by CB Conwy
"No, you're only cramping now and then. Just feel, it's better now, isn't it?" Mischa let his hand slide down to Tom's cock again. It was hard; if it was because of the water putting pressure on Tom's prostate or because this turned him on, Mischa didn't know. He doubted that Tom knew, either.
"Yes. Yes, it is. I can do this." Tom was breathing heavily, but otherwise, he was composed.
"Good boy! You've almost taken all of it. Just a little more."
Then another cramp hit Tom. "Oh fuck! Ahhh, I can't hold it in. Ow, fuck." He writhed, trying to escape the pain.
Mischa put his leg over him, pinning him down and rubbing Tom's stomach. "Squeeze your ass closed. You can do it. Just a little more, and this cramp will be over."
Tom whimpered, but the cramp subsided, leaving him gasping
"You're doing so well. You've taken all the water; now I want you to hold it in."
"How... how long?" Tom was sweating now.
"How about we say through one more cramp? Then I'll help you up. Will you give me that much pain yet?" Mischa held his breath; Tom could very well break down now, begging him to stop this.
"Yes." Tom was staring straight ahead, panting around the fullness in his stomach. Mischa stroked his cock in reward.
They didn't have to wait long; Tom soon whimpered through the next cramp. Then Mischa slid the nozzle out of him, helping him up. Tom could hardly make it the few steps to the toilet, but he managed. Then he looked at Mischa. "I... You'll leave me now, right?"
"I'll never leave you."
Tom looked horrified. Mischa only stepped up to him and held Tom's head close to Mischa's stomach. Then Tom couldn't hold back any longer, and the water gushed out of him, making him moan.
"Shh, you're okay, I'm not leaving you." At first, Tom had been trying to push Mischa away; now he was clinging to Mischa while he released the water. Mischa held him, helping him through it.
Finally, Tom was empty. Mischa cleaned him up and helped him stand up on slightly shaky legs. Mischa steadied him; then the Dom leaned in and kissed Tom until the boy was clinging to Mischa, fully surrendering to him.
"That was beautiful." Mischa stroked the hair away from Tom's face. "Do you remember what I said in the beginning?"
Tom shook his head, still breathing hard from the ordeal and the kiss.
"I said I would do this to you once -- and then I would do it again. You're going to be filled one more time."
Tom stared at him. Then he leaned in, putting his head in the curve of Mischa's shoulder. The boy stood like that for a long time, just breathing. He then raised his head back up and looked into Mischa's eyes. "Yes, sir."
Oh, fuck. That went straight to Mischa's balls.
Mischa helped the boy down, put the nozzle in him again, and started to let the second bag flow into him. It wasn't much easier for Tom this time. He held out, though, letting Mischa help him through the pain and even through his release without fighting Mischa's authority.
Then Mischa took off his own pants and took Tom to the shower. He washed his sub gently and thoroughly all over and even washed the boy's hair. Tom just leaned in, letting Mischa do it. Mischa kissed Tom's head, and then he pulled back and gave Tom a crooked smile. "Let me show you something."
He got out a tube with a thin dildo head and attached it to the extra faucet. Tom looked worried. "This is mostly for fun. You remember that really nice feeling you got when the first water trickled into you?" Tom nodded hesitantly. "This is to play with that. Will you let me show you?"
It looked as if it took Tom almost as much willpower to do this as to get down on the towel. Then he turned toward the wall without a word, offering his ass.
Mischa moaned. He got some lube and gently daubed it into Tom's ass. The boy writhed a little. "Yeah, the enemas make you sensitive, don't they?" Then Mischa put the showerhead into Tom's ass. Tom sighed and relaxed. Mischa turned on the water.
"Oh fuck!" Tom went up on tiptoes.
"Yes, it's good, isn't it?" Mischa let it run and then took it out. "Now let it out for me." Tom moaned, but obeyed, spraying the clean water out.
Mischa did it a couple of times, and then turned the water in the douche hose to cold. "Oh shit! Oh, fuck, feel it, good, ahh..."
