"I should put them in the hamper," Tebri said, lifting a hand from the bed frame and beginning to turn. He caught himself, though, and put his hand down. "May I, Sir?"
"You may." Brice nodded, watching as the doll picked up the shorts and carried them over to the hamper. "Good boy. Come over here."
He walked across the carpet to stand before Brice, his hands folded behind his back and his face pleasantly expectant. "Sir?"
"Have you ever tasted a man's cock before?"
"No, Sir." His eyes were wide again.
"Get on your knees, boy," Brice said, dropping the paddle onto his bed.
"Sir." Tebri folded up and knelt before the man, his gaze still on Brice's face. "Please, may I suck your cock?"
"I was thinking about telling you not to speak unless spoken to. That, however, was worth hearing." Brice pointed at his briefs. "Help me get these off."
"My pleasure," Tebri said, and reached up, hooking his index fingers into the waistband. Brice helped by shifting his weight, and between the two of them, the underwear was easily dealt with. "Would you like me to put these in the hamper, Sir?"
"You're a quick study, aren't you?" Brice cocked an eyebrow at him.
"I try, Sir." Tebri gave him a cheeky smile and swung the briefs in a small circle. "Will you give me instruction, or do I choose on my own?"
Brice simply watched the doll, his hands on his hips. He'd unlocked Tebri's autonomy core for just this reason; it was more fulfilling to interact with the doll than to merely command and receive witless servility.
"All right, then," Tebri said, giving the briefs another swing and then letting them go sailing away.
"On your feet, boy," Brice said, turning and snatching up the paddle again. "Get your hands back on the bed."
"But you didn't tell me what to do!" Tebri said, getting to his feet. "How can you punish me for that?"
"You made the assumption that I would tell you to do anything other than put an item of dirty clothing into the hamper," Brice said, pointing at the foot of the bed. "If you do not immediately get yourself set up there, I will double your discipline."
"But I asked you what to do." Tebri's lower lip pushed out and his chin sank toward his chest, giving Brice a soulful look. He moved toward the bed and took hold of the frame, heaving a sigh.
"You can pout all you want, but it doesn't change the fact that you were the one in charge of the underwear. You should have known what to do, given what I had just told you—and that was?" Brice stood at Tebri's hip, drawing the tip of the paddle up the backs of the doll's thighs.
"Masters get to do as they please; their boys must do what is proper," Tebri said, still sounding sad.
"Very good." A swat, this one a bit firmer than the first one Brice had given the doll. "Repeat after me: I must not make assumptions, and I am sorry for doing so."
"I must not make assumptions, and I am sorry for doing so," Tebri said, shifting his feet a little bit.
Another stroke, Brice nodding. "Again."
"I must not make assumptions, and I am sorry for doing so."
"Again." Another blow. Brice kept count of the recitations; when Tebri reached ten, he pressed the flat of the paddle across the small of Tebri's back. "Enough."
"Thank you, Sir." The doll remained in place, though he did glance at Brice.
"Stand up and face me," Brice said, considering the doll. "What's this?" He caressed Tebri's half-hard cock with the paddle, lifting the head of it.
"My cock, Sir," Tebri said, his brow knitting as he looked at Brice.
"And what is it doing?"
"Getting hard."
Brice let the tip of the paddle drop, moving close enough that he could draw the side of his index finger up the underside of Tebri's erection. "Why is your cock getting hard, Tebri?"
"Because... Because I want to suck your cock, Sir, and the idea is, oh, it's so nice." His expression was hopeful as he spoke. "May I? Please?"
"I think you may, yes. On your knees again, boy. Look up here and put out your tongue." Brice abandoned the paddle once more, waiting until Tebri knelt before him. When the doll was ready, he rubbed the head of his cock across Tebri's slick tongue, humming in approval. "How does it taste?"
"Kind of salty, but I like it," Tebri said, then bit his lip and opened his eyes wide. "Please, Sir? May I, now?"
"You want it that badly?" Brice stroked himself a few times. "May you what? I want to know precisely what you'd like."
"May I suck your cock, Master?" Tebri's hands lifted toward his desired prize, then fell again. "Oh, please; please say yes!"
