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The Cuff’s Hotel is a modern luxury building situated at the outskirts of Los Angeles, where all sorts of male celebrities from all over the world come to stay at the most prestigious resort there is. The hotel has everything one can wish for, luxurious suites, Michelin star restaurants, pools, nightclubs, bars all catered to deliver an exclusive experience to every guest. There is however more to these walls than it meets the eyes.

At the center of it all is Theo Maldovar, the young 24 year old CEO who runs the place. His lean frame, bright blonde hair and bright smile can be deceiving as the man runs the place with an iron fist, knowing exactly what goes on in every corner and making time to respond to every guest’s need.

At Theo’s side is Julian Moore, his assistant and best friend since forever. Julian presents himself as calm and collected, his dark curls falling over hazel eyes that seem to carry more information than anyone deemed possible. Forever faithful to his boss Julian often finds himself prepping and cleaning after the guests as well as keeping note of their needs and special requests.

The real reason why celebrities sign up to the hotel has nothing to do with expensive bed sheets or fancy meals, every single guest signed their contracts for a chance to submit to Mr.T’s relentless fantasies. They all enjoy and lounge about the hotel yet schedule appointments to be tied and fucked by the owner whose imagination for scenarios seem infinite.

Now properly initiated the guests will endure the full might of Mr.T's mind.

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Julian had paid Shawn Mendes a visit earlier that day and now the singer found himself in one of the hotel’s underground dungeons where he had been completely stripped down and had a leather harness placed on his chest. Julian had given him explicit orders to stay there and wait for Theo to join, he had been left around for quite a while but the lack of windows and a clock made it impossible for him to know just how long. His fingers tapped against the cold stone pillar in the center and almost jumped back when the door opened with Theo finally coming into his sights.

Theo presented himself in a way Shawn had never seen before, during his initiation and every other time he’d see him walking along the halls or lounging in one of the rec rooms he had worn expensive looking suits in all imaginable colors, they had obviously been tailor made for him, accentuating every muscle. And yet down here he seemed like a completely different person, his bare chest glistened under the light, accentuating every muscle. His leather pants clung to his skin, his boots echoing on the ground. He looked even more stunning but more intimidating all the same.

He beckons Shawn with a sly smile, closing the distance between them in two large strides. The man’s hands hoists Shawn by the hook of his harness, pressing him back against the pillar. Theo’s hands hover his body, tracing the lines of his pecs, up the faint trail of hair leading to his crotch until they reach his neck, tilting his head up.

“Are you ready, boy?” Theo asks, squeezing slightly.

“Yes, sir,” Shawn whispers.

Theo’s hands trail down, gliding over his chest and pinching his nipples pulling them upwards with little care. They travel lower, this time grabbing his balls and the base of his dick in one firm hand, tugging him forward. “Look up, do you see those hooks? Grab them and don’t you fucking let go.”

“Yes, sir.” Shawn mutters, raising his hands up to grab two small hooks on either side of his head, pulling his arms up.

Shawn’s breath catches once Theo’s hands move back to his cock, now stroking him steadily, getting it immediately hard. Theo laughs, alternating between running his fingers up and down the shaft and slapping it from above. Shawn doesn’t dare to move, his fingers gripping tightly onto the hooks even as his balls are pulled.

“When was the last time you blew your load?” Theo asks, stroking Shawn’s cock nonchalantly.

“During my initiation sir, a week.” Shawn breathes out.

Theo raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Good boy!”

Shawn’s face is tilted towards Theo’s by the man’s firm hand, their lips barely touching. Theo licks Shawn’s lips, pressing their faces together but pulls Shawn away when he tries to return the kiss.

“I’m going to fuck you tonight.” Theo says.

“Yes, please sir!’

Theo attacks Shawn’s mouth, parting his lips and diving inside, tongue probing and overlapping with the singer’s. The kiss is hot and brutal with Shawn’s movements constrained by Theo’s hand.

The kiss continues and Shawn gasps when Theo’s free hand travels lower, pulling his cock up and stroking it deliberately, every pump squeezing more pleasure out of him. “You’re going to make me cum, sir.”

“I’m not done with you.” Theo says, pulling back and slapping down on Shawn’s length, prompting a scream. Theo grabs the boy’s waist, pulling him around to face the wall. “Get your hands back on the hooks and stick that ass out.”

Shawn complies, standing on the tip of his toes to arch his back. Theo’s hands fall over his ass, grabbing and pulling on it harshly. Theo’s moans quickly become grunts as Theo moves to his side, grabbing his neck and slapping down on his ass.

Theo’s hand cracks down, hitting Shawn’s ass with brutal precision. The singer grunts with every hit, the skin flushing red. His ass bounces, his legs shaking slightly but he keeps his posture, holding onto the hooks and standing on the tip of his toes to present his ass. Theo’s palm strikes again the rhythm unforgiving.

His ass cheeks are spread wide and he feels as Theo’s finger runs over the rim of his asshole, testing the sensitivity. Screams turn to moans as the digit probes inside, stretching his insides ever so slightly.

Theo grabs Shawn’s hair, yanking the boy backwards with ease. Shawn’s legs buckle and he falls down onto his knees. “Take my pants off.”

Shawn’s hands work fast, unzipping his dom’s pants and pulling them down, Theo’s dick springing free and slapping his face. Theo’s hands grasp his curls tightly. “Stick your tongue out.”

Shawn opens up his mouth, tongue going as far as it can. He locks eyes with Theo, barely flinching as his cock is inserted in his mouth. He sucks on it with precise desperation, bobbing his hands up and down, ignoring the tug on his hair. Theo allows him to go at his own pace at first, stretching out his lips and throat.

But eventually he takes control, forcing Shawn’s mouth deeper. “Yeah suck that cock like a good little whore.” Shawn’s face is brought forward and back with increasing speed, the cock hitting the back of his throat over and over again.

Theo thrusts deeper, completely filling the singer’s throat and hold him there, Shawn chokes, his eyes watering but doesn’t try to pull back. He breathes in through his nose with difficulty and when Theo pulls him out he coughs out, a smile plastered to his drool-slick lips. “Damn that was hot, sir.”

“Give me your wrists.” Theo says, beckoning Shawn to his feet. Shawn holds out his wrists and Theo wraps a black leather cuff on either one.

Theo walks out with a sturdy looking object, two parallel bars with one in the middle connecting them, a hook attached to the spot where the bar’s meet. Theo loops rope around the hook, throwing them up to another one high up in the ceiling, lifting the object onto the air. Shawn’s wrists are bound swiftly onto the upper hooks.

Theo’s lips ghost over Shawn’s face, his eyes set on the boy’s lips. Shawn stares intensely at him, trying to reach for the kiss but doesn’t succeed. Instead Theo keeps watching his face as his grip lowers, taking his cock in hands and stroking it, Shawn’s hips driving upwards involuntarily to meet the contact and achieve more friction.

Theo steps to a nearby table, retrieving a leather flogger and strikes it across Shawn’s chest, leather biting his pecs, a red flush blooming where he was hit, Shawn grunts and moans with every lash that got progressively harder.

Theo pauses the flogger, standing close to Shawn now he grabs his cock once again stroking it softly to deliver some pleasure after the pain. Shawn moans, his face falling and meeting Theo’s arm where he traces a line of kisses. “Hit my ass, sir.” Shawn moans.

Theo steps back, lowering himself to plant a kiss on Shawn’s cheek before both his hands plunge down, watching as they bounce with the hit. “More, the flogger.” Shawn let’s out.

Theo obliges, picking the flogger back up and slamming it across Shawn’s ass. His body bounces, grunting and squirming as he is hit again and again. “Fuck, harder.” He screams. Theo gets some leeway, his arms stretching all the way back and descending upon Shawn’s reddened cheeks, making him jump forward with the sharp pain. “AAAH”

“No you fucking don’t” Theo says, grabbing a leather cuff and locking it to Shawn’s anke before pulling it up to the bar above. Shawn’s struggle to find balance in one foot is made worse when Theo brings the flogger down on his ass once again. He screams and jumps but Theo strikes him three more times. “Didn’t you want more, boy? Now take it.”

Theo snaps another cuff on Shawn’s other leg, roughly pulling it up to meet the bar, suspending him completely. He positions himself in between the boy’s raised legs, grabbing his hips to find a better angle before harshly sticking his cock inside.

Shawn’s ass stretches around Theo’s cock, squeezing down as he takes every inch, unable to do anything about it. Theo thrusts in deeper, hooking an arm around his thigh to keep his body from being pulled away. Shawn let’s out a choir of “fucks” as his insides are stretched wide.

Theo grinds himself against the boy’s body, his cock completely submerged inside of him, Shawn’s moans grow much more frantic once his prostate gets hit, his cock throbbing as it presses against his chest. “Fuck, I think I’m gonna cum, sir.” Shawn breathes out even though his cock hasn’t been touched. Theo pulls back, not ready to be done yet.

Theo lowers Shawn back onto the ground, making quick work of his binds. The boy can barely move, muscles still aching from the suspension so Theo half-carries him towards the bed, placing him on his back.

With Theo’s expertise it took no more than a few minutes to settle the boy onto his new position, his hands were bound behind his back, his ankles tied to his thighs restraining his every muscle. Theo slaps his ass, already roughed up by the flogging, before turning him onto his back.

Shawn’s mouth waters when Theo kneels on the bed, cock only a few inches from his head. Rough hands grab the back of his head and he happily parts his lips, opening his mouth wide for the intrusion. His moans are muffled against the cock, feeling as Theo thrusted inside, hitting his hollowed cheeks.

Theo holds Shawn’s head in place, his dick buried deep in his throat and watches as through his gagging noises Shawn’s feet that were now pressed together, contorted, the long toes spreading and pressing them closer together.

Removing himself from the singer’s mouth Theo holds his face with one hand, making him look at himself as Theo proceeds to stroke his cock. Shawn focused on Theo’s strokes, feeling the need of release mixed with the knowledge that there was nothing he could do to achieve that before Theo deemed it was time, instead he stared up at his dom, his eyes pleading.

Theo moved down on the bed, grabbing Shawn’s knees and pulling his legs back before settling himself in between them. “Ready for this cock?” Theo asks.

“Oh my god, yes, fuck me!” Shawn moans.

“Spread that hole, boy.” Theo inserts himself inside, feeling Shawn’s hole clench around his cock head.

The new position made hitting his prostate even easier and Theo took that as a bonus, filling the boy up balls deep, his thrusts rhythmical and relentless. The bed moved and creaked as Shawn was pounded without any care, his hole stretching as it took every single inch. The boy’s moans grew frantic, his toes flexing with pleasure on either side of Theo’s hips.

“OH MY GOD.” Shawn screamed when Theo’s hand made its way to his cock, he kept repeating it over and over again with added desperation as the strokes matched the pounding and in no time he exploded, cum ripping through his dick in thick waves and plastering his chest, shooting all the way up to his chin. “That was… so good.” he moaned, his body still quivering from everything that’s happened.

Theo’s thrusts come to a stop, a short groan leaving Shawn’s lips as he pulls it out. Theo works to unbind him, allowing him to slump onto the bed. He looked exhausted, his body reddened by the flogging and drenched in sweat. All things aside he smiled, his face tired but filled with pleasure.

“You’ve done great, baby.” Theo says, sweetness taking over his tone. He kisses Shawn’s cheek, lips hot against the skin making the singer flustered.

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Theo steps inside the underground suite wearing nothing but a pair of black leather briefs, pulling harshly at a leash that leads Kit Connor, collared and crawling on all fours naked, next to him. The actor is tugged forward and led to the center of the room.

“Face the door and kneel,” Theo commands.

Kit wastes no time, shifting to his knees, his palms resting on his thighs, his back straight as he faces the iron door. Theo steps behind him, running a hand down his spine, fingers trailing over the smooth skin, before reaching around to grip Kit’s cock, his touch firm but teasing, lifting it slightly. “Already eager, aren’t you?”

Theo leans in, his breath hot against Kit’s neck, pressing his lips to the sensitive skin just below the ear, kissing with slow, deliberate heat, his teeth grazing lightly, drawing a quiet moan. His hands slide up Kit’s chest, fingers finding both nipples, pinching them with precise pressure, then pulling gently.

“Head on the ground, ass up,” Theo orders, and the boy lowers himself onto the ground until his cheek presses against the cold stone floor, his ass raised high. His wrists are pulled behind his back. “Stay still,”

Theo retrieves a leather paddle from a nearby rack and swings it down, the leather cracking across the actor’s ass with a sharp smack. Kit’s body jolts, his ass flushing pink under the impact. Theo delivers another blow, then another, each strike precise, targeting the tender curve of his cheeks, the pain searing through him.

Theo sets the paddle aside, kneeling behind Kit, his strong hands gripping the actor’s reddened cheeks, spreading them wide to expose his hole then leaning in, his breath hot against the skin as he drags his tongue along the rim, teasing with slow, deliberate licks. Kit’s moan shifts, the pain melting into pleasure, desperate as Theo’s tongue probes deeper, plunging inside with wet, invasive thrusts. The actor’s cock hardens fully, leaking a bead of precum onto the stone.

Theo pulls back, and retrieves the paddle again, resuming the assault with renewed intensity. The leather cracks across Kit’s ass, harder now, each smack echoing louder, the pain reigniting with a vengeance. After a particularly brutal strike, he breaks, his knees buckling as he shifts forward, trying to escape the paddle's bite.

“Get the fuck back here,” Theo growls and grabs Kit by his hair, yanking him upright with a firm tug, forcing the actor onto all fours in front of him, making him watch as he pulls down his underwear, allowing his length to swing free. “Open,”

Kit’s lips part, his mouth being stretched wide as Theo’s cock is pushed inside, gripping his hair tighter, fucking his mouth with steady, commanding thrusts. Kit’s lips seal around the length, his tongue swirling instinctively, but the pace quickens, driving deeper, hitting the back of his throat, making him choke,, drool spilling down his chin, pooling on the stone floor. His eyes water, his breaths ragged through his nose.

Theo’s hips snap forward, his cock plunging all the way down, forcing Kit to take every inch, his throat constricting as he chokes again. “That’s it, boy,”

Theo guides him to an elevated wooden chair in the corner, its sturdy frame attached to a metal pole that lifts it a foot off the ground, and beckons him to take a sit, strapping his ankles and thighs to the surface then binding his wrists to the armrests while additional ropes wrap around his upper arms, pinning them tightly to his sides, accentuating his chest, a black bone gag muffling his moans.

Theo picks up a shocking wand, its metal tip sparking faintly as he powers it on. “You look good restrained like that, so strong yet so helpless,” He presses the wand’s tip to Kit’s stomach, delivering a sharp, electric shock that jolts the actor’s body, his abs contracting under the sting. The toy is moved up to his chest, just above the nipple and the shock sparks a sharper volt this time, making him jump.

Kneeling between the actor’s legs, Theo wraps his hand around the cock, stroking him in gradual pumps that ignite every inch before leaning in to brush his lips across the cockhead, tongue teasing the slit before sucking the tip onto his mouth. He takes the huge length with ease, bobbing his head down the shaft, licking the base as he reaches it.

“Oh, God, I’m gonna cum!” Kit’s wail breaks through the gag, his voice desperate. Theo pulls away abruptly.

“It’s going to be quite some time before you do that,” He taunts, his voice cold and commanding, standing up to stay at eye level. “You’ll have to earn it.”

“I’ve got something else for you first,” Theo says, retrieving a thick metal plug and coating it generously with lube, before pressing it against Kit’s hole, circling the rim with slow, teasing pressure, drawing a muffled gasp through the gag. With care, he pushes the toy inside, the thick metal stretching the hole wide, filling him completely as it grazes his prostate. Kit’s body jerks, his thighs trembling against the leather straps.

Theo powers on the plug, its pulsing waves starting low, a faint hum vibrating through Kit’s core. “Do you feel that?” He asks, watching as the actor’s hole clenches tightly around the toy, his body shuddering with each pulse. He turns the dial, raising the vibrations progressively higher, the electric waves intensifying, sparking sharper moans.

“It feels like being fucked!” Kit bites down on his lip, his hole squeezing the plug, trying to draw it deeper, his cock twitching with each pulse.

Theo wraps his hand around Kit’s cock, gliding his fingers over the shaft. The combined torment pushing the actor to the edge, his body now trembling violent in rugged breaths, “Can I come, please?”

Theo’s strokes quicken, his hand pumping with ruthless precision, but just as Kit’s cock pulses, teetering on climax, he pulls away, leaving the plug vibrating intensely inside the clenching hole.

“Not yet, boy,”

Theo powers off the plug and eases it out, removing the gag, and unbuckling the leather straps. “Stand,”

Kit is guided towards a large steel bar that hangs from the ceiling and told to grab hold of it as his wrists are strapped to either side. Next he has his ankle bound to his thighs, the rope pulled to the above above, keeping him in place. Kit’s body sways, balanced on one leg, his cock throbbing.

Theo steps behind him, his breath hot against the actor’s ear, and grips his face, fingers digging into his jaw. “Time to fuck that sweet ass of yours,” Theo murmurs, his lips brushing Kit’s ear.

Taking his cock in hand, Theo beats the hard length against Kit’s entrance a few times, the boy’s hole clenching instinctively in anticipation. He grips the collar’s silver ring, yanking it back, his other hand wrapping around the actor’s throbbing cock, stroking with tight, deliberate pulls and with a single, brutal thrust, he drives his cock into the hole, stretching him wide, the intrusion grazing his prostate with searing intensity.

“Oh fuck me, fuck yes!”

Theo sets a relentless pace, fucking Kit hard and fast, his hips slamming against the actor’s reddened ass, each thrust deep and punishing, the wet smack of skin on skin echoing in the dungeon. His hand on Kit’s cock matches the rhythm, pumping with quick, twisting strokes, fingers gliding over the shaft, teasing the head with ruthless precision.

Theo tightens his hold on the collar, his hips slamming forward with brutal force, destroying Kit’s ass with punishing thrusts. Each plunge is deeper, harder, his cock hitting the prostate relentlessly, sparking sharper moans. His other hand pumps Kit’s cock with tight, rapid strokes, fingers twisting over the head, milking every shudder from the actor’s trembling frame.

“Fuck, Sir, I’m gonna cum!”

Theo’s strokes quicken and with a final thrust, he pushes Kit over the edge, the boy’s screams echoing around the room, cock pulsing as he drips down onto the ground, staining the stone floor. Theo milks every last drop, his fingers gliding over the head, drawing fractured whimpers from him, his body trembling violently.

Theo’s thrusts slow but don’t stop, his own climax building. He leans close, his breath hot against Kit’s ear, lips brushing the sensitive skin of his neck with slow, deliberate kisses. With a low groan, Theo cums, his cock pulsing deep inside Kit, filling him with heat. He presses his lips to the actor’s neck, kissing softly. “That’s it, good boy,”

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Cooper Koch found himself thrown onto a leather couch of the underground suite. Thick ropes snaked around his torso, pinning his upper arm to his sides, his wrists knotted tightly behind his back, ankles lashed together. A strip of silver duct tape seals his mouth, muffling his breaths into sharp, nasal gasps. He had been completely stripped down, the binds digging into his skin making him more aroused than he thought possible.

Not far from him, Nicholas Alexander Chavez sits rigidly in a sturdy wooden chair, hemp ropes criss-crossing his chiseled pecs, binding his shoulders to the chair’s back. His wrists are tied behind, pulling his chest forward, and his ankles are roped to the chair’s legs, spreading his thighs. His cock fell against the seat, flushed and yet already impressive in size.

Theo walked in, shirtless, his chest gleaming under the faint light the filled the room, his blonde hair tousled and eyes scanning the room with knowing pleasure. Simply by the way he walked and presented himself it was made clear that in there he carried himself completely different than he usually would in the halls of the Hotel. He carried a leather wip, tapping it against his palm.

“Fucking finally, man. You left us here forever, tied up like this, just waiting…” Nicholas smirked as he talked, attempting to shift around under his binds.

Theo’s hand clamps over Nicholas’ mouth, firm, fingers digging into his jaw. “Shut the fuck up.” His voice is a low growl, cutting through the air. He grabs a fistful of Nicholas’ curls, yanking his head down, forcing his gaze to the floor. “Don’t look at me.”

Nicholas’ breath hitches, muffled against Theo’s palm, his body stiffening, but he complies, eyes fixed downward. Theo releases his mouth, hand trailing to Nicholas’ cock, that stirred with the faint contact. Fingers wrap around its length, stroking deliberately, gliding from base to tip until it becomes fully hardened. “Oh, that’s good.”

Theo’s strokes quicken, his thumb circling the head, spreading a bead of precum with agonizing precision. Nicholas’ breath grows ragged, a low moan rumbling in his chest, his pecs flexing against the ropes. “Fuck, Sir…”

On the couch, Cooper’s muffled whimpers grow sharper, delighting himself with the scene that unfolded in front of his eyes. Watching someone of Nicholas’ size turned into a whimpering, submissive slut was maybe the best thing he could ask for.

“I’m close!” Nicholas moans, hips shifting in his seat.

Theo’s hand stills, denying release, leaving Nicholas’ cock throbbing. “Not yet,” he snaps, releasing Nicholas’ hair.

Theo’s strides to the couch, his shadow looming over Cooper, whose lean frame writhes against the tight ropes binding his torso and wrists. The boy’s eyes flash with defiance, his muffled protests straining against the duct tape sealing his mouth. Theo grips the ropes around Cooper’s arms, yanking him upright with a single, forceful tug, half-dragging him across the cold floor to Nicholas and shoving him down between his friend’s legs.

Theo rips the duct tape off Cooper’s mouth in one swift motion, the sting drawing a sharp yelp, “Ouch, really?”

“Quit complaining and suck his cock.” Theo says.

“I’m not doing that, man, no way.” Cooper lifts his chin up attempting to look more in control than he actually was.

Theo picks up the leather whip he carried earlier and swings it, smacking hard across Cooper’s ass. “Have it your way, more fun for me.” The stick lands again, harder, the padded tip biting into the flesh, sparking another yelp.

“I’m not-” There is barely enough time for him to protest before Theo lashed an attack each smack harder than the last, painting his ass red with stinging heat. Moans become whimpers that becomes screams as his body shook, unable to get away.

“I’ll do it! I’ll do it.” Cooper finally spits out, stopping Theo before he could be hit again.

Theo’s lips curl into a smirk, and he grabs a fistful of Cooper’s dark hair, shoving his head forward. “Suck it,” Cooper parts his lips, taking the head into his mouth, tongue tentatively flicking the ridge.

Nicholas groans “Oh fuck yeah.”

Theo’s grip tightens in Cooper’s hair, forcing his mouth deeper, the shaft sliding past his lips, filling his throat. Cooper chokes, a muffled gag vibrating against Nicholas’ cock, but he steadies, sucking harder, cheeks hollowing as he works the length. Nicholas’ head tilts back, curls bouncing, a raw moan escaping, “Oh yeah, keep it in, boy!” His thighs tense, pleasure surging as Cooper’s tongue swirls, sloppy and desperate. “Suck that big cock, dude,” Nicholas gasps, eyes half-lidded, lost in the sensation.

Theo’s eyes narrow at Nicholas’ words, and he yanks Cooper’s hair, pulling him off with a wet pop, saliva dripping from his lips. “That’s enough of that,” Cooper slumps to the floor at Nicholas’ feet, panting, his bound hands useless behind him. Theo points the leather stick at Cooper’s face, “Lick his feet. Now.” Cooper’s eyes widen, but he leans forward, lips brushing the top of the foot, tongue tracing the toes hesitantly, sparking a soft chuckle from Nicholas.

Meanwhile, Theo snaps the leather-padded stick lightly against Nicholas’ hard cock, the tip grazing the head, drawing a sharp hiss, “Fuck, what did I do?” Nicholas’ body jerks, ropes biting into his pecs, his cock twitching under the teasing sting.

Theo shifts focus, dropping the stick and wrapping his hand around Nicholas’ cock, stroking firmly, fingers gliding over the slick length. “Get under him,” he says to Cooper, “Face up, mouth open.”

Cooper shuffles awkwardly on his knees, ropes digging into his torso, and positions himself beneath Nicholas’ cock, head tilted back, lips parted, no longer pretending he had a say in what to do.

Theo’s strokes quicken, thumb circling Nicholas’ cock head, pushing him toward climax. “Cum on his mouth,

“Oh fuck yeah, taste it all dude.” His body tenses, abs clenching as release builds. At the last second, Theo pulls his hand away, leaving Nicholas’ cock pulsing, no release, a frustrated groan tearing from his throat, “No, fuck! You said I could cum!”

Theo pulls away, snatching a black silk blindfold and a red ball gag, returning to Nicholas to knot the blindfold tightly around his eyes and forcing the ball gag into his mouth, buckling it behind his head, the red sphere stretching his lips, muffling a low grunt as drool begins to pool.

Leaving Nicholas, Theo turns to Cooper, sprawled at the chair’s base and hauls him to his feet, Cooper’s bound wrists jerking behind his back as he stumbles. The dom’s hands work swiftly, untying the ropes binding Cooper’s ankles, the cords falling away. He grabs a fresh length of rope, looping it around Cooper’s right ankle, pulling it up to bind it tightly to his thigh, forcing his leg to bend and lifting his foot off the ground. Cooper wobbles.

Theo threads another rope through the bindings on Cooper’s back, knotting it securely before attaching it to a heavy iron hook descending from the ceiling. He yanks the rope, the hook rising, hoisting Cooper until only the toes of his left foot graze the floor. Cooper’s body sways as theo grabs a stick gag, forcing the small rubber cane between his lips. Drool seeps from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin as he groans, the sound stifled but raw.

Theo shifts to Nicholas, untying the ropes from the chair with precise tugs, freeing his wrists and ankles but leaving red marks on his skin. He re-binds Nicholas’ hands behind his back, and weaves a new rope harness across his chest and shoulders, framing his pecs, pulling his broad frame taut. Theo yanks him to his knees, dragging him across the floor until he’s positioned inches from Cooper’s suspended form, Nicholas’ blindfolded face tilted up, drool from Cooper’s stick gag dripping onto his cheek, sliding down to his gagged lips.

Theo unbuckles Nicholas’ ball gag, pulling it free with a wet pop, drool spilling down his chin. He grips Nicholas’ curls, manhandling him until his knees press into the floor directly in front of Cooper’s crotch. “Suck him.”

Nicholas opens his mouth, tongue flicking out to brush Cooper’s cock. Cooper’s body jerks, a muffled groan vibrating through the stick gag, his toes scraping the floor as he sways. Nicholas leans in, lips closing around the length taking more and more of it in with knowing precision.

Theo grabs a handful of Nicholas’s hair, forcing his head down the cock until the tip pressed against the back of his throat. He is held there, his eyes watering as he choked around his friend’s cock. Cooper sways on his foot, finding it hard to keep his balance as his body weakened with pleasure.

Nicholas’ cheeks hollow, sucking harder, the wet heat of his mouth teasing through skin, pushing Cooper toward the edge. Cooper’s body quakes, his toes curling against the floor getting closer and closer to release. Theo yanks Nicholas away by the hair, throwing him down on the ground with little care.

Down on the ground and blindfolded Nicholas feels as the sharp bite from ropes circle around his ankles, binding them together. Theo pulls the boy’s waist, forcing him to lay with his face down and ass up

Theo spreads Nicholas’ cheeks, parting roughly, his fingers brushing the hole before his palm cracks down, a sharp slap against the skin. “Spank that ass” The actor moans.

Theo steps back, snatching a leather flogger from a nearby table and swinging it down, the leather snapping across Nicholas’ raised ass, painting a pink stripe across the already flushed skin. Nicholas flinches, a raw “Oh fuck!” bursting out, his bound ankles twitching. Theo turns to Cooper, the flogger striking his ass.

Theo alternates between them, each strike harder. Nicholas screams and laughs with every hit, feeling aroused by the pain, his ass sticking higher as if begging to be hit. Cooper on the other hand jumps around, swaying over the floor, spinning uselessly in circles with every hit, not being able to keep his balance on one leg.

Theo left the boys without explanation, Nicholas, blindfolded completely unaware of his surroundings. Cooper wailed and moaned, trying to speak to his friend as he swayed around in his binds however the gag made communication almost impossible.

A few minutes had passed before Julian entered the room to unbind them. Cooper’s body felt numb, slowly regaining his strength as Nicholas’ eyes adjusted to the lights now the blindfold was off. Their attempts to ground themselves gave Juluan enough time to snap a pair of handcuffs to them both, securing their wrists together in front of them. A chain was then looped around their neck, the metal cool against their skin. Julian used the chains as a leash, tugging them towards the bed and shoving them onto it. They both have their waists pulled upwards, forcing their asses in the air as their faces pressed against the soft pillows.

“You look good collared.” Julian points out.

“I look good anyway.” Cooper states, shaking his ass teasingly.

“And that gag should’ve stayed on.” Julian rolls his eyes.

“Was he talking back to you, Jules?” Theo calls out, entering the room.

“Shit.” Cooper chokes on the word.

“Shit is right.” Theo says, yanking the chain from Julian who winks at Cooper before walking out of the suite. Cooper is pulled off the bed and made to kneel on the ground behind Nicholas. “Eat him.”

Cooper wasn’t given any time to protest, Theo’s hands grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his face forward, burying it in his friend’s ass.

Cooper’s tongue flicks out, tracing the sensitive rim. “Fuck, yeah…” Nicholas’ body arches, hips pushing back, eager for more. The boy delves deeper, lapping with growing confidence, circling Nicholas’ hole “God, don’t stop!” Nicholas moved his hips, circling them around Cooper’s mouth. “Keep going, dude, fuck…”

“Which one of you wants to fuck the other first?” Theo asks.

“Oh, me. Been waiting to eat that ass for so long,” Nicholas speaks up. Cooper’s protests are muffled by his friend’s ass.

Theo’s smirk widens, approving Nicholas’ enthusiasm. “Get up,” he orders Cooper, throwing him onto the bed on his hands and knees. Nicholas is positioned behind him. “Go for it,”

Nicholas doesn’t hesitate, his cuffed hands gripping Cooper’s hips, fingers digging into the skin. He aligns himself, pressing against Cooper’s hole. With a single, forceful thrust, he drives in deep, sparking a raw cry from Cooper, “FUCK! Screw you” Nicholas’ rhythm is relentless, hips slamming forward, each thrust pounding with unrestrained fervor, as if he’s claiming control. Cooper’s body rocks, chains clinking, his cuffed hands clawing at the velvet, moans spilling out, “Fuck that’s so big.”

Nicholas leans forward, chest pressing against Cooper’s back, his curls brushing Cooper’s shoulder as he growls, “You feel so fucking good,” Each thrust hits Cooper’s prostate, sending jolts of pleasure through him. The actor’s gasps turn to whimpers, his ass clenching around his friend, overwhelmed by the brutal pace.

Nicholas’ thrusts grow frantic, his hips slamming into Cooper with unrestrained force, the velvet bed creaking beneath them. His breath comes in sharp gasps, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum inside you!” he groans, his cock throbbing inside Cooper, pleasure surging. Theo’s hand shoots out, grabbing a fistful of Nicholas’ dark curls, yanking him back hard, pulling him out of Cooper with a slick pop.

“Well, it's your turn now,” Theo says against Nicholas’s ear.

Theo throws Nicholas on the bed, ordering for him to turn around and drags Cooper upright by the chain around his neck, swiftly unlocking the handcuffs with a metallic click, freeing his wrists as he positions himself between Nicholas’ spread legs.

Cooper wastes no time, gripping Nicholas’ thighs and hoisting them over his shoulders, his hands rough, nails digging into the muscled flesh. He dives in, his cock pressing against Nicholas’ hole, thrusting in with a single, brutal plunge, deeper and harder than Nicholas had been. Nicholas’ body arches, a raw cry tearing from his throat, “Go easy man!” Cooper’s hips snap forward, relentless, each thrust pounding Nicholas’ prostate, sparking fire through his nerves, his bound arms straining beneath him.

Cooper’s pace is vicious, outdoing Nicholas’ earlier intensity, his thrusts deep and punishing, the bed rocking with each impact. “Say you’re my little bitch,” Cooper growls, voice low and taunting, leaning forward, his face inches from Nicholas’, sweat dripping from his brow.

Nicholas’ dark eyes flash with defiance, his lips parting, “I won’t say that,” he moans, voice cracking as Cooper’s cock drives deeper, overwhelming him.

Cooper’s hand shoots down, grabbing Nicholas’ balls, tugging hard, the sharp pain blending with pleasure. Nicholas’ moan morphs into a desperate yelp, “Okay, okay, I’m your bitch, dude, fucking destroy me!”

Cooper’s thrusts grow erratic, his hips slamming into Nicholas with brutal force, each movement driving deeper, his breath hitching as pleasure coils tight. “Fuck, you’re so tight! I’m gonna cum!” he gasps, his lean frame shuddering, brown eyes squeezing shut. Theo’s hand darts out, seizing Cooper’s dark hair, yanking him back sharply, pulling him out of Nicholas.

Theo shoves Cooper onto all fours, positioning him directly over Nicholas, their sweat-slicked bodies inches apart, faces close, breaths mingling. Cooper’s hands and knees brace against the velvet bed, his cock throbbing, precum dripping onto Nicholas’ abs below. Nicholas lies flat, his bound arms pinned beneath him.

Theo kneels beside them, one hand wrapping around Cooper’s cock, stroking fast and firm, fingers slick with precum, gliding from base to tip, his hips bucking into Theo’s grip. Theo’s other hand grips Cooper’s jaw, forcing his face toward Nicholas’. “Kiss him,” Theo orders, voice low and unyielding. Cooper leans down, lips crashing into Nicholas’, their mouths locking in a messy, desperate kiss, tongues tangling, moans muffled as they devour each other.

Theo’s strokes quicken, his thumb circling Cooper’s cock head, pushing him over the edge. Cooper’s body convulses, a raw cry breaking into Nicholas’ mouth as cum shoots across Nicholas’ chest, hot ropes splattering his pecs and abs. His kisses grow sloppy, panting against Nicholas’ lips, their tongues still entwined.

