“You’ve done such a good job, fledgling.” Marcus approached the bedside, the metal bar braced in his hand. Four cuffs hung from it in even intervals, two hanging from either end, padded, but sturdy, and two in the center, simple metal loops. “I need you to do one more thing for me. I need to take something away from you. Can youhelpme?”
“Yes,Master.”
“Then here’s what I need you to do.” Marcus set the metal bar on Lucian’s heels. The metal had chilled Marcus’ palms, and he wasn’t surprised to see Lucian shiver. “The bar I placed on you… I want you to reach for it with yourhands.”
Lucian rose up only enough to free his hands from beneath his head. He reached between his legs to grasp the bar, but before he could, Marcus fitted the two center cuffs to the stainless steel loops bound to Lucian’s palms. Lucian gasped and jerked at his hands, but the bar caught against his thighs and refused to lethimgo.
“Shh.” Marcus soothed a hand down Lucian’s back. “You’re fine, fledgling. I’m not going to hurt you. There’s nothing to beafraidof.”
Lucian slumped forward, pacified, and Marcus directed the bar back down so it rested on his heels. For a while, Marcus devoted his time to rubbing Lucian’s skin, gliding his fingers over the tendons and stroking his ankles. He waited until he was sure Lucian was used to having his calves touched before he opened the first of the remaining cuffs and fitted it to Lucian’s ankle. The cuff clicked as it closed,locking.
“Spread your legs a little farther,” Marcus encouraged. Lucian obeyed, his knees spreading to part his thighs. When he’d moved into the correct position, Marcus fitted the final cuff inplace.
Lucian wasbound.
The bar kept his legs spread, preventing him from hiding his body. The handcuffs secured his hands in place, assuring that he wouldn’t be able to use them. All that remained of Lucian’s agency was the ass he kept lifted into the air, and even that wasn’t entirely his own free will—the spreader bar had locked him into position, necessitating he keep himself presented forMarcus.
“You’re so gorgeous,” Marcus murmured. He traced a hand down the back of Lucian’s thigh, his own arousal swelling to near dangerous levels. “You’ve been so good for me.Sogood.”
Lucian said nothing, but his body spoke for him. Another frisson worked its way down his spine, burying itself in the small of his back. Omega blended with Marcus’ alpha scent, mingling with it in a way that made Marcus wonder why he’d ever bothered with another partner. Lucian was the one for him. To think otherwise wasignorance.
“Tonight, all I want you to worry about is the way I make you feel,” Marcus instructed. “I need you to beselfish.”
“Yes, Master,” Lucian replied, hoarse from his arousal. “I’ll beselfish.”
“Good boy.” Marcus undid his buttons, then cast his shirt aside. He disposed of the rest of his clothing as he found the last few items he needed tonight—a condom, a bottle of lube, and a clear cock sleeve with alockingbase.
With his omega face down and ass up, Marcus applied lube to the inside of the sleeve, then fitted it to Lucian’s cock. Lucian gasped and lifted his head as the silicone worked its way down his shaft, but Marcus pushed his head back amongst the pillows and held itthere.
“I will collar you and clip you to the bedpost if you don’t behave, fledgling.” Marcus spoke with authority, letting the severity of his voice serve as punishment. “I don’t want to do it, but you have to listen. I won’t have you disobey me, do youunderstand?”
Lucian keened, lifting his ass a little higher as if his arousal was indicative of a properresponse.
“You will answer me with words,” Marcus uttered, keeping his hand in place. “You willrespectme.”
The reply was little more than a squeak. “Yes,Master.”
“Fitted to your cock is a sleeve.” Marcus stroked it a few times, letting it slide back and forth. The textured silicone inside was designed for pleasure, and Marcus knew that it was caressing Lucian’s cock like a thousand tiny tongues at once. “I want you to get to know it, fledgling. I want you to appreciate the way it feels. Do you like how it squeezes you like that? How itstimulatesyou?”
“Yes.” Lucian’s voice broke, and he burrowed his head tighter against the pillow. “Master.”
Back and forth. Back and forth. Marcus supervised Lucian’s progress, gauging his arousal. When he was left trembling, his body tightening as it braced for orgasm, Marcus stopped his hand and affixed the sleeve so it engulfed Lucian’s cock in full. Tightened around his base, itwouldn’tmove.
“There’s something about the sleeve you don’t know yet.” Marcus couldn’t help his grin. The tension in Lucian’s body did not disappear. “But you’re not ready to know what it is just yet. You’re going to have to wait tofindout.”
A moan, singular and pleading, was muffled by the pillows. Lucian had already started to loosen the tethers that kept him in check, and as he let them go, Marcus saw him devolve. Pretenses were shelved. Expectations were forgotten. To Lucian, all that mattered was the stimuli he received—pleasure and pain—and how they affectedhisbody.
Marcus took his place between Lucian’s legs, careful of the bar that bound his ankles and wrists. He ran his hands over Lucian’s cheeks, spreading them to expose the tight ring at their center. Then, slowly, Marcus lowered himself down. He kissed the inside of Lucian’s thigh just once, then sucked one of Lucian’s smooth balls into his mouth. Lucian howled with pleasure as Marcus sucked him, letting his tongue prod and caress while his mouth exerted pressure meant to drive Lucian wild. Lucian’s rigid cock bobbed just beyond Marcus’ nose, weighed down by the sleeve wrappedaroundit.
Tonight, when Lucian could take no more, Marcus wanted to see how full the clear receptacle at the end of the sleevewouldbe.
He wanted more than anything for his omega to fill it so full that his seed submerged the tip ofhiscock.
Marcus released Lucian, but only momentarily. He sucked Lucian’s other ball into his mouth, paying it just as much respect as he had the first. Lucian’s arms shook, and from the corner of his eye, Marcus saw his fingers curl. There was nothing Lucian could do but accept the pleasure thrustontohim.
Marcus closed his eyes, attuning himself to Lucian’s body. He sucked and kissed and licked, pushing Lucian closer and closer to orgasm. A string of moans, quiet enough that Marcus almost didn’t hear them, spilled from Lucian’s lips to be absorbed by the pillows. Those moans grew bolder, until with a sudden lurch, Lucian’s body rocked forward as best it could when bound to the spreader bar. The balls Marcus played with drew up, ridding themselves of the seed they’dproduced.
Lucian came for him, moaning into the pillows. When he was done, Marcus drew back. He ran an arm across his lips and looked down at the boy quiveringbeneathhim.
