Obsession and Devotion: Public Displays of Submission
#2 of Obsession and Devotion
Finally! Another installment of Obsession and Devotion. On behalf of my wife, I would like to apologize for the delay. It takes a long time for her to get inspiration and an even longer period of time to sit down, focus, and write a story. I hope that this one will be just as good if not better than the first one. As always, constructive criticism is encouraged as well as general comments as to shout-outs for sequels and whatnot.
This installment, and subsequent ones, will be in first person as per Michael's point of view.
Disclaimer: If you shouldn't be reading this because you are underage or you are turned off by male on male butt-secks, and in this particular case, incest, leave! Why are you even looking in the M/M section anyways!?
Obsession and Devotion: Public Displays of Submission
"Get dressed."
They were the first two words I'd heard from my Master in about two hours. He and my twin brother Julian had been in the bedroom, doing things that I hadn't been invited into. I was naked, as I almost always was. Gaige had an affinity for keeping me in that state. My brother and I weren't identical, but we were pretty close, which explained why Julian had also come out of the bedroom naked, though my Master had a pair of jeans on and he was pulling a shirt on as he exited. I blushed at the sight of both of them and started getting up off the floor.
"Not you, Michael," I heard Gaige say, which made me stop, "You're going naked."
That made me blush even harder. Evidently we were going somewhere that required both my brother and Gaige to actually dress in more than just house clothes, but yet I wasn't going to be wearing anything.
My life under Gaige had started out kind of rough. It had been about three years since that first Friday night with him, and I'd had to learn quick, fast, and in a hurry what he expected of me. With Gaige, there was either obedience, or pain. And not the kind of pain that a slap across the head might cause. He had many rules, and very specific rules covering all kinds of situations and variables. I was to remain nude around the house unless we had unusual company or unless ordered otherwise. I was to address him as nothing but Master, even outside his company. When on a leash, I was to crawl on my hands and knees with my head up, usually naked, at his feet without pulling. Those were just a few easy ones.
I had, fortunately, soaked all of it right up, and found myself with the comforting realization that making this man my entire universe was incredibly easy and desirable. I loved him, for all of his anger and punishments and pain as much as how soft and loving his touch could be and the way his lips tasted. He was, after three years, the centerpiece of my world, and I loved nothing more than to know I'd pleased him.
He had taken a liking to my brother, who I hadn't spoken to since that fateful Friday night, though not because we had a bad relationship. My brother and I were actually very close. He was much less submissive in nature than I was, but not dominant enough to challenge Gaige, and he'd been hanging around lately. My Master wanted him to move in with us, for Julian to also wear his collar. He'd have a set, so to speak. I didn't mind, if it meant having my brother around.
Julian turned right back around from the path he'd been coming out of the room in, and headed back down the hall. He was staying in what used to be my room, and I was sharing Gaige's room. Sometimes I was allowed to sleep in bed with him, and sometimes I slept on the floor. It depended on his mood, like most things. It didn't matter either way to me. I slept better when nearest him, regardless of the surface upon which I slept.
I turned my head after watching my brother to look at my Master, who I noticed had a very definite bulge at the front of the darkwashed jeans he wore. He also had an enormous grin on his face. He was up to something.
"Master... where are we going?" I asked him, somewhat cautiously.
He looked at me, that devilish grin permanently plastered across his deceptively young face. He wasn't young. He was somewhere near five hundred years old. Young for a lycan, though, I guess. He walked over to me, and it was only then that I realized he had the leash wrapped around his fingers. It was leather and thin, and the sight of it made my heart speed up a little bit. Crouching down, he pressed a good, long kiss against my lips, which I wasn't really expecting but didn't complain about one bit. I returned it eagerly, drinking up every second I had to refresh my memory of just how good his lips taste.
"Out," he answered, while his right hand rose to first clip the leash to my collar and then brush those same fingers along my jaw, "To a club. You're going to have a busy night, Michael."
Uh oh. I shifted a little bit and bit down on my lower lip, sitting back with my bare butt on my heels. It was a lax position... the proper, more formal version of it was far more rigid. "You're probably not going to tell me why now, are you?" I asked him hopefully.