Theo’s hand shifts to Nicholas’ cock, gripping it tightly, pumping with relentless precision, fingers slick from Cooper’s release. Nicholas’ moans escalate, vibrating into Cooper’s mouth, his hips arching off the velvet. Theo’s strokes are merciless, driving Nicholas toward climax, their kiss deepening, desperate and raw, lips and tongues clashing as they gasp into each other. Nicholas’ body tenses, a guttural moan tearing free as he cums, thick spurts painting his own abs, mixing with Cooper’s, his dark eyes rolling back behind half-closed lids.

Their kisses slow, breathless and lingering, lips brushing as they pant, bodies trembling in the aftershocks, the dungeon’s shadows swallowing their shared moans, Theo’s presence looming over them, his smirk cold and satisfied.

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Brenton Thwaits found himself handcuffed to a hook above his head after he had been led down the elevator to the lowest floor of the Hotel. The environment down there felt completely different from the grand and lavish rooms above, here the lighting was darker, the floors and walls made of dark stone. Down one of the many corridors in which he was led was a row of doors on each of them the name of who it belonged to, inside Brenton’s was a large portrait of him, naked and tied to a wall with his back turned to the camera. Memories of his initiation came rushing in and he could only wish tonight felt just as good.

Before the handcuffs were placed, Julian helped him to strip, the man’s hands carefully caressing the exposed skin of his chest and thighs, hands ghosting up his arms to prop them up to a hook high above his head and securing him in place.

A few minutes had gone by since Julian left and Theo strode into the room, shirtless, his legs clad in leather pants. Brenton’s mouth watered at the sight. In two long strides the man’s hand fell upon the actor’s neck, pressing his head back against the stone wall. “Ready?”

“Yes.” Brenton sucked in his breath, his voice a low whimper taken over by need.

Theo’s face closed as if a mask had fallen upon his expression, his hand trailed up, grabbing Brenton’s cheeks with one firm hand and squeezing down. “You’re here to please me tonight, you’re going to listen and obey like a good little slut.”

The man’s voice sent a shiver down Brenton’s spine, words getting stuck at his throat. He nodded.

Hands travelled lower, making their way through his pecks down his stomach until he grabbed Brenton’s cock, already hard from the interaction. Piercing blue eyes locked on the actor’s face when Theo bent down to suck his cock, lips parting over the shaft, his tongue probing deeper with careful proficiency.

“Oh, fuck.” Brenton moaned, his body betraying him, thrusting forward in an attempt to gain some sort of control. Theo took him in his mouth with ease, gliding over every inch as if it was nothing, not even choking when the head hit the back of his throat.

“You like that, huh?” Theo pulls away, hands firm against his cock, slapping it against his palm. His smirk falters when he raises to his feet again, eyes locked on Brenton’s with a cold gaze. “I don’t recall telling you to move though.”

“I’m-” Brenton’s words are cut off when Theo presses a hand hard against his lips, the touch on his cock falters, trailing down to grab the balls.

“Sorry?” Theo completes, tugging hard on the actor’s balls. “Yeah you will be. You know what happens when you disobey me?”

Theo tugs hard on the sensitive area, coaxing Brenton’s body to slump forward to try and follow the tug, standing on the tip of his toes. Theo let’s go of his mouth, now holding onto the chin, keeping his eyes locked. “I get punished.” Brenton cries out.

“Smart boy.” Theo let’s go. Brenton’s breath hitches, the pain on his crotch soothing.

Theo’s hand trails to the back of the Australian’s head, pulling it down with little care. Brenton’s body slumps forward, arms pulled up and back as he bends over. He watches as Theo finishes undressing in front of him, his massive cock only inches from his face.

Brenton’s lips part almost instinctively, coaxing an approving smile from Theo. His mouth is filled with slow thrusts, his tongue working to wrap around the length that invaded.

“Stick your tongue out.” Theo orders, taking his cock in hands and pressing it down on the actor’s exposed tongue, smearing every inch before sticking back inside his mouth, thrusting faster now. Brenton bobs his head up and down.

“Don’t fucking get it out of your mouth, keep it inside.” Theo says, pressing it back down when Brenton pulls back for a breath. The dom’s hands found the back of the boy’s head, pulling it until his nose hit just below his stomach. “Keep it in.” Brenton chokes around the length, his throat opening itself up to accommodate more of it.

Theo pulls back, grunting with pleasure, he bends down to be face to face with Brenton whose chin is smeared in saliva. “Let’s see that ass, shall we?”

Brenton is freed from the cuffs and taken to a large wooden box with metal poles on the front and sides. He is made to kneel on top of it and Theo works quickly with the ropework, his ankles are tied to the poles at his sides and he is told to grab onto the metal in front him, where his wrists were secured. Rope loops around his thighs, tying them to the same spot of the wrists, restraining him completely.

Without wasting any second, Theo’s hands fall on the boy’s ass, feeling the muscles under his palm. He slaps both cheeks, running his hands up and down every inch of skin.

“Hit me again,” Brenton bites down on his lips, tilting his head sideways to attempt and look at Theo who brings his palm down three more times in one of the cheeks, harder with each slap. “Oh fuck, yes.”

“Stick that ass out.” Theo asks, spreading the man’s cheeks to look at his hole. He bends down, crouching between his legs. His tongue probes inside, circling the rim in wet strokes and shoving it down the entrance, slapping his cheeks as he eats him out.

“Oh that feels so good.” Brenton moans, his back bending further, aching to receive more. The pleasure of the probing mixing with the sharp pain of the slaps. “I wan’t you to fuck me so bad.”

Theo gets up, pressing his chest against Brenton’s back, grabbing his ass with one hand as the other circles around his body to grab his throat, pulling the boy’s head back. “What was that?”

Theo’s mouth drapes over the actor’s ears, the licks and faint bites causing Brenton to squirm. “I need you to fuck my ass.” he repeats, his voice a needy groan. “Make me your slut. Can I look at you while you destroy my hole?”

Theo smirks, fingers grabbing onto the boy’s hair and tugging. “We can arrange that.”

Theo’s work is filled with expertise, taking him less than a few minutes to undo the binds and flip Brenton around. His back now lays flat onto the wooden box, legs spread wide with his ankles tied to the same posts as before only higher up, his wrists tied behind his head.

Theo gives Brenton a knowing smile, stepping in between his legs and turning his head to look at the boy’s feet. His lips find the arch, licking a straight line to his toes that curl with the touch. “I remember these are very sensitive, aren’t they boy?”

Brenton’s eyes roll to the back of his head when Theo laps his tongue in between his toes, each of them curling with pleasure as they are put inside his mouth. Brenton watched with hunger, moans growing louder, too stunned to even speak.

Theo traces a line of kisses down his exposed leg all the way to his hole. “Time to open you up.” He grabs a small bottle of lube, coating his fingers in them and pressing inside, feeling the pressure give way.

“Oh my god!” Brenton moans weakly as his hole is spread, his eyes barely holding themselves open. The pleasure grows wild when his cock is taken onto Theo’s free hand, that strokes it in fast, tight pumps until his entire body felt hot.”Oh, fuck you’re going to make me cum.”

Theo pulls back at the last second, prompting a groan and without a word, he grips Brenton’s hips, fingers digging into the flesh, and positions himself, the head of his cock pressing against the exposed hole.

Theo thrusts in slow but deep, stretching Brenton with deliberate force, Brenton’s ass clenches around him, his body arching against the rope. Theo’s hips snap forward, each thrust relentless, hitting Brenton’s prostate.

“Yes, fuck my ass!” Brenton gasps, voice hoarse, blue eyes rolling back as pleasure surges, his cock twitching against his abs.

Theo leans forward, one hand bracing on the box, the other grabbing Brenton’s throat, fingers pressing just enough to feel his pulse. His thrusts deepen, brutal and claiming, the rhythm unyielding, each stroke driving Brenton wild, his moans escalating to desperate whimpers, “God, fuck me!”

Theo grabs a fistful of Brenton’s hair, yanking his head forward, forcing his gaze upward. “Look at me,” His eyes lock onto Theo’s, wide with need, his breath ragged as Theo’s thrusts intensify, hitting his prostate with merciless precision, sparking a whimper.

Theo’s free hand wraps around Brenton’s cock, fingers slick with precum, stroking fast and tight, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Brenton’s hips buck, riding Theo’s cock as he fucks into Theo’s fist, the dual sensations overwhelming. His moans escalate, “Fuck, I’m yours!” The friction of the hand and the relentless pounding push him over the edge, a raw scream tearing from his throat, “I’m cumming!” Cum shoots across his chest, hot ropes splattering his abs, his body convulsing, eyes still fixed on Theo’s.

Theo pulls out abruptly, his cock slick and throbbing, and strokes himself with a few quick pumps. He cums with a low grunt, thick spurts painting Brenton’s trembling thighs.

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Julian stands before me, his sleek dark hair catching the dim light, hazel eyes glinting behind those round glasses. His vest is impeccable, as always, but there’s a flicker of excitement in his quiet demeanor.

“Everything ready, Jules?” I ask, my voice low, a velvet blade cutting through the silence.

He nods, his full lips curving just enough to betray his eagerness. “Yes, Theo. Suite 3 is prepped. Omar’s waiting as you requested.” His tone is soft, professional.

I give him a sharp nod, my blue eyes locking with his for a moment. “Thank you.”

Without another word, I turn, my polished boots clicking against the obsidian floor as I descend the private staircase to the underground suites. The walls down here are black, lined with scarlet velvet. Suite 3’s door looms ahead, heavy oak carved with subtle chains. I push it open.

Omar Rudberg stands in the center of the room, stark naked, his skin glowing under the low, red-tinted lights. His smooth chest, defined abs, and legs trembled just enough to betray his nerves. His dark curls frame a face that’s made millions swoon, but here, those soft brown eyes are wide, fixed on the floor, his full lips parted as he breathes shallowly. Julian’s done his job well.

I close the door with a deliberate thud, letting the sound echo. His head jerks up, and our eyes meet. Fuck, he’s gorgeous like this. I stalk toward him, slow and predatory, my gaze taking over every inch of him. His chest rises and falls faster now, and I can see the pulse hammering at his throat.

“Well, Omar,” I purr, my voice dripping with seduction as I stop just inches away, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his skin. I tilt my head, letting my eyes linger on his lips, then lower, drinking in the way his cock twitches under my scrutiny. “Tell me, are you ready to give yourself to me?”

He swallows hard, his voice a shaky whisper. “Y-yes sir… I’m ready.”

I smirk, stepping closer, my breath brushing his ear. “We’ll see about that.” My tone is teasing. I circle him, my fingers itching to control. I pause behind him, picking up a coil of black rope from a nearby table.

“On your knees,” I order, my voice shifting, cold and commanding, slicing through the air like a whip.

Omar hesitates for a fraction of a second. My eyes narrow, but he drops to his knees, the impact sending a soft thud through the room. A whimper escapes him, and my cock stirs at the sound.

“Faster next time,” I snap, stepping in front of him. His head bows, curls falling over his forehead, and I grip his chin, forcing his face up. His brown eyes are wide, pleading, and I feel a surge of power. “Understood?”

“Y-yes, sir” he stammers, his voice breaking.

I release his chin, my smirk returning. I step back, pointing to the floor. “Down. On your stomach. Now.”

He obeys, lowering himself to the plush black carpet, his body trembling as he stretches out. The sight of him prone, muscles tensing, feet flexing instinctively, sends a rush through me. I kneel beside him, the rope still in hand, and grab his balls with a firm, deliberate grip. He gasps, a sharp, desperate sound, his hips jerking.

“Stay still,” I growl, tightening my hold just enough to make him whimper. His balls are warm, heavy in my palm, and I tie one end of the rope around them, knotting it snugly but not cruelly.

I shift to his feet, my eyes locked on his left sole and loop the other end of the rope around his upper sole, pulling it tight, then weave it between his big toe and the others, separating them with a precise tug. The rope bites into his skin, and he moans, low and ragged, his body shuddering.

“Fuck,” he whispers, unbidden, and I pause, my hand hovering over his bound foot.

“Perfect,” I murmur, standing, my eyes drinking in the sight of him bound and helpless. I grab a second rope and fashion a quick loop around his neck, loose enough to be safe but firm enough to feel like a leash. I hold the other end, wrapping it around my hand. “Up,” I ordered, my voice a low growl. “Hands and knees. You’re coming with me.”

Omar struggles to rise, the rope between his balls and foot making every movement a delicious torment. He whimpers, his body shaking as he positions himself on all fours, his bound foot dragging slightly. “Sir,” he moans, his voice raw, “it’s hard, I can’t—” A sharp tug on the leash cuts him off, and he cries out, his head bowing.

“You can,” I snap, pulling the rope taut, forcing him to crawl forward. “And you will.” His movements are slow, deliberate, each shift pulling at the rope, drawing soft screams and moans from his lips. His dark curls bounce, his muscles flexing as he fights to keep up, his bound foot twitching with every inch. The sight of him crawling, completely at my mercy, sends heat coiling through me.

My grip tightens on the rope leash around Omar’s neck, his soft scream echoing as I tug him forward. He crawls on hands and knees, the rope linking his balls to his left foot pulling taut with every move. His moans are desperate, his dark curls bouncing, his sole flexing under the strain. The door to the adjacent suite looms ahead, heavy and black. I kick it open, the thud sharp, and yank Omar inside.

“Move,” I snap, my voice cold, unyielding. He whimpers, dragging his bound foot, his body shaking as he obeys.

In the center, Edvin Ryding is a vision of submission, naked and bound to a wooden chair. His body is bent forward, arms stretched behind him, wrists tied tightly to the chair’s back with coarse rope. A loose loop around his neck tethers his head to a hook on the floor, forcing his face down, blonde hair falling over his flushed cheeks. His legs are bent beneath him, ankles bound to the chair’s legs, feet off the ground, soles exposed and facing backward.

Omar moans, his eyes widening as he sees his co-star. “Sir, fuck,” he gasps, his voice breaking, body trembling as he crawls closer, the rope tugging at his balls.

I jerk the leash, cutting off his words with a sharp tug. He screams, soft and ragged, his bound foot twitching. “Quiet,” I order, my tone a blade. I drag him forward until he’s directly beneath Edvin, his face inches from the floor, his breath hitching with every strained movement.

“Your friend’s session is next,” I say, voice low, clipped. “Julian was kind enough to prep him early so he can help me break you.”

Omar’s eyes darted between me and Edvin, his chest heaving. “Sir, please,” he begs, voice raw, a scream catching as the rope pulls tighter. “What… what do I do?”

I step to Edvin, my boots thudding, and grab his blonde hair, yanking his head up. His blue eyes meet mine, wide, pleading, a soft whimper escaping his lips. I bend down, my face inches from his. “Not a word,” I growl, voice sharp as a blade. “You’ll have your time later. For now, you’re just a toy for your friend.” His moan catches, body jerking against the ropes, but he stays silent, just as I ordered.

I turn to Omar, my eyes narrowing. He’s panting, his bound foot twitching, a scream stifled in his throat. I crouch, gripping his chin hard, forcing his gaze to mine. “Look at me,” I snapped. His brown eyes lock on, glassy with need. “Are you ready to be mine tonight?”

“Sir, yes,” he gasps, voice breaking, a whimper spilling out. “I’m yours, please…”

I tighten my grip, my voice cold. “Will you do whatever I tell you?”

“Anything, Sir,” he moans, body shaking, the rope pulling taut as he shifts. “I swear, anything.”

I release his chin, standing, the leash still in my hand. “Good.” I point to Edvin’s bound feet, soles arched and vulnerable. “Bend down. Kiss his feet.”

Omar hesitates, a soft cry escaping as the rope tugs his balls. He lowers himself, crawling closer, his lips brushing Edvin’s toes. A moan rips from him, raw and desperate, as he presses a tentative kiss to the smooth sole. Edvin whimpers, his body twitching in the chair, the ropes creaking.

“What do you say?” I demand, voice cutting through their sounds.

“Thank you, Sir,” Omar chokes out, his lips trembling against Edvin’s toes, another moan muffled as he kisses again.

I step behind him, my hand cracking against his ass, sharp and sudden. He screams, body jolting, the rope pulling tighter. “Shut the fuck up,” I snap. “Make out with his feet. Now.”

Omar’s whimpers turn frantic, his lips pressing harder against Edvin’s soles, kissing and sucking, his tongue tracing the arch as he moans against the skin. Edvin’s soft cries echo, his toes curling, and I watch, heat coiling in my gut, their submission fueling my control.

I smack Omar’s ass again, the crack sharp, his scream muffled against Edvin’s toes. “You’re liking this, aren’t you?” I growl, voice cold, commanding. “Kissing your friend’s feet?”

“Sir, yes!” he chokes, voice breaking, a whimper spilling as he kisses harder, tongue flicking across Edvin’s sole. “Thank you, Sir!” His body shakes, the rope tugging, another moan ripping from his throat.

I smack him again, harder, relishing his cry. “Louder,” I snap, my hand striking his flushed skin. He screams, lips trembling against Edvin’s foot, his bound sole flexing helplessly.

“Thank you, Sir!” he wails, voice raw, tears pricking his eyes as he sucks Edvin’s toes, moaning frantically. Edvin’s whimpers grow louder, his body twitching in the ropes, soles quivering under Omar’s mouth.

Another smack, and another, each one pulling louder screams, Omar’s lips never leaving Edvin’s feet. His devotion fuels my hunger, but it’s time to move on. “Enough,” I bark, yanking the leash. Omar gasps, pulling back, his lips slick, eyes glassy with need.

I step to the door, my voice cutting through the air. “Julian!”

Omar is panting, his bound foot twitching, a soft moan escaping as he waits. I turn to him, eyes narrowing. “Time for the real training. Get on your knees. Kiss your friend. We’re done with him for now.”

Omar scrambles to obey, the rope making him wince, a scream catching in his throat. He rises to his knees, leaning toward Edvin’s face, still tethered low by the neck rope. Their lips meet, a soft, desperate kiss, Omar’s moan mingling with Edvin’s whimper. The sight is electric, their submission absolute.

Julian enters, silent, his dark hair sleek, hazel eyes sharp behind glasses. His tailored vest is pristine, his demeanor quiet as always in public. I glanced at him, voice clipped. “Take Edvin to another room.”

Julian nods, stepping to the wooden chair, which sits on a discreet moving platform. He grips the handles, and with a smooth motion, wheels Edvin out, the ropes keeping him bound. Edvin’s soft moans fade as the door closes behind them.

I turn back to Omar, alone now, kneeling, his body trembling. I grab his chin, fingers digging in, forcing his gaze up. “Open your mouth,” I order, voice a low snarl.

He obeys, lips parting, a whimper escaping. I slide two fingers of my other hand into his mouth, deep and fast, pushing against his tongue. He chokes, a wet gag echoing, his eyes watering as I thrust my fingers in and out, relentless. His moans are muffled, desperate, his bound foot twitching, pulling at the rope.

“What do you say, boy?” I snap, fingers still fucking his mouth.

“Thank you, Sir!” he gasps around my fingers, choking again, voice raw, tears streaking his cheeks. His tongue swirls, trying to please, and I press deeper, savoring his struggle, his absolute surrender.

Omar’s on his knees, his dark curls damp with sweat, brown eyes glassy with desperate need. The rope binding his balls to his foot pulls tight, his sole flexing with every shudder, a soft moan spilling from his lips as he chokes around my fingers still deep in his mouth. His tongue swirls, frantic, trying to please me, and the sight of him sets my blood on fire. I pull my fingers out, slick with his spit, and he gasps, a ragged whimper escaping as he pants, tears streaking his flushed cheeks.

I grip his chin harder, then swing my hand, slapping his cheek with a sharp crack. His head jerks, a scream tearing from his throat, but his eyes flare with something raw, hungry. “Good boy,” I growl, voice low and commanding, barely a whisper. His moan deepens, body trembling, the rope tugging as his cock twitches, his desire spiking at the words.

I step back, my hands moving to my shirt, unbuttoning it with deliberate slowness, letting him watch. His eyes track every movement, wide and pleading, a soft cry catching in his throat. I shrug the shirt off, revealing my lean, muscled chest, then undo my leather pants, sliding them down. My cock springs free, hard and heavy, and Omar’s whimper turns into a desperate moan, his lips parting instinctively.

“Suck,” I order, voice sharp, no room for hesitation.

He leans forward, the rope making him wince, a scream stifled as he moves. His lips close around me, warm and wet, and he moans, the sound vibrating against my cock. I grab his head, fingers tangling in his curls, and thrust hard, relentless, fucking his mouth with no mercy. He gags, a wet, choking sound, his throat tightening around me as I push deeper. His eyes water, tears spilling, but he doesn’t pull back, his moans mixing with gags, raw and frantic.

“Take it,” I snapped, voice cold, thrusting harder, my grip iron on his head. His screams are muffled, his bound foot twitching, pulling at the rope, every gag and whimper fueling my control. His tongue works desperately, trying to keep up, his body shaking as he surrenders completely.

Omar’s gagging on my cock, his moans and choked screams vibrating through me, his tear-streaked face a fucking masterpiece of submission. His bound foot twitches, the rope linking it to his balls pulling tight, his body trembling as I thrust relentlessly into his mouth. I grip his curls, savoring every gag, but it’s time to push him further. I pull out, his lips slick and swollen, a desperate whimper spilling from him as he gasps for air.

I grab his chin, fingers digging in, forcing his glassy brown eyes to meet mine. “Let’s see what else you’ve got,” I growl, voice sharp, commanding.

He moans, body shaking, the rope tugging as he tries to steady himself. I step back and roll a Y-shaped wooden stand into the center of the suite. Its polished surface gleams, the single arm at one end splitting into two at the other.

“Up,” I snap, moving to him. I kneel, my fingers finding the rope around his balls. I give it a sharp tug, and he screams, his body jerking. Slowly, I unravel the knot, pulling the rope free, relishing his whimpers as it slides off his sensitive skin. The rope around his foot comes next, leaving his sole flushed and trembling. “Move,” I order, guiding him to his feet, his legs shaky as I lead him to the stand.

“Stomach down,” I commanded, pushing him onto the stand. He obeys, his body stretching across the wood, abs pressing against the surface, his moans soft but constant. I grab his wrists, pulling them above his head, and bind them together. I tie the end to the single arm of the Y, stretching his arms taut, his shoulders flexing under the strain.

I bind his upper thighs to the spot where the stand splits, securing them tightly, his knees hanging off the edges, splayed open. I pull his feet back, tying each ankle to opposite ends of the Y’s spread arms, forcing his legs into a wide, spread-eagle position. His soles face upward, exposed. He screams softly, the ropes holding him completely at my mercy, his body trembling against the stand.

“Sir,” he moans, voice raw, desperate, “fuck…” His hips shift, cock pressing against the wood, and I smirk, stepping back to admire my work.

I step behind him, my hand cracking against his exposed ass with a sharp smack. He screams, body jerking against the ropes, a whimper following. “Ready to take my cock?” I growl, voice cold, commanding.

“Sir, yes!” he cries, voice breaking, hips twitching. “Please, Sir, I want it!”

I smirk, leaning close, my breath hot against his ear. I slide two fingers into his mouth, pushing deep. “Suck,” I ordered. His tongue swirls, coating my fingers in slick saliva, his moans muffled as he chokes, eyes watering. I pull out, his lips trembling, and move behind him, trailing my wet fingers down his spine to his ass. I press them against his hole, slow at first, then thrust them inside, hard and deep.

“Sir, fuck!” he moans, voice thick, hips bucking as I finger him, curling my fingers to hit just right. His whimpers turn to desperate cries, his body trembling under my control.

I pull my fingers out, abrupt, leaving him gasping. “You’ll have to deserve it,” I snap, stepping back. His moan is almost a sob, his eyes pleading as I grab a leather flogger from the table, its tails swaying. I swing it, the leather cracking against his ass, leaving red streaks. He screams, loud and broken, body jerking. I strike again, higher, across his back, the tails biting into his skin. His moans mix with cries, his bound soles twitching, toes curling with every hit.

“Take it,” I growl, flogging his ass again, harder, relishing his screams, each one fueling my hunger.

His screams echo through the room with every crack of the flogger against his ass and back. Red streaks bloom across his skin, his dark curls plastered to his forehead, brown eyes glassy with desperate need. His moans are raw, each hit pulling a cry that makes my cock throb.

I swing the flogger again, the leather tails snapping across his ass, sharp and unrelenting. He screams, body jerking, ropes creaking. “Beg for it,” I growl, voice cold, commanding.

“Sir, please!” he cries, voice breaking, a sob catching in his throat. “Fuck me, Sir, I need it! I’ll do anything!” His hips buck against the stand, cock grinding into the wood, his bound soles flexing as he squirms. Another crack of the flogger, this time across his lower back, and he screams louder, tears streaking his cheeks.

“More,” I snap, striking his ass again, the sound sharp, his cry desperate. “Convince me.”

“Sir, I’m yours!” he wails, voice raw, trembling. “Please, fuck me, I’ll be so good for you! I need your cock, Sir, please!” His body shakes, ropes pulling tight, his toes curling as he tries to arch closer, despite the restraints. His moans turn frantic, words tumbling out. “I’ll take it all, Sir, anything you want, just please!”

I flog him again, harder, the tails biting into his reddened skin. He screams, a high, broken sound, his eyes locked on me, pleading. “Sir, I’m begging you!” he sobs, voice thick with need. “Fuck me, use me, I’m yours, please, Sir!”

I stand behind him, flogger discarded my cock hard and heavy, aching to claim him. His desperation is fucking exquisite, “Don’t stop begging,” I growl, voice low, sharp as a blade, my blue eyes locked on his trembling form.

“Sir, please!” he wails, voice breaking, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. “Fuck me, Sir, I need it so bad! I’ll do anything, please!” His body jerks against the ropes.

I grip his hips, fingers digging into the reddened flesh, leaving marks of my own. His skin is hot, slick with sweat, and I line myself up, the tip of my cock brushing his hole. He whimpers, a high, desperate sound, his toes curling tighter. “Sir, fuck me!” he screams, voice raw, body arching as much as the ropes allow. I thrust in, hard, relentless, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. His scream rips through the suite, loud and wild, his body convulsing against the stand, ropes groaning as he strains. “Sir! Fuck!” he cries, tears spilling, his ass clenching tight around me, hot and perfect.

I set a punishing pace, slamming into him with no mercy, each thrust deep and unyielding. His moans spiral into screams, raw and unhinged, his body rocking with every brutal drive. The stand creaks, his bound soles twitching, toes curling and uncurling as the ropes hold him open. “Yes, Sir!” he sobs, voice thick with pleasure and pain, his hips trying to meet my thrusts despite the restraints. “Please, don’t stop, I need it!” His words are a desperate chant, each one punctuated by a whimper or scream, his tears soaking the wood beneath his face.

“Keep begging,” I snap, voice cold, commanding, my hands gripping his hips harder, nails biting into his skin. I angle my thrusts, hitting deeper, and he screams louder, body shuddering.

“Sir, fuck me, please!” he wails, voice breaking, his cock grinding against the stand, leaving a slick trail. “I’m yours, Sir, all yours!” His moans are frantic, his body shaking so violently the ropes creak, his toes curling tight as I pound into him. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, mixing with his screams, his whimpers, his desperate pleas.

He falters, a moan replacing words, and I stop, buried deep, motionless. His eyes widened, a panicked scream escaping. “No, Sir, please!” he sobs, hips twitching, trying to move against me. “Fuck me, I’m begging, Sir, don’t stop!” His voice is raw, tears streaming, his bound feet twitching as he fights the ropes, desperate for more.

“Good,” I growl, thrusting again, harder, faster, relentless. His scream is deafening, body convulsing, his ass taking every inch as I claim him. “Louder,” I ordered, slamming into him, my pace brutal, each thrust driving a new cry from his lips. “Sir, please, fuck me!” he screams, voice hoarse, his soles flexing, toes curling so tight they tremble. His moans are wild, a mix of pleasure and surrender, his body completely mine.

I lean forward, my chest brushing his flogged back, my lips near his ear. “You’re mine,” I snarl, thrusting deeper, my grip bruising his hips. His scream breaks into a sob, his body shaking, his cock leaking against the stand.

“Thank you, Sir!” he cries, voice raw, choking on a whimper as I pound into him, merciless. His moans spiral higher, his body trembling under the onslaught, every thrust pushing him closer to break.

I pull out abruptly, and he whimpers, a high, broken sound, his hips twitching uselessly against the stand. “No!” he sobs, voice raw, body trembling. I smack his ass, hard, the crack echoing, and he screams, his bound soles jerking against the leather straps.

“Quiet,” I snap, voice cold, commanding. I move fast, my fingers deft as I undo the ropes and leather straps, the hemp and leather falling away. His whimpers grow louder, his body shaking as I grip his hips and flip him onto his back with a rough tug. He gasps, a soft cry escaping, his lean frame now stretched across the stand, chest heaving, cock leaking against his abs.

I grab his wrists, pulling them above his head, and bind them with fresh hemp in a tight single-column tie, knotting the rope to the stand’s top arm. His shoulders strain, muscles flexing, a moan spilling out as I pull the knots taut. I move to his thighs, retying them to the Y’s wide split with double-column ties, the ropes biting into his skin, keeping his knees splayed. For his feet, I loop new ropes around his thighs, pulling his ankles up and back, binding each foot to its corresponding thigh. His knees bend, feet raised, soles exposed , toes curling, his hole completely open, vulnerable. He screams softly, the position stretching him, his cock twitching as he whimpers, “Sir, please…”

I step between his spread thighs, my cock hard and ready, and bury myself deep in one brutal thrust. His scream is deafening, body arching against the ropes, his soles flexing wildly. “Sir, fuck!” he cries, voice raw, tears streaming as I set a punishing pace, slamming into him, each thrust deep and relentless. His moans spiral, frantic, his bound feet twitching with every drive.

I lean forward, gripping his face, my hand covering his mouth, fingers pressing inside. He chokes, a wet gag mixing with his moans, his tongue swirling desperately around my fingers. I pound harder, edging him, watching his cock throb, leaking, but I angle my thrusts to keep him teetering on the edge, denying his climax. His screams are muffled, his eyes pleading, body shaking as the ropes hold him open.

I pull my fingers from his mouth, still thrusting, and growl, “Why should I let you cum tonight?” My voice is sharp, commanding, my hand now gripping his jaw, forcing his glassy eyes to meet mine.

“Sir, please!” he sobs, voice breaking, a whimper catching as his body convulses. “I’ve been good, I’ve begged, I’m yours! Please, let me cum, Sir!” His moans are wild, his bound soles twitching, toes curling tight as I drive into him, relentless, keeping him on the brink.

“Not yet,” I snap, pounding harder, my grip bruising his hips. His scream is deafening, body convulsing, his bound feet trembling as I drive him further into madness. His moans spiral, high and unhinged.

“Sir, I can’t—please, I need to cum!” His voice cracks, a sob catching as his body shakes, every thrust pushing him closer to breaking, but I keep him on the edge, relentless. His eyes are wild, pupils blown, his lips trembling as he begs, “I’ll do anything, please!”

I lean back, my eyes locking on his exposed soles, flushed and perfect, toes curled in desperation. The sight sends heat coiling through me, my control absolute. I slow my thrusts, just enough to keep him teetering, and reach for his left foot, my fingers brushing the arch. He whimpers, a soft, broken sound, his body jerking. I bend down, my lips grazing his sole, kissing the flushed skin, slow and deliberate. His moan is raw, a scream catching in his throat as my tongue traces the curve of his arch, lapping at the sensitive skin. “Sir, fuck!” he cries, voice shattering, his body trembling violently against the ropes.

I suck his big toe into my mouth, my tongue swirling, teeth grazing lightly, and his scream is wild, unhinged, his cock twitching, leaking onto his abs. “Sir, please!” he sobs, tears streaming, his bound foot flexing helplessly in my grip. I thrust harder, deeper, my lips still on his toes, sucking each one, licking between them, savoring the way his body convulses, his moans spiraling into desperate screams. “That feels so good! Fuck I need to cum” His voice is a wrecked, pleading mess, his soles twitching, his hole clenching tight around me as I pound relentlessly.

I pull back from his foot, my lips slick, and grip his hips, slamming into him with brutal force. “You want it?” I growl, voice sharp, commanding. “Earn it. Beg louder.”

“Sir, please, I need to cum!” he screams, voice hoarse, body shaking so violently the stand creaks. “I’m yours, fuck me, let me cum, Sir!” His toes curl tight, soles flushed, his cock throbbing, dripping, his eyes pleading as he breaks, a destroyed mess under my control.

I lean forward, my thrusts unrelenting , and grab his face again, fingers digging into his jaw.

His scream is earth-shattering, a raw, primal sound that fills the suite as his body convulses, ropes biting into his skin. His cock pulses, untouched, and he cums hard, ropes of white shooting across his abs, splattering his chest, his body arching against the stand. His soles flex wildly, toes curling so tight they tremble, his hole clenching around me as waves of pleasure rip through him. “Sir, thank you!” he sobs, voice breaking, tears streaming, his moans turning to whimpers as his climax drags on, each spasm shaking his bound frame. His eyes roll back, lips trembling, his body shuddering with aftershocks, every muscle taut, his soles twitching as he gasps, “Sir, fuck, thank you!” His release leaves him wrecked, a panting, trembling mess, his chest heaving, cum pooling on his skin, his submission absolute.

I keep thrusting, slower now, riding out his climax, my eyes locked on his flushed soles, his trembling body, savoring every second of his destruction. His whimpers soften, his voice hoarse, “Sir…” as he collapses against the stand, spent, ropes holding him in place.

I slow my thrusts, savoring the way his body grips me, then pull out, slow and deliberate, my cock slick and hard. Omar whimpers, a soft, broken sound, his hips twitching against the stand.

I kneel beside him, my tone shifting, low and warm, a rare gentleness creeping in. “You’ve been good tonight,” I murmur, my hand brushing his thigh, fingers tracing the rope marks with surprising care. His skin is hot, trembling under my touch, and he moans softly, a shudder running through him. I lean down, pressing a slow kiss to his inner thigh, my lips lingering on the flushed skin, tasting the salt of his sweat. He whimpers, his bound foot twitching, toes curling slightly.

I move up his body, my hands caressing his sides, fingers gliding over the cum-slicked contours of his abs, his chest, until I reach his face. I cup his jaw, gentle but firm, and lean in, kissing his lips softly, a stark contrast to the brutality of before. His lips part, a soft moan escaping, and he kisses back, tentative, desperate, his breath hitching. I pull back, my eyes meeting his, a playful smirk tugging at my lips. “Although next time,” I say, voice teasing but with an edge, “expect me to edge you for a whole lot longer. It’s fun to make you whimper and beg.”

