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Pavel only touched him to change his position.

After the first hour, he rearranged Zane onto his side, sitting back down once he was satisfied. He’d drawn over a dozen sketches of that pose before the next hour came, then he got up to turn him again.

He’d had Zane on his sides, his front—both facing toward and away—and now as the clock struck the end of the sixth hour, he watched as Zane writhed on his back, his feet planted on the shiny surface of the table.

His hips jerked up every now and again, his muscles straining. Pavel had moved his arms from beneath the cock cage and rested them on Zane’s stomach, but there was blood from where he’d dug his nails into his palms. The blindfold was drenched in tears and sweat, and his trapped dick was red and swollen, pushing against the metal confines of the golden cage as the whir of the dildo still going full speed inside of him mixed with the sounds of his mewling.

Pavel set the sketch pad aside and walked over to the table, reaching out to run his fingers through Zane’s damp hair. He grinned when that had the other man jerking in surprise and then whining, pleading with him to put an end to the torture.

“Had enough, gorgeous?” he kept his voice low, coaxing, knowing this was the moment he’d been waiting for. Even someone as prideful and stubborn as Zane wouldn’t be able to keep his wits about him after all of that. No, his defenses had to have been shattered by this point, meaning he was wide open for attack.

And more susceptible to a few truths they needed to air out.

“How’s this feeling?” He touched the cock cage, only enough for Zane to know what he was doing, but that ended up setting the other man off.

“Please,” Zane moaned and tried thrusting into his hand, whimpering when Pavel pulled away. “Please.”

“Answer the question first, baby.”

“Tight. Restrictive. Hot . I don’t know, Hart. I don’t know, okay? I just want it to stop. Please. Unlock it.”

“How do you know I can?”

“You’re the keyholder.”

Oh. That was cute.

Or actually…

His eyes narrowed. “Have you played this game with someone else, Zane?”

“Kaz. Once. Last year—” Zane frowned when Pavel suddenly laughed. “What?”

“Not any other time?” Pavel wanted to be sure before he continued.

“He…wouldn’t. Said he wasn’t interested in doing that with me. Cages take too long and we were never about that.”

“You two fucked to get off and nothing more, that it?”

“Yes.” Zane turned his head in the direction Pavel was standing. “Please.”

Pavel dragged his pointer finger up Zane’s stomach, flicking at one of the nipple clamps. “How about this? How’s this feel?”

“Tender. It hurts. Everything hurts, please. I’m tired. Pavel—”

“You were never caged by Kazimir Ambrosee, gorgeous,” he cut him off, figuring now was a great time for confessions. “He was never your keyholder. He was never your anything other than a boring fuck buddy to get you through the worst of your lust.”

“I don’t,” Zane rolled his head against the table in an attempted shake, “I don’t understand.” His voice was already hoarse from all the crying he’d been doing, and it was clear his mind was slow. If this were any other time, he would have put two and two together in an instant.

Even if he didn’t like the reality.

“It was me,” Pavel admitted, leaning in close as he tweaked Zane’s nipple clamp again, sending the man wailing. “Do you remember that night? I do. It was at one of Kelevra’s parties, a big thing he invited the Satellite to. Lyra was there also, and the bitch couldn’t keep her hands off of you. She tried to hide it since you’ve always ever been her dirty little secret, but I saw. When she had to leave early, I was elated, unfortunately, I was also wasted by that point.”

Pavel had spent most of the evening drinking his feelings in the corner of the high-rise apartment Kelevra owned. He’d been sullen and bitter, sick of being ignored and overlooked by the one person on any planet that should have been by his side.

As children, Zane had been the clingy one. The one always insisting they stick together, the one who couldn’t even get up and walk to the bathroom alone at night without Pavel there to protect him from the dark.

He’d been drunk and angry, and when Zane had stumbled up to one of Kelevra’s spare rooms, he’d followed without realizing his intent.

“You mistook me for him when I walked into the room behind you,” he said. “All the lights were off. It gave me enough time to change. The cock cage was in one of the end tables; I knew where Kel kept his toys and that happened to be the first thing I snatched. We did something a lot like this, do you remember?”

Zane had fought a bit, but it’d been mostly for fun. Really, he’d welcomed his touch, thinking he was Kazimir all the while. The cage had gone on easily enough, and once it’d been explained what it was for, Zane had voiced his displeasure but ultimately allowed things to continue.