He shook his head and planted another kiss on my lips before standing up, leaving my mouth craving him. "Nope. You'll find out soon enough. Julian!"
My brother came out from the bedroom, pulling on a black band t-shirt over his head. His hair was shorter than mine, and spiked a little bit with gel. Both of us were very slender and lithe, our hair close to blonde and our eyes an identical water-blue. The difference in us, though there were a few physical ones, was almost entirely in the way we carried ourselves. My brother had been born six minutes and forty-two seconds before me, and had always radiated with an impenetrable, attention-drawing confidence, no matter what he was doing. I, on the other hand, was quieter and a little less likely to jump into a spotlight. Unless, of course, I was allowed to dance.
Gaige, however, was the opposite of both of us entirely. Even though he was almost pale so far as skin tone, he still managed to seem... dark, and dangerous. He had a full head of loose, almost shaggy black hair and dark, endless eyes. His back was covered in tattooed thorns that wound their way over the expanse of the left side of his shoulder and chest, and a little ways down his left upper arm. He too was lean, but with solid muscle and a tall, powerful body. His very presence was dominating and powerful. People usually had one of three responses to Gaige. They either became extremely eager to get into bed with him, wanted to fight him, or quickly got the hell out of his way. Sometimes all three, in that order.
"What?" my brother answered him, laxly enough that he actually got a glare from Gaige. Gaige was used to people going out of their way to respect him, mostly because I did, and I'd been around him almost literally 24/7 for three years. I would have never answered him like that, but Gaige didn't want Julian to be a pet, like me. He liked the fact that Julian wasn't completely submissive. I figured I gave him as much control as he wanted, so he really didn't need it from my brother.
"Are you ready?" he asked him, in a very measured tone that suggested he was really trying not to backhand my brother.
"Yeah, I'm ready," Julian answered, apparently not phased by either the glare or the tone. That was Julian. Mostly unflappable.
I glared up at him a little bit myself, though for a completely separate reason. "Do you have any idea what he's up to?" I asked him suspiciously.
He shrugged. "Nope," he said, "I just know it involves a club, and that Gaige just spent two hours in that bedroom toying around with me without letting either of us get any relief out of it. Either of us."
I blinked. That didn't help much at all.
"Aren't you supposed to be getting dressed?" my twin asked, and when I shook my head, he looked at Gaige and addressed him instead. "You're going to walk him down the street without clothes on? Isn't that kind of illegal? Even for California..."
"I'm not stupid, Julian," Gaige answered, before looking down at me and saying simply, "Shift."
These were the only times I was allowed to touch the clasp on my collar. I wasn't allowed to remove it at all, even for showering. I reached to the back of my neck and loosened the leather several notches, using holes Gaige had punched into the leather for the sake of such alterations. Those new holes allowed me to shift forms without taking my collar off. My second form was a jaguar, slightly larger than a normal one because it wasn't a natural cat, but not larger by much. My third, however, was my lycan form. I'd only had that form for a few months, since Gaige turned me, and my wolf and I hadn't quite gotten used to each other yet.
So I shifted, into my jaguar form, which I was more than comfortable in. My brother's second form was a leopard. I stretched myself out once I was in my fur and let out a yawn before shaking off the last few tingles of the change from my skin. Shapeshifting was much different than the lycan transformation. Shapeshifting was a magical phenomenon, and entirely painless. The lycanthropic change, however, was very physical, and very very painful for those who didn't at least have a few decades of practice.
We were soon on our way. We lived in a large, expansive complex built by the Alpha of Gaige's pack... who was also his fiance, Nathan McIntyre. It consisted of five floors and several acres of land that included a lot of forestry, all owned by the Alpha. I had been led down each and every one of those floors nude and in my human form, on my hands and knees... so walking down it now in my jaguar skin was hardly a problem.
The club we ended up in was a privately owned place that Gaige and I knew well. Once a week, usually every Friday, Nathan rented the place out for the use of his pack for a night of fun and enjoyment, to strengthen the bonds of his wolves.