He whimpers again, a soft, “Sir…” his voice hoarse, eyes pleading even now. I chuckle, low and warm, and move to his legs, my fingers working the ropes around his thighs. I untie the double-column knots, slow and deliberate, letting the hemp slide off his skin, leaving red marks that make him moan softly. I ease his legs down, guiding them to rest flat on the stand, his soles still flushed, toes twitching as he adjusts. His knees tremble, his body spent, but he’s still bound at the wrists, ropes keeping his arms stretched above his head.

I stand, my tone firm but caring. “I’ll have Julian finish setting you free and take you back to your room,” I say, brushing a curl from his forehead. “Your friend awaits me.” His eyes flicker with something… exhaustion, gratitude, maybe a hint of longing, and he nods, a soft whimper escaping as he settles against the stand.

I step to the door, my voice sharp as I call, “Julian!”

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The suite’s heavy door clicks shut behind me, I leave Omar trembling on the Y-shaped stand, his body spent, cum-slicked, and ropes still binding his wrists. My focus shifts, heat still coursing through me, my cock hard and slick from Omar’s session. I don’t bother with clothes..

I push open the door to the adjacent room and in the center is Edvin Ryding, still bound to the wooden chair. His naked body is bent forward, arms stretched behind him, wrists tied tightly to the chair’s back with rope, the knots biting into his skin. A loose rope loops around his neck, tethering his head to a hook on the floor, forcing his blonde hair to fall over his flushed cheeks, blue eyes wide and glassy. His legs are bent beneath him, ankles bound to the chair’s legs, feet off the ground. His chest heaves, soft whimpers escaping his lips, his cock hard against his thigh, betraying his arousal from Omar’s earlier worship.

I stride toward him, my hard cock swaying inches from his face as I stop in front of the chair. His eyes flick up, then down, a soft moan catching in his throat as he stares, lips parting instinctively. I grab his chin forcing his face up, his blue eyes meeting mine. His skin is warm, trembling under my fingers, and I tilt his head, studying the desperation in his gaze.

“Did you enjoy it, Edvin?” I growl, voice low. “Having Omar worship your feet?” My thumb brushes his lower lip, and he whimpers, body twitching against the ropes, his soles flexing.

“Sir, yes,” he gasps, voice hoarse, a soft scream catching as he shifts, the neck rope pulling taut. “It felt… so good, Sir.” His cheeks flush deeper, his toes curling tighter.

I swing my hand, slapping his cheek with a sharp crack. His head jerks, a cry ripping from his throat, eyes watering but burning with need. “Are you ready to serve?” I demand, voice cold, unyielding, my grip tightening on his chin.

“Yes, Sir!” he moans, voice breaking, his body straining against the ropes. His lips part, eyes locked on my cock, inches away, and he leans forward, instinctively trying to wrap his lips around it, tongue darting out.

I yank his chin back, hard, forcing his head down, the neck rope tightening. He whimpers, a desperate sound. “I tell you when,” I snap, voice sharp as a blade. His moan is soft, pleading, his eyes wide as he nods.

I bend down, leveling my gaze with his, my eyes locking onto his defiant stare. “Look at me,” I ordered, voice a low, cold snarl. His eyes meet mine, unblinking, his jaw tight, but his breath hitches, betraying his need. I press two fingers into his mouth, slow and deliberate, pushing deep past his lips. He chokes, a wet gag rumbling in his throat, his tongue twitching against my fingers, his eyes never leaving mine. His whimper is low, almost a growl, his body tensing against the ropes,. I push deeper, letting him struggle, then pull my other hand to his cock, stroking it firmly, four slow, torturous pumps. His hips jerk, a sharp moan muffled by my fingers. His cock pulses, leaking onto his thigh, but I stop, leaving him hanging on the edge. He groans, a frustrated sound, his eyes flashing with a mix of want and rebellion.

I stand, gripping his face, fingers digging into his jaw, forcing his head up. His cheeks are flushed, lips slick, and I hold him there. “Let’s see if you can handle it,” I growl. I step closer, my cock brushing his lips, and thrust into his mouth, hard and deep, no warning. He gags, a loud, wet choke, his eyes watering, but he doesn’t pull back, his lips tightening around me as I fuck his mouth with relentless force. My hands tangle in his blonde hair, gripping hard, controlling every thrust, my hips slamming forward, driving my cock down his throat. His moans are muffled, desperate, vibrating against me, his body trembling in the chair, soles twitching against the ropes, toes curling with every brutal thrust.

I don’t let up, pounding his mouth harder, deeper, my cock slick with his spit. His gags grow louder, wet and ragged, his throat tightening around me, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. His hands strain against the ropes, wrists flexing, his neck rope pulling as he tries to move. “Take it,” I snapped, voice cold, thrusting faster, my grip iron on his hair. His moans turn frantic, a mix of need and struggle, his tongue working desperately to keep up, his body shaking as I claim him. His soles flex, toes curling tight, his cock leaking more, untouched, as he chokes around me, his eyes burning with that stubborn spark even now.

I pull out abruptly, my cock glistening, and he gasps, a hoarse, desperate moan spilling from his lips. His chest heaves, spit dripping from his chin, his eyes wide but defiant, his body trembling with unspent need. “Want more?” My hand is still gripping his hair. “Beg for it.”

Edvin’s jaw clenches, his eyes narrowing for a moment, like he’s weighing his words. His voice comes low, deliberate, edged with a quiet intensity. “Sir, please,” he says, each word measured, almost a challenge. “Fuck my mouth again. I can take it.” His lips tremble, a soft whimper following, his soles twitching as he shifts, ropes creaking, his cock throbbing against his thigh.

I thrust into his mouth again, merciless, my hands gripping his blonde hair, slamming my cock down his throat. His gags are loud, wet, his body shaking. His moans vibrate against me, desperate, his eyes watering as I drive deeper, claiming every inch of his mouth. I don’t let up, pounding relentlessly, his spit dripping, his chest heaving as he fights to breathe. Finally, I pull out, abrupt, my cock glistening, and he gasps, a hoarse moan spilling from his lips, his body slumping slightly, ropes creaking.

“Let’s see that ass,” I say, moving to the chair, my fingers deft as I undo the ropes, starting with the neck tether, letting his head lift, his blonde hair falling back as he groans, soft and strained. I untie his wrists, the hemp leaving red marks on his pale skin, then free his ankles, his soles flexing as the ropes fall away. “Stretch,” I order, stepping back, watching as he rolls his shoulders, his lean frame trembling but obeying, his blue eyes flicking to me with that quiet intensity.

I drag the chair to the side, its platform rolling smoothly, and stride across the suite, my naked body taut, sweat gleaming on my chest. I return with a heavy wooden pillory, its polished surface gleaming under the crimson lights, the holes for head and hands waiting. I set it in the center, locking it in place, and point. “Over here,” I snapped.

Edvin moves, his steps hesitant but deliberate, his cock still hard, leaking against his thigh. I bend him down, guiding his neck and wrists into the pillory’s holes, the wood creaking as I lock it shut, trapping him in a forward bend, his ass exposed, soles flat on the floor. His breath hitches, a soft whimper escaping. I grab a long hemp rope, kneeling to tie his ankles together in a tight double-column tie, weaving the excess around the pillory’s base, anchoring him firmly. His legs are spread just enough to keep his balance.

I stand, stepping behind him, and smack his ass with my hand, the crack sharp, his skin flushing pink. He moans, low and controlled, his body tensing. “You’ll be a good little bitch?” I demand, voice sharp, my hand striking again, harder, his ass jiggling slightly.

“Yes, Sir!” he groans, voice strained but steady, his soles flexing, toes curling as he braces himself.

I grab a leather paddle from the table, its surface wide and smooth, and swing it, the leather cracking against his ass, leaving a red mark. He cries out, a sharp, “Fuck!” his body jerking, ropes pulling taut. “What are you?” I growl, striking again, the paddle’s impact echoing.

“A good little bitch, Sir!” he moans, voice breaking slightly, his ass reddening, his toes curling tighter. I hit again, harder, the leather biting into his skin, and he screams, softer than most, his defiance melting into submission.

“What are you?” I demand, paddle cracking down, his ass now a deep pink, his body trembling.

“A good little bitch, Sir!” he cries, voice hoarse, his soles twitching, his head straining against the pillory. I keep going, each strike deliberate, his moans growing louder, his body shaking, every answer a step deeper into surrender.

I step to the table, my fingers closing around a thick silicone dildo, black and heavy. I wrap my hand around its base, feeling its weight, and bend down, leveling my face with Edvin’s, holding the toy inches from his eyes. “Look what I got here,” I growl, voice low, teasing but commanding. “Looks like fun, doesn’t it?” His eyes widen, a soft whimper escaping, his lips trembling as he stares at the dildo, his toes curling against the floor.

“Sir…” he moans, voice strained, his body tensing in the pillory, the neck rope pulling as he shifts. His defiance flickers, but there’s hunger in his gaze, his cock twitching against his thigh.

I smirk, standing, my hand trailing down his spine, brushing the red marks on his back. “This is going to stretch you open for me,” I say, voice sharp, leaving no room for protest. I move behind him, crouching at his back, his ass perfectly exposed, pink and vulnerable. I grab a bottle of lube from the table, slicking my fingers first, then the dildo, coating it generously. Edvin’s breath hitches, a soft moan spilling out as he senses what’s coming.

I press the tip of the dildo against his hole, slow and deliberate, letting him feel it. He groans, low and guttural, his body tensing. “Keep your ass open,” I ordered, and pushed the toy in, slow at first, just an inch, stretching him. He moans, louder, his head straining against the pillory. “Sir, fuck!” he gasps, voice breaking, his ass clenching then relaxing as I work the dildo deeper.

I pick up speed, thrusting the toy in and out, each push driving it further, stretching him wider. His moans turn to cries, sharp and desperate, his body trembling, ropes creaking as he fights to keep his ass open. “Take it,” I snap, pushing the dildo deeper, inch by inch, until half its length is buried. His screams are softer than most, but raw, his defiance melting as the toy claims him. His soles twitch, toes curling and uncurling, his cock leaking onto his thigh.

“Every inch,” I growl, thrusting harder, faster, the dildo sliding deeper, stretching him to his limit. His cries spiral.

“Sir, please!” his voice hoarse, his body shaking violently in the pillory, his ass opening under my command. I drive the toy in fully, its base flush against him, and he screams, a low, broken sound, his head jerking, neck rope pulling taut, his soles flexing wildly.

“Keep it open,” I order, twisting the dildo slightly, watching his body convulse, his moans turning frantic, his toes curling so tight they tremble. He’s mine, stretched and vulnerable, every cry a testament to my control.

Edvin’s screams are unhinged, a raw, “Sir, fuck!” tearing from his throat, his body shaking violently, soles flexing, toes twitching as I drive the dildo deeper, stretching him wide. “Please, Sir!” he wails, voice hoarse, tears streaming down his cheeks, his ass clenching around the toy, overwhelmed by pleasure. His moans spiral, high and frantic, each thrust of the dildo pushing him further into a haze of ecstasy, his defiance shattered, replaced by pure, animalistic need.

I pull the dildo out slowly, inch by inch, letting him feel the stretch, and he screams, a broken, desperate sound, his hole gaping, slick with lube. His body trembles, his soles twitching, a whimper catching in his throat. I toss the toy aside, its thud on the floor barely audible over his ragged moans. I step closer, my hands brushing his reddened ass, fingers tracing the paddle’s marks. “Ready for the real thing?” I growl, voice low, commanding, my eyes locked on his trembling form.

“Sir, yes!” he screams, voice wild, pleading, his body arching as much as the pillory allows. “Please, fuck me, Sir!” His toes curl tighter, his moans turning into a continuous wail, his cock pulsing, dripping, overwhelmed by need.

I grip his wais and line my cock up, the tip brushing his hole, and plunge inside, hard and deep, one brutal thrust burying me to the hilt. His scream is deafening, a raw, primal cry that fills the suite, his body convulsing, ropes groaning as he strains. “Sir! Fuck!” he wails, tears streaming, his ass clenching tight around me, hot and perfect. I set a merciless pace, pounding into him, each thrust slamming his body forward, the pillory creaking.

I smack his ass, the crack sharp, his skin blooming redder, and he screams again, his moans spiraling into a frenzied chant, “Sir, please, don’t stop!” His body shakes, overwhelmed, his cock leaking, twitching with every brutal drive. I slap his ass again, harder, my hand stinging, and he cries out, a high, broken sound, his toes curling so tight they tremble.

“Take it,” I growl, thrusting deeper, my hips slamming against him, claiming every inch of his trembling body.

His screams grow wilder, a relentless stream of “Sir, fuck, please!” his voice hoarse, cracking, his body a writhing mess of pleasure. His soles twitch, his moans turning into sobs, his cock throbbing, desperate for release, but I keep pounding, relentless, my grip bruising his waist, my slaps punctuating each thrust.

His ass clenches around me, hot and desperate, and I lean forward, my chest brushing his back, ropes creaking as the pillory holds him in place. I wrap my hand around his cock, fingers tight, stroking slow and deliberate, feeling it pulse under my grip. He screams, a raw, shattering cry.. “Sir!” he wails, voice cracking, tears streaming down his cheeks. I pound harder, my thrusts brutal, each one slamming his body forward, the pillory groaning, while my hand works his cock, edging him, keeping him teetering on the brink of release.

“Beg for it,” I growl, voice cold, sharp as a blade, my hand tightening around his cock, stroking faster, then slowing just as he tenses. I smack his ass with my free hand, the crack echoing, his skin blooming redder, and he screams again, a high, broken sound.

“Sir, please!” he sobs, voice wild, desperate, his body shaking so violently the ropes bite into his skin. “Let me cum, I’m begging, Sir! I need it, fuck, please!” His words tumble out, frantic, his hips bucking against my thrusts, trying to chase the release I’m denying. His soles twitch, toes curling and uncurling, his screams turning into a continuous wail, overwhelmed by the pleasure tearing through him.

I thrust deeper, harder, my cock slamming into him, my hand stroking his cock in a torturous rhythm, fast then slow, keeping him on the edge. I slap his ass again, harder, my palm stinging.

“Sir, I can’t take it!” His voice is hoarse, breaking, tears streaming, his body a trembling mess. “Please, Sir, I’ll do anything, let me cum, I’m yours!” His begging is raw, unfiltered, his defiance long gone, replaced by a primal need that consumes him.

“You don’t decide,” I snarl, voice rough, my thrusts relentless, shaking the pillory. I grip his cock tighter, stroking just enough to make him scream, then stop, my hand still, letting him writhe.

He wails, a desperate sob, “No, Sir, please!” his body convulsing, his soles flexing wildly, toes curled so tight they tremble. I smack his ass again, three quick, brutal strikes, each one drawing a scream, his skin now a deep red, his moans spiraling into madness.

“Beg harder,” I commanded, resuming my strokes, slow and torturous, my cock pounding into him, each thrust angled to drive him insane. I dig my nails into his hip with my other hand, leaving crescent marks, my pace unrelenting, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the suite.

“Sir, I’m fucking begging!” he screams, voice shattered, tears soaking his cheeks. “Please, let me cum, I can’t—fuck, Sir, I need it! I’m your bitch, please!” His body shakes violently, ropes creaking, his cock throbbing in my hand, leaking onto his thigh. “Sir, please, I’ll be good, I swear, let me cum!” His begging is a flood, words spilling out between sobs, his pleasure overwhelming, pushing him to the brink of insanity.

I lean forward, my lips brushing his ear, my thrusts brutal, my hand stroking his cock just enough to keep him teetering. “Not yet,” I growl, slapping his ass again, the crack sharp, his scream deafening. I thrust harder, deeper, my cock claiming every inch of him, my hand working his cock in cruel, uneven strokes, edging him mercilessly.

I pull out, abrupt, my cock slick, and he wails, a raw, desperate sob, his hips twitching uselessly. I move fast, my fingers deft as I unlock the pillory, freeing his neck and wrists. His arms slump and he groans, a low, trembling sound. I untie his ankles “Get down,” He stumbles to his feet, legs shaky, cock leaking, his blue eyes locked on me.

He drops to his back, sprawled, chest heaving. “Lift your legs and hold your feet, keep them apart.”

Edvin obeys, his hands grabbing his ankles, pulling his legs up and spreading them wide. His cock throbs against his abs, leaking, his moans soft but constant, “Sir…” as he struggles to hold the position, his muscles trembling. I grab a vibrating plug from the table, black and thick, its surface sleek. I lube it generously, the liquid dripping, and crouch between his spread legs, pressing the plug’s tip against his hole. He whimpers, a high, needy sound. I push it in, slow at first, then deeper, stretching him. His scream is wild, “Sir, fuck!” his body arching, hands slipping slightly on his ankles.

“Hold it,” I snap, turning the plug on. The low hum fills the suite, and he screams again, his body convulsing as the vibrations pulse through him, his soles flexing, toes curling tight. His moans spiral, frantic,

“Please, Sir!” his voice hoarse, tears pricking his eyes as he fights to keep his legs up, hands gripping his feet.

I kneel closer, my hand wrapping around his cock, stroking slow and deliberate, edging him with ruthless precision. His scream is deafening, his body trembling, his soles twitching as he struggles to hold position. “Stay,” My strokes fast then slow, keeping him on the edge. His cock pulses, leaking onto his abs, his moans turning into wild sobs, “Sir, I need to cum!” His hands slip, legs faltering, and I stop stroking, my hand still, leaving him writhing.

“No, Sir, please!” he wails, voice breaking, scrambling to grab his feet again, legs spread wide, soles exposed. “I’ll stay, I swear!” His body shakes, the plug’s vibrations driving him mad. I resume stroking, harder, faster, my fingers tight around his cock, and he screams, “Sir, let me cum, I’m begging!” His voice is a wrecked chant, tears streaming, his muscles straining to hold his legs up, his hole clenching around the buzzing plug.

He falters again, one hand slipping, and I stop, my hand frozen. “Please, Sir!” he sobs, voice raw, his hands fumbling to grab his ankles, legs trembling as he pulls them back. “I’ll do it, I’ll stay, let me cum!” His screams are unhinged, his body a quivering mess, the plug’s vibrations pushing him to insanity, his soles flexing, toes twitching with every pulse.

“It depends on you,” I growl, voice cold, unyielding, resuming my strokes, slow and torturous. “Stay in position, and you’ll cum.” I stroke faster, my hand relentless, edging him, his cock throbbing, leaking, his screams spiraling, “Sir, I’m trying, please!”

I decided to push him further, one last punitive measure to break him completely. I grip his cock tightly, my fingers wrapping around the base, holding it steady, and press the palm of my other hand against the sensitive head, rubbing in slow, torturous circles. The sensation is intense, overwhelming, and Edvin’s scream is deafening, a raw, primal cry that fills the suite, his body shaking violently, soles flexing, toes curling so tight they quiver.

“Stay still, slut,” I growl, voice low, cold, and commanding, my palm grinding against his cock head, the friction relentless. His whimpers turn into high, broken sobs, his body writhing despite his efforts, his hands clutching his ankles, legs trembling as he fights to hold them up. “How does it feel, boy?” I demand, my palm circling faster, the slickness of his precum making each movement agonizingly intense.

“Sir, it’s too much!” he wails, voice cracking, tears soaking the carpet, his body convulsing, soles twitching wildly. “Please, it’s—fuck, Sir!” His screams spiral, his cock throbbing under my palm, his hips bucking involuntarily, unable to stay still. “I can’t, Sir, please!” he sobs, his voice a wrecked mess, but his hands stay locked on his ankles, his determination to obey warring with his body’s rebellion.

I smirk, relishing his squirming. “You’ll take it,” I snarl, my palm grinding harder, circles tight and unyielding, my other hand squeezing the base of his cock.

“Please, Sir, let me cum!” he wails, voice raw, tears streaming, his entire being consumed by the need for release. “I’m your slut, please, I can’t take it!”

I keep going, rough and unrelenting, my palm circling, my grip tightening, savoring every whimper, every scream. His struggle is exquisite, his body a trembling mess, and I push him further, grinding harder, until his screams peak, a final, shattering cry, “Sir, please!” His body locks up, his hands clutching his ankles, legs spread, and I feel his cock pulse violently under my palm.

His scream is earth-shattering, a primal roar that fills the suite as his cock erupts, ropes of cum shooting across his abs, splattering his chest, some hitting his chin. His body convulses, soles flexing wildly, toes curling so tight they tremble, his legs shaking as he holds position, barely, his hands slipping but gripping again. His climax rips through him, wave after wave, his cock pulsing, cum pooling on his skin. His soles twitch, his body shuddering with aftershocks, his screams softening to whimpers, “Sir, fuck…” as he collapses into the carpet.

I kneel beside him, my tone shifting, low and warm. “Good boy,” I murmur, my clean hand brushing his jaw with surprising delicacy, fingers tracing the curve of his cheek. His eyes flutter, a soft moan escaping as he leans into my touch, his body still trembling. I lift my cum-slick hand to his lips, holding his head gently, my fingers tangling in his blonde hair. “Clean it,” I order, voice soft but firm, my thumb brushing his lower lip.

Edvin’s lips part, his tongue darting out, and he licks my hand, slow and deliberate, his moans soft, almost reverent. He sucks my fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling, cleaning every drop of his cum, his eyes locked on mine, a mix of exhaustion and gratitude in his gaze.

“You did well,” I murmur, my voice warm but still commanding. “I’ll send Julian in to help you settle back down.” I pause, my hand lingering on his jaw, then add with a teasing edge, “Oh, and next time you see Omar, tell him your next session will be together.”

Edvin’s eyes widened slightly, a soft moan escaping, his body twitching at the thought, the plug still buzzing inside him. He nods.

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Benito, kneels atop of a black platform positioned in the center of the underground suite, his lean, tattooed frame stripped down to bright blue underwear that clings to his hips, the fabric taut against his straining muscles. His wrists are bound with ropes, pulled taut to hooks embedded in the platform’s edges, forcing his arms to splay wide. Two ropes encircle his neck, one tethered to a hook at the platform’s front and the other knotted to a steel ring above, keeping his head in place. His eyes glint with a mix of defiance and anticipation, his lips parted, sweat beading on his brow from the wait Julian imposed before slipping out.

The heavy door groans open and Theo strides in shirtless. Black leather pants hug his legs, the material creaking softly as he moves, his boots thudding against the stone floor. He pauses, taking in Benito’s bound form, a predatory smirk curling his lips before circling the platform, his gaze raking over the singer’s body.

Theo grips a fistful of Benito’s hair, yanking his head back sharply, the rope around his neck tightening, forcing a choked gasp from the singer’s lips. “You’re a pretty one, aren’t you?” His fingers invade Benito’s mouth, probing with rough insistence, tracing the edges of his teeth and pressing against his tongue, making the singer’s breath hitch.

With a swift motion, Theo withdraws his fingers and delivers a sharp slap to Benito’s cheek, the crack echoing in the chamber. “Fuck,”

Benito’s dark flash with defiance, his lips curling into a smirk. “These binds are tight as fuck. What, you're scared I’ll break free and show you up?”

Theo’s smirk vanishes. “What the fuck did you say?” He lunges forward, grabbing Benito’s face with a brutal grip, fingers digging into his jaw, yanking his head back until the ropes around his neck strain. “Say it again, come on,”

Benito meets Theo’s gaze. “You heard me,”

Theo releases Benito’s face with a rough shove, his head jerking against the ropes. Without a word, he strides to a steel rack against the concrete wall, retrieving a long wooden paddle, positioning himself behind the singer. “Stupid idea.”

Theo grabs the waistband of the boy’s underwear, yanking it upward, the fabric wedges tightly between the singer’s cheeks, exposing the taut, rounded flesh of his ass. Benito grits his teeth, a low grunt escaping as the underwear bites into his skin, his hips shifting involuntarily against the platform’s edge.

Theo raises the paddle and brings it down with a resounding crack across his ass. The impact jolts the singer’s body forward, the ropes around his wrists and neck snapping taut, a sharp hiss bursting from his lips. “Fuck!” Benito gasps, his thighs trembling as the sting radiates through him. Theo doesn’t pause, delivering another blow, the paddle striking with precise force, his ass reddens, the skin blooming with heat, his fingers clenching against the ropes as he fights to hold his position.

A third strike lands, harder this time, catching both cheeks, sending a shudder through his frame. “Shit, okay, okay,”

Theo leans in, his breath hot against Benito’s ear. “You’ll learn to keep that mouth shut, boy,” His fingers brushing the reddened skin of his submissive’s ass, eliciting a flinch.

The paddle is brought to the singer’s lips. “Bite down,” Theo commands.

Benito parts his lips, teeth clamping onto the paddle’s edge, the wood pressing against his tongue, muffling any retort. His jaw tenses, holding the object as ordered. Theo strides to the steel rack, retrieving a sleek black stick, its tip fitted with a small leather paddle and returns to Benito’s side.

“I thought you’d know better” Theo murmurs and raises the stick, the leather tip hovering over Benito’s chest, snapping the stick down, the leather striking the nipple with a sharp crack. The singer’s body jerks, a muffled grunt vibrating against the makeshift gag, his eyes squeezing shut as the sting sears through him. Theo doesn’t relent, delivering another quick strike, leather biting the sensitive bud,

Theo flicks the stick again, this time alternating between both nipples in rapid succession, each snap precise, the leather leaving faint red marks on Benito’s tanned skin.

A small blade is hooked under the waistband of Benito’s underwear, slicing through the fabric, leaving his cock exposed, half-hard and twitching in the cool air, his balls tight.

The leather paddle is dragged slowly along Benito’s cock, the soft leather grazing the shaft, teasing the underside with featherlight pressure. The singer’s hips buck involuntarily, his eyes lock onto Theo’s, now wide and pleading.

Theo smirks, circling the leather tip around Benito’s cockhead, the touch barely there, just enough to make the shaft throb with need. “Look at you, already leaking,” he mocks, noting the bead of precum glistening at the tip. He flicks the leather paddle lightly against the head, a sharp sting that draws a choked gasp.

His fingers tangle in Benito’s hair, yanking his head back with a rough tug. The paddle trembles between his teeth, drool slicking its surface as his jaw clenches. Theo pries open the singer’s mouth, dislodging the paddle with a wet clatter as it falls to the platform. His fingers delve inside, probing deep, massaging the tongue with deliberate pressure, exploring the warm, wet heat of his mouth.

“Are you ready to suck cock?”

Benito nods, a quick, eager jerk of his head, his lips parting wider.

Theo unzips his pants, shrugging them off, revealing his thick, erect cock. He grabs the back of Benito’s head with both hands. “Open wide,” His lips stretch as Theo guides his cock into the singer’s mouth, the head sliding past his tongue with a forceful thrust.

Benito’s moan vibrates against the shaft as the grip tightens, holding his head in place as Theo fucks his throat with steady, relentless thrusts. The singer’s eyes water, his throat constricting as he chokes, the sound wet and desperate, but he leans into it, his tongue swirling around the cock, eager to please.

Theo’s hips snap forward, driving his cock deeper, hitting the back of the throat. The singer gags, a muffled moan escaping as he struggles to breathe through his nose, his face flushed, drool spilling down his chin.

The cock is taken out of Benito’s mouth, leaving the singer gasping, drool trailing down his chin. “Up,” Theo commands as he unties the ropes binding Benito’s wrists and neck/

Theo guides him with a firm hand to a leather-padded box in the corner of the chamber. Benito straddles the box, his thighs spreading to hug its edges, his wrists are bound together in front of him and secured to a steel hook at the box’s front, pulling his arms forward until his chest hovers just above the leather. His ankles are tethered to hooks on the box’s sides, spreading his legs wide, his knees pressed into the padding. A black bone gag is shoved inside his mouth and a leather collar is attached around his neck with a leash clipped onto it.

“Stay still,” Theo grips the back of his hair, forcing his head to bow until his cheek presses against the cool leather surface of the box. With his other hand, Theo retrieves the long wooden paddle, bringing it down with a brutal crack across the singer’s exposed ass.

Theo doesn’t pause, delivering another blow, targeting the tender curve where Benito’s ass meets his thighs. The singer’s hips buck, a choked moan spilling past the bone gag.

“Not so tough now, are you, boy?” He lands one final blow, the paddle’s impact echoing in the chamber, leaving Benito’s ass flushed and tender.

Theo reaches for a vial of lube on the nearby rack, the clear liquid glistening as he pours a generous amount onto his fingers. “Let’s open you up,” Theo yanks on the leash, pulling the singer’s ass face up, forcing him to stare ahead.

The lubed fingers press against the hole, circling the tight rim with slow, teasing pressure, the slickness easing the contact as one finger is pushed inside. Benito’s hole clenches, resisting at first, but Theo works it deeper, stretching the sensitive muscle with steady, probing thrusts. A second finger is added, the stretch more insistent, scissoring to open Benito wider, grazing the prostate with calculated precision.

Theo’s fingers slide out of Benito’s stretched hole and takes his place between the singer’s legs, guiding his cock to the rim, teasing the sensitive edge with a slow, taunting drag.

He thrusts forward, cock plunging deep into Benito’s hole, stretching him wide with a single, brutal push. The singer’s body lurches, a choked moan muffled by the bone gag, his hips jerking against the ropes as the intrusion fills him completely. The grip on the leash tightens, pulling Benito’s head back, keeping him locked in place as he sets a relentless rhythm, each thrust deep and forceful, his hips slamming against the reddened ass with a wet, echoing smack. Benito’s muffled cries escalate, a desperate edge to them as he instinctively pushes back, his body craving every inch of contact, his hole clenching around Theo’s cock.

Theo swiftly unties the ropes binding the singer’s ankles and his wrists, wasting no time in gripping his shoulders, flipping him with effortless control. Benito lands on his back against the surface. His wrists are quickly bound together in front of him before one of his legs is hoisted high to rest on Theo’s shoulder.

Theo drives back inside with a single, brutal thrust, filling Benito’s hole once again, the intrusion grazing his prostate with searing precision. Benito’s eyes roll back, a guttural moan muffled by the bone gag, his body arching off the leather as pleasure consumes him. His breaths come in frantic bursts, drool spilling past the gag, his face flushed with heat as Theo sets a punishing rhythm, each thrust deep and relentless, his hips slamming against the tender ass with a wet, echoing smack.

Theo leans forward, pressing Benito’s leg higher against his shoulder, deepening the angle. The singer’s moans escalate into frantic, choked sobs, his body trembling as Theo’s cock hits his prostate with every plunge, pushing him to a new level of surrender. His untouched cock throbs against his abs, leaking a steady stream.

Theo’s hand snakes down, wrapping around Benito’s cock with a firm, commanding grip. He strokes with deliberate, twisting pulls, his fingers gliding over the slick shaft, thumb circling the head. Benito’s body jerks, a raw cry muffled by the gag, his eyes glassy and unfocused as pleasure overwhelms him. The strokes quicken, alternating between tight squeezes and rapid flicks, each movement pushing him closer to the edge.

“Cum for me, boy,” Theo growls.

Benito’s body seizes, his eyes rolling back fully, a muffled scream tearing through the gag as his climax rips through him. Cum shoots in thick, pulsing arcs, splattering across his chest and chin, some catching on the gag as his body convulses, trembling uncontrollably. His thighs quake, his toes curling tightly against Theo’s shoulder, his entire frame a shuddering wreck under Theo.

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“Mfph!” Ross Lynch calls out through his gag as soon as Theo steps inside the underground suite where he had been taken a while ago. Julian had dragged him from his room and his protests were met with silver tape wrapped around his head to cover his mouth. Inside the dungeon Ross had his hands tied behind his back, a rope harness framing his pecks as it weaved across his chest, being tied back firmly to a hook that hung high up in the ceiling.

“What was that?” Theo says, approaching the man with hunger crossing his expression. He took a handful of Ross’ hair, yanking his head back, lips ghosting across the skin of his neck, sending a shiver down the actor’s body. “Let’s get you in position.”

With that Theo let go of him, moving towards a pillar where sturdy looking ropes were tied to the wall. Untying the knots, he pulled down on the rope which was attached to the hook holding Ross in place. Ross was hoisted into the air, ropes digging into his chest as his feet dangled high off the ground. “MFPH!”

Theo picked up a very small wooden block, its surface covered by a tin foil sheet, attached to a heavy looking lower platform and placed it beneath Ross who instinctively stepped upon it, struggling to keep his balance as the surface was too small for both his feet.

Theo smiled at the sight of his struggle, reaching for the hem of his shirt and pulling it up just high enough to reveal the smooth skin of his waist where he planted a few kisses before biting down on the spot sending a jolt of pleasure through Ross’ body. He soothed the teeth marks with his tongue while applying pressure to his crotch with his free hand, feeling him stiffen under the touch even though the fabric of the jeans.

Satisfied with Ross’ ragged breath Theo started working on getting his clothes off, pulling his feet off the small surface one by one to remove his shoes and socks. The blonde’s body swayed, struggling to keep his balance as Theo kept an iron grip on one of his ankles, taking his foot in his mouth, his tongue lapping between the toes and sucking them into his mouth before licking the soles. Ross let out a small, needy moan.

Theo moved up to unbutton Ross’ jeans, yanking them down alongside the underwear, watching hungrily as the man’s cock sprung free, already hard from the stimulations happening around his body. Theo took the man’s cock in his mouth, taking it all the way in with one quick movement, feeling as the head hit the back of his throat. Ross moaned, his member throbbing against the plump lips that enveloped it, teasing and licking every last inch. The actor thrashed, attempting to grind against the touch, pleasure surging through.

Pulling back, Theo reached for his pockets, taking out a sharp pair of scissors and using them to cut away at Ross’ shirt, leaving him completely exposed. The dom took a second to appreciate the view of this man, bound, gagged and helpless, eyes filled with need and desire as his hard member twitched in the air.

“Let’s make you jump, shall we?” Theo smiled, tracing his hand down Ross’ legs all the way to his feet. A band, lined with small electric circuits was strapped on one of the actor’s legs, making his eyes widen in scared anticipation.

Theo held onto the controller box attached with one hand as the other fell upon Ross’ cock, delivering slow, dragged out pumps to it in order to keep him hard. The blonde’s eyes widened as the electric current was turned on, his body slumping as small shocks vibrated down his legs, spreading through his body due to the tin foil that lined the platform he stepped upon.

