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It took a few seconds, but Regulus got there “I can’t believe you!” Regulus half yelled “Oh how the mighty have fallen! The great James Potter buying porn to jerk off!” he mocked him.
In the blink of an eye, Regulus was bent over his lap, gasping as James’ hand connected with his ass.
“Do not mock me, Regulus. This is all your fault, after all.”
The spanks were fast and sharp, making Regulus yelp.
“JAMES!” Another slap. “I yield! I’m sorry!” He choked, breathless.
Finally, the spanking stopped. Regulus was panting, wriggling over James’ lap. He hated how much he loved it.
“You’re one to talk,” James growled, voice full of mockery. “The mighty Regulus Black, so independent, so mysterious — and this is how you pay the bills? Showing what’s supposed to only be mine ?”
Regulus couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out. “You think I’m a god?”
Another sharp smack to his ass made him yelp.
“You know how I feel about you,” James said, quieter this time, almost vulnerable. “That’s why I started buying your videos.”
Regulus’ heart stuttered. “As a matter of fact, no, I don’t.”
James didn’t let him move, just kept him pinned down like he owned him. And Regulus couldn’t lie — he liked it.
“How could you not know? You drive me crazy!”
Regulus couldn’t help but tease, couldn’t help but push. “Do I now?”
Another smack, and then James was rubbing his sore skin gently, grounding him.
“Jamie…” Regulus said, turning his face away shyly.
“Yes, Kitten?” The name made him squirm.
“Why won’t you let me cum? Haven’t I been punished enough?”
James only laughed, evil and fond all at once. “Oh kitten, not nearly enough, we still have to talk about you opening an only fans account instead of letting me take care of you all along,”
“That’s not fair! I didn’t even know that was an option, otherwise, I would have taken it, believe me.” And with that, James pinched his ass one more time before readjusting Regulus on his lap so that he was straddling and facing him.
James fixed a curl that was hanging messily in front of Regulus' face “Really? Or are you only saying that because you think that’s what I want to hear?” he asked, you could hear the vulnerability in his voice.
“Oh, sod off James, you know I’ve been crushing on you since I was like 14…” Regulus said avoiding eye contact and pushing him playfully.
“Are you serious?”
“Don’t sound so surprised, it's quite obvious I think.”
Somehow Regulus found himself grinding on James, soft and needy, but James was distracted by a meeting — something Regulus hated.
“Don’t even think about it kitten, I really need to get this done, otherwise I would cancel and spend the whole day talking with you.” He returned his gaze to Regulus’ face while sitting up straight, Regulus was smiling.
“Just talking, Daddy?” he teased shamelessly.
“You are a little minx, aren’t you?” and Regulus put on his best innocent look. “You are not fooling anyone Kitten, come on, up you go.” Regulus got up from James’ lap with a pouty face, “Don’t look at me like that, let's go to my room darling.”
Regulus followed James up the stairs without hesitation, his heart hammering in his chest. As soon as they reached the bedroom, James turned to him.
“Sit on the bed,” he ordered.
Regulus immediately obeyed, climbing onto the mattress and sitting down like a good boy. He didn’t even offer one of his usual snarky remarks — and somehow, that made him feel even smaller, even more obedient. He swallowed thickly, watching with wide eyes as James moved toward the closet.
James rummaged around and came back holding a machine and a dildo. Regulus’ breath caught when he saw it — it was big, a little intimidating, and James was setting the machine up right in front of the bed, low enough to line up perfectly with him.
He didn’t even have time to process it before James was standing in front of him, holding the dildo up.
“So, here’s what’s going to happen, love,” James said, voice firm and steady, “you see this dildo?”
Regulus nodded quickly, his eyes even wider now. It was huge. Somehow that made him blush even harder.
James wasn’t satisfied with a nod, though. He grabbed Regulus’ chin and tilted his face up, forcing him to meet his gaze. “Words, kitten.”
