Wide brown eyes stared up at me in shock. This was going to be fun. Stroking my cock slowly, and inching it closer towards those delectable lips, Austin's gaze travelled back down to my length.

Despite his obvious worry, his cock still stood at attention. Pre-cum leaked from its tip, and another wave of arousal swept through me, causing my own cock to leak.

Tightening my grip on the reddish strands, I lined my cock up with the O of Austin's mouth, but paused before my tip entered. Pre-cum dribbled onto the spread lips, and Austin's tongue darted out to taste the salty liquid.

Once the taste landed on his buds, Austin jerked, as if surprised at what his tongue had done. I waited a few more seconds, watching Austin closely before moving. I needed to judge how defiant the little cock sucker would be. He was going to submit to me tonight, whether he liked it or not, but it wouldn't do to have my cock chomped on.

But he sat docile, hands clenched tightly in the sheets below him, breathing heavy. But I could still see the spark of defiance in his eyes behind the fog of lust. Even if Austin didn't believe he still had a fight in him, he did. And I was excited to find when that spark took hold.

My cock has been begging for an excuse to punish my little toy. But tonight, I'll take it slow. It might take a few weeks, maybe months to break that stubborn little pride inside him. I wouldn't completely break it. A little fight made things interesting once and a while. But he needed training, and for Austin, I could wait for how long said training would take.

It would be worth it when I finally hear him begging for my cock to choke him, for my cock to fill his tight little hole. For Austin to beg for my permission to relieve his suffering, and allow him to cum. For when the word 'Master' crosses his lips as easily as breathing.

But for now, I'll start with ending the exquisite torture I've dealt with all day.

So I adjusted my grip on his hair, grabbed the base of my cock, and thrust my tip inside his wet mouth. Austin wanted to move his head back, but I gripped tighter, to the point Austin winced in pain. But yet, his cock only leaked more, soiling the sheets beneath him.

I jutted my hips forward till half my length was inside. God, his mouth was incredible. And he didn't seem to have much of a gag reflex. That thought made me smile.

Groaning, I thrust until the tip of my cock brushed the back of his throat. He swallowed, trying to accommodate my length, and I threw my head back in pleasure.

"Yes, like that. Such a good little cock sucker."

Pistoning my hips, I began to fuck his mouth. The wet heat of his mouth surrounded my sensitive cock, and tight throat muscles squeezed. A moan escaped Austin's mouth and I started moving his head to meet my thrusts.

"Christ!" I groaned out. I was close. So fucking close. I wasn't going to last long tonight.

Another constriction of muscles around my cock, and I pressed Austin's face in the dark curls around my balls as my climax filled his mouth.

"Fuck!"

Pulling his head off my cock, a little of my cum dribbled out.

"Drink it." I ordered gruffly, my voice still raw.

His Adam's apple bobbed a few times as he complied with my orders. More pre cum leaked out of his swollen tip. Dusky taunt nipples had hardened in to peaks. I almost decided to take mercy on him, and relieve his suffering. Almost.

••••••••••••••••

I felt paralyzed as Maddox threw me back on the bed, the taste of his semen still coating my mouth. A wave of shame washed over me, and tears pricked my eyes.

I can't believe I let him use me like that. And I can't fucking believe I liked it either. I hated Maddox Stone, I hated how he made me feel. I was just an object for him to use for his pleasure, I needed to remind myself of that.

But it wasn't just his pleasure. One touch to my rock hard cock, and I'd probably shoot my load.

Without thinking, I reached for my cock, but instead my wrist was taken in an iron grip, that would probably leave bruises. A breathy moan left my lips. God, I hoped it left bruises. There was something incredibly appealing about being marked by Maddox.

Shit, bad train of thought. Abort.

Pushing his face close to mine, cold suffused my limbs at the icy expression on his face and dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Don't even think about touching that. Your cock belongs to me." He tsked. "It's too bad that on your first night I have to take such drastic matters. But I just can't trust you yet." The playful tone did nothing to remove the air of danger surrounding the words.

With an evil smirk, he pinned my wrist above my head, my other soon joining it.

"Don't move." He said, before exiting the room.

I shakily let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding. I debated moving, I really did. The stubborn part of me wanted to let him know he didn't own me. I wasn't a piece of merchandise you could buy at the store.

But the rational side of me recognized that I didn't want to know what the punishment would be for directly disobeying him. I was already going to be punished for something as simple as absentmindedly wanting to relieve the pressure on my cock.

I tried dry humping the air, trying to imagine pressure on my erection. A gloved hand stroking my pre cum form tip to base, a finger pressing in my slit. But all it did was make me harder, and give no relief. I collapsed back on the bed, exhausted and angry.

Stone stepped back in, and I refused to look away from his self satisfied face. This would be my rebellion. Although it didn't seem to do any good, a small part of me was soothed that I wasn't completely rolling over to his will.

A clang of metal caught my ears. Maddox straddled my waist, careful to not touch my cock with any part of himself, I bitterly noted. A cold bite clamped around my left wrist, then my right. Angling my head back to peek at what Stone had done, I noted handcuffs threaded through the headboard bars, and around my wrists.

Pulling on the restraints, my brow furrowed as Maddox leaned back slightly, seeming to make himself comfortable on my lower body. His eyes were glued to my angry cock, all red and gleaming with pre cum dribbling down its sides.

"Remember this cock," Maddox flicked the aforementioned anatomy. "Belongs to me. And I make sure to take care my investments. When they're not more hassle than they're worth."

I gulped.

The urge to spit on the smug bastard was strong. But the bite of metal around my wrists when I arched up reminded me of my helplessness.

My cock brushed against the fabric of Stone's button up, and I was acutely reminded of the state of arousal of my cock. With a final flick to my cock, and a tweak of my nipple, Stone pushed off me and silently exited the room.

I stared at the ceiling. Every inch of my body ached with need.

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