“Stand up straight.” Theo ordered and Ross struggled to comply. Keeping his feet down proved to be a challenge, the artist hopped in one leg, attempting to ease the current. He struggled for balance, the current making his body quiver as he stepped on and off, grunting uncontrollably.

Theo dragged out the torment, turning up the toy while stroking Ross’ cock in fast pumps, mixing pain and pleasure until the actor’s moans escalated, his member pulsing under Theo’s grip, ready for release. Just as he could feel the man’s orgasm coming through Theo dragged his hand down to the base of his cock, stopping it.

“You can’t come before I fuck you.” Theo grinned, running a hand over Ross’ ass and delivering a quick, hard smack that made him groan against the gag.

Ross was quickly repositioned, the platform was removed from beneath him and he was lowered onto the ground, still held in place by the hook above his head. Having been bent forward, a new length of rope was tied around his knee and pulled up to the hook, keeping his foot off the ground, ass exposed.

Theo walked over to his front, crouching to look Ross in the eyes as he removed the tape that gagged him before grabbing his chin to force his head to remain still. “Ready?”

Ross bit his lower lip, a tired and yet cocky grin taking hold of his expression. “Born ready.” Theo made a point to remove his clothes in front of Ross, his cock sprung free, rock hard, and the artist’s mouth watered at the sight.

Theo steps behind Ross, his hand brushing the actor’s ass while the other grips his own cock, slick with lube, and presses the head against the exposed hole, circling the rim with deliberate pressure, drawing a sharp gasp. Without warning, he thrusts forward, burying himself deep in a single, brutal plunge, stretching Ross’s hole wide, the intrusion grazing his prostate with searing intensity. “Fuck, yes!”

Theo sets a punishing pace, his hips slamming against Ross’s ass, each thrust hard and unrelenting. His cock drives deep, hitting the prostate with merciless precision. “Oh, shit, fuck me!” Ross’s voice trembles with desperate need.

Theo reaches around, clamping his hand over Ross’s mouth, fingers digging into his jaw, yanking his head back sharply and muffling his moans. The thrusts grow even fiercer, pounding his hole with ruthless force, each slam shaking his entire frame.

He releases Ross’s mouth, his hand sliding to the actor’s throbbing cock, wrapping around it with a tight grip, stroking with rapid, twisting pulls. The strokes quicken, fingers gliding over the head. “Oh, shit, I’m cumming!” Thick ropes of cum shoot from his cock, splattering the stone floor below, his body trembling violently as Theo milks every last drop, drawing whimpers from Ross’s lips. Spent and shaking, the actor sags in the ropes, his breaths ragged, his hole still clenching around Theo’s cock.

Theo’s thrusts slow, his own climax building. With a low groan, he cums, his cock pulsing deep inside Ross, filling him with heat, his hips pressing flush against the actor’s reddened ass. He pulls out, the withdrawal sparking a final shudder and moves around to face him, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. Theo grips the artist’s chin, tilting his face up, and kisses him hungrily, his lips crashing against the actor’s with fierce, possessive heat, tongue plunging deep, tasting the sweat and desperation. Ross moans into the kiss, his body limp in the ropes, his submission palpable.

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he underground suite pulses under flickering iron sconces, their flames casting jagged shadows across stone walls adorned with chains and leather straps. The cold stone floor contrasting the plush black leather bench where Theo sits, shirtless, his chiseled torso gleaming, blonde hair mussed, blue eyes burning with ruthless intent. A leather whip rests in his hand. Tom Holland, steps into the dungeon, his compact, muscled frame tense, brown curls tousled, warm brown eyes wary but eager.

Theo’s voice cuts through, sharp, “Kneel.” Tom drops to his knees at Theo’s feet “Strip,” Theo orders, whip tapping his thigh, impatient. Tom rises briefly, peeling off his fitted t-shirt, revealing a toned chest, then kicks off his sneakers, socks, and jeans, leaving tight black briefs. He kneels again, head bowed, brown eyes flickering up. Theo grabs a thick leather collar, its metal hook glinting, and fastens it around Tom’s neck, tight.

Theo grips the collar’s hook, yanking Tom close, his lips brushing Tom’s ear, nibbling hard, teeth grazing, sparking a gasp, “God, Sir…” Theo’s mouth moves to Tom’s neck, kissing fiercely, sucking the sensitive skin, leaving faint marks. Tom’s body trembles, hands resting on his thighs, cock stirring in his briefs.

Theo cracks the whip against Tom’s ass, the leather snapping through the air, landing with a vicious sting across the fabric of his briefs. Tom lurches forward, his body jerking his cock pulsing harder. Theo bends slightly, his lips closing over Tom’s nipple, sucking hard, tongue swirling, teeth grazing, the bud hardening instantly, sparking a whimper, “God…” Tom’s chest arches to meet the contact. Theo pulls back, whip flashing, smacking the same nipple with a precise flick.

Theo grips the collar’s hook again, pulling Tom closer, their faces nearly touching, Tom’s breath ragged, lips parted. Theo’s abs, chiseled and slick, loom before him, and Tom leans in, kissing down the ridges, lips brushing each muscle, his tongue tracing the lines,

“Do you want more?” Theo ask

“Yes, Sir.”

Theo’s lips curl into a cruel smirk, pulling Tom back slightly, the whip’s leather handle tapping his face, light smacks against his cheek, then jaw, the leather cool before it trails down, dragging it from Tom’s crotch, pressing against the bulge in his briefs, up his torso, over his chest, to his face again, tapping his other cheek, harder now, the leather’s edge biting

Theo’s hands move to his trousers, unbuckling them with deliberate slowness, the leather belt clinking, zipper rasping, pants dropping to the stone “Get rid of your briefs,” he orders,

Tom hooks his thumbs into the waistband, tugging the soaked black briefs down, his cock springing free, rigid, precum beading at the tip

“Show me you want it,” Theo growls as Tom leans forward, lips brushing the shaft through the fabric, tongue lapping slow, tracing the length. Theo shoves his boxer briefs down, cock springing free, thick and veined, and Tom dives in, lips closing around the head, sucking deep, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing.

Theo leans back, hips rocking slightly, savoring Tom’s mouth, his lips sliding down the shaft, taking him deeper, tongue teasing the ridge, then dipping to his balls, licking slow, sucking gently “Good boy.”

Tom is yanked off and pushed back to lay under Theo’s feet who presses a foot lightly on Tom’s neck, just below the collar, the pressure firm but not punitive. The whip cracks, leather snapping against Tom’s chest, a red welt blooming across his pecs “Do you want to suck cock?”

“Yes, Sir, I do…”

“What would you do for it, then?” Theo taunts, whip trailing across Tom’s abs, leather cool, teasing.

“Anything, Sir…”

Theo yanks Tom up by the collar, forcing him to his hands and knees, Tom stares into Theo’s blue eyes as he dives back onto Theo’s cock, lips wrapping tight, sucking hard, tongue lashing the head, taking him deep, throat constricting. Theo’s hand grips the back of Tom’s head, fingers tangling in brown curls, pulling him down, forcing his cock deeper, choking him, Tom’s eyes watering, brown irises locked on Theo’s, saliva dripping, gagging louder, “Mmph!”

“Keep it in your mouth, boy,” Theo growls, voice a low snar and reaches behind him, his hand sliding down the curve of his back, fingers finding his ass, grabbing the firm cheeks, squeezing hard, nails digging into flesh and smacks Tom’s ass, a sharp crack echoing, the sting blooming red across his skin.

Theo releases Tom from his knees, yanking him up by the collar and guides the man to the center of the dungeon. He binds Tom’s ankles with thick hemp ropes, tying each to iron posts bolted into the floor on either side, spreading his legs wide, his arms are bound behind his back and a makeshift harness weaves across Tom’s pecs, ropes biting into his skin, tethered to a ceiling hook above. Additional ropes loop around his upper thighs, cinching tight, pulled to the same ceiling hook, lifting his hips slightly.

Theo steps closer, one hand grabbing Tom’s balls, squeezing lightly, as his other hand grips Tom’s cock, stroking fast, fingers slick, relentless, sliding over the sensitive head, pleasure surging. “You’re going to make me cum,” he gasps, head tilting back, curls bouncing, the collar’s hook glinting as his body quakes, climax rushing.

Theo pauses and grabs the ropes around his thighs, yanking them, pulling Tom’s hips closer before resuming his strokes “Oh, Sir, I’m gonna cum!” Tom whimpers almost immediately. “Can I cum, Sir?” he begs but Theo stops again, giving him a moment before resuming with a brutal grasp, pumping fast, fingers tight, teasing the ridge “Oh, Sir, I can’t control myself, I’m gonna cum!” Theo’s hand pulls back, delivering a sharp smack to Tom’s cock, the sting searing.

“Do you want to cum?” Theo taunts

“Yes, Sir, please…”

Theo positions himself behind Tom, his hands gripping Tom’s hips, fingers digging into muscle, he takes Tom, entering slow but deep, the intrusion intense, stretching him, hitting sensitive nerves, sparking a raw moan, “Fuck, Sir!” Tom’s ass clenches around Theo’s cock. The thrusts are brutal, driving deeper to claim Tom fully, the rhythm relentless.

Tom is pushed further when Theo grabs at one of the ropes binding his thighs, using them for leverage as he deepens each thrust. Tom’s pleasure explodes as his prostate is pounded, his legs tremble under him but he relaxes once the dom places a hand up his leg, grounding him to the feeling.

Theo pulls back, his eyes softening as he works to unbind Tom, guiding him to the bed, “Come here, baby.”

Tom sinks into the velvet as he lies on his stomach, muscles relaxing, a soft sigh escaping. Theo climbs atop him, straddling his thighs, his cock pressing against Tom’s ass, not entering, just resting, warm and heavy, sparking a quiet moan, “Mmm…”

Theo’s hands slide up Tom’s thighs, fingers tracing the curves of muscle, slow and sensual, kneading gently, warmth spreading through Tom’s skin. His lips find Tom’s back, kissing softly, trailing from the base of his spine up the ridge of his back, each kiss deliberate, lingering.

“You’re doing good, tell me what you want, baby?” The sweetness in Theo’s tone was a stark contrast to how he was acting barely minutes ago. He kisses Tom’s neck gently, lips brushing the collar’s edge, soft and reverent, leaving faint tingles.

Tom smiles, a boyish grin breaking through, voice steady, “I want more, I can take it, Sir.”

Theo’s lips curve into a warm smile, blue eyes glinting with affection, his dominance softened but present. “Good boy,” he murmurs, turning Tom onto his back, hands guiding his hips.

Theo grabs Tom’s ankles, lifting them gently, and weaves hemp rope around each, attaching the loose ends to a hook bolted into the wall behind, pulling Tom’s legs up, knees bent, hips slightly raise. He leans down, kissing Tom sweetly, lips soft, lingering, a quiet hum escaping Tom,

When he pulls back, Theo grabs Tom’s feet, thumbs brushing the arches, sparking a soft giggle “God, you have such pretty feet.” He presses a kiss to Tom’s sole, lips warm, Tom wiggling his toes, grinning.

“They’re yours, Sir.”

He leans close, voice low, “You want more, don’t you?” answering Tom’s earlier plea.

Tom’s brown eyes lock on his, a nod, “Yes, Sir,” smile tugging his lips. Theo positions himself, climbing onto the bed, straddling Tom’s hips, his cock pressing against Tom’s ass, entering slow but deep, the intrusion deliberate, sparking a soft moan, “God you’re so big”

Theo’s hips rock, thrusts steady, powerful, each one hitting sensitive nerves, his blue eyes fixed on Tom’s, drinking in every flicker of pleasure, he doesn’t ease up, his rhythm unrelenting, driving deep, claiming Tom fully, the bed creaking, ropes creaking against the wall hook, Tom’s bare soles flexing, toes curling, his enjoyment clear, every second savored, his moans a chorus, “Yes, Sir!” his submission raw but eager, the dungeon’s shadows swaying with their motion.

Theo’s hand slides down, wrapping around Tom’s cock, fingers slick with precum, stroking slowly in contrast with the thrusts. Tom’s cry escalates making Theo’s strokes quicken, hand tight. “Sir, I’m gonna cum!” Theo keeps the pace, thrusts and strokes in sync, pushing Tom over the edge. Tom cums, hot ropes shooting across his abs, splattering his chest, a raw scream, “Oh fuck!” his body convulsing, eyes rolling back.

Theo follows, his own release surging, a low grunt escaping, his hips slowing, pleasure shared, their connection sealed in the firelit haze.

Theo pulls away, breathing heavily, and bends down to kiss Tom, lips gentle against the boy’s. His voice softens, “You did so well, boy,” his praise warm, blue eyes glinting with rare affection, hand brushing Tom’s curls.

Tom smiles, exhausted but content, “Thank you, Sir…”

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Michael had been led into a dimly lit suite a few levels below the ground, the corridors leading up to it were dark, the stone walls and black marble flooring a distinct contrast to the lush, bright layout of the upper levels. Julian kept a firm grip on his arm, guiding him down a maze of doors and halls until finally reaching their destination.

Inside a dimly lit suite Michal had been told to strip down onto his underwear, which he gladly did, the marble cold against his feet. On the opposite side of the room was a gridded surface attached to the wall, various horizontal metal bars crossed from one side to the other, covering the wall from floor to ceiling.

That is where Michael found himself now, wearing only a pair of black underwear, strapped to the grid in a way that any small movement felt impossible. Leather circled around his wrists, pulling them to his sides. His thighs and knees were strapped to the metal bars behind, his ankles suffering the same predicament, heels resting on top of a bar yet the rest of his feet dangled off the air. Lastly his chest had been strapped back and a collar placed on his neck.

Michael watched hungrily as Theo walked inside the suite, shirtless, his abs glistening under the torchlight. He felt his cock stiffening at the sight, the thought of surrendering completely to that man enough to drive him wild. “Hey!”

“Julian did a nice job, huh?” Theo says, approaching the wall, his hand immediately pressing down on Michael’s underwear, feeling his cock pulse under the touch. “Can you move at all?”

“Not really.” Michael replied, testing his binds. He could circle his hips a little but that was all.

“Good.” Theo smiled and Michael couldn’t help but feel a flutter down his stomach. With lubed hands, Theo took hold of the actor’s cock, stroking it in slow, sensual pumps, making him feel every light touch, gliding through the shaft, pressing lightly on the head, his moans erupting immediately.

Theo picks up a small black stick topped with a leather paddle. “Let’s see how you take this,” He purrs.

Theo swings the paddle, the leather cracking against Michael’s chest, just above his nipples, the impact sparking a red flush across his skin. “Fuck!” Michael’s body jolts.

“Shut your mouth,” Theo snaps as he delivers another strike, this time lower, smacking Michael’s abs, the sting rippling through his taut muscles. The actor bites his lip, stifling a cry.
Theo shifts his focus, the paddle cracking against Michael’s thighs, each strike precise, a particularly hard smack to draws a loud scream, prompting Theo to lean in, his face inches from the actor’s. “Shut your mouth, boy, or I’ll make it worse.” The paddle strikes again, alternating between chest and thighs, each crack amplifying the torment, his cock throbbing harder in the air.

Theo sets the paddle aside, wrapping his hand around Michael’s cock, stroking with hard, firm pumps, making sure to tease every inch. Pleasure takes over the pain, his body trying to fight the restraints to no avail. “I’m gonna cum!”

At the last second, Theo stops, his hand pulling away to grip the actor’s chin firmly, tilting his face up. “We’re just starting,” he whispers, his breath hot against Michael’s ear. He makes quick work of Michal’s binds, half dragging him towards a slightly elevated circular platform. “Step up and grab the bar above, for me”

Michael did as he was told, grabbing onto a metal bar that hung from the ceiling high above his head, keeping his arms taut. Theo worked fast, strapping leather bands around his wrists and securing them to opposite sides of it before attaching his ankles to small hooks on the platform.

Theo steps behind him, looping his arm around to grab the man’s cock and deliver small, slow pumps while he whispered behind his ear. “Everything ok?” He kissed the back of Michael’s neck, sending a prickle down his spine.

“Yeah…” Michael’s voice was soft, almost a whimper.

“You’re doing great,” Theo kissed him again before pulling away, the softness of his voice and expression making way to his usual hungry gaze. “Now stick that ass out.”

Theo picks up a leather flogger, the black leather of its tails glinting under the torchlight. “Not a sound,” he orders as he circles Michael, the flogger trailing lightly over the actor’s back. Theo swings the flogger, cracking sharply across his back, the impact stinging his muscles, leaving a flush of red across his shoulder blades. The man’s body jolts, a muffled gasp escaping.

“Shut your mouth,” Theo snaps, flicking the flogger across the actor’s chest, snapping against his pecs, grazing his nipples with a searing sting. Michael’s chest heaves, his cock twitching as the pain sparks through him. Another strike is delivered to his chest, the leather biting into the skin, reddening it further. Theo targets Michael’s ass, the tails cracking with precision against the firm cheeks. Each strike deliberate, the leather snapping in quick succession, the sting radiating through his body, his ass flushing a deep red.

Theo sets the toy aside and steps up onto the platform, pulling down the bar that held Michael’s hands above his head. “Want to suck some cock?”

Michael’s eyes filled with hunger as the words left Theo’s lips, he nodded desperately, allowing his head to be guided lower. Instinctively he opens his mouth and three fingers are hooked onto it, pulling his cheek back and further opening him up.

Theo keeps his grip firm, maintaining the man’s head in place as he plunges into his mouth, the hot, wet feeling of Michael’s throat sending waves of pleasure through his body. He holds the actor down, making him take every inch, choking slightly as the member hits the back of his throat.

Michael’s eyes water, saliva dripping down his chin as his face is relentlessly fucked. The feeling of being submitted to something like that was overwhelming, his own cock twitching untouched as he is made to suck and choke on another man’s cock, his throat trained relentlessly.

“Fuck, I love your cock.” Michael’s voice is garbled, barely intelligible as the words vibrate against Theo, who smirks, plunging himself deeper.

Feeling satisfied, Theo pulls back, beckoning Michael to stand straight up once more, his face now red and drenched in saliva. His hands trail down the actor’s body, pinching his nipples and massaging his abs before reaching down for his cock, pumping it in harsher, tighter pulls until it pulses in his hand.

Bending down, Theo takes Michael’s cock in his mouth, the contact causing the boy to scream in pleasure. His head bobs up and down the member, licking the shaft all the way to the balls, sucking on the head and delivering delicious strokes of his tongue in the more sensitive area. “Oh my god, I’m going to cum in your mouth,” Michael cries out, fighting with himself not to thrust his hips.
Theo continues, allowing him to believe his release is imminent yet pulling away at the very last second, prompting a desperate grunt from the actor.

Michael’s protests were ignored, instead he had been taken to what looked like a sturdy, leather padded table, where he had been laid down and secured onto. His head was tied back by a leather strap around his neck, restraining it to the surface with his hands receiving a similar treatment, bound to the table on either side of his head. His legs hung from the edge of the surface, having been spread wide, ankles bound to two separate hooks that hung from above, keeping them elevated and his ass exposed.

Theo wasted no time, Michael watched hungrily as he approached, positioning himself in between his legs and holding onto his ankles for support. Without much warning Theo plunged inside, his cock fighting against the tightness of the actor’s hole as it made its way inside of him. “Oh my god you’re so big,” He groaned, adjusting to the intrusion.

Theo set up a punitive pace, pushing himself further inside of the man who whimpered and moaned as his insides were stretched, his prostate being hit repetitively, burning every nerve of his body. His cock was stroked in a similar rhythm, the dual assault overwhelming his senses.

Michael’s moans turned into screams as he took every inch, his body convulsing with every thrust, being driven mad further when Theo turned his attention to his feet, pressing his mouth onto it while maintaining the pace in his ass. His toes curled with pleasure as wet strokes of tongue probed in between them, licking all the way past the soles onto the heel, kissing and biting the sensitive spot.

Michael’s body convulses with each brutal thrust, Theo’s cock slamming into his prostate, setting every nerve ablaze. Hands pumping his cock in sync, tight, rapid strokes twisting over the head, pushing him to the brink. “Oh, God, I’m gonna cum!”

Theo’s thrusts deepen and with a final, searing stroke, Michael’s climax erupts, thick ropes of cum shooting across his chest, splattering his pecs and abs, some streaking his chin. His body convulses, the table shaking, his hole clenching around Theo’s cock as every last drop is forced out.

Theo pulls out and strides to the head of the table, unbuckling the leather strap around Michael’s neck and gripping his hair. “Open,” he growls and shoves his cock into the actor’s mouth, the head hitting the back of his throat. Michael gags but sucks eagerly, lips sealing around the shaft.

With a low groan, Theo cums, his cock pulsing, flooding Michael’s mouth with heat. The man chokes, swallowing reflexively, some cum spilling past his lips, dripping down his chin as Theo thrusts shallowly. He pulls out, wiping his cock on Michael’s cheek, leaving a glistening streak, and leans close, his breath hot against his ear. “Good boy,”

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Avan Jogia stands displayed and blindfolded inside the underground suite, his lean frame clad only in tight black underwear and a black leather harness, its straps biting into his pecs. His wrists and ankles are bound spread-eagle to wall hooks with coarse rope, the knots digging into his skin, forcing his body taut.

Theo watches him silently from the side, basking in the boy’s anticipation and the way his breath catches with every passing minute. Finally he steps closer, seizing Avan’s chin with, tilting his face up. “You’re ready to submit, boy?”

Avan’s lips curve, his voice steady, laced with defiant charm. “Born ready, Sir,”

Theo’s hand looms lower, fingers trailing down the actor’s chest, grazing the leather straps, nails scraping over his abs, lingering at the waistband of his underwear. “Excited?” Theo taunts, his touch teasing the bulge, slow and deliberate, sparking a subtle twitch in Avan’s hips.

“Ready to take it,” Avan shoots back, his voice firm but edged with a quiver.

A flogger cracks across Avan’s chest, the sharp sting biting into his pecs, his body jolts in surprise, a low grunt escaping. “Hit me again.” Theo swings, the tails lashing his thighs, red welts blooming on bronzed skin.

Theo closes in, seizing Avan’s chin, tilting his face up. He kisses him fiercely, lips crushing, tongue invading and claiming the actor as his. Avan gasps against the kiss, voice rough but eager, “I want more, Sir,”

Stepping back, Theo’s flogger swings with brutal precision. The tails crack across the chest, welts crisscrossing, each hit a searing jolt, wrenching a choked grunt. The man’s body arches, toes scraping the stone floor. “Breathe,” Theo commands, the flogger striking his thighs, the sting sharper.

Avan is dragged to the room’s center, where a steel hook dangles from the ceiling, its chain clanking softly. He binds Avan’s wrists behind his back, replacing the leather with a rope harness. Theo loops more rope through the harness’s back, yanking it through the ceiling hook, pulling until Avan bends forward. “Stay steady, boy,”

Theo grips Avan’s underwear, tearing it off with a swift rip, the fabric dropping to reveal his swollen cock and tight ass. “Stick your ass out.” Theo orders, seizing the boy’s hips in hands. His hand cracks against Avan’s ass, the sharp slap echoing, red blooming on his skin.

Theo steps behind Avan, holding onto a long wooden paddle and bringing it down across the actor’s ass. Avan’s body jolts. Theo moves to his side, seizing Avan’s chin once more. “Keep your eyes forward, boy,” he snarls, pulling off the blindfold. “How much can you take?”

Avan’s breath hitches, voice rough but defiant. “Five big ones, Sir,”

Theo steps back, paddle swinging with brutal force. “Count,” he orders.

The first strike lands, a vicious thud. “One!” The second cracks harder, pain splintering. “Two!” The third slams, searing his ass. “Three!” The fourth hits, relentless, Avan’s frame shuddering, his tone becoming a scream. “Four!” The fifth crashes, much harder than all of those before. “Five!” Avan sobs.

“Very good, breathe.” Theo says as he crouches behind the man, hands gripping his welted cheeks, spreading them to expose the tight hole. Theo’s breath grazes the skin before his tongue dives in, lapping with slow, sensual swirls, teasing the rim with maddening precision.

“Oh fuck yes!” Avan’s body responds in kind, bending his back further as the tongue probes deeper, wet and relentless, exploring every fold. His hips are pulled back, forcing his ass out, his mouth working with languid intensity, sucking and flicking, the slick heat building a fire that makes Avan’s cock twitch. Minutes stretch, Theo’s tongue alternating between deep, probing thrusts and featherlight grazes, each shift wrenching moans.

Theo rises, wiping his mouth, and retrieves a metallic plug, holding it against Avan’s as. “Open yourself up, boy.” He presses the lubed tip against the hole, pushing it slowly inside.

“Shit, it’s cold!” Avan moans as he clenches, then relaxes, his body yielding to the intrusion that is driven deeper, the metal stretching him, settling against his prostate with a heavy jolt.

“Keep it inside,” Theo orders, slapping Avan’s ass lightly.

Theo unties the ceiling rope, freeing Avan’s harness, and yanks him to his knees on the cold stone floor, the plug shifting inside. Towering over him, Theo’s fingers probe inside the actor’s mouth, sliding over his lips and pushing inside. He grabs his chin, tilting his face until their eyes met. “Keep your eyes open and stick your tongue out.” Theo’s fingers knead it, pushing down on the soft muscle.

“Let me suck you off, Sir.” Avan moans against his finger’s.

Theo smirks while unzipping his pants, allowing his cock to spring free. Avan is allowed to adjust, shifting on his knees and leaning forward, lips parting, taking the length slowly, tongue swirling with desperate care, eyes locked upward. Theo’s hand grips his hair, steadying him, then thrusts, slow at first, then harder, hips driving with controlled force, the slick heat of Avan’s mouth yielding.

Theo gets Avan onto his back atop of a large wooden box, binding his hands behind his head. One leg is tied to a hook at the box’s lower end and the other is pulled backwards by rope around his knee that is then bound to a hook on the floor behind his head.

“Hold still, boy,” Theo positions himself behind the boy’s spread legs, meddling with the plug that is still lodged inside of him. The metal is slowly teased out, making his hole clench. Not giving him any time to breathe Theo presses his own dick against his entrance, sliding it inside with controlled strength.

“Fuck, it feels good!”

Theo thrusts, steady and unyielding, each drive grazing Avan’s prostate, his moans filling the room.

Theo’s thrusts grow frantic, hips slamming with brutal force, the rhythm relentless, wrenching moans from Avan. His attention shifts to the actor’s lifted foot, lips grazing the arch, tongue tracing the curve then sucking the toes, a wet, sensual assault that makes Avan’s leg tremble. “Oh my god, thank you!”

Theo’s hand seizes Avan’s swollen cock, stroking with ferocious tugs, fingers scraping the head, pushing him to the edge. “I’m gonna cum!” He lets out almost immediately as his climax erupts, thick jets surging across his chest, searing his skin. Theo follows, thrusting harder, a low growl escaping as he cums, filling Avan with a hot flood, his own body shuddering.

Avan pants, voice raw, “Thank you, that felt great…” his body slumping, exhausted.

Theo leans close, fingers running gently through Avan’s damp hair, his voice softer, almost tender. “You did good, boy. Almost too good—I’ll have to step it up next time.”

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Louis Partridge kneels naked atop of a black raised platform, a rope harness weaves intricately across his chest, framing his pecs and pulling tight as they tether to a steel hook dangling from the ceiling, forcing his posture upright. His arms are bound behind his back, wrists knotted together, ankles tied to hooks on the platform’s sides, spreading his legs.

The heavy door groans open, and Theo strides in, already shirtless, eyes glistening when his gaze meets the actor’s, he stops in front of Louis, gripping the man’s chin with one hand to yank him forward to crash their lips together, the kiss brutal and consuming, his tongue probing deep, claiming every inch with relentless hunger. Louis’s lips part eagerly, a quiet moan escaping as he leans into the kiss. Theo pulls back abruptly, ending the kiss with a soft, deliberate slap to the cheek.

“This will be fun.” Theo retrieves a paddle, swingings it down across Louis’s chest, the leather cracking against his pecs. The impact jolts the man’s body, a sharp hiss bursting from his lips, his skin flushing red where it was struck.

The paddle is set aside, his smirk widening as he notices Louis’s reaction. He pours a generous amount of lube onto his hand, wrapping his fingers around his cock, stroking with slow, teasing pulls. The actor’s shaft hardens quickly, swelling under the touch. Louis’s head tips back, a low moan spilling out. “It’s all yours,”

Theo’s hand tightens around Louis’s cock, gliding over the hardened shaft with swift, relentless pumps made to spark sharp gasps from the boy. Theo’s other hand grips the harness’s central knot, yanking it hard, forcing Louis’s torso upright. “Stay still,”

“Fuck, Sir…” His cock pulses in Theo’s grip, the rapid strokes pushing him toward the edge, his thighs trembling. The pace is merciless, his fingers alternating between fast, shallow flicks and deep, dragging pumps.

“Stick your ass out,” Theo commands, forcing Louis to shift his hips back as far as the ropes allow, his ass jutting off the platform’s edge.

Theo steps behind the actor and delivers a sharp, open-handed smack to Louis’s ass. The crack echoes. the sting drawing a startled yelp from the man, his body jolting forward, only to be yanked back by the harness’s pull. Theo’s hand strikes again, harder, targeting the tender curve of the cheek, the skin flushing pink under the impact. Another blow follows, then another, each smack precise, alternating between cheeks, the rhythm relentless.

Theo pauses, gripping Louis’s reddened cheeks and spreading them wide as he lowers himself onto his knees, his breath hot against the hole. He leans in, tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive rim. Theo’s tongue works with deliberate precision, circling the tight muscle, then plunging inside with slow, probing licks, each movement sending a shudder through Louis’s frame.

Theo rises to his feet, wrapping one hand around the actor’s throbbing cock while the other presses down on Louis’s head, forcing his face down. “Look at it,” Theo growls as his fingers twist around the sensitive cock, coaxing a sharp gasp. The strokes are relentless, alternating between tight, rapid pulls and slow, teasing drags.

“Fuck, Sir, I’m—” His words cut off as Theo’s hand pauses, fingers squeezing the base of the cock, denying release just as the actor teeters on the edge. A tortured whimper spills from his lips, his eyes squeezing shut, body shaking with unfulfilled need.

Theo leans close, his breath hot against Louis’s ear. “You’re mine now,”

“I’m a good boy, Sir,”

“Good boys don’t squirm,” Theo’s hand slides lower to cup Louis’s balls, fingers kneading the flesh with firm, deliberate pressure. The actor lets out a fractured sound, his body trembling as his balls are rolled, alternating between gentle squeezes and sharp tugs.

Theo swiftly unties the ropes binding Louis, hauling him off the platform and onto the cold stone floor of the underground suite where his wrists are bound separately to ceiling hooks above his head.

Theo picks up an electric plug, its sleek black surface fitted with a small, conductive tip designed to deliver sharp, pulsing shocks. He coats it generously with lube and kneels behind Louis. “Let’s see how much you can take,” He presses the plug’s tip against Louis’s exposed hole, circling the sensitive rim with slow, teasing pressure. Louis’s body tenses, a soft gasp spilling from his lips as the plug is pushed inside, stretching him with deliberate ease.

Theo cranks the plug’s intensity, the electric pulses vibrating faintly, sparking a sharp moan from Louis.

He watches, his smirk widening, and turns the dial slightly, increasing the pulses to a steady throb. “Should I turn it up?”

“Yes, please, it feels good,” Louis moans, a surprising laugh bubbling up as he leans into the sensation, his eyes sparkling with bold excitement. “I can handle it,” he adds.

Theo’s eyes narrow and he cranks the plug higher, the shocks now sharp and insistent, each pulse hitting Louis’s prostate with ruthless precision. The actor’s laugh turns to a gasping moan, his body quaking. “Give me more, I can take it,” he pants, his voice breaking as the pleasure-pain pushes him to a new edge.

Theo moves to Louis’s front, gripping his hair and yanking his head down with a firm tug. “Open,” He commands and the actor’s lips part eagerly, his mouth stretching wide as Theo guides his cock inside, the head sliding past Louis’s tongue with a slow, deliberate push.

Louis’s moan vibrates against the shaft, his lips closing around the length as he begins to suck, the pace controlled by Theo, pulling him deeper with steady, commanding thrusts. The actor’s breaths come in sharp huffs through his nose, his eyes watering as the cock hits the back of his throat, each movement stretching his lips wider. Louis leans into it, his tongue flicking along the underside, coaxing a low groan from Theo.

Theo pulls out, leaving Louis gasping, his lips swollen, drool trailing down his chin. He moves behind the actor, reaching for the electric plug and turning it off and slowly easing the toy out.

Theo, moving back to Louis’s front, holds the plug to the actor’s lips, brushing his swollen mouth. The man’s eyes lock onto Theo’s, wide and pleading, as he parts his lips, taking the toy in.

“Keep it there,” Theo says.

“Stick your ass out,” Theo walks behind the boy, gripping the actor’s hips, his cock pressing against his hole. Louis’s moan vibrates against the plug as his body tenses, anticipating the intrusion that follows. The member plunges deep into the tight hole, stretching him wide with a single, brutal push.

Theo sets a relentless rhythm, his hips slamming against the reddened ass, each thrust deep and punishing, the wet smack of skin on skin echoing. Louis’s moans escalate, transforming into desperate, garbled sobs as he pushes back, his hips rocking instinctively to meet Theo’s pace, craving every inch of contact. The cock drives deeper, hitting his prostate with merciless precision.

Theo pulls out with a slick, deliberate withdrawal, sparking a choked whimper from Louis, his hole clenching around nothing. He swiftly unties the ropes and hauls the actor onto his back on the platform, binding his wrists and ankles to a suspension bar suspended above the platform.

Theo grips Louis’s hips, and thrusts back into his hole with a single, brutal plunge, filling him completely. Louis’s body arches, his eyes rolling back as Theo’s cock grazes his prostate once more, slamming forward, each thrust deep and relentless.

Theo’s gaze shifts, locking onto Louis’s foot, turning his head, tongue flicking out to trace the arch, the contact drawing a muffled gasp from the actor. His lips close around man’s toes, sucking each one with deliberate care, his tongue swirling over the skin, lingering on the pads and crevices, making the toes curl under the attention.

He grips the actor’s cock with a lubed hand, stroking with swift, twisting pulls, fingers gliding over the shaft and circling the head. Louis’s body convulses, his eyes wide and pleading as he teeters on the brink.