He’d allowed him to strip him down and turn him over onto his stomach on the bed. To spread his cheeks and finger fuck him until he was a thrashing, moaning mess.

“I woke up the next day and the cage was off,” Zane sounded confused. “But we…?”

“No,” he reassured. “I didn’t fuck you. I couldn’t do it. Not as Kazimir. Not for our first time. Are you mad?”

“That you took advantage of me?” he lifted his hips, humping at air. “Take off the cage and I’ll forgive you.”

“Really?”

“Promise.” Zane made a desperate sound in the back of his throat when Pavel didn’t immediately respond. “Please, Hart. I’ll forgive you for that night, I swear.”

“You aren’t just saying that because you're uncomfortable, are you?” Pavel couldn’t help it. He liked teasing him. Liked seeing him this far gone. Liked knowing he was the reason and he was the only one with the power to bring him back from the brink.

“No,” he insisted. “No, I mean it.”

“So, we’ll be even? I’ve been thinking a lot about what your brother said about you. About how you need an eye for an eye. I’m not sure this is good enough to satisfy you…”

“It is.”

He hummed, pretending to still not believe it.

“Hart, please .”

“I dressed up as your lover, fucked your hole and caged your cock. I watched you cry and beg, all for him . I don’t blame you since it was all my doing. That time. But that stunt at the Velvet Brew—”

“I’ve already paid for that!” Zane blurted, his voice shaking.

“Have you?”

“Yes! For six hours!” He lifted and hit the back of his head against the table in obvious frustration. “Damn it, just tell me what you want me to say. Tell me and I’ll say it. Whatever it is. Whatever you want.”

“ Whatever I want?” Pavel danced his fingers across the center of Zane’s chest.

“Yes!” He nodded vehemently. “Whatever you want. I’ll do it. I’ll give it to you. Just. Make. It. Stop.”

Planting a palm against the table, Pavel lifted and swung up onto it, straddling Zane in one move. He sat low on his legs so that the cock cage was right between his own thighs and let out a whistle. “That looks painful, gorgeous.”

“It is!”

“They aren’t meant to be.”

“They aren’t meant to be worn with constant stimulation being applied to my prostate!”

“Are you taking a tone with me, gorgeous?”

Zane hesitated, his mouth opening and shutting twice before he said, “No.”

“I’ll remove the nipple clamps if you promise to forgive me for pretending to be Kazimir,” he offered, knowing that at this point, Zane would take anything for a bit of relief, even scraps.

“Yes,” sure enough he accepted the deal almost instantly. “Yes. Okay.”

Pavel leaned forward, making sure to bump the cage in the process. He grinned when Zane cried out, and then plucked the left nipple clamp free. Dropping it to the side, he pressed his thumb against the sensitive bud, rolling it beneath the pad of his finger.

Zane’s hips jerked and he moaned.

The second clamp came off and he gave that nipple the same attention, waiting until he was sure he had Zane’s full attention before he bent down and sucked the left one into his mouth. When he caught it between his teeth, the man beneath him reacted like a livewire had been attached to him.

Pavel grabbed Zane’s bound wrists and shoved them over his head, disconnecting them from the device overhead. “Keep these here, or you won’t be getting anything else from me for the rest of the night. Understood?”

Zane nodded and sniffed.

“Sad, gorgeous?” he risked asking, straightening.

“Overwhelmed,” Zane corrected. “Please—”

“I’m going to turn on the camera,” Pavel informed him. This was the main point of contention between them. He could tell earlier that Zane was against taking it to this extreme, but he wasn’t willing to change his mind. “It’s a live feed, which means everything we do from here on out will be seen by others. I’m only telling you this so you can decide which narrative you want to go with. Are you going to act like a victim, or pretend this is consensual?”

“This is not consensual,” he stated, but it was hard to tell if he meant that or was merely playing a role. They both got off when Pavel took control like this, and they both knew it. “If I asked you not to do this? If I begged?”

“You’ve begged for the last six hours, don’t you remember? Where’d that get you?”

“Nowhere.”

“It’s going to happen, baby.” His hand settled on the cage. “I went through a lot of trouble to make sure it would. I need the whole planet to know who you belong to, and I need them to know it fast. Most of all, I need you to hurry up and realize it. If you think about it, you need that too.”

“Do I?”