Mischa got on a condom and lubed up his dick, using the slippery lube that wouldn't wash away. "Now, let it out, boy."
Tom obediently let the water out, and Mischa pushed inside instead. The breath rushed out of Tom. "Oh, yes, oh, sir. Yes, please, please, please..." Tom's words turned incomprehensible as Mischa started fucking him with long, even strokes, the water pounding down on them.
When Mischa came, his sub was crying out in long, drawn-out sounds, hardly human. Mischa pushed deep one last time and stroked Tom's cock. Tom exploded, shouting and jerking, ass contracting around Mischa's cock and making his orgasm go on and on.
They sank to the ground, sitting against the shower wall under the hot water. Then Mischa heard a strange sound. He looked over at Tom, who giggled again. Then the boy broke out laughing, the sound good and strong and contagious, and Mischa couldn't help but laugh with him.
Finally Tom stopped, trying to catch his breath. He leaned over and gave Mischa a kiss. "Fuck, Mischa. You just don't do anything by halves, do you?"
This time it was Mischa who giggled, and they stayed like that, sitting under the water and laughing like loonies.
***
"I have a reward for you." Mischa was looking at Tom, a mischievous look in his eyes.
They had dried each other, and Mischa had taken him to the couch. Tom felt a little unsteady, and his stomach hurt. Mischa had soothed him, made him drink some juice, and snuggled with him on the couch. His big, dangerous Dom liked to snuggle, and Tom appreciated that. A lot. Tom had felt so many different things during their last scene, and he relished just lying on the couch, letting Mischa take care of him.
When Tom felt a bit more composed, Mischa had taken him back to the playroom and given him a massage on the padded table. There was nothing sexual in it, but it made Tom feel good, back in his body again. Afterwards, Mischa had ordered Tom to the kitchen. Tom had gotten up and stopped Mischa on the way, kissing the Dom until they were both hard, showing his gratitude. "Thank you, sir." Then Tom smiled and went to the kitchen.
Now, it was after lunch and Mischa definitely looked like he had plans. Of the kinky kind.
Tom was back in the playroom, standing nice and straight in the middle of the room. Him and his dick both. It made him blush, but he took it stoically. It just seemed stupid to hide that he liked this, since it was what he came here for -- and since it made Mischa hard, too.
"You like being sore, don't you?" Okay, there was stoic and then there was embarrassed beyond speaking. Mischa laughed knowingly at him, rubbing Tom's hole with a single finger. Tom jumped a bit, still feeling the fuck Mischa had given him in the shower. Then he finally managed to speak.
"Yes, sir." Because he did.
"Good boy!" Mischa stood behind him, arms caressing Tom's belly. "I like it when you admit to liking this." Tom felt Mischa's hand around his dick, stroking it and fondling his balls. He let his head sink back, resting against Mischa's shoulder and enjoying the touches.
Still moving his hands, Mischa kept talking. "I want you in the chair, legs up and ass open for my toys. Then I'm going to tease you for hours, loosen you up, and make your little hole so sensitive. Do you like that idea?"
Tom supposed that his half-strangled moan pretty much conveyed his "oh, fuck yes, please." At least Mischa let him go, smacked his ass, and laughed. "Off you go, find some toys. Cabinet on the right, top two drawers." That man really liked smacking Tom's butt. Of course, Tom liked it, too, so who was he to complain?
He went to the drawer. After yesterday, he knew what to expect, but he was still astounded by the collection of dildos in there. All colors, materials, and, of course, shapes. Tom stroked and touched, but had absolutely no way of choosing between them. He looked at Mischa
.
"I don't know how they're going to feel, sir, so I can't really choose. If... I'd really like it if you would choose some for me. Then you would be in charge of how I feel." Tom blushed but kept his head up. This was what he was there for.
Mischa smiled. "That was a good choice. And don't worry; I'll pick out something to drive you crazy." Tom hadn't been worried. Until now, that was.
Mischa quickly picked up a handful of different things from some of the drawers, too fast for Tom to see. Then Mischa guided him toward the chair, putting the toys on a cart and covering them with a towel. "Now, hop up."
