real training. No more free rides for that ass of yours.' Ansh shoved Sohan onto the bed face-down, yanking his pants down to expose his bare cheeks. The boy's hole twitched in anticipation, still loose from previous poundings.
Ansh grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand, slicking his fingers before plunging two into Sohan's ass without warning. He twisted them deep, scissoring to stretch the tight ring. 'Relax, pup. Your hole's mine to train—gonna make it gape for my cock.' Sohan gasped, pushing back instinctively as Ansh added a third finger, pumping in and out with rough thrusts. The wet squelch filled the room, Sohan's moans muffled into the pillow.
Pulling his fingers free, Ansh fetched a thick plug from his drawer—a black silicone monster, ridged and flared at the base. He coated it generously, then pressed the tip against Sohan's entrance. 'Breathe, boy. Take it all.' He shoved it in steadily, watching the ridges pop past the rim one by one until the base seated flush against Sohan's cheeks. Sohan whimpered, his body clenching around the invasion, ass cheeks quivering.
But Ansh wasn't done. He flipped Sohan onto his back, spreading his legs wide. Sohan's cock lay half-hard on his stomach, balls loose beneath. Ansh smirked, retrieving a length of soft rope from his toy box. 'Time to bind that useless dick and those balls. No touching, no relief— just like the cage will be.' He looped the rope around the base of Sohan's cock and balls together, pulling tight to cinch them into a bulging package. The knots secured everything, forcing the skin to stretch taut, Sohan's dick trapped upright and immobile, balls squeezed below.
'Test it,' Ansh ordered, slapping the bound package lightly. Sohan yelped, the sting shooting through him, his cock twitching futilely against the ropes. 'This stays on. You're going to college like this tomorrow—sit through lectures with your junk tied up, leaking pre-cum into your pants. And when you need to piss? Sit down like a good girl, aim carefully so it doesn't spray everywhere. Never untie it without my permission. Understand?'
Sohan nodded frantically, eyes glazed with submission. 'Y-Yes, Master. I'll... I'll wear it all day.' The thought made his bound cock throb harder, the ropes biting in as arousal built with no outlet.
Ansh leaned down, capturing Sohan's lips in a bruising kiss, tongue invading his mouth while his hand palmed the plug, twisting it deeper. 'That's my pup. Three days until the cage locks you away for good. Until then, every night, I'll fuck this ass raw and leave you tied, begging.' He pulled back, admiring his handiwork—the ropes hugging Sohan's genitals, the plug stretching his hole, the boy's body trembling on the edge.
The next morning, Sohan dressed carefully, the ropes chafing with every movement as he pulled on his jeans. The bulge was subtle but constant, a secret torment under his college hoodie. Ansh watched from the door, key to the eventual cage dangling from his neck like a promise. 'Go learn, pup. Think of me owning you with every squirm.' Sohan left, the plug shifting inside him as he walked to class, the binding pulling tighter, forcing him to sit gingerly in his seat. Lectures dragged, his mind foggy with need, piss breaks a humiliating ordeal in the stall—sitting, dick tied and dribbling into the bowl. By afternoon, pre-cum soaked his underwear, but he didn't dare adjust, Ansh's rules echoing in his head.
That evening, back in the dorm, Ansh was waiting. 'Strip and bend over,' he commanded, eyes hungry. Sohan obeyed, presenting his bound cock and plugged ass. Ansh untied the ropes just enough to free his hole, then rammed his thick cock inside without prep, the lube from the plug easing the way. He pounded relentlessly, balls slapping against Sohan's, grunting as he claimed the tight heat. 'Your ass milks me so good, pup. Cum from this—prove you're my hole.' Sohan cried out, prostate battered until orgasm ripped through him, spilling untouched onto the sheets while Ansh filled his guts with hot seed.
Re-tying the ropes tighter, Ansh patted Sohan's ass. 'Two more days. Wear it prouder tomorrow.' The training intensified each night—deeper plugs, longer bindings, Ansh's cock stretching him until he gaped, always left denied and desperate. College became a haze of discreet agony, Sohan's submission deepening with every tied, plugged step.