“If you could think straight right now, you’d see I’m right. I’ll use you and hurt you during sex. I’ll take advantage and do as I please, no matter how much you protest. But I can offer you something no one else can, gorgeous. Not even the Imperial Heir. I’ve already made sure Wells is in the building. He’s another one of her pathetic little spies, isn’t he? Word will get out that I have you, and Lyra will try to get in touch. When she does—”

“Let me guess,” he bit out. “That’s when I’ll tell her all about our engagement?”

“Such a fast learner.”

“And…” Zane licked his lips, “you don’t think anything can go wrong?”

“The only thing that can go wrong here is you turning me down. If that’s the case, I’ll put the clamps back on and leave you for another six hours. Maybe then you’ll have a change of heart.” Pavel grabbed the cage more firmly, making his point. “So, what’ll it be? Am I spending the rest of the night adding to my art portfolio, or am I breeding this greedy hole of yours on camera?”

“A public claim?” Zane sounded out of breath, even more so than a moment ago.

Was it fear?

Or desire?

“You said it was going to happen no matter what I wanted,” Zane continued. “You said I didn’t have a choice.”

“Good listener. Maybe too good. Seems like you’re still too sound of mind. Let’s—”

“Remove the cage,” he said, “and I’ll play along. You want me willing? Want me to show them how good you give it to me? Okay. Let me come, Hart. Let this end. I’ll give you what you want.”

“You know what I’m doing, right?” Perhaps he wasn’t sound of mind after all.

“Wanting me badly enough you feel the need to show the entire university who I belong to?” Zane snorted. “Yeah. That’s so hot. I hate it. But it’s so hot. I love feeling wanted. Desperately. Are you desperate, Pavel?”

“Gods, yes.”

“Then okay.”

Still…

“This will ruin your reputation, Doctor.” He had no clue why he was telling him this. Zane agreeing was everything he’d wanted and more, and yet he couldn’t seem to keep from spelling it all out for him. Almost like he needed him to understand. Like he needed for the doctor to accept the whole plan and what it fully meant.

Where it would lead them.

“After they’ve seen me fuck you, you’ll never be able to leave. If you try to leave me later, you’ll risk tarnishing your family’s reputation. They would never allow that.” Kinky sex was common, sure, but that didn’t mean a man of Zane’s station was allowed to broadcast that he participated in such things.

A sex tape for a Royal? The son of a prestigious, highborn family such as the Solaces?

Scandalous.

“Allowing a friend to pin you down and dominate you would be insulting. But taking your boyfriend's cock…more acceptable.”

“Stop talking,” Zane pleaded. “Remove the cage. I’ll call you boyfriend on camera even, if that’ll satisfy you. Just move this along before I actually combust and die before either of us achieves satisfaction.”

Pavel pushed Zane’s body up the table until his hands could reach the edge. “Grab onto that and hold.” As soon as his order was followed, he pressed his thumb against the fingerprint scanner at the side of the cage.

It clicked open and Zane was already sighing in relief before it was actually removed. His dick sprung free, swelling twice the size in an instant, red and angry looking. Beads of precome leaked out of his slit, coming in rivulets that didn’t seem to stop.

“Came a bunch from having your ass filled, did you?” Pavel chuckled darkly, fascinated as he watched all of that unspent come roll free.

“The dildo.” His comment seemed to have reminded Zane that was still there as well. “Please.”

“I’m still thinking about it.”

“You can’t fuck me if I’m already full.”

He laughed darkly, noticing when that made Zane stiffen all over again. “There’s an idea.”

“Wait. No!”

Pavel grabbed him beneath the knees and lifted, bending his body practically in half to expose his ass to view. The toy was still pumping away, keeping his puffy hole open. It would be easy to pull it free and take its place, and admittedly, that had been the initial plan, but now…

Nothing screamed ownership like being allowed to doubly penetrate a person.

And if technically he wasn’t actually being allowed to do it, who would know? Certainly no one watching the live feed once he turned it on, not so long as Zane kept his word.

Hell. Zane didn’t even need to. He was already so turned on, he’d let Pavel do just about anything to him, that was clear.

The dildo was secured with thigh straps, so there was no fear of it slipping out while they were playing, but Pavel brought two of his fingers to Zane’s entrance and wiggled them in alongside the silicone base, hissing at the tight squeeze.

