Under Him
Story by Gruffy on SoFurry
My my, whoever knew what these guys do on their free time? A Rule 24 fic for
Under Him
by
Gruffy
2017
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The house was comfortably large, almost manorial in its size, and definitely suggested such a lifestyle. There were two columns at the front flanking the steps to the large front door, painted in white, and a very well kept, sprawling garden. A tall brick fence surrounded the whole yard and created an atmosphere of privacy despite the house looking very inviting for anyone passing by.
A small black car approached the house on a graveled driveway that led up to the black wrought iron gate. It appeared positively rustic, but at the car's approach the gate opened automatically under its own power. Cameras with fisheye lenses followed the path of the car all the way to the front of the house where it stopped.
The man who stepped out was strikingly handsome. Neatly cut blond hair, a square jaw, immaculately dressed in a suit and shiny leather shoes that rustled on the gravel. He walked with confidence, up the stairs, and knocked on the door instead of touching the doorbell button by it. Then he simply waited, standing upright and unmoving. He appeared very patient, ready to stay there for as long as it was needed to reach whoever lived in this house.
But it wasn't very long. Soon the brown door creaked open and a stern-looking man appeared. He was obviously older than his guest, his hair silver as was his rich handlebar moustache. It gave him a refined look that the younger man could only hope to achieve with time and experience. A lot of it came from the deep eyes that looked at the man standing at his doorstep. One got the immediate feeling that nothing would be missed by such an acute gaze.
A quiet moment passed.
“Professor Oak," said the apparently owner of the house with a mild tilt of his head. towards the man on the step.
“Professor Rowan," the guest bowed. “I am here as requested by you."
The grey-haired man's expression did not change.
“I can see that," he said.
“Yes, Professor," said Oak. He looked somewhat expectant, unlike his perfectly calm host. “I hope you are well, Professor."
“I am quite well, thank you," said Rowan. “Are you well, Professor?"
“Yes, Professor," Oak replied quickly. “Professor?"
“What is it?" said Rowan.
“May I come in, Professor?" Oak asked.
Professor Rowan waited for a moment before he took a small step backwards, turned, and gestured with his hand.
“Do enter," he said.
“Thank you, Professor," Oak said.
His shoes clicked on the lacquered wooden floor. The entrance hall opened into a very large living area that appeared to extend to most of that side of the building. There was little furniture but there were many decorative pieces mostly depicting the many specimens that the Professor had catalogued and studied during his extensive travels to become one of the world's foremost experts on the so-called Monsters. His house was another testament to that. Oak knew the layout of the house very well, having spent so much there, both in official working capacity and otherwise. He knew the location of every room, and even the places of each and every object that Professor Rowan kept around.
In a way he knew it better than his own home. It was a curious thoughts and oddly pleasing for him.
“Upstairs," was what Rowan said as soon as the door was closed behind them. “To the study."
“Yes, Professor," was what Oak said.
He waited at the foot of the stairs for Rowan, who walked with determined but unhurried steps. Oak fell naturally in rhythm behind him while the ascended upstairs. Their shoes made loud noises until the bare marble gave way to carpet on the hallway. Master bedroom ahead, Oak knew, guest bedrooms to the left, the Professor's study to the right side. His impressive laboratory and the holding pens were underground in a basement complex that was probably even larger than the house itself. Consider this was unofficial business, they were not heading there now.
Instead the host steered himself into the study, and Oak followed, It was somewhat more intimate space than the rest of the house, at least in Oak's mind. The room was smaller, for once, and the dark wood-paneled walls made it cozier than the clinically clean spaces beyond. A large desk with several computer monitors on it dominated the room, and a leather-backed chair was provided for the Professor's comfort. There was also an armchair and a couch, but beyond that there not too much furniture. The shelves were built into the walls and had glass doors upon them, some of them milky white to hide the contents. Only a few books were about, which always amused guests, Oak had witnessed, but that only made him chuckle privately. The Professor's books were elsewhere. In this study he preferred to use the computer databases that allowed him instantly recall any piece of information he desired. It was obvious why the windows were heavily blinded and could be controlled remotely with buttons on the Professor's desk. Now too the room was dimly lit with light coming from above. There was a softer touch in the way of two candles that burnt on a heavy glass candelabra sitting next to a brass sculpture on the desk.
They entered the room and assumed customary positions. Rowan stood in front of his desk and his colleague some distance away. Oak faced the elder Professor, and once again waited.
“Once again you are here, boy," Rowan said. His tone was almost light.
The blonde man in front of him immediately averted his eye from the Professor's. His entire physical demeanor appeared to change in the instant. The confidence melted away and instead there was reticence, eyes turned down to the floor and with him standing mutedly in one place. The spring that had followed his steps across the yard to the house was indeed gone and he stood...and waited.