Today was Wednesday, though, and I didn't know why we were here on a Wednesday. Gaige led me and my brother back into a VIP room without a word to anyone or so much as pausing. He had a plan, obviously. Julian shut the door to the room behind us and I shifted back to my nude human flesh upon my Master's command, which came as soon as the door clicked.
He looked down at me with a calculating, pensive look on his face. I shifted on my knees while those dark eyes surveyed me, as if trying to gauge what I was actually capable of taking and handling, even though he should be well aware by now. Brushing a hand through my hair, he moved around me and sat down next to where my brother had planted himself, unbuttoned his own jeans, and dropped the fly.
"Get to work," is all he said to me.
I crawled closer to him without any form of reluctance. I love going down on him and pleasuring him with my mouth, and I'm damned good at it. Moving up onto my knees again at his feet, he spread his thighs for me so that I could fit between them, and I pulled his jeans down a bit to expose the thick, but soft meat inside. My hand dipped in and claimed it, stroking it slowly a few times before my mouth hungrily wrapped around it.
My Master gave me a soft moan of approval and laid his head back to enjoy his pet's work. I sucked him down hard, and it only took a few seconds for him to start getting good and stiff. My tongue rolled and rubbed against his fat cock as I nursed it, looking up at him the whole time. My lips stretched around his girth, and saliva quickly started to coat it as my mouth watered for my treat. My hands moved up to cup his balls, which were heavy and solid, and large. I felt his hand move to the back of my head and I purred, causing my throat to vibrate and massage his cock even more as I pushed my head all the way down his length. He groaned out loud when I did that, feeling my lips against the base of his dick. I choked, but held him down as long as I could, feeling my eyes burn with tears. He had two ball piercings at the base of his cock, and I stuck my tongue out and tried to play with them while his dick was still completely engulfed in my hot, hungry mouth.
My own cock was already aching, and in plain sight of the two of them. I could feel my brother watching me, and could see him stroking his cock out of the corner of my eye. It made me blush. My brother has always wanted me. Vain as that sounds.
Abruptly, as I was drawing back up on Gaige's cock to suck on the head, I felt his fingers close tightly in my hair. It made me flinch and whimper at him, but I barely had time to get that sound out before he'd shoved my head right back down his dick to the base again. I choked violently, but I knew better than to struggle. He'd beat my ass if I did. So I tried to relax and give him control. He started fucking my face hard, which he'd never done before. Nathan had a few weeks ago... which had been another humiliating story all-together for another time... so maybe since he was sure I could handle it now, he was doing it.
His thrusts came fast and hard, his fingers tight in my hair to keep control of my head. I groaned against him, not able to help but squirm at least a little. Tears were streaming down my face as his fat cock ravaged my face. I could taste it throbbing on my tongue, the blood pulsing through every single one of the nine inches he had to offer. I couldn't breathe, but that didn't really seem to matter much to him. He fucked my mouth hard for several minutes, slamming his dick down my throat without much for mercy except a pause every minute or two so I could take a deep breath. Finally, he yanked my head back down the length of his dick one more time and shoved my face to the base of his cock, holding my head there. I choked hard, unable to keep from pushing against his thighs. I heard several deep, grunting moans coming from him up above, and I knew what was coming. I whimpered at him, choking harder, which of course only served to squeeze his dick more. His cock was so far down my throat that I would not be able to taste his cream, which I always looked forward to. It was my treat, and I loved the taste.
He didn't fill my throat though. Instead, he ground against my mouth for a few more seconds before pulling my head off again, and pumping his cock. He held my head back a bit, tilting my face upward while he aimed. He grunted several times and shut his eyes, and I soon felt his hot strands of cum landing on my cheeks, lips, nose, and over my eyes. I shut them tight and whimpered, blushing hard. My fingers clenched, aching to be wrapped around my own throbbing cock, but I dared not. I'm not allowed to touch my cock except to shower or unless I have permission. When the last strand of thick, pearl-white cum landed on my face, he grinned down at me and let my hair go, smearing his seed over my face with his cock.