"Hm." One last pass of his hand from base to head and Brice nodded. "All right, you may. But only until I tell you to stop."
"Yes! Thank you, Sir," the doll said, and leaned forward to lap at the head of Brice's cock. He was awkward and enthusiastic, like a puppy; unlike a puppy, however, his happy sloppy licks turned into sucks and nuzzles and even gentle nibbles.
Brice blinked at Tebri, the sounds the doll made—slurps and hums, grunts and kisses—adding to his arousal. He threaded his fingers through Tebri's hair, curling his hands tight and letting his hips jerk forward as Tebri moaned around him. "Fuck, yeah, that's it."
Tebri pulled back from his task just long enough to say, "Oh, Sir, fuck my mouth; use me, Master, please?"
"I'll use you, boy," Brice said, grunting as Tebri's mouth engulfed the head of his cock once more. His hands kept Tebri's head still as he began to thrust into the slick wet heat that surrounded him, the familiar tingle of pleasure running over his skin to pool in his belly, the small of his back, the backs of his knees. Just as he was on the brink of orgasm, he gave the doll a rough push and stepped backward, panting. "Enough."
"I'm so sorry, Sir!" Tebri threw himself to the floor, hands stretched out toward Brice's feet. "I'm sorry I'm not—"
"Tebrimon."
"Sir?" He looked up, his eyes wide and a hint of hope in his expression.
"Sit up and look at me." Brice made a little 'go on' gesture with his hand.
The doll did as he was told, revealing reddened, slightly swollen lips and a fully erect cock.
"Good boy," Brice said, with a nod. "When you displease me, I say so. Did I say anything just a moment ago?"
"No, Sir."
"That's right. Which means that you did something I just told you not to do. Do you know what that is?"
"I... made an assumption?" Tebri lowered his head and looked remorseful. "I'm sorry, Master."
"You'll be sorrier yet, Tebri. On your feet."
"Yes, Sir."
"Now, I'm going to punish you a little differently, this time," Brice said, heading for the table beside his bed. There, he picked up the cock ring and held it up. "Come over here." When Tebri was close enough, he put the ring on the doll, then gave him a few brisk strokes. "Does that feel good?"
"Yes, Sir. Every touch of your hand is so good."
"Good. Hand me the paddle." Brice pointed.
"Here you are, Sir," Tebri said, doing as he was bid.
"Thank you. Now, turn back the covers, boy, and make yourself a stack of pillows. I want you face down over them, with your ass in the air. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Master. Right away." Tebri carefully, almost reverently, folded the bedding down to the foot of the bed, then arranged the pillows just-so. Once he was in place, he turned his head to look at Brice. "I know I must not make assumptions, and I am sorry for doing so, Master."
"I'm sure you are." He picked up the oddly-shaped toy and the bottle of lube, then hitched himself up onto the bed to kneel behind the doll. "Hold still, boy."
"Of course, Sir." Tebri laced his fingers together and closed his eyes, waiting for whatever Brice would do next. His eyes opened again as a cool slippery finger slid up and down between his buttocks.
A little more lube on his finger, then Brice pushed it into the doll. Since he wasn't ready to fuck Tebri, he didn't spend much time stretching him. "Spread your legs, Tebri. I
want to see where I'm going."
"Sir," Tebri said, promptly pulling his knees up on either side of the stack of pillows.
"Mm. Yes, that's perfect." Brice loved the way Tebri looked: exposed, vulnerable, his. The soft silky skin was irresistible; he ran his hands up over the doll's ass and back to his shoulder blades. Straightening up, he picked up the toy and slicked lube over the upper curve of it. "Now, tell me if this is uncomfortable for you in any way."
"Yes, Sir," he said, letting his eyes fall closed again as something cooler and larger than Brice's fingers slowly, steadily pushed into him. Tebri relaxed, making an inquisitive sound as the thing was taken away.
"You'll get everything you deserve, boy," Brice said, dripping a little more lube on the toy. He pressed the tip of it against Tebri, and with one long steady push he seated it in place.
"Ah, oh Sir, that's in—" Tebri's head moved and he moaned as Brice pressed down on the thing inside him.
"It's in what, Tebri?" He suspected that it was "in just the right place", but he wanted to know.