“Yes, sir," Oak said.
Rowan's face did not suggest whether he approved of the answer or not.
“And why are you here, boy?" he asked instead.
“Because sir requested me," Oak said.
“That is true," Rowan said. “That is good. I did that."
“Yes, sir."
“Turn around."
This time it sounded like an order, explicitly so. Oak complied instantly, doing as he was told. He faced towards the far wall instead of the grand desk and its owner...his secret Master. Rowan was not still either. He moved around his desk and opened one of the drawers on it, to remove something from it. After that he walk back over where Oak awaited.
“Hands behind you."
The younger man obeyed.
“Yes, sir."
Rowan eyed the hands briefly before he took hold of the left one and snapped a simple metal cuff around it. The other one went around the right hand, and he took another moment to connect them with a little latch that hence turned them into a proper piece of bondage. Oak would no longer be able to move his hands at his will. He had given this freedom to his Master, who made sure the cuffs were secure by tugging on them. He found it to be sufficient. He liked the sight of the shiny metal against the tanned skin on the Professor' wrists.
“Turn to the right, boy."
“Yes, sir."
Oak faced towards the other wall, the one with the thickly covered windows. The couch was between him and the walls. A metal bar ran from the ceiling to the floor, and it had a lamp suspended around halfway through, pointed at the couch to provide light if Professor Rowan desired to read there. It was a standout detail, a piece of design the Professor often highlight to visitors.
He smiled when he moved over to the steel bar and pushed the lamp up along the smooth steel pole, higher up.
“Come here, boy."
“Yes, sir."
Oak stepped over without hesitation.
“Turn around."
“Yes, sir!"
Again the well-dressed man behaved meekly, following every order from his senior Professor. Rowan unlatched the cuffs briefly but maintained a hold on the man's arms.
“Back towards me."
“Yes, sir."
He knew that Oak knew the routine, and stepped exactly as much as was needed, backwards, so that once Rowan clicked the cuffs together again, Oak stood with his back against the metal pole and his arms secured behind his back and around the pole.
Rowan stepped in front of him.
“Look at me, boy."
“Yes, sir."
The blonde man followed this command eagerly. He still appeared shy to meet Rowan's eyes but tried to do so as much as he could, even if he appeared slightly hesitant. His face showed adoration, simple, pure unadulterated gratitude at being in the presence of such a great man standing in front of him. It was an honor to be with him., in any capacity, intellectual, otherwise.
“There you are," Rowan said.
“Yes, sir," the blonde man replied.
“Looking very neat, even if you know what's going to happen to these clothes…"
Rowan put his hands to the collars of Oak's shirt and made a show of rearranging it. Of course there was nothing there to actually smoothen out, the visiting Professor had ensured he was perfectly presentable.
“I do, yes, sir," Oak said. “I know how you prefer it, sir."
“Hmmm…"
Rowan brushed his thumbs along the outline of Oak's collarbones. The younger man let out a quiet breath. He was obviously trying to keep himself in control and not show too many reactions to the Professor's touch, but he was unable to hold it all back. The gasp was obviously to the feel of the large hands touching him. It elicited a small smile from Rowan, but it soon melted away.
“Professor Oak…" said Rowan. He continued to move his fingers along the man's neckline. There was a subtle click when Oak was forced to readjust his hands on the pole.
“An esteemed researcher….a teacher….a star in his field…" Rowan read out.
That was when he went in for the kill.
“But also a pure and complete slut," Rowan said.
He enjoyed the look of shock in Oak's eyes, and savored it for just a moment before his hands suddenly left the young man's neck and instead sought out his chest. He knew where to go and found them without having to search for the right spot. Rowan's fingers pinched on the buds that were Oak's nipples, through his coat and his shirt, and squeezed hard.
“Ahhh sir!"
He was relentless. He squeezed, a static, ruthless hold on Oak's sensitive nubs. Pain shot through the younger man's body and made him gasp and squirm despite his best efforts.
“Tsk tsk…" Rowan tutted. “You must have been playing with your tits haven't you, boy?"
Oak nodded miserably.
“Yes, sir...I'm a bad boy sir…"
Rowan twisted on the fleshy nipples that he could very well feel even through the fabric. They were unusually large for someone of the male sex, the Professor knew, although he was not surprised by the fact. He knew that he was somewhat responsible for their current state.
“You're a what?" Rowan leaned closer to this captive man. He kept the contact on his nipples constant and added a little twist to the squeeze that made both of Oak's pectoral muscles tremble with pain laced with unmistakable pleasure.
“I - I'm a bad boy, sir!" Oak admitted more loudly.
Rowan smirked.
“At least you know what you are...a little slut…"
“Yes sir!" Oak called out. “I'm a slut!"
“Damn right you are, coming back for this week after week…" Rowan heckled him openly.