Tom had that moment where he simply couldn't do it because it would reveal how eager he was to do this. Mischa seemed to understand, and Tom was gently pushed until he gingerly climbed into the chair. The stirrups were padded all the way, and Mischa lifted his legs up and spread them until they were resting on the soft leather of the stirrups. Then the Dom looked down at Tom. For a moment, Tom was entranced by the look of him; Mischa was so aroused and yet fully in control of himself.
"Do you want to be tied down? It will make you feel more vulnerable, more in my power."
Tom took a deep breath and nodded. No need to hide his desire, he reminded himself.
"Excellent." Mischa sounded very satisfied. Then the Dom moved Tom's hips down a bit, fully exposing his ass. A solid leather belt was fastened over his hips, pinning him to the chair, and his hands were cuffed next to the belt. Then his legs were strapped down around his ankles, just above his knees, and around his thighs. Tom blinked a little; he had had no idea that Mischa would be this thorough.
Then Mischa opened the stirrups wide, locking them in a position that exposed Tom completely. It made Tom feel very vulnerable; if he hadn't been strapped down so thoroughly, he wasn't sure he could have done this.
Mischa bent down and took Tom's cock in his mouth. Tom shouted and tried to buck, but the straps didn't give an inch. Mischa got back up, nodding to himself. "I think that means that you aren't going anywhere." He pulled over a swivel chair and sat down between Tom's spread legs, adjusting the cart so he could get to the toys.
"I'm going to start opening you up now. I want to keep you on edge, but you can't come. If you get close, say so." Mischa fastened a leather strap around Tom's dick. "This will help you." Then he took out the first dildo, a sleek metal rod. "This isn't much thicker than my finger. It's going to feel great." He lubed it up and pressed it in.
Tom gasped, trying to escape the invasion. The straps didn't give him any room for movement at all, and he could only lie there and take it. The thought made him so hard, and he gasped again.
Mischa smiled knowingly. Then the Dom pushed the rod further into Tom, and Tom winced when it hit something inside him. Experimentally, Mischa pushed deeper a couple of times, making Tom gasp. "You're not very deep; that's something we'll work on as well as loosening up your tight little muscle."
Mischa pulled out the rod, showing Tom how far it had been in. To him, it looked very far. Mischa took out the next toy, a long, flexible-looking thing.
"This is a probe. Actually, it's a medical one, not a toy, and it's going to go far into you. It will feel really strange. Just lie back and take it." Fuck, it excited Tom when Mischa said things like that.
Tom took the thin probe without any problems; after it had breached him, he could hardly feel it. Then he felt something deep inside him, and he moaned. Mischa kept up the pressure, and Tom thrashed, trying to accommodate it. Then the pressure lifted and he could breathe. "Yes, good, take it." Mischa sounded a little out of breath. The strange feeling came back, and Tom whimpered; it didn't feel good at all. "Is it difficult to take?"
"Yes, sir! It doesn't feel right." Tom gasped around it, feeling the pressure let up again.
"That's because I'm so deep inside you, pushing you where you've never been pushed before."
The feeling of the probe moving deeper and deeper made Tom grunt. Mischa let go of it and let his hands slide up and down Tom's thighs, comforting. "It's so deep in you now." His hands caressed Tom's stomach. "It's in here, under my hands." Tom stared, couldn't believe this. Knowing that Mischa had put something that deep inside him was mindboggling.
Mischa brushed Tom's cock and went back to the probe, starting to pull it out. It came easily, but Tom was almost scared when he saw how much he'd taken.
"You did well." Mischa rubbed Tom's stomach and looked under the towel. "Now we'll begin to open you up." He took out a long, silicone dildo in a crazy blue color. It was curved like the plug Tom had taken earlier, but the curves were a lot smaller and there were more of them. Mischa lubed it up and started pushing it into Tom.
The first curve made him gasp. Mischa drove it in and let the dildo rest at the first narrow spot. He teasingly moved it in and out, making Tom pant a bit. "Yes, you like it, don't you? Now take another ball."