Regulus opened his mouth but nothing came out at first. He fumbled for a second, overwhelmed, then finally managed to squeak out, “Yes, Daddy. I can see the huge dildo.”
James smiled at him — that devastating, knowing smile that made Regulus’ stomach flip.
“Well, thank you, darling. This dildo is an exact replica of my dick, and I had it custom made for you.”
Regulus felt his cheeks flame hotter. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to act when James was looking at him like that, talking to him like that. His voice came out shaky, embarrassed, thrilled. “Thank you, Daddy. It looks nice.”
God, he sounded nervous. Excited. Both.
“You’re welcome, baby,” James murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. The simple affection made Regulus shiver. “I’m going to attach the dildo to the machine, and it’s going to fuck you while I’m at the meeting. The controller is on my phone, so I’ll decide how fast, how hard, and how deep it goes. Understood?”
Regulus nodded again, desperate to please. “Yes, Daddy. Do I— do I get to cum this time? Please?” he asked, trying his best puppy eyes, the ones that usually made James melt.
James laughed, the sound low and fond. “Of course you can, kitten. As many times as you’d like.”
He stroked Regulus’ hair lovingly, and Regulus beamed up at him, feeling warm and wanted and utterly owned. But there was a glint of mischief in James’ eyes that made his stomach clench with anticipation.
“Just keep in mind, my meeting is about an hour long, give or take,” James added lightly, “and that’s how long you’ll be fucked for. Nonstop.”
Regulus’ smile faltered just a little — the reality of it hitting him — but he still nodded, his heart racing. He could do this. He wanted this.
James laughed again, clearly amused by his reaction. “So, what do you say, kitten? Do you want to play with your new toy?”
Regulus was already blushing furiously, but he didn’t hesitate. “Please, Daddy.”
James’ smile softened, turned safe . “Are you sure, kitten? Because if you want to play another game, I won’t be mad. You can use your safe word and we can do other things. Red if you want it to stop, yellow if you need a break or just want to change the scene. The same rules apply while we play.”
Regulus all but purred, overwhelmed by how cared for he felt. “I want to play, Daddy. Please.”
James groaned, looking down at him with something almost like reverence. “Brilliant. Lay back for me, would you?”
Regulus obeyed instantly, arranging himself against the pile of pillows James had set up. James adjusted him further, sliding another pillow beneath his hips to tilt him up, perfectly aligned with the machine.
“Shorts and panties off, kitten.”
Regulus shivered at the command, hurriedly wriggling out of the last of his clothes and getting back into position without hesitation. Somehow, every little thing James asked of him made him feel safer, smaller, more his .
James spread his legs wide open, hands firm but gentle, and Regulus burned under his gaze.
“Gorgeous,” James whispered, pressing a kiss to the inside of his thigh.
Regulus flushed deeper. “Thank you, Daddy.”
James didn’t rush. He just looked at him for a long, agonizing moment, before placing a single finger against his entrance.
“Can I?” he asked, voice low, rough.
Regulus nodded instinctively — but James didn’t let it slide.
“Words, kitten. I need verbal consent.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Regulus said quickly, trying to calm the frantic flutter of his heart. “I give you explicit consent to do anything you’d like to me. I trust you. And if I don’t like something, I’ll tell you.”
He tilted his head a little, giving James a look. “Happy?”
James grinned — that wicked, beautiful grin that made Regulus want to squirm — and said, “Very.”
He slid a finger inside slowly, carefully, and Regulus moaned, his body immediately tightening around the intrusion. He tried to be good, to relax, but James just kept going, adding a second finger, then a third, stretching him open with patient, relentless care.
By the time James decided he was ready, Regulus was already trembling, whining softly, desperate for more.
“All right, kitten. You’re more than ready to take my dick — or, well, the replica.”
James attached the dildo to the machine, positioning it right against Regulus’ stretched, needy hole. Regulus could hardly breathe from how much he wanted it.
“These are the rules, kitten. I’ll turn the machine on, and it’s going to fuck you properly. You’ll love it. But you have to be quiet. I can’t have you screaming during my meeting. Understood?”
