Page 50 of Stolen Compliance

Paling, Teo nods shakily. I study him carefully. The still-hard cock, his bare skin on display, and the way his hands tremble as he takes the device and slides it over his dick and fits his balls snugly in the pouch. It’s similar to a cock ring, just…with a little extra attachment around the balls. And a really fun accessory.

Once it’s on, he immediately goes to his hands and knees. I nod at Luca, prompting him to get on with it. Despite his previous laissez-faire attitude, he grimaces as he drizzles the lube on the dildo. It’s a thick one, but Teo has taken thicker. After all, he’s trained for my cock and I’m not an easy one to take. Hell, I’m surprised Luca was able to take as much as he did in his mouth.

Taking a deep breath and carefully holding it at its very end, Luca starts to insert it slowly. Part of me wants to hurry him, but I resist. Instead, I let Teo enjoy his moment. Because soon enough, the burn hits him and that slow, steady build up turns to torture.

I can’t let him focus too much on the pain in his ass, though. Not when I have another plan. “Teo, I want you to set the remote for five to start with. And I want you to press the button, let’s say, every eight seconds. That sounds fun.”

Teo’s already beginning to sweat, his body racked with the pain as Luca does start to actually follow my directions and fuck him hard. But now, to be forced to do this next part himself… The sadistic part in me crows from the success of knowing he has to hurt himself. I should probably think on that moral failing, but fuck that. They’re here for my enjoyment and to prove a point.

We need their complete, total compliance. And just as I finish that thought, Teo presses the button and screams. Luca startles but doesn’t stop. I count the seconds with Teo and am impressed when he actually does hit the button again, only to screech once more.

Over and over the button gets pressed. Only to deliver a strong electrical current straight to the balls. For those who think getting kicked in the balls is the worst ever, this is far more painful. It is, however, safe. At least according to the doctor, who may or may not have been drunk. It really doesn’t matter, though. It’s not like Teo is going to have a kid anytime soon.

At least he’d better not be fucking planning on it. The mere thought of him with some woman pisses me off, and I snap, “Take it up to the max, Teo. If you can survive that, maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you off the hook. I’ll let you have ten seconds in between. Don’t disappoint me, or I’ll make it far worse.”

Sweat drips off him, but he turns the dial and hits the button. The deep breath he took did nothing but give him air to screech. I’m not sure he’s hit that high of a range since puberty. It’s fucking glorious. Still, I don’t want to break my toys, so I halt him after the third press of the button.

“Luca, you can stop, too.” I pretend not to notice the way Luca strokes Teo’s ass as he takes out the dildo. Fucking soft. “Once you’ve recovered, Buttercup, go ahead and get a shower. Then get back here and grab something to drink. We’re not quite done, but Luca and I will get started while you’re taking care of yourself.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Teo gasps, and it sends a shiver down my spine. It’s so rare he gives me that anymore. But damn, when he’s pressed hard enough, he falls right back into his submissive stance. I enjoy both sides to him, but fuck knows I earn it when he gets all soft and cuddly himself.

“Come here, Luca.” I point to my feet, thrilled when Luca crawls to me, not needing the extra instruction.

I keep him kneeling at my feet while Teo manages to finally unstrip his dick and then staggers out of the room, headed for the nearest shower I’m sure. It doesn’t matter who’s around at this point, none of the trainers or slaves will blink at nudity, nor the tears that I’m sure he’s crying. Especially since he didn’t bother to take the nipple clamps off, yet. If it wasn’t soundproof in here, I’d bet we’d hear him all the way from the shower…

To distract myself, I pet Luca’s hair, enjoying its softness. “So, Luca. Tell me… What won’t you do?”

“Sir?” His brow furrows in confusion as he stares up at me, absolutely captivating.

“I’m not talking about hard limits, like kink—that shit you don’t get a say in. I’m asking how far will you let me go? If I tell you to fuck yourself on my cock, will you?”

Luca’s eyes widen, and he stiffens, although I don’t believe it’s in distaste when a blush steals across his body. Hesitantly, he responds, “If that’s what you ask of me, Sir, that’s what I’ll do.”

I blink, surprised he’s given me that much room. I was sure he’d call on his Boss’s name. His guest status. But either he really wants to be fucked by me, which fair, or he truly is going to give me whatever I want. I suppose I’ll find out later on that. But for now, I direct him to grab me the regular lube.

When he hands it to me, I carefully lube myself up before tossing it to him. “You’re going to want to open yourself as much as possible. Because no matter what you think you’ve handled in the past, my dick will fuck you up.”

Luca pauses, seemingly surprised about my warning. To be fair, I honestly don’t know why I’m being so kind. There’s just something about the bunny that draws me in. I hate it and love it all at once. It’s a complicated, yet intoxicating mix. The desire to hurt him and…not protect him, but maybe just go a touch softer on him.

I want both. To see him ruined and to hold him afterward. The only other person who has ever elicited this type of feeling from me is Teo. And somehow, Luca makes it far worse. Because I don’t have the control with him, not when he belongs to another Master.

It’s hard to watch him prepare his hole for me. I’m far too impatient. When Teo saunters in, albeit still somewhat shakily, I decide I’ve had enough. “Alright. Fuck yourself on me, Luca. Make me come. If you do a good job, we’ll give you a treat.”

I meet Teo’s eyes and nod toward the fridge, thankful Luca’s back is to me. For a moment, I lose myself in Teo’s eyes. There’s a storm there. Hurt, anger, jealousy, need. It’s all there for me to see. But a blink and it’s gone. He merely walks over and gets a bottle of water before sitting on the couch.

Before I can ask him anything, Luca is lining himself up with my cock. And to my surprise, when he pushes down, he doesn’t hesitate. I groan as my cock is engulfed in the slick, tight heat.

I gnash my teeth as Luca takes a moment to adjust to me being in him fully. Fuck, I grip his hips tightly, digging my fingers in. I’m about ready to beg myself when he finally starts to push off me before dropping down again. The pace he sets isn’t bad, but it’s not nearly what I want.

Growling, I force him up and turn us around. “Hold onto the damn chair.”

Once he has a good grip on it, I start to fuck him the way I want to—deep, hard, fast. His body quivers under my exertion, but I don’t give a fuck. Nor do I care that he’s increasingly desperate to come.

“Fuck, please, Sir. Please, let me come,” Luca begs prettily.

For a moment, I consider it. So far he’s done everything right. Perhaps a little incentive is worth it. And perhaps I’m getting soft myself. His moans and begging, though…

“Come before me or you won’t be coming for a long fucking time,” I snarl, right as I’m on the edge of the precipice, ready to hurl over.