Sex in C Major
Chapter 82

"I want to have my prize at the end. All together."

"Nope."

"Please. Two minutes of "

"No."

Stefan bit his lip. He wanted to be fucked. He wanted to be

"Threatened."

"What?"

"Threaten me. Tell me tell me what you're going to do to me. Like you're really going to-to hurt me. Use me. Force me."

The word curled, heavy and sick, around his tongue.

And Daz smirked.

Crawled down off the footboard.

Settled his weight over Stefan's hips and belly and battered breasts. Settled his mouth against Stefan's ear. Pressed a hand over Stefan's jaw and muted him with it.

Bit, almost lovingly, at his earlobe.

"I'd only hurt you if you fought me."

Stefan swallowed, his throat bobbing against the metal collar.

"But you have, haven't you? You kicked when I kissed your tits. You struggled when I locked you to the headboard. And that's not your place, is it?"

Stefan whimpered as his dick swelled.

"You're a sex aide. You're here to suck my cock, and open your legs. And if you don't want to, too bad."

His dick began to throb as Daz's tongue flickered out and stroked the shell of his ear.

"I don't like my toys getting above their station. So no more struggling. No more kicking. You're going to stay right there until I'm done with you. And I'm going to make thorough use of you tonight. You want to see my cock before you feel

it?"

Stefan tried to shake his head. The hand tightened, and forced him to nod.

"Of course you do. See, you put up this fight, but truth is, you want more dick than you know what to do with. You moaned very prettily for Jack. You not going to moan like that for me?"

Stefan jerked his head away and opened his mouth. Before he could even groan, it was seized and slapped, then his mouth covered again. Teeth yanked on his ear. Hard. Painful. His dick throbbed, and he strained desperately against the chains.

"You'll scream anyway. You think I'm going to fuck you when you're dripping for it? No. This is going through the back door, and dry. It's going to hurt. And I'm going to fuck like it's my last day on earth. I'll make sure you tear, and then when I'm done and you're leaking blood and cum all down your legs, I'll take the restraints off. Tie your hands behind your back again. Tape that underwear into your mouth. And then I'd open the door and tell you to go, if you want to leave that bad."

Stefan began to writhe. Daz's leg was inches from his cock. He could feel Daz's dick, heavy and hard as hell, resting on his hip. He just needed a little friction. Just a little.

"Think you can walk after that? Think a dry fuck after being rented out to Jack is going to let you just swan out of here like you own the place?"

Oh God, he could feel it. Feel the pain. Feel the cum dried on his face. Feel his legs shaking as he tried to get up.

He'd fall. Collapse on the carpet at his master's feet.

Be dragged up by the hair. Have the gag torn out. Have-

"Can you?"

Stefan cried, and shook his head.

"So why are you fighting me, if you can't even leave?"

Stefan twitched. Shuddered. Pulled so hard on the chains that the bed groaned.

"You want more."

He shook his head, but God, he did. His master would fuck his face like it was just another hole. Slap him if he spilled. Drag him back onto the bed and chain the collar there. Hold him open and finger-fuck him. Make him beg for cock if he didn't want to be fisted, and film the begging. Invite his friends. Invite his boyfriend. Let everyone-anyone-spit on him and use him, like a rag to clean their cocks, like like

The weight vanished.

The world was cold and empty.

"No! Please! Please, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me "

"You have two more questions."

Stefan sobbed blindly.

"Ask them."

"Please!"

"Ask them, or safeword. If this is too much, safeword."

No. No, safewording meant-meant it would be over. And he needed to be fucked. He needed-wanted-fuck, wanted...

He dragged on air. Think. Two questions. Two more questions.

"Have have you ever safeworded?"

"Yes."

Stefan blinked. Fuzzy. Dizzy.

"False."

He couldn't have done. Why would he? What would Daz use a safeword for?

"Wrong."

"Wh-really?"

"Mm."

"When did you use one?"

"Is that your last question?"

"Yes. Y-yes."

"It's really not that exciting a story..."

"It's my question. Please."

"Fine. My last slave wanted me to play a drowning game. I wasn't okay with it. She insisted. I safeworded."

Stefan's chest worked desperately for air. He tried to think. Drowning. They-she-drowning. And Daz didn't do-

Daz had boundaries around drowning. Boundaries. He didn't play with Yannis. Had implied he didn't need to. Implied this was...a side thing. Not needed. Just wanted.