The tests came back negative for both of us, giving Dario the potential to use me however he pleased.
He hadn’t done anything new to me. He’d inspected my body every single day, shaved me, edged me, but didn’t let me cum. He also fucked me a couple of times, though I felt the condom did a good job at keeping his needs in check.
As I crossed the threshold, I undressed and grabbed the collar hanging on the coat rack, fastening it around my neck as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Wearing clothes had become foreign, and not being collared made me feel more naked than when I was free-balling around the apartment.
“You’ve been very obedient since moving in,” Dario told me, kissing my cheek and cupping my balls. “Things are going to get a bit rougher from now on, slave.”
My cock swelled, the fingers squeezing my nuts, careful but firm. My breath caught in my throat as the pressure increased. Then, Dario tickled me with the tips of his fingers, enough to steal a laugh from me.
He smiled.
“I can handle it, master,” I said, “I can handle it rough.”
I’d come to refer to him as such, Master, though I still thought of him as Dario more often than not in my mind. It was all an experiment after all, equally beneficial, and I knew that if it became too extreme, I could leave.
Would I have the courage to?
I wasn’t so sure.
He gently squeezed my pecs, pinched my nipples a bit harder, and sucked on my neck until he left a mark. Many hickeys had bloomed over my body, silent claims that were part of my daily routine. The smell of sweat, my own and his, aroused me, and I instinctively leaned into his touch.
Who would’ve thought I’d be tamed, so quickly?
Pleasing got me high; I was hardwired for it.
A pang of shame tried to creep its way up, but I choked it into submission.
Dario kept on manhandling me. He motioned me toward his bedroom, which I had only glimpsed through the cracked-open door. I had been given my own room, a large queen-size bed with linens softer than anything I’d had the pleasure to sleep in in my short life.
Luxury felt good, and that’s one thing I would miss when I left.
Not that I was doing this for the money, or in the hope of making Dario my daddy.
Even if Daddy Dario had a nice ring to it.
I smirked, and Dario noticed.
“What is it?” He asked sweetly, dragging me along by holding my hand.
From time to time, the mask he wore as a dominant slipped, and he allowed me to take a peek at his private self. One I had yet to fully understand. Someone who might be softer, who yearned for more than domination.
“Nothing,” I blushed and, without a filter, said, “I just imagined myself calling you Daddy Dario.”
He laughed, wiping little tears from the corner of his eyes, “Dio, I’m not that old. I’m only thirty-two.”
“I know, I know,” I said, bumping into him as he stopped. “So, you prefer master?”
He stared at me, his lips twitching and uncertain. “For now, we agreed on being playmates, not boyfriends.”
That stung, my insides twisting as my cock went down.
“Oh baby,” he continued, “It’s not a bad thing. Let’s not rush things, relationships demand work. It’s way too early to ask the hard questions. Moreover,” he licked his gorgeous, pink lips. “I need to train you to see if you’d be fit for long-term use.”
Use.
I was a toy, that settled it. My back straightened, and I held my head higher while keeping my eyes on the floor. “I will serve you as long as you’ll have me, master.”
“Good slave,” Dario chuckled, opening the door to his room wider. “Here’s where the magic happens.”
Chains and leather restraints were attached to the bedposts. The bedframe was sturdy hardwood, and instead of luxurious sheets, I found a plain white mattress topper. The windows were closed, and the AC unit kept the temperature right.
Next to me, Dario began to undress, and as he was down four buttons, he spread his arms and exposed his hairy chest under his pale, blue shirt.
“Take off my clothes,” he commanded me.
I took my time, admiring his tanned skin and the flex of his muscles. I planted kisses over his shoulders, his neck, and did my best not to grab my leaking dick. There was one thing that could warrant severe punishment: using my own body without Dario’s permission.
That included wanking off, fingering my hole, and most of all, cumming.
But after days of denial, disobeying seemed worth it.
I tried to hump into Dario, thinking it’d be an excusable slip-up.
Immediately, my hips were forced away, and he grabbed me by the balls.
“What was that, slave?”
“Sorry, master,” I winced, grabbing his wrist as I glanced at him with tears welling in my eyes. “I thought…”
“What did you think? That this would be acceptable?” He sneered. “That’s disappointing, boy, you were doing so well.”
“I won’t do it again, please, sir, don’t throw me out!” I begged.
Genuine fear constricted my heart. I saw myself on the street, backpack weighing me down, alone. Only because of a stupid mistake.
“I won’t,” Dario assured me, easing his hold. “But you have to be punished.”
“Yes,” I nodded frantically, “I’ll take it, master!”
More precum oozed out of my hard cock, and I nestled my head against Master’s neck. I memorized his smell, the expensive, woodsy perfume permeated with the faint scent of sweat. He smelled like summer.
I didn’t want to leave that behind, not yet, maybe never.
How can you be so deep already, I told myself. It’s fucking ridiculous.
But to hell with it. I jumped on Dario and kissed him roughly. “Punish me, master, I deserve it.”