Regulus bit his lip, meeting James’ eyes. “Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.”
James’ smile sharpened.
“Oh, but I’m not done,” he said. “You can cum, but you can’t touch yourself. You can only cum on my dick.”
He smirked at him, wicked. “Can you cum from penetration alone, kitten?”
Regulus squirmed, face burning. “I’m not sure, Daddy. Maybe?”
James laughed, full of pure, evil delight. “Brilliant. You’ll try. And if after forty minutes you’re not there yet, you’re allowed to touch yourself. But remember — the machine won’t stop. So cum at your own risk.”
A nervous little knot twisted in Regulus’ stomach, but James caught the look on his face immediately.
“Don’t worry too much, darling,” James said, softer now. “You can handle a bit of overstimulation if you cum too early, or too much, like the cumslut you are. But just in case —” he held up a little remote, “— if you press this button, it’ll shut everything down immediately. But it’s a red button, kitten. Use it if you need to safeword, and only then. And I promise there won’t be any punishment if you do. Ever. Understood?”
Relief and excitement warred inside him, but ultimately the excitement won.
“Yes, Daddy. I understand. Can I please have the dildo now?” he asked sweetly.
James laughed low in his throat. “Greedy whore. Are you a whore, kitten?”
Regulus hesitated, biting his lip, and James didn’t wait — he lubed up the dildo, turned on the machine, and let it push just the head inside him.
Regulus moaned helplessly at the intrusion.
“I must have missed your answer,” James said, grabbing his chin again and forcing him to look up. “Are you a whore, darling?”
He rubbed Regulus’ neglected clit with his other hand, sending a bolt of pleasure through him.
“You must be, all spread out like that, taking my cock so beautifully. I won’t be able to concentrate in my meeting, I’ll be thinking about the whore in my room getting fucked with my dick, isn’t that right? Isn’t my dick good?”
Regulus screamed without meaning to, “Yes, Daddy! It’s so good! Thank you, toy — thank you, thank you!”
James laughed again, removing his hand from Regulus’ cock only to pinch a nipple — once, then harder.
“Then answer me, whore. Are you a whore or not?”
Regulus sobbed, overwhelmed, “Yes, Daddy! I’m a whore!”
James looked pleased. “Yeah? And whose whore are you, kitten?”
He pressed a button on his phone and the machine slid a little deeper, slow but relentless.
“Ah! Daddy! Please!” Regulus moaned. “I’m your whore!”
Satisfied, James grinned wide.
“Then open your mouth.”
Regulus obeyed instantly, and James spat into his mouth.
“Swallow and thank me.”
Regulus swallowed greedily. “Thank you, Daddy. You taste—ahhh, Daddy!”
James’ smug smile was almost unbearable. Regulus tried to glare at him but couldn’t stop himself from squirming and moaning as the machine kept working him open.
“Well, kitten, I’ll go take my meeting now,” James said casually. Before he left, he positioned his iPad carefully, angling it so that Regulus’ fucked-out body was perfectly in frame. He started a video call.
“I’ll leave this here, just so I can watch you cum on my cock. Have fun, kitten.”
He kissed Regulus’ forehead one last time — so gentle, so cruel — and left the room.
Regulus barely even heard him go. He was too far gone already, whimpering as the machine kept driving into him, slow and steady, dragging pleasure out of him until he was almost crying.
Somewhere far away, he heard James’ voice again.
“Good day, ladies and gentlemen. Shall we commence?”
And Regulus knew this was only the beginning.
The door clicked shut behind James, and Regulus was left alone — spread out on the bed, the dildo slowly sliding in and out of his soaked cunt, the machine humming softly. The air in the room felt heavy, thick with the lingering touch of James’ presence.
The replica of James’ cock stretched him wide, every slow thrust making Regulus’ thighs tremble. He whimpered quietly, clenching the sheets in his fists, struggling to keep his breathing under control. The stretch was just as overwhelming as he remembered — perfect, filling, a constant reminder of who he belonged to.
