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“Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
“Alright. I’m going to lay out the terms, and you’re going to agree to them verbally.”
“Right.”
Soren laid a hand on the leather collar in its sleek carrying case. “While you are wearing this collar, you are mine.”
“Yes.”
“Whatever I say is law. Either you obey me, or you get punished.”
“Yes.”
“At any point, and for any reason, you can call a stop, and the collar will come off immediately. When the collar is off, we are equals, and I will treat you as such. While the collar is on, you are below me, like a pet or a possession, and I will treat you as such.”
“Yes.”
“While you are collared, I will say and do things that are meant to hurt you. I will hit you, degrade you, let others play with you, and fuck you when and how I please. I will likely do things you do not want. I plan to put you in situations that will be humiliating, stressful, uncomfortable, and unfair. I may tell you to do things that are physically impossible, and I will punish failure. I will use you for my own pleasure, and I may not give you the same satisfaction in return.”
”I understand.”
“As part of our agreement, I will not listen to words like ‘no’ or ‘stop’ in most cases. I will always listen to your safeword. What is your safeword?”
“Oleander.”
“Good. How do you signal a stop if you aren’t able to speak?”
“Snapping, tapping on an object, or some other way to make a repetitive noise. Three beats for stop, two for pause. Snapping is the preferred method.”
“Good.” Soren traced his finger across the leather idly as he pressed on. “There is a release spell on the collar for emergencies; since you attuned to the collar earlier, you’ll be able to access it nonverbally. Aside from the spell as part of a stop, you will not remove or loosen the collar. I will if it’s necessary.”
“Understood.”
“I will not collar you in public; the collar is for home, the Rope Trick, and private events. You will alwaysbe collared at the Rope Trick and private events.”
“Yes.”
“That being said, the rules on how other people can treat you are different. You aren’t collared to them, and unless I say otherwise, they can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. If someone violates that, call a stop immediately and tell me what happened.”
“I understand.”
“When we’re at home, I may tell you to get your collar, or have it laid out by the door for when you get home from work. You’re not obligated to obey- again, when the collar is off, we are equals.”
“Yes.” Kondo shifted his weight on the cushion he was kneeling on.
“We’re almost done, don’t worry.” Soren picked up on his restlessness. “If I plan to keep you collared longer than eight hours, I will inform you ahead of time. Multi-day sessions will be rare and mutually agreed upon.”
“Yes.”
“I will do my best to keep you safe in scenes. If I feel like you’re in a bad place, I will stop. I still need you to advocate for yourself, though; if something isn’t working, it’s imperative you let me know. At any point, either of us can ask to renegotiate the terms of the scene or your collaring.”
“Yes.”
“You’re always entitled to aftercare, and the only thing that will stop me from giving it is if I am physically incapable of doing so. You can ask me for a specific kind of care if there’s something you prefer, but I will default to our established routine.”
“Yes.”
“And finally…” Soren reached out to caress Kondo’s cheek. “…I love you. I genuinely don’t want you to come to any real harm, and I care very deeply about your safety and your enjoyment. It’s important to me that you know that.”
Kondo leaned into Soren’s touch for a moment, taking a deep, calming breath. “I understand. I love you too.”
Soren smiled, brushing his thumb affectionately across scar tissue before pulling away and picking up the collar. “Alright. Everything else, we’ll go over when you’re collared.”
Kondo’s tail twitched behind him. “There’s more?”
“We went over the collaring terms, but you need to know the rules. Unless you want to get punished for breaking rules you don’t know, which is fine by me.” Soren’s warm smile shifted to a more mischievous grin with the light threat.
“No, no, I’ll listen.” Kondo grumbled.
“I bet you will. Lean forward for me.” Soren leaned down, wrapping the leather around Kondo’s throat and pulling the buckle comfortably snug. He held them in place by the d-ring for just a moment as he reached back into the carrying case and pulled out a small metal tag. He showed it to Kondo, front and back, before clipping it to the ring.
‘J. Kondo, He/They. Property of Soren McGee; Please Return if Found.’
The tag clicked against the metal ring as Soren secured it, then drew back, admiring Kondo in the black leather collar. There was a moment of silence as they both settled into their roles; Kondo relaxing into a submissive mindset while Soren’s dominant nature flared up.
“It looks good on you.” Soren murmured, dragging his gaze up Kondo’s body, already undressing them with his eyes. “…alright. I’m only going to give you the rules once. If I have to remind you, there’s going to be consequences, so you’d better listen.”
Kondo nodded once, focusing his attention wholly on Soren. “Yes, sir.”
“Good- you already know the first one.” Soren leaned back in his chair, reclining comfortably- almost carefree, as if it was no concern to him at all whether or not Kondo absorbed any of his rules. “You will always refer to me as ‘Sir’. When I tell you to do something or ask a question, you say ‘yes, sir’ or ‘no, sir’. No excuses, no exceptions; I will punish you if you disrespect me.”
“Yes, sir.”
“The same goes for the other doms at the Rope Trick. You will always address your betters with respect.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You will not speak unless you’re spoken to or given permission. If I’m busy and you need my attention, you’ll kneel at my feet and wait until I address you. If it’s important, you can get my attention with a ‘sir’, but it had better be urgent.”
Goosebumps were already crawling up Kondo’s arms. “Yes, sir.”
“When you’re with me, you’ll walk behind me, on or off of your leash, and kneel at my feet when we aren’t walking. If I haven’t given you something to do with your hands, you’ll keep them folded behind your back. Show me how your arms go.”
“Yes, sir.” Kondo folded his arms behind his back, steadying himself on his cushion as he did so.
“When I tell you to do something, you do it. I don’t want to hear ‘no’ or ‘I don’t want to’ or ‘please don’t make me’. You don’t get a choice. If you don’t obey, I will punish you, and I’ll make it hurt. Toys don’t get to dictate how they’re played with.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’ll respect the other doms, but they do not own you. If somebody tells you to do something that I haven’t cleared, you find me first. Nobody should be touching or using you without my permission. Your body belongs to me, and me only.”
“Yes, sir.”
“It does not belong to you. You won’t touch yourself without my permission, you won’t finish without my permission, you won’t even go to the bathroom without my permission.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Who does your body belong to?”
“You, sir.”
“What happens if you disobey me?”
“I’ll get punished, sir.”
“And what are you?”
“A toy, sir.”
“That’s right.” Soren reached out to pat Kondo’s head, owner to dog. “Now, you’re going to sit nicely on this cushion while I go get everyone else. I’m sure they’re eager to get this party started.”
Kondo’s brow furrowed. “Party?”
“Did you think I reserved a private room just to go over rules?” Soren laughed as he made for the door. “It’s a big day for you, Kondo- you deserve to be at the center of attention.” He opened the door, pausing before exiting the room. “By the way- every time you forget to say ‘yes, sir’ is one more round of edging before you get to finish tonight. You’re already at one.”
Kondo recognized his mistake with a start and a small groan as Soren closed the door behind him. Godsdamnit- he was off to a rough start.