He grabbed Oak's chest and groped each pec roughly. Oak moaned, unable to stop himself from making such a needy sound while his Master touched him in that manner, firmly, showing his dominance over him with casual gestures.
“To have your tits tortured...to be owned by your Master…"
Now Oak was definitely blushing at the sound of these words. He couldn't deny the truth in them. He really wanted everything that Rowan would do to him, no questions asked, and no limits requested. It was his duty as his Master's boy to do everything he demanded of him.
“Yes, sir...own me…please, sir…"
“Tsk tsk…" Roman pulled his hands away and put them to his own sides for the moment. That left Oak tied to the pole, panting and groaning when the pleasure was sudden gone. His Master sounded disapproving and that felt heartbreaking. He did not want to bring his Master any bad feelings.
“I'm sorry sir...please sir, I'm sorry if I - “
Rowan laughed.
“Begging now too…" he shook his head.
“Oh yes sir, it's been too long sir, own me, sir…"
Rowan grabbed Oak's face roughly.
“I'm the one who decides that happens to you," he said. “Not you. No amount of begging is going to make any difference whatsoever. You get that, boy?"
Oak nodded rapidly, even though he had difficulty moving his head with the firm hand clutching his jaw.
“Y-yes sir."
“You know what you need…" Rowan muttered, “You know you are nothing without me."
“Y-yes sir...yes, please…"
“Nobody else is allowed to do this," Rowan affirmed. His fingers pressed firmly to the flesh, cupping the jawline and the cheekbone under his digits. He might even be leaving marks by the time his hand was taken away from Oak's face.
“No sir, nobody else! Sir! Please!"
The Professor stepped away from his sub. Oak was left staring longingly after him. He really craved to be touched, to be played with in every possible depraved way that Rowan could think of. Oak knew that he wasn't about to run out of evil plans to do just that any time soon.
Rowan remained quiet despite the pleading looks from his boy. He opened a drawer and withdrew something from it that Oak couldn't see when he returned. He must've pocketed the object he got from the desk considering he had nothing on his hands upon his return.
“Such a hungry boy," the Professor mused. “Always hoping for his master's favor…"
Oak nodded eagerly.
“Yes, sir, that is true, please sir!"
Roan's movements were slow, perhaps deliberately so, when he reached for his slave again. He approached Oak's groin but instead of giving him any kind of a sensual touch, he grabbed his belt buckle.
“I may have to inspect you to make sure you have not misbehaved."
“I would never, sir!" Oak assured his Master. “I would never do anything against your orders, sir!"
“That remains to be seen," Rowan smirked.
He didn't simply open the belt buckle, he pulled the whole belt off from Oak's pants. He dropped it to the floor before going for the buttons and the zipper. Soon he pulled down the dress pants and Oak's underwear. There was a notable bulge on the front where the hem of his white shirt still covered a measure of modesty for the bound scientist. This sight pleased Rowan.
“Hmm."
“It is just as you wish it to be, sir, “ Oak said when he noticed the intense gaze, “I have not misbehaved, I swear by my honor and my love for you, Master!"
“I shall see about that, boy."
“Yes, sir! Please sir!"
Rowan tugged the hem of the shirt away to reveal Oak's manhood. Not much of it could be seen directly, however. A curved, anatomically shaped metal cage covered hím entirely, preventing any kind of touching on his bare flesh. A heavy metal ring locked this chastity device around his balls and had the added effect of pulling those testicles tight in their skin and making them look swollen. The only opening in the otherwise completely smooth metal was a small round hole on the tip to allow him to urinate, although its shape surely meant he would have to sit down to do it or suffer the messy consequences. That was a suitably humbling experience for anyone who had been deprived of their manhood by making them wear such a device, to allow another male to take the control of their most intimate body part. That was exactly what had happened when a week ago Rowan had snapped the chastity device onto the scientist and told him that until he deemed him to be 'ready', there would be no pleasure for him.
“Consider it always a reward, boy," he had said, and he still held onto that warning now, looking at the device holding what he suspected to be a cock that was trying its best to grow hard despite the constricting metal around it. The sensation must've been infuriating, Rowan thought. He wasn't keen to experience it himself, onto to inflict it upon others.
Rowan held onto the cage and took a careful look at it. The metal was warm, heated by Oak's body. He hissed, despite the lack of direct contact, when Rowan's fingers pressed to the surface of the cage. Perhaps he imagined how it felt like, to have his Master wrap his fingers around his dick, to give him that relied that he so required from his chastised, pent up state. To be allowed to spill his seed was a wonderful pleasure for him and a show from his Master that he cared for him. After a whole week of chastity, it was something that greatly occupied his mind and made him shiver from the very idea.
“It looks good so far," Rowan noted.
“Yes, sir!"
