Chapter Eight
Ishmael
There.That was what he had been craving from the moment he heard the boy’s dulcet tones and beheld his beauty through the harsh lens of the monitor. Fate had conspired to deliver him to him and now the boy had willingly given his flesh.
The boy wore his emotions on his face. It told Ishmael that while he verbally had given himself up and hadn’t tried to resist despite the futility the endeavour, he wasn’t yet wholly his. So, he took what he was offered, sealing his mouth around his sex, owning it in a show of ownership. He suckled and teased, gratified as he watched Kris give in to the delight his body was experiencing. He felt his cock harden within his mouth and increased the intensity of his ministrations. His own dick stiffened in response to the sight and taste of the boy’s submission. The first frantic whimper and buck made him bead precum even as the salty sweetness of the boy’s own coated his tongue. He pulled back, suckling just the head while giving it a firm stroke. It was time. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the soft leather device he’d fetched from his bedroom earlier.
He pulled off and slid it deftly over Kris’ now fully erect cock. With swift, practised movements, he wound the straps around, separating Kris’ balls and binding his dick. Kris whimpered and raised his head to get a look at what he’d done.
“This will do until I get your cage,” he told him.
Kris’ eyes widened. “Ca-cage?”
“Yes, a cock cage. Though you’ll probably be getting the other sort as well. This, though,” Ishmael tapped one of the straps, causing Kris to try to pull his hips away as he gave a low whine, “will ensure you don’t come in the meantime until I decide to let you.”
He strode to his desk and removed two pencils and two rubber bands from an organiser on his desk, sliding the rubber bands into a pocket. Returning to his acquiescent new sub, he smiled softly as he took a nipple between his fingers and tugged. With his free hand, he slid the two pencils so that the nipple was between them. He clamped the nipple between the pencils before releasing the nipple from his fingers. He tucked that hand into his pocket, pulling out the rubber bands which he then used to fasten the two pencils together and tighten their hold. Kris gasped and flinched, jeering his arms in a vain attempt to reach his chest.
“Ah! That hurts!” he wailed.
‘It’s supposed to,” Ishmael told him, giving the second rubber band a final twist. He returned to the desk and brought back two Moree pencils and rubber bands.
“Please, no. I’m not used to this,” Kris begged. ‘Can we please go slow?”
Ishmael regarded him, his expression thoughtful. He placed the pencils and rubber bands onto the desk and walked back over to the chair. Bending down, he retrieved the gag from under his chair. He’d taken it off as the boy had begun to stir, deciding he wanted to hear his first vocal reactions and have him answer his proposal without having to pause to remove it. Besides, it was so much better this way. Now, he could watch as the boy realised what he had in his hands and what he was going to do with it.
“It looks like you require some assistance in being complacent enough while I enjoy you,” he said, turning around.
Kris’ mouth fell open into an ‘o’. “Is that a dick?” he asked, his legs moving in an attempt to close his legs.
Ah, he still doesn’t understand.
Ishmael closed the short distance between them. He held it up closer for the boy to see that it was indeed a dick, a very realistically shaped one, in fact.
“That looks too big for my-”
Ishmael silenced him by grasping his chin and forcing the head of the dildo into his mouth.
“Quiet,” he ordered. It’s a gag. This is going in one way or another. It’d be best if you opened your mouth wide and relaxed your throat.”
Beseeching brown eyes begged for mercy. It was beyond beautiful, and it made his dick become even harder. He looked back, his gaze implacable. A tear leaked from the corner of one of Kris’ eyes but he stopped resisting. Ishmael slid the rest of the dildo in carefully. Kris gagged s it hit the back of his throat.
“Let your head fall back and relax your throat. Try to swallow if you must,” Ishmael said, his tone gentle and encouraging. “Good, that’s it,” he praised him as it went the rest of the way in. “Just breathe through your nose.” He let go of his boy’s chin and began fastening the straps. “Now, that’s better. That mouth of yours is what helped lead you into trouble to begin with. Let this remind you of the value of knowing when to say nothing. It’ll also help train you to take me all the way down.”
Ishmael walked back over to the desk and picked the two pencils and rubber bands back up. Attaching them to the other nipple the same way as he did the first set, he said, “Normally I’d use proper nipple clamps or suckers, but I left those in my room. I think I’d prefer to order new toys for you, though. You’re not like the those I pick up from my club for a night of play. You’re mine and deserve things that are only yours. No, calm yourself. Take slow, deep breaths through your nose and breathe through the pan. Crying will only clog your nose and make it hard for you to breathe. I won’t take the gag out. I’ll simply rinse your nose out and I don’t think you’ll like that, either. Now, come, breathe with me. “He took a deep breath in through his own nose, then exhaled through it. He continued this until Kris was calm, his breathing evened out.
“Good lad,” he said, dropping a kiss onto his forehead. “Now, I’m aching and need my own relief. I’m not going to fuck you just yet. That is for when I have your full, earnest submission. This here, is you accepting punishment for your transgression. Once I let you down, we’ll go over safe words and such. Yes, we’ll have safe words,” he said in response to the look of surprise. “You simply won’t be able to use them conventionally. I’ll explain that later.” He unbuckled and then unzipped his trousers before fishing his cock out from his boxer briefs.
“You need to be a bit lower,” Ishmael mused, releasing himself to take care of that. “There, that’s better,” he said, taking himself back in hand. The gave himself long, deliberate strokes, ending on a twist of the wrist at the end. Soon he was grunting out his release, spraying it across Kris’ face, neck, and abdomen. His cock stayed hard as he walked to stand between Kris’s knees, then aimed his a stream of urine. He splashed his belly, his thighs, and his balls and cock. Giving it a series of short shakes too dry himself, the then tucked it back into his underwear and zipped himself back up, rebuckling his belt.
“Consider yourself marked and claimed,” he said. “Now, I’m going to remove the nipple torture but leave everything else on. Then I’ll let you down and take you to where you can shower.’ He narrowed his eyes. “I can trust you to do that?”
Kris nodded frantically.
“Good,” he said.If he’s telling the truth, I know just the reward.