—
Soren wasn’t gone for very long. Kondo snapped to attention as the door handle clicked, realizing he was already starting to lower his arms from where they were held and correcting himself before the door swung open. Soren entered, followed by several of his friends: Feri, Markis, Adonic and Karis… the sight of them made Kondo’s legs a little weak. He hadn’t known about Soren’s plans to make the collaring a group event.
All of their eyes were immediately on Kondo as they poured into the private room. It was hard not to squirm under their gazes, and he ended up overcorrecting, freezing in place like a startled animal as they all crowed their approval and praise.
“Gods, there he is…”
“Handsome little thing, look at him!”
“Nothing gets the blood pumping like a fuckpet on his knees.”
“Ugh, you lucky bastard, Soren.”
“Don’t I know it.” Soren’s voice had a warmth and affection in it that broke through the persona of the harsh dom for a moment, full of pride and love.
“I keep forgetting how little he is-“
”Says the dwarf.”
“He’s practically purse-sized!”
“I prefer to think of him as a lapdog.”
“Can we touch, Soren?”
“Of course. Just don’t play with his cock- he’s easy to set off.”
“Noted…” Karis, a thin, lithe little drow, dropped a bag into Adonic’s hands and started to circle Kondo, eyes skipping over his body. He was still clothed, albeit in loose, simple garments, and the first thing the diviner did was slide his hands under the hem of Kondo’s shirt and pull it up and off of him. Kondo wobbled in place, catching himself and quickly returning his hands to their folded position.
Karis traced long, thin fingers across the back of Kondo’s shoulders, sending waves of goosebumps down their back, before reaching down to pinch a nipple hard. Kondo suppressed a yelp, standing firm, which just made the little elf go even harder on the other one. “What a treat. Can we give him orders?”
“Yes. Kondo, did you hear that?”
“I- yes, sir.” Kondo tried not to let themself get too distracted as Karis toyed with their nipples, although he seemed determined to wring a noise out of them.
“Any special plans for him?”
“A few, but we have all night. As long as you don’t finish him off, do whatever you’d like.”
“Delicious.” Karis gave a vicious smile that turned Kondo’s stomach to water. “Adonic, come help me-“
Karis’s husband plodded over, taking up a position behind them. The pair stripped Kondo the rest of the way down, grabbing and groping at them all the while. Adonic especially was happy to fondle Kondo’s ass, squeezing hard with rough, calloused hands until a little noise escaped their throat.
“I’ve been wanting to really put him through his paces since you told us about collaring him. It takes a special little pain slut to be crazy enough to collar himself to Soren McGee.” Karis said, standing up and nudging Kondo’s knees further apart with his foot. “Face down, slut.”
The private rooms at the Rope Trick were cushy and comfortable, with plenty of pillows and cushions scattered about. Kondo bent over, face down into one of the cushions as Adonic propped their hips up with a wedge-shaped pillow to keep their ass in the air. They were so focused on not toppling over with their arms behind them that they completely forgot their expected response; it was only a murmur from Soren that reminded them, “That’s two, Kondo.”
“Shit…” Kondo’s curse was muffled by the cushion.
“We should put a leash on him.” Feri chimed in.
“Oh, good idea. Soren, do you- perfect, thank you.” Karis circled back around, stooping down to clip the leash to Kondo’s collar. He passed the end of it off to Feri, who gave a giddy, almost maniacal little laugh.
Feri had an obsession with boots, something that Kondo remembered when he used a foot clad in heavy black leather to tilt their chin up to look at him. Kondo wobbled and nearly fell over, totally unbalanced from not being allowed to use their arms to catch themself, but managed to look up enough to catch the cruel grin on the elf’s face.
“Pretty boy…” Feri crooned, the leash pulled taut in his hand. “Go on, kiss it.” He nudged Kondo’s chin with the boot again.
Kondo grimaced, but pressed their lips to the toe of the boot, still glaring up at Feri in an attempt to retain a little dignity. It didn’t feel like it worked, as Feri just laughed and withdrew his foot, allowing Kondo’s head to fall again. “I see a little fire in him.”
Soren laughed from somewhere out of Kondo’s line of sight. “Oh, he’s a massive brat when he wants to be. He’s easy to break, though- and it’s worth it every time.”
“Mmm, I bet it is… you know I love putting a bratty little fuckpet in its place.” Feri toyed with the leash as he spoke. “You should bring him to one of my parties.”
Adonic let out a bark of laughter from behind Kondo, reminding them suddenly that the pair of men was still there. “Feri, can we go twenty minutes without you mentioning one of your parties? We’re at a party right fucking now.”
Feri made a sound of exaggerated outrage. “Rude! Karis, are you going to let him get away with talking to me like that?”
“Yes, because I agree with him. It’s in poor taste.”
Feri replied with a ‘hmph’. “Whatever. …here, I think we should…”
His voice lowered to a near-whisper that Kondo could no longer make out as he murmured something to Adonic and Karis. Kondo’s tail twitched nervously as the trio all laughed softly, and Feri shifted back into Kondo’s line of sight, tugging on the leash again.
“Alright, bitch, change of plans. Sit up.”
Kondo frowned, but moved to obey with a “Yes, sir,” shifting to sit back up. Just as their head started to lift, Feri’s boot came down onto the leash, yanking them right back down and pinning them in place. Kondo let out a grunt of surprise, straining helplessly against the leash.
“Did you not hear me? I told you to sit up.” Feri said, voice betraying their shit-eating grin.
Kondo let out a little growl, moving to sit up again. Feri allowed just an inch of leash to go slack before pressing the boot down again, preventing further movement. As they struggled against the shortened leash, a faint ‘swish’ acted as the only warning before a sharp crack landed on their exposed ass, pain blossoming in a thin line across their skin.
Kondo yelped, struggling to get away from the unseen riding crop and finding themself totally stuck. Feri shifted his weight, using the foot not pinning the leash down to tilt Kondo’s chin up again. “Are you stupid, sweetheart? It’s not that hard. Just sit up.”
Kondo glowered up at him, freeing their arms from behind their back and trying to push themself off the ground. The crop snapped against their left arm, sending another line of pain across the flesh of their wrist. “Put it back, bitch.” Karis snapped, holding the tip of it threateningly against their arm until they tucked it back behind their back, letting out a pained hiss.
“Kondo, you keep forgetting.” Soren chastised, sounding amused. “I think we’re going to have to stop counting at five, or you’re just never going to get to finish again.”
“I’ve got it.” Adonic grabbed Kondo by the broken horn, tilting their head back and forcing their mouth open. A ring was shoved between their teeth, the leather strap pulled around their head and tightened to secure the gag. They let out a shuddering little noise of despair as their head dropped again, hiding their shame in the cushion as the doms all laughed at them.
”Alright. Up.” Feri ordered again. Kondo once again attempted to sit up, finding himself still caught at the end of the leash. The crop snapped against his ass, prompting a whimper of pain amplified by the ring gag. “Up.” He was barely able to try this time before receiving another blow.
The game continued for a few more rounds- Feri ordering Kondo up, sometimes even giving him an inch of slack in the leash, but inevitably stopping him before he could rise and earning him a sharp blow across his ass. The doms seemed to find a lot of fun in this, laughing and taunting him for not being able to do something ‘so easy’. The gag kept him from complaining or even begging for Feri to please just let him up; all he could do was whimper and groan with every increasingly-harsh blow.
