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Tooru awakens as he does most days—biting back a groan at the feeling of his hole still stuffed to the brim. Even mostly soft, the cock inside of him is too big to be comfortable, not to mention the two (or was it three?) loads of come making his stomach feel uncomfortably full. His nipples are sore and still a bit swollen, stiffening in the cold morning air.
Trying to keep as quiet as possible, Tooru pulls himself off and gets out of bed, pushing three fingers into himself so come won't drip out over the bedsheets and the pristine hardwood floors.
Well. He'll be the one mopping the floors and washing the sheets anyway, so maybe it doesn't really matter.
Tooru heads to the bathroom for a quick shower, washing himself off with short, thorough motions. He is only allowed to use cold water, but it does help to wake him up and clear his foggy mind. When he's cleaned all of the come out, he replaces his fingers with a plug, just wide enough that he can feel it when he walks. Even though he's scrubbed at every bit of his skin until it's red and raw, he doesn't feel completely clean. He doesn't really remember the last time he didn't feel dirty.
As Tooru dries himself off, his reflection in the mirror stares back at him, mocking. His fair skin is as smooth and soft as ever, unblemished—except for the bite marks, handprints, and bruises that paint his legs, chest, and neck. There's a particularly fresh bite mark on his shoulder that still smarts, but he doesn't bandage it. No one of importance will see it anyway. He doesn't leave the house much anymore, much less exercise, but his body is as thin and lithe as ever given how little he's allowed to eat.
Finally, he grabs the ring attached to the delicate silver necklace he has on, staring at it for a moment before kissing it gently, like a reflex. Tooru never takes his necklace off.
From there on, the rest is relatively simple, and while it's not necessarily pleasant work, it's one of the only tolerable parts of his daily routine. As he goes through the motions, he can almost forget about the plug inside him and what awaits him later on.
Tooru's morning duties include cleaning the house, preparing breakfast, and packing lunch. While he'd like to draw them out as long as possible, he's long since learned that delaying the inevitable only leads to much heavier punishments later on. Tooru hadn't been very good with chores when he first started, but he'd had no choice but to learn by experience. The house is equipped with state-of-the-art appliances, but luxuries like the washing machine, dishwasher, and sewing machine are off limits for him. Everything is done by hand.
When he opened his eyes, the sun hadn't risen yet, but it's nearly seven in the morning now, which means it's time to move on to the next part of his day. Despite how much he tries to resist in his mind, his body walks back into the bedroom toward the figure still fast asleep. Lifting a corner of the covers, Tooru crawls back into bed.
Wakatoshi awakens as he does most days—with easy pleasure rippling through his body and surrounded by a comfortable, familiar warmth. It seems like it'll be a lovely day again. Dappled sunlight streams in through the windows, and he can smell food cooking from the kitchen.
And, of course, his pet is doing a wonderful job at giving him his daily morning wake-up call.
"Good morning, Tooru," he grunts, reaching down to fist his fingers in silky brown hair as he bucks his hips up roughly into that tight, hot mouth. The choked-off sound he receives in response is music to his ears.
"Good morning, Wakatoshi-san," Tooru responds sweetly when Wakatoshi finally eases his grip. Like a good pet, Tooru doesn't speak unless spoken to.
Now that Wakatoshi has fully woken up, Tooru devotes himself to his task with renewed vigor, moaning as he swirls his tongue around the tip of Wakatoshi's cock, his eyes closed in what looks like bliss. He sinks down further so his nose is buried in Wakatoshi's pubic hair, and he can't help but breathe in, wincing at the scent. With his head held down and his mouth stuffed full, his senses are completely overwhelmed from all sides by Wakatoshi.
As he tries to draw his body back to take a breath, Tooru finds himself leaning right back in like he's hungry for it, pausing only to press a tender kiss to the tip of the cock in front of him and opening his mouth yet again. The taste of precome is bitter on his tongue, but he swallows dutifully anyway, moaning again to signal how much pleasure it brings him to do this. How much he loves to please.
With a hand still in Tooru's hair, Wakatoshi just watches his pet hard at work, admiring the fruits of all his training. Tooru is laid out on his stomach as he sucks Wakatoshi's cock. His knees are slightly bent to create a pretty arch in his back that shows off his bare ass and the plug in his hole. The silver chain and the ring around his neck catch the light from the windows, but he isn't wearing anything else.
His hands aren't restrained, but he keeps them crossed obediently behind his back. While Tooru's mouth is still making lewd, wet sounds, his hips are shaking in small, jerky motions, like it's not enough to only be fucked and filled from one end.
Wakatoshi's pet is truly such a greedy little slut, and he says as much out loud.
"Thank you, Wakatoshi-san," Tooru replies, keeping his voice soft and meek, looking down so his eyelashes fan out prettily. There's a bright pink flush spread out on his cheeks, like he's a little embarrassed. Innocence becomes Tooru, even if it's just an act.
"If that's the case, let me give you what you want."
Sitting up, Wakatoshi uses both hands to grip Tooru's head, readjusting his grip and shoving Tooru back down.
