Page 10 of His New Toy

Seth was heaving for breath, body strung out and so, so ready. He knew his orgasm was close, but also that Clark would take it away in a moment if Seth didn’t do this. It sent a crushing wave of heat through him, being made to beg for it like this. It was what Clark wanted, to see him so debauched, so desperate.

“Please s-sir,” Seth gasped, arching further into Clark’s hand, “Can I come?”

“There we go,” Clark said, voice colored with approval, pressing another kiss to his throat. “That was perfect, sweetheart. Just what I wanted to hear. But I wonder if I should let you. You’re so pretty like this, falling apart just for me.”

Seth whimpered under the onslaught of praise as Clark thumbed underneath the sensitive head of his cock, before stroking fast again, much more firmly this time. It was overwhelming how in control Clark was of Seth’s pleasure, of his body, like Seth was an owned thing, asking his master for permission.

“Please,” he begged again, just the act ofneedingto beg stroking the fire in his veins. “Please sir, c-can I come? Please–”

Clark’s chuckle was more of a rumble that Seth felt all through his body and down to his bones. “You have been so very good for me,” he said thoughtfully, still maddeningly composed for all that Seth could feel him, hard and hot against his ass. “So as much as I’d like to keep you like this all night, squirming and begging for it, I suppose a good boy deserves his reward.”

Clark’s fingers twisted just so on Seth’s cock, and something in Seth shuddered hard. He was close, so close. He just needed permission, needed Clark to say–

“Come for me.”

Seth sobbed as it hit him. His body went taut as he started to spill in Clark’s expert hand, whole body throbbing with the pleasure of it. All the while Clark crooned praise into his ear, telling him how pretty he was, how perfect he was like this, making a mess all over Clark’s hand.

Time blurred as Clark took him through it, hand slowing. Seth came down shuddering through aftershocks, getting little spikes of too-much from Clark’s continued, gentle stroking. Then it slipped into something sharper, and Seth was crying out again as he tried to get away from Clark’s hand.

“There, sweetheart, don’t worry, we’re almost done. You did so well.” A light kiss was pressed to his hair, and then the hands were pulling away and leaving him colder as Seth leaned heavily against the kitchen island and trembled. A moment later the heat was back against his back, and a warm, damp cloth was wiping him clean. When that was finished, those hands started to pull his pajama pants further down his hips.

“Wait, please–” Seth said, starting to panic. He couldn’t–

“Hush,” Clark murmured. “You’ve just made a mess of these. It wouldn’t be very comfortable to wear them to sleep, would it?”

“N-no.”

“We’ll just get you a new pair. How does that sound?”

Good. It sounded good. Seth managed to say as much.

“That’s what I thought,” Clark said, sounding bewilderingly fond. “Come along, there’s a good boy.”

It was surreal to be led back through the house bare from the waist down, but Seth was too wrung out to care too much, stumbling a little on shaky legs as Clark guided him up the stairs and down the hall to the guest room. There was a clean pair of pajama pants sitting on the foot of the unmade bed. Seth blinked at them, jolting when something cold touched his hand.

He turned to see that it was an opened bottle of water.

“Drink,” Clark told him. “Then you can get dressed again.”

Seth obeyed, gulping down the water under Clark’s watchful eye. The water was nice and cool to his aching throat. He hadn’t even realized how thirsty he was.

“Good,” Clark said, stepping away to set the half-empty bottle on the nightstand next to the bed. “Why don’t you get dressed now?”

Seth nodded, still unsure of what he could even say, so he didn’t say anything. Instead, he pulled on the fresh pair of pajama pants as he was told.

“Now then,” Clark said, wrapping a hand around Seth’s waist. “Let’s get you into bed, shall we?”

Again Seth obeyed, crawling onto the bed and under the blankets. The whiplash of emotions from the day and his orgasm meant that exhaustion was now hitting him hard.

Clark stroked a hand through his hair. “Think you can sleep now, pet?”

“Yessir,” Seth mumbled, already drifting.

He heard a last, pleased,Good boy,before sleep claimed him.

Chapter Five

Seth jerked awake to the sound of his alarm going off, and had a panicked several seconds of not knowing where he was. He was in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room, even the soft fabric of his pajamas was different.

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