“Please. Please. Please,” Zane began to mindlessly beg, and Pavel couldn’t tell what it was for. If he wanted him to stop or keep going.

So he kept going.

Pavel worked in another finger and widened them, stretching Zane open for him as much as he could. Judging by the keening sounds his bashert made, it was both pleasurable and slightly painful at the same time. He kept at it, opening him up until his three fingers pushed in and out of him with ease next to the toy.

He pulled his hand free, clicking his tongue when Zane made a sound of protest. “I changed between sketches. It’s too bad you didn’t get to see. I’m in another of those three-piece suits you like so much. Although, perhaps I should have worn a bomber jacket instead?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Zane heaved.

Pavel smirked. “Good. Then I think you’re ready for me.”

He didn’t bother undressing, keeping all of his clothes on and only undoing the fly of his pants. Then he activated the chains he’d cuffed around Zane’s ankles earlier, syncing them up with the device on the ceiling.

“Wait!” Zane’s legs were lifted high in the air and forcibly spread wide, his knees bent at either side, leaving plenty of room for Pavel to lean over him.

He took his cock and guided it toward Zane’s entrance, deciding to enter beneath the toy so that every time he thrust forward, he could shove the dildo in even deeper. He had to shift things around a bit, but once he was ready he rested his crown against the toy and Zane’s hole.

“Deep breath, gorgeous.” It was all the warning he gave before he drove himself into him, burning cock spearing through Zane’s tight body mercilessly.

Zane screamed, loud enough he may have made the windows vibrate, but he didn’t let go of the table to try and push Pavel away. “It’s too much! You’re going to tear me open!”

He sobbed as he was pumped full of both cock and the toy, bawling once Pavel found his rhythm and synced his thrusts to time with those of the toy, ensuring that one was always driving in while the other was dragging out.

“Good Light, you’re clenching onto me so hard,” Pavel praised, trying to keep his head about him. Zane might have been the one strung up with all the contraptions, but Pavel had been horny the whole time from watching. He hit the button on his multi-slate attached to his wrist that would activate the cameras he’d set up earlier before he could forget and then bent forward to kiss his bashert.

He practically attacked his mouth, cutting off another verbal protest, tongue zipping past his lips to explore, moaning when Zane opened wide to accommodate him. It was messy and aggressive and primal, the two of them sucking and nipping at each other as Pavel fucked him hard and unforgivingly.

Even though he’d only just inserted himself, there was a good chance he wasn’t going to last long, and Pavel tore his mouth away to drop it to Zane’s chest. He bit and sucked at his right nipple, grinning when that had Zane’s back bowing and his cock slamming even deeper into his body. It was tempting to choke him, to cover his mouth and his nose with his hand and pull on the collar until there wasn’t a chance of him catching his breath, but that wasn’t what this was about.

“Tell me you want me,” Pavel demanded, pinching Zane’s other nipple hard enough to elicit a yelp.

“I want you,” the words rolled off Zane’s tongue without pause, and if it was believable to Pavel, it had to be believable to their viewers.

One of the camera orbs he’d set up spun around them, capturing them from every angle and he tried hard not to look at it, wanting to focus on the man thrashing beneath him.

Pavel reached down and wrapped a hand around Zane’s dick, but he only got one stroke in before the other man was coming, ropes of white spurting between them. He chuckled and watched, sure to lift himself enough the camera could capture it as well. “You just stained my suit, gorgeous.”

“Sorry.” Zane whimpered as Pavel continued to fuck him. “Please.”

“You’ll recover in twenty-two minutes,” he reminded. “Think I can last that long and make you come again with me?”

“Please,” he shook his head. “Don’t.”

“Want me to touch you here again then?” He cupped Zane’s balls and leaned down, whispering his next words so the camera couldn’t pick up on them. “It’s a good time to test and see if your refraction time is lessened when you’re getting front and back stimulation, don’t you agree?”

“Yes!” Zane gasped and arched into him, clearly finding the chance of ending this sooner rather than being tortured almost another half hour the better option. “Please! Pavel, touch me! I want to come again!”

“You want me to come and give you some peace you mean.” He grinned and pulled back, slipping up so he could take hold of his dick. Pavel played with his slit, rubbing his come around lewdly. He stroked him in time to his thrusts, tugging and squeezing now and again to add extra stimuli.

“That was less than five minutes, gorgeous,” he said in mild surprise when Zane’s dick came to life in his hand. He jerked him off with more vigor, snapping his hips as his own arousal grew at seeing his body react to him.