“You’re all so mean to him.” A new voice joined the chorus of taunts.
“Wha- gods, Elton, when did you get here?!”
“Just now. I guess you were too busy kicking a tied dog to hear the door. I brought snacks!”
”Elton. I, uh, didn’t realize Soren had invited you.”
“Why wouldn’t I invite Elton?”
“I just, uh, I thought-“
“Adonic, shut up. Good to see you, Elton.”
“You too, Karis! Sorry I’m late. I’m assisting the committee with the low-level publications and it went long. There’s some really promising up-and-comers, though- one of my students has a really neat divination spell I think you might like.”
“Oh, that’s nice! You’ll have to tell me about it soon, I love new publications. Don’t think I didn’t see that.” The crop snapped against Kondo’s arm, punishing a break in the stance. Kondo wished they would just tie his arms and give him a break from having to hold them there.
“Get up, Kondo.” Feri repeated the refrain. He wearily moved to sit up, and was surprised to find himself actually moving, the leash no longer pinned down. He settled back on his heels to a chorus of condescending cheers from the group.
“Look at that, he finally got it!”
“Good boy, we knew you could do it.”
“Should we give him his reward?”
Adonic grabbed him again, wrapping a blindfold around his eyes and tying it tight. An unseen hand grabbed his chin, wiping away a trail of drool that had leaked past the gag. The owner of the hand patted his cheek, then guided their cock into his mouth, thrusting deep until he gagged as it hit the back of his throat. It was almost certainly Feri, both from positioning when he had been blindfolded and the lack of body hair.
The soft groan of satisfaction gave it away for sure, along with Feri’s murmur of, “Yes, choke on it, bitch.” Kondo didn’t exactly have any other option, letting out a muffled noise as the hand grabbed the back of their head and tightened around short hair. Their hands dropped again, and a sharp crack against the base of their tail served to remind them that they were still being watched by Adonic and Karis. Their cry of pain was interrupted by another deep thrust from Feri, beginning a slow, languid rhythm that proved you didn’t need to be fast in order to be rough.
Elton spoke again, mouth full of whatever snack he had brought. “Mmh. Karis, are you two planning to use him next?”
“We don’t have any particular plans, I’m just going with the flow. Do you want to cut in?”
“If you don’t mind- Soren promised I could ride him, and it’s easier to do that before you boys completely ruin him.”
Karis aimed a blow at the back of Kondo’s thigh, seemingly for no other reason than to hear them yelp through the face-fucking. “Us? Ruin him?” He said innocently. “You wound me, Elton.”
“Ha. Don’t bat your eyes at me, I know how you are. If I don’t jump in fast enough you’ll wear a sub out so badly he finishes before I can even get fully seated.” Elton said with a laugh.
“That’s why you should be there while we’re wearing him out, doll.”
“Mmm… tempting, but maybe later. Poor thing’s got a long night, and at least five rounds before he gets to finish. I want some control while I torture him.”
“Can’t blame you for that. Later, then.” Karis left a matching mark on Kondo’s other thigh, then again on their arm as they wobbled in place and tried to steady themself. “Markis, you’ve been awfully quiet. Any plans?”
“Oh, absolutely- I’m showing Soren a new spell I’m working on. I’ll demonstrate it a little later, it’s very fun.”
“I think you all are really going to like this one. It’s some brilliant conjuration.”
The part of Kondo’s brain that was still paying attention and not just being used as a stupid little fuckhole twisted with nerves. What the hells kind of conjuration were they planning to work with him? The very idea sent a shiver of sex-charged anxiety through his body, although he was quickly distracted by Feri speeding up.
It was almost automatic to run their tongue along the underside of Feri’s cock, and it was obviously the right move, as the elf gave a pleased little groan and tightened his grip on Kondo’s hair. Karis aimed two more harsh blows at the base of their tail, drawing out whimpers of pain that hummed up Feri’s cock until he reached a breaking point, holding Kondo’s head firm as he finished. They let out a strangled moan as he filled their mouth, swallowing as much as they could until he pulled out and spilled what was left over their face.
He released Kondo’s head, leaving them swaying in place and coughing a bit as cum dribbled from the corners of their mouth. Karis hit them one more time, a heavy blow on their ass that made them jump and yelp, drawing their arms behind their back again. Feri tousled their hair as he walked away. “He’s a good little fuckhole, that’s for sure.”
Elton’s voice drew closer. “My turn!” He said in a singsong tone, reaching down and patting Kondo’s cheek. “You’re going to be good for me, too, aren’t you, Kondo?”
Gagged and unable to speak, Kondo simply nodded, praying that Elton would be merciful on them. Honestly, they hadn’t penetrated anyone since meeting Soren, and part of them was excited, even if they knew that they weren’t going to get to finish; the rest of them was terrified that he was going to set them off and earn them an even worse punishment than just being edged half to death.
“Good boy.” Elton murmured. “Now give me your hands.”
Kondo unfolded their arms from behind their back and extended them blindly towards Elton, wincing as his fingers brushed the welts from Karis. He wrapped silken rope around their wrists, carefully tying them together in an elaborate series of knots until they were firmly bound. Once that was done, he guided Kondo to lay down, tipping them backwards with a hand guiding them to slow the fall until they were on their back.
“Arms up.” Elton prompted. They obeyed, feeling the ropes hum with magic as they snagged on something invisible and caught in the air, holding their arms above their head. Their tail twitched anxiously as he checked the knots, then stepped back to get something ready, leaving them open and vulnerable.
They were in a nervous enough mindset that they jumped when Elton’s hand brushed down their body, letting out a pathetic little whimper that drew derisive laughter from all of the doms watching. “Shh… calm down, puppy dog, you’re alright.” Elton soothed, in the same low tone that one might use on a startled cat. His hand crept down to their cock, brushing up the shaft and stroking it fully to attention.
Something cool and wet dripped onto their cock, spread by a few strokes from Elton. After a few moments, a tingling numbness began to crawl across everywhere the liquid touched. Numbing lube- something Kondo was, unfortunately, rather familiar with. It was a good idea, although part of them was still disappointed as Elton rolled a condom over their cock. The half-goliath moved to straddle them, pinning their body under thick thighs as he centered himself.
He was hot and wet as he lowered himself onto them with a happy little sigh, and if Kondo hadn’t been desensitized already just the feeling might have been enough to totally set them off. Elton got fully seated, rolling his hips experimentally. “Mmh… that’s nice.” He said, repeating the motion and drawing a shaky little moan out of Kondo.
He lifted himself up, then rolled his hips back down, beginning a steady, rhythmic bounce. Even through the condom and the numbness, it felt incredible for Kondo as the evoker clenched around them. Their head lolled back, shuddering gasps escaping their body with each careful motion of his hips, and their tail twitched and writhed, eventually finding one of Elton’s legs and coiling around it as if holding on for dear life.