"In a good place, Sir," Tebri panted, lifting his hips just a little. "Oh Sir, oh it feels so oh...." He moaned again, Brice pushing on the toy once more.
"Good." Reaching under Tebri, he made sure the bottom curve was pressed up against the doll's perineum, then pressed the button in the tip.
"Ooh!" Tebri's head shot up, his hands spreading out flat on the mattress. "Oh, it's buzzing inside me and oh, Sir, it's lovely."
"It's supposed to be lovely," Brice said, smiling as he slapped the outside of Tebri's right hip. "I want you to get those knees together, now, Tebri."
Tebri waited until Brice had moved, then brought his knees together tightly. The vibrations against both spots intensified a little, topped off with a pleasant tickling between his buttocks. "I like this punishment, so far."
"Do you? Hm." Brice slipped off the bed, giving Tebri another swat as he went. "Stay put, pretty boy. I'm going to go get something I forgot." He waited for the doll's acknowledgement, then strode off to the closet. He retrieved a larger paddle, twice as wide as the first and a couple of inches longer, made of the same wicked black and burgundy.
"Sir?" Tebri wiggled, tightening his muscles and humming as the ripples of pleasure grew stronger for a few moments before he relaxed.
"I am right here, Tebri," Brice said, as he returned to his bed. He put the big paddle on the edge of the mattress, then picked up the smaller one. "Since you already know what you've done, you may meditate upon it in silence while I discipline you."
"Yes, Sir." Tebri took a deep breath and let it out, trying to shift his weight as subtly as he could.
"You're moving already?" He ran the end of the paddle up the backs of Tebri's thighs and across his buttocks. "I haven't even started."
"My cock is so hard, Sir, and I was just trying to get comfortable," Tebri said, shifting back.
"Well, do your best to stay still." And with that, Brice delivered his first stroke. It was the firmest yet, the leather smacking crisply across Tebri's backside and leaving a stripe of skin turning pink in its wake.
"Ah! Oh, I'll try, Master." He folded his arms and lowered his head as the second stroke landed below the first, the impact jostling the toy; the resulting touch against his prostate made him suck air between his teeth.
Brice moved the strap up and down as he struck Tebri, making sure that he warmed all of the doll's backside. When he thought Tebri was ready, Brice set the small paddle aside and caressed the curves of Tebri's ass. "Does it still feel good, boy?"
"So good," Tebri said, nodding eagerly. "Oh so very good, and it's making me get the pillow all wet under me."
"You're making a mess?" Brice prodded Tebri's hip. "Turn over. Let me see."
"Not on purpose!" The doll rose to his hands and knees, tilting to his right so Brice could see his flushed cock and the wet spot on the pillow where the head of it had been resting.
"Show me how this came to be," Brice said, pointing at the fabric.
"Like this, Sir," Tebri said, reaching behind himself and rocking the vibrator back and forth. He squeaked with each touch, precome beading at the tip of his erection.
"That's enough. Return to your former position."
"Yes Sir." Tebri flopped down into place once more, a whimpery little sound escaping him as his hot cock touched clammy fabric.
"Ah-ah, knees together," Brice said, giving him a slap on the ass.
"Sorry!" The vibrations intensified for the split second of the impact, then faded as he pressed his legs together.
"Now for the next portion of your punishment, boy." Picking up the larger paddle, Brice considered Tebri, admiring the contrast of pink and porcelain skin. The difference between Tebri's pale skin and the colors of the paddle was enough to elicit a twitch from his own flagging hard-on and he smiled.
Tebri yelped as the first blow came, the sting of it prickling across his skin while the thud jarred the toy and pushed the end of it against his prostate.
Brice gave Tebri a few seconds, then dealt him another stroke, mostly below where the first had landed. Another yelp. He'd set Tebri's pain thresholds squarely in the middle, for the moment, giving them the opportunity for a nice lengthy scene. Brice also knew that if the doll was truly approaching his limits, Tebri would use his safeword.
The sting-thud combination drove another little cry from him, the pain fading into pleasure in the space that Brice gave him. Between the blows and the vibrations, he was more than ready. "Sir, Sir, oh please, I need to come."