Mischa shoved, and Tom strained to take it. "Oh, starting to feel it, sir." Tom took a deep breath, trying to relax around it. He got another curve with no warning, making him gasp again, and then another, making him cry out. "Ahhhh, sir! Fuck." Tom jerked his hands in the cuffs, fighting them as well as the feeling.
The dildo was slowly pulled out, the feeling making Tom whimper. "Feels so good, sir. Please, again." He was shameless now, any thought of modesty or restraint forgotten.
He got what he wanted, Mischa starting to move the dildo in and out of him. The curves gave so much more sensation, making him moan each time the thick part passed his sphincter. Then Mischa pushed the fifth curve into him, and Tom hissed, feeling it deep inside him.
Mischa rubbed Tom's stomach with one hand. "Yes, it's in deep now, isn't it?" With the other hand he rocked the dildo back and forth, forcing the sounds out of Tom.
"Yes, sir! It hurts when you push it in deep. Oh, fuck." It wasn't so much the pain, more the fact that it felt so wrong, so deep in his stomach.
"I know. Do you want another ball?" Mischa kept up the gentle rubbing and the sliding of the dildo, never letting Tom forget that if he accepted this, it would hurt.
"Yes, sir. Please."
Mischa stood up, getting a tight grip on the dildo. "Look at me." Tom kept his eyes trained on Mischa's. "Take a deep breath and let it out. Yes, like that." Mischa's hand kept rubbing Tom's stomach. "Now do it again, and I'll push it into you."
Tom took another breath and held it, afraid to let go. Then he did, and Mischa pushed the pain deep into him. He grunted and thrashed his head around. "Sir! Oh, sir, hurts so bad." He whimpered, his breathing harsh, and Mischa leaned in and kissed him. Tom gave the Dom his sounds, his groans, while Mischa held the dildo buried deep inside of Tom. Then Mischa finally let it out, making Tom cry out from relief.
Mischa didn't hesitate, but took another dildo, this one a bit thicker. He pushed it in, making Tom gasp from the width, and started to fuck him. He continued like that for a while, keeping his pace nice and even, only now and then changing the dildo for a thicker one.
In the end, the dildo inside Tom was thicker than Mischa's dick, and Tom was moaning and sighing constantly, unable to form words. It went on and on, and Tom sank into a state of complete arousal. He didn't notice anything but his ass, his desire, and Mischa's eyes and hands, seeing him and giving him what he needed.
Then Mischa pulled out the dildo, making him cry out in frustration. Mischa only laughed.
"I don't want you to come yet, boy. Let's get you something that'll make you fight a bit harder." Mischa had that dangerous glint in his eyes that made Tom's dick twitch.
The next toy from the cart was a plug with a pump attached. It slid in easily enough, and Tom sighed and closed his eyes when it rested inside him. "So nice, sir." Then he felt a peculiar feeling, like it grew. Tom opened his eyes widely, seeking Mischa's.
"It's an inflatable plug, boy. It feels very good now, but I can fill you so much that you won't be able to take it." Mischa chuckled. "It's definitely a favorite toy of mine."
Mischa pumped a
couple of times, and Tom moaned as he was filled. "It feels so good to have it get bigger inside me, sir."
Mischa did it again and again, teasing Tom by slowly filling up the plug. Tom was relaxed and moaning until he got another pump, this time pushing a bit too much inside him. He made a little worried sound and got another push, making him tense up. He tried to move his body, fighting to accommodate the plug. Mischa pressed the pump again and made Tom groan, the fullness inside him close to pain. He anxiously looked at Mischa.
"Starting to be full?" Mischa rubbed Tom's stomach, around his hole.
"Yes, sir. It's so big inside me."
"Yes. From now on, it's going to be harder for you." Mischa pumped again, pressing the pain into Tom. He gasped, fighting to relax enough to contain the plug. He succeeded, only to have the plug extended again. Tom grunted, lifting his head. The pain went down a bit, but not entirely. Then the plug grew again, and Tom groaned out loud. Mischa's eyes were shining, and the Dom had opened his pants, stroking his hard cock.