“Good boy…” Elton purred. He slid one hand down Kondo’s chest, pressing it against their stomach. There was only the faintest sound of crackling electricity to serve as a warning before a shock of electric pain shot through Kondo, conducted outward from Elton’s fingertips. Kondo shrieked, writhing under him as his hand clenched, a low moan rumbling from his chest. The hand slid off of their body, and another crackling noise preceded a second shriek, this one from Elton’s throat and layered with bliss as he clenched around them, his own body conducting the tingling current back into Kondo.
Elton alternated between shocking himself and Kondo, shooting crackling arcane energy through their body followed by waves of pleasure from how he clenched with every cast of the cantrip. The noises that poured from him were rich with pain and pleasure, while the noises that came from Kondo’s mouth were rough and desperate, wordlessly begging with every shock as the energy flowed through each of their bodies into the others’. He kept up the rhythm, lifting himself almost entirely off of Kondo before slamming back down so suddenly that it drove the air from them in screams.
Underneath the numbness, something was building, threatening to grow and spill over with every bounce. Part of Kondo wanted it so badly, even more than they wanted to obey Soren, the building pleasure growing more and more and more undeniable. They writhed, letting out pleading whimpers as Elton came down on them again and again, the pressure and the need growing until-
“Whoops-“ Elton lifted himself off of Kondo, panting heavily over their needy whimpers as they tried fruitlessly to buck their hips upward and get the last few strokes they needed. “Cutting it…. a bit close there.” He mumbled something, and spectral hands appeared to press Kondo’s hips back down. They let out a strangled, desperate cry at being left wanting. “Easy, easy… you knew I wasn’t going to give it to you, so I don’t know why you’re so upset.”
They finally went limp as Elton climbed off of them, giving them a pat on the cheek that was somehow both affectionate and mocking. Their tail fell limply to the floor in the evoker’s wake. Karis spoke up as Kondo hid their face in their bound arms, trying to catch their breath. “You aren’t going to finish yourself off, doll?”
“No… I’m in the mood to edge myself a bit tonight, too. Can’t let the sub have all the fun, now, can I?” There was a muffled thump as he flopped into a pile of cushions. “It’s always good to build some self-control, anyways.”
“If you say so…” Karis said dubiously. “You really are a masochist.”
“Through and through, baby.”
Everyone but Kondo laughed at that. Callused hands picked them up and put them back on their knees, the ropes still holding their arms firmly above their head. It was all they could do to keep themself barely upright, sagging against the arcane anchor point while the hands- that was definitely Adonic- groped at their ass. The dwarf moved in to press his body to theirs, his cock rubbing insistently against the base of their tail.
Hot breath played across the back of their neck as he spoke in a low, husky voice. “Karis… come on, babe, let’s give him something to scream about.”
“Impatient. He hasn’t even been prepped yet.”
“That’s an easy fix.” Adonic stooped to hook an arm under Kondo’s leg and tail, using the arcane anchor to help hold them in the air. He mumbled a cantrip, then touched them with freshly lube-slick fingers, tracing over their rim until they gasped and squirmed.
A distant, bratty part of Kondo’s brain kicked in. They had just collared themself to Soren- all that instruction, and now he was just sitting there and watching? At least have Soren be their first proper fuck of the night instead of Adonic.
They made gagged noises of protest as they tried to wriggle away from the fingers prodding at them. Adonic shushed them, beard brushing against their back, working a broad finger into their body despite their struggling. It was harder to fight with fingers pumping into them, especially when one became two, then worked from three to four, stretching them almost as much as Soren’s cock would. The press into a certain spot inside them had them whimpering through the gag, cursing their body for reacting the way it was to Adonic’s ministrations.
Then the fingers slid out, one by one in quick succession. “There. He’s prepped.”
Empty again, Kondo remembered their struggle and kicked back up in earnest, wriggling and writhing in Adonic’s arms as if to try and escape. Adonic swore, shifting his grip to keep them contained as they continued their muffled protestations. “You little bitch- hold still!”
Several of the doms laughed at the sudden struggle, but Soren simply called out in a calm, firm tone. “He’s just being a brat. Kondo, cut that out.” He didn’t need to specify an ‘or else’. Kondo’s body stopped moving, almost of its own volition, although they still let out a whine of protest that went wholly ignored.
Adonic reached down to spread them , sliding his cock between their legs. They could feel every piercing rub against them, one by one, until he finally paused with the broad crown of it pressed against their hole. His voice rumbled in their ear, low and gravelly. “You think you’re too good for me, bitch? Let me remind you what you are- a whimpering little fuckhole.”
He moved in tandem, snapping his hips upwards roughly and simultaneously pulling them down onto his cock. They let out a gasping groan as the dwarf immediately lifted them back up and slammed them down again, starting off faster and harder than they had expected. His cock was short but thick, studded with several piercings that seemed perfectly placed to hit the right spot inside them, sending shocks of pleasure through their body alongside the pain from his hips hitting the welts on their ass.
There was very little room to struggle against the rough treatment- the ropes had their arms captured, and Adonic was strong for a wizard, muscular arms holding their legs open in a grip of iron. Damn swordsmith. Kondo tried to struggle anyways, but each stroke sent them reeling, overwhelming them a little bit more every time he slammed them back down on his cock. It blocked out everything, including their brattiness and will to fight, growing until they crumpled into Adonic’s arms with a helpless little groan and just gave in to having their body be used.
Karis spoke, his words starting to sound distant and far away in Kondo’s ears. “Gods, the way the fight just goes out of him…” Soft elven hands ran up the insides of their thighs, brushing over where Adonic’s fingers dug into their flesh. “Sweet of you to stretch him open for me, my darling… here, lift him up.” Adonic’s thrusting slowed to a stop as the hands guided him to hold them at a slightly different angle.
Kondo couldn’t figure out what they were doing, why Adonic had stopped, until they felt Karis’s cock press at the entrance of their already-stretched hole, slick with lube and sticky with precum. They twitched and wriggled in Adonic’s iron grasp while the dwarf held their legs open for Karis. Karis ignored the struggling, pressing forwards and forcing a shuddering groan from them, his cock sliding against Adonic’s to enter them.
Gods, the stretch, the feeling of Karis working himself deeper inch-by-inch and stuffing their hole so goddamn full… It was so much, it was too much, but all they could do was helplessly shake their head and whimper out pleas for mercy, tears streaming down their face to soak their blindfold. Kondo didn’t even know it was possible to take two cocks at once like this, but here they were, sandwiched between the pair as Karis bottomed out. The singular mercy was that drow tended to be smaller and slimmer, but even then it was only barely tolerable. They let out another helpless, shaky noise, hanging their head uselessly.
Karis drew back a bit and thrusted back in, groaning happily. “Fuck, that’s nice. You just take it like a good little slut, too, don’t you?” He grabbed Kondo’s face, brushing away a trail of drool and patting their cheek. Adonic rolled his hips almost impatiently, frotting against his husband inside of Kondo. Karis released their face, letting it drop as he began a much steadier rhythm. His pace was quickly picked up and mirrored by Adonic, the pair thrusting in and out and against each other, seeming to compete on who could go deeper with each thrust. One drew back as the other plunged deep, then vice versa, over and over in perfectly matched tandem. These two definitely did this regularly.