“You do,” Dario replied, breathless.
His bulge was warm in my hand, and soon he was as naked as I was. His foreskin retracted over his glans, and I began to get to my knees.
A hand grabbed my chin. “On the bed, on your belly.”
I sank into the mattress, spreading my legs and arms, knowing that the restraints weren’t for show.
I focused on Dario’s scent as he strapped me down, my manhood trapped between my abs and the bed. I kept myself from grinding my hips; I was already in too much trouble to pull another stunt.
“You should see yourself,” Dario whispered in my ear. “You know what a riding crop is?”
“Yes, master.”
“You’re going to see what they feel like then,” Dario explained, slapping my ass harshly with the palm of his large hand. “I want to see how much pain you can take. This is a test. If it’s too much, use your safeword.”
Phoenix, the safeword I had chosen on one of our late-night talks.
“Phoenix,” I said.
“Yes, and don’t try to take too much at first. We will build up your stamina over time, okay?”
“Yes,” I answered, relaxing under the hand massaging my back.
The warmth was welcome, the pressure grounding. No matter my strength or my size, I wouldn’t be able to wiggle my way out. But Dario had me.
He was a good, caring master.
I was going to show him I was a good boy.
My pleasure, my pain, my moans and tears belonged to him. I didn’t need to be strong for once; I only had to endure. No decisions to make, no choices that’d take me somewhere dark.
I sighed, “Thank you.”
“Didn’t hear you!” Dario said loudly, testing a long, black whip in his hand.
The slapping sound caused me to jump. “Thank you, master,” I repeated a bit louder.
“For what?”
“For taking me in,” I buried my face into the mattress.
“You’re welcome, my boy.” Dario landed one soft blow on my ass with the crop; the burn felt good, and barely got a whimper out of me. “I didn’t intend on punishing you, you know. Only on fucking you raw, like the good slut you are.”
I shivered and moaned when he landed another blow. “Thank you, sir!”
“See, you’re so fucking eager it’s almost embarrassing, I bet your cock’s so wet right now.”
The hardest blow of all stung my left ass cheek, and another landed on my right. I yelped through gritted teeth and uttered a shy thank you, master.
“I’ll be nice this time. Count as I punish you. If you skip one blow. We start over,” he explained ominously.
“I understand, master.”
I took a deep breath and remembered the times I had gotten punched or slapped for being a douche. I did it not only as a way to cope, but also to tell myself that the riding crop wouldn’t be that terrible. But also to remind myself that this punishment had been a long time coming.
I fancied myself a bad boy, and now I was getting retribution for it.
The riding crop bit into my ass until it became unbearable. I had counted up to fifteen, and Dario was still expertly beating me. Each number I screamed was punctuated by groans and grunts. I tried to set myself free, pulled on my bonds, but failed.
Under me, my cock betrayed me. Pleasure was more powerful than pain, and I could feel it grow thicker.
At the twentieth blow, Dario was breathing hard, almost as much as me. The protective cover was drenched in sweat. Some got into my eyes, and I wiped my forehead on the mattress.
The crop dropped to the ground, and I felt the weight of a warm, sweaty body beside me. Afterward, a hand began massaging my buttocks, and wet lips kissed my back.
“How are you feeling?”
“I-I… I don’t think I’ll be able to sit properly today, sir,” I sniffled, hoping my red face was still pleasant.
“Amore, I’m not done with you.” Dario used his thumb and forefinger to open my ass and reveal my tenderized hole. “Still sensitive from yesterday?”
“Yes, master,” I quivered. “But I want you to breed me, as you promised.”
“Why do you want to be bred by daddy so bad?”
Daddy?
My dick pulsed underneath me.
“Because I want daddy to claim me as his property.”
He chuckled, “Your master will.” Dario cruelly slapped my ass one last time.
I yelped in surprise and hid my shameful face.
I wondered what my former teammates would think of me if they saw me like this. It was the first time since moving in that the urge to break free dawned on me. I wasn’t only bound physically, I was also bound mentally.
I frowned, annoyed at myself for even caring about these boys who’d turned away the moment my father broke me beyond repair.
Submission was salvation.
Dario was still a stranger, but he had always been careful to set down the rules. He’d never done anything that went against my will.
The burn in my ass had turned into a soothing reminder that I didn’t need to hide anymore.
“How many slaves did you train?” I asked.
“Huh, I…” Dario paused, stroking my back for long seconds before speaking again, “I kinda lost count.”
He laughed. I noticed a slight blush on his cheeks. When he saw I was staring, he turned away.
“I’m fine with that,” I stated, wanting to reassure him. “Just curious.”
Dario lay on top of me, his thick, uncut cock lodged between my ass cheeks. “Each boy I’ve had taught me something. I wonder what you’ll teach me.”
“Something valuable, I hope,” I responded, my brain racing toward the word love too fast.
Obsession wouldn’t be a good look, so I kept it in thoughts.
“I’m sure you will,” Dario replied, descending lower and lower until I felt his tongue pressing against my exposed asshole. “You taste so sweet,” he told me between licks.
