After I’d served the food, Master fed me once more. He had to use a spoon for the couscous, but he could use his fingers for the rest. He complimented me often on the meal, and I basked in his praise.
Now I sat opposite him at the coffee table in the living room. He’d set up a chessboard on the table and sat on the couch—keeping himself above me. I knelt, for now, knees spread wide. I was still plugged, though this time with the vibrating one.
My cock was hard and ringed, my balls bound with the heavy, thick metal cuff. They ached horribly, and I had to struggle quite a bit to keep from whimpering every time they shifted. I knew I had more than twelve hours yet before I’d be allowed to come. And based on what I had on and in me now, I knew the next few hours were going to be a challenge.
Master was, well, a master at challenging me.
“Okay, so here’s how this will go. If I capture a piece, you will edge once.”
OhdearGod
, I moaned internally. I stared at the pieces, all sixteen of them. I could only conceivably lose fifteen at most until I lost the game, but if Master planned his moves carefully enough, I could, in fact, have to deal with fifteen edges per game. I looked up at him and managed to nod.
His smile turned absolutely evil. “For each higher ranked piece, you’ll take longer to reach that edge.”
I whimpered out loud this time.
“If you capture one of mine… well, you
don’t
have to edge.”
I wasn’t sure that was much of a success. But if it helped me win, that had to be a good thing.
“If you win the game, you get fifteen minutes without stimulation of any kind.”
I swallowed. Something told me I wasn’t going to like what I got if I lost.
“And if you lose….” He paused, which I knew was solely for effect. He’d worked this out long before now. “If you lose, the first time, you’ll suck me, edging yourself as you do. The second, you’ll get Icy Hot on your balls and fifteen minutes of edging. The third time, I’ll fuck you, edging you as many times as I can in the process.”
I suddenly had a
lot
of trouble breathing. This could either make for a somewhat frustrating, but fairly calm night if I won. If I didn’t—and Master certainly wasn’t a bad chess player—it could be one of the most frustrating nights of my life.
I think I fell a little more in love with him.
Yet again, he’d found a brilliant activity to guarantee I wouldn’t be able to think of anything but him. And certainly not worry about what was happening the next evening.
The first few times we’d played chess, I’d won, perhaps a bit too easily. I figured he was learning how I played. But I wasn’t going to make it easy on him, and had hidden quite a few things. I knew I’d have to pull out all my tricks if I didn’t want to end the night with balls so blue they’d never go back to normal.
Then again, I was beginning to think that achingly full balls
was
my new normal with Master. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that yet. In the end, though, if it pleased him, I’d learn to deal with it.
He’d given me white, which meant I went first. We danced back and forth for a while, threatening each other’s pieces but not making any major moves yet. Annoyingly, my cock stayed hard, which I knew was partially thanks to my ass and the plug, both of which I felt any time I moved slightly. I sat fully on the cushion for a while to give my legs a rest, and that, of course, only made it worse.
I forced my attention back to the game. I set my pieces up, trying to keep my focus a few moves ahead, but Master’s proximity—the fact that he felt almost too far away—along with my hard cock and sore ass made concentration difficult. Every so often, he’d turn the vibration on, completely derailing me. I had no doubt that was deliberate.
In the end, I was meant to lose and knew it. But the truth of it was, I wanted to. I wanted the things he’d give me if I did, though I was still going to do my best.
Finally, I took first blood, capturing a pawn. Unfortunately, this seemed to give Master permission to take mine. With a terribly evil grin, he said, “That’s the first edge. Hand on your cock, boy.”
I swallowed, doing as I was told and stroking myself slowly. Sometimes, only one edge was more difficult than several in a row. It took a ridiculously short amount of time for me to get close. I gritted my teeth, the pleasure mounting in leaps and bounds until I had to let go or go over the edge. I fisted my hands on my knees, breathing hard through my nose, soft moans leaking.
“Beautiful, boy,” Master praised, and despite how frustrated I was, the words helped.