Karis leaned over to kiss his husband as Kondo hung limply between the two. They really were just a fuckhole to these men, there to be used and shared and passed back and forth. They didn’t even have a chance of getting off unless someone decided to stroke their cock, and obviously that wasn’t going to happen. All they could do was take it as the pair hit that spot inside them over and over, the shocks of pleasure quickly building into an overwhelming pressure they had no way to release.
Adonic threatened to break first, letting out a low, rumbling moan into the back of Kondo’s neck as his hips stuttered and broke pace for a moment. The piercings dragging inside of them kept catching on their rim in a way that made them squeal through the gag, just one more sensation that added to the building overstimulation. Adonic laughed at the sound, somehow shifting his angle to make the sensation even more dramatic as he returned to Karis’s pace.
Kondo suddenly had a moment of awareness of how pathetic they were right now, moaning and whimpering on every breath and mindless from pleasure and submission while two married men used their body as a convenient little hole. Barely even a person, really; closer to a toy. It made them squirm inside just to think of how they probably looked, bound and gagged, their leaking cock bouncing helplessly against their stomach as they were shoved back and forth with each thrust. ‘Slut’ felt accurate- what other word could you use for someone who would willingly, happily pledge themself to be used like this?
Adonic reached around to grab at Kondo’s chest, pinching a nipple hard enough that they yelped and clenched from surprise. Both men made pleased noises at that, Adonic’s growl of pleasure a sharp contrast from his husband’s more breathy gasp. Karis lunged forwards again, practically right in Kondo’s ear this time as he kissed Adonic long and hard, letting out little grunts and gasps between air-starved kisses. The sound of it so close sent an odd shiver through Kondo, goosebumps prickling from their scalp to the tip of their tail. They must have clenched again from it, based on the repeat of the noises as both men’s hips slammed into their body even harder.
Another brief spark of clarity passed through their mind. Five rounds. Ofelian save them, they weren’t even through with round two and they were so pent up it ached. A hopeless little whimper of need escaped them at the thought of three more rounds of this torture. It was their own fault, too, for not remembering Sir’s rules and breaking them almost immediately. It was a mercy that he stopped them at five and let them have a gag instead. The aching jaw was worth it to save them from their own brainlessness.
”Soren…” Karis fought to keep his voice steady as he called out a question. “You don’t mind if we-“
“Go right ahead. You can help him get used to being a cumdump.”
“Perfect…” Karis gasped. “Go ahead, love.“
Adonic’s fingers dug into Kondo’s thighs hard. ”Fuck, fuck, yes-“ His voice had an edge of desperation to it as he abandoned Karis’s pace fully in favor of his own pleasure. Kondo’s moans came out in shallow little gasps as that metal-studded cock slipped in and out of them, shredding their sense to pieces with how good it felt and how badly their body needed to finish.
The dwarf’s hips slammed into them over and over as he pawed at Kondo’s chest, pinching and squeezing the opposite nipple from before. “Fuck, such a good, tight little- mmmgh- fuck-!“ He broke into a moan as his hips stuttered, then plunged as deep inside them as he could to shoot his load. They moaned, too, at the feeling of it filling them, hoping that Sir would be proud of how good of a cumdump they were.
Karis followed quickly behind, ramping up his own pace while Adonic was still twitching through aftershocks. It only took a few thrusts from there before he broke too, making them take every last drop that he spilled thick and hot in their body. They broke out into an uncontrollable shiver when the two men finally relaxed and pulled out, leaving them empty again. Adonic lowered them back to the ground, seed trickling down the inside of their legs as they trembled and clenched on nothing.
Karis let out a sigh of blissful satisfaction. “Soren, you luckybastard.” He said, echoing his words from earlier. Kondo barely heard him, and didn’t catch the reply at all, their mind dissolving into a blind haze.
Their chest heaved as they pulled their legs in, tail coiling around them almost defensively. Fuck. They felt all at once far away from their body and trapped within it, the pent-up need from two rounds sending tremors through their muscles. Sir hadn’t even touched them tonight, save for placing the collar. Their body ached for him, ached for his firm grip and his thick cock inside of them, for the moment when he would finally allow them their release, if he decided they had earned it. They wanted him to be proud to have collared them, to make all these other men jealous that they belonged to him and him alone.
”Kondo.” Sir’s voice, suddenly much closer than before, drew them out of their haze. They perked up, blindly turning their face towards the sound. A hand reached down to cup their face, brushing a thumb over their cheek. They leaned into it with a whine, body relaxing as the tremors stilled.
“It’s cute how affectionate he is. Like a kitten.” Markis commented, sounding similarly close.
Sir withdrew his hand, reaching up to unfasten the ropes from the arcane anchor. Kondo was gently lowered down as Sir untied Elton’s knots, freeing their arms. “Like I said, he’s more of a lapdog. When I have him at my feet he likes to lay his head in my lap- it’s very sweet. Kondo, sit back up, I want you on your knees.”
With aching, weary muscles they pushed themself back up to kneel before him. Sir rewarded them by scratching behind their horns. “Good boy. You did so well, taking two cocks at once like a good little fuckhole. I knew you’d be able to do it.” He paused, fingers massaging at their scalp until they wanted to melt. “I think you might actually deserve a reward. Be good for Markis while he casts this spell with you, and we can make it four rounds instead of five, alright?”
Kondo brightened, nodding furiously. Sir was being very generous- he didn’t often go back on punishments. They would do a good job, just like they had been a good cumdump. Markis was the last person here, so Sir would probably be the next one to use them. They were ready for it.
Markis circled behind Kondo, tracing a tingling line from one shoulder to the other with the tip of his wand. Goosebumps went down their back as he made another line down their spine, beginning to draw some kind of rune. With a start, Kondo realized that he was drawing a summoning circle on their body. The wand continued to trace marks on their body, encircling their wrists and chest before migrating down.
Something snapped against their inner thigh, a sharp pain like being hit with a rubber band. “Legs apart.” Markis tapped his wand against the spot again, threatening to fire off another cantrip until they shifted. “You should teach him to kneel with his knees apart, Soren. That’s what I do with mine.”
“Don’t tell me how to train my pets.” Sir said, although his tone was good-natured. “It’s easier for yours, they don’t spend as much time on their knees as Kondo does.”
“Old dogs get hip dysplasia!” Elton called from across the room.
With a huff of laughter, Markis finished tracing the lines around Kondo’s thighs and calves. He stepped back, probably admiring his work, before rustling through his spellbook. He began to recite an incantation, his low voice and the unfamiliar words forming an almost hypnotic cadence. As he spoke, Kondo felt the marks on his body activate, beginning to buzz and tingle more and more with every word. It never got painful, but it was enough to make him squirm in place, his breathing beginning to quicken.
Then the incantation began to reach its peak, the words faster and more forceful, until finally culminating in a single word being repeated three times. With that, the runes flared, sending a brief buzz through his entire body. He yelped and squirmed, then flinched again as the runes went from tingling to cold, then finally to nothing.
At first, it seemed as if nothing had happened at all. Silence hung in the air for a moment, until a startled gasp from Kondo broke it. Something had touched his leg, seemingly out of nowhere. Markis had obviously summoned something, but Kondo had no idea what, just that it was cool and slightly slick.
The wizards in the room seemed suitably impressed.