The machine moved at a steady rhythm at first, but James, ever cruel, started adjusting the settings remotely. The dildo pushed deeper, a little faster, and Regulus gasped, slapping a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound. He couldn’t forget Daddy’s orders — he had to stay quiet.
Already, pleasure and pressure coiled deep in his belly, the sensation too much and not enough all at once. His pussy was dripping, soaking the sheets under him, and every thrust dragged slick noises out of him that made his cheeks burn with humiliation.
Daddy made this for me, he thought, dazed. He knew I’d need him even when he wasn’t here.
The machine sped up again, the thrusts harder, rougher. Regulus’ whole body shook, overwhelmed. His clit throbbed with need, untouched, but he remembered James’ instructions: no hands. He could only cum from being fucked.
It felt impossible.
Tears pricked his eyes from the overwhelming sensation. His hips rocked helplessly into the dildo, chasing the friction, chasing something he wasn’t sure he was ready to survive.
The thrusts hit that tender, perfect spot inside him again and again, and his slick poured out of him, messy and uncontrollable. His inner walls fluttered around the dildo, desperate for more, greedy without shame.
He caught sight of James’ iPad still recording, the little red light blinking, and a broken whimper escaped his lips. Daddy is watching. That thought alone pushed him closer to the edge, burning up from the inside.
“Please,” Regulus gasped into his fist, tears sliding down his hot cheeks.
One particularly deep thrust hit exactly right — he couldn’t stop it if he tried. His pussy spasmed hard around the dildo, and Regulus came with a silent, desperate cry, stars exploding behind his eyelids. Slick gushed out of him, soaking the toy and his thighs, his whole body shuddering violently with the force of it.
But the machine didn’t stop.
It kept moving steadily, fucking him through his orgasm, merciless, relentless, like James had promised. Regulus sobbed quietly, his body twitching with oversensitivity, his cunt clenching weakly around the toy that wouldn’t give him a break.
And it was only getting worse.
The machine sped up again — James must have been watching — and the thrusts became shorter but faster, slamming into his already wrecked hole. Regulus twisted on the bed, his legs trembling uncontrollably. The second wave of pleasure was building too fast, too sharp.
He wasn’t ready. He couldn’t handle it.
“Daddy—” he whimpered into the empty room, voice cracking, hips jerking helplessly against the merciless pace.
The overstimulation made it feel like every nerve ending was on fire. His clit throbbed painfully, his pussy fluttered uncontrollably around the toy, and he sobbed as the second orgasm crashed over him without mercy.
This time it was harsher, a violent full-body shudder that left him panting, drooling, trembling from head to toe.
The toy didn’t slow down.
If anything, it went even faster.
Regulus sobbed openly now, past the point of embarrassment, his entire body a live wire of sensitivity, torn between unbearable pleasure and raw, aching need.
And he still had at least 20 minutes left.
Regulus was squirming, panting, his body trembling as the machine steadily fucked him. His pussy was stretched wide around the thick dildo, the toy sliding in and out with obscene wet noises that made his cheeks burn. He could feel slick dripping down the insides of his thighs, making a mess of James’ sheets, but he didn’t dare stop.
Daddy had told him to be good. He was going to be good.
The thrusts were relentless, slow and deep, just like James had set them, and Regulus couldn’t stop the little broken whimpers that kept spilling out of his mouth. His clit throbbed painfully, untouched and desperate for attention, but he kept his hands pinned tightly to the sheets, just like Daddy said.
He bit his bottom lip hard, trying to stay quiet, but when the dildo hit just the right spot inside him, he couldn’t help the moan that escaped.
He sobbed quietly into the pillow, overwhelmed.
His body was too sensitive , already wrecked from his first orgasm earlier, but the machine didn’t care. It kept fucking him at the same steady pace, filling him up over and over, making his cunt flutter helplessly around the thick toy.
Tears spilled from his eyes. His thighs shook.
