“No. Flat,” he said.
I shimmied down the bed, off the pillows, wondering where this was going. My eyes widened as Vax climbed up on the bed and strode up my body, straddling it. He turned around and knelt over my head, his knees on either side of my arms. Then he sat on my face.
I gasped. He shimmied, splitting his cheeks with my chin, then leaning back.
“Spread my ass and tongue me, slave,” he said.
I groaned and reached up to grab his cheeks. Pulled. Licked my lips as that perfect hole was revealed. It twitched. Then I was being smothered in the best way possible. I closed myeyes and found my way home, licking and thrusting as the Sea King moaned.
His hands went to my chest to prop himself. The weight felt amazing. My cock ached but wouldn't rise. It obeyed only one man, and that man wasn't me.
“Please,” I begged, my voice muffled.
Vax undulated over me, then drew back as he bent over. The motion brought his cock to my mouth. I sucked it in without being told. He pumped, then withdrew to drag his balls over my lips. I sucked on those too. Meanwhile, the Sea King stroked himself, using my saliva as lubrication. I groaned and drew both of his sacs into my mouth.
Vax drew back and angled his dick into my mouth again. I eagerly took it. But then he bent forward and sucked on my cock. Crying out around him, I whimpered. I knew it was another test, and I would pass it. It was impossible for me not to. Because Vax had trained my cock to obey him above all else. The pleasure he gave me didn't matter. The way he moaned as he rolled my limp flesh in his mouth didn't matter. All that mattered was his command.
He sucked free of me and gave me an approving tap. “That's a good slave. Now, get hard for your master.”
Instant erection. Instant. Blood filled my member so fast that it made me lightheaded. I groaned around Vax as he gently pumped into me, still lying on me, propped over my cock. His tongue flicked at me. He grabbed my base and shook me for his amusement. He jiggled my balls. All while I sucked him eagerly.
“You will not come until I give you permission. Understood?”
“Yes,” I mumbled around his dick.
“Good. Disobey me, and I will cage you again.”
I whimpered.
He chuckled and proceeded to give me the best blow job of my life. Except for the fact that I couldn't come.
I whimpered and shuddered and sucked at him desperately. Every muscle in my body clenched. I was hard everywhere. I couldn't think beyond one thought: I need to come.
Suddenly, Vax yanked out of my mouth and stood up. As I stared up at him in a daze, panting, he went to stand between my feet and face me. He grabbed my knees and yanked. I yipped as my back left the mattress. Vax had me nearly vertical, with only my upper shoulders and head still on the mattress. Then, in a casual show of strength, he let go of one leg, letting it flop out to the side, and held me aloft with one hand. He needed his other to angle his cock into me.
I sighed as he sank past my ring, then started to pump. As soon as Vax was wedged deep, he grabbed my dangling leg and steadied his hold on me. Then, going straight down, he fucked me.
It was the oddest sensation, the angle so strange. But that meant it hit parts of my channel that were normally neglected. And the sight of the Sea King standing there like a fucking conqueror, driving his dick into me, was breathtaking. I couldn't look away.
Then he grabbed my cock and pumped it.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried. “Please, let me come, Your Majesty.”
“You may come.”
The words released a torrent of an orgasm, my whole body experiencing pleasure—from my fucking hair follicles to my feet. But as I came, Vax angled my cock so that my release splattered across my face.
With the first hit, I cringed, then I closed my eyes, unable to stop myself from coming hard. But shame also hit me, causing the oddest feelings to swirl in my chest. When it was over, I opened my eyes and stared up at him. Vax pumped wildly into me, his stare locked on my face. I felt my cum dripping down my cheeks and chin. It was humiliating, and yet the way he looked at me lessened that feeling. Because it made Vax come.
Giving me the roar I'd been craving, Vax pulled out and came on me, his seed smacking my chest and face, blending with mine. And he didn't close his eyes. He watched it happen. Took great pleasure in it.
When the last shudders left the King, he dropped me, leaving me to flop to the bed, and turned away. He leapt off the bed like a predator cat. I panted as I watched him, not daring to wipe the cum away. I knew him too well.
Vax looked back at me and said, “I want a bath. You will attend me. And do not clean yourself.”
I groaned as I got out of bed and followed him down to the bathroom. This was a new and unusual form of torture.
Chapter Twenty-Six