I had never had my ass eaten, and the twirls of tongue and the saliva slicking me down there felt better than expected. My cock throbbed, and Dario mercifully tugged it down so it’d lie flush against the mattress, frenulum facing him so he could give it a lick here and there.
My breathing was labored, and I did my best to arch my back so Dario could eat me out easily.
“Fuck me, fuck me,” I begged him as he tortured me with his mouth.
“You’re ready for your first breeding?”
“I am!” I groaned, thrusting into his hand.
His warm cockhead lined itself with my loosened hole, and slowly, he breached me. No condom, only skin. I imagined his foreskin unfurling to reveal his huge cockhead. He was halfway in when I realized he hadn’t used any lube.
Yet, he glided into me nearly painlessly, even though I was still raw from the fucking I’d gotten the day before. The sensitivity was good, but the feeling of cock inside me simmered uncomfortably. I hissed, and Dario stopped.
“Are you okay?” He asked, backing away a little.
“I’m good, add more spit,” I said. “It’s a bit dry at the edges.”
He spat straight on my hole, and again on his cock, and eased himself in again. His bush pushed into my ass, and he stayed buried at the hilt for a long moment, thrusting into me in slow motion. His lips reached my ear, and he nibbled on it before pressing them on the back of my neck. I wiggled my ass to tease him, and prayed for a rough pounding.
I found pain was something I liked, in measured touches.
Maybe that’s why I’d always been so eager to throw punches and receive them.
I couldn’t really tell the difference from the times Dario had worn a condom, but knowing that he was having me raw was enough to make me spurt continuously. I grabbed the bed cover and relaxed, so he could slide into me unopposed.
Taking this as an invitation, Dario was quick to pound me down violently. A sheen of sweat covered both our bodies, and the constant slapping of skin turned us feral in a few short minutes. I did not care for the neighbors; let them hear us fuck. Let them hear me moan and beg.
Hell, if my teammates had been there, I’d gladly have let them watch me get owned.
Pride wrapped me in a hug.
Master had chosen me.
I clenched around him.
“Porco dio!” Dario hissed, “You’re going to make me cum.”
I clenched harder; the hurt was worth it.
“Fuck, fuck!” Dario kept saying.
Then, warmth flooded me. Relentlessly, Dario drilled into me and planted his delicious seed deeper and deeper. My inner walls were slick with his cum, and though I was on the brink of cumming myself, I knew that without a helping hand, it would be impossible.
I enjoyed the feeling of Dario’s juice shifting inside me, and my hole sang for him as he pulled out.
“Shit, so loose, slaveboy,” he said, opening up my hole. “Push it out.”
I did as I was told and emptied myself, to Dario’s delight. Then, he unbound my ankles and wrists, and he sat behind me, cradling me.
We were both soaked and disgusting. But his scent acted as the best aphrodisiac. The bitter taste of sweat on my lips and the feeling of his damp chest against my back didn’t help calm my painful erection.
My cockhead was red, smeared with precum.
Dario scooped some of his seed and used it as lube to jerk me off.
“Are you going to cum for me?”
“Yeah, yes, master,” I panted.
With his other hand, he pulled on my collar, choking me a little. “It’d be easier with a leash.”
“Do you have one?” I asked, my Adam’s apple compressed.
“I do, cum for me and I’ll show it to you,” Dario offered cheekily.
I was close. Cum was coming up my shaft.
I was at the point of no return.
“Can I cum, sir?” I pleaded. “Please!”
“You wanna cum now? Really?” Dario asked, probably feeling I was about to lose my shit.
“Yes, master, please may I cum!”
“You may cum,” he kissed my cheek.
I erupted.
Jets of cum painted my smooth abs and splattered my face. I had a hard time breathing as Dario polished my head post-orgasm. I attempted to wriggle my way out of his grasp, but he locked me in place with his thighs.
“It feels good, until it doesn’t,” he purred to me, and stopped.
“Thank you, master,” I said, throwing my head back. “It was amazing.”
Cum was still dribbling out of my hole, and Dario couldn’t help but stick his fingers back in.
“I stretched you out so well, I…” He hesitated, fingering me in circular motions. “You’re very handsome.”
“You’re sweet,” I told him, flushing red. “You’re gorgeous, too.”
He kissed my nape and angled me so he could continue with my lips. “You’re really good at this.”
“Getting fucked?”
“Giving up control,” he smiled, eyes soft and almost loving. “I’m glad I followed you by the sea.”
I elbowed him. “Master, so you stalked me?”
“Maybe a little,” he laughed. “I wouldn’t have done anything if you hadn’t been interested.”
“That’s why I’m giving myself to you,” I took his hand and kissed it. “Because you ask how I’m doing.”
I let myself go for a moment, and right before falling asleep, I asked him, “Next time, could you push me to my limits?”
He looked at me, his eyebrows furrowed. “How far?”
“Until I scream my safeword.”
He stared some more and hugged me tighter. “We’ll see.”
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