I’m pretty sure he gave me a break by not capturing anything for a bit. But we couldn’t dance around each other forever, and I gave in, taking another pawn. He, of course, responded in kind, and when I’d finished the edge, which had taken approximately one minute, he gave me more soft words to help me calm down.
We went slow on the game, the captures spaced pretty far apart. Even so, by the time most of my pawns were gone and I’d lost a rook, bishop, and knight, my balls had gone from ache to almost full pain.
It was no real surprise to me when he captured my king. With no preamble, Master stood, stripped off his shorts, and came around the table to stand next to me. I turned and got up on my knees, facing him. He threaded his fingers through my hair, tilting my face up to him.
“I want you stroking your cock until I come. You
will
…
not
….”
I nodded. “Yes, Master.”
“Good.” He waited until I wrapped my hand around my cock, then nudged my lips with his hard dick.
I thought he’d take his time, stretching it out to tease me, but he didn’t. I still hit the edge a few times, but he came fairly quickly. He kissed me thoroughly when he’d finished—I loved that he did so after I sucked him—then took his seat again. I resettled on my cushion, my cock officially hitting painful.
The fifteen minutes of edging after the second game had me begging for my orgasm halfway through. Master gave me short, ten-second breaks so I could avoid orgasm, but tacked them onto the end. On top of the Icy Hot burning my balls, I had tears rolling down my face at the painful need.
Despite Master teasing me with the visual of him stroking his hard cock, I won the third. The relief at those fifteen full minutes of nothing almost made me weep.
Now, halfway through the fourth game, I had no doubt whatsoever Master was going to win. But he wasn’t going to
just
win this one. He’d already captured most of my pawns, both rooks, both knights, and a bishop. I knew, without asking, he was going to try to capture all of my pieces before taking my king.
I played along. I could have sacrificed myself, but he wanted me on edge, wanted me so horny I couldn’t think. Since I wanted nothing more than to please him, despite the ridiculous ache in my heavy balls, I kept going.
He managed it, taking all fifteen pieces before my king. Granted, he only had three pieces left, including his king, but he did it. The look he gave me when he knocked my king over went straight to my balls, making them draw up as much as they could with the cuff around them.
“Bedroom, boy,” he murmured.
I didn’t even hesitate. I was on my feet and going up the steps in seconds. I beat him to the bedroom and stood at the end of the bed, legs braced apart and hands at the small of my back. When I heard Master behind me, precum spurted from the tip of my cock, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that came from my throat. I knew—
knew—
Master wasn’t going to go easy on me. I didn’t want him to. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to beg, plead, whine, or cry.
By the time Master came, filling me once again, I’d actually contemplated calling my safeword. I wouldn’t, couldn’t, not over this. My need to please him far outweighed my need for my orgasm. But I was frustrated enough that I had to think about it.
I
had
done all of the pleading and whining, making more noise than I could ever remember during sex. He hadn’t touched my cock, but I’d come very close to orgasm more than once just from him stimulating my prostate. I was that turned on. He’d taken his time, fucking me slowly, stretching it out until I thought I’d lost my mind. Finally, after I’d been begging for his orgasm for a while, he let go. I was fully crying by this time.
Taking the cock ring and ball cuff off only made my need worse. I think it took me a good half an hour to calm down enough that I could lie against Master without unconsciously trying to rut against him. I didn’t, however, go soft.
Sleep came faster than I would have expected, as frustrated as I was. I would have thought I’d be up half the night. But I listened to Master’s breathing even out, and I’d matched mine to his without meaning to. As such, the last thing I remembered was a whispered “I love you.”
Mal
WHEN I
woke Christmas morning, it was to a hot mouth on me and my balls drawing up. It took an absurdly short amount of time after that for me to shout, “Fuck, boy!” and come down his throat. If I ever managed to convince him to move in with me, I was
definitely
starting my morning that way every day.
I rewarded him by dragging him up my body, tossing him onto his back, and jacking him until he whined and begged me to stop. His pretty balls were already tight and his cock red and leaking. I watched it jump in need for a long moment until Kyle finally calmed down.
“Good morning, boy,” I murmured, chuckling.
He moaned. “Good morning, Master.”
