Throat, Hole, and Heart
After the new business celebration, Daniel ordered Nick to be in his bed, face down, in a jockstrap waiting for him. Nick knew the time had come for Daniel to take what was his. Nick, himself.
Nick was being penetrated by a man for the first time in his life by Daniel, with excruciating precision. What felt like an eternity, he kept Nick on the edge—changing angles, shifting pace, drawing out every whimper, every gasp, every whispered plea to stop, to keep going. And somewhere in the haze, Nick realized Daniel wasn’t just using him. He was giving to him. Showing him the truth of himself. Of what he had always needed.
Unexpectedly, Daniel gave one last slow thrust and then withdrew—Nick collapsed onto the sheets, muscles shaking, mind undone. He was gone. Sweat drenched. Broken open. Reborn.
But Daniel still wasn’t done. Nowhere near.
Without a word, he climbed off Nick, walked calmly to the chair in the corner, poured two fingers of whiskey for himself, took a seat in the leather armchair that faced the foot of the bed and lit a cigar. His forearms rested on the chair, legs spread, cock pointing to the heavens, radiating power. Wordless, he gazed at Nick like a sculptor surveying raw marble.
Nick watched him, spent and aching. Confused.
“Have I done something wrong, Sir?” Nick asked in his quietest, least demanding voice.
Daniel didn’t respond. Instead, he took a sip of his whiskey and a deep drag on his cigar, and continued to stare at Nick, his face unreadable.
Daniel glanced at the bedstand and gravely said, “Bring those to me.” Nick’s head twisted to see a pair of leather cuffs, waiting to be used. Equal parts fear and anticipation, Nick walked them over to Daniel. “Turn around, hands behind your back”, Daniel ordered.
Daniel used the leather cuffs, attached to each other, to pull his arms firmly behind him. Hands restrained in leather cuffs behind his back, all Nick could see was Daniel’s cock, throbbing with anticipation, with a bead of precum at the tip waiting to be licked. This was beyond even his wildest fantasies.
Daniel turned him around, peered fiercely into his eyes, and barely whispered, “Kneel.”
Once on his knees, never breaking eye contact, Daniel whispered, “This is a rare privilege, boy,” looking down at his slick cock. “You’re very lucky. Now show me you’re worthy and clean it. Like the good boy you are.”
Nick didn’t hesitate. He was given access to Daniel’s most prized possession, something he’d waited for and dreamed about for months, if not years. It didn’t matter that it was covered with saliva, and the Nick’s own remnants. It was his, and his alone.
“Clean me,” Daniel ordered, his voice low, like gravel wrapped in silk.
Nick looked up briefly, eyes glassy, searching Daniel’s face for reassurance. He found only expectation.
With his hands restrained behind his back, he leaned over slowly, reverently, and wrapped his lips around the head of his cock. It was still thick, flushed, slick from their act.
“Lick it first”, Daniel growled. “Make it even harder. Use your tongue.” Nick’s breath caught as he pulled away and gently placed the tip of his tongue on the base of his cock, just above his ball sack, and traced a single, slow line from the base to the head.
The taste was intense. Daniel’s sweat. His own saliva. And the unmistakable essence of what had just happened between them. Nick’s hole ached in memory. He licked again, slower this time, tongue flattening as he moved up the shaft, relishing every trace, every drop. His mind reeled with sensation, but he never lost the rhythm.
Above him, Daniel took a slow sip of whiskey, watching. One hand held his tumbler; the other casually lifted a cigar to his lips, the glow at the tip casting shadows across his chest.
“Good boy,” he murmured, smoke curling from his mouth. “I like seeing you like this. On your knees with putting your mouth to good use. Dirty from what I’ve done to you—and begging for more.”
Nick moaned against the head of his cock, the words hitting him like a command. He swirled his tongue around the crown, over the frenulum, and finally, very delicately, over the slit.
“Such a hungry little boy,” Daniel drawled. “And so damn pretty when you’re worshiping.”
Nick could barely breathe. He was half-mad with want. He lavished attention on Daniel’s cock, letting himself feel the shape, the warmth, the significance of it. It wasn’t just flesh. It was power. It was the axis his world now turned around.
“You like the taste?” Daniel asked.
