Page 39 of My Princeling Brat (Tales from the Tarot #2)

I panted through the fourth one, impossibly large inside me.

The last one would surely split me in two.

I braced myself for the pain, but Vasil paused his invasion and said, “Tighten up now, sub.” At my obvious reluctance, he added, “That’s right.

I want your hole small and perfect for me before I breach you with this last one.

Because I want you to feel it, sweet prince, feel me overtaking you completely.

And know that your body will allow it because I command it. ”

I strained my head backward, the only part of me I could still move freely. My muscles tensed as I tried to regain control. “I’m trying, Master.”

“That’s it. Close, my little flower, and wait for me to plunder you again. How do you feel inside?”

“Full. Impossibly full, like my insides are going to spill out of my mouth.”

His eyes burned with excitement, the smile on his face only adding to his demonic appeal. “But you will make room for me, won’t you, sweet boy?”

“Yes, sir,” I promised as if making a sacred oath.

“Deep breath now, pet.”

He pushed against me until it felt as if I was being slowly cleaved in half. My back bowed as my legs spread impossibly wide, wings trembling so that the metal threads buzzed underneath me like the notes of a violin. Vasil and his wicked vanadium sphere would be the death of me.

“That’s it, my beautiful, obedient boy, just a little more.”

I braced myself for the searing pain of being torn apart, when suddenly the pressure subsided, replaced by relief and an immense sense of accomplishment. I had taken it all because my Master willed it so.

“That’s my brave boy,” Vasil said, dabbing at the beads of sweat on my forehead with his embroidered handkerchief.

“Your hole is now gaping, trying to close with every sweet pulse but unable to do so because my metal won’t allow it.

Because I’m in control.” He swept the sweat-dampened curls from my forehead and placed a gentle kiss there.

“You did so good, my beautiful boy. Have a sip of this now.” He put a cup to my mouth and I drank deeply from the honeyed concoction, the nectar of life.

Then his hands were on me, sliding across my shoulders and down along my sweaty torso.

I panted, my muscles taut from the effort of holding his toy inside me.

“I love the prominence of these veins,” he said as he traced along my navel, down to my groin and along my cock. “Such beautiful lines.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“I’ve spent too many nights devising ways to torment you. Specifically this handsome, girthy cock, the source of your manhood and pride. I wish to dominate that too.”

“Sir?”

“With this.” He lifted another instrument, one far more slender than the spheres but about as long, with smooth protrusions shaped like beads along the length of it.

“And that is?” I asked, while wondering where it might fit.

“A sound,” he said.

“Ah.” I recalled the description in his contract. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

“And you know where this goes, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master,” I leaned back and surrendered myself to him, my prick deflating slightly, likely feeling the same apprehension.

“I’ve made it nice and slick so it should go in without any trouble, but if it hurts, let me know.”

“Will it be painful?” It seemed anything going in a space so narrow would be.

“It may be uncomfortable for a bit, may feel strange and foreign, but I think you’ll really like it. That’s why we do these experiments after all.”

“Experiments,” I echoed as he held my flaccid prick in his confident hand, slowly stroking it to turgidity.

I firmed up immediately, unable to resist my Master’s coaxing.

He studied my prick and then the sound, which seemed to expand and narrow before my eyes.

Vasil was sizing it, I realized, customizing the tool to fit me.

Had he done the same with those spheres?

I was flattered by his special attention and his commitment to my care.

“Here we go,” Vasil said at last, then eased the warm metal inside my slit, pausing at each bead to watch my reaction.

He was right that it felt foreign, an invasion, much like the spheres.

The stretching was uncomfortable but not unbearable, and in a much baser way, it felt right.

He was testing my body’s ability to endure, and that aspect I liked very much.

“How does that feel?” he asked once it was about halfway in.

“Like I have to piss.”

“Accidents do happen,” Vasil said without much fanfare. Perhaps he was into that too? “What else?” he asked.

“I want you inside me.”

“I am inside you.”

“I want more of you inside me,” I said.

“I’m not sure that’s possible, sweet prince, but isn’t it lovely how each instrument is suddenly the focus of your attention? Like a three-act play.”

