By the time they reached the farm, Sebastian was on the edge of cumming. His trousers were ruined with precum, and his cockhead was already thumping in his fist. His cock was out all the way to the front door, and then he was instructed to get naked before he was allowed into the house.
“Yes, sir,” he bowed his head in earnest.
It was cold, but pleasing. Shaun was all he cared about in his state of arousal. He shivered at the biting wind; he was exposed, barefoot, and his balls hung low even in this weather. His ballsack began to retract, attempting to shield itself from the elements. But Shaun grabbed his nuts, forcibly pulling them down so they wouldn’t.
“I’ve always loved your balls; they hang so low already,” Shaun said. “But I think they can hang even lower. What do you think, boy?”
“Anything you say goes, sir, you know what’s best for me,” Sebastian winced at the sudden tug, but kept his back straight.
“Pick up your clothes, and then you may come in. Fold them neatly on the kitchen counter while I look for some necessary toys to ensure we properly work your sack,” Shaun smooched him on the mouth lovingly, and went up the stairs.
Sebastian folded his things; he didn’t dare touch his cock while he was alone. Shaun hadn’t expressly told him not to, but he hadn’t clearly told him he could. Therefore, Sebastian avoided making a possible mistake by standing with his feet slightly apart, his wrists overlapping at the small of his back, his chin pointed upward with pride.
He could hear Shaun foraging into the box he had seen in the closet, or rather, the storage space.
It was too big to be considered a closet, wasn’t it?
It didn’t take long for the man of his dreams to come back down holding a set of three thick cockrings, one made of black silicone, and the other two of stainless steel.
Sebastian’s dick hadn’t gone soft ever since he’d started jerking in the car, and he had worked his cockhead to a deep purple shade.
It produced a healthy amount of precum, and some of it was dripping onto the floor.
“You’re all worked up, my boy,” Shaun said, setting the rings aside next to Sebastian’s clothes and circling him. “You’re so gorgeous, the muscles, the angelic face, the beautiful cock and balls, you ass… You’re perfection, and I love owning you.”
“Thank you, sir,” Sebastian blushed, deeply moved by his handler’s words. “I am happy to be your property.”
“You are?” Shaun slid his arms under his.
Sebastian lost himself in the embrace, letting his hands wander along Shaun’s hairy and muscular forearms. He tilted his head a little to present his lips, and as soon as he did, wet, warm lips devoured him.
Shaun turned him around gently, and Sebastian’s dick rested against his man’s clothed crotch. He humped a little, too horny to resist.
“I’m sorry, sir,” he said, apologetic, stopping himself. “But the ride home’s turned me fucking feral, please, use me, sir.”
The laugh that came out of Shaun’s throat was music to his ears, and Sebastian hugged him tighter. They stayed like that for a while, slow dancing between the living room and the kitchen.
“Time to begin,” Shaun declared. There was almost a tinge of regret in his voice, as if he didn’t want their dance to end. “Go settle in the armchair, and spread your legs so I have clear access to your dick and balls.”
The armchair was huge, but Sebastian had such a broad body that he took up most of it. He propped up his legs on the arm pads; he hissed at the cold leather against his skin. Shaun noticed and reacted quickly.
“Stay in position,” he grabbed a few logs from the small space built under the fireplace.
He set them alight, and in a couple of minutes flames radiated cozily in the living room. The heat blessed Sebastian’s skin rather quickly; it was a welcome gift. He was hornier when warm, and he wanted the session to be as perfect as possible.
His ballsack loosened, it was soft and low against his taint, and his cock lay stiff along his happy trails, the blond hair gleaming under the firelight. He stared at Shaun as he picked up the items he’d put on the kitchen counter, only for him to discard them on the coffee table. Sebastian was confused; the rings were meant for him, otherwise Shaun wouldn’t have bothered getting them.
So why didn’t he use them?
He kneeled in front of him, so close he felt Shaun’s hot breath tingling his balls.
“As I was saying, you’ve got a beautiful pair,” Shaun weighed them in his palm and squeezed a little. “But there’s always room for improvement, and I know you know that as an athlete. You strive for excellence, and that is a good thing because I need my boy to be on top of his game.”
