“Shh,” Crawford whispered. His hand continued to move, pumping Owen to chase away the pain. “It’s okay, pet. Now you know. It’s going to be okay. All you need to do is stay still. That’s not that hard,isit?”
It wouldn’t have been hard if it weren’t for Crawford’s hand. Owen wanted to thrust, to buck, and to bury himself deep, but any movement would bring him pain. He needed to endure the pleasure Crawford teased him with and refuse himself hisinstincts.
He needed to stay completely still and let Crawford take totalcontrol.
Owen’s jaw went slack. His thighs trembled. Pain throbbed in his balls and coiled deep inside his body, but the pleasure from Crawford’s hand begged him to ignore it and harm himself all over again. He was under his master’s control and there was nothing hecoulddo.
His body belonged to Crawford—the humbler made thatclear.
“I want you to come,” Crawford said like it was the simplest thing in the world. “When you come, the punishment will end and I’ll letyougo.”
“M-Master…”
“Mm,pet?”
“I can’t.” Limbs trembling, body held rigid, there was no way Owen could do it. He needed to roll his hips, push into Crawford’s hand, or dosomethingto work it out. The humbler stopped him from doing anyofit.
“That’s not what I want to hear. I know you can, and soyouwill.”
It was helpless. Owen clenched his fists and shook, but even the slight rocking of his body was enough to tug at the metal bar pulling back his balls. It wasn’t enough to hurt, but it reminded Owen of how much he hadtolose.
All he wanted was to be good for Crawford. All he wanted was to be agoodboy.
“Master,” Owen choked through a sob. The world had started to shrink around them. Bit by bit, he lost his grip on reality. All that existed was Crawford, himself, and the small sphere they occupied. “Ican’t.”
“You can. I know you can.” Crawford tutted softly. “Maybe all you need is a littleextrahelp.”
The hand fell away and Owen cried out like he’d lost a limb. The relief was astounding, but his body yearned for the pleasure it had lost. It was sick, to know he wanted it so badly, even knowing it would hurt him. It was wrong, and twisted, andterrible.
But it was so, soright.
Crawford dropped onto the mattress, and before Owen knew what was happening, something warm and wet sucked his cock into its depths. Owen cried out in surprise and thrust down, pain tearing through him in tandem with otherworldly pleasure. He jerked back to ease the pressure on his balls, but the suckingcontinued.
He was in Crawford’s mouth. Crawford was sucking him, tonguing him,teasinghim, and there was nothing Owen could doaboutit.
Crawford lifted his head, sucking Owen’s cock into his throat. Owen had never been so deep inside of him before, and he wanted to bury himself deeper yet. The primal part of his mind struggled to seize control, and Owen had to fight it off lest he hurt himself all over again. He needed to stay still until he came no matter how harditwas.
He needed to be good forCrawford.
He needed to be good forMaster.
Owen blinked tears away, breathing as rapidly and as deeply as he could. The pleasure rose. His balls struggled to draw up, but they weren’t going anywhere while still locked in the humbler. The discomfort tried to ground him, but Owen couldn’t bebroughtdown.
He wasflying.
Love flowed through him and ate away at the pain. If he endured, he’d prove himself. He’d be good for his Master. All he wanted was to be good, and that meant he needed to stay still no matter how badly he wanted to thrust, no matter how skillful his Master’s mouth was. The wet slurping, smacking, and bobbing rang in Owen’s ears. His balls struggled against theirrestraints.
He was goingtocome.
Owen’s whole body shook. He didn’t think he had enough breath in him to scream, but when climax hit and turned his vision white, he howled like the animal he was—the perfect, subservient pet. Each pulse shot cum into Crawford’s mouth, and Owen’s cock jerked and twitched in time. The small world they inhabited spun, and Owen fought with everything he had not to lurch forward and shoot his seeddeeper.
Crawford drank, and drank, until there was nothing more Owen couldgivehim.
With a wet pop, they separated. Crawford slid out frombeneathhim.
Owen didn’t hear the humbler loosened, but he felt the immediate relief as his balls swung back into place between his legs. Still, he held his position. His limbs trembled and his body screamed at him to sink onto the bed, but he held himselfsteady.
He needed to respect Crawford’s word. He needed topleasehim.