It was too much — it wasn’t enough — it was perfect.
Regulus gasped sharply when he felt another orgasm creeping up, fast and ruthless, building low in his belly. He tried to hold it back, but it was useless. His body was too overstimulated, too needy.
With a soft, broken cry, he came again, his pussy clenching down hard around the dildo, slick gushing out of him. His whole body shook from the force of it, his toes curling, his chest heaving with sobs.
Still, the machine didn’t stop.
It kept thrusting into his trembling, soaked hole, pushing him higher and higher even when he thought he couldn’t possibly take more. He whimpered into the pillow, his voice hoarse, his body begging for mercy, but he didn’t press the emergency button. He didn’t even think about it.
He wanted this.
He wanted to be good for Daddy.
He could take it. He would take it.
“Thank you, Daddy,” he whimpered brokenly into the pillow, sobbing from how good and how overwhelming it felt, his hips instinctively rocking back against the thrusts even as his body protested.
The iPad screen flickered again — James must be watching — and that thought made Regulus moan, louder this time. He wanted James to see. He wanted him to know how much Regulus loved being used like this, how much he loved belonging to him.
The thrusts didn’t stop. His messy, overstimulated pussy kept taking it, sucking the toy back in greedily with every stroke, even when Regulus thought he might fall apart completely.
And he would.
He would fall apart — beautifully — for Daddy.
Regulus barely registered the sound of the door opening.
He was too far gone — a sobbing, moaning mess — his pussy still stuffed full, clenching weakly around the thick dildo even as slick kept dripping out of him, soaking the sheets below.
Then he heard it —
heavy footsteps, a low chuckle —
and a hand, so big and warm, brushing the hair away from his tear-stained face.
“There’s my good boy,” James said, his voice so tender it made Regulus sob harder.
“You did so fucking well for me, kitten. Look at you, still taking my cock like a good little whore.”
Regulus turned his head weakly, blinking up at him with glassy, overwhelmed eyes.
James smiled at him, all pride and wicked affection.
“Daddy’s done with his meeting, love. You were so good. So pretty,” he murmured, bending down to kiss Regulus’ trembling mouth.
Regulus whimpered into the kiss, desperate for more, needy and ruined.
James pulled away slightly, cupping Regulus’ flushed cheeks with both hands, thumbs stroking soothingly over his skin. “Ready for your reward, darling? Gonna give you exactly what you deserve.”
Without waiting for an answer, James reached for the machine and finally turned it off, the dildo sliding free of Regulus’ wrecked pussy with a wet, lewd noise that made the boy whimper again.
James leaned down and kissed the inside of his trembling thigh, murmuring praises against his skin.
“So good for me. So perfect.”
He reached down, two fingers sliding easily into Regulus’ soaked cunt, feeling how loose and messy he was. Regulus gasped, hips twitching desperately at the slightest touch.
“Still so sensitive, aren’t you, baby?” James whispered, pressing a kiss to his hip. “My poor kitten, all fucked out and still wanting more.”
Regulus nodded frantically, too overwhelmed for words.
James smiled wickedly and leaned down, finally giving Regulus what he had craved the whole time — his mouth on him, soft and wet and warm, licking into his overstimulated cunt like he was starving for him.
Regulus screamed, grabbing helplessly at the sheets as James devoured him, tongue pushing deep, lips sucking hard on his clit until Regulus was sobbing for him, legs kicking weakly against the bed.
He came almost instantly, his third orgasm tearing through him so violently he thought he might faint, back arching off the bed as James held him down and drank every drop of him, growling softly into his soaked, fluttering pussy.
When it was over, Regulus collapsed against the pillows, limp and shaking and crying, overwhelmed and so, so happy.
James climbed up the bed, gathering him into his arms, pressing kisses all over his sweaty forehead and cheeks.
“You did so well for me, kitten,” he whispered, voice full of love. “I’m so proud of you.”
Regulus sobbed quietly against his chest, clinging to him, feeling safe and perfect and utterly, completely owned.