“Yes, Sir,” Nick whispered, pulling back just long enough to speak. “I love it.”
“Good. You’ll learn to crave it.”
Daniel shifted slightly, spreading his legs. “Now get my balls. Lift them. Be thorough.”
Nick moved without hesitation. He lowered his head to get right under them and then leaned in and took one into his mouth. He rolled it slowly, bathing it with his tongue before switching to the other. His jaw ached, but he didn’t care. He wanted to give this, all of it.
Daniel groaned low and approving, his hips twitching slightly. He ran his fingers through Nick’s damp hair. Not guiding, just claiming.
“Look at you,” he murmured. “So eager to serve. To belong. You were made for this, weren’t you?”
Nick looked up, eyes wide, lips still parted around his balls. “Yes, sir,” he breathed. “I want to be yours.”
“You already are,” Daniel replied. And then Daniel spread his legs and pushed his hips in the air, giving Nick access to his even more intimate parts.
This clear view made Nick even hungrier, if that were possible. Without thinking, driven by pure lust, he pushed his head between Daniel’s legs and hungrily lapped his taint and then his hole. He wasn’t thinking…he was nothing more than an animal at this point. All he knew was that he needed to devour what Daniel was offering. He needed it for himself, and he needed to prove to Daniel he was worthy.
“Now that’s my hungry, hungry boy, “Daniel mused. “You’re a horny little slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir”, Nick whispered, taking a break. “I can’t help myself.”
Then Daniel raised his hips even further, wanting more, “Get right up in there. NOW!” he growled. Nick came unglued and jammed his tongue as deeply as he could up Daniel’s hole. The taste was shockingly erotic. Sweat, musk, and authority. He was drunk on it.
After minutes of this, Daniel lowered his hips, took Nick by the hair and offered, “Good boy. Now back to my cock. Make it shine.”
Nick obeyed, returning his focus to the shaft, licking and kissing like it was holy. And when he finally took the whole thing into his mouth, Daniel let out a guttural noise and grabbed the back of his head.
“Don’t stop now,” he growled. “Let me use that throat.”
He thrust slowly at first, watching Nick adjust. Then deeper. More insistent. Nick gagged once but didn’t pull away. Daniel held his head steady with both hands, rhythmically moving his hips, the cigar and glass now set aside. His hands were free. Focused.
Saliva pooled, dripped down Nick’s chin. His cock was still hard, untouched, aching. But none of that mattered. He existed only for Daniel now—for the groans he drew from him, for the humiliation, for the pride in pleasing.
Daniel slowed. Then stopped.
“You’re not done” Daniel commanded. He grabbed Nick by the hair and, with near violence, pushed his cock down Nick’s throat. “Just breathe, boy….breathe…Daddy won’t hurt you.”
He continued with short thrusts, each one slightly deeper and longer than the previous one. Daniel was training Nick. And Nick wanted nothing more to be trained. Each thrust went deeper down his throat and took Nick one step closer to being Daniel’s boy. With each thrust, Daniel would count. First to 5, then 6, and so on. And for each one, Nick knew he could only make it to the next level. No further. Thankfully, the count of 10 was the finale. Nick had passed this important test.
Daniel slowly pulled his cock out of his mouth, and cleaned Nick’s saliva covered face with his cock. “You’ve been a very good boy”, Daniel smiled. You’re earning my respect.”
Daniel got up and walked to the edge of the bed, stroking himself.
“You’ve been so good,” he said, voice softer now. “So obedient. But don’t forget, little man—this is only the beginning. You’re learning what it means to serve. And I’m learning how far you’re willing to go.”
Nick could barely speak. “Anything, Sir,” he whispered. “Take me with you.”
Daniel smiled darkly. “I will,” and then motioned for Daniel to crawl back to the bed. Hands still restrained behind his back, Nick walked back to the bed on his knees to where Daniel stood.
Daniel moved behind him to release—but not remove—the cuffs, then leaned down, brushing a kiss over Nick’s forehead—a single, quiet benediction.
Then he whispered: “Now, back on the bed. Face up. I’m not done with you.”
Nick exhaled, trembling, floating somewhere between exhaustion and euphoria.