I admit my smile was a
tad
evil. “And how are you feeling this morning?”
“Like my balls are going to explode,” he said, making me laugh.
“Good. We’ll let you unload them later today. I can’t wait to see it.” I kissed him deeply, dragging it out until he whimpered in his throat. “Let’s get going. I have some presents for you.”
He blinked at me. “Some?”
I grinned. “Yup. Come on.”
I didn’t let us linger in the shower. I took care of business quickly and efficiently, doing the same with his spanking, though I did make sure it was hard enough to leave an impression. He hadn’t broken a single rule since we started Friday evening, though I wasn’t surprised. For one thing, he hadn’t really had much chance to, except the lip-biting thing, which he was mostly over, anyway. But I was sure between the maintenance spanking and his mindset, he simply wasn’t capable of it.
Kyle brewed coffee for us while I warmed cinnamon rolls for a quick breakfast. I still fed him, wanting to extend his submission as long as possible. But I didn’t linger overlong on breakfast any more than I had on the shower. I was too excited to give him his gifts.
We took spots on the floor by the tree and I kissed him again, though I kept this one short. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
He beamed at me. “Merry Christmas.”
I reached under the tree and considered which of his gifts to give him first. I grinned wickedly, pulled a small box out, and handed it over. “To be fair, this isn’t…
exactly
a gift for you.”
He raised an eyebrow but tore at the paper. He frowned at the nondescript white box, then opened it and pulled the item inside out. His mouth dropped open, his cheeks reddened, and his soft cock twitched. “Is this what I think it is?”
My smile widened. “Yes. It’s called a Kali’s Teeth.” The round, stainless steel ring was about two inches wide, hinged on the bottom with a loop on top for a lock. On the inside of the ring were four rows of dull spikes. “You mentioned you’d like to play around a little with chastity. While this isn’t a full chastity device, it’ll have the same effect. The bigger ring goes around your cock and balls and locks to the teeth part to hold it in place, though… once it’s locked in place, I don’t see you trying to pull it off.”
He shook his head quickly and looked up at me. “Thank you, Master,” he murmured.
I tilted my head, heart skipping a beat, hoping I hadn’t read him wrong. I couldn’t quite decipher the expression. “We don’t have to use it—”
“Oh!” He shook his head again. “No. I was….” His blush brightened. “I was trying to figure out how to ask if we could try it.”
I let out a breath of relief. “I’d love to. Let’s do it now before you get hard again. There should be a lock in the box too.”
He picked the box back up and upended it, dumping the small brass padlock and keys onto the floor. He handed the whole thing to me, then got up on his knees. I was glad the larger ring was hinged as well, making it easy to put on. In a short time, I had the whole thing in place.
His dick immediately tried to get hard. He sucked in a breath, both of us staring at it. “Fuck,” he moaned softly.
“Tell me,” I commanded.
He swallowed. “It hurts, which feels good. My cock wants to be hard, but the spikes dig in enough to not let it get too far. So it can’t, which is frustrating. Which….”
“Makes you want to get hard.”
He nodded. “It’s
evil
, Master.” He looked back up at me, eyes twinkling. “Thank you.”
I grinned. “I think we’ll leave it on until I let you come.” I paused and tilted my head. “That might be good to put you in next weekend for the New Year’s Eve party at the Asylum.”
His eyes widened. “You mean… you’d have me in this, exposed, for the auction?”
I hadn’t thought about that, exactly, but now that I did, I rather liked the idea. “Hmmm. I think I just might. Remind all those assholes what they lost out on. That gorgeous cock….”
“Oh” was all he said, and then he whimpered but nodded and sat back down. He had to adjust his half-hard cock, and I couldn’t resist grinning again at his discomfort. He reached under the tree next and handed me a long, thin package.
I raised my eyebrows. It wasn’t particularly heavy, but did feel solid. I tore off the paper and stared at the paddle. It was
very
well made, probably oak or maple. It was thinner than the one I had and flat instead of rounded. I lifted it and smacked it down on my palm. It would sting a lot more than the rounded one.