“Oh, wow…”
“That’s clever.”
“What’s it made out of?”
“Pure force. Same as a mage hand.” Markis replied, sounding quite pleased at all the praise. “Shaping and controlling it is difficult to figure out on paper, but once you’ve shaped something you can replicate it endlessly.”
Kondo might have been impressed too, except he couldn’t see the thing, only feel it as it began to creep up his leg. An identical sensation brushed against one of his arms, while another prodded at his stomach. As if by silent consensus, they all started to advance and coil around his body. Somehow they were slick without being wet, gliding smoothly across Kondo’s skin as they ensnared him. He couldn’t count how many there were; enough that each limb and his tail got a separate tendril to coil around it with plenty more to wrap around his body.
He couldn’t help the squeak that escaped him as the tentacles lifted him into the air. His arms were pulled back over his head, much to the dismay of his aching shoulders, while his thighs were circled and spread wide. They paused, holding him there as he panted and fought the urge to struggle against their surprisingly strong grasp.
“The spell gives you very fine control over the tentacles.”
“I can see that. This feels a lot safer, too. The more classic tentacle spells always make me a little uneasy.”
“That’s part of why I did this. Plus… no slime.”
“Some people consider the slime a perk.”
“Well, they can make their own slime if they want it. My subs always complained about the taste.”
Kondo’s mind vaguely registered the word ‘taste’ just before the tentacle snaked its way into his open mouth, slipping through the loop of the ring gag. Markis was right: no slime, and no taste. The lack of one made it even odder than it might have been otherwise, not to mention the lack of temperature. It was distinctly there, but it felt almost like hardened air.
It filled his mouth, creeping down his throat until it brushed the back and he gagged. Godsdamn it, everyone was obsessed with making him gag today. He let out a muffled, shaky noise, finding that he could actually breathe around the thing quite comfortably. Markis addressed this interesting quirk with an offhanded, “You can deepthroat better, too- it doesn’t block airways like you’d expect. He’s gagging, but that’s just reflexive.”
The tendril pulsed in Kondo’s mouth, swelling and pushing far enough down his throat to cause another choked noise. Sir swore softly. “Fuck, I love that sound.”
The tentacles holding his legs shifted and writhed, spreading him wide open again. Seed still trickled down his legs from Adonic and Karis’s turn with him, although the tentacles didn’t seem to mind at all. His body squirmed helplessly as they prodded at his center, tracing circles around his rim and teasingly pressing against him as if to penetrate. A bead of precum slowly ran down the shaft of his poor, useless cock, just another tiny teasing reminder of how much it ached for someone to touch it. He made a sound like a broken sob as the tip of one of the tentacles brushed the drop away but gave him nothing else.
”Oh, Markis, quit teasing him and just fuck the poor thing.” Elton said.
“Mmh. Fine.” Markis said dismissively. The tentacles pressed forward, needing no lube as they slid into him. Kondo groaned, body trembling uncontrollably as they writhed inside him, curling to press against his prostate until his mind went utterly blank from the torturous pleasure. It was vastly different from being fucked by a person, pulsing and undulating instead of thrusting, barely needing to withdraw before plunging deep. The tendril in his mouth matched the rhythm, fucking him from the other end and occasionally going deep enough to force him to gag again.
“No suction cups, Markis?”
“I’m working on it- the tentacles are an easy sculpt, but a detail like realistic suckers takes time. The end goal is that the caster can choose to summon it with or without them.”
Tendrils curled around Kondo’s body, coiling around his waist.
“…you’re not using the school’s sculpting circle for this, are you?”
“No. If I was, I’d be done by now. I have my own, it’s just smaller and slower.”
The tip of one made its way to his cock, teasingly tracing a line up the shaft. Kondo let out a shudder, failing to keep his body still as his hips bucked into the bare hints of contact.
“I’m going to want another demo when you have the suckers worked out.”
“Soren, I’ll tentacle-fuck your little spellslut any day. You’ll be the first to know.”
The tentacles swelled inside him from both ends, inescapably large as they throbbed and writhed. The little tendril toying with his cock flicked itself over the head, sending a bolt of pleasure through him so intensely that Kondo nearly lost it right there. He whimpered through the gag and the tentacle, desperately trying to communicate that it was too much, please, you’re going to finish me off-
The attention to his cock eased up for a moment, and he sagged in relief in the grip of the tentacles. Fuck, his body craved relief and release, but he was hellsbent at this point to wait for Sir’s permission. He was good, he was a good boy, he wanted to be good and obedient for Sir, so he couldn’t finish yet.
The tentacles pulsed and thrusted, gagging him and pressing against his prostate in unison and forcing out a unique cry, full of frustration and ecstasy but still strangled and helpless. Several voices swore or murmured softly around the room, Sir included. Aching, sore muscles trembled across his body in shuddering waves with each new thrust.
He almost screamed when the tendril returned to toy with his cock again, circling around the base and winding its way up the shaft in a lazy spiral. It contracted, the motion something like a stroke, and Kondo was certain this was the end. He managed to hold back somehow, just by the skin of his teeth, but already the tendril was shifting again. Fuck, there was no way he’d be able to hold out a second time-
In a sudden moment of panic, he fumbled with his left hand, fingers clumsily fighting to outpace the lazy strokes of the tendril. Finally they managed to move correctly, and Kondo let out two sharp, clear snaps that rang throughout the room. The tentacles froze in place almost instantly.
“Shit.“
“That’s yellow. Let him down, please.” Sir’s voice was firm, calm, with an almost professional level of concern to it. The tentacles pulled out and carefully lowered Kondo back down, depositing his shuddering body gently on a cushioned surface before withdrawing. Markis and Sir’s voices drew closer.
“I’m sorry, I was pushing him too far-“
“It’s alright- it’s just a pause, not a stop. Let me see what he needs.”
Sir’s hands caressed Kondo’s face soothingly, then moved to unbuckle and remove the ring gag. They groaned softly as it was removed, suddenly feeling the ache in their jaw from it being forced open for so long. They opened and closed their mouth a few times, trying to work out the aching while Sir assisted by massaging the soreness away.
He gave them a moment to recover before speaking. “Are you alright?”
They took a deep, shuddering breath. “…yes.” Their voice had a sandpaper rasp to it. “Yes, sir, I’m… I’m alright.”
“Good. Why did you call the pause?”
Kondo’s tail coiled around their body. “He was going to… I was going to… it was…” Their thoughts were scattered, and it took a moment for them to get the right words out. “It was too much, I was going to finish before I was allowed to. I didn’t want to… I’m not allowed to yet.”
“Damn. And I thought Elton had self-control.” Feri mumbled, barely loud enough to hear.
Sir stroked Kondo’s hair as he mused for a moment. “Markis, I hope you don’t mind me cutting you off-“
“Not at all. I am sorry, I didn’t realize how sensitive he is.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take him from here.” Sir addressed Kondo again. “Are you ready to keep going?”
Kondo rested his head in Sir’s hand, taking a deep, steadying breath. “Yes, sir, I am.”
“Good.” Sir snapped once to reopen the scene, a little formality that was practically an activation switch for Kondo at this point. ”Sit tight for a second.”
