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I connected it to the gag harness with a short span of rope, just the right length to pull his head up and back.

“Stay in position, but you can use either hand to beat off. You can switch hands, but I’m only going to put olive oil on one hand at the start. Hold the hand up you’d like lubricated.”

He did, and I squirted some olive oil onto his right palm. I use an old-fashioned ketchup squirter, so I managed not to get it onto the mirror or mat.

“Hand stays where it is until I tell you to start. You’ll have seven minutes, and if you haven’t come when time’s up, oh-no so-sad. Also, don’t forget to beg for permission, and I know it’ll be difficult with the gag, but it isn’t impossible.”

I set seven minutes on my phone, walked off the mat to sit on my stool, said, “Go,” and started the time.

My boy grabbed his dick and started jacking off.

Nearly three minutes in, he started begging. Mostly, he only managed the vowels with the occasional consonant, but since I had a good idea what he was saying, I could make it out as something close to, “Please allow your slave to make a mess, Sir! He doesn’t deserve pleasure and knows it might not be allowed, but please show mercy and allow it!”

The first sentence came out as “eeth uh ow you abe ew ake a eh, uh,” but I’m pretty sure my guess as to what he said was right.

“I’ll count down from ten, and then you can, but if you don’t within a few seconds of permission, I’ll withdraw it.” I counted down slow, one number every three seconds, so thirty seconds later I ordered him to come, and my boy shot a fucking load onto the steel mirror. I’ve seen slaves come after being denied for weeks, and Davy beat them all.

“Hand back on the mirror, slave. Don’t worry about getting oil on it because you’ll be cleaning it. Back to all fours and settle, boy.”

Once he’d settled, I removed the hook, harness, and gag, and told him. “Hand stays on the mirror. Don’t get oil on the mat. Back up enough so you can lick the jizz off the mirror. Clean it spotless, slave. You’ll deal with the oil in the morning, so don’t worry with it.”

When he’d finished licking his jizz off the mirror, I had him stand so I could get a good look at him. I wanted to fist him, but instinct told me he was done for the night. I’d come twice and he’d come once, and his posture told me more than he probably realized. His cock was still mostly hard, but he was subdued and quiet now, where his energy had been all over the place when I’d had him stand so I could look him over before.

I reminded myself he’d put in a full workday, and we should stop while we were ahead. Fisting could wait for another scene.

“I’m pleased, Davy. You won’t often have an opportunity to beat off, but you’ve been an exceptionally good boy today. Good behavior is expected and is rarely rewarded. I’m more about the stick than the carrot, so don’t anticipate an opportunity to beat off a whole lot.” I motioned to the jail cell. “Use the toilet in the cell if you need it, and wash your hands no matter what. I’m going down the hall to the bathroom and I’ll be back shortly. Kneel by the bed if you finish before I return.”

* * * *

Davy

I woke to someone singing about grabbing life by the dick, and it took a second to remember where I was — in Will’s bed with my ankle connected to a chain which was locked to an O-ring at the bottom of the bed. I could turn and twist all I wanted in the bed, but I couldn’t get out of bed.

I felt motion behind me and I turned to look. There was a nightlight in the room, so I could see a little, and I could clearly see enough to know Will was opening a condom and putting it on.

“On your back, little Davy. Fast and furious this morning.”

I rolled to my back, and Will said, “Center of the bed.” He pulled a partially open spreader bar from somewhere, hooked my ankle cuffs to both ends, unlocked the chain to the bottom of the bed from my left cuff, and told me, “Feet up, so the spreader bar is over your shoulders.”

I complied, and he connected my wrist cuffs to the same rings as my ankles. He pushed the whole shebang closer to the headboard and connected it to a chain hanging from the top of the headboard.

And then he pulled the spreader bar farther apart, so my legs were spread wide open and my ass was off the mattress, with most of my weight on my shoulders.

I screamed when he jammed his dick in my ass because I was sofuckingsore from the night before, but Will didn’t take it even a tiny bit easy on me. The goal was apparently speed this morning, and within about two minutes of the alarm going off, he was balls deep inside me — and it wasn’t until that moment that I realized I needed to piss.

No way was I going to tell him, though. Besides, my dick was rock hard, and it was moving around on my stomach today while Sir fucked me like a wild man.

He stopped a few times and ran his fingers down my throat while his dick was buried in my ass. Both holes filled. He made me look at him the whole time, and I swear it was like he was claiming me.

When he grew bored of running his fingers down my throat, he went back to fucking my ass full-out, hard and fast, hammering me. I don’t know how long he fucked me before I thought I might be able to come. I waited a little longer, until it was super close, and I started begging. “Please, Sir! Please allow your slave an orgasm! Please, kind and generous Sir! I beg to be allowed to come on my stomach, and I promise to lick it all up if it pleases Sir! Please!”

Sir glanced to the side and back to me. “Forty seconds and we’ll come together. I’ll count down the last ten seconds.”

Chapter 7

Will

There’s nothing like allowing a slave to orgasm while your dick is deep in his ass, and I held off my orgasm until his was mostly finished, and then I filled the condom while buried inside his bowels.