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Jace doesn't know how long he's been like this for. Hours? Days? He kneels on knees that ache desperately, wrists bound behind his back. The bonds pull so tightly that his shoulders are pulled back, pushing forward his slim, pale chest. His skin is adorned in lace that looks so delicate on him, a soft pink bra accentuating his chest, a matching set of panties and a thick, shimmering chain pulled tight around his neck all that he wears.
“Focus,” comes a low, gravelly growl above him. Jace doesn't so much as glance up but whimpers apologetically, leaning in to nuzzle against Porter's bare thigh. The chain tugs sharply, tightening around Jace’s neck- and he's powerless to stop himself from being tugged face-first into the stirring bulge of his Master's cock. He mouths at it eagerly, tongue lathing over the fabric, spit soaking it until it clings to Porter's skin. The taste of his Master's sweat makes Jace ache with unaddressed desire, that musky scent flooding his mind.
“Good boy,” Porter praises, one of those big, strong hands affectionately ruffling Jace’s hair. Jace can't help to wonder what that hand would feel like wrapped around his neck and squeezing, taking instead of giving.
He lowers his focus from the heft of his Master's cock, kissing and mouthing eagerly at his weighty, aching balls. The scent of his Master's sweat is stronger here and Jace can't help but bury his face eagerly against the spit-damp fabric, taking a long, deep sniff. The keening whine it tugs from him frankly should be embarrassing but Jace doesn't care, Porter openly laughing at such a shameless display as his pet so desperately inhales his scent.
“Greedy slut. Knew you'd like this filthy shit.” Porter scritches through Jace’s hair as his pretty pet blushes, such a sweet, obedient boy. When he stands up Jace tries to chase with his mouth, his tongue- but he knows better than to stand, than to rise from his aching, bruised knees. He gazes up at his Master, mouth open, tongue lolling out.
“Good pet,” Porter rumbles, seemingly satisfied. His hands go to the waistband of his jockstrap and Jace watches with hungry eyes, daring not even to blink. His Master pulls down the scant fabric of his jock, his fat cock springing forth before Jace’s very eyes. He doesn't flinch away as it slaps him in the face, thick and hefty, leaving a red mark on his forehead that Porter just laughs at.
“Go on, then,” his Master goads, giving himself a few long, languid strokes. Precum is beading at the tip of his cock and Jace can feel himself salivating as he watches it gather, whimpering up at his Master needily.
They don't need to exchange words. Porter lets go of his cock and moments later Jace is surging towards him, eagerly enveloping his Master's cock into his mouth. Normally he'd do a little song and dance, some licking and teasing, playing hard to get- but he wants this so badly, so desperately. He moans low in his throat as he sinks down on Porter's cock, relishing the taste of sweat and precum on his tongue, the way his mouth aches stretched so wide around his girth.
“There you go,” Porter growls, easing himself into Jace’s mouth. He watches as Jace lets his eyes flutter closed, clearly overtaken in the bliss of the moment as his Master takes him, as he fulfils his true purpose. Just a pretty little thing for his Master to fuck, to pull apart over and over, to be his desperate little plaything. Jace’s cock throbs in his lace panties as Porter bottoms out, his nose nestled into sweat-damp pubes that shouldn't be so alluring. His Master holds him there for a few moments too long- and it's only when Jace starts squirming with tears shimmering in his eyes and burning lungs that Porter pulls back, watching with sick satisfaction as Jace gasps for aching breaths.
“That's better,” Porter purrs, leaning in to cradle Jace’s jaw, gently soothing a thumb over a tear-streaked cheek. Jace nuzzles into his touch and Porter can't help but smirk. He truly always is so easy, so desperate.
“Now,” He tilts Jace’s chin upwards so that their eyes meet, so that his little pet stops drooling over his cock for a brief moment. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” and it's an automatic response, voice hoarse and lips dry, spoken without so much as a thought. “You, Sir. Yours, forever.”
The forever makes Porter's heart ache in a way he would never admit and brings a little smile to his otherwise stern expression. He quickly replaces it with that same stoic neutrality, but Jace notices. He always notices.
“Good.” With more force than strictly required Porter avails himself of Jace’s mouth once more, groaning low in satisfaction as Jace relaxes his throat, as he doesn't even attempt to resist. The chain around Jace’s neck stays slack, looped around Porter's wrist as he tangles his fingers in Jace's already messy hair.
Porter isn't kind to him. Jace doesn't want him to be. Jace loses himself in the harsh, snapping thrusts of his Master's hips, the thick heft of his cock on his tongue, the scent of his sweat and musk as his nose is pressed against his skin over and over. He aches so desperately to touch himself, wrists rubbing raw from the binds- by design, of course- and the pain does nothing to ease his unrelenting arousal. Above him, Porter is losing himself in the pleasure of his pet's mouth, the tight heat of his throat, the glide of those spit-slick, swollen lips. He ruts against Jace’s face with almost reckless abandon, tugging his hair roughly to meet his thrusts, undoubtedly leaving that pretty face marred with unsightly bruises.
“Fuck yes,” he growls, low and gravelly, in a tone that makes Jace visibly shudder beneath him. The taste of precum lingers on his tongue and Jace would give anything to stay like this forever. On knees bruised and battered, throat and lips swollen with use, the taste of his Master’s precum coating his tongue. Even just the drag of the lace over his drooling cock pulls gasping whimpers from him when he dares to breathe, little snatches of breath between brutal thrusts. His Master growls and pants above him, bucking and sweaty as if a beast in rut, desperately trying to breed his mate.
What Jace isn't expecting is for Porter to shift his stance, to press his still sock-clad foot to the aching swell of his cock. He cries out around his Master's cock, wide-eyed in surprise- but before he even has time to process what's going on Porter shoves roughly into his mouth, tugging him close, holding himself deeply down Jace’s throat. It's all Jace can do to tremble and take it as Porter's cock throbs thickly on his tongue, as his Master growls primally while spilling down his throat.
By the time Porter pulls back enough for Jace to breathe the room is starting to grow unfocused around him, sounds and sights blurring into something wholly unidentifiable. Jace sucks down gasping, raspy breaths, his chest heaving as he practically gulps down air. Tears stream down his face and he can taste cum lingering in the back of his throat, and- iron? When did he start bleeding? His Master gently soothes a hand through his hair, giving his spent cock a few idle strokes with the other as he comforts this beautiful wreck of a man.
Even through broken pants and with tears on his cheeks, Jace rocks his hips up against the foot pressed against his cock, whimpering oh so pathetically.
“Please,” he begs, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper. It hurts to even speak but Jace doesn't care, trembling in sheer desperation.
“Please what?” Porter grinds his foot down against Jace’s clothed cock and he sobs, broken and pliant at his Master's feet.
“Sir, please Sir, I- I want to-”
Even before Jace can finish the sentence Porter is rocking his foot down against his cock, his motions smooth and firm. It's barely a matter of moments before Jace is crying out brokenly as he falls apart, cock twitching visibly in his lace panties, saturating the fabric with his spend. As he cries out and ruts up against his Master's foot his cum seeps through the delicate fabric, smearing against the swell of his cock and the sole of his Master's foot.
“Good boy,” Porter purrs, gazing lustfully down at his precious little toy as he trembles to pieces, as he finds the peak of his pleasure ground beneath him. Jace looks up at him with a blissed-out smile and not a thought in that sweet, pretty little head.