"Do you." Brice gave him a fourth stroke.
"Yes, I do," Tebri said, flexing his toes and fingers alike. "Please, Sir!"
"Take what you're due and we'll see," Brice said, sliding the paddle across Tebri's backside before he dealt him another blow.
Tebri whined as the sensations surged through him. "I will, I'll take it all, just let me come, please Master...."
Brice shook his head and reached over, grabbing a handful of Tebri's hair and tugging. "Look at me, boy." When the doll's gaze met his own, he raised his brows. "You'll come when I say, because I am your Master. I own you. I own your orgasm, too. You're to recite the following: 'My Master owns me; I may not come without his permission.' Do you understand?" He punctuated his words with sharp little shakes of his hand.
"Yes, yes, I do," Tebri said, folding his hands around Brice's wrist and gazing up at him. He just held the man's arm, rather than trying to get him to let go. "You are my Master."
"That's right." Brice tugged at Tebri's hair again, pressing his legs right up against the side of his mattress. The knowledge that he really did own the doll helped restore his softening erection. "I own you, and I want you over here, now. I want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours again."
"Please." The doll shoved himself over, then propped himself up on his elbow so his mouth was at just the right height.
"Suck it a little, first," Brice said, rubbing the head of his cock over Tebri's lips. It would be another test of his self-control, but he'd managed before.
"Mm," Tebri said, and smiled as he fell to with the same delight as he had the first time. When Brice's free hand curled into his hair, he hummed around the shaft and relaxed as the man began to thrust.
"I like fucking your mouth, boy," Brice grunted, rocking into the moist heat. "Fucking perfect." He gave himself over to the pull of pleasure for a minute, then once again ended things by stepping abruptly backward.
"Master?" Tebri licked his lips as he waited.
"Back on those pillows, Tebri." He picked up the larger paddle once more. "You've still got something to recite to me. Do you remember what it is?"
"Yes, Master," Tebri said, draping himself over the pillows again, squeaking as the cold wet spot touched his skin. "My Master owns me; I may not come without his permission."
"That's exactly right. Good boy. It will be like the first time I made you recite; I will strike you, you recite, and we will see if you deserve a reward
at the end of it."
"I understand, Sir," Tebri said, settling into a comfortable position. He kept his knees together and put his head down, his fingers folded together once again.
"Then I'll start now." Brice brought the paddle down against Tebri's ass, smiling a little at the sound the doll made as it landed.
"My Master owns me; I may not come without his permission," Tebri recited, promptly if a bit breathlessly.
"Excellent. Again."
Brice gave Tebri five strokes, then simply pressed the leather against bright pink skin. "Enough, boy. Now all I want to hear is how good you feel."
"Sir?" That was all Tebri had time to ask before Brice began striking him again. The blows were as firm as all that had come before, but there was no pause between them. One stroke blended with the next; each one brought a wave of prickly stinging and a wave of ecstasy. The combination overrode almost all of the commands he'd been given and Tebri began to move, just a little.
"That's it," Brice murmured, after a half-dozen strokes. Tebri was wiggling, gasping and squeaking and groaning under the stimulation.
Another six strokes. Tebri squirmed, panting, sweat and tears running down his face as desperation began to take hold of him. "So good," he managed, his voice rough, "Master, please, it's too good, Sir...."
"You want me to let you come?" Brice gave him two last strokes, the hardest yet, then dropped the paddle on the floor. "I want to fuck you."
"Yes! Yes, Sir, fuck me, fuck me, please!" Tebri wriggled, crying out as Brice climbed up behind him and poked the toy.
"Beg for it."
"Master...." The word was half air, Tebri's tone verging on agonized. He shuddered as Brice touched the vibrator again, his throat squeezing tight. "Master, please. Fuck me, fuck your boy, he needs it so badly. Oh please, please, use my ass, fuck it hard and come inside me, Master. Please fuck me, please fuck me, please fuck me, please."
"Show me your cock." Brice stroked his own, just a few times, nodding as Tebri rolled over onto his back. The doll's cock was dark, the head of it shiny with precome; Brice revised his plan just a little bit. "Good. Get things rearranged, boy, so I can fuck you when I'm ready."
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