“Yes, sir.”
The tug on his sack was gentle, but the pressure increased slowly until it turned bright red. Then, Shaun pulled them down, his full fist wrapped around them.
“See,” he said. “They’re already hanging low, but I want them lower. They’re my anchor for when I breed you, and a good tool to keep you in line.” He gave them a flick, and Sebastian yelped. “But I won’t be punishing them unless you do something really bad, which I’m confident you won’t, because you’re such a good boy.”
Shaun kissed each of his nuts and licked them, leaving a long, slimy trail over them.
“I am, sir, I’d never disobey you, I swear,” Sebastian asserted sincerely.
“I’m sure, boy,” Shaun crushed his balls lightly with the palm of his other hand, while trapping his testicles in a firm fist. “That’s what I love about you, you’ve been willing from the get-go. You barely fought your nature; you already knew what you were, where you belonged.
“I did, sir, I knew I wanted to be yours the moment I saw you.”
“Good boy,” Shaun massaged his balls some more, tenderizing them and pushing more precum out of them.
It spilled profusely over Sebastian’s belly.
“Fuck, you’d get someone pregnant so easily with that healthy jock juice,” Shaun licked it swiftly. “I think you’re ready for the first ring.”
The first ring to go around his ballsack was the black silicon one; the other went in Shaun’s pocket.
It was a snug fit, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Sebastian figured it would hurt as Shaun pushed his jewels into it, but he did it with such care that it didn’t; the squeeze was pleasant, and the fact that Shaun had been the one to collar him made it even better.
He tugged his balls down some more, and Sebastian’s cock stood up straight, his frenulum extended to the maximum. Shaun dragged his tongue over it and used his thumb to tease it with little circles, brushing over his peehole intermittently.
It bloomed open as his cockhead swelled and released another squirt.
“Boy, you should see yourself,” Shaun stroked him, slowly, thoughtfully. “I’m impressed by how loose your balls are. I think you’re ready for another ring.”
He showed him the thinnest of the steel cockrings.
“This one is weighed,” he handed it to Sebastian.
“I thought it’d be heavier,” Sebastian commented, handing it back.
“We’ll get there. I got way heavier stretchers up there. But I want to take things slow, we’ve got all the time in the world.”
Sebastian smiled, his cheeks pink from the fire and Shaun’s sweet attention. “We do, sir.”
Part of the stretcher was removed, and the bigger portion was placed over Sebastian’s testicles, pushing the silicone ring up and toward his shaft. Once Shaun was satisfied, he snapped the steel stretcher shut with a click. It fit snugly, but it was a bit looser than the silicon ring.
However, Sebastian could feel his balls were being stretched more than they’d ever been. Shaun put pressure on his nuts with his thumbs, individually squeezing them into the metal. It hurt a little, but it wasn’t anything extreme.
More precum oozed out of his neglected cock, and Sebastian’s urge to reach for it was growing. He was staring at it intently, fascinated by how veiny it had become, and how big his cockhead looked.
“This is just the beginning, we’ll stretch you out more and more as we go,” Shaun noticed his distress, and spat into his hand, lubing up Sebastian’s cockhead with the tip of his fingers. “That’s all you’re getting today, if you can’t cum from me playing with your cock like this, then you won’t be cumming at all.”
Sebastian groaned; the teasing was painstakingly slow. “But sir…”
“No buts,” Shaun gave him a little slap on the balls.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Sebastian winced.
“It’s intense, it must feel unfair even, you worked your cock so hard in the car. I can see your balls haven’t been damaged by your little accident.”
“Accident, sir?”
“When they got squeezed a bit too hard in the car,” Shaun tightened his grip. “They look just fine to me.”
“Oh yeah, they do, sir, thank you.”
Shaun’s fingers were torturous things; they kept Sebastian aroused, he teetered at the edge of cumming, and he leaked so much precum he could’ve filled a whole tube of lube, but they weren’t enough to orgasm.
“Ready for the third ring, boy?”