Magic scooped Kondo into the air, cradling him in its touchless grasp and carrying him over to a new spot. He simply curled up and lay waiting as his mind filled with a pleasant sort of blankness. He was aching, pent up beyond belief, still splattered with cum, and so, so deeply content. It was finally Sir’s turn. The rest of the evening was in his hands.
Sir’s hands brushed over their body unseen. A word and an unseen gesture cast the spell that cleaned up the remnants of Adonic and Karis’s mess, inside and out. A cork popped, and the glass rim of a potion bottle pressed to Kondo’s lips until they drank, swallowing a mouthful of sweet, floral healing potion. A bottle of water followed, cool and refreshing to their raspy throat.
The magic picked them up again and flipped them over, rearranging their body to be face-down with their ass in the air, legs half-spread and arms sprawled out lazily in front of them. The spell held their body up more than they did, keeping them bent at the waist as they slumped in its grasp. A mage hand lifted their tail up, brushing spectral fingers along the underside as Sir finished whatever preparations he was doing behind them.
Kondo knew a blow was coming, but that didn’t stop them from shrieking when the flogger impacted hard across their ass. Sir followed up with a second, perfectly aimed at the same spot, then a third that snapped at the underside of their tail. Each blow brought a fresh cry of dizzy, helpless pain, noises that almost verged on ecstacy more than agony.
Sir fondled them, palming the welting skin of their ass and squeezing. “Don’t think I forgot about your little stunt with Adonic.” His hand lifted away, replaced by another sharp crack of the flogger. “I know you know better than to struggle and fight like that.”
The pain shocked Kondo back into their body. Freed from the gag, they started to babble, squirming helplessly as he continued to grope them. “Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sir…”
The next sharp blow made their words trail off into another pained moan. “Do you think ’sorry’ is going to get you out of your punishment?”
“No, sir, I deserve it, please-“
Sir hit them again, hard enough they howled in pain, clutching at the cushions they lay on with trembling hands. “You do deserve it. I’m sure you did it on purpose, too. You love getting punished, don’t you?”
Kondo nodded mindlessly. “Yes, yes, sir, I do, I deserve it, please…”
There was a small sound like metal clinking against itself before the next blow landed, the little silver chains of Sir’s favorite flogger impacting far more painfully than any leather instrument could manage. Kondo’s voice broke as they tried to cry out, allowing only a strangled, raspy noise to escape. Sir let out a little laugh, hitting them again to force a repeat of the noise.
He hit them what must have been dozens of times- maybe they should have been counting, but they were too focused on the pain and how good it felt to hurt like this. It was pure agony, and they found themself looking forward to the next blow every time he paused to taunt them or grope at the forming bruises. Their cock was dripping with precum, too, forming a growing pool of desperation beneath them.
“Needy little pain slut.” Sir purred, stroking the chains of the flogger over their bruises. The cool metal felt nice on the puffy, pain-hot skin. “Have you had enough yet?”
Kondo shook their head with a wordless whimper, struggling and failing to form the words to beg him for more. Luckily it wasn’t a difficult thing to communicate, and Sir doubled down, laying blow after blow across their ass and legs, occasionally moving up to whip across their tail again. By the time he paused again, they were drooling and whimpering, their body trembling like a leaf and limp in the grasp of the magic.
“Gods above, I could do that all night.” Sir murmured, setting down the flogger with a ‘clink’. “But there’s no hurry. You’re mine now. I can hit you whenever I want.” He ran his hand over their ass again, the touch somehow both painful and soothing. “Pull yourself back together, plaything.”
Kondo tried to get their legs back under them as Sir’s hand pulled away. By the time he returned they were steadier and no longer trembling quite as bad. They did wince when he grabbed their bruises again, but the pain went immediately forgotten when he spread them, moving in to press his freshly-slick cock against their hole.
“Fuck, sir, please, fuck, please-“ The words flowed out of their mouth with no filter in a stream of pathetic babbling and pleading.
“You are such a desperate little slut. I’ve never heard someone beg so hard to be used as a fucktoy.” Sir slid his cock against their body, letting them feel every inch as they whined. “You’re dying for it, aren’t you?”
“Yes, yes, please please, gods please-“
“Poor little fucktoy...” What must have been a mage hand grabbed them by a horn and turned their head to the side, preventing them from hiding their face anymore. “Just look at yourself.”
The mage hand yanked the blindfold away, leaving them blinking blearily in the sudden light. They realized that Sir was being literal when he said to look- as their vision came back into focus, they saw that he had moved them in front of a massive mirror along one wall of the room. From where they were positioned it perfectly framed them splayed out underneath Sir. They looked tiny compared to him, and the juxtaposition wasn’t helped by the size of his cock.
Kondo caught a glimpse of their face, all puffy and tearstained with a still-fading mark on their cheeks from the strap of the gag. They let out a mortified groan and closed their eyes, trying to hide from the sight by burying their face in the crook of their elbow. Sir growled, pinching their ass hard. “I said look, bitch.”
The pain forced their eyes open with a despairing noise as they confronted their reflection again. It was a pathetic sight, the way they had their ass in the air with tail raised like a cat in heat, the mottled browns and greens of their bruises on proud display, and a faraway look in their eyes that caught their attention in a trance every time they made eye contact with themself. They watched their face crumple and their body shudder and buck as he stroked a hand up the underside of their tail, another drop of precum joining the growing pool beneath them.
Sir was watching their face too, wearing a very satisfied smile. They could barely look away once their gaze drifted towards him, taking in every detail they could. He was… incredible. There was a casual ease with which he dominated Kondo, commanding their obedience with a few words and coaxing them into begging for the brutal pain of his floggings. He didn’t need muscle to be physically imposing, either; his height alone achieved that when he towered over their little body like he was now.
”Keep looking.” Sir rolled his hips, cock rubbing against them inch-by-inch. “I want you to watch. See? As long as you have that collar on, this is what you are… a nice, tight little hole made to take my cock.”
His grip on their hips kept them held firmly in place as he guided himself into them, the broad crown of his cock stretching them open. Somehow he alone was almost as big as Adonic and Karis together, and he certainly had the two beat for length. His cock filled Kondo so thoroughly, like they really had been made exactly the right size to take him. Maybe they had- who could say what the goddesses’ reasons were for anything?
He went slow, too, taking his sweet time to enjoy using their body. His face morphed into blissful pleasure when they shuddered under him, his hands clenching into a bruising grip and his breaths coming out in little groans as he visibly fought to stay focused. They knew the moment his tenuous self-control snapped, he’d pounce and not let up until he was satisfied, likely absolutely ruining them in the process.
“Gods… it’s incredible how you can take two cocks at once and still be this goddamn tight.” Sir’s cock grazed their prostate, forcing them to watch their own shaking and squirming. “That’s part of why I love your little body so much, fucktoy- I can ruin you and you’ll still be tight like a virgin.” The mage hand ran through their hair, grabbing a handful to keep them pinned in place.
A low moan escaped Kondo as Sir finally bottomed out, his hips flush to their bruised ass. He rolled his hips in a slow, utterly torturous thrust, and they clawed at the sheets with another helpless cry. Gods, he was going to keep them right here forever, speared on his cock in tormented bliss. Maybe they could just be a cocksleeve for the rest of eternity- it’s what they were good for, really.