Rowan tilted the device from side to side. This tugged on the ring around Oak's balls and made him exclaim with a drawn out moan.
“Hush."
Oak bit his lip. If his Master required him to be quiet, he would do his utmost to comply with such an order. But it was difficult when his long untouched genitals were receiving their first real stimulation from his Sir for such a long time.
“The lock is intact...no abrasions or bumps…" Rowan spoke clinically, as if he was reading out a shopping list instead of describing his sub's chastity device. Oak did not respond to these comments. He had been ordered into silence, after all.
“That is adequate," he declared, finally. “For now."
“Thank you, sir."
Rowan let go of the chastity cage. It plopped down on its own weight. Oak let out a breath, unable to hold that back. The Professor let that pass for the moment. He might discipline his sub later on if he felt like it. He usually did.
“Stay still."
“Yes, sir."
Rowan leaned down, enough so that he could remove Oak's pants completely. His underwear, shoes and socks quickly followed, discarded as unnecessary. This left his lower body bare, including his locked up cock and his round, muscular ass. It was not greatly on display yet, consider how he was positioned, but the scientist knew that his Master would change that eventually.
“Don't move."
“Yes, sir," Oak replied.
Rowan moved behind the pole and unlatched the cuffs from one another.
“Hands to your sides, stand upright."
Orak followed these orders rapidly.
“Turn around and grab the pole, boy."
“Yes, Master."
The metal pole was cold under his momentarily freed hands. Oak made sure to push his ass out while he assumed this new position. He knew how his master liked looking at his rear as much as punishing it in every creative way he could think of. Oak was not wrong., for he almost immediately felt a heavy hand land on his ass.
“Are you clean, boy?" Rowan asked.
“Yes sir!" Oak said. “Of course, sir! I am always clean when you require it of me."
Rowan slapped the ass hard. The clapping noise it made was as sharp as Oak's moan. There was going to be a red mark on his ass cheek in no time, and he did not expect it to be the last.
“I will see to that."
The Professor grabbed each of Oak's ass cheeks roughly and pulled them apart. A nearly hairless ass crack was displayed to him, with his balls hanging below. The puckered, slightly pinkish hole looked like it had been freshly washed. While Rowan stared, the muscle clenched and a single shiny drop was expelled from his sub's hole. By all means he appeared to be ready for whatever that would happen to him.
“Do not move:"
“Yes, sir."
Rowan put a hand into his pocket and withdrew a black object. Its tapered shape and flared end were suggestive of its purpose, although Oak, following his orders, did not turn to see what it was. He learned of it when it was pressed against his asshole, rubbery, firm, being pushed into his body.
“Take it, boy."
Oak braced himself onto the pole, held to it firmly and pushed his ass back while he made his muscles relax. Mind was to receive a brief victory over flesh, when Oak concentrated on receiving his Master's gift.
The plug was not particularly large, but it did stretch the scientist open. His muscles closed down on the object that slid into him, but they were not able to expel the toy. Its shape made it more prone to simply slide in and lock into place, to be kept inside until Rowan decided that the man had finally had enough.
“Ah, sir…" Oak couldn't help but speak. Rowan's eyes saw the base of the plug mov subtly, up and down, when his sub's accommodating insides got used to its presence.
“Hands down!"
Oak moved quickly. He wondered if he was going to be punished now that had made a noise after being told not to.
“Turn and put your hands behind the pole."
“Yes, sir."
He was locked onto the pole again. Rowan moved in front of his boy and then produced another object from his pocket. This too was black, rectangular, and he held it out on his hand.
“Something new I have picked up just for you, boy."
“Thank you, sir!" Oak was quick to give his thanks despite not knowing what exactly the Professor was showing to him.
“We shall see if you will thank me later," Rowan stated.
“Always, sir!"
Rowan touched the top of the object and immediately Oak understood just what it was. The little gesture caused the plug inside his ass to begin to vibrate, and to send such a multitude of sensations through his loins. All his internal muscles clenched immediately and made his cock bounce and jump from this force alone. He bit down onto his teeth.
“Ooooh sir…"
“This ought to teach you some control, boy."
“Yes, sir," Oak whispered.
Rowan placed the remote into his pocket. Although he knew that the plug was torturous on his boy's self control, the true way into his core was through another route.
His hands returned to his boy's chest, and in particular, the nipples that were still hidden under the clothing. He did not wait at all but instead grabbed them and twisted them as soon as his hands found them in their familiar place.s
“Ah!"
Rowan rolled the nipples in his fingers, enjoying the feeling of the strong pectoral muscles tensing and flexing when these particular buds connected to them became such instruments of pleasure and pain.
“Ah s-sir!"