I nodded and studied him, the delight on his face bordered on madness. It didn’t make my nervousness any less, but it did encourage me to see how much he enjoyed this. “What are you feeling?” I asked.

“Powerful. In control. Honored that you’d trust me to do this to you. Humbled that you’ve given me such a lovely medium to work with.”

“I’m yours,” I reminded him.

“All mine. Take a deep breath now.” Vasil manipulated the sound to penetrate me fully. Then he twisted it slightly and something inside flared to life.

“What was that?” I asked, the sensation stealing my breath away.

“Your prostate. I’m stimulating it from both sides.” He orchestrated both toys simultaneously and the sensation would have made me thrash violently if his web weren’t restraining me.

“Oh gods,” I nearly screamed. “Master, please.”

“Please what, sub?” he asked and did it again.

“I don’t know. Please… just...”

“Breathe, my prince.” He continued his manipulation, puppeteering me from the inside.

I jerked and swore and seized in his web.

My prick was now fully inflated and dribbling precum, my hole pumping out so much fluid that it dripped down my crack.

Vasil smiled as he fine-tuned his instruments, excited by my agony.

“Now, for the last act, my precious boy.” He plucked up one of the smallish needles, the head of it sharp and designed to pierce flesh. “You’ll need to be still for this, Cedrych. Shall I tighten the web?”

“You’d better, sir.”

Vasil made a motion with one hand and any slight range of movement I’d had before now vanished. I tested his metal strands and found them entirely unforgiving. The metal in my cock and channel throbbed rhythmically, as if Vasil’s own heartbeat was inside me.

“Is there anything you’d like to say to me before we proceed?” Vasil studied me intently, burning through my fever with his incendiary gaze. “Would you like me to slow down or even halt, Your Highness?”

“No, Master. Finish me, please. I want it. I want everything.” My emotions were so close to the surface, rippling outward in all directions. He’d turned me into a trembling, needful mess of a man, and I longed to see this transformation complete.

“Very well, deep breath now.”

He leaned over my naked body, so close that I could smell the cedar and erotic musk of his skin. He pinched and twisted my nipple savagely, so hard that I would have jolted had I been able, and then the sharp point of his needle pierced right through my flesh.

“Ahhh,” I gasped, staring down at the needle, the length of my pinky, slightly curved with one perfect drop of blood where the needle exited the puncture. My nipple throbbed in time with everything else, a steady drumbeat in my ears, blocking out all other sound.

“These will look so lovely with a chain connecting them, something I can tug on,” he murmured. “Do you need a break, some refreshment?”

“No, Master. I’m ready. Please… continue.”

He plucked up another needle and twisted my other nipple, to numb it I realized, before stabbing the end of it straight through.

The sensations–all of them–seemed to hit me at once, and I could only pant and sweat and marvel at the being before me, more god than man.

I pictured us from across the room, with me captive to his every whim.

Him standing over me, fully clothed and methodical, controlled where I was chaos, order where I was a mess.

I would let him do anything he wanted, a sort of trust that both thrilled and terrified me.

“You are so beautiful,” he remarked, drawing his hand along my inner thigh, causing goosebumps to rise on my flesh. “Aren’t you, pet?”

“Yes, Master,” I said as a few tears leaked out. Pleasure-pain coursed through me, unrelenting, unabated. “Please, Master, will you…”

“Will I do what?”

“Will you finish me now?” Will you end this? It was just so much. More than I’d ever experienced before. Erotic and cathartic and utterly incomprehensible.

“Yes, I think I will.”

He waved one hand over my chest and both needles curled into loops, providing a comforting symmetry to the act itself. Vasil’s web then tugged at me again, folding me up so that my hamstrings ached and my ass stuck out so far it was slightly humiliating, definitely a breeding position.

“Remember to breathe,” was Vasil’s only warning as he took both the sound and the spherical toy in each hand and began to conduct me like a maestro.

The music he tore from my lungs was not melodious, not in the slightest. It was primal and powerful, a sonorous bellow ripped from my chest like some erotic exorcism.