Note: Offering the entire thing to all my paid subscribers as a whole in a little bit. No particular triggers, but the kink for today is mostly teasing, and the beginning of machines.
Brendan was almost asleep when Ivan came in and said, “Hi honey. It’s ready. Let me get you set up before work.” He grabbed Brendan’s erection, which was finally starting to subside slightly, and gave it a quick tug before bending down and sucking it into his mouth, deep thrusting it with a quick grace that left him with a nose full of pubic hairs. Brendan keened. “Need to make sure you woke up,” Ivan said, popping off.
Brendan struggled to his feet, not wanting to give Ivan any reason to keep going despite the way his body was spasming.
“Good boy,” Ivan said, smacking his round ass. He grabbed his cock again, stroking it as he led him. Brendan wasn’t sure he could do another month of this, and yet he had to, for Ivan.
When Brendan got into the sex basement, his stomach sank.
“I know I said I was saving this special thing I was making for your birthday, but since you need it so badly right now, I thought I would reward you.”
The curtain was off what Ivan, his engineer boyfriend, was making, and there was a padded bench, almost like a spanking bench, with a hole for his penis underneath and a sheath that clearly would keep him going for hours. On the other side was a dildo on a stick, clearly ready to move and— “Is that your dick?” Brendan asked.
“This is my dick,” Ivan said, pulling his hard cock out of his pants. “That’s a replidick. What do you think?”
“It’s incredibly hot and smart and— and— terrifying,” Brendan said with a small laugh.
“Perfect. Let’s get you up there. I would say we have to get you hard to make you fit, but,” he gestured down to Brendan’s dick. “Well, for good measure,” he leaned down and deep throated him again. Brendan groaned and barely kept himself from thrusting, fists tight.
Ivan popped off and stood up, petting Brendan’s head. “Good boy. I know this is scary, but you’re going to be great baby. I made it extra comfy, all created to your massive height, your legs don’t have to drape down, there’s rests, and you’re not strapped in, you’re allowed to move and squirm and thrust as much as you want. There’s an off button if the communicate with me button doesn’t get to me fast enough, and you can use it. You know that, right? That if you need it you can use it?”
“Right,” Brendan said softly, though his ex would have caned him mercilessly for that sort of thing, despite Brendan not liking caning at all.
“And we’ll only use it when I’m on the sort of days at work that I phone in. Now, normally I’d say only edge with it an hour, to get started, but you were clearly so desperate to be edged…”
“However long you think sir,” Brendan said, swallowing.
“Don’t call me sir. What do you think?”
“You’ll be gone eight hours?”
“Yes honey.”
“All eight,” Brendan said, eyes shut. “I— I disobeyed—”
“Is that what you want?” Ivan said. “It would make me so very happy, so very proud.” His hand found Brendan’s dick, stroking so very slowly, barely moving at all. Brendan knew that if he agreed Ivan would finally edge him, he’d feel his hand on him finally moving, and Ivan often edged him with other things, not his hand. Not really him.
“Yes,” Brendan begged. “Please, please, edge me for eight hours.”
“Good boy,” Ivan whispered. “Let’s give you one to get started.” His hand started moving and Brendan half-screamed as his body was rocked with pleasure-torture once again.
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