Ansh's eyes gleamed with wicked amusement as he finished re-tying the ropes around Sohan's cock and balls, the knots pulling everything snug and exposed. He stepped back, admiring the way the binding made Sohan's dick stand rigid and denied, veins bulging against the restraint. 'One more thing, pup,' Ansh said, his voice a low rumble. He traced a finger along the edge of Sohan's jeans, which were pulled halfway down his thighs. 'From tomorrow, no underwear for you. You'll go only in your pants—since that little cock of yours won't be getting hard enough to cause trouble.' He winked, the gesture laced with mockery, as he slapped Sohan's bound package one last time, drawing a sharp gasp from the boy. 'It'll rub right against the fabric all day, reminding you who's in control. Now, sleep with the plug in and these ropes on. Dream of the cage.'
Sohan whimpered, nodding as he pulled up his pants over the bindings, the rough denim scraping against his sensitive skin. The plug shifted inside his ass with every movement, a constant pressure that kept him on edge. He curled up on the bed, body aching from the evening's fuck, mind swirling with the new rule. No underwear—his tied dick and balls directly against his jeans, exposed to every shift and stride. The thought sent a futile throb through his groin, the ropes biting deeper.
The next morning dawned with Sohan waking to the insistent tug of the bindings. He carefully untied just enough to piss, sitting on the toilet as ordered, the stream dribbling awkwardly from his restricted cock. Re-tying it took shaky hands, but he managed, then stripped off his underwear entirely before sliding into fresh jeans. The fabric hugged his bound genitals immediately, the seam pressing into his balls, his dick outlined faintly against the zipper. No boxers to cushion—every step would chafe, every sit would grind. He tugged on a loose shirt, grabbed his backpack, and headed to college, the plug nestled deep in his ass, making his walk a subtle sway.
Classes blurred into a torment of sensation. In his first lecture, Sohan shifted in his seat, the ropes pulling taut as he crossed his legs, denim rasping over his exposed skin. Pre-cum leaked steadily, soaking a dark patch into the crotch of his pants, the wetness cooling against his thighs. He clenched around the plug during a boring history prof's drone, the fullness making his hole pulse, but his cock stayed trapped, swelling just enough to strain the bindings without relief. Lunch was worse—sitting at a crowded cafeteria table, friends chatting obliviously while the friction from crossing his legs sent jolts through his balls. He excused himself to the bathroom twice, not to touch but to adjust the plug discreetly, fingers brushing his tied dick through the fabric, which only heightened the ache.
Afternoon labs required standing for hours, the jeans riding up, seam digging into his ass crack around the plug's base. Sweat beaded under his clothes, mixing with the slick from his leaking tip, making everything sticky and raw. By the time the final bell rang, Sohan's legs trembled, his mind foggy with denied need. He walked home slowly, each stride rubbing his bound cock against the denim, balls bouncing lightly in their squeeze. The secret humiliation burned—knowing he was tied, plugged, and bare under his pants, just another college kid on the surface.
Ansh arrived home shortly after, kicking the door shut behind him with a grin. He dropped his bag and pulled Sohan into the living room by the collar hidden under his shirt. 'How was your day, pup? Tell me everything—every squirm, every leak, every time you thought of my rules.' Ansh pushed Sohan onto the couch, straddling his lap to pin him down, hands roaming over the boy's chest as he waited.
Sohan flushed, voice breathy as he recounted it all. 'It... it started in the shower, Master. Tying myself back up, the ropes so tight around my dick and balls. Then pulling on just the jeans—no underwear, like you said. The fabric stuck right to my skin, rough against the bindings. Walking to class, every step made my cock rub the zipper, and the plug... it pushed deeper with the motion, making me clench.' He paused, hips twitching under Ansh's weight. 'In lecture, I couldn't sit still. The ropes pulled when I shifted, and pre-cum just kept dripping, soaking through. I felt it wet between my legs, cold and sticky. Lunch was hell—friends around, laughing, while my balls ached from the squeeze, denim grinding them.'