"You are not to, under any circumstances, wipe or lick or remove any of that in any way, until I say so. Got me?" he said. He was breathing hard and perspiring a little bit, and his skin was flushed. He'd enjoyed that. The fact that he wanted me to wear it meant there was something more to this than a blow job in the VIP room.
I blushed again and nodded, sitting back against my heels. "Yes, Master," I agreed. An evil grin spread over his face, one that made me want to squirm where I knelt.
"Now," he said, "I want you to do the exact same thing for your brother."
My stomach twisted as my brother immediately sat upright. His pants were already unbuttoned, as he'd been stroking himself while I sucked Gaige off. "Are you serious?" he asked Gaige, with more excitement than I wanted to hear.
"Master... please..." I plead, "Please don't make me go ---"
He cut me off. "Do you really, really want me to beat your ass over a blow job, Michael? Or do you not think I will?"
I knew he would. He'd beaten me over much less than that. I flinched and bit my lip, crawling over to my brother, who spread his thighs open for me like my Master had before, rock solid and eager for something he'd been fantasizing about since he'd discovered sex. I looked up at him, hoping that he would object to this because he knew I didn't want to do it. I just didn't expect him to. Which was good, because I would've been mistaken.
In fact, he went so far as to tap my lips impatiently with his dick. I glared at him a little bit and shifted on my knees, reluctantly opening my mouth and taking his fat, throbbing cock into my mouth. He was obscenely stiff and I could feel his pulse in my mouth. He groaned already, probably because he'd been fantasizing about this for a while. I sucked down on his cock and slurped at it, bobbing my head along the length of him as I tasted him. I saw his head fall back against the seat he was in, and his hips were starting to work up and down in and out of my mouth.
I could feel Gaige watching me, observing what I was doing, how well, and with what amount of interest. No, I wasn't eager to do this, but I wouldn't do it half-assed while he watched either. My mouth sucked down harder on my brother's cock, my cheeks caving in as I sucked every last throbbing inch of him down in my mouth. One of my hands dropped, collecting his heavy balls in my fingers while rubbing at his asshole with one of them. Julian gasped and I felt his body shudder. His hand abruptly gripped the back of my head, and he started face fucking me just like my master had. I felt like such a dirty little slut. A nasty, obscene toy. Especially with my master's seed all over my face.
My brother raped my face hard, drilling his cock in and out of my mouth with ferocity and need. I choked several times on him, sputtering around those solid inches. At some point, I heard Gaige tell my brother to add his load to the one on my face, and I blushed so hard, even though my face was already very red. I heard my brother laugh over my choking, and he wrenched my head down his length to press my mouth to the base of his dick, holding it there. I squirmed, wriggling and rolling my tongue all over his cock as I was forced to suck it down so completely. Soon, Julian pulled my head up by my hair and pumped his cock off only a few times before covering my face with more hot, sticky cum.
My cock ached painfully, begging for some kind of satisfaction. Covered in cum, I whimpered and dropped my head a bit, wiping the saliva from my mouth and careful not to remove any of the seed. Gaige chuckled and moved his boot out, nudging my aching cock with it.
"Excited, Michael?" he asked, "Is my cum-hungry slut aroused by getting his face drilled and covered?"
I blushed even harder.
"Answer me."
I winced, shifting on my knees. "Yes, Master."
Gaige stood up, towering over me. He was tall to begin with, but on my knees, he always felt like a giant. His hand dropped, running through my hair enough times that it made me purr quietly, even with the sticky, gooey cum all over my face. "What are you, pet?"
I shivered. "Your obedient, cock hungry, slutty bitch, Master."
I glanced up at him long enough to see him smile, and he crouched down in front of me, tilting my face up to look at him with a finger under my chin. "And you're going to make me some money tonight." I blinked at him, and he grinned even more. My heart started thundering in my chest. He continued. "I have arranged to sell your mouth for one dollar to any takers out in the main club. After that, we will move into a VIP room, where anyone with such a pass will be able to use your mouth for free, as well as those who purchase a pass." I opened my mouth immediately to protest, but he gripped my jaw rather quickly and firmly. "I don't want to hear you bitch about it, Michael," he said sharply, "Or I'll beat your ass up and down this club and you'll still have to do it afterward. Am I clear?"
