Jordan
The movie they watched was lame, but Jordan didn’t care. All that mattered was that he could lie next to Miles and enjoy the feeling of his fingers playing with his hair.
“I really want to do it,” Jordan said with a hoarse voice.
“What did you say?” Miles asked, groggy with sleep.
“The piercing, I want to do it,” Jordan repeated, “I want to remember you when you’re gone… But I also want to prove that I’m serious about us.”
Miles stayed painfully silent.
“The whole bet thing was a fun idea, but I shouldn’t have taken you as far as I did, as quickly as I did.”
Jordan tried to find excuses. He pushed Miles because he knew he could take it. He could see the hunger in his eyes. But in the end, he closed his mouth and smelled the fabric of Miles’s gray joggers while hugging his legs tighter.
“I think,” Jordan heard Miles swallowing and sighing, “Maybe we could try to make this work.”
Jordan sprang up. “Really?”
“Calm down,” Miles said. “We’ve only known each other for a little while, and even if you’re hot… You scared the shit out of me.”
“I’m sorry, so sorry… I really thought you enjoyed it.” Jordan looked down.
“I did, but it doesn’t mean you didn’t rack my brain. I wasn’t ready to accept who I am, and you forced it out of me violently. I wish you’d have done things differently… I’d have come around eventually. But I want you to be more gentle, a more gentle…” Miles paused again and whispered, “master.”
“You want me to be a gentle dom?”
“Not always, but I want you to be a good boyfriend, and a master who hears what his submissive has to say.”
“Communication,” Jordan said clearly.
“Yes.”
“I vow to…”
“You vow?” Miles chuckled.
“Shut up,” Jordan laughed. “Yes, I vow to train you… and to respect your boundaries. I promise that I won’t do anything to hurt you, unless you ask me to, and that we will discuss the kinks of our relationship before trying something new.”
“Why do you want me so bad?”
“I told you, I can’t explain it.”
And it was the truth. Jordan couldn’t find an entirely submissive guy. Someone who had eyes only for him. The fact that Miles hadn’t wanted him that way in the beginning made him worth it. His scars were delectable. It might not be the healthiest reason, but Jordan wanted to wrap those scars in bandages of his own making. He wanted to cradle Miles until he fully enjoyed himself as a man, as a submissive.
He’d be there every step of the way, and he wanted Miles to help him become more aware of his shortcomings.
Jordan sought Miles out because he represented salvation.
A shot at love.
“I want to heal you, and I want you to heal me,” Jordan said.
For a moment, he felt tears pooling in his eyes, but he forced them back.
Miles
“I’m just so fucking weak for you,” Miles confessed, “I should fucking hate you. I wanted to punish you so bad, and look at me. I’m ready to give in to you, again!”
His laugh was hollow. Was it so easy for him to turn into everything he’d tried to ignore for years? Especially for the man who’d so willingly introduced him to the world of domination and submission without as much as a gentle introduction.
Fuck me.
It had all been his fault, too. He had agreed to the bet. An adult man who could have backed away from the deal at any time chose to be trained as a submissive, even though he had barely even thought about it before. Not everything was on Jordan, and pretending the contrary tugged at Miles’s edges now. His breathing quickened, his skin flushed with anger and shame. He had put himself there, and he’d tried to pin everything on the man he’d been thirsting after.
All in all, it was unfair to Jordan. They were both fucked up in their own way.
Miles chuckled darkly and turned back to stare at Jordan, who was sitting patiently on the couch, staring at his hands.
“Do you mean what you just said? That our little power play stays in the bedroom. That we’d be equals in everything else?” Miles squinted and crossed his arms over his beefy chest.
“I meant every single word,” Jordan grinned. “But I’d still be in control of you when we fuck. I know you’ve tried your best, but you’re not nearly sadistic enough to make me beg. Maybe a little, but not as well as I make you squeal.”
Miles felt his ears heat up, and the slight blush on his cheeks and the smile that spread on his lips showed his true colors.
He made for a poor master, true. But he still needed to fuck Jordan from time to time.
“You can boss me around,” Miles concurred, and then he walked slowly toward Jordan. “But I get to fuck you every week, too. My dick needs it, I want to breed your hole, and I want you to tell me how much you enjoy it.”
“Only if I get to punish you after,” Jordan replied with a vicious smirk.
It sent jolts of pleasure down Miles’s crotch, but he ignored his hardening cock. “How would you do that?”
“We’d review the terms of your punishment every time, I promise,” Jordan said sincerely. He grabbed his caged cock. “You’ll get unlimited access to this.”
“Okay,” Miles smiled. “But you get caged every October.”
“And you don’t get to cum in November,” Jordan fought back, grabbing Miles’s arms so their bodies would crash against one another. “Deal?”
“Deal!” Miles replied, his thoughts drifting back to the first time he caught Jordan naked in the showers.
He regretted the bet, because they shouldn’t have kicked off their relationship like that. And he still felt small when he thought of how easy it had been for Jordan to bend him to his will. But now, even if the future was a blurry mess, they’d agreed to… talk.
Miles realized he wasn’t a prisoner. He understood that Jordan hadn’t locked him in a dark cellar, but he had only opened the door to something new and exciting. It had been brutal, unnerving, but Miles had become stronger because of it. He knew what he needed and wanted, and he was ready to help Jordan figure out who he was as a dom while he figured himself out as a submissive.
“I don’t like pain,” Miles admitted. “Well, not harsh pain. I could deal with a little ball slapping from time to time, maybe even some sounding. But nothing as extreme as what you did to me before.”
Jordan wrapped his arms around Miles and hugged him close. “We don’t have to do it. I like it, but there are so many more ways I like to play with you.”