Ansh's cock hardened in his pants as he listened, nodding encouragingly. 'Go on, boy. The bathroom? The standing?'
'Yeah,' Sohan continued, eyes downcast but voice gaining heat. 'Pissed sitting twice, aiming my tied dick into the bowl—it dribbled everywhere, messy. In lab, standing so long, the seam rode up my ass, pressing the plug's base. Sweat made it worse, everything chafing my bare skin. By end of day, my pants were damp at the crotch, and I walked home throbbing, thinking of you owning me like this. It hurt, Master, but... I wanted more.'
'Good pup,' Ansh growled, grinding down once before standing. He yanked Sohan's shirt off, then unbuttoned his jeans, peeling them down to reveal the bound cock and balls, red from a day's friction, tip glistening. The plug's base peeked from between his cheeks. 'Time to reward that honesty with some real training. First, CBT—cock and ball torture. Your junk's been teased all day; now it'll suffer for me.' Ansh fetched a small leather paddle from his drawer, along with weights and clamps. He untied the ropes slowly, letting Sohan's dick spring free, half-hard and veiny from neglect.
Starting gentle, Ansh slapped the paddle lightly against Sohan's balls, the thwack echoing as the boy yelped, legs spreading wider on the couch. 'Feel that sting, pup? Builds your tolerance.' He increased the force, alternating slaps to the sack and the shaft, watching it redden and twitch. Sohan's hands gripped the cushions, moans mixing pain and pleasure. Next, Ansh clipped weighted clamps to Sohan's nipples, then to the scrotum skin, the pull stretching his balls downward. 'Hang there while I tug.' He yanked the chain connecting them, balls elongating, cock leaking anew. For the finale, Ansh wrapped a thin cord around the base of Sohan's cock, tying it off tight before flicking the head repeatedly with his fingers, the sharp pain making Sohan buck.
'Enough for now,' Ansh said, removing the toys but leaving the skin tender and marked. 'Next, gag training. Open wide.' He grabbed a red ball gag from the shelf, the rubber sphere gleaming. Strapping it behind Sohan's head, he buckled it firm, drool already pooling at the corners of the boy's mouth. 'Your mouth's mine too—no talking back, just taking it.' Ansh tested by shoving two fingers past the ball, into Sohan's throat, making him gag and choke, eyes watering. He pulled out, then replaced with a larger ring gag, forcing Sohan's jaws apart. 'Suck on this while I face-fuck you later. Train that throat to relax.' Drool spilled freely now, Sohan's muffled whimpers filling the room as Ansh adjusted the straps, ensuring no escape.
Finally, Ansh removed the gag, wiping Sohan's chin with his thumb. 'Ever heard of wax training, pup? Hot candle dripping on your skin—burns just right, seals your submission.' Sohan shook his head, panting. 'N-No, Master. Sounds... intense.'
'Get one,' Ansh ordered, pointing to the kitchen. Sohan stumbled naked to fetch a plain white pillar candle, handing it over with trembling fingers. Ansh lit it with a match, the flame dancing as he held it above Sohan's chest. 'We'll start slow—drops on your nipples, your thighs, maybe that sensitive cock if you're good.' The first drip fell, hot wax splattering Sohan's pec, hardening instantly. Sohan hissed, arching, but Ansh held him down. 'Breathe through it. Builds endurance for what's coming.' More drops followed—trailing down his abs, pooling around his navel, the heat searing then cooling into a tight shell.
As the candle burned lower, Ansh extinguished it, setting it aside. He pulled Sohan close, voice dropping to a serious tone. 'Remember, our parents return from their trip after another week. That means we ramp this up—cage arrives soon, and you'll be locked, trained, and obedient before they walk in the door. No slip-ups, pup. You're mine until then, and beyond.' Sohan nodded, body marked with wax flecks and CBT bruises, ass still plugged, the day's torments blending into eager surrender.