“Please!” Zane writhed and moaned, and for a second, his hands lifted off the edge of the table before he caught himself and dropped them back.

But not fast enough.

“I saw that.” Pavel pulled out and switched the controls so that Zane’s legs dropped. He was on him in a heartbeat, yanking him closer and then flipping him around onto his hands and knees. As soon as he’d notched his cock back in that warm hole, he grabbed onto the leash and wrapped it around his hand a few times.

When Pavel yanked the chain, Zane’s body bowed back, forcing him down onto Pavel’s cock as he drove himself up into him at the same time. His free arm banded around Zane's waist, and he tugged him in close, teeth latching onto that tender spot between his neck and his shoulder.

“You hear that?” he asked. “All the chains clanking and the sound of your ass being bred?” He tightened the chain around his neck by pulling the leash again. “Well?”

“Yes.” Zane’s bound hands were at his throat, trying to pull the chain off, but when Pavel tsked at him, he hesitated and dropped them.

“Stroke yourself for me, gorgeous,” Pavel instructed, setting his chin on Zane’s left shoulder. “Give me a show.”

It was awkward at first, with his bound hands, but eventually, he figured it out.

Pavel watched as he gave himself a hand job, delighted over the fact there’d been no hesitation to do as he was instructed. “Good boy.” He dropped the leash and ran a hand through Zane’s hair, gripping it tightly to pull his head back. “So submissive for me, aren’t you? Me, and only me, isn’t that right, Doctor?”

“Yes.”

“You want to come again?”

“Yes.”

“Who’s your man?”

“You are.”

“Going to have to do better than that.” Pavel was so close to exploding. He reached for the object he’d set aside, trying not to startle Zane into knowing what he was doing.

“Hart,” Zane practically moaned his name. “Pavel. Hart. I’m yours. You’ve claimed me. So come already and prove that I can get you off as easily as you can get me—”

Pavel drove himself deep into Zane’s body, triggering the doctor’s second orgasm. As soon as he started to twitch and empty, Pavel turned the star crystal dagger in his hand and brought the tip to the other man’s thigh. “Deep breath.”

He carved the P quickly, but that didn’t stop Zane from gasping and crying out. He was fast enough he was already done before the doctor had the sense to try and stop him, his dick still releasing and making a mess of the table despite the shock and pain from being cut.

“What did you do?!” Zane demanded.

“Marked what’s mine.” He clamped his jaw over that spot he’d bitten last month, holding on as he reached his own peak. It took all of his self-control, but he didn’t break skin, recalling that Zane hadn’t seemed fond of being torn the first time.

Instead, he drove his cock in and pulled Zane’s body down on top of him, emptying into his body. Cock pumping him full of his come, so much that he felt it spilling out and pouring over his balls. As soon as he loosened his hold on him, Zane fell forward, exhausted, and he followed, blanketing himself over him even as he continued to paint his insides with cream.

Pavel captured his chin and turned his head for a kiss, this one less frenzied, more comforting than anything. There’d been mention of him being bad at aftercare and he was determined to prove his delectable doctor wrong.

He hushed him when Zane whimpered against his mouth and rocked his hips. “Almost, baby,” he promised. “Almost done.”

Recalling that the cameras were still rolling, Pavel hit the button to shut them off. There was no reason to share this. This moment, soft and sweet between the two of them, wasn’t meant for anyone else.

“You take forever to finish,” Zane complained, pulling away from the kiss to drop his cheek against the table. “Hurry up.”

“I’m doing my best.” He ran a hand through his hair, noting it was practically drenched in sweat now. They’d need a shower after this. Or, more likely another bath. He didn’t see how his bashert had a hope of standing on his own for at least the next twelve hours.

“Pull the toy out a least. You’re killing me here.”

It was tempting to torture his bashert a little longer, but Pavel ended up obliging. The dildo came out with a squelch, instantly making him regret it when he thought of all the come now dripping from Zane’s hole as he tossed the toy onto the table.

“Pavel.” Zane angled his head at him over his shoulder, still unable to see with the blindfold on. “We’re even now, right? For…everything?”

It was cute that he didn’t want to risk bringing up that month or the dates he’d gone on.

“Yeah,” he smiled at him. “We’re even, gorgeous.”

They were so, so much better than that.