“I don’t know, sir, it’s already feeling pretty snug down there.”
“But you will try, won’t you? For me?”
Sebastian couldn’t refuse the eyes that were looking at him with such affection. They were lustful, passionate, devoted. He found the same admiration in them that he knew was in his eyes when he looked at Shaun, and that made him feel complete.
The man who had claimed him as his boy seemed to love him as much as he did, and that renewed his hopes for the future.
Perhaps this wouldn’t be an experiment; maybe he wouldn’t leave after all.
Maybe that’s all he ever needed.
“I will, sir,” Sebastian spread his legs wider, signaling he was ready.
“Good.”
The third ring was more challenging to squeeze into, and Sebastian had to hold his breath as Shaun stretched his skin further. When the ring snapped on, the pressure wasn’t released; it remained, Sebastian’s balls restrained by this cruel trinity. His manhood was as hard as ever, and screaming for long, hard strokes.
Sebastian’s testicles were stretched to their current limit. They were forced away from his body, elongated to such an extent that his crotch looked as long as his dick, but not quite.
“You’re doing amazing,” Shaun praised, unbuckling his belt.
His cock sprang free, and Sebastian realized he had forgotten about Shaun’s pleasure while lost in his own selfish desires.
“Sir, fuck my hole,” he said as an apology. “I’m yours, your cock is all I need.”
His own slutiness would’ve brought shame in the past, but now it was part of him. Sebastian lost himself in pleasure, and he was going to be sorry for it.
Shaun lined his cockhead with his entrance, lubed with spit and Sebastian’s own precum. Together, they made for the most intimate lube, and Sebastian opened up easily, even though Shaun hadn’t prepared him. He thrust into him, cautiously, but never pulling back.
Sebastian breathed in and out.
The pain would only last a moment; it was necessary. Shaun only took a minute to hit his prostate, and then he began to move his hips, angling his rod in all the spots Sebastian found most tender. Shaun pushed Sebastian on him, holding his shoulder with his left hand, and his balls in the other.
“Seeing you like this, all mine, it’s the hottest thing.”
“Your dick feels so right, sir. It fits so good,” Sebastian gasped. “I-I want you to breed me every day, until I’m overflowing with your cum, sir.”
“That’s a fine idea,” Shaun said, thrusting faster and deeper, a nice sheen of sweat pearling on his fuzzy body.
The pounding continued until the fire had turned the smaller logs to cinders. Sebastian reveled in his own vulnerability, in his now crimson red balls being used as a handle for Shaun to plow him harder, and more precisely.
His thrusts turned more violent, more needy, and his hand drifted from Sebastian’s balls to his dick, wanking him at the same pace. They synced, staring at each other with an intensity that left the world blurry, rendering it irrelevant.
“Can I cum, sir, please? Can I blow my load for you?” Sebastian said breathlessly.
“Go on, boy, cum for me.”
It only took one hit to his prostate for Sebastian to send big white spurts of cum flying; it hit him in the chin. Shaun smiled wildly at the sight and kept on pumping Sebastian’s cock post-orgasm, pounding into him more roughly.
His punished hole ached, his cock was too sensitive for him to bear, so Sebastian held on to the couch, forcing himself to take it all in without flinching. He moaned, in heat, mind scrambled by a flurry of sensations.
Then, his hole clenched over Shaun’s cock, and it sent the other man over the edge. His orgasm flooded Sebastian to the brim, and their sweaty bodies collided. Their lips locked, and a long, languorous kiss gave Sebastian solace.
“Sir, your cock’s still so hard.”
“It’s trying to keep my cum inside,” Shaun kissed him between the brows. “I want to make sure you’re well-bred.”
“I want you to stay there, sir. I don’t want you to take your cock out.”
“That’s good, boy, that’s how you should feel. Complete only when I’m buried inside of you.”
Shaun ended up pulling out, and cum escaped Sebastian’s gaping hole onto the brown leather of the armchair. Shaun smiled at him, removed each ring with nimble fingers, massaging Sebastian’s ballsack with infinite care.
“Thank you, sir,” Sebastian sighed. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
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