That night, after the wax cooled on Sohan's skin and the echoes of his muffled gags faded, Ansh untied the last of the restraints, leaving only the plug buried deep in Sohan's ass. The room smelled of sweat, wax, and lingering arousal, the air thick with their shared heat. Ansh stripped off his own clothes, his toned body gleaming under the dim lamp—broad shoulders, ripped abs, and a thick cock hanging heavy between his legs. 'Come to my bed, pup,' he commanded, voice rough from the day's dominance. 'Sleep with me only, naked. No covers between us, just skin on skin.'
Sohan nodded eagerly, shedding his remaining clothes if any lingered, his body marked with red welts from the paddle, clamps, and hot drips. He followed Ansh to the master bedroom, the plug shifting with each step, a reminder of his submission. They slid under the sheets together, bodies pressing close in the king-sized bed. Ansh lay on his back, one arm draped over Sohan's shoulders, pulling him in. Sohan sighed, his hand roaming freely over his brother's chest, tracing the hard ridges of muscle, fingers dipping into the valleys of Ansh's abs, then lower to stroke the firm thighs. The touch was reverent, exploratory, Sohan marveling at the power coiled in Ansh's frame, his own cock twitching softly against Ansh's hip.
Ansh turned his head, eyes searching Sohan's face in the low light. 'You okay with all this, boy? The training, the pain, the rules—CBT, gags, wax, the cage coming. Want to change anything, or go as it is?' His voice held a rare softness, concern flickering beneath the command.
Sohan met his gaze, hand pausing on Ansh's pec, thumb circling a nipple. 'Everything's fine, Master. No changes needed—I don't want any. I'm loving it, all of it. The roughness, the control... make it tougher, rougher. Push me harder. You shouldn't worry; this is what I crave. Own me completely.' He leaned in, lips brushing Ansh's jaw. 'Right now, I want you to side fuck me—grab my balls while you thrust deep. And after, keep your dick inside me all night while we sleep. Fill me, stay buried.'
Ansh's eyes darkened with hunger, a growl rumbling in his throat. 'That's my eager pup.' He rolled them slightly, positioning Sohan on his side facing away, spooning tight against his back. Ansh's cock hardened fast, pressing insistent against Sohan's ass cheek. One hand snaked around to grip Sohan's balls, fingers wrapping firm around the tender sack, squeezing just enough to make Sohan gasp and arch. 'These are mine to hold while I breed you.' With his free hand, Ansh guided his thick cock to Sohan's hole, the plug still in place. He tugged it out roughly, the pop echoing, leaving Sohan empty and clenching.
No lube, no prep—Ansh spat on his palm, slicking his shaft once before pushing the head past Sohan's rim. The stretch burned, Sohan biting his lip as inches sank in, Ansh's hips snapping forward to bury fully. 'Take it, boy,' Ansh grunted, hand tightening on the balls, rolling them in his palm, tugging downward to heighten the fullness. He started thrusting from the side, cock pistoning deep, balls slapping against Sohan's with each rough drive. The angle hit Sohan's prostate hard, sparks shooting through him, his own dick leaking onto the sheets, trapped and denied.
Ansh fucked relentlessly, breath hot on Sohan's neck, free hand pinning his hip to control the pace. 'Feel me owning this ass? Gripping your nuts while I pound.' Sohan moaned, pushing back, the ball-squeeze sending jolts of pain-pleasure up his spine, mixing with the brutal slide of cock in his guts. Sweat slicked their bodies, Ansh's toned chest sliding against Sohan's back, muscles flexing with every thrust. He ramped up, hips slamming faster, hand yanking Sohan's balls in rhythm, until his own release hit—cock pulsing, flooding Sohan's hole with hot cum, marking him inside.
Panting, Ansh didn't pull out. He stayed lodged deep, softening slightly but plugging the load in place. His grip on Sohan's balls loosened to a possessive hold, arm wrapping around to keep him close. 'Sleep like this, pup—my dick in your ass, my hand on your junk. All night.' Sohan whimpered in bliss, body relaxing into the fullness, the reassurance of Ansh's dominance lulling him. They drifted off entwined, naked and connected, the week's torments just beginning.
