Page 27 of Justice For Me

Malachi carefully watched his pet, measuring his physical and mental reactions to the erotic threat hanging in the air between the three of them. Eyes darkened a fraction and a beautifully aroused cock wept a tasty fluid. He had learned his pet was stimulated by words…dirty promises of what was to come.

While watching, he had been lightly pinching nipples, teasing them to hardened nubs, enjoying how they appeared to darken in shade as they begged for clamps. Well, who was he to deny a nipple when it asked so beautifully?

“These, you are used to,” he said as he pulled the clamps from his pocket and, after tweaking each nipple with his thumb, secured them into place. Dipping his head, he licked the nubs until he was rewarded with a moan and hiss. “The rest will be new…a test of what you are capable of handling.”

“Yes, Sir,” Justice answered. Already, with just the slight pain caused by the nipple clamps, he could feel his body begin to focus and calm itself. His arousal was rampantly full-blown, painfully so, but his mind, always frantically moving from one thought to the next, was starting to soothe.

Malachi partially uncovered the silver tray resting on the table next to the exam chair. Purposely, he used his body to block Justice’s view of what toys were going to be used on him, knowing it would drive the boy insane with greedy need. Slowly he slid his large hands into a pair of black surgical gloves, making sure to give them an intimidating pop when they were in place. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Justice flinch.

“Explain our first toy to our pet, Meg, darling,” he said as he retrieved the set of black baller anal beads they had selected and showed them to Justice, loving how those eyes widened as the boy’s mind studied the object, determining thewhere’s, how’s, andwhys.

“I’d love to, baby. These are a particular favorite of mine,” she purred. “They are called black baller anal beads…which pretty much defines where they will be going. They, after being properly lubed up of course, will be inserted one at a time into our pet’s tight ass. This particular set contains seven balls, each one three inches in diameter, and as you can see, each ball is held together with a slick, nylon rope. Fully extended, the entire toy, balls and rope included, measures an intimidating twenty-one inches of pure delight.”

The room grew deathly quiet as Justice made the mental calculations, blue eyes locked on the set of anal beads. His eyelashes fluttered wildly before finally settling calmly.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Good boy,” Malachi praised. The kid made him proud every damned time. The level of his abilities as a submissive was already equal to someone who had been deeply involved in the BDSM lifestyle for a while. His innocence, intoxicating to a dominant, was here to add even more to his already off-the-charts allure.

He was almost too damned much…too damned perfect.

“You’re beautiful, pet,” he praised before continuing. “The next toy is small but very intimidating. Some men refuse to even consider urethral play, ignorantly stealing the opportunity for intense pleasure without ever giving it a chance.” His hands held up a small weirdly-shaped stainless steel contraption for his pet to view.

“Ur…urethral play? Please tell me that doesn’t mean what I think it means.” Oh how he had hoped they’d been tormenting him with empty threats. They weren’t. Shit.

Blue eyes wider than Malachi had ever seen them, excited fear dancing around in the depths, sent every drop of blood straight to his cock. His leathers became painfully uncomfortable as his sub’s pheromones threatened to make him lose his usual iron-clad control.

“It means exactly what you think it means,” Malachi answered, dashing all hopes Justice might have been clinging to.

“We’ve talked about your insatiable desire to put things where they don’t belong,” Justice growled in frustration. He couldn’t fucking believe he was considering safe-wording.

“Yea, but they say admitting you need help is the first step…and I’m nowhere near that first step.” He gauged his pet’s reactions, ready to pull the plug on the session if the boy couldn’t or wouldn’t allow himself to do it. Some subs, especially those new to the scene, had to be monitored more closely than others. He had to feel confident his boy would recognize his own hard limits and voice them to his Master or Mistress.

“That’s so not funny.” He knew he had a huge frown on his face as he continued to study the toy, trying to figure it out. No matter how he looked at it…it didn’t look pleasurable. “How does that even work?”

Malachi smiled. Confusion was okay. Questions were more than okay. Interest was even better.

“This metal circle wraps around the head of your cock, locking tightly around the base of the mushroom-shaped tip. A movable hook frame holds this 8mm stainless steel ball inside the tip of your urethra.” He’d never wasted a minute of his time explaining anything to a sub before, they either agreed or their session ended. He wasn’t mean but didn’t tolerate fickleness or weakness. They either played or walked. He supposed his intolerance was one of the many reasons he’d never kept a special sub, never considered letting them into his cold heart. Strangely enough, hewantedthe boy to understand and agree…to enjoy submitting to him.

“What do you think, pet? Are you interested in pushing your limits, to see how far you can go…how much you can take?” He, without thinking, leaned over and kissed the tip of his pet’s cock, sucking the tangy fluid leaking from the slit. His tongue worshipped the entire head, swirling and flickering until the boy was writhing as much as his restraints would allow. The kid was so fucking responsive.

“Have you ever tried it?” Justice asked with a frown. That was going to fucking hurt, there was no other way around it. Right? Things come out, they don’t go in. That’s exactly how it was supposed to work.Oh yea? Then why in the hell are you panting with excitement?

“Of course, pet. I wouldn’t ask anything of you that I haven’t tried myself. That would be unfair.” Malachi answered honestly.

“Did you enjoy it?”

Malachi whistled through his perfectly straight and white teeth. “I thought I was going to die for the first few intimidatingly long seconds. The fullness you feel? It’s overwhelming, like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. I loved it…once I relaxed and allowed myself to enjoy the pleasurable pain.” He shrugged. “Some people don’t enjoy it. If you don’t, tell me and it will stop. Immediately. We don’t want you to do anything that you don’t want to do, pet.”

“Sure, okay,” he answered breathlessly. Fuck, he didn’t know if he was terrified or excited. It couldn’t feel good, could it? He wanted to know. Fuck it, but he wanted to know. The back of the chair, where his upper body was resting, started moving, jerking a yelp of surprise out of him. “Ahhh…what the fuck?”

“Just making your position easier for you to see when I’m inserting it into your cock,” Malachi answered matter-of-factly. True to his word, the chair stopped moving when he was set up enough to have a perfect, unobstructed view of his dick.

“Eh…I don’t want to see it, Sir.” There was absolutely no way he could watch something being shoved in that tiny defenseless slit at the crown of his cock. Why the hell would Malachi think he would want to watch something like that? Like a horrible accident on the road? One can’t just keep from looking…

“It will heighten your pleasure, pet, make you even more aware of what is happening and how it is making you feel.”

The fucker was fucking humming while he smeared lube on the 8mm stainless ball that was going to be inside of him any second now. Sure, in reality, it was a small bead. In his mind, it resembled a bowling ball…and he didn’t mean the smaller girl’s kind of bowling ball either. He heard a girlie whimper gurgle from his throat.

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