It was wonderful.
“That’s it,” Peter said when Chad remained perfectly still. “I don’t want to feel you move a muscle.”
Chad felt a shudder run through him and his cock spasmed, but otherwise he managed to stay utterly frozen.
Peter didn’t talk to him again. Chad could hear him moving things around on top of the table, and he recognized the sound of a silver plate warmer being removed. The smell of a perfectly cooked steak filled the air and Chad’s mouth watered. He hadn’t eaten at all since before his weapons training class, and he was starving.
But Peter kept right on ignoring him. Chad listened as he cut into the steak and started eating, one hand occasionally moving down to pat the top of Chad’s head, but he was offered no food or attention aside from the occasional pat.
Chad loved it.
There was something wonderfully humiliating about being put into such a subservient position and then ignored. It made Chad’s cock leak pre-cum like he couldn’t believe, and the scent of Peter’s crotch was only getting more and more heady. After a while it felt like he was floating on a cloud of bliss, the only thing anchoring him to the world Peter’s massive thighs on either side of his head.
“Are you hungry?”
It took Chad a few seconds to gather his thoughts enough to even realize that he’d been asked a question, and when he opened his mouth to answer he found his voice strangely difficult to produce.
“Yes, sir,” he finally croaked. The next thing he knew Peter was pressing a piece of meat to his lips, pushing it in past his teeth along with his fingers. He’d removed his gloves, and Chad licked the juices clean off his fingers before Peter withdrew and let him chew the tiny morsel.
It tasted delicious—cooked just how Chad liked it—though it had long since gone cold.
“More?” Peter asked, another piece of meat already pushing against Chad’s bottom lip. Chad opened his mouth to accept it, and Peter repeated the procedure by shoving it inside and having Chad lick his fingers clean.
It went on like that, and slowly but surely his hunger was sated. He had no idea how long it took, each bite a lengthy affair, but when Peter finally pushed his chair back and told Chad to stand his knees were aching and his legs would barely carry him.
“You can do it,” Peter said, steadying him with a firm grip on his waist. When Chad felt like he had found his footing, Peter slid his hands up and sought out Chad’s nipples, twisting them painfully and pulling him up on his toes.
“I’m going to give you a choice,” Peter said, not easing up on the pressure on Chad’s nipples in the slightest. “On what we do next. Do you understand?”
Chad tried to nod, but the stiff edge of the posture collar stopped him. He made a whining sound that he hoped Peter could understand.
“Is that a yes?” Peter asked, pinching down on Chad’s nipples with even more force.
“Yes, sir!” Chad called out, gritting his teeth and feeling like he was going to come apart. It had been so long since Peter had used him like this—harsh and with no mercy—and he’dmissedit.
“Good boy. Come with me.”
Peter stepped away, and Chad gasped at the feeling of blood rushing back into his sensitive nips. Before he had any time to compose himself, however, Peter was pulling on his leash and yanking him out of the room.
This time Peter didn’t stop to fondle and play with him, but Chad’s cock was rock hard all the same. He was leaving a trail of pre-cum all over the apartment, his cock leaking like a faucet, and just thinking about the cleaning people coming in and seeing the mess in the morning had him squirming in humiliation.
When they got to the bedroom Peter unlaced the armbinder keeping Chad’s arms locked together and rubbed his shoulders. Having been pulled back for so long had left Chad’s shoulders feeling sore and achy, but Peter’s massage felt amazing. He leaned into the touch, moaning and groaning as Peter’s strong fingers relaxed the abused muscles.
“Close your fists,” Peter ordered, stepping away. Chad obeyed the command, unsurprised when he felt a pair of bondage mittens being pulled over his hands and laced up tight. He was surprised, however, when Peter locked the two mittens together at his front rather than his back. Whatever Peter planned on doing he obviously wanted Chad’s back exposed.
“So here are your options,” Peter said, pulling Chad back against his chest and wrapping an arm around his waist. He felt big and strong and completely in control. Chad leaned back against his body, Peter’s voice speaking right into his ear. It was low and heated, and it pleased Chad that he could make Peter sound that way.
“Single tail on your back, my fist in your ass, or cock and ball torture.”
It took a second for Chad to register what Peter had said, and when it did he shuddered. He wasn’t sure if it was in arousal or fear.
Peter’s options were all things that had at some time pushed him to use his safeword.
The single tail whip hurt like a bitch, wrapping around his torso in a fiery strip of pain and leaving marks that took weeks to heal. The last time Peter had picked it up Chad had used his safeword by the third hit, and Peter had spent the whole evening comforting him and making him feel good.
Which come to think of it had been amazing.
Peter’s fist was another matter entirely. Peter had enormous hands, and the last time he’d tried putting it in Chad’s ass Chad had tapped out well before he reached the widest part. Peter had been annoyed that Chad wasn’t willing to keep trying, and Chad had been angry that Peter had been annoyed.