“Cum for me,” Theo growls, his hand pumping faster, his cock still buried deep in Louis’s hole. The actor’s scream is incomprehensible, his body seizing as his climax rips through him, cum shooting in thick arcs across his chest, splattering his abs and neck.

Theo pulls out abruptly, and moves to Louis’s face, stroking himself until he cums, splattering across Louis’s face, streaking his cheekbones and lips. The man’s eyes flutter, a tired yet bold smile curving his mouth.

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Nick Robinson strides through a maze of corridors down at the Hotel’s lower levels, his surroundings strange to him as the luxurious and vivid ambiance he had been used to while spending his time there was gone the moment he stepped out of the elevator. The large, open space made almost entirely of white marble and golden trims where he would find dozens of others like him chatting and enjoying the luxury was replaced by dimly lit corridors filled with complete silence aside from the sound of his own sneakers hitting against the stone floor.

Finally the actor had reached his destination, checking the note Julian had left with him once again to be sure he was in the right place. This was it, Suite 13. Nick takes a deep breath before opening the door, his breath catching as soon as he saw what awaited him,

The air was warmer inside Suite 13, a lit fireplace sitting on the other end of the room. A large silver chandelier hung from the ceiling, lighting up the place, making sure Nick could see every last corner of it. His eyes widened in shock as he took on the artwork of the walls, every frame carried a picture of him, some of his face and body and others that had been taken during his initiation, of him naked, bound and suspended, his entire body exposed in a masterpiece of ropework.

“So, what do you think?” A voice calls out, turning Nick’s attention towards a large red couch beneath the fireplace, and sitting on it was Theo, shirtless and in leather pants, the flames painting the skin of his face and torso, making him all the more handsome.

“That’s… a lot!” Nick responds, shifting nervously under Theo’s gaze as he is beckoned to approach.

Theo gets to his feet, hands lingering up Nick’s arms as he circles the actor. “This is your portfolio, everyone will get one, although you’re the first to see yours.” The man stands behind Nick, his breath hot against the back of his head as he whispers, pointing towards empty spaces on the walls. “These rooms are designed to cater to your… special needs. And there is enough space to add after each session, as a reminder as to what I’ve already done to you.”

Theo walks back towards the couch, picking up a small black stick with a leather padded tip from a nearby desk and slapping it against his palm as he takes a seat once again. “Now, strip.”

Nick takes a second to recompose himself before he complies, slowly peeling off his shirt to reveal the smooth skin of his chest. “You really don’t spare any expenses, huh?” He shares a timid smile with his owner while kicking off his sneakers and socks.

“Why would I? This hotel is my gallery, and all of you are my masterpieces.”

Nick sways out of his jeans, placing everything in a neat folded pile at his feet. Instinctively he holds his hands behind his back, an act that, judging by his smirk, Theo approved. The CEO took in every inch of his exposed self with a hungry gaze, a look that made the actor’s cock stiffen inside his underwear.

“Turn around” Theo wasted no time, reaching for Nick’s ass as soon as the actor turned away. He grabbed and spread the firm muscles of his cheeks, prompting a needy groan from the boy. His hands fell upon each cheek in a firm slap, just hard enough to redden the skin underneath. “Face me.”

Nick groaned as his member was pressed between his stomach and Theo’s hand, already rock hard from the thoughts of what was to come.

“Get on your knees.”

Nick fell down, his kneecaps hitting the carpet beneath his feet. Theo walked behind him, hands reaching to touch the actor’s chest, hitting the skin with a firm slap before taking the nipples between his fingers, feeling them harden under his touch. He kept teasing the spot with one hand while the other snaked down, taking his member in a firm grasp through the underwear, squeezing until it throbbed under his touch.

“Let’s get you more comfortable.” Theo called out, pulling out a pair of silver scissors from his pocket and bending down in front of his sub, cutting away the fabric and watching hungrily as his cock sprung free.

“Hmmm fuck!” Nick moaned while the leather tip of the small whip hit him lightly across the shaft, he struggled to stay still, knowing that any movement would lead to punishment. He groaned while the toy hit him across the chest and abs.

Theo grabs Nick’s chin from behind, tilting his head up. “Tell me what you need.” He whispered into the boy’s ear, whip lashing across the man’s abs as he was held in place.

“Whatever you think I deserve.” Nick bit down on his lip, groaning with every new hit as a wave of need and desire shot through his nerves.

Nick buried his face in Theo’s hand as the strikes came down with progressively more strength, his body already displaying red marks where he had been hit. “I bet you spent every moment of the last week thinking of all the things I would do to you once the day came. Tried to enjoy the luxury and entertainment provided, basked in the company of others like you and yet all you could think of was how eager you were to be fucked. Isn’t that right?”

“Oh my god, yes, yes! Fuck, you’re so hot. I need it so bad.” Nick’s voice was a needy moan.

Theo’s eyes burned like wild fire the moment he heard those words, a primal need to possess taking over. “Ass up, face down.” Was all he said, throwing Nick into position.

Nick arched his back, his cheek pressed against the carpet and his ass as far up as he possibly could keep it, he wiggled his hips playfully, knowing damn well he’d be rewarded for it.

The reward came in the form of pain as the whip struck down on his ass with immense strength, his feelings flared up and yet he managed to remain still, a simple groan leaving his throat. The whip came down in harsh, punitive strikes until his cheeks became red and sensitive.

“Oh god, yes!” Nick whimpered when instead of another hit he was met with Theo’s warm grasp as he bent down to grab hold of the actor’s cock while the other hand played with his hole, applying just enough pressure to drive him wild.

“Stay still.” Theo warned, his mouth descending to bite the sensitive skin of Nick’s ass, his teeth leaving marks that were quickly soothed over by a lap of his tongue. His touch traced the way down to his hole, where Theo’s tongue teased and danced over the entrance, licking up the rim and applying enough pressure to be felt but not quite enough to fully please.

“Please…” Nick whimpered.

Theo applied more pressure, probing the tip of his tongue inside of him for a quick moment before pulling away abruptly. “Not yet.”

Fingers find their way to the back of Nick’s head, grabbing a handful of hair and yanking him back, getting him into a kneeling position without having to say a word. Theo makes quick work of his pants, his throbbing, huge member, springing free, almost hitting the actor’s face. “Let’s see how much you can take first.”

Nick parted his lips just in time for Theo to plunge himself inside of his mouth, his cock immediately filling him up. The actor’s throat adjusted itself to the invasion as his head was forced lower by the grip on his hair. His breath came out ragged, moans vibrating against the cock that fucked his face.

The man’s eyes watered as he was made to choke on it, his head held in place while the member was entirely inside. Saliva dripped down his chin but Nick didn’t complain, instead he swirled his tongue around the shaft to the best of his capacity, feeling delighted by every moan he managed to force out of his owner.

Theo’s moans fill out the room, pleasure building fast inside of him, he thrusts so fast inside Nick’s mouth that for a moment the actor believes that he might just lose control. But of course, he didn’t, he was way too well prepared for something like that to happen.

Nick is pulled off by his hair at the last second, his mouth craving more the second it was left empty. He stared up at Theo, eyes watering, but the dom simply smiled. “Let’s get you tied up, gotta have something to add to these walls.”

A few moments later Nick was unable to move as Theo masterfully weaved a set of ropes across his body. He had a rope harness crossing his chest, the same length of rope used to tie his hands behind his back. Rope circled his waist and from it two sets descended over either side of his cock, framing it while digging against his hole. His ankles had been tied to opposite ends of a spreader bar and finally he was plunged into darkness when leather blindfolds were pulled over his face.

Nick jumps in surprise when Theo brings down a leather flogger across his back, the tails cracking sharply against his skin, stinging his muscles. The next strikes are precise, snapping across his chest, biting into his pecs, grazing the nipples with a searing sting. Nick’s moan escalates, his cock throbbing harder from the assault.

Theo moves to his ass, the flogger cracking against the already sensitive cheeks. “Quiet,” he orders once Nick’s groans become loud whimpers. The boy swallows the sounds of his torment, the occasional grunt escaping after a particular strong hit.

“Good boy.” Theo calls out, setting the flogger aside to grab Nick’s face.

Nick’s lips part as Theo’s tongue probes inside, exploring every inch of the actor’s mouth. He moans against the kiss, the taste of his reward for being good sweeter than anything he tasted before. Their kiss is filled with passion and need, the hot hunger that looms over the room taking shape in it.

It ends as quickly as it had begun, and instead of the clashing of lips, Nick’s mouth was kept open by Theo’s fingers which probed inside, pressing against his tongue. The actor sucked instinctively, slicking the digits with saliva.

Theo pulled away, bending down in front of his sub and wrapping a hand around his balls, tugging and twisting them gently. His lips found Nick’s member and the man screamed in pleasure when his cock was sucked. Theo’s head bobbed up and down every inch, licking the head and teasing the shaft.

“Oh my god, thank you, sir!” Nick moaned while Theo choked on his member, opening his throat up to take every last inch. The actor couldn’t contain himself any longer, thrusting his hips in an attempt to gain more friction. “I’m going to cum, oh fuck!”

Theo’s moans vibrated against Nick’s cock, his pace becoming quicker until pleasure seemed to overcome all of the actor’s senses, he felt himself a moment away from his climax and yet all he could do was groan and whimper in frustration when Theo pulled away at the last possible second.

“Not before I fuck you.”

Nick’s blindfold had been removed while Theo quickly undid all of his binds, ordering him to stand still while he left the room only to return with a sort of sturdy wooden pillory with a huge circle at the middle and two smaller ones at the top. Nick was guided into it, his chest filling out the larger part, having him bent forward, ass exposed while his wrists were placed on the smaller ones, locking his arms taut behind him.

“Bite down.” Theo ordered, forcing a sleek, leather padded stick between Nick’s lips, strapping the gag in place.

Theo kneels behind him, his hands gripping the actor’s cheeks, spreading them wide to expose his hole. “Let’s open you up, shall we?” He leans in, tongue flicking out to trace the sensitive rim, teasing with slow, deliberate licks.

“Mmph!” Nick moans, his body jerking against the restraints. The tongue laps with sensual precision, circling the hole, then pressing flat against it, the wet heat probing deeper, plunging inside with soft, invasive thrusts.

Satisfied, Theo pulls back and coats his fingers with lube before pressing one against Nick’s hole, pushing inside with deliberate slowness, stretching the muscle, grazing his prostate with precise pressure.

“Mmph, fuck!” Nick’s voice vibrates through the gag, drool spilling down his chin as a second finger is added, thrusting deeper, curling to massage the sensitive spot relentlessly.

“You’ve been so good tonight…” Theo says, pulling away briefly and leaving Nick’s hole clenching as he walks towards a nearby table and takes a black candle in hands, lighting it up. “I’m sure that’s about to change.”

He tilts the candle high above Nick’s exposed ass. Without pause, a scalding stream of wax splashes across both cheeks, searing with brutal intensity. The actor’s body convulses, his screams filling the room, the gag barely managing to contain them. He thrashes against the pillory, his toes scraping the carpet.

Theo doesn’t relent, pouring another torrent of wax, this time targeting the sensitive crease where ass meets thigh, the molten heat dripping perilously close to the hole, each splash hardening into cruel, black streaks. Nick’s screams turn to broken whimpers, his eyes flooding with tears, body shaking uncontrollably,

“Mmph, fuck, have mercy!” Nick cries out through the gag, drool and tears mixing as they drip down his face.

“There you go, that’s what I wanted to see.” Theo blows out the candle, setting it aside. He rests a gentle hand over Nick’s ass, giving him a moment to soothe the pain.

Theo opens up the pillory, freeing Nick whose legs tremble, barely supporting him, his spirit shattered from the wax’s torment. His wrists are bound in front of him by a coil of smooth black ropes and the moment they are secured the actor is hoisted over Theo’s shoulder and carried to the red couch where he is set down on his back.

Before he even has time to adjust himself, Nick’s legs are yanked up and draped over Theo’s shoulder. His eyes plead as he understands what is finally about to happen, his cock twitching in anticipation. “You’re mine,” Theo snarls, plunging into his hole, the brutal thrust stretching him wide, grazing his prostate with searing force.

Theo sets a relentless pace, his hips slamming forward, each thrust deep and punishing. His hands grip Nick’s thighs, bruising the flesh, holding him open as he pounds harder, hitting the prostate with merciless precision.

“Oh, God, please!” Nick moans, his cock bouncing untouched with each thrust.

Theo shifts his attention sideways, pressing his face against Nick’s foot as it rests on his shoulder, his tongue flicking out to lap at the sensitive arch. The wet heat of his tongue traces the curve, probing between each toe, sucking the big toe into his mouth with a sensual pull, his teeth grazing lightly, massaging the sensitive area while maintaining the rhythm against his hole. Nick’s body convulses, his toes curling in Theo’s mouth.

Theo releases Nick’s foot and reaches the actor’s cock with a lubed hand, stroking with tight, rapid pulls, fingers twisting over the head with ruthless precision. “Beg.” His thrusts became slower, deeper, hitting the prostate with agonizing accuracy.

“Please, Sir, let me cum!” His whimpers are high-pitched, his eyes pleading as he tries to push into Theo’s hand. The strokes alternate between fast pumps and slow drags. Theo growls, and quickens his hand, milking a scream from the actor, “Fuck, please, now!” His climax erupts, thick ropes of cum shooting across his chest, splattering his chin, his body convulsing as Theo milks every drop, fingers lingering on the hypersensitive head, drawing tortured whimpers.

Theo’s thrusts resume their brutal pace, his own climax building. His hips slam forward, shaking Nick’s spent frame and with a low groan he cums, his cock pulsing deep inside the actor’s hole, filling him with heat, his body shuddering as he presses flush against the his ass. He rides out his release with shallow thrusts before pulling out and moving to Nick’s side, kissing him hungrily, lips crashing together with fierce, possessive heat, tongue plunging deep, tasting sweat and desperation.

“There is a lot to be added to these walls after tonight, don’t you think?” Theo whispers against Nick’s mouth.

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Cody follows quietly behind Julian, he has been led down a series of corridors that looked the exact same to him, a maze of stone walls and doors that seemed endless. They stopped in front of a sturdy looking mahogany door, suite 14, the words were engraved in golden letters on the wood. 

“Give me your jacket.” Julian spoke softly, placing his binder under his arms and reaching out a hand. Cody’s fingers fumbled against the buttons but he eventually managed to peel the jacket off, the cold air hit his arms, sending a shiver down his spine. “Theo’s waiting for you inside.”

Julian took off and Cody stood there for a second, staring at the door and letting out a shaky breath before turning on the doorknob. The room on the other side was grand and luxurious, black marble flooring and polished stone walls painted golden by the lights of a crystal chandelier that hung from above. It seemed to be a mixture of a bedroom and a gym with expensive looking equipment scattered around the space. On the walls were pictures that made heat creep up his face, all of him, tied, naked and helpless.

In the center of the room stood Theo, somehow even more handsome than the last time Cody had seen him. The muscles of his bare chest glistened wherever the light hit them. His eyes seemed of a darker, more piercing blue than before as he stared at Cody, smacking a riding crop on his palm, just enough to make sound.

“Hey, sir.” Cody mumbled, waving.

“Come here.” Theo said simply, beckoning the actor to stand next to him. “Spread your legs.” He commanded as soon as Cody reached his mark, pointing out the order with a light smack of the crop over his thighs. The man presented himself to Theo the best way he could think of, arms at his sides and eyes straight ahead. “Strip down to your underwear.”

Cody didn’t hesitate this time, something about the tone of Theo’s voice made him eager to obey every command, maybe it was the hunger he felt when looking at him. His shirt hit the floor first, confidence spiking when he caught Theo taking in every inch of exposed skin, his shorts and shoes followed shortly, the marble was cold under his bare feet.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

“Yes, sir.” Cody fell down, his knees wide apart. He arched his back slightly, not daring to look back as Theo made his way behind him. His body trembled when the crop went down over his ass but he knew better than to move. The thin stick of the toy was pressed sideways between his lips and Cody bit down, holding onto it.

He kept his mouth shut even as he felt Theo grab hold of his underwear, pulling it upwards until the fabric lodged itself in between his cheeks, exposing most of the skin of his ass. His cheeks were hit continuously by Theo’s palm, each strike coming harder and quicker until his skin was painted red, the delicious sting incredibly arousing. 

“Thank you, sir!” Cody cried out with every strike, grunting harder with every strike, his voice muffled by the attempt to hold onto the crop. Satisfied, Theo took a pair of scissors out of his pocket and used it to cut away at the underwear, the fabric tearing and falling to the ground beneath.

“Stand up.” 

Cody raised to his feet, his ass still feeling the heat of the paddle. He got back into what he had assumed was an appropriate position, staring blankly ahead. The crop was retrieved from his lips.

His cock throbbed from all of the attention, the pain and humiliation once again proving to be a huge turn on. Theo smacked his palm across the shaft, making the actor’s body quiver. Thick, skillful fingers circled his balls, squeezing them tightly. “Put your hands behind your head.”

“Yes, sir!” Cody obeyed, pursing his lips together to keep from screaming when Theo’s hand smacked lightly across his balls, small, soft hits that were more than enough to cause pain. He whimpered and screamed, struggling to remain in position and yet he said: “Thank you, sir!”

Theo let go but gave him no time to breathe as his hands moved quickly to hold the actor by his neck, keeping his gaze leveled as he whispered close to his ears, his breath hot against the skin. “How about we start training that throat.” 

“Yes, sir!” Cody grunted, his mouth watering at the thought. Although Theo grabbed him by the hair, the man fell to his knees on his own accord, not wanting to waste a single second.

Theo unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, his cock springing out of the fabric merely inches from Cody’s face. “There you go.” He muttered, pulling the man closer until his lips circled around the head. His hand pressed to the back of his head, forcing him further down without giving much time to adjust.

Cody gagged, the wet sound filling the room as he was allowed to pull away for merely a second before being driven back in, his head forcefully made to move up and down the shaft, hitting the back of his throat. Theo fucked his mouth, keeping a firm grip in his hair to keep him from moving as saliva dripped down his chin as he struggled to breathe, gagging a few more times. 

“We’re going to have to do something about that.” Theo said, pulling Cody out and forcing him to stare up until their gazes met. “You’re going to learn how to take cock one way or another.”

“Yes, sir, sorry, sir!” Cody spoke with his voice hoarse.

He was pulled back in and made to take every inch once again, his tongue shooting out in a clumsy attempt to explore more of it. His forehead was pressed against Theo’s crotch and he choked again but this time the grip on the back of his head kept him from pulling away. His eyes started to tear up, saliva drenching his chest but his throat was made to adjust.  “Yeah that’s it, breathe through your nose.”

Cody did as he was told, every second easing the pressure on his mouth. When Theo began moving again it had become easier, although he still struggled when the member hit the back of his throat. When he pulled away his face was completely wet.

“Let’s tie you up.” Theo said while pressing his fingers against Cody’s cheeks. 

Theo took barely over five minutes to completely restrain Cody. Placed underneath a pull-up bar he had his wrist tied on either side of his head to the metal above with his thighs and ankles bound to the posts on either side. “Open up.” Theo had called out at the end, forcing a red ballgag in his mouth and binding it tightly behind his head, a leather collar with a circular hook tied around his neck.

Now he stood in front of the actor, flogger in hands, eyes sparkling with lust. “Be quiet.” Theo growls, the flogger’s tails brushing lightly against Cody’s chest, teasing the skin.

The first swing sends the tails cracking against his pecks, the impact stinging the muscles and already leaving flush marks of red in its wake. Cody’s body jolts, unable to escape due to the binds. “Mmph!” He mumbles, doing his best to be quiet. He is struck again, striking his nipples and once more on his stomach.

The hits are relentless, quick sharp snaps becoming heavier thought out blows. Cody’s chest heaved as the leather bit into his skin, finding himself unable to stay still. “Keep it down.” Theo warned as his cries became louder while his body trembled still stuck in place. 

Theo makes his way behind the actor, removing his gag and throwing it aside. This time the swing comes down over his ass, the tails cracking even harder over his cheeks. His body jolts forward and Theo seizes the opportunity to grab his chin with his free hand, forcing his head still and pressing a finger inside his lips.

“I told you to shut the fuck up.”

Another hit is delivered, harder this time, cracking across both cheeks. Cody whimpers, the sound vibrating against the finger but does his best to comply. He is barely able to keep it together when a surprisingly hard smack comes in the sensitive curve where ass meets thigh. “Time to be fucked, boy.” Theo says finally, letting go of him.

If Cody thought he couldn’t move before it was because he didn’t understand the full extent of Theo’s ropework skills. He found himself with a harness weaved across his chest, pinning his upper arms to his sides and trying his wrists to his back. He was forced onto his knees with his ankles being bound to his upper thighs, keeping him from moving any muscle. Finally a larger clump of ropes was forced between his lips and tied behind his head.

And restrained he had to be to endure what Theo had in store for him. The man returned holding onto a zapping wand, electricity sparking over the tip as he tested it out in front of his eyes. The toy met the skin of Cody’s thighs and he squirmed and screamed to no avail. 

Every zap sent a jolt of electricity that seemed to take over his entire body, he could feel it all the way down to his toes. Theo held him by the back of the harness to keep him steady and tortured him with the device, most of the time he simply smacked the toy across his skin without actually activating it, basking in the way the actor reacted by the simple thought of what could happen. And when he activated it Cody would scream, the sounds muffled by the gag and yet loud. He would jump with fast, ragged breaths, his eyes pleading for mercy. 

Letting go of the toy, Theo moved behind him and took hold of the back of the harness, pushing him forward and holding onto it in a way in which his body bent forward. Cody whimpered, being held in place by Theo’s strength and knowing what was about to happen. 

Theo plunged inside of him, filling his insides in a single, deep thrust that caused the man’s body to convulse. Cody screamed as both pain and pleasure seared through his body, he was given no time to relax as a relentless pace settled in, every hit opening him up further.

Cody rode up and down the shaft, feeling his own cock throb every time his prostate was hit. He cried out and moaned as the rhythm became more and more intense, need and desire flashing through his skin.

Without ever removing himself from him Theo untied the rope that held his gag in place, letting it fall to the ground at the same time in which he lifted the boy up as if his weight meant nothing, flipping him onto his back.

“God, you’re so big.” Cody cried out, his face was a mess of redness and sweat, his eyes flaring with pure lust.

Theo opened his legs further, holding onto one of his feet as the new angle allowed him to drive even further inside, feeling as the man’s insides warped and pressed against his cock. Cody rolled his eyes, his toes flexing involuntarily from the pleasure that took hold.

When Theo’s hand wrapped around his cock Cody went wild, his moans becoming frantic as his eyes struggled to remain open. The feeling of submitting, of being made to do everything to please someone else alongside of having his prostate hit over and over again quickly became overwhelming. He whimpered, thrashed and screamed as his climax erupted, tinting his chest as every last drop was milked. His body trembled, weak, and he let out a gasp when Theo pulled out.

“Open up.” Theo ordered as he made his way towards Cody’s face, holding tightly onto his chin. His cock thrusted inside the boy’s mouth and this time he took it with more ease, his climax having relaxed the muscles from his entire body.

Theo grunted and Cody choked as hot liquid filled his tongue and was forced down his throat. He was spent, he was humiliated. He wanted more.

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“Guess you didn’t learn to keep your mouth shut from last time, did you?” Theo says as he walks into the underground suite where Milo Manheim found himself in. He was bound to a chair with all of his clothes still on, except for his shoes and socks, his bare feet scraping the floor beneath him. His ankles were bound to the chair’s legs and a rope harness crossed his chest, his wrists bound behind the back of the surface. 

“Mmfp!” Milo groaned against the duct tape that sealed his lips shut, his eyes flaring in defiance. Theo holds his head in place, fingers weaving through his hair and reaches out to remove the gag in one fast pull.  “Fuck you! I didn’t even say anything to him.”

Theo rolled his eyes, pulling harder until his head was pulled back. He uses his hand to cover the actor’s mouth once again. “I went easy on you last time but I’m not in a forgiving mood today so be fucking quiet.” Milo squirms, pressing his lips close together when Theo took his hand off, although his eyes still flared with hate.

“FUCK STOP!” Milo screamed when Theo grabbed the skin of his chest through the fabric of his shirt and pulled it hard. He pressed his thumb and fingers together, pinching the skin in between them. 

Theo lets go, reaching up to cover the actor’s mouth once again. “I won’t tell you again.”

Milo remains surprisingly quiet when the cold metal of a pair of scissors is pressed against the skin underneath his collarbone. The sound of his shirt tearing fills the room and with a few more cuts at the shoulders the fabric falls away entirely. 

Theo traces the line of the boy’s abs with his hand, feeling as his heartbeat quickened with every touch, the defiance in his gaze being unmasked by the reactions of his body. He still struggled against his binds, which only made them tighter against his skin.

“Oh hell no!” Milo thrashes his body as he watches Theo pick out a riding crop from a table that stood just below a picture of Milo screaming with a ballgag in his mouth, a constant reminder of his hours of torment during the initiation a few days back.

The leather tip smacked across his chest, sending a wave of searing pain down his body as his skin flushed where it had been hit. Milo’s screams in protest were met with an unamused look.

“Every time you speak I’ll make the next hit harder.” Theo announced and whipped the toy over his nipple. 

“Fuck!” Milo cried out in pain. 

The next hit came as promised, landing on his stomach with a loud hiss. The actor wanted to scream, to fight back, but he knew the only way to end the pain was obeying so, against what every nerve of his body told him to do, Milo pursed his lips, letting out only small grunts after a particular set of strong hits.

Theo set the crop beneath Milo’s chin, forcing him to look up. “Much better.” He held onto the crop as he bent down to lower the boy’s pants down to his ankles. Milo’s cock lined the fabric of his underwear, already hard. He felt as it was cupped, the pressure against the sensitive area making his toes curl. “I’m starting to think you enjoy being punished.”

“Fuck Y-” Milo’s words were cut short when a hand came to rest over his lips, keeping him in silence as his cock was rubbed with a firm, almost punitive grip. The fabric quickly became a torture device as he craved for more, he had to feel the warmth of Theo’s skin. 

He almost groaned in pleasure when his underwear was finally cut off, his cock springing free, already dripping precum. Theo pulled it upwards, stroking with firm, constant pulls that drove every nerve to insanity. 

Milo’s breath hitched when he felt the cool, firm texture of the leather crop pressing down on his member but to his surprise when he was hit it wasn’t pain that he felt, it was need. The way the strikes were delivered was meticulous, made to drag out every sensation. He struggled to keep his knees spread but somehow managed too, knowing too well that the moment they closed, he would simply have them tied apart.

“More,” The word came out with a soft whimper. Theo ignored it, instead he went back to the table, this time returning with a leather band. “What is that?”

Theo didn’t respond, instead he kneeled down in front of him, taking his balls in hands and pulling them down enough to tie the band around them, strapping it tightly around them. He hooked a finger on a circular opening at the free end of the toy and used it to tug Milo’s balls down.

“Oh fuck!” Milo screamed as pain surged through him. Theo’s touch was light but his movements were enough to drag out every sensation, the tightness around the hyper-sensitive area quickly becoming unbearable. “What the-” The actor was silenced with a stern look and had to watch in horror as a small weight was attached to the band, following that up with two more. Theo let go, the weights being made to swing around for a while, making the boy flinch and scream. 

Theo reached for the man’s cock, his fingers drenched in lube as he started to slowly pump his fists. Milo’s moans fell somewhere between pain and need as each stroke brought him closer to his climax but also made the weights shake violently beneath. 

“Oh, I’m going to cum!” He whimpered, his toes flexing against the floor as he felt the heat of his climax take hold, he knew he was only seconds away from it. “NO FUCK, AAAH” He screamed when Theo let go at the last second, hitting his palm over the weights instead.

After he was unbound, Milo had his wrists handcuffed behind him. “Kneel.” Theo had said after he was made to stand in front of the table where his picture was framed above. A firm set of ropes was looped around his ankles, tying them to the table’s legs and his head was forced down so that his cheek pressed against the cold surface ahead.

Theo made sure to be in the actor’s field of view as he removed his clothes, giving him enough time to appreciate the view before making his next move. He saw as desire flared up in Milo’s eyes as they fell upon his cock. 

This time it didn’t feel as if he wanted to defy, he parted his lips the moment Theo approached, taking the cock in his mouth without hesitation. It was hard to do it whilst reminding himself to keep his face against the table and yet he seemingly managed to. He took every inch with hunger, his tongue lashing out to lick the searing skin of the shaft.

He swallowed it entirely, adjusting his throat around it as necessary. His breath came out ragged but he didn’t pull away for a second, doing his best to lick Theo’s balls as he reached the base. Milo’s cock throbbed in satisfaction when he managed to pull out a moan from his owner. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath the moment Theo pulled away from him.

Milo kept his head down even as he felt the thick, leather tails of a flogger being draped over his back. He held his breath, his body tensing as he prepared himself for the impact. The tails crack sharply across the actor’s back, the impact stinging every muscle and immediately setting them ablaze. He bites back a scream, eyes squeezing shut.

Another strike is delivered across his lower back, sharper than the one before. Milo bites his lip, stifling a sound, but he screams when a third hit comes down, targeting the skin just above his ass, the leather biting deep.

Theo’s eyes narrow and swings the flogger harder, cracking viciously across Milo’s ass, reddening the cheeks instantly. The actor screams, loud and desperate, granting him an even harsher strike. The next time he is hit he breaks down, his bravado making way to a soft whimper. “Please!”

“Good boy.” Theo says, setting the flogger aside. 

“Fuck,” Milo’s breathes out as he settles down onto his new position. This time Theo had led him to the bed and gotten him to grab his leg. Intricate ropework was weaved across his lower members, tying his ankles to his thighs and further immobilizing him by attaching the spots just below his knee to the one just above, keeping his legs bent. His wrists were tied to the same ropes, keeping them pressed against his body.

Metal nipple clamps pinched his chest and his cock had been trapped inside a sort of electric device. It kept his balls separated from the shaft, the base pressed firmly in between two surfaces that were screwed together in a way that only the head stuck out.

Milo watched in shock as Theo deliberately pressed conducting rods to the metal screws. Electricity surged through his body as the toy came to life, the constant humming mixing with the boy’s moans. His hole clenched as the frequency was turned up, his toes curling incessantly. 

“How does it feel?” Theo asked, playing with the frequency. 

“I don’t know!” Milo cried out, his cock still trapped in the device. “It’s good, I think!” The metal clamps drove the torment further, igniting his every muscle with the soft shock waves that travelled across his body. His screams became frantic, louder, desperate. 

Theo turned off the device, covering Milo’s mouth with one hand to keep him quiet as he freed his cock from its torment. The actor groaned when the pleasure was relieved, only to go back to squirming once the clamps were pulled off, his nipples left swollen. 

The soles of his feet rested over Theo’s stomach as he adjusted his position in between Milo’s legs. The boy’s ass practically opened itself up in expectation once Theo’s cock pressed against it, his eyes rolled back, a loud moan erupting as soon as the grip on his mouth eased and his insides were filled.

“Oh, FUCK!” Milo cried out as the cock stretched his insides, reaching deeply inside of him without regard. Theo’s rhythm was relentless, banging him harder with every thrust that forced him to take every last inch. His face contorted in pleasure, barely managing to keep his eyes open. 

His toes pressed against Theo’s nipples, teasing the spot with every involuntary convulsion caused by the overwhelming pleasure that took over his senses. “OH MY GOD, YES!” Milo cried out the second he felt fingers wrapping around his cock.

Theo kept a punishing pace, matching it in both his thrusts and hands as he pumped Milo’s cock with a firm, relentless grip. Milo moaned, shattered as his prostate was hit. His eyes no longer showed anger, instead they were filled with need and submission. They begged for release, begged for more.

And that look was enough for Theo to understand that he had won, his subject had been properly tamed. And so he kept going, picking up the pace until Milo’s body convulsed under him, his cock throbbing as cum shot out of it, dripping over his own stomach and drenching Theo’s hand. 

The sight of him, broken and subdued, was enough to bring Theo to his own climax and with a final thrust he too finished, shooting the warm liquid inside. “I knew you had it in you to be a good little slut.” 

Milo just whimpered when Theo pulled out.

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“Kneel.” Theo commands. Tyler Posey reluctantly falls down to the ground. He had been ordered to strip down to his underwear and led down to the underground levels of the hotel where he was thrown inside a suite whose walls were filled with pictures of him. Anywhere else he would’ve found that to be weird yet after spending weeks inside the cuffs he learned to find that sort of thing endearing. He had met dozens of boys inside these walls, subs just like him, and yet their dom seemed to care about each of them individually. Besides, there was something hot about being fucked while staring at a picture of yourself tied up and helpless, he thought.

Now he knelt in between Theo’s legs, who sat on a velvet throne looking seat located at the center of the room. He was naked, and the sight of him made Tyler’s mouth water. Luckily for him the next command was everything he wished for. “Suck.” 

Tyler dove in, parting his lips to take Theo’s cock. He pressed his face down, testing how much he could take down his throat, not enough. Still he did his best to please, taking as much as he could, pulling up to lick the head and swirl his tongue over the shaft. Theo grunted, staring down at him with mild interest.

Theo grabbed the actor by the back of his head, forcing him further down until his nose was pressed against his crotch. Tyler choked, his eyes watering, but the grip was firm, keeping him in place until his throat adjusted to the intrusion. “So many of you have such long ways to go before learning how to properly suck cock.” Theo spoke nonchalantly, pulling Tyler back.

He bent down to kiss him, hand hovering over his neck and squeezing as their lips clashed together in a hungry rhythm. Theo controlled the kiss, biting the man’s lower lip and exploring his mouth with his tongue. He felt when Tyler groaned the moment his underwear was swiftly removed by Theo’s foot, allowing his cock to spring free. 

Theo got up, pulling the boy with him. He gave him one last searing kiss before whispering in his ear. “Bend over the chair.”

Tyler moaned at those words, his knees quickly finding themselves pressed against the cushioned seat, his chest pressed against the back of the chair as he arched his back as much as he possibly could. 

He stared ahead at a picture of himself strung up and leaking precum from his last session and his arousal grew further once Theo knelt behind him, spreading his cheeks and lashing his tongue out. Theo delivered wet, firm licks to his ass, tracing the rim and pushing inside just enough to cause him to want more. 