Daniel dimmed the lights and lay beside him—not to sleep, not yet—but to watch. To study. To plot.
The night was still young.
And Nick’s training had only just begun.
Nick lay flat, arms and legs stretched. It wasn’t lost on Nick that when Daniel uncuffed his hands from behind his back, he didn’t remove the cuffs from his wrists. When Nick had arrived earlier, he observed that Daniel’s bed was a four-poster, albeit modern, and the posts had rings on them, apparently that could be used for restraints. The thought sent a chill down Nick’s spin, and his cock grew even harder. He lay there silent, exposed, waiting. His breath came in shallow bursts as Daniel stepped back, taking him in like a man appraising the final work of a sculpture he’d been carving for years.
The room was silent except for the sound of ice clinking in a crystal glass. Daniel sipped his bourbon slowly, letting the fire of it settle before speaking.
“Do you remember House Rule Number Three?”
Nick’s voice was hoarse. “Yes, sir,” he answered. “I can’t cum without your permission.”
A pause. Then, from above, Daniel’s low growl: “Good boy.”
That praise—measured, deliberate—sent a tremor down Nick’s spine.
Daniel stepped closer took one of Nick’s hands in his own, secured it to the bedpost. Without saying a word, he repeated that with Nick’s other hand. Then more silence. He stepped back to assess Nick once more and witnessed a very horny young man. Nick had never been so aroused…so much so that he couldn’t help but gyrate his hips in circles, apparently trying to fuck the air above his cock. He needed relief any way he could get it.
Finally, Daniel spoke. “You want my cock. You want me.” he said. “And your behavior is proving my point. I’ve restrained you,” he said softly, “because I know what’s coming. What you’re about to experience will be… overwhelming. You will lose control. You’ll think you need to touch yourself. Stroke yourself to completion as I use you. But…” pausing to glance at the restraints, ”…now you won’t be able to. It’s for your own good. Because if you fail, and defy House Rule #3, the punishment will be excruciating.
Nick’s cock throbbed helplessly in the space between them and he continued to gyrate.
Daniel looked down at it with quiet satisfaction. “You see? Even your body knows who it belongs to. Now let’s get to work.”
The first thing Daniel did was to climb between Nick’s legs and place his hands on his jockstrap, “Raise your ass”, he ordered. As he slid Nick’s jockstrap off, Daniel added, “You won’t be needing this. Your cock stays off limits, but I’m taking possession of your hole.” He balled the precum-stained jockstrap in his hand and smeared it in Nick’s face. “Smell yourself”, he sneered. “That’s the smell of desperation, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir”, was all Nick could manage.
“The smell of a slut?”
A pause, and finally, a diminished, “Yes, Sir”
“I couldn’t hear you!”, Danile shouted. “What are you, boy? Tell me!”
“I’m your slut, SIR!”, Nick shouted back, secretly relieved he was given no choice but to repeat those words. He loved saying it, but never would’ve had the nerve to let those words leave his lips unless forced to. Daniel had given him permission to find his real self.
Daniel walked up to his face, smeared the damp jockstrap in his face one last time, and said, “That’s my slutty little boy”, and affectionately licked damp spot of precum off Nick’s cheek.
Nick’s mind was in overdrive. One minute he was being humiliated, the next revered. But he found he loved both…the adoration and the degradation.
Once again, Daniel stepped away, out of Nick’s sightline, allowing Nick to reflect. Nude, restrained, threatened, his cock now harder than it’d ever been and leaking copious amounts of precum. And he was about to, recalling Daniel’s words, ”experience something that will be overwhelming.” Nick shivered with desire, fear, overwhelming anticipation. It was, beyond question, the most erotic moment of his young life.
Suddenly Daniel moved to the foot of the bed and climbed between Nick’s legs. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted Nick’s legs and draped them over his shoulders. The movement—effortless but commanding—left Nick completely open, completely vulnerable.
And then Daniel paused.
His eyes locked on Nick’s. “You’re shaking,” he said. Not a question.
Nick swallowed. “I’m scared,” he whispered. “But I want it. I want you.”
Daniel leaned forward, not enough to touch, just close enough that Nick could feel his breath. “You should be scared. What’s about to happen isn’t just sex. It’s surrender. I’m going to take you, Nick. Fully. Finally. This is where you stop becoming someone else’s version of you—and become mine.”