The Professor let the go of the nipples almost as soon as he had started. Instead he had moved to unbutton the shirt that still offered a measure of protection for Oak's body. This too was soon to be taken away from him, to leave him completely bare in his Master's eyes. He had to be removed from the pole once more to pull the shirt completely off him, but once the cuffs went back on, the man was completely vulnerable to his Master's gaze and hands.
“I know what you need, boy."
“Yes, sir!" Oak panted.
He moved away only quickly, but returned with a very familiar object held between his hands. Oak's eyes widened at the sight of it, and his breathing audibly got quicker, and more shallow. He recognized the nipple clamps, a huge, heavy design with a chain connecting the two ends.
“Oh sir…"
Rowan grabbed one pec roughly and spent a moment tweaking and massaging the swollen nipple before the clamp went on. Oak gasped at the intense sensation of painful pleasure shooting through his body. The clamps were nothing short of intense, their grip powerful even through the padded tips of the actual device. The other half of his chest would quickly receive the same treatment, of rough hands taking inventory of the muscles there and teasing his nipple before the clamp came on again.
“Aahh…" Oak groaned.
“Always going on about your tits," Rowan snorted. “Such a slut."
Oak did not reply. The pain was making his muscles toll and clench, inside him, on his arms, his legs, and of course his chest. He was practically making the chain connecting the clamps jingle between his nipples. Rowan didn't give him a pause. His hands found the scientist's chest and and grabbed on his well-defined pecs. The workout regime he had undergone for years truly showed off there, in the shape of his chest and the muscles he now sported there. The crowns on top of them, his nipples, burned with the strong clamps digging into his flesh.
“Oh ah…sir..." Oak threw his head back and moaned, pushing his chest to meet his Master's touch, whether for more pleasure or for even the slightest relief from the pain, that was unclear. But his wanton gesture darkened Rowan's face.
“Slut!"
His hands were suddenly removed and he left the man suspended on the pole, gasping and groaning under the intense treatment.
“Still no control...after all this time…" Rowan shook his head.
“Oh sir, sir please sir, I did not mean to!" Oak pleaded.
Rowan walked over to his desk. Oak watched intensely, and felt his body shuddered when he saw which drawer was being opened. He knew what was kept in there, and was proven right almost immediately. Rowan withdrew a slim riding crop. A coldness swept across Oak's sweaty skin when he spied the implement of teasing and torture, now held in his Master's hand and hung down towards his knee.
“Sir - “ Oak began but fell silent when he saw the dark expression on Rowan's face.
“Disobedience is always punished," Rowan stated.
“Yes sir, thank you sir," Oak was quick to say, though he knew that it could only mean further pain for him.
Whap!
The riding crop slashed across his abdomen and made his breath catch. Soon the same burning snap touched both of his hips and left red welts almost the moment the crop touched them.
“AH!"
The tip of the crop flew through the air and hit the chain, which in turn used the geach mechanism within the clamps that made them squeeze only harder on Oak's nipples when pressure was applied to the chain. It was such force that it was almost a surprise that the clamps weren't torn off from him, leaving only sore nipples screaming with pain, but since the added force only made them hold tighter to their prizes, they remained, and sent incredible pain through the scientist's chest.
“OWWWWH!"
The crop hit his chastity cage and almost made him see stars. The pain was excruciating, but could've only been made worse when the same swing was reversed and this time caught his balls. His swollen nuts sang with pain and almost caused him to collapse to the floor in agony. His body tried to bend over in pain but the cuffs caught him on the pole and hence he only ended up toppling forward, the chain between his tits jingling by itself.
“OHaAHHHHH!"
His defensive posture only made him more vulnerable for his Master and his cane. The leather cracked when it flashed through the air and landed on Oak's immaculate, muscled flesh. The dark look of satisfaction across Rowan's features told his sub that he enjoyed inflicting such corporal punishment on Oak's body.
The bound man panted roughly. Sweat rolled off his face when Rowan approached him again.
“Look at me."
Oak did his best, with his narrowed eyes, his face as flush as his ass was red from the repeated hits of the riding crop already.
“Yes...enjoying it so much aren't you…"
“Y-yes sir," Oak rasped between his dry lips, “yes…"
One of his burning nipples came free of the clamp - but not before a twist on his flesh that made him moan out loudly again - but then Rowan's hand was tugging on the chain again and the remaining clamp tightened great on the other side of his chest.
“AHAAHAAHH!"
“It should be pure pain," Rowan hissed, “but there you go...moaning in pleasure…"
He leaned even closer and bit onto the abused nipple that he had freed of the clamp, momentarily so. His teeth elicited another loud yelp of pain tinged with pleasure. His tongue tasted the flesh he held between his teeth and the movement of his lips suckled on this precious nub, now becoming such a conduit of pleasure, pain, punishment, and sexual energy for the bound man.
“AhhhSIR!"