Tyler felt his entire body light up once Theo delivered a series of smacks to his ass, leaving red marks in the shape of his hand. “Let’s get you tied up.” Theo bent over him to whisper, his cock pressing lightly against the stimulated entrance. 

Having been half dragged upwards and placed against a wall, Tyler had his wrists and ankles tied in a spread eagle to posts on either side of him. He tested the binds, knowing too well that there was no escape anymore, and that turned him on.

Theo pressed a bamboo rod over his nipples, delivering a sharp smack that caused his body to shudder and a soft moan to escape his lips. The toy was driven down his body, hitting his thighs until they shook.

“That feels-” Tyler moaned. 

“Shhh.” Theo snapped the rod down his chest again, tracing every tattoo with the tip.

Another smack across his chest left a red mark on its wake and Tyler tried to look down at it, only for the rod to be pressed beneath his chin, forcing his head up. He looked at Theo with need taking over his gaze, his lips parting as the bamboo was placed sideways in between them, his tongue lashed out, circling the toy. 

Theo kept striking him repeatedly over the chest, arms and thighs and although every hit made his skin more sensitive he didn’t scream. It hurt, obviously, but Tyler seemed delighted by it, he smiled and moaned with every new hit, every marked spot seemingly making him more aroused. 

“Shit-” He moaned when Theo hit his crotch, just above his cock. He bit down his lip, eyes rolling to the back of his head. 

Theo replaced the rod with a flogger, the tails cracking across his chest and thighs in continuous hits that painted his skin red. His body slouched against the binds, losing strength and yet when he looked at Theo all he said was: “It’s so fucking good.”

Theo lashed out a series of lighter hits across his cock, the tails dancing over the hard shaft and pulling it down, Tyler groaned, his thighs trembling and finally after one hard hit to his stomach his breath became ragged as pain flared through.  Theo grabbed him by the chin, tilting his head up and descending upon his lips in a hungry, hot kiss. “Keep your head up.”

Theo delivered three more hits, each one harder than the one before and by the last one Tyler’s body was shaking, every muscle down to his toes shuddering by the impact. “God, that feels so good!” He cried out in a whimper.

Theo ran his fingers over the sensitive skin, drawing out the torment whilst soothing the pain, His fingers laced around the nipples, feeling them harden under the touch. He reached upwards, thumb probing inside his lips. “What do you say we strung you up?”  

Tyler’s eyes flared up.

Tyler had been made to lay on the ground as Theo quickly reworked his binds, tying his wrists together in front of him, looping some rope around his waist and to the back of his knees, tying all of the loose ends to a hook that hung from the ceiling. Secured, the hook was raised and Tyler’s body lifted off the ground.

Theo walked over towards his head, keeping a hand around the back of his neck to steady him. Tyler’s lips parted as Theo’s cock was forced inside. The new position took any control away from the actor who was made to simply take as his throat was trained. 

He choked a lot the first few tries, his eyes watering as his throat closed around the member. But Theo was relentless, he didn’t care, he kept his grip firm, forcing himself further down and holding Tyler in place. 

Tyler learned to breathe through his nose, making it easier to take more of it, if it was anyone else he’d probably be able to swallow with ease but Theo was much bigger than the average person. Still he did the best that he could, licking the head and sucking the shaft in decent intervals. Theo bit down on his lip, silencing a grunt. 

Tyler gasped for air, breathing hoarsely when Theo let go of his head. Instead he picked up a leather paddle and made his way down to his feet.

Theo grabbed the actor’s ankle, keeping his foot steady as he brushed his lips over the sole, licking the sensitive skin before making his way up to the toes, sucking each of them in his mouth, tongue lashing out to lick the spots in between. Tyler moaned, his cock throbbing harder. The mouth, however, was replaced by the firm, loud smack of the paddle hitting him across the sole. Tyler bit down his lips, his toes flexing as the assault continued.

The paddle made its way down to his ass, with Theo not bothering to hit the cheeks, instead he swung the toy down between them, the sharp sting hitting the hole. “Oh, thank you!” Tyler cried out, his body trembling with every hit. “Can you fuck me?” 

Theo smiled at that, the pure need in his voice was enough of a prize. He set the paddle aside, placing himself in between Tyler’s thighs and grabbing his waist. Moans filled the room when Theo entered his hole, the position allowing him easy access.

Tyler’s eyes rolled back as pleasure surged through, he couldn’t contain any of his sounds as he became one with his owner, he felt as Theo’s cock filled him in entirely, reaching deeper than anything ever had, spreading him wide open. “Oh my god. Oh my fucking god.”

Theo didn’t stop, lifting the actor’s legs further up and keeping him wide open. His thrust hit harder, faster, hitting the prostate with every move in this angle. He didn’t even have to touch Tyler before his body began trembling, he watched in awe as his cock began to leak, his moans becoming loud whimpers as he came all over himself.

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Josh had spent the last week prancing around the hotel in awe of all it had to offer, he took advantage of the spa and gym almost every day, chatting with some other guests in the meantime, even scoring a few friendships that were bound to develop into something more. He still couldn’t believe that his plan had worked out, well… close to it. He had been caught, of course, and made to pay for it but, to live in a place like this? It was worth it.

That’s when he found himself getting dragged down to the underground once more. Julian had caught him leaving the pool and not even given him the time to get dressed before snapping his wrists in handcuffs and half-dragging him down the elevator. 

That’s how he found himself inside the same chamber in which his initiation took place, his breath caught at the sight of the suspended chair, memories of hours of stimulation and torment rushing in. And he didn’t have to imagine it, the walls were filled with pictures from that day, of him, naked, helpless. And here he was, in his speedos, waiting for more.

Theo joined him shortly after, locking the door behind him. “I like what you did with the place.” Josh smirked.

“Don’t worry, there’s plenty of space left for memories of everything else I have planned for you.” Theo yanked the singer backwards by the handcuffs so that his back pressed flush against his owner’s chest.

Theo reached his hand around, fingers pressing down on his thighs and snaking inside the speedos, he grabbed Josh’s cock, forcing out a whimper from the boy as his member became harder under the touch.

Theo pulled the speedos down and Josh kicked them aside, his body arching with every touch. His cock hardened fully almost instantly, ragged breaths being pulled out with every firm pump delivered to his member. 

The attention shifted to his balls as they were grabbed and pulled harshly. Josh cried out, his body trying to follow Theo’s hand as pain took over. He screamed.

“Calm the fuck down and stop squirming like a little bitch.” Theo snapped, his breath hot against the musician’s ear.

“Ok!” He whispered.

Theo brought his attention back to the cock, fingers pressing over the head and spreading the precum before sliding down the shaft. He kept working on it, keeping his pace unpredictable until Josh’s breathing became faster, pleasure taking over. Theo pulled away, leaving the boy craving for a finishing touch that wouldn’t arrive anytime soon.

Theo made his way to a nearby table, picking up a spider gag. “Open up.” he said, forcing the toy between Josh’s lips before he could even think of protesting. The was tied behind his head, keeping his lips wide open.

Theo went back behind him, grabbing his cock and stroking it once more, pulling it upwards and picking up the pace until the boy’s moans escalated. “That’s it, shoot it.” He whispered. Josh cried out something that sounded awfully like he was about to cum and so Theo pulled away.

Josh was forced down to his knees and made to face Theo who kicked off his pants and underwear with ease, watching as his submissive’s eyes fell upon his member for the first time, a mixture of lust and fear flashing across his expression.

Theo pressed Josh’s head sideways against his thigh. “Stick your tongue out.” He commanded and pressed his cock down the tip of his tongue, having him lick the head and shaft before plunging the entire length inside his mouth.

The gag made it an easy process and Josh had no escape other than to swallow every last inch. He choked on it on the very first attempt but quickly learned how to adjust. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking it tightly. His tongue swirled around the shaft, licking the base and making its way up to the head, groaning as it hit the back of his throat.

“Get up.” Theo called out, plunging himself deep one last time before pulling out, watching as saliva dripped down the man’s throat. 

Josh was dragged towards the bed where his wrists and ankles were bound higher up in the posts, keeping his limbs suspended. He groaned when his insides were spread open by Theo who kneeled in between his legs, plunging himself deep into him. 

The position left him helpless as he was fucked harder than he ever had been before, each thrust seemed meticulous, enough to send a jolt of pleasure down every muscle of his body. He moaned, his cock throbbing untouched as he took it balls deep.

His hands grabbed onto the ropes for support as his body was driven into the mattress, his insides stretching to accommodate every inch of Theo’s member. He slammed his hips into him, holding him by the throat, driving him insane. 

“Oh fuck, aaah.” Josh cried out, his whimpers and moans growing louder with every thrust. Theo covered his mouth with his hand, keeping up a fast pace while muffling the screams that had become way too intense.

Josh whimpered when Theo pulled out, his entire body craving for more. His limbs felt limb as they began to be untied, he was given just enough time to situate himself before being flipped onto his stomach. 

Theo handcuffed the musician’s hands to his back, pulling his ass up by the hips and ordering him to keep his cheek pressed to the bed. He held onto the boy’s tied wrists as he entered him once again.

His hole was tight and the position proved to be a more challenging one, he felt himself being stretched open mercilessly, pleasure and pain surging through. The angle, however, was perfect for Josh to have his prostate hit by the cock, making him squeal as he felt more sensitive than he ever had before.

A series of smacks fell upon his cheeks, instantly reddening the soft skin as his hole was destroyed. Josh screamed from the dual assault, causing Theo to go even harder on him. “Shut the fuck up.” 

Theo flipped Josh around once again, lifting one of his legs up and spreading him wide to fuck his hole once again. Josh’s eyes were wet with tears, his lips parted in a continuous moan. He was fucked long and hard until his voice felt hoarse from all the screaming. 

Trying to keep himself centered, Theo shifted his attention away to Josh’s foot that rested over his shoulder. The run his nails down the sole, watching the boy twitch in his exhausted state. He took it in his mouth, licking the soles and sucking each toe, running his tongue in between them. Josh’s toes curled in his mouth as every sensation seemed to be overwhelming.

When Theo’s attention returned to his hole he adjusted his position to hit the prostate once again, this time while stroking Josh’s throbbing cock. “Fuck I’m going to-” He couldn’t even finish speaking before his body started convulsing, thick ropes of cum splashing his stomach and chest, soaking his nipples. Theo thrusted inside of him a few more times, slow, hard movements made to drag out every last drop.

Josh’s hole clenched around him and the sight of his sub destroyed in front of him was enough to bring Theo close to his own climax, he pulled out, groaning as his cum shot from his cock, mixing with Josh’s.

“Can’t believe I’ve never been fucked before,” Josh said weakly. 

“Well, you’re going to get fucked a lot in here.”

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Nick Jonas

Nick Jonas struggled against the binds that kept him strapped to a metal beam displayed in the center of a suite in the underground levels of the hotel. He and his brothers had been dragged out of their room in the middle of the night, one by one having their hands tied behind their backs and being plunged into darkness by blindfolds tied around their heads. 

They had been led down an elevator and what Nick assumed to be seemingly endless hallways. Darkness surrounded him, his bare feet touching the cold stone from the floor that felt a lot rougher against his skin than the polished marble from the levels above from which he had gotten used to. He heard his brother’s breaths next to him and suspected that like him they had been told to remain quiet, a firm hand on the back of his neck guided him while applying just enough pressure to show control.

He heard a loud creak from what he assumed was a large door, his feet found carpet. His back had been pressed against a surface so cold he felt it through his shirt. His hands had been untied and quickly rebound behind the pillar with leather straps going over and under his pecks and circling the metal, keeping him tethered in place. 

Nick’s breath hitched when hands found the sides of his face, reaching for the blindfold. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the dim orange light that came from a chandelier that dangled above him. Theo stood shirtless in front of him, his muscles glistening under the glow. The walls were filled with pictures of him and his brothers taken during their initiation, naked and bound, like a private gallery of their deepest needs and desires.

Kevin and Joe were in the corner of the room, they had been brought to their knees with wrists and ankles tied together to keep them from moving. Although the blindfolds were off their lips had been invaded by ball gags, red for Joe and black for Kevin. Their eyes were wide as they stared helplessly at Nick.

“Three is a lot, don’t you think?” Theo said as if he could read Nick’s thoughts. His finger grazed the singer’s nipple from above the shirt. “I could, of course, take you on at the same time but… It wouldn’t be half as fun to have to divide my attention that much. After all, I’m here to test what makes each of you tick…” He flicked his thumb over the hardened bud, making Nick shudder, his pajamas suddenly becoming a little too tight. 

“I’ll take care of them next,” He said, turning to look at the other two for a split second. “But you… I’ll break you first.”

“Good luck with that.” Nick spat, puffing his chest out as much as he possibly could against the binds. He forced a boyish smile to take over his expression although the corner of his lips quivered under the brightness of Theo’s stare.

“I don’t need luck.” Theo took a pair of sharp, metal scissors from his back pocket. The sound of fabric tearing filled the room, the cold air hit Nick’s chest the moment his shirt fell to the ground, he looked ahead to see that he was in front of the AC unit, a slight torture that he thought for sure was something meticulously planned. 

Theo’s hands found his chest again and this time he wasn’t careful. He took both nipples in his fingers, pressing hard against them, tugging the skin forward until red marks formed themselves. Nick cursed under his breath, a low grunt escaping his throat. 

The pants were the next to go, trained fingers undid the buttons and the thin fabric slid down his legs, pooling at his ankles before being fully removed. Nick winked when the man took a step back to take in the sight, trying to keep any ounce of control he could muster.

“You’re moving too much.” Theo shook his head.

“So what?” Nick marked his response by attempting to wriggle free once again.

Theo rolled his eyes, walking towards a nearby cabinet and returning with another set of straps. He walked behind the pole, fingers gliding over Nick’s sides, up the back of his neck and weaving through locks of his hair before yanking it back. The singer’s scalp ached, the pressure deliciously painful. “Settle down.”

Nick refused to respond but stopped attempting to escape nonetheless, he knew the binds were too tight for him to go anywhere but he enjoyed the look in Theo’s eyes when he was defied. It would be a lot harder now, however, considering two extra sets of binds were put in place, pulling his upper thighs and ankles together, pressed firmly against the pole.

Satisfied, Theo kneeled in front of him and slapped his thigh, the sharp sting of his hand waking Nick’s body further. The artist bit his lip, swallowing a moan once his cock was groped through his underwear. He wouldn’t give Theo the satisfaction of hearing him, not yet.

His body, however, had other plans. He stiffened almost immediately, growing against Theo’s touch until precum wet the fabric that hid his needs. “Take it off already.” He muttered. 

Theo raised to his feet, reaching out to cover  Nick’s lips with his hand, pressing his head back against the metal behind. “Shut the fuck up.” He snapped, eyes blazing with control as he reached down again, fingers gliding through his abs and slipping inside the waistband of the underwear.

It wasn’t what Nick had asked for and it wasn’t nearly enough, still the touch was electrifying. Every nerve of his body ached for more, his eyes rolled. Luckily Theo’s hand muffled the groan that he failed to contain, it vibrated against his palm and it seemed to be enough for him. 

The strokes were slow, the touch featherlight, the perfect balance between pleasure and torture. The underwear kept him confined, unable to feel as much as he wished he could. And that’s why his eyes lit up with lust the moment he felt the cold metal of the scissors pressed against his thigh, the dull side climbing up his leg before finding the fabric and tearing it apart. 

His cock swinged up at full force the moment it was freed, like a baseball bat. It tilted upwards, almost touching his stomach. His toes flexed against the carpet when fingers laced around the base, he bit his lip.

“Fuck!” He screamed when instead of strokes, his member was met with a hard slap. It swung around painfully, the hardness making it incredibly sensitive. He tried to move away when the second hit came but the binds kept him from turning. “Stop it!”

“I’ll stop once you quit the act…” Theo said, another slap. “When you do this for as long as I have you learn how to pick up on a thing or two.” Another hit, harder this time. “Your eyes flare with defiance but you shiver under every touch, groaning, fighting back whimpers every time one of the binds dig into your skin. Your mask isn’t as good as you think it is, I can see the horny little slut who would come undone at the thought of finding someone who had the guts to make you submit.”

Nick opened his mouth, ready to dismiss what he knew was the truth, but something in the way Theo’s eyes seemed to see right through him ignited a need inside of him that he had been hiding for as long as he could remember. Another slap came down, his body shivered. “Have mercy, please.”

Theo laughed. “Already? We’re only just starting.” His fingers traced the vein on the singer’s neck before gripping his chin in a thigh squeeze. “You won’t get mercy, you will take everything and thank me for it.” Despite that he didn’t hit Nick again.

Nick forced back a whimper when he watched Theo lower himself to his knees in front of him, their eyes met for a split second and even in a more compromising position, Theo’s still exhaled control. He gripped the singer’s balls, tugging and squeezing at them.

And then his lips were around the head, hot and wet as they took every inch with practiced ease. Nick moaned, unable to control himself this time and Theo kept going. He licked the shaft, teasing the head with the tip of his tongue before swallowing it entirely again. His cheeks hollowed and Nick felt as if the air had left his lungs.

Theo’s head went all the way down, keeping the cock inside as his nose brushed against Nick’s trimmed pubes. “Oh god, I’m going to-” The singer cried out, his hips thrusting involuntarily as pleasure built through. 

Theo pulled away immediately, cleaning the saliva with the back of his hand, a wicked smile taking over his swollen lips. “Let’s switch things up.”

Nick’s body slouched the moment the straps were removed, he took a step away from the pole, stealing a quick glance at Joe and Kevin who had settled down, watching the scene ahead of them with interest. They seemed to enjoy watching Nick suffer. I can’t wait until it is their turn. He thought to himself. 

But he was given no time to dwell on that thought. “Kneel” Theo’s order was met with a soft kick to the back of his knees that made Nick lose balance and fall in position. He opened his mouth to complain but the weight of a collar being placed around his neck silenced him. A leash was attached to it and the singer felt as if he would collapse, it shouldn’t feel so right, he thought. But it did.

A firm tug on the leash made him fall to the ground, his hands pressed against the carpet. He arched his back as much as he could and Theo seemed pleased by it and the look of satisfaction in his eyes was incredible. 

Nick remained in position, eyes straight ahead, watching hungrily as his owner removed his remaining clothes. The artist’s breath came in quick succession, his heart beating even faster at the sight of Theo, bare in front of him, and he finally understood how someone could carry themselves in that way, with such control, confidence and power… He was the most insanely beautiful person Nick had ever seen, his muscles seemed to be sculpted by a god and his cock, it was long and thick and perfect like the rest of him.

Theo yanked the leash. “Suck.” His voice was filled with amusement, as if he could tell exactly what Nick had been thinking.

The singer parted his lips, sticking his tongue out as he licked the head before taking it all in. He had sucked cocks before, he knew what he was doing and still it didn’t feel like it was enough to impress. He lapped his tongue around the shaft, choking when it assaulted the back of his throat, tears formed in his eyes but he didn’t care, he kept at it, licking and sucking until his breath ran out.

“Please fuck my mouth,” He whimpered, his voice garbled against the length. He could barely take it all when he was in control but he wanted to leave an impression, he didn’t want to have control.

Theo’s grip on the leash tightened, he smiled more fondly this time. And then he started thrusting, his hips slammed forward in hard, quick movements that assaulted Nick’s lips. The artist choked and cried as breathing became harder, and he loved every second of it. His throat adjusted to the invasion, his cheeks hollowed as it became progressively easier. He had his mouth trained and loved every second of it.

Theo groaned, a delicious sound that made heat run through every vein of Nick’s body. “Let’s check that ass out.” Theo said, pulling Nick’s head back. 

Nick had been taken to the bed, his hands had been tied to the bedposts above his head and ropes circled just above his knees and tied themselves to the same spot, keeping his legs bent and his ass exposed.

The time it took for him to be repositioned caused his cock to soften slightly which seemed to be Theo’s plan all along as he used the opportunity to slide a metal ring down it. It tightened itself over the base of his cock and balls. Nick groaned as Theo pumped his cock to full hardness once again.

“Mfph!” Nick moaned as Theo picked up a bottle of lube and poured a generous amount over his palm. His fingers were wet and slick while they spread the material over the singer’s hole, applying just enough pressure to be felt.

“Relax.” It was a command, but Theo’s voice was softer than usual. Nick took a deep breath, relaxing his muscles when the first finger entered. He’s had fingers inside of him before, his own, other people’s, but this felt different… more intimate. He moaned while his insides were stretched, a second finger probed inside, curling enough to massage him in ways he didn’t think possible. His eyes were fixed on Theo’s face, pleading. 

When the fingers were pulled out he whimpered, wanting more. His feelings were responded quickly when Theo pulled out a thick, metal plug attached to a device by what seemed to be conductive cables. He made sure to keep it in front of his face while lubing it up.

The object was inserted and Nick’s body arched against the mattress. It was cold and big and seemed to drive deeper and deeper, attacking his every nerve. Theo eased it in until it was completely lodged inside. 

“Keep your legs spread.” Theo said, letting go of the plug and reaching for the box it was attached to. “Ready?”

Nick nodded desperately and the loud hum of electricity took over the room as the equipment was turned on. The singer screamed as the volts hit his every nerve, tickling his senses and setting his body aflame. The metal ring around his cock amped up the feeling, it was like nothing he had experienced before, it was painful and yet the way his body convulsed and flexed felt immaculate. 

His toes curled against the mattress, his fingers circling the ropes that kept him in place, desperate for anything to ground him as he was quickly overwhelmed. He looked at Theo who seemed delighted by the scene, he could barely think and yet: “Turn it up.”

Theo almost roared when he said that and Nick felt pleased enough to endure the jolts inside of him with more ease. He felt as if his body was on the brink of collapse, which was only made worse, no, better , when fingers laced around his cock and began stroking him with slow, firm pumps.

Theo wore a rubber glove so he wasn’t affected by the shocks as he continued to drag out every touch, squeezing the head and gliding down the shaft until Nick was panting. His body was a mess, he was exhausted but it wasn’t enough, not until he was completely broken. “Fuck me,” He whimpered, pouting his lips and trying to look as submissive as he possibly could.

“No.” Theo said but there was warmth in his voice, a challenge. 

“Please,” Nick whined, thrusting his hips to meet Theo’s grip. “I’m sorry I talked back to you earlier, you were right I just need someone to take me, to use me… I want to be marked, controlled, owned . I need it to be you, I need you to destroy me.”

“That’s better,” Theo said with a wicked smile, one that ignited a flame in Nick’s chest.

The toy was turned off and Theo carefully removed both the plug and the cock ring, setting them on the side while he positioned himself in between the singer’s legs. He placed his hands on the back of the boy’s knees, lifting his legs up further until they rested against his shoulder. 

“Oh my- FUCK” Nick cried out when Theo buried inside of him with one careless thrust. Pain flared through his body as he convulsed. The intrusion was sudden, going deeper than any toy could reach. But that’s what Nick wanted, what he begged for.

So he bit his lip as the pain slowly died off, replaced by uncontrollable pleasure. Theo had a perfect control of his own body, thrusting methodically, reaching deeper until the skin of his thighs hit Nick’s ass. The sound of flesh on flesh was loud, delicious.

The singer’s body arched, trying to feel every inch as it pounded against his prostate. His cock throbbed, pressed against his chest, leaking uncontrollably. His moans meshed together with Theo’s low, delicious grunts in a symphony of desire.

Theo didn’t stop for a second, his stamina something to be envied, his movements were fluid, trained to hit every weak spot. His attention turned as he lifted Nick’s right foot closer to his face, his breath was hot against the skin. 

“Oh, fuck yes!” Nick’s eyes rolled to the back of his head once his toes curled inside his owner’s lips. Theo sucked each of them, his tongue hot and wet as it traced in between them before licking down the sole. 

His other hand reached for Nick’s cock and a few strokes were enough to get him to the brink again as his entire body was stimulated at the same time. Pleasure surged through and he convulsed, every muscle trembling as cum spilled from his cock, staining his chest, chin and pooling at the mattress. His eyes struggled to remain open as every last drop was dragged out.

Theo had let go of his foot, focusing only on thrusting while he stroked Nick’s cock in the same incessant rhythm. The man rolled his eyes back, a guttural sound escaping his throat and when Nick felt his insides filling up with a searing hot liquid he thought he was in heaven. 

Theo pulled out and Nick whimpered at the exit, already craving for it again. He leaned forward, brushing his lips to the singer’s in an exhausted, heated kiss. “I can always see through the bullshit.” He whispered, softly.

“Thankfully.” Nick returned the kiss once again.

Theo pulled away, cleaning himself off as he turned to the other two boys who now leaned against each other, sweat dripping down their faces. “Your turn.” He said with a smirk.

Theo made quick work of Nick’s binds, letting his body fall against the mattress before quickly securing him spread-eagle with looser knots done only to keep him from going anywhere.

Kevin and Joe Jonas

Joe Jonas whimpered against the gag that filled his mouth. His body was tense, ropes biting into the skin of his wrists and ankles as they were secured together, keeping him stuck to his knees as he was made to watch as Theo took on his brother. He had never seen Nick break that way, there was something behind his exhausted eyes that sent a pang down Joe’s chest, it seemed to be… fulfilment?

Kevin found himself next to him, wide eyed as their shoulders pressed together in an urge for comfort. He had been quiet the entire time but the desire in his expression was undeniable. Their breaths caught once Theo approached, already naked. His body glistened under the orange light, sweating from what he’d done with Nick and yet he didn’t seem tired, in fact he looked ready for more.

Both brothers stretched their jaws the moment the gags were removed, their throats were dry and numb from having been restrained for over an hour. Theo’s touch lingered on their faces and their hearts skipped a beat.

“Can you just take it easy with us?” It was Kevin who spoke first, his voice barely above a whimper. Theo stared at him, pondering for a moment before gripping the man’s hair and yanking his head back until their gazes met.

“I didn’t tell you to speak.” Was all he said.

Theo walked away for a moment, reaching for two sets of leather blindfolds. When he returned he made sure Joe was watching as he slipped the item over his brother’s face, it covered his eyes and nose with only two small holes at the nostrils to help him breathe. He moved to the younger sibling who cursed under his breath as he was plunged into darkness. It was strapped both behind and on top of their heads.

Their hands remained tied together at their backs even when the ropes around their ankles were freed. Theo hauled them to their feet, their socks scraping the stone below. “Fix your posture and spread your legs.” 

Cold air hit their skin, the sound of fabric being shredded filling their ears as their shirts were cut away. The blindfolds made it so their other senses became heightened and both brothers shivered in anticipation. Their breaths hitched once they each had a rope harness weaved across their chests. Their skin was tugged lightly when the ropes were attached to a hook that hung from the ceiling.

“What are-” Joe jumped when he felt his leg being pulled off the floor. 

“Shut the fuck up.” Theo snapped, proceeding to remove the boy’s socks. His toes grazed the floor, flexing under the cold. They were big with a slight left curve. His pants were the next to go, sliding down his thighs until he stood only in a pair of white underwear, his cock already marking the fabric.

Kevin seemed to know better than to protest as the attention was turned on him. His foot was smaller than both his brothers but his thick thighs more than made up for it. Theo felt as he shivered under every touch, his member pressed against thigh black briefs.

Theo kneeled in front of them, fingers gliding over their legs, up their thighs until he reached for their cocks from above the underwear. Both brothers groaned once pressure was applied to their weak spots, coaxing them to hardness. His hands were efficient, trained to drag out every sensation until the fabric became a prison as they throbbed and leaked.

Kevin was the first to feel relief when his underwear was cut off, his cock sprung up. “Thank you.” He moaned softly. Theo grazed his fingers over the shaft, causing him to whimper, but he had no plans for delivering any pleasure at this time. 

Instead he circled the guitarist, hands reaching for his ass. He pressed and spread the cheeks, feeling the hard muscle tremble under his touch. The man leaned forward instinctively,  grunting as a firm hand slapped over his ass, hard enough to leave a mark. 

“Oh shit-” He cried out when his hole was stretched. He felt as the pressure gave way once Theo’s lubed finger pressed inside. It started off slow at first, teasing pulls that seemed to heighten his senses, soon he was taking it knuckles deep, moaning as his insides were massaged. He craved for more, his thoughts clouded by need.

“Your turn.” Theo called out, stepping away from Kevin who made a low sound of disappointment.

Joe’s underwear hit the floor and he kicked it away, his cock still throbbed, heavier than his brother. It hadn't been stimulated for a few minutes and yet it remained impossibly hard, almost as if the sounds of Kevin’s struggles were enough to turn him on.

He let out a loud scream when Theo’s hands found his ass, his body jolting forward as three hard smacks hit him across the cheeks. The sting burned up his body, making him tense. 

“Arch your back.” Theo said, pressing a firm hand between his shoulder blades and forcing it down until he was satisfied with the position. 

Joe pressed his lips together, trying to keep himself from squirming while he felt his hole being lubed up, the material being spread over the rim in abundance. His toes curled against the floor, eyes rolling to the back of his head when the intrusion began. Theo wasn’t careful, his fingers forcing through the tension. Joe felt pain and pleasure at the same time, like he never had before and so he moaned loudly once the digit started moving, curling against him until it banged the prostate. When Theo pulled away he was heaving, his heartbeat banging on his ears.

Kevin remained in the position he was left in and still he felt himself getting dragged further down when Theo’s hand grabbed his curls. All he saw was darkness, the blindfold still firm against his head so he was taken by surprise when a heavy, hot member forced itself inside his lips.

The guitarist choked when Theo’s cock hit the back of his throat, his eyes teared up immediately and yet he was made to keep going, the grip on his hair keeping his head steady as every thrust became harder. His throat slowly adjusted itself as he took it deeper, saliva wet his chin as he licked over the shaft, doing his best to be good. When he was pulled away his voice was hoarse. “More, I can take it.”

Theo laughed, slapping a hand down his cheek and letting go of his hair. “Such a greedy whore. You’ve gotta leave some for your brother.”

And Joe was next, judging by the gagging sounds he heard he already expected what was to come and so, when he felt his hair being yanked he opened his mouth. Theo seemed pleased as he thrusted inside, Joe didn’t gag, he had done it enough times that he knew to breathe through his nose. Still it was a struggle, Theo was bigger than anyone he’d ever had sex with.

The grip in his hair was firm, keeping his face still as the cock opened up his throat. His eyes watered but he managed to slow his breath, sticking out his tongue to lick the base. He moaned against the member as breathing became progressively harder.

“Stand up straight, both of you” Theo ordered as he took his cock out of Joe’s mouth.

Theo found himself in between both boys as they stood next to each other, their feet touching. He reached around and grabbed their cocks, fingers lacing around the base. He heard as they sucked in a breath, their lips opening up in a silent scream as the strokes began.

Theo’s hand glided over their cocks, his grip was firm but he kept his movements deliberately slow, dragging out every sensation. He teased the heads, applying pressure with his thumb and soon they were both struggling to remain still, their bodies trembling to the pleasure, thrusting forward in an attempt to achieve more friction.

“Oh my god you’re going to make me cum, please make me cum!” Joe whimpered.

“Yes, please… I can’t take it!” Kevin joined in.

“Cum for me, boys.” Theo said as he picked up the pace. The brothers thrusted and heaved as their climax reached a new peak. “Ooops, sorry my hands got tired.” Theo mocked when he pulled away.

Joe’s body felt exhausted as he was made to wait in a new position as Theo finished setting his brother up. He was suspended, ropes circling his wrists and ankles were tied to a sturdy hook that kept him entirely off the ground. One softer length went around his head, keeping his face up and lastly his knees were bound to the same spot. He could see Kevin from where he was, having been bound on his hands and knees only a few meters ahead, their eyes met and Joe wondered if he looked as needy as his brother did.

When Theo returned Joe knew exactly what was about to happen, he was restrained, exposed… ecstatic.

“How do you feel?” Theo asked.

Joe bit his lip, meeting his owner’s gaze. He winked. “Ready, sir!”

He wasn’t ready. Joe screamed, his nostrils flaring in pain at the first thrust. Theo gripped his waist, tugging him closer as he fucked him relentlessly. The singer’s insides were taken over by a strong, unrelenting force that pounded him in ways he never thought possible. He had never been taken like this, never been made to do it. It was hard, painful even, and it was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced. 

Once his body settled down, pleasure surged through, fingers dug into the skin of his waist, hard enough to leave marks, the sound of flesh on flesh loud in the room. “Oh god-” Joe’s eyes rolled to the back of his head when Theo found his prostate and every movement started grazing it over and over again. He was taken fast and rough, never given any time to get used to a rhythm before it switched up entirely.

He screamed and moaned when Theo licked the sole of his foot, the hot wet tongue circling his toes before sucking on each of them. It tickled, it felt amazing. No one had ever done that to him and now Joe hated himself for never having the guts to ask. 

“I’m going to- FUCK” Joe cried out, his body convulsing, ass clentching around Theo’s cock as pleasure surged through. One stroke was enough for him to burst, his cum jolting out of his cock in waves, the singer felt as if he had been holding his breath this entire time as his climax erupted harder than ever before.

Theo left him, plating a searing kiss to his lips and calling him a ‘good boy’ before sliding out of him. Joe whimpered at the sudden exit and in that moment he knew he would do everything in his power to get complimented again. 

Kevin’s cock throbbed between his legs as he watched his brother cum in front of him, his own heartbeat was fast, he felt heavy. He needed to cum, he cursed Theo under his breath for being too good at his job, the binds would never give way.

Luckily for him Theo was approaching, a single drop of sweat fell down the side of his head, his eyes blazing with control. He was so gorgeous…

“Liked what you saw?” Theo crouched in front of him, fingers finding his hair and pulling slightly until Kevin moaned. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

And with that the man disappeared behind him. Kevin felt as a warm, firm touch fell on his hips, he arched his back further in response, closing his eyes to prepare for what was to come. He felt as Theo’s cock pressed against his hole, teasing and stretching him agonizingly slow.

He groaned, he wanted to have it all, hard and rough. The teasing was a bigger torture than any pain he could feel. Still it was as if Theo could read his mind, and of course, he would refuse to give him anything that easy. He would fuck him, would break him, but it would always be in the way he wanted. 