Nick couldn’t breathe. Or maybe he was breathing too much. His heart pounded, his muscles burned with anticipation, his mind was suspended between terror and euphoria.
“I’m going to claim you now,” Daniel whispered. “And after tonight, there’ll be no going back.”
Tears filled Nick’s eyes, not from fear, but from the recognition of how long he had waited for this. For someone to see him so clearly. For someone to demand all of him.
Daniel leaned in, just enough to let the weight of his body press down on Nick—not to restrain, but to ground him. Their foreheads touched. Their chests brushed.
“Are you ready?” Daniel asked.
Nick nodded, then found his voice. “Yes, sir.”
There was a pause. A sacred silence.
Daniel didn't rush. His power was in patience. In precision. In presence.
Nick felt the tension shift, felt Daniel's hands on either side of his waist, felt his legs tremble where they rested on Daniel's shoulders. And then… stillness.
“I’ve used lube, but I won’t be gentle,” Daniel said. “Not because I don’t care. But because you’re mine now. And I don’t ask permission to own what’s mine.”
Nick nodded again, eyes wide, heart splintering open.
The first moment of entry—just a promise of it—made Nick gasp. Not from pain, but from the weight of what it meant.
Daniel stayed still, letting the meaning fill the space between them. “This is the price you pay,” he said quietly. “To be known. To be owned.”
Nick’s response was a broken whisper. “I’ll pay it, sir. Every time.”
And then it happened. Daniel thrust into Nick with the velocity of a jackhammer. Nick screamed. Pain. Shock. Exultation.
Daniel didn’t move. Although the thrust was almost brutal, he had made his point. Now he was giving Nick time to adjust. Catch up.
Still gazing into his eyes, Daniel changed his expression to wordlessly ask Nick how he was doing.
“Thank you, Sir”, Nick wept, as the sting subsided and was replaced with a fullness for which no word existed. “Oh fuck, thank you Sir,” he repeated, tearfully.
Daniel had taken him. Claimed him. Now owned him. And Nick knew they were never going back.
Never once breaking eye contact, Daniel began to move, slow and controlled, his voice guiding Nick through each moment. He pulled out slightly so Nick’s inner walls could feel every vein in Daniel’s throbbing cock. Every millimeter it scraped as he withdrew provided Nick pleasure beyond words. It was as if Daniel’s cock and his hole were having their own private communion. He pulled and scraped and pulled and scraped until Nick thought his head would explode.
“Oh, fuck Daddy, fuck me please…fuck your boy…”
Daniel was pleasantly surprised that his aggressive entry didn’t scare Nick off. This boy was for real.
Daniel was nearly pulled all the way out and he reversed direction, now pushing back in, only slightly faster. “Breathe. Take it. You’re doing well. That’s it. Good boy.”
Nick responded to every word—not just with moans or gasps, but with full-body surrender. He arched to meet Daniel, not just physically, but emotionally. His need to be taken—fully, completely—overwhelmed every other thought.
After several slow, deliberate lunges, Daniel zeroed in, successfully, on Nick’s g-spot. He knew just where to find it after last weekend’s practice session with his fingers.
With incredible precision, Daniels landed the tip of his bulbous cock right on his spot, driving Nick to jerk in response and nearly scream out, “Oh my fucking god!!! Oh, god, please, more Daddy, more…”
Daniel had taken Nick to a place he never knew existed. He’d only once before experienced prostate play with Daniel, but this was a whole new level. The heat, intensity, and rigidity of Daniel’s cock sent electrical shock waves through his system. And Daniel played him like a fiddle. Slowly rubbing it up and down, then circling it with the tip of his cock, then pulling out pretending he was done, and then starting all over again.
As he was doing this, Daniel said, “Look down at your cock, boy. Look at what your daddy’s doing to you.” Nick looked down to see as steady stream of pre-cum pouring out of his cock. He wasn’t cumming, but his cock was draining as if he were.
“Watch this!”, Daniel laughed. He’d zero in on his prostate and with every thrust Nick would leak more pre-cum. It was as if he were cumming without cumming.
But now it was time for Daniel to get serious. Game time over.