Oak's other nipple burned from the tug so much that he didn't really even notice when the clamp was released, and Rowan's mouth moved to cover this freshly released one. He did feel when the clamp went back onto the other, now spit-slickened nipple he had just tasted.
“AH!"
As if that wasn't enough still, Rowan grabbed his boy's balls and pulled on them roughly. His whole body strained under this fresh onslaught, but yet again the Professor did not let his playmate get too used to the seemingly endless variety of sensations he was capable of producing in his toy.
He alternated between Oak's nipples for a while, just how long, neither likely noticed. Time had ceased to have its usual meaning in the confines of the study, now the stage of their games like it had been so many times before. None of the thrill had been lost, even through the sheer number of experienced they had shared.
The clamps went back on once Rowan had enough, for the moment. He looked at his panting, sweaty sub and smiled, briefly.
“You think you can handle it, but you are so very wrong...we have but started."
“S-sir," Oak groaned.
Rowan only stopped to take out his remote to adjust the vibrating plug in Oak's ass to produce even more delirious pressure on his prostate with its constant stimulation. The effect was immediate, and Rowan spent a moment watching it before he moved onto his next planned manner of torture he planned to inflict.
“Stand upright, and do not move."
“Yes, sir."
Oak was freed, but not for a long moment. He was ordered to move to stand in another particular spot, and lift his arms over his head. They flexed with muscles, and the tension in them, that only seemed to make the state of his nipples even more dire when his pecs responded to this new posture.
“Stay."
“Y-yes sir."
Rowan secured the metal cuffs to a length of chain that hung from the ceiling, just for this purpose. To any curious guests he would tell that it was meant for the installation of a new chandelier. Little did they know that its main function was this, to suspend his boy in such an exposed manner.
“There we go."
Rowan remembered to pull on the chain to inflict another round of crushing pressure on Oak's well-worn nipples. It served as a mild distraction from him rummaging through his pockets, as if searching for something.
“Hmm, yes…"
Oak's sweaty eyes recognized the little silvery item, even through the haze of pain that was threatening to overcome everything else. He moaned when Rowan grabbed the chastity cage and held it steady while he brought the key into the little slot meant for it on the side of the device.
“Oohh sir…"
“Quiet!"
There was a click when the hidden mechanism activated and the top and bottom halves of the cages were released. The nearly invisible seam separating them parted and allowed Rowan to disassemble to device without trouble. Oak's cock came into view once he had removed the metal cage. It was incredibly swollen, dark beyond its usual color, and expanded the moment that it regained its freedom to throb and pulse in a massive state of arousal. It looked like any direct stimulation might be enough to cause the chastized man to lose his control and spill his seed.
Out came the riding crop again. held in Rowan's hand. He ran the tip of the crop along the length of Oak's penis while keeping a stern eye on him. Oak stood extremely still, wondering if at any moment the wrist holding the crop would tilt and a sharp blow would wrack his flesh again.
“I know just the thing for little pricks like this…" Rowan stated softly.
“Yes, sir…"
Rowan swung the crop in his hand, back and forth, while he moved to his desk. Oak suspected he was going to pick up another devious tool from the confines of its drawers. Yet Rowan managed to surprise him, at least to a degree, when instead of that he took hold of one of the large white candles still burning on their holder.
“S-sir…" Oak began to pant.
The Professor shielded the fire with his palm during the few steps it took him to return to Oak's side.
“This ought to work to calm you down a little...although I can not say it will cool you down."
“S-SIR!"
It was nothing less than a howl, the noise that Oak made when Rowan tipped the candle and splashed the molten wax down onto his cock. The almost purple flesh jerked with the fat, thick drops landing to the smooth skin of the glans. The resulting heat shock congealed the wax almost immediately from its surface with the cool air of the room, while the burning hot wax remained in contact with the scientist's skin.
“OHWHHAAAAAAAHRRRHHH!"
Wax flew to the floor in all directions when Oak jerked around in his bondage. His cock flopped from side to side when he shook back and forth, unable to stay still.
“AWAAHAAH!"
“Hush…"
Rowan raised his crop and smacked Oak's ass, as if he intended to take the man's attention away from the hot wax dripping down on his cock. Much of it had ended up on the floor, which was sure to disappoint the Master of the house. Yet Rowan wasn't done with it, despite Oak's struggling.
“Stay still!"
He grabbed Oak's dick by the base and then drizzled it with the hot wax. He screamed out when yet another hot glob ended up on his most sensitive skin. Despite the pain, his cock didn't lose any of its stiffness. It certainly looked incredibly obscene, the way it pulsed and throbbed, blotched now with the white wax from the candle.
“Ah...ah...ah…" Oak panted roughly, still shell-shocked from the treatment on his poor cock.