Whimpering, I nodded.
He released my jaw and clipped my leash back to my collar again, giving it a tug as my brother stood up behind me, giving my ass a pat that was more gloating than reassuring. He'd gotten what he'd wanted from me for a long time... at least, partially. Gaige tugged the leash and I hurried along at his heels after him, knowing better than to make him wait. This could definitely be made worse for me if I gave him reason to make it so.
He led me around the club naked for a solid ten minutes, amidst hundreds of feet and dancing bodies. I tried hard not to pay attention to how covered my face was in cum, or the fact that I could feel those hundreds of eyes on me as I moved through the people after my Master. By the time he finally got to a booth and sat down, there was already several people watching the two of us. My brother had apparently parted from us, because at the booth we arrived at, there was already a sign advertising my "services". I blushed hard when I saw it and knelt where I was told to. A line was already forming before my butt hit my heels.
Gaige sat down in the booth just behind me, keeping hold of the leash in his hand. He was close enough behind me to rest his other hand on my back, which calmed me down a little bit. Still, I could feel my heart pounding. He's never put me through my paces like this before, and without any warning.
"So, here's the deal," I heard him say, though his raised tone suggested that he wasn't speaking to me, but to the line that was quickly getting longer and longer. Mostly males, but a few females as well. "This is Michael, my pet. He's got a great mouth, which will cost you only a buck to experience. However, there are rules. Nobody is to cum in his mouth, nobody is to touch him in any potentially harmful manner. If either of these two terms are tested or broken, the fun ends and I will personally escort the one responsible outside for an ass beating. Am I clear?"
A general consensus amongst the line made in nods and grunts. So many already had their cocks out of their pants, and even some of those who weren't -in- line were fucking in corners. The cum on my face had started to solidify and my cock was rigid despite the humiliation I knew was coming. Maybe that's why.
"Great," Gaige said, giving my shoulder a slight squeeze, "Enjoy, then."
That was it. Enjoy. With that simple word, he handed me over to the whim of an entire club worth of strangers. I shifted on my knees and whimpered softly as the first male in line stepped up, his cock already out of his jeans and hard. He wasn't unattractive, but slightly overweight. He used the tip of his cock to press against my lips, which I hesitated for a second to open.
"Come on, boy. Seems you're the club bitch tonight. Open up," he taunted.
I suddenly felt my Master's large fingers curl around my hair, jerking my head back so my body would lean back toward him. He leaned down close to whisper into my ear, twisting his grip in my hair as he did it. It made me grimace. "Do not embarrass me, Michael," he hissed at me, "You don't want to know the amount of shit you will be in."
I whimpered at him and nodded, and he released me. Looking up at the man standing impatiently before me, I felt him tap my cum-covered lips again and obediently opened my mouth. His cock was thick, and about seven or eight inches. I took it into my mouth, feeling heat flush my face as I sucked it down and heard him moan. It felt strange, sucking another man's dick besides my Master's. I already felt slutty and dirty. I rolled my tongue over his cock and sucked him down deeper, bobbing my head up and down along the engorged member stuffing my mouth. I rose my hand and played with his balls as I sucked hard enough for my cheeks to cave in, tongue rubbing up against the underside of the stranger's cock. His hand planted on the back of my head and started to guide me up and down his shaft, his hips pushing forward to meet his own rhythm.
"You've got yourself quite the talented cock-sucker here," I heard him say to my Master.
I could hear the grin in Gaige's voice as he responded. "Yeah... he's got a hell of an ass too... very fuckable. But I'm not sharing that just yet."
