Sir starts another video, but it's not the gangbang with the team again. It's the video we took in the Bear's Den. With Colt...and the fuck machine. I gasp as I see myself on the screen, lipstick smeared all over my mouth and my body on full display while the mindless machine ravages my ass.
"I'm off to make us lunch. You holler for me if you need something."
I do a lot of hollering while Sir is gone...but none of it is for help.
Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through my body, yet it never crashes into completion. My hips buck and I twist against the restraints, but it's useless, and I'm helpless. Sir leaves me stuck there, unable to do anything but watch the video. The memory of this training session is already seared into my mind, but it's another thing entirely to see it from a new angle and point of view.
I look so...perfect. And pretty. I'm just what Sir and so many other men have called me. A perfect little toy. The ideal horny twink. I watch as I'm used and degraded, turned into an object that only exists to be fucked.
"Please, please!" I cry out, tears hot on my face and drool pooling down the corners of my mouth as the toy inside buzzes and buzzes, tormenting me as ruthlessly as the fuck machine once did.
It's awful, yet I want it. I can't stop wanting it. I'll never stop wanting this. No matter what happens to me or what new dark delights Sir introduces to me, it's never enough. I want him, and I wantthis.
Forever.
And it feels like it will last forever. I don't know how long I've been there. All I know is that I'm soaked in sweat and shaking when Sir finally returns to the bedroom, smelling of flour and cooking fat.
"Look at you. My pretty little twink. My perfect submissive boy. You wanna come?" he asks as he sits down on the edge of the bed. He plays with my body. Tickles my stomach and pets my thighs. Rotates the toy without removing it before he gives both of my nipples a pinch.
"Y-yes. Please. Please, Sir,"
"You gonna be mine, Pretty Boy? No matter how many times you come for other men? No matter how many cocks you service and Doms you serve? I need to hear you say it. Need to know you're gonna always be mine no matter what."
"Yes, Sir. Always yours. Only...only yours. Please, please make me come!"
"Good boy."
Sir finally removes the cock ring and pulls out the plug. That's all it takes. I'm coming. Loud and hard. And sticky. I come untouched, with three of Sir's fingers curled deep in my ass and massaging my prostate with brutal, precise thrusts, milking every last drop out of me.
He only stops fucking me with his fingers when I beg him to stop.
???
"Can I have some more syrup?" I ask while looking down at my plate. Sir's already fixed it for me. It's loaded up with pancakes, bacon, and eggs. We're having breakfast for lunch. I'dcall it brunch, but it's a little late in the day for that. I'm sitting at the kitchen table with him, though I'm still naked...and the plug is back in my ass. But at least the vibrations have stopped.
"Gonna have to be careful with you, least I spoil you rotten," Sir grumbles, but he still grabs the bottle of maple syrup from the counter-top and brings it back to the table. He sets it down and I pour it myself, slathering my stack of pancakes in gooey warm sugary goodness.
"Thank you, Sir," I say as sweetly as possible. "Thank you for cooking. And for making me come."
He grunts, shoving a mouthful of food past his lips, though I catch the smile before he swallows it down. Our meal is remarkably casual. I might be naked and wearing my collar, but other than that nothing really kinky happens as we eat. Sir tells me all about his recent trip, talking about the highways he took and all the towns he drove through. I help the conversation roll around with lots of questions, eager to learn more about his work and his life on the road, but there's one question I'm avoiding.
One of the most important questions.
I keep thinking about all the videos we've made. And the photos. Does Sir really want to post them online? Fuck, do I really want that to happen? My stomach is stuffed full of come and good food, but it still has room to roll with high emotions.
Yet it's not with fear.
It's with want.
"Are you...would you really going posts the videos online?" I finally ask as Sir collects our empty plates.
"What?" Sir blinks at me, shaking his head as he turns on the tap and starts to soak the dirty dishes. "I was just saying shit, Pretty Boy. I wouldn't do that to you."
"Oh, right," I nod and swallow. "But what if...but what if I wanted you to do that?"
I squirm in my seat. His come is still inside of me, the plug snugly fitted and keeping my hole loose. I'll be ready for using whenever Sir wants for the rest of the day...and the night too. Though even as he's freely using me, I'm still wanting more. Needing it, even.
Sir turns off the tap, crossing his arms and raising both eyebrows at me. "You should know better, college boy. Once shit is online, it's on there forever. You can't go back."