“Concentrate…" Rowan whispered, “let it go…"
He didn't let it go, by any means. Rowan grabbed the nipple clamp chain and pulled on it. His body tensed anew and his flexing arms made the chain rattle on which they were tied to. The clamps locked down on him again and made the sweaty man groan in renewed pain coming from his nipples.
“I know what you are...and what you need…" Rowan murmured.
He varied the pressure while staring down at the struggling male. The candle burned threateningly on his hand but he did not apply further wax on his victim. Some of it was still reforming over the tortured skin of Oak's cock. He did not show any signs of growing any less erect.
“I know you…"
Rowan returned the now drippy candle to its holder, to have another free hand at his disposal. There was still too much he wanted to do, and this time, he was going to lay it down on the scientist's ass. With his arms suspended above him, Rowan could stand behind him and stare at the roll of the sweaty back, all the way to the flare of his ass and how the muscles there trembled too. The sight of the firm male ass thrilled him, and reminded Rowan to switch the vibrrator plug's settings once again before raising his crop again.
“But not ready...not yet."
Back went the crop and then slammed onto the globes of Oak's ass. The noise was a sharp din, accompanied by a strangled sound from Oak's throat when his body was simply unable to vocalize the sensation shooting through him.
“HHHH!"
He was relentless with his crop. On that sweaty back, down on each hip and the roundness of Oak's ass, red welt appeared where the sharp blows of the crop fell. Oak struggled on his bondage with such force that it looked like he might tear the chain off the ceiling with his struggling jerking.
“Such a bad boy…"
Rowan lashed out on Oak's balls again. He decided they had not been given enough attention yet, and spend some time flogging them with the crop before dropping it and simply going for his hand. Squeezing down on Oak's nuts made the scientist moan out almost sadly, while having his nads twisted and squeezed by firm fingers intending to give him as much pleasure and pain as he could get out of that strung up body.
“Your body doesn't even know what's pleasure and what is pain anymore…" Rowan whispered when he pulled one of the clamps away and pinched on the nipple with his fingers instead. It was natural to tug the chain tight to add even more pressure on the squeezed nub.
Oak groaned when he felt the tickle of Rowan's moustache on his chest and then his teeth and tongue, attacking one nipple with delight, and raw determination. The Professor bit down on the entire brown areola and suckled on the man-tit with his open mouth. His teeth gnawed on Oak's pectoral muscle and that wet tongue slithered over the nipple again and again. Oak's many moans melded together into a constant, almost wail-like noise he made when his oversensitive flesh was teased repeatedly with such expertise.
It felt like his Master wanted to devour him completely, and it turned him on incredibly. Oak shuddered and moaned, even through the exquisite pain that wracked him non-stop.
Rowan replaced the clamp to its original place and decided that his boy's tits still needed some more attention. The riding crop lashed out and landed on Oak's pecs repeatedly. At the same time he pulled on the chain to ensure that there would be no reprieve.
“AHHEEHH!"
His boy's groans only grew louder - and his cock harder, if that was even possible. He was entirely at Rowan's mercy, and both of them knew it. It only made the Professor want to punish him even harder, to see where his true limits stood. There were still other ways to test them, too.
“Still nowhere near ready…" Rowan shook his head.
Oak looked at him pleadingly, even through the burning on his chest. Rowan laid down his riding crop for the moment. He moved behind his bound captive and ran his hands over Oak's sore buttocks. It was not a tender touch, not the way he knew he was touching places he had previously caned vigorously. His fingers only added to the smarting.
“Not at all…" Rowan shook his head.
He spied the plug still sticking out of Oak's ass and took a hold of its flared base. It was a pleasurable feeling, how the man's asshole clenched on it and tried to keep it inside even when he pulled on the toy to remove it from his boy's rear. The glistening black toy buzzed in Rowan's hand for a moment before he turned it off. He would no longer need that to fill his sub's ass, not now when he had another thing in mind.
Rowan did many things at once. He bit on Oak's shoulder, and yanked on his nipple chain, all at the same time when he jammed two fingers into the scientist's wet asshole. It was one quick motion, not teasing the hole before he simply plunged in. He knew that Oak could take it, and he was not going to wait when he knew what he wanted.
“Ohhh...SIR!" his boy yelped hotly when his insides closed around his Master's fingers.
The man tasted of sweat and pain, Rowan decided, licking on his neck now. He twisted his fingers around and ran his fingertips against the walls of his tunnel. That part of him was strong, just like the rest of him, and made conquering him all that more arousing. It felt like Oak's body was fighting the penetration despite his obvious slutty desire to be filled and used by his Master.
Rowan made sure to pull on the chain until ripping point before he finally closed his fingers around Oak's cock. It felt strange and slippery, with the layer of wax covering it in places. Like an extra layer of skin, for the moment. It soon began to crumble when he squeezed down on the fleshy length in his grip.