Waking up to Tooru obediently worshipping his cock is nothing new, but he takes a few slow moments to himself nonetheless, just staring, appreciating the lovely sight in front of him. He holds Tooru down all the way, feeling his throat spasming and tightening up, but he doesn't make any move to get away or protest.
Wakatoshi has received enough blowjobs that this much self control is no issue for him, and it's definitely worth the small delay to see the way Tooru's pretty brown eyes water as he chokes and tries not to cry. There's even a small bulge in his throat from the sheer size of the intrusion. Despite Tooru's obvious discomfort, he doesn't bite down or move his head, just letting himself be used and held down on the thick cock in front of him.
As long as the necklace is on him, Tooru will never be able to disobey Wakatoshi. His mind may be intact, but his body is entirely Wakatoshi's to control, to use as he pleases. It's thrilling, to be able to reduce such a proud man to this state, to train him to serve Wakatoshi's every need. It's even better that Tooru is precisely aware of everything he's being made to do and his inability to resist. Tooru's prideful spirit means that he still tries to resist, even now, and he hasn't lost his will to retaliate.
That only makes it all the more gratifying when Wakatoshi easily quashes his attempts to fight back against the commands.
Sometimes, the bitter anger glinting in Tooru's eyes comes to the surface, but that just makes it all the more satisfying when Wakatoshi mercilessly fucks his unresisting body and forces Tooru to say that he wants it, loves it, lives for the sole purpose of Wakatoshi's pleasure. The power of the necklace and the commands are too strong for Tooru's body to ever break free, and Wakatoshi takes great joy in finding new ways to take advantage of it.
Requiring morning blowjobs was one of Wakatoshi's better decisions, he must admit. And no matter how many mornings they spend together, he'll never get tired of the helpless sight of Tooru's face.
Finally, Wakatoshi decides to get on with his morning. He fucks Tooru's mouth carelessly, shoving his cock in and out. Tooru seems to be trying his hardest to relax his throat at the sudden movements, but Wakatoshi doesn't give him a moment's reprieve. He doesn't warn Tooru when he comes, but then again, he usually doesn't. His hips don't stop moving through his orgasm, and come leaks out the sides of Tooru's swollen pink lips.
Sometimes he pulls out and paints Tooru's face with his seed. The milky white fluid truly flatters his pet's fair complexion, and Wakatoshi loves telling him to rub it into his skin until the smell has all but permeated his body, marking him completely. Today, though, Tooru will drink his come down to the last drop.
As Wakatoshi pulls out, Tooru swallows eagerly as he's been trained to do, even though he's lying down, and he laps at Wakatoshi's cock afterward to finish cleaning him up, his tongue poking out in tiny kitten licks.
"Savor it well," Wakatoshi reminds him, relishing in the slow bob of Tooru's throat as he keeps the come in his mouth, his lips pressed together. He rubs his cheek against Wakatoshi's cock and looks up with dewy, wide eyes.
Tooru waits for Wakatoshi to give him permission before he swallows one last time, doing his best not to grimace as he does so. He finishes up with another sweet kiss pressed to the tip, and he opens his mouth to show that he's finished it all. Only now is he allowed to sit up, kneeling obediently as he waits for further orders.
"Thank you for the meal, Wakatoshi-san."
"Now look at you, Tooru. I thought you'd be more grateful for being able to fulfill your purpose, but you've made such a mess. I knew you were only a good-for-nothing slut, but I didn't think you would be quite this shameless."
Tooru's own cock hangs limp between his legs, and his inner thighs are sticky and wet. He'd come mostly untouched at the feeling of his throat being fucked, the soft bedsheets not providing much friction. He bites his lip, trying not to cry as humiliation and guilt curl inside of him. His days are filled with fury and resentment for the man before him, but this time, the feelings are directed toward his own body.
He'd spent most of last night being edged, Wakatoshi's fingers clenched tightly at the base of his cock, not being allowed to come even once. And while Wakatoshi had fallen asleep with his dick still inside after his release, Tooru isn't allowed to move enough in his sleep to give himself anything other than more frustration.
Of course he'd come when given the first chance to do so. It wasn't because he wanted to. It was reflexive, like relieving an ache. Nothing more.
—is what Tooru might have said if had been allowed to speak freely. Or if he thought it would make a difference. Knowing Wakatoshi, however, he'd probably expected this result. Nothing brings him greater pleasure than watching Tooru succumb to his desires without being forced to do so.
It's always mortifying when Wakatoshi makes him come untouched. Not that Wakatoshi ever lets Tooru touch himself except to put on a show for him, but it hadn't even been a command this time. Tooru's body has become so accustomed to associating pleasure and gratification with his morning routine that he couldn't control himself.
Keeping his gaze down, Tooru lowers his head. His mouth still tastes like come. Any pleasure the orgasm might have given him has been completely encompassed by shame. Even though he'd already showered, his body feels inexplicably dirty. Soiled, like a used tissue.
"I'm very sorry, Wakatoshi-san."
"You should be sorry, feeling good like that without my permission," Wakatoshi intones, derision tainting his words. "Now get up, and start making it up to me. I don't want to be late to work."
"Yes, sir."