Sir was admiring the sight in the mirror. His eyes dragged over their body, then up to their face, and the corners of his mouth twitched. “…come here.”
A short gesture prompted the magic to lift Kondo back up, still stuffed full of cock, and into Sir’s waiting arms. He pressed them close to his body, turning to face the mirror head-on and cupping their face in one hand. They bared their neck to him, watching and feeling his lips brush their skin and his warm breaths in their ear.
Kondo reached up to clutch at the arm he had wrapped around their chest, the only anchor they had suspended in the air like this. He made eye contact with them in the mirror as he kissed a spot on their neck, just below the collar. With a small, subtle grin he brushed his thumb across their cheek, paused for a moment, then bit down hard on the spot. Kondo yelped, flinching at the sharp pain, and the coiling tension in Sir’s body snapped.
There was a particular difference between Sir and all of the other men who had fucked Kondo tonight. Feri had been focused mostly on getting himself off, Elton had been intentionally edging himself, Adonic and Karis were focused mostly on each other, and Markis had to concentrate on controlling the spell. Sir, however, was focused entirely on fucking Kondo. Every movement, every rough thrust and neck bite, every satisfied grunt was born from how much Sir enjoyed using his little fucktoy.
In the mirror, Kondo’s eyes were glassy and glazed-over, face overcome with dazed bliss even as they cried out from the pain of another bite. (Sir’s tusks never broke skin, but they still hurt like a bitch.) They moaned when he thrusted deep and gasped for air when he pulled back until they were panting like a dog with every stroke. Their chest heaved as they pawed desperately at his arm, the bones of their right hand barely able to find purchase as they held on for dear life.
Sir’s mouth trailed up to their ear, nipping at it before smothering it in a kiss that sent wild goosebumps over their skin. He spoke in a low, husky voice in between kisses. “Are you crying for me, fuckpet?”
Kondo realized they were, tears streaming down their face that welled up with every deep thrust. They couldn’t answer with anything but a whimper, pressing their face into his cupped palm.
He dragged his tongue over their ear. “Now you can see for yourself how handsome you are, all fucked up like this.“ The magic shifted, effortlessly readjusting Kondo in Sir’s grip to give him a better angle and them a better view.
A strange thing happened when Kondo stared at themself; they actually started to see it. They were tiny against him, their soft body a contrast to his taller, rail-thin frame, but they fit together perfectly nonetheless. He held them in his arms because he wanted them, wanted to feel them shaking as he used their body and to hear them moan with each stroke. He didn’t just want a fuckhole- he wanted them as his fuckhole. They felt wholly unworthy of the admiration in his gaze, but the collar stripped away their right to decide what they deserved. All they could do was submit.
Kondo was so dazed staring at the mirror that they didn’t notice his hand starting to move until it was already nearly at their cock. They shuddered as he toyed roughly with their balls, letting out an exhausted gasp. He thrust deep again as he worked his way up to their shaft, a rumbling chuckle forming in his chest at the noises they made.
“You like that, bitch?” The words were hissed into the back of their neck as he trailed up and gave them a stroke. Kondo yelped and whined, unable or maybe just unwilling to squirm away but still so very overwhelmed by the touch. “Listen to that… whimpering like a dog. It fits, doesn’t it?”
His hips slammed into them over and over again, never letting up as he teased and toyed with their cock. It was so, so sensitive, every stray brush of Sir’s fingers like lightning through them.
He glanced up, making eye contact with them in the mirror. “…imagine how much trouble you’d be in if you finished before I told you to.” He mused.
They quailed at the thought, shaking their head groggily. He was going to do it, wasn’t he? He was going to finish them off early and make them suffer for it. It was so unfair, but Sir would be well within his rights to punish them for disobeying a direct order, no matter the reason. They’d deserve it for their lack of self-control.
He went back to manhandling their balls. “I don’t think you’d be allowed to cum again all weekend, poor thing.” The threat dripped with faux-sympathy. “A few days of being my little fuckhole with nothing to show for it… fitting punishment for a disobedient brat.”
That threat broke them. Their head fell back against him as they went utterly limp, a broken whine of “…fuck…” escaping their throat. He could do whatever he’d want and they’d deserve every second of the torment. They were such a brainless pain slut that they’d love every second, too.
The thrusts into them, rough and rhythmic, sped up with a sudden jolt when they slumped in his arms. Sir’s voice took on an edge of ecstatic anticipation. “That’s it, fuckpet…”
His fingers crept around their shaft again, giving them a tormentous stroke. They shuddered and clenched around him at the feeling, helpless to his touch.
Sir’s hips snapped forward again, punctuated with the sharp slap of his balls against their ass. “Fuck, you feel good… just made for taking cock…”
Another stroke, faster and bringing them dangerously close. The motion repeated, and it was the barest miracle that Kondo didn’t lose it. He whispered in their ear between heavy breaths. “I think… I’ll make you cum on my cock… just to feel you writhe.”
His strokes sped up to match each thrust as they let out a strained wheeze, lips moving to silently plead for mercy they didn’t actually want. The arm around their waist tightened, holding them in place as Sir gave one, two, three strokes, finally forcing out the orgasm that had been building for the entire evening. Kondo let out a strangled, crackling noise of relief and distress as they spilled through Sir’s fingers, forced to watch their own expression while Sir wrung every drop of torturous pleasure from them.
Sir let out a deep, throaty growl of pleasure as they writhed, just as he planned, clenching and trembling around his cock. Each thrust that hit their prostate sent another wave through them, prolonging the orgasm until their cock was twitching as it ran dry. He lifted his hand, fingers dripping with their release, and pressed them into Kondo’s mouth, forcing them to taste their disobedience on his skin.
They moaned around the fingers as his hips slammed into them, again and again, until finally Sir reached his own breaking point and groaned, plunging deep to pump them full of his seed. It filled them so thoroughly that it began to leak and spill out of their body before he was even finished. His hips rolled a few more times, fucking into them through shuddered aftershocks until he finally slowed to a stop, his body relaxing.
There was a long pause as Sir stared at them in the mirror, stroking a thumb over their cheek as they drooled around his hand. Finally, the hand withdrew, and he gave them a pat on the cheek. “Shame you couldn’t keep it together, fuckpet. Guess it’s going to be a rough weekend.”
He pulled out of them, sending a rush of cum down their legs that dripped down to the cushions below. The magic holding them both upright gingerly laid Kondo down onto a pile of soft pillows and helped Sir ease back into a reclining position. The others began to speak to Sir, their voices blurring into background noise as Kondo let out an exhausted, contented sigh.
They didn’t realize they had dozed off until they were startled awake by someone petting their hair. Their eyes fluttered open for a moment, gaze immediately locking on Sir. Somehow they had ended up in his lap, curled up like his lapdog, as he and the others had a conversation they were too tired to follow.
Sir noticed them blinking up at him and smiled, fingers trailing across the back of their collar. “Shh… it’s alright. Go back to sleep.”
It didn’t take any more convincing than that. They had a long weekend ahead of them- Kondo was going to need the rest.