“Ah…"
The sub's asshole quivered now that there was finally a promise of possible release after his prolonged chastity. His body tensed, but the touch of his Master's hand did not promise immediate relief. Everything had to be earned when it came to Rowan and his games.
“Such a bad boy…"
Twisting fingers found his prostate, without a moment's hesitation. His cock swell from the new stimulation, of the fingers digging into his sensitive nub in his ass.
“Tsk tsk…"
Rowan gave slow, firm strokes on his meat. The slippery wax was still relatively soft under his fingers. Their combined body heat wasn't nearly enough to melt it but it did contribute to the wax slowly crumbling away in Rowan's hard grip.
“Big slut."
“Yes sir…" Oak moaned.
Rowan fucked his fingers through his boy's pucker. The lubricant Oak had filled his ass with before coming to the Professor's mansion was being put into good use now when Rowan continued to tease and fill the boy's rear. He was still tight, almost surprisingly so considering how much abuse that hole had taken over the years. You wouldn't think of him as virginal by any means, but there was an amount of muscle control that came with experience. Rowan knew very well how tightly that ass could suck on his cock while he pounded that needy hole into oblivion.
For now the boy had to do with his fingers, but that was still an intense ride. Rowan was in complete control of Oak's body, back, front, driving him to his climax through the motions of his hands. The hard flesh jerked in his hand and oozed a clear nectar onto Rowan's knuckles.
“Such a messy boy."
The punishment was a simple one. He let go of Oak's cock and allowed it to bounce uselessly in the air, untouched and simply straining. It flexed in a way that suggested he was about to cum and shoot was what probably an enormous loud out of his churning balls. But nothing came, the hardcock throbbed and the piss slit on the tip gaped, but he did not come. The stroking had ended at just the moment when he had been reaching the point of no return.
“Ooohhaahh…"
Rowan hooked his fingers around the chain and pulled the clamps tight. His wrist pressed firmly to Oak's chest when he tugged the chain to bring harsh pleasure-pain all over his chest.
“"M-master!"
The chains rattled. above.
“Oh Master…"
Rowan grabbed one of Oak's pec in his full palm and groped it hard while he ramped up the fingerfuck again. He wasn't going to give any mercy to the prostate that was overfilled with the scientist's spunk and just waited to be expelled. The hard poking at it caused a thick drop of it to appear at the apex of those purple glans and drip to the floor.
“Such a waste," Rowan complained.
“Sorry, sorry sir!"
The Professor drove his fingers into Oak's ass with such force that he almost sent the scientist on tiptoes with his hand pounding at his rear. He made sure that Oak's chest was properly aching before returning to jerking his abused meat.
“T-thank you sir…"
“It's not for you," Rowan grunted.
Oak tried to be quiet, but failed at it miserably. He was simply too aroused to keep silent when he was tortured, body rocking back and forth to try to make the best of out of the sensations coursing through him.
He almost howled when it finally did happen. His cock grew immensely hard and he blasted away, pumping cum down to the wood floor where it created silvery streaks and puddles. The continuous jerking sent the globs flying everywhere. It was making a huge mess. Oak's ass pulled at the fingers inside his rear. His body was trying to get as much contact as possible, and the fingers pressed on Oak's prostate milked him from inside, as much as the hand that still stroked back and forth over his length.
“SSs-ssiiiiiiiir!"
Rowan did not show any signs of stopping, even when his boy's climax became a dribble over his knuckles and then waned away. The fully hard cock continued to throb and go through the motions of an orgasm, but nothing came out anymore.
That didn't make Rowan to stop. The air reeked of sex, sweat, cum, ass, man, and Rowan worked him still. He wanted Oak to remember the privilege he had given him, of spilling his seed and releasing his energies. He wanted Oak to lie in bed at night and remember his touch, from the way his body ached, from the knowledge that he was truly owned.
His hands had the ability to turn pleasure into pain, and that was happening even then. Oak's prostate had become supersensitive, as was his cock, ad from now on the stroking and the fingers no longer brought simple joy. There was pain, enough to make his sweaty body jump and flex.
“A-ah...ah...ah…."
His voice began to warble with the moans that came out of his throat, when the overstimulation went on and on and on - and then ended, like someone hit a switch, like the plug that had previously occupied his ass. Rowan's hands withdrew from his ass and his cock and instead grabbed onto a familiar place, Oak's chest, to continue to torture on those fleshy mounds.
Rowan stepped close and licked on the bare, sweaty neck. He listened to his boy's breathing and felt the heat radiating off his body. The scent of sex was almost overwhelming.
“Not bad…" was what Rowan whispered into one ear, “for now…"
“Ah, sir…"
Rowan gave Oak's right pec one more squeeze before his hand was pulled away. Oak felt it clasp onto his ass cheek once before he heard the click of belt buckle being opened.
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