And so Kevin moaned when his insides were spread open in slow, shallow thrusts. The head buried itself in and out over and over again until the pressure gave way, Theo took his time, making him feel as each and every inch entered, and there were a lot of inches…

A groan was all he could mutter when he was entirely filled in, Theo’s touch became tighter around his waist, one hand let go, reaching for his hair and yanking it back. Kevin cried out as he was forced to look forward and then it all started.

Theo began moving, hard and relentless, keeping a fistfull of Kevin’s hair as he pounded him. The guitarist whimpered and groaned with every thrust that became deeper and deeper until his prostate was banged continuously. 

He roared, chest heaving, his scalp hurting deliciously. “Harder.” He heaved, trying to force his hips back.

Theo gripped his cock now, letting go of his waist and as Kevin backed onto his cock he thrust inside the fist. The touch was hot and he had become desperate, he rode as if his life depended on it and in that moment he felt like he was running out of air and Theo’s touch was oxygen. 

He came, his body slouching as his cum hit the floor below in long, thick jets. His muscles were shaking and yet Theo ordered him to remain still and despite the struggle he did. His hole was fucked for a while still, until every last drop had been milked out of him and when he pulled out Kevin craved it again.

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Kj Apa moaned against Theo’s lips as the man controlled his every move. He had been ordered to get rid of his shirt before being led underground where he found himself in a dimly lit suite that acted like a personalized gallery, the actor felt a pang of awkwardness, his cheeks flushing at the sights of pictures of him picturing his most vulnerable moments during his initiation. Those thoughts, however, had been pushed to the back of his head by Theo’s arrival. 

Kj knew he was hot, that was part of the reason he signed up for the hotel in the first place, there was something deeply compelling at the thought of being owned by someone so gorgeous. He stood a few feet away, his bare chest glistened under the lights and his blue eyes were blazing with lust, the leather pants he wore left little to the imagination and yet Kj’s heart leaped at the thought that he’d be seeing everything underneath.

Theo didn’t speak, his gaze consuming as he stepped closer, grabbing Kj’s neck and pushing back until the actor’s head hit the wall. And then he kissed him, his tongue hot and restless as it traced the actor’s bottom lip before plunging inside. The kiss was intense, a clash of lips that left both parts breathless.

Kj didn’t dare to move even when the grip that held onto his neck was released, he kept his lips parted and allowed himself to be controlled. He felt as one of his arms was lifted above his head, cold leather circling his wrists as it was locked in place. The other hand followed suit and when the kiss ended he was strung up.

“Much better,” Theo mouthed, winking at his new toy before he leaned in. His lips brushed Kj’s nipple causing the boy to shudder. 

“Oh, fuck…” KJ moaned, his body arching with pleasure as Theo’s tongue delivered wet strokes to his chest, hardening the buds instantly. His breath became ragged as his cock fought painfully against his jeans. “Please…”

Theo stopped and looked up, his gaze petrifying. “Please what?”

“My pants, take them off, please sir .” Kj begged, eyes pleading.

He was beckoned for a moment that seemed to drag on forever and for a second he thought he had made a mistake by asking so bluntly. He felt as if he should apologize but the words died on the back of his throat when Theo undid the buttons of his jeans, the zipper sliding down loudly. 

Kj’s cock strung up immediately, fully hardened and still trapped inside the underwear. Theo’s eyes traveled down his body as he slapped a hand down the member, making the actor jump, biting back a scream. The jeans fell down to his ankles. “Kick off your shoes.”

Kj did as he was instructed, struggling for a moment before pulling one of his snickers off, the other one came out more easily and the pants followed, laying in a pile to the side. Theo grabbed his ankles, one at a time, and pulled his feet up to remove the socks. The stone was cold under his bare feet.

“Better?” Theo asked, reaching the man’s side and sliding a hand over his waist to tug him closer, his other arm travelling down Kj’s body and resting on his inner thigh, fingers dancing dangerously close to the edge of the underwear. 

It was better, but not exactly what Kj wanted, his cock was still trapped by the underwear, although the thin fabric was significantly less restraining. But he knew better. “Yes, sir!”

“Don’t lie to me, boy.” Theo snapped, his hand cracking down over the thigh so hard it left a mark. 

Kj huffed. “The underwear, please.”

Instead of pulling it off, Theo slid his hand inside the underwear, reaching for Kj’s cock and pressing his thumb against the head as he pumped it firmly. His long fingers grazed the balls, causing the actor’s face to contort with pleasure. “It’s not often that I ask my toys what they want, so when I do you should respond accordingly.”

“Yes, sir!” Kj groaned as the underwear was pulled off with one firm tug. His cock was painfully hard, heavy as it throbbed against his thigh. 

Theo walked around. “Spread your legs, ass out.” 

Kj leaned his body forward as much as his restraints allowed him to, his breath hitched when he felt his cheeks being spread, firm hands falling repeatedly on either side. His body quaked, struggling to remain quiet while being spanked.

Each hit came harder than the last, striking both cheeks until they marked red, the sting igniting every nerve. Kj moaned with both pain and pleasure. He knew it would leave a mark, that it’d hurt later and he wanted that more than anything. His ass burned even when the hits ceased.

“Those seem to be very sensitive today.” Theo said as he leaned over Kj’s side, his lips brushed the boy’s nipples again, his body responding immediately. 

“Yeah, it feels so- AAAH FUCK!” He cried out when the soft lips and light suction was replaced by a single hard bite. He tried to wriggle away just to be immediately yanked back into position. 

Theo reached for the man’s cock as he continued, soothing the pain with his tongue before biting down again. Kj throbbed against his palm, legs shaking as fingers pressed over the sides of the shaft, going up and down without reaching the head. 

Theo let go, reaching for a chain that was attached to a wall hook near Kj’s head, it was the same one bound to the leather cuffs. They were yanked off the wall, forcing the actor to stand on the tip of his toes as his body was stretched further before being taken down. The chain now gave some leeway. “Kneel, legs spread.” As soon as he fell down Theo attached the chain back to the wall, keeping the actor’s hands suspended high above his head.

Kj screamed when Theo’s hand fell on his cock, squeezing the shaft in a hard tug that made his vision blur. “Who do you belong to, boy?” He said, sounding amused.

“Aw, you sir!” He cried out. 

“Good.” Theo said, stroking the man’s cock.

He reached up, keeping one hand on top of Kj’s head and guiding him to watch as Theo unbuckled his pants, the leather sliding down muscular thighs with the underwear following suit. The actor’s mouth watered at the sight of his owner’s cock only a few inches from his face. 

“Tell me what you want.” Theo barked the order.

“I want to make you feel good, sir.” Kj responded, opening his mouth and trying to reach forward only to have his head held back.

Instead Theo slapped his cock against the man’s cheeks, the hard smack of skin on skin filling the room. He pressed his member against Kj’s lips. “Is that what you want?”

Kj looked up, eyes pleading. “Yes, please, sir.”

“Open.” Theo said and pressed his cock over the actor’s tongue. He held the back of his head, groaning as he forced himself inside until his member hit the back of the man’s throat. Kj didn’t gag, opening his throat up for the intrusion. He maintained his gaze into Theo’s eyes as his mouth was fucked.

Theo thrusted and pulled Kj’s head closer at the same time, barely leaving an opening for him to breathe. He ordered the boy to keep it in as he held him in place, nose touching his pelvis. The actor felt used, merely a toy to please someone else, and that was the most turned on he had ever felt.

His breath came in ragged spasms, his tongue and throat assaulted over and over again and Kj felt as if he was in heaven. He had been tied up before, had been caged and used many times and yet none of them felt as satisfying as this. No one had ever had it in them to push his limits and for the first time he felt as if he might break, and he basked in that sensation.

“Let’s see how much you can handle.” Theo called out, yanking Kj back and crouching in front of him, eyes blazing with mischief.

Kj was impressed, he had been placed inside an object he had never seen before. It was a sort of box with four open sides. The bottom was made of wood and he sat atop of it, the top was similar, except it had a small opening where his head was placed, sticking out. His legs were bent, going out on either side before being locked to the side beams with leather cuffs, leaving his ass slightly exposed. His arms had been cuffed to the backside, resting just outside the base. It was then lifted into the air, leaving him unable to move a muscle.

“Oh my god-” Kj cried out when Theo grabbed his balls and pulled them up to further expose his ass, his other hand traveled in between the legs, a finger brushing and pressing against his hole as it clenched in the air. “Finger me, oh fuck, please finger me, sir.”

Theo teased him a few more times, applying just enough pressure to open him up without ever entering until Kj was desperate. He yelled when the intrusion came, the finger slid inside of him with a single thrust, stretching his insides. The digit curled, circling as it massaged his prostate. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as moans kept spilling out. “I think you need something bigger in there.”

Kj watched in horror as Theo picked up a metal plug from a nearby table, it had a cable attached to it, leading to a heavy box, and he was made to watch as lube was poured over it. The toy was freezing cold when it pressed against his hole, it slid inside with ease. “So… big…” He moaned as his body attempted to get used to the intrusion.

“This is nothing,” Theo said as he pressed four straps against the skin of Kj’s thighs and lower stomach, all attached to similar cables that led to the same box. “This is the fun part.” He pressed a button.

“Oh,” He cried out as a loud buzzing filled the room. Jolts of electricity flew across Kj’s core, keeping his body on the brink of need. “More.”

Theo smirked, meddling with the box until the buzzing became louder and the shockwaves became almost unbearable. Kj’s muscles contracted, spasming over and over again as every nerve was ignited, his cock bounced between his legs and in no time his entire body was trembling uncontrollably. 

Theo stroked him in slow, sensual pulls that reached every inch. He cried out, feeling pleasure building through the shock, his hip thrusted upwards as much as he possibly could, searching for more friction. He leaked down at the wood below and soon everything had become overwhelming.  “Fuck, I’m gonna-”

Theo let go, setting the toy at the maximum capacity. Pleasure died down as Kj struggled to remain still, his body wanting to escape the jolts, quivering and wriggling against the binds that didn’t allow much movement. His hole clutched and fucked itself on the toy, his own control over his muscles being taken away from him. “OH GOD PLEASE!” 

Theo turned the toy off, watching as the actor settled himself back down, breathing harshly. “Let’s get you the real thing.”

KJ was removed from the box and given just enough time to stretch before he was taken to a bed that was pressed against a wall. There he had his wrists tied to either side of his body and ankles bound to two separate hooks on the wall behind, folding his body in half and leaving him completely exposed.

Theo leaned over him, pressing the skin of his chest against the actor’s. Kj shuddered as he felt the weight of his owner’s cock pressed firmly against his ass, arching his back in response. 

“Tell me, what will happen now?” Theo whispered against his ear, biting the earlobe. 

“You’re going to fuck me…” Kj mumbled. “ Spread me open and stick your dick inside until I can’t take it anymore and then keep going regardless.”

Theo laughed. “Think you can handle it?”

Kj didn’t respond immediately, he looked down at himself. “I hope not.”

Theo raised an eyebrow at that, standing up to line himself over the actor’s ass. Kj yelled when the first thrust happened, hard and merciless, stretching his body in one painful hit. He struggled to keep his eyes open, crying when it started to move. 

The first pain was quickly taken over by overwhelming pleasure as a fast pace settled in. He groaned and tried to rock his hips. He felt himself being filled in by something much bigger than he thought possible, it reached deep, grazing the prostate. It was too much, it was too hot, it was everything he could dream of.

His toes curled with pleasure on either side of Theo’s head, he nodded and moaned when he was told to take it all, his body bending. He looked at Theo’s eyes and the passion and control he showed was the hottest thing he had ever seen.

He cried, louder than before and a hand came over his lips, pressing his head against the pillow. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Shut the fuck up.” Theo growled, picking up the pace.

Kj didn’t stay quiet, he found it impossible, especially when Theo reached for his cock, stroking him in the same rhythm of the thrusts. He came, hard and agonizing as ropes of cum burst from his sensitive cock, striking his own face and the mattress behind. His body shook uncontrollably at the most intense orgasm he ever had. Theo finished quickly after, eyes rolling back and grunting as he filled Kj.

Kj’s body was spent, every nerve numbed out by the overwhelming sensation and yet all he could muster was a pleased, exhausted smile. “That was so good.”

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“Yo, we’re on for a rematch tonight, dude!” Cole Sprouse shouted as he leaned with half his body outside of his suite. He watched as Kj Apa rolled his eyes at him before entering the adjacent room. He smiled, locking the door behind him as he stepped inside. 

“You know you’re never winning against him, right?” Dylan smacked his brother’s arm. They had both just come back from the pool, wearing only speedos with a towel around their necks to soak up the water droplets that fell from their hair.

“Who said I want to win? I just want to suck him off.” Cole smiled at his twin. 

They took another step into their room, it was a large suite with its own separate kitchen and living room. They shared the same bedroom, a large space with two four-poster beds on opposite ends. 

“Hello.” A voice broke their silence, catching both of their attention as they turned towards the living room only to find Julian, Theo’s assistant, sitting on the couch. He was a very handsome man, curly hair and adorable round glasses that he kept constantly adjusting, he wasn’t nearly as intimidating as his boss but the twins had known first hand that he shared the same… skills.

“Julian?” Dylan asked, sounding more stunned than he wanted to. “I thought our session wasn’t for another week.” 

Julian raised to his feet, a tablet cradled in his arm. “There was a change of schedule, Theo will see you both now.”

“But we just-” Cole spoke up but Julian raised a hand to stop him. 

“It wasn’t a request. I need to leave you both ready in the next twenty minutes so please quit the needless questioning.” Julian shrugged and pulled two collars from a black handbag he always carried. “Put these on each other and lose the speedos.”

Julian tossed the collars and Dylan caught them with ease, the twins shared a look, still a bit dazed but decided to follow through. They helped each other, the leather settling against their necks with a tight grip. Cole moved first, struggling out of his speedos and kicking them aside, with his brother following suit. They stood naked next to each other.

Julian walked forward, taking two matching leashes from the bag and clipping them to the hooks that hung from the front of the collars. “Now get down and crawl.”

“What? No way dude!” Dylan spoke first, sounding mortified. “It’s bad enough to walk out there naked and collared for anyone to see, you want us to crawl too?”

Julian shrugged and yanked on their leashes, getting them to stumble forward. “If I recall correctly you both wrote in your contracts that you like being humiliated.” His voice sounded darker than usual, enough to make Cole shiver. “Now get on your hands and knees like good boys and follow me.”

The twins shared a look, breathing heavily as they fell to the ground, following as they were led out of their room.

They had been taken down an elevator they had never seen before, it was different than all the others with panoramic views made to display the grandiose of the hotel, this one was inside Theo’s office, tucked away in a corner. They went down many levels and when the doors opened it felt like they were taken somewhere completely different. The halls were thin, filled with doors on either side, the floor was polished stone, freezing their skin as they crawled through.

People had seen them, they overheard a few comments from voices they recognized but preferred to not think much about, their faces flushed red but the hardening mess between their legs told a different story. 

Inside a dimly lit suite they were met with various pictures of each of them from their initiation framed and displayed on the wall, a testament of their submission and maybe another attempt at humiliation, Cole thought. And then they were tied up. 

Dylan was first, he had been told to step on a small bench facing a circular pillar, his hands had been tied behind his head, attached to a rope harness that went over his chest. Rope circled his shoulders, tying around the pillar. The same happened to his upper thighs, just below his ass and the back of his knees. His ankles were bound together and pulled off the ground as the bench was kicked aside. They were tied to the back of the harness, keeping him completely exposed.

He didn’t know where his brother was taken when Theo arrived. Dylan struggled, turning his head as much as he could to watch him approach, he was naked, his body glistening under the orange glow of the chandelier. Dylan had seen him before, but not like this… He was gorgeous, his body looked like something sculpted by a god.

“Oh, hi!” Dylan plastered his best smile to his face, groaning when he felt Theo’s hand grasp his ass, delivering a quick smack.

“Enjoyed the ride here?” Theo sounded amused as he delivered another hit, harder this time. “I thought you’d enjoy the surprise.”

“With an ass like this you gotta show it off, right?” Dylan said, trying to sound amused despite the flush that crept up his face.

Theo smacked him again, making him yelp. The sting travelled through his body as the hits kept coming, becoming harder until they would for certainly leave a mark. “Open your mouth.” Dylan felt as a thick rubber stick gag was placed in between his lips. He could still talk, although his words became garbled as they trembled against the gag. 

“You like being spanked, don’t you?” Theo said as he lowered himself to his knees behind Dyla, grabbing his ass and pressing down on the muscles, squeezing and spreading the cheeks. “I do think you have a great ass, although it looks much better when it’s red.”

Dylan yelled against his gag as the spanking continued. His body quivered, wanting to escape the next hit but the binds kept him from moving completely. His cheeks reddened, becoming more sensitive by the minute, every hit becoming progressively harder to deal with. “Oh, fuck, please.”

“What was that?” Theo asked, rising to his feet and lingering close, his breath hot against the man’s ear. “Look at me.” He moved to his side.

Dylan’s eyes met Theo’s and he felt as if he was being swallowed, the man’s blue eyes were like fire, igniting every nerve of the actor’s body. He shivered when Theo reached up and used a finger to tilt his head up. “I’m going to use you all night.” Dylan grunted at the words, his cock throbbed, pressed between the pillar and his stomach.

Cole had been led away from his brother, ordered to wait outside as Julian presumably finished setting him up. He returned a few minutes later, holding onto a set of ropes that were used to tie the actor’s hand to his back and weave a harness across his chest. A red ballgag was pressed inside his mouth and he was told to kneel.

He waited outside for a while, with Julian keeping a firm hand on his shoulder while reading something on his tablet. Theo had barely acknowledged him before slipping into the suite, he heard yelps and moans from his brother coming from the inside.

“Go in.” Julian said finally, opening up the door and half pushing him inside. Cole stumbled forward, inside he saw his brother tied to a pillar, he faced away from it, feet planted at the ground and tied back to the pillar, his shoulders bound the same way. His wrists had been tied to his thighs and he was gagged by a black stick, eyes softening when they saw each other.

“Come.” Theo said, grabbing Cole the moment he stepped into reach and throwing him down on a green couch placed a little behind the pillar. It was soft against his weight, his body being stretched on top of it.

Theo moved away briefly, returning with a large flogger and striking it over Cole’s chest. He whimpered when the leather tails hit his skin, a hard smack that dug onto his skin, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through his body. The strikes kept going, he kicked desperately after each one until Theo pressed a knee over his thigh, keeping him from moving too much, his skin felt hot, marked by the toy.

The flogger stopped coming down and Cole whimpered in appreciation. Theo’s attention shifted to his cock, taking it in hands and pulling it up, he stroked a few times, his touch firm and gentle, quickly coaxing it to hardness. He continued to pump the length, caressing every inch as he reached for the balls and tugged them alongside it.

“You have such a nice dick.” Theo muttered, moving faster. Cole throbbed against his palm, having desperately to fight back the urge to thrust. His cock swung back against his stomach, barely missing the belly button when it was let go.

His eyes widened when the flogger was picked back up, Theo used a hand to cover his balls as he swung it over the shaft. Cole whimpered as the tails hit the sensitive skin of his cock, dragging out every sensation as they travelled up and down. It hurt but it also felt incredible.

Theo had a smirk on his face when he grabbed Cole’s leg, pulling and flipped him to lay on his stomach. The flogger came down again, this time over his ass. Cole’s screams were muffled against the gag but his body shook and quivered as each strike became harder, leaving red marks where the leather struck down.

Dylan’s eyes were ablaze as he watched his brother being spanked, he moaned and begged for it to stop but Cole didn’t seem to mind. Each hit caused him to spread his legs further and press his chest down on the couch to arch his back. Theo replaced the toy with his hand, pressing hard against the searing hot skin, dragging out the stinging feeling. He reached in between Cole’s legs, pulling his cock back as he continued to spank him.

Theo winked at Dylan as he kneeled on the couch, setting himself in between Cole’s leg. The actor felt as a weight pressed itself in between his legs, slapping down and pressing over his hole. His heartbeat became faster as the anticipation built up. 

“MFPH!” Cole moaned, his eyes falling shut as he felt himself being opened. Theo slid inside of him with ease, opening him up little by little until he could take the entire thing, he was huge, reaching deep inside of him.

Theo’s weight fell upon the actor, their bodies pressing together as they moved in unison. Cole was pressed down against the couch as he was set down to a slow pace that dragged out every sensation. Every thrust filled him up and he moaned desperately, his cock pressed flat against the surface below, throbbing when his prostate was fucked repeatedly. 

He backed his ass up as much as he could, attempting to pick up the pace on his own, he felt himself being spread, his legs struggling to remain still as they trembled under the pleasure that surged through him.

Theo set a foot on the ground and answered Cole’s plea as he began to move faster, the hits coming in quick succession, pounding against his cheeks as he was destroyed. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, knees scrapping the fabric as his head was pressed down the couch. When he pulled out Cole whimpered, desperate for more.

“Let’s switch things up.” He said, looking at Dylan with fire in his eyes.

Dylan was untied and alongside his brother he was taken towards a bed where they were told to kneel side by side. Their wrists were tied in front of them, having been guided down to stay at all fours at the side of the bed. His face was near his brother’s and he brushed his head to his shoulder for comfort.

Theo didn’t waste any time, he positioned himself behind Dylan and plunged inside of him without much of a warning. Dylan cried out as his hole was forcefully opened in one quick thrust, pain searing through his body. His ass was still reddened by earlier and it ached when his cheeks were spread wide.

Dylan’s ass eased onto the intrusion, pleasure taking over as the length grazed his insides. He had watched how his brother was fucked and this seemed completely different, it was rougher, harder, faster. It was exactly how he liked being treated.

“FUCK!” He cried out when Theo set on a punishing pace, hands smacking down his ass as each thrust hit him deeper, spreading him further. His eyes rolled back, overwhelmed as his cock throbbed in between his legs. His body was pressed forward as the sound of skin hitting his ass filled the room. It was so much he thought he would be driven insane, it was more than he could ever ask for.

His hole clenched the air when Theo pulled away, he whined and thought about begging for more before a hand reached for his ankle and pulled it until his chest fell against the bed. He was placed next to Cole, their shoulders touching as Theo ordered them to place one of their feet on the bed and raised the other above his shoulders.

“Look at me.” His voice sounded like velvet as he looked in between the boys. His fingers were slick with lube when he pressed them over each of the boy’s holes, watching their eyes shut when it teased the entrance. “Stroke yourselves.”

They gladly obeyed, keeping their gazes locked in Theo as they took their own cocks in their bound hands, sliding it in between the ropes. While they pleased themselves Theo pressed a finger inside each of them, curling to massage their prostates.

Their breaths became ragged as they were fingered relentlessly, Theo watched, attempting to set his movements to the same rhythm as theirs. He felt their legs tense above his shoulders, their eyes darkening as they approached their climaxes.

“Oh fuck.” Cole grunted, cum shooting from his cock, making a mess on his hand and stomach. His body convulsed, hole clenching around my finger.

“Shit, fuck yes.” Dylan followed suit, thick ropes jolted from his cock, drenching his thighs and the sheet bellow, he kept going, oozing out for ages until he whimpered, his body trembling under me.

“I think I will leave you both like this and invite a few of the guests to come see you.” Theo bit his lip, sounding amused as he pulled away.

The twins shared a horrified look.

“Usually these rooms are private galleries for mine and the respective sub’s eyes only but I could make an exception. Maybe invite Kj.” He winked at Cole who stared at him in panic, his face turning completely red.

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Jack Champion tried to wriggle out of the ropes that kept him bound inside a suite in the underground of the hotel. He protested loudly when Julian pulled out a pair of scissors to cut off his clothes which granted him to have a black ballgag pressed inside his mouth, his clothes still laying on a shredded pile. 

His ankles and thighs had been bound to small metal posts on either side of him, his arms bound behind his back as a rope harness crossed his chest, his upper arms being tied higher up the posts, keeping him completely stuck in place. He attempted to circle his wrists but all he managed was to make them tighter.

“Quit it.” Theo called out as he entered the room. He was naked, his cock presented proudly between his legs. Jack huffed, trying to look annoyed when his hair was pulled back and fingers dug onto the skin of his cheeks. “I see you’ve annoyed Julian.” He gestures towards the gag.

Julian rolled his eyes, pressing his lips together. Theo’s hand slapped across his cheek, hard. “You’re going to show some respect.” 

Jack grunted, his body igniting with the need to keep up his posture, he wouldn’t break easily, despite how pathetic he must look all tied up right now. He stared at a picture of him framed on the wall and grunted, he did look pathetic.

Theo stood close to him, his breath tickling Jack’s skin. One had held onto the actor’s curls while the other reached down to grab his cock. He let out a grunt but his cock hardened instantly at the touch.

“Look at yourself.” Theo mouthed, forcing Jack’s head down to watch as his cock throbbed in his owner’s hand. His grip was tight, gliding over the shaft in quick pumps that made the actor’s body quake, his thighs shaking as pleasure began to build up.

Jack broke quicker than he ever expected to, the feeling of Theo’s hand all over him was overwhelming. His hips thrusted forward, searching for more friction as he felt himself getting closer. He knew what Theo would do if he was warned and he could not stand to repeat what happened during his initiation.

Swallowing down his moans, Jack thrust furiously against Theo’s palm, his breath coming in short spasms as he felt his body tense up, toes curling as he felt himself approaching his climax. He was so close, it was coming…

“MFPH!” He cried against his gag, hips thrusting into the air when Theo pulled his hand away at the last second. 

Theo grabbed his hair, yanking his head back, he looked mad but there was amusement behind his eyes. “You really thought, huh?” He spoke between his teeth. “Terrible idea.”

Jack’s eyes widened in horror when Theo stepped back, opening a drawer nearby and pulling out a leather paddle. It was pressed against his cheek, cold and rough against the sensitive skin. The actor winced when Theo raised his hand but the strike didn’t come. 

Theo laughed.

The paddle came down against his thigh, hitting the sensitive skin with enough strength for the pain to travel through his body. He was hit on both thighs a couple of times, grunting after every strike. The paddle made its way up, hitting below his chest and over his stomach. His skin was marked, pain searing through with every new hit. 

“Do you think that’s enough?” Theo asked. Jack nodded countless times, eyes wide and pleading. “No, I don’t think so.”

The paddle hit his chest, the rough leather biting into his nipples and coaxing out a scream that was loud even through the gag. Theo set the flat surface beneath Jack’s chin, forcing it upwards. “You’re my toy to do with as I please, don’t think you can outsmart me. I’ve put men much more frightening than you in their places, you’re nothing.”

Jack grunted but his hair was yanked back hard enough for his scalp to burn. “Yes, sir.” he whimpered.

Jack was on his knees. The rope harness across his chest remained the same, with his wrists attached to the back. The gag was removed and a softer length of rope circled his neck. His legs were kept bent, ankles tied to the thighs.

Theo stood behind him as he attached two metal nipple clamps over his chest, a small chain binding them together. Jack hissed but remained in silence, moaning quietly when the chain was tugged. 

Jack parted his lips when Theo’s thumb pressed inside of his mouth. He reached both hands around the actor’s head, hooking his thumbs to the side of his lips and spreading them wide. He rolled his eyes, circling his tongue around the fingers that pressed against it. “Tell me what you’re going to do now?” Theo walked in front of him.

Jack’s mouth watered at the sight of his cock only a few inches away from his face. “Suck you.”

“Go on then.” Jack parted his lips which were in turn invaded by Theo’s cock. The actor was sloppy, drool falling down his chin almost immediately as he slurped on the member. “Choke on it.” He pressed his head further down, forcing himself to swallow as much as he could and keep it inside. His eyes watered as he gagged.

His head bobbed up and down the shaft with Theo’s grip on the back of his head controlling his every move. His throat was assaulted every time he was forced to take it all in. He looked up at Theo, eyes wet and pleading as his tongue licked the shaft.

Theo pushed him down, holding his head firmly in place even as he began to choke, Jack’s eyes rolled as his breath was taken away from it and when he was pushed away he gasped, his face a mess of tears and saliva. 

“Let’s see if you can handle it better on the other end.” Theo grabbed the actor’s shoulders, forcing him down until his face lay flat on the carpet.

“Please go-” He muttered, his voice hoarse. 

“I didn’t tell you to speak.” Theo smacked a hand down the boy’s ass, leaving a mark. “Do you want the gag again?”

“NO, please!” He whimpered.

“That’s what I thought.” Theo rolled his eyes and coated his fingers in lube, spreading Jack’s ass and spreading it over his hole. The actor moaned when fingers probed inside ever so slightly.

“Beg for it.” Theo pressed the tip of his cock against the man’s ass, spreading it just enough to make him whimper. “Come on, boy.”

“Please fuck me,” Jack cried out, trying to arch his back further. “Please destroy my ass, I deserve it. I need to be punished.”

Theo raised his eyebrow, slapping down on the man’s ass. “Oh, I should make you beg more often.” He eased inside, feeling Jack’s body tense around him before the pressure gave way.

He thrust inside, holding onto the back of the harness to keep control as Jack was made to take every inch. The actor moaned and cried out in pleasure as his insides were rearranged. “Fuck yeah, fuck .” He cried, sounding more desperate than before. 

The rhythm was hard, punitive, every hit reaching deeper and deeper, forcing his body further down, he circled his ass against the cock, attempting to ride and guide the member to the places he wanted it to hit.

Theo flipped him onto his stomach, putting his legs sideways as he plunged inside again. Jack felt as if the world was about to collapse, his vision growing blurry when the position allowed for his prostate to be hit with every thrust. His foot pressed against his owner’s chest, toes curling against the skin as the pleasure built inside of him.

Every nerve was lit up, a loud cry escaping his throat when his cock was touched. It throbbed against Theo’s palm, practically stroking itself inside the fist. The movement stopped and Jack’s eyes rolled back while having a cock lodged inside of him. He came, oozing into Theo’s palm for what felt like an eternity while his body trembled with desire.

Theo stayed inside of him. “Taste it.” He said, squeezing the cum out to make sure it was all milked out before pressing his hand over the actor’s mouth, he gagged as his tongue was filled with his own bitter taste.

Theo kept his hand there so he wouldn’t be able to spit and began thrusting again. Jack’s body was exhausted, every muscle straining under the ropes as he was made to withstand for a while longer. The hits became harder, more frenetic and heat filled the actor up as Theo came with a loud grunt.

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“Fucking shit, hello?” Rudy Pankow called out, struggling against his binds. He was blindfolded when they took him from his room, leading towards what felt like endless hallways until he heard the sound of a heavy door opening ahead of him. Being half-dragged inside he had his back pressed against what he assumed was the wall of a tall cage, the iron bars cold against the fabric of his shirt. His ankles and chest were bound to them, his arms bound on either side of his head, bending his arm. “Theo? Julian?” 

“Calm down.” A voice called out from ahead of him, Rudy jumped back when a hand pressed against his lips, soft but holding firmly onto him. “Shhhh.”

Theo’s fingers held the side of his head while the other reached for his chest, smacking down over the white shirt with a loud crack. Rudy winced and grunted with every hit, feeling his body tense.

“I’m going to let go and you will remain quiet.” Theo said, hitting him again. “Was I clear?” Rudy nodded against his palm.

The actor held back a moan that built its way up his throat once he felt the careful pressure of Theo’s grip pressing down between his legs, he opened his legs as much as he could, feeling himself stiffening under the attention.

“Huh, wha-?” The words escaped his lips before he could swallow them down as he heard the sound of fabric tearing, he felt as his shirt was cut away. Theo touched his abs, fingers searing hot against his skin. He teased a hand inside his pants, gripping his stiffening member until Rudy’s breath hitched.

Theo didn’t waste much time, he bent down and cut away at the actor’s jeans, the stiff fabric being shredded beneath him to expose a set of delicious thighs and a black underwear already lined by his cock.

“Mmmh.” Rudy whimpered when his underwear joined the rest of his clothes. His cock sprung up, leaking slightly. “Oh, fuck.” 

The actor’s head fell against the bars for support when he felt Theo’s lips envelop him. Fingers held the base of his cock as the man took in every inch, he licked over the head, tongue probing the skin before swallowing the whole thing, cheeks hollowing as it hit the back of his throat.

Rudy stood on the tip of his toes, his body arching to meet Theo’s mouth as his thoughts became clouded with need. His balls were pulled down and he felt as if every nerve of his body was ignited by the waves of pleasure that surged through. He was kept inside Theo’s mouth, feeling the man’s breath tickling his pelvis as his eyes rolled behind the blindfold. “I’m going to-”

Theo stood up, leaving the actor whimpering and craving for contact the moment his lips left the shaft. “You will cum when I tell you to.”

Rudy swallowed his own saliva, his cock wet and throbbing between his legs. “Yes, sir.”

The actor felt as weight came down all around him, Theo’s hand rested next to his, hanging onto the bar behind as he climbed onto it, something hit Rudy’s lips, hard and heavy. He parted his lips instinctively as a handful of his hair was taken. 

Theo’s cock was hot and much bigger than he could’ve imagined, it invaded his mouth, gliding over the tongue and filling up his throat until he could no longer breathe. His eyes watered up as he coughed up saliva around the member, he was held in place and just as he thought he couldn’t handle anymore it was pulled away.

His left ankle was unbound and he struggled for balance when his leg was lifted into the air, he jumped in place as it was taken slightly to the side, a few inches away from his body. He felt as if something was latched onto the front of his sneakers and when Theo let go it remained suspended, stuck in place.

Hands found his ass, spreading and grazing the skin. Rudy bit his lips, aware of what was about to happen, he moaned when wet probes of Theo’s tongue pressed themselves against his hole, circling the rim and applying just enough pressure to ease the tension around the entrance. It felt incredible.

The tongue was replaced by a finger that pressed deeply inside of him, spreading lube all over to prepare for what was to come. Rudy couldn’t move, his body spread wide and ready to be used. His cock throbbed as he was fingered, one finger becoming two that curled on his inside and loosened him up as much as they could.

The hand slipped away and Rudy groaned, desperate to be touched like that again. Instead Theo held onto his chin, pulling his head sideways until he felt the man’s breath next to his ear. “What do you want?”

“I want your cock in my ass.” Rudy’s voice was barely above a whisper, his face flushing as the words left his mouth. Theo patted his head.

The cock slid inside, the position didn’t allow for much fighting, allowing it to enter with ease. Rudy groaned as he felt himself being stretched wide, he struggled with balance as their bodies began to move, hips slammed onto him, making his thoughts blurry as his hole was destroyed.