Daniel thrust into him with the velocity of his first one. “Arggghhh”, Nick screamed.
Daniel’s rhythm picked up, his words now more clipped, more urgent. “You’re mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” Nick cried out, eyes wide, body trembling.
Daniel did it again…deeper and harder than before.
“You serve me.”
“I serve you, Sir,” Nick panted.
Again. he pushed in with near vengeance.
“You live to be used.”
“Yes. Yes—please—use me”, Nick now near tears. Not tears of pain, tears of pure delirium.
Daniel continued this rhythm longer than either of them thought possible, each thrust more violent than the past. Each response from Nick more guttural and desperate but always wanting more. Begging for more. Intentionally arching his back to take more. To signal to Daniel that he had surrendered. He was his.
Filled with fury, Daniel reached down and grabbed Nick’s neck with one hand as if he were choking him. He wasn’t obstructing his air supply but he was firmly holding his head in place by his neck. With his other hand he slapped Nick four times across the face, but never to hurt him. Only to punctuate his dominance.
Daniel slowed then, suddenly, watching Nick fall apart beneath him. The boy was shaking, restrained and undone, but radiant with something deeper than lust. He was glowing with acceptance. With belonging.
“Open your mouth,” Daniel said, breath ragged.
Nick obeyed.
Daniel spit. The act was primal, claiming, symbolic. It landed softly on Nick’s tongue, and Nick received it like a blessing.
Daniel kissed him then—hard, deep, urgent. Not out of lust, but recognition. They were bound now. And they both knew it.
“We’re one now,” Daniel whispered. “And you’ll never be alone again.”
It was too much. Nick’s body heaved with anticipation. “Sir—I can’t—please—I need to—”
Daniel had forgotten that throughout this ordeal, he had continued to target Nick’s prostate. Nick was helpless. He couldn’t be expected to control an orgasm that he didn’t induce himself.
Daniel looked down at him with fire in his eyes. “You may come, boy. For me.”
Nick didn’t touch himself. He didn’t need to. His whole body responded to Daniel’s command like a struck chord. He cried out as waves of pleasure overtook him, his release spilling across his chest, his neck, his face—raw, uncontrolled, divine.
The force of Nick’s walls clamping down on Daniel’s cock had the same impact on Daniel. The moment Nick came, Daniel followed—gripping Nick tighter, pressing deeper, his voice a dark growl of possession as he let go inside him. It wasn’t just sex. It was sealing a contract.
Daniel, still looking down on Nick, stared at his cum-covered torso with relish. With one hand, Daniel scooped up a handful, fed it to Nick and leaned down to share the bounty with him.
Likewise, Daniel stayed hard inside Nick, still slowly thrusting. Nick wanted this golden moment to last forever. The heat of Daniel’s cum only intensified the heat of his cock. If even possible, it was an even better feeling than Daniel’s hard cock alone.
After Nick’s cum was completely consumed by the two, Daniel lowered himself to Nick to gently kiss him. Daniel was proud of how well Nick took this. He didn’t spare him anything.
Afterward, Daniel didn’t rush to pull away. He stayed pressed close, breathing heavily, his hands stroking Nick’s sweat-slicked skin.
He eventually pulled out and slid off the bed saying, “Don’t move.” He went into the bathroom and returned with several hot towels and proceeded to carefully wipe the sweat and cum off Nick.
Nick lay there, limp, eyes wet, heart too full to speak.
Daniel wiped the sweat from his chest, the tears from his face, the mess from between his legs. Then he leaned down and kissed his forehead.
“You did well, little man,” he whispered. “So well.”
He unfastened the cuffs from the bedposts and gently pulled Nick into his arms, spooning him from behind. His chest to Nick’s back, his hand resting possessively over his heart and his semi-hard cock lodged in his crack reminding him he was owned.
And as Nick burrowed into him, still trembling, Daniel murmured:
“Sleep now, little man. You’ll need it. Antonio arrives at ten.”
“Antonio?”, Nick queried.
“He’s my personal trainer. Yours too. We start tomorrow.”
Nick didn’t have a clue what he was talking about, but he was so sated, so at peace, there was absolutely nothing Daniel could do that he wouldn’t love.
He belonged.