“Like whaaa…”
Jordan flipped Miles over and forced his ass up, pulling down his joggers. “Like this,” he stuck his tongue between Miles’s cheeks as he spread his ass open. “I love eating you out,” he then used his fingertips to stretch Miles open, and the sweet sensation made Miles moan like a slut. “See, you love it, too.”
“Fuck, Jordan,” Miles was lost. He’d wanted to leave Jordan, but in the end, he couldn’t quit him. “You’re my big boy?”
“Yes, sir!” He lapped at Miles’s hole once. “Are you my slave?”
“Yes, master!”
“Good boy, unlock me now!” Jordan was collected, his voice steady and commanding.
Miles shuddered, sinking to the floor to get on his knees. He had finally made his choice. Behind closed doors, he would be Jordan’s servant. Not only that, but he’d also be given special perks. He’d be rewarded for his loyalty, and all the things in between would make him happy, too.
His balls tightened as his cock throbbed. He bowed his head and slid the small chain from which the key of the chastity cage hung around his neck.
Jordan smiled and freed his cock with a click that sealed Miles’s fate. Jordan then threw the key on the cushions and did the same with the cage.
“Chastity play on October and November, is that right?” Jordan asked knowingly. “What do we do with all the months left on the calendar?”
Miles spread Jordan’s knees open, staring at his already hard cock with hunger in his eyes. He’d turned into a dick-craving slut, whose hole opened instinctively. He could feel he was ready to be taken. It’d be a tight fit, but he wanted to take Jordan right then and there.
“We fuck, you train me, you use me…” tentatively Miles added, “and if I’m a good boy, I’ll get to use you as well.”
“We should get back in the ring,” Jordan offered, grabbing Miles’s throat softly. “We haven’t been there in a while. We’re slacking.”
“Fuck me first,” Miles panted.
Swiftly, Jordan had Miles in position, chest pressed into the couch, ass ready to be claimed.
The press of Jordan’s cockhead against his hole was natural now, and Miles found that it was the only cock he truly needed. He arched his back, asking for a quick and rough fuck with moans that had him blushing with embarrassment.
“I knew I could turn you into an eager slut,” Jordan muttered in his ear before giving it a little nip with his teeth.
“Fuck, you did, sir,” Miles replied breathlessly.
Spit hit his hole, and a finger prepared him. Two fingers joined the party, and after that, a third finished opening him up.
SLAM! Jordan’s hips collided with Miles’s, who had no choice but to keep himself wide open so it’d hurt a little less. The agony was worth it; the feeling of Jordan drilling into him senselessly made Miles drip all over the couch like an eager whore in heat. He’d always been an eager bottom, deep down; his veiny, hard dick could prove it.
The way his asshole swallowed Jordan with an insatiable hunger proved it, too.
Miles bit into a pillow, and after a few more powerful thrusts, Jordan unloaded in him with a feral grunt. Afterward, he bit Miles’s neck hard enough to stake a claim on him. He didn’t break the skin, but Miles knew the sting meant his servitude was only starting.
“Can I cum?” he asked.
The kiss on his nape was the only answer he needed, and Miles jerked himself off to completion in only a few seconds.
“Quick on the trigger,” Jordan sneered.
“You didn’t last that long either!”
“Jerk,” Jordan stayed buried inside Miles and gave him a little thrust. “It’s all because of you.”
“Imagine how much more sensitive you’ll be once your cock gets pierced.”
Jordan remained silent for a moment and kissed Miles’s head. “Will you hold my hand when they do it?”
“Of course,” Miles replied, chuckling.
Full of cum and content with the risk he was taking, Jordan deserved a chance. In hindsight, he’d chosen to change his way rather quickly, all for Miles.
It must mean something, Miles thought, as he enjoyed the feeling of cock in his hole.
Jordan
The surgical gloves, the tables, and the smell of antiseptic made Jordan dizzy, but having Miles by his side grounded him. Their hands were joined together, and the room appeared slightly less menacing because of it.
Jordan was naked from the waist down, and his limp dick shivered as much as he did.
“You can still back out,” Miles told him.
“No,” Jordan grinned. “But I’d love for you to get a tattoo for me.”
“What would it say?”
“Jordan’s Slave.”
“Fuck,” Miles blushed and covered his face.
“You’re ready?” The piercer asked, holding a pointy needle in his hands.
Jordan nodded and crushed Miles’s hand a little.
The procedure began, the point of the needle was pressed against his cock, and in under a second, it went through his dick, from under his cockhead, and came out of his urethra.
Jordan let out a moan; the pain was sharp but not as terrible as he’d have thought. The burn set it, and Jordan stared deep into Miles’s beautiful eyes and breathed slowly.
It’s all worth it. All for him.
He felt the piercer fumbling with his dick, but didn’t dare look down. He kept his focus on Miles and the kind words he was uttering his way. You’re doing so good. Thank you for doing it.
Something filled the puncture made by the needle, and Jordan felt the weight of steel hanging from his dick.
“All done,” the piercer announced proudly. “Looks really good on you.”
“It does look great,” Miles agreed.
Only then did Jordan look down.
There was virtually no blood, but the shine of the Prince Albert ring coming out of his peehole seductively caught his attention. It was thick enough to be seen through the fabric of his clothes; he was sure of it.
He’d wear it with pride.
The pain lingered, his foreskin adapting to the strange object that marked him as Miles’s property.
He was Miles’s master, but Jordan belonged to Miles just as much.
“The tattoo is a good idea, sir,” Miles said, as if the piercer wasn’t in earshot. “It’ll be perfect.”
“Good boy,” Jordan replied.
The End.
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