Just yet? I felt heat rise to my face all over again as this strange man stood over me, guiding me up and down his shaft. Whimpering, I sucked him down hard and pushed him all the way down my throat, letting the canal flutter around his dick. That caused a deep moan from him and his fingers closed into a fist in my hair. Pulling back up, I sucked on the head alone for several seconds, then drove my head back down. It only took a couple more minutes of this for me to soon hear the tell-tale signs of impending orgasm. My right hand rose, curling around his balls and tugging gently while I nursed his dick, moaning softly onto the throbbing spire of flesh.. I love to suck cock. I can't ever get enough of it. My cock is so hard its almost painful, but I dared not touch it. Trying hard to ignore it, I sucked the stranger for all I was worth until I finally felt him wrench his cock out of my mouth with a gross, sloppy pop and rapidly pump hot strands of cum all over my face and neck. It mixed in with my Master's and brother's cum, slithering in smoldering, sticky humiliation down my chest. He grunted and groaned like a bull, painting my lips with the last few drops of it from his cock. He wasn't technically cumming in my mouth, so he wasn't going against one of the two laid out rules.
I felt so used. My body was tingling with nerves and excitement and total embarrassment, yet pride that my Master was showing me off. I felt him tug on the leash and I straightened my posture, having to really focus on not wiping the cum away or touching my aching, needy cock. I hadn't cum in a few days, and this is just torture. I sucked on at least ten more cocks... enough to make my jaw ache... but as much as I hated to admit it, the humiliation fueled me. I bathed in it, and hated it at the same time.
Halfway through the whole event, I had two men in front of me. Brothers... boyfriends... I wasn't sure. They loved watching me struggle around sucking both their cocks at once or alternating between them, and they smeared the other men's cum over my face several times.
I suddenly felt movement behind me where my Master sat. He was digging in a bag, and I soon felt his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks. I blushed as I sucked on the two men, feeling them trying to force both their cockheads into my aching mouth at once. Covered in saliva and cum, I suddenly felt something foreign pressing against my hole and tensed on reflex. My Master slapped my ass, hard. "Relax," he growled. I whimpered around the two cocks and the men they belonged to laughed at me. My ass burning, I felt him slowly pushing a lubed dildo into my hole. It made me gasp, and one of the two took the opportunity and shoved his cock deep down into my throat, choking me on it as my Master stuffed me full with a dildo that felt bigger than him. After he got it in about halfway, he shoved the rest in roughly... which almost made me explode right there.
"That's it, cocksucker," the man with his cock down my throat groaned. He held my face where it was, at the base of his dick, even as I choked. "You're airtight now, hm? Let me feel that tongue while you choke on me."
I whimpered and squirmed around his dick, trying to wriggle my tongue against his base. Gaige had started fucking me with the toy, and the other male was smearing the seed all over my face with his cock, pumping himself hard. From the noises he was making, I was sure he was about to cum as was his partner. My Master kept driving that cock into my hole and it took all I had in me not to cum all over the floor.
Finally the man pulled out, my face bright red from lack of oxygen, and he too started pumping his dick furiously. They came simultaneously all over my face and lips while I squirmed from my Master's toy, jerking and unable to keep from riding back against it as he fucked me with it. More cum dripped down my neck and chest.
As the night finally came to a close, with the taste of countless cocks and even a few women in my mouth, I was made to crawl one more time around the floor with my Master, the dildo still deep in my hole. A few more men that were jerking off shot their cum over my back as I crawled past them. It was all I could do to keep my head up like I'm supposed to when crawling on my Master's leash. My mind racing and that damned rubber cock grinding against my insides with every movement, I stayed quiet all the way home except for small groans in response to the dildo. Master called his boyfriend to come pick us up instead of walking back like we'd come, because he wanted me to wear the cum all the way home.
Only once we got inside the apartment was I allowed to go clean up and the toy finally removed. I took a long, very hot shower and brushed my teeth before crawling back to Gaige as I'd been told to when finished. As I entered the bedroom, I found him and my brother in Gaige's large bed together, my brother lightly licking and nursing my Master's cock while stroking his own.
Master spent the rest of the night fucking me absolutely senseless for all the arousal that little event had caused him. My brother spent a lot of the time happily sucking on me and on Gaige's balls while he fucked me. Once or twice he drilled my brother's ass as well, but by the time we all collapsed, he had cum so many times in my ass and mouth that I couldn't move, not to mention for all the cum he'd allowed me to explode with. The night ended in the early morning hours with all three of us in a tangled mass of exhausted limbs on his expansive bed, with my Master spooning me from behind, his dick still wedged inside me.