Theo kept a hand spreading one of his cheeks while the other circled around the waist and reached for his cock. Rudy cursed under his breath when the strokes began, slow and shallow at first and then matching the rhythm of the incessant thrusting inside of him.

His hands circled around the ropes, desperate for any way to ground himself as he was pulled backwards until he took every inch that plunged deeper and deeper with every hit, grazing his prostate and causing his body to convulse as precum dripped all over the floor. 

Theo had pulled away, leaving Rudy alone for a while, still bound. His body was exhausted, every nerve urging for release. When he came back Theo undid the ropes and held onto the back of his neck as he guided the boy further into the suite.

His hands were rebound, arms bending next to his head as he held onto the ropes. He was told to open his mouth and felt as a stick gag was pressed inside, he bit down on it, it seemed to be made of some sort of thick rubber. Next his shoes and socks were removed, leaving him completely bare. His soles found the ground but instead of solid flooring he felt as if he was standing upon a metal grid.

Theo removed his blindfold and his eyes widened as he saw exactly what was happening, he was in fact standing on a metal grid where three conductor cables were attached to the sides. A small black box was strapped just above his right ankle.

He blinked, looking around the room for the first time. It was a large space filled with everything he could imagine, all made with material sturdy enough to hold him down. He glanced at a large cage pressed against a wall, wondering if that’s what he had been pressed against earlier. The walls were made out of stone and frames upon frames of pictures of him were displayed, always naked, always tied up.

Theo reached for his cock again, stroking roughly until it hardened itself once more, it didn’t take much, his hand was soft and warm and the movements were delicious. Rudy’s breath came in quick spasms as he quickly found himself overwhelmed. 

“Do you know what’s happening now?” Theo asked, pulling away and reaching for a black box placed next to the grate. He picked it up and made sure Rudy watched while he turned on the dial.

“Mphf!” The actor winced and cried out when electricity swarmed his body. His legs trembled, feet struggling to stay against the grate as the cables conducted the energy all around it. 

Theo watched hungrily as he struggled, the humming of energy was quickly overcome by the sounds of his whimpering Rudy was unable to escape. First he tried standing on the tip of his toes, his body jerked, muscles spasming, making him stomp onto the ground. He tried lifting himself up, using the ropes around his wrists, bending his legs to escape the torment. 

Theo reached for his cock, stroking him as he trembled around on the spot, drool escaping his mouth through the gag and drenching his chest. The energy became lighter and the strokes were faster, fiercer, dragging out the pleasure. He thrust into the fist that held onto him. “Can I cum?” he moaned, words muffled by the gag.

“You want to cum?” Theo asked, stroking him faster, pressing down over the head. Rudy whimpered and cried out as pleasure built, taking over his body. He nodded and begged as the pumps continued, he felt himself impossibly close to leaking.

“No, please!” He cried out when Theo pulled his hand away at the last second. “Oh, shit!” he yelled when the energy picked back up, even harder than before. He jumped, trying to stay out the metal but he couldn’t hold himself up for long, especially when his cock was being teased at the same time.

He yelled and circled his hips around Theo’s fist, groaning that he wanted to cum as he approached the climax over and over again and every time he thought it would happen the electricity became stronger, ruining the pleasure that built up. His body limped, shaking and exhausted.

Rudy was exposed, he remained on the same spot except that his body became even more tangled in ropes. A wooden surface was placed under him, his back pressed against it as his ankles were bound together, crossing over each other and attached to a hook that hung from the ceiling above. His arms were bound to the side of the platform and rope circled the back of his head, bound to the hook to keep his head stable.

The gag remained and he was forced to watch as small conductors were strapped to the back of his thighs, he sucked in a breath as a metal plug slid inside of him. The energy picked back up, this time attacking him directly, there was no escape.

Rudy’s feet thrashed involuntarily as volts seared through his body. He watched as Theo stared down at him, eyes blazing with amusement when he reached for his cock again, stroking him agonizingly slow. 

He fucked himself with the plug, both because he felt the urge to feel something but also because the energy made every muscle on his body spasm, it wasn’t a choice. His eyes pleaded, submission haunting his expression.

Theo kept going, milking him slowly, and turned his attention to his feet. He licked the back of the toes, feeling them curl around his tongue. His tongue probed in between them and glided to the side where he bit down on the sensitive skin, feeling Rudy somehow stiffen further in his hand.

“You’re gonna make me cum.” He moaned, words garbled by the gag, as his soles were licked. “So hot.”

Theo kept going, flicking his wrist and stroking with a backhand, the plug was still lodged inside of Rudy, humming with the faint voltage that made every instinct all the more sensitive. He sucked on the actor’s toes, feeling them against his lips.

Rudy moaned and cried out with pleasure as his vision became blurry, he was being controlled by a merciless man that enjoyed watching him suffer and that was the biggest turn on he could ever imagine. His body was bound, unresponsive, as every inch was taken to its limit. He had been fucked and zapped and edged for longer than what he could take. Theo knew exactly how to break him.

And so he cried out when thick ropes of cum burst out of his cock, splattering over his abs. His body convulsed, arching off of the wooden surface as everything became overwhelming. The energy still filled him from the inside out, igniting his nerves, his orgasm hitting like an avalanche, leaving him an exhausted mess.

“I should keep a plug in you at all times.” Theo said, his voice softer than before, he squeezed Rudy’s cock one last time, dragging out the last of his cum. “That ass deserves it.”

“Or maybe you could skip the toy and just fuck me.” Rudy’s face was red, drenched in sweat when he smiled.

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“Lift your foot.” Theo called out as Nicholas Galitzine felt the man’s hand reach for his calf, tapping slightly. He pulled his leg up, heat coursing through his body when he felt the pressure of fingers undoing his shoelaces. His sneakers fell to the ground with a thud, being quickly followed by his socks, the actor cursed under his breath as he felt the light grazing of nails along the skin of his sole, barely enough to tickle, before his foot was set back down, the stone cold under his skin. The process was repeated on the other side.

He had been taken down an elevator and led through a maze of hallways, Julian opened up a large red door and beckoned him inside where Theo was already waiting for him. His heart raced faster with each new set of ropes that circled his body, his legs were spread apart by binds around his ankles that pulled towards two distinct pillars on either side of him, his hands tied separately above his head. 

“Such pretty eyes,” Theo had said, holding him by the neck as his chest pressed against the actor’s back. “It’s a shame that my plans require you to be blindfolded.” And with that a soft black fabric was tied around his head, plunging him into darkness. He was still clothed, with the exception of his shoes and every moment he was left there became progressively more challenging. 

Sure he had been tied up before, his initiation had been intense, but he knew that was nothing in comparison to what would happen tonight. It was the appetizer, a way for Theo to test his body and learn what made him tick. But tonight was the feast and he would be the meal.

Theo’s hands travelled across his body and Nicholas could feel the man’s breath close to his face, hot and controlled. He squirmed, trying to maintain his composure when pressure was applied between his legs, his body responded immediately, stiffening under the fabric of his pants, aching for the touch.

“Are you going to behave tonight?” Theo asked, nibbling his earlobe as he continued to feel him grow under his palm.

“Hmmm, yes, sir!” Nicholas purred, leaning further into the touch.

Theo’s hand left his cock, travelling slowly over his abs and chest, grazing the vein in his neck before grabbing it just below the chin, tilting his head back. Nicholas yelped but as soon as his lips opened he felt two fingers being pressed inside. “What do we have here?” Theo spoke softly, pressing his digits further inside. “These lips were made to be fucked, weren’t they?” 

Before Nicholas could mutter a reply he felt his head being made to nod, the fingers hooking onto his mouth to control the movement. “I knew you’d agree!” And then he let go, thumb brushing over Nicholas’ lips.

“Holy shit!” Nicholas cried out when his shirt was torn open, buttons flew everywhere as his chest was exposed. Theo’s movements were controlled, applying just enough pressure to make the actor sudden when he reached for his nipples. He pinched and ran his thumb over them until the buds hardened, the stimulation traveling down his body until his cock throbbed uncontrollably, the pants becoming a torture chamber.

“Need some help?” Theo muttered again, returning to his spot behind Nicholas, whispering into his ear. His breath sent a shiver down his spine.

“Uhum.” Nicholas nodded, thought too foggy to come up with anything more coherent than that.

Theo reached for his pants, moving slowly as he unbuckled the button and slid down the zipper. Nicholas wasn’t wearing underwear, so his cock burst out immediately even before the pants slid down his thighs.

Nicholas felt a hand wrapping around him, Theo was kneeling, chest pressed against his thighs as he held tightly to the base of the cock. “This is my cock tonight, isn’t it boy?”

“Yes, sir.” He didn’t have to think twice, his voice dripping in submission. The thought of being owned, being used for someone else's pleasure made his body shake. He needed to be marked.

And then the strokes began, hard, long pulls that brought his entire body forward. Theo gripped him from the base, letting his fingers drag over the shaft and press down against the head, taking the precum in his thumb and spreading it around until his thighs began to shake.

His nipples were sucked and he felt as though he might pass out, overwhelmed by lust. He moaned with every lap of Theo’s tongue over the bud, crying out with every nibble. He felt pain when a real bite came, surely to leave a mark. It was amazing.

He knelt on the floor, the hard surface underneath punishing his skin. His hands had been untied, what was left of his shirt removed before he felt the back of his knees being kicked. The moment he fell to the floor his hands were bound in front of him, pulled to what he assumed was some sort of hook somewhere in the ground in front of him.

His body was forced down when the ropes around his hands were pulled. It was a fast, sudden move that forced out a gasp. Fingers dug onto the back of his head, playing with his hair while gently pulling him further onto the ground. “Stick your tongue out.”

Nicholas did as he was told and his head was controlled further when he felt his tongue grazing against the back of Theo’s foot. He licked, trailing the toes while his head was guided upwards. He licked the ankles and then the skin of his legs until he felt a groan coming out of the men when he reached the sensitive skin of his thighs. It was warmer there, softer and he wanted to taste every last bit of skin.

His blindfold was pulled out in one swift move, the world coming into view once again as he blinked slowly, adjusting to the light. Theo towered over him, naked, his cock merely inches away from Nicholas’ face. The actor licked his lips.

He didn’t suck it, although every nerve in his body yelled with the need to do so, but he knew better than to act without being asked and he couldn’t bear to be punished when he was so close. Instead he kept his tongue out, looking upwards through his lashes, eyes pleading when they met Theo’s.

The cock hit against his tongue, a hand pressed against his forehead to guide him lower down. He kept his gaze locked onto his owner’s as the assault came, the length was heavy as it smacked down, sliding over his tongue sideways, not going inside yet.

“Please let me suck you.” Nicholas begged. “I’ll be so good, I promise.”

Theo adjusted his ankle, thrusting his hips forward and allowing himself to go inside. Nicholas closed his lips around him, feeling the intrusion hit the back of his throat. He struggled to keep his eyes open but the need to please spoke louder. The actor hollowed his cheeks, relaxing his throat as his face was fucked.

His eyes watered, saliva dripping from his mouth, his movements were controlled, a hand on the side of his head keeping him tethered as he was made to take every inch. He made wet sounds, struggling to breath but hearing the heaviness from Theo’s constantly controlled breath, the slight hint of pleasure, was enough motivation to keep him going.

“Good boy.” Theo smirked down at him and Nicholas felt his own cock throb at the compliment. He raised slightly on his knees, angling his head so he could take it entirely. Theo’s skin was hot where it touched his nose, he gagged but kept it inside until he couldn’t anymore.

Theo pulled him away, keeping his head forced backwards. “I knew those lips were made to be fucked.” He spoke, sounding softer, a hint of pride in his tone. “You deserve a reward for that.”

Theo patted his head warmly before starting to undo the binds. “Lay down.” 

Nicholas stretched himself against the floor, feeling his body relax. He lay with his back against the cold floor, biting his lips when he saw Theo standing over him. The man leaned down, pressing his chest against the actor’s, their cocks rubbing together for a moment of pure ecstasy, he groaned. 

The moment ended as fast as it began when Theo slid to his side, his mouth was inches away from Nicholas’ face when he reached for his cock, his blue eyes lighting up when the man parted his lips in a silent scream the moment the movement began. 

Theo’s lips brushed against his as he whispered. “Don’t move.”

Nicholas nodded, too stunned to say anything as his body was ignited with pleasure. He bit down on his lips, not wanting to scream as he was worked up in delicious pumps. Theo’s hands were wet with lube when they circled around his cock, grazing the sensitive skin until every inch was slick.

His fingers trailed all across the shaft, reaching for the balls before moving back up in a continuous movement that tugged him closer and closer to release. Nicholas’ toes curled, eyes rolling back as his body was taken over, heat filling every nerve. He had to fight back the urge to thrust, to try and achieve more friction. His hands curled into fists at his sides, we wouldn’t move, he needed to behave.

“You’re going to make me-” He cried out but Theo stopped short, keeping his palm flat against his throbbing length. He leaned over him, smiling when their lips met.

“Not yet.” He kissed him, long and hard. His tongue traced over his bottom lip before teeth dug into them, pulling slightly until he moaned. Somewhen during the kiss the strokes had resumed and Nicholas felt so much pleasure he thought he would explode.

He was impossibly close, he could feel himself finishing and it would feel amazing, coming undone under Theo as they kissed, it was heaven. Still he knew, he fought against himself but his need for praise spoke louder and so he cried out against the kiss. “I don’t want to cum, not before you’re done.” 

Theo’s hand stopped mid stroke, he smiled against Nicholas’ lips and a wave passed through the actor’s chest at the sight. “Very well.”

Nicholas was strung up, his hands were tied above his head again, a rope harness tracing his chest. This time his ankles were tied closely to his knees, his heels almost touching his own ass. All the ropes had been secured to a sturdy looking hook as he was kept in midair.

Theo was behind him, hands cupping his ass as he felt lube dripping in between them. Nicholas sucked in a breath, his back was arched by the position and yet he tried to do it further. He needed to look his best, to please with all he could.

“Ready?” Theo asked from behind him, he felt the weight of his cock pressing between his cheeks and before he could reply he saw stars. 

Nicholas was spread open, he groaned, biting his lips as Theo eased his way inside. At first it was just the head, forcing itself in until the tension gave way. And then he took more, the thrusts were shallow, becoming deeper every time as he took more of him inside. 

“FUCK!” Nicholas cried out when he was filled up, he felt the cock inside of him, reaching deeper than anyone ever had. It was lodged inside, grazing his most sensitive spots.

And then the movement began, Theo rocked against him, fingers digging into his waist and then traveling to the front of his thighs to pull him back. His hole was stretched and pounded over and over again, body denied any control by the binds. 

“Just like that,” he whimpered when Theo shifted his angle so that every thrust hit against the prostate. He moved fast, reaching deeper, and then slowed down, dragging every movement and making sure Nicholas felt every inch.

The actor’s cock throbbed between his legs and he cried when Theo reached for it. The strokes were slow at first, shallow. It was just enough to make his body quake. The pounding continued, stronger and harder with every movement.

Pleasure became despair when Nicholas felt his every sense being taken over, all he thought of was Theo. How much he wanted to please him, how much he wanted to be owned and trained, how he would do anything to feel the way he felt being at his mercy.

He looked at the pictures on the walls, he saw his face staring back at him, wide eyed and bound, helpless, pathetic… SO HOT. His body flared up, a moan escaping his throat after one specially hard hit. He locked eyes with his picture self and for a moment he felt himself explode. 

“Oh my god, I’m going to-” The words died in his throat.

“Cum for me, baby.” Theo whispered, leaning in closer to breath against the back of his neck. 

That was all Nicholas needed, as soon as the words left Theo’s mouth he came undone. Thick ropes flew from his cock, staining the floor and oozing over his owner’s hand. His body shook uncontrollably, ropes creaking as he was swung back and forth, slamming hard against the cock that penetrated him.

Theo groaned, planting a kiss to Nicholas’ back as he finished as well, a scream escaping his throat as his thrusts became shallower. He left the boy with a wet pop and Nicholas whimpered.

“You’ve impressed me,” Theo ran a hand over his back as he circled to the front, kneeling until their eyes were leveled. “Hard to believe this was the beginning of your training… I’m going to have to push you further next time.”

Nicholas groaned, his face turning red as he smirked. “Yes, sir.”

Theo kissed him, briefly, before moving to start undoing the knots. He was halfway through the one in his ankles when he said. “You know, your friend Taylor is scheduled to arrive next week… Maybe I ought to train you together.”

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“COME ON, WHAT THE FUCK?” Sam Nivola cried out, thrashing his body around. He was taken in the middle of the night, bag over his head as he was half dragged for what felt like an eternity. He tried to scream and wriggle out of his captor’s grip but he was easily subdued.

When the bag was removed he found himself in a dimly lit chamber with no windows, the furniture around it was luxurious, all coated in red velvet and a stark contrast to the plain polished stone walls and flooring. There were pictures of him everywhere, naked, bound, humiliated. He felt a mixture of anger and arousal.

And then he was strung up, his back pressed against a pillar, wrists bound together and tied to a hook at its top, forcing him to stand on his toes. Ropes circled just above his chest and another on his waist, tying him back to the surface and finally his ankles had been forced off the ground, legs bending as they were tied to the sides. And he was left there.

“You should be very thankful that Julian is really good at his job.” The large doors ahead of him creaked open and Theo walked inside, wearing nothing but a pair of black leather underwear, the muscles of his thighs flexing with every step. He approached and reached out a hand to hold Sam’s neck. “Do you know what would happen if the knots gave way to your ridiculous squirming? I would hate to ruin that pretty face.”

“I don’t know, maybe don’t keep me waiting then!” Sam quipped, sounding more annoyed then he realized. Something flashed in Theo’s eyes, but it was gone the next second.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Theo said, reaching for the hem of his pajama shirt. He tugged down on it and the fabric ripped as Sam’s body was pulled forward as much as the ropes allowed. He hissed. “You’re here to serve me and I could leave you here for a whole day if I so wished.”

“Oh, wow, thank you, your highness.” Sam rolled his eyes.

Theo ignored him, reaching for his shoes and removing them one by one. They fell to the floor, being quickly followed by the socks. Sam’s body convulsed when nails dug into the skin of his soles, a desperate laugh escaping his throat.

Sam bit down on his lower lip as he felt hands pressing between his thighs. The ropes dung onto his skin and their friction had caused his cock to stiffen, fighting against his pajama pants. He hated how much his body responded to being tied up. He turned his head away when Theo looked up, refusing to meet his eyes. 

The top of the pants was cut away, his cock springing free as the fabric tore all the way down, scraps of fabric pooling beneath him. “AH!” He cried out when a hand slapped down on him, his body jerking forward as his dick was made to bounce.

Theo grabbed the base, squeezing hard as he pulled his hand up. Nerves flared up all over Sam’s body. “Oh look at that, precumming already?” He said, reaching the head and squeezing out as much as he could. He took it in his thumb and raised it to the actor’s mouth. He pursed his lips, turning his face away, but it didn’t matter. Fingers dug onto his chin, forcing his head as they pried open his mouth, making him taste himself.

“Good boy.” Theo said, a wicked grin in his face as he made Sam suck on his finger. 

The dom bent down, crouching between Sam’s bound legs. Their gazes met and the actor sucked in a breath as Theo’s lips parted open. He took him in one gulf, tongue sliding over the shaft all the way to the base before coming back up. He reached out to cup the balls, pulling on them as the dick reached the back of his throat.

Sam moaned as pleasure surged through, he was tied up, suspended and completely under someone else’s control. He wanted to fight, wanted to try and get out but in that moment all he could think of was how warm and delicious Theo’s mouth felt. 

Then it stopped.

Theo pulled away, wiping his lips with the back of his hand before reaching down and delivering a series of light smacks against Sam’s balls. The boy squirmed and screamed, his body arching only to be pulled back by the ropes. The sides of his feet pressed firmly against the pillar. 

“Someone is sensitive.” Theo said, enjoying every second of it. “Hold still.” he commanded and wrapped a hand around the balls and yanked them forward. Sam cried out, unable to follow the movement as his balls were stretched.

“You’re screaming too much,” Theo stared daggers into his eyes. “I’ve got something that will shut you right up.”

Theo undid the binds that kept his feet off the ground, lowering them onto the cold flooring. Sam’s toes scraped the surface, a shiver running through his core. The ropes around his body were removed, replaced by lower ones binding his thighs to the pillar and the one that held his arms up was lowered slightly, allowing his body to slump forward. Hands fell against his air, holding firmly as his head was yanked down, his arms stretched behind him.

Theo kept him close, making sure he watched as the underwear was taken off. The cock sprung up, hard and bigger than anything Sam had ever seen, it slapped against his cheeks. He wasn’t given much time to prepare before his lips were forced open by the weight and made to close around it.

The hand on his hair controlled his movements, a wet gagging sound filling the room as he was made to take every inch, his throat filling up as the assault plunged deeper. “Keep it in, that’s it.” Theo said as he held Sam down, the actor’s nose pressed against his stomach.

The thrusting began, his lips were kept open as Theo moved shallowly inside of them, breathing became harder as he was filled up over and over again, his body arched and every time he was allowed to pull away his breaths were shallow, it was all he could muster before being yanked back down and had his face fucked again. 

Theo pulled him away, grabbing his neck as he pulled his body back up and pressed him against the pillar, it was cold against his back. His heartbeat was fast, hitting painfully against his chest as a hand came to rest just beneath his jaw, holding him back.

“Who do you belong to?” Theo’s eyes burned, blue flames dancing on the irises.

“Fuck you.” Sam snapped back, voice hoarse.

Theo yanked his hair, making it hurt for the first time. The hand left his jaw briefly, slapping hard against his cheek. Sam let out a sound that was somewhere in between a moan and a scream.

“Want to try that again?”

Theo’s hand pressed against his neck, the pressure was delicious. His touch was like fire, setting every muscle of Sam’s body ablaze, the ropes held him back, he knew he wasn’t going anywhere, that he didn’t have a choice. And he didn’t want to have one. “Fuck, I’m yours.”

The position was compromising. Sam had been made to lay on the ground as Theo quickly worked on the binds. Sturdy leather straps were placed, forcing his body to fold onto itself. First his wrists were bound to his ankles and then his upper arm to the spot just below his knees. He was ordered to hold onto the ropes that stretched away from his hands, they were pulled back onto a hook which was in turn raised higher. He was lifted off the ground, a feeling of weightlessness taking over.

When the slaps came against his ass there was absolutely nothing he could do, the position didn’t allow him to even bounce away for more than a few inches. He looked up at Theo, he didn’t have another choice.

The man smiled, it was bright and eager, his eyes bore onto Sam’s, as if he could see through him, reach his deepest desires. He maintained the gaze, daring Sam to look away as his fingers began circling his hole.

“Oh my god.” Sam whimpered, preparing for what he knew was coming. He let out a series of moans when it entered him, it wasn’t careful, the finger probed inside of him until the knuckles and then pulled out, angling itself before plunging back in. He felt the lube being spread inside of him.

“Keep your eyes here.” Theo said, signaling for Sam to look at him. Hands rested against the back of his ass, lifting him up.

And he was in. Theo plunged inside of him, the angle offering no resistance. Sam’s eyes rolled back, his body tensed as he was made to take every inch. It was rough and reached deep but somehow it wasn’t painful, it was… incredible.

Sam’s body shook, his mouth shaping itself in a scream that never left his throat as Theo slid all the way inside. He felt the heat of the man’s thighs against his ass and the heavy, throbbing length inside of him, spreading him wide. The pace became relentless, reaching deep and barely pulling away before grinding back down.

“Oh fuck, make me ride it.” Sam cried out when Theo stopped moving, grabbing hold of his ankle instead and swinging him back and forth. The actor slammed down against him and was pulled away, his cock lay flat against his chest, pulsing at the same time his hole clenched around the intrusion. 

Theo stepped up, standing on the tip of his toes and angling himself further. Sam whined as the position made him stretch wider, grazing the prostate. Theo pressed his head down over the actor’s foot, feeling his body tense under him.

Sam laughed, his feet wriggling but unable to move away as Theo’s tongue trailed down the soles. It was wet and soft, it was ticklish and delicious. The actor’s legs trembled and he sounded as if his body couldn’t decide between a laugh and a moan, especially when the spaces in between his toes were probed, wet tongue lapping in between them. 

Theo slammed into him, harder this time, his breath becoming harder by the minute. His mouth circled around Sam’s toe, hand pressing against the back of the foot to hold it up as he wrapped his lips around it. It wriggled and tried to break free but his teeth caught it, getting it back inside.

He pulled away, making Sam grind against him as he looked down. The actor’s hair was a mess, sweaty and pressed against his forehead. His face was red, eyes pleading as he stared through beautifully long lashes, he didn’t speak, his rebellion having died long ago. He was exhausted, broken… Submissive.

His cock pressed hard against his stomach, precum pooling on his belly button as his body trembled with every movement of Theo’s hips, thighs quivering uncontrollably. 

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, face falling backwards before remembering that he had been told to keep looking at all times, he struggled to comply when a hand wrapped around his cock, setting the strokes to the same rhythm of the pounding.

Theo held it with a backhand stroke that made Sam lose his mind, it glided over the shaft and pressed against the head, the palm igniting the nerves as it polished the sensitive spot. He was fucked over and over again, slow and fast until he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, but he was made to.

Hips slammed against his ass, fingers digging into the skin of his waist as he was pulled closer, as if their bodies could defy physics and occupy the same space. His toes curled, flexing uncontrollably as his body became a temple for pleasure. Sam watched a single drop of sweat running down the side of Theo’s head, his eyes burning with desire. It was incredible.

And then he came, it was one hard stroke that matched how his prostate was hit that drove him past the edge. He cried out, loud and desperate as he oozed all over himself, his body going numb. 

“Good fucking boy,” Theo said, still stroking him. It had become hyper sensitive, each pull driving him wild. “Tell me, what now?”

Sam was weak, his voice barely a whisper. “Fill me up, sir.” he smiled.

Theo grabbed the back of his leg, slamming him down against him one last time. He grunted, eyes rolling back as Sam felt him throbbing inside of him, warmth filling him up as the thrusting became shallower. A hard smack came against his ass. “You know, you’re much nicer when you aren’t given a chance to speak.

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“Hello? Anyone there?”  Taylor Zhakar Perez cried out into the darkness, the soft fabric of a black duffel bag scratching against his face. Julian and one of the security guards, a tall, jacket man he had seen patrolling the halls a couple times, had come for him in the middle of the night. The guard had pinned him down on the floor as Julian worked on the binds, the bag was placed the moment he was hauled to his feet and forced to wander around aimlessly, guided by a hand on his arm. At first he tried to ask what was happening but after minutes of being ignored he simply gave up.

Now he found himself naked in a chair, hands bound in front of him, looped to another set of ropes that circled around his thighs and secured them together. His elbows had been tied firmly against his sides by a thick length that crossed over his stomach and the back of the chair, and then he was left there, the deafening silence making him more nervous than anything else.

Taylor was trying to reach for the end of the rope that secured his hands when he heard the commotion. The unmistakable sound of a door creaking open followed by the scuffle of steps, there were at least two sets of them. There was a yelp right before he felt something brush against his leg.

“Stop squirming.” He heard someone say, it was a clear, authoritative tone, unmistakable. Taylor held his breath at Theo’s command, although he hadn’t been moving much in the first place.

“Sorry, sir.” Another voice, this one sounding closer to him. It was soft and warm with the slight hint of a british accent. 

“Nicholas?” Taylor quipped.

“Taylor?” The other man said, and Taylor could’ve sworn there was something else mixed in with the surprise in his tone. 

“Quiet, both of you.” Theo’s voice cut through theirs, causing them both to fall silent. There was a short silence, the sound of breathing being the only thing to fill the room until a pressure was put to the back of Taylor’s head. 

The bag was removed in one quick motion and the actor had to blink several times to try and adjust himself to the lights. He was in a sort of dimly lit room with no windows, the walls and flooring made of polished stone although the furniture maintained the luxurious elegance of the hotel but instead of white and clear blue colors everything was either black leather or red with golden trims. In the walls were scattered picture frames and in each of them was a different picture of either him or Nicholas, naked and tied up.

Nicholas himself was next to him, their thighs brushing as they had been placed in the exact same position side by side, every bind meticulously placed, making them a mirror of each other. They exchanged a glance and through their eyes they shared many emotions, fear and caution but mostly desire. Taylor’s eyes fell to his friend’s neck, finding a black ballgag wrapped around his neck and resting against the hollow of his throat, he glanced down at himself, noticing that he sported a matching red one.

Theo was in front of them, wearing only a pair of tight black pants, the muscles of his chest glistening under the torchlight. His eyes were a dark blue, like the deep ocean, as he reached out to press a hand under each of their chins, tilting their heads until their eyes locked to his.

“Ready to have a night you won’t forget?” Theo asked, smirking at them both.

Taylor bit his lip, feeling his cock harden under the slightest touch. He couldn’t bring himself to answer, nodding instead. Theo leaned towards him, tugging harder on his chin as he captured the actor’s lips on his own. It was a clash of lips that ended too quickly, one moment his mouth was being explored, tongue tracing his bottom lip and the other the ballgag was being pressed inside.

Taylor’s mouth adjusted itself to the toy, his jaw being forced open to be bitten down on the hard material, watching as Theo turned away from him and towards Nicholas. The kiss was brief and yet he could see his friend’s cock growing between his legs as the gag was put in place. Nicholas Galitzine was absurdly hot, that he had known since the moment he first laid eyes on his co-star, but he somehow managed to look a million times better tied up and gagged. He wondered if Nicholas thought the same about him.

“Mfph!” Nicholas groaned as Theo’s hand found his nipple, the man circled his thumb around it before pressing down on the bud, pinching the skin and pulling at it. That must’ve ignited something inside the actor’s body as Taylor watched his cock pulse, rising and falling against the wood surface with every tug.

“I see you’re already excited at the prospect of being used…” Theo said as he shifted his attention towards Taylor who held his breath as the man reached for his cock which sat upright against his chest. The touch was soft and gentle, fingers clawing at the tip in small pulls. “Or is it from seeing your friend all tied up?”

Both boys whimpered and lashed out as Theo’s hand smacked against their chests. They were slapped and punched over and over again until their skin showed marks of the assault. Nick’s body was red, his fair skin being easily pigmented. Their heads fell back, pain and pleasure coursing through their veins as every muscle was targeted.

“Let’s see who breaks first.” Theo stepped away for a moment, allowing the boys to catch their breaths as they watched him step towards a cabinet and retrieve something from inside. A loud smack echoed around the room as they watched the man strike a riding crop over his palm, approaching slowly.’

Nicholas was hit first, the leather end smacking just above his nipple in a quick flick of Theo’s wrist. The man leaned forward and curled his fingers around the actor’s body as his body jumped from the impact. “Are you going to be a good boy for me? A good little plaything?”

Nicholas stared up at him, his curls falling around his face as he nodded desperately, humming something intelligible though the gag. Theo smacked him softly on the face, seemingly pleased. The riding crop came down a few more times, tinting his already flushed skin bright red in every spot it hit, Taylor could feel his friend’s legs shaking.

“MPFH!” Taylor cried loudly as two hits came down consecutively, targeting both of his nipples. Pain flared though his body, causing his toes to curl as heat took over his muscles. Theo stared down at him, eyes commanding him to be quiet.

Theo alternated between them, the riding crop cracking against their stomachs, chests and back, getting harder with each hit. Their breaths became ragged as their thoughts were fogged by the pain that kept them both rock hard.

Theo held onto the sides of their heads, turning them towards each other until their eyes met. Nicholas’ face was flushed, saliva dripping down his mouth as it was kept open from the gag, he stared through his lashes, a look of complete devotion that sent a flutter down Taylor’s chest. “You two belong to me, don’t you boys?” They moaned in agreement, their voices completely muffled by the gags. “I love how horny you two get the moment I start to tie you up, one bind and you’re already rock hard for me.”

Theo kneeled next to Taylor, reaching in between the actor’s legs and squeezing on his cockhead. “Look how much you’re leaking.” He said, spreading the precum over his thumb and reaching up, pressing his fingers inside of Taylor’s mouth in the small space above the gag. The intrusion was sudden, his jaw straining as he was made to taste himself, groaning against the touch. “Now let’s get on with the main event.”

The main event consisted of having Taylor and Nicholas in an extremely compromising position. The gags were removed and they had been made to kneel back to back on top of a large surface with a leather padded top, their wrists still bound together in front of them. First came the harness, sturdy ropes weaving across their chests and pulling them flaunt, the loose ends tied back to a ceiling hook.

Then there was a hand in their shoulders, forcing them down until they had to use their hands to support them. Theo took time adjusting them on all fours, Nicholas’ feet grazed the inside of Taylor’s legs as their asses were pressed together. Ropes circled their upper thighs, binding them to each other on either side. The position didn’t allow them to move much, at the same time as it made it difficult for them to maintain balance, every time one of them tugged on the ropes, the other had his body jolted backwards.

“Press against each other.” Theo called as he finished setting up the last bind. Taylor backed up as much as he could, feeling the warmth and softness of Nicholas’ skin pressed flush against his.

Theo circled around them, taking Taylor’s chin in hands as his fingers danced across the actor’s bottom lip before pressing inside and squeezing down on his tongue. Taylor kept his mouth open, licking the thumb even as a hand came cracking down on his ass, causing his body to jolt forward, pulling Nicholas along.

“Tell me you want cock, boy.” Theo said as he pressed his thumb deeper, causing Taylor to get dangerously close to gagging. 

“I want your cock, sir.” Taylor spoke, the words sounding garbled as his tongue was immobilized. “So fucking bad.”

Theo made sure Taylor stared at him as he reached for his pants, sliding them off with ease, his cock springing up to hit the boy in the cheek. He was huge, the weight and heat against the actor’s skin causing him to groan with need. “Stick your tongue out.” He reached for Taylor’s head, fingers pressed onto the side of his chin as his thumb held against the forehead, pressing his face flush against his thighs.

Taylor moaned as he was made to lick the shaft, the length glided across his tongue until he was forced down to the balls. His tongue lashed out, licking each of them before popping one in his mouth, causing Theo to groan. 

And he sucked, his body jolting forward as the wet sounds of his mouth being banged filled the room. Theo was relentless, thrusting inside of his lips without any care until Taylor gagged on his cock, he pulled away slightly, allowing the boy to catch his breath but the actor didn’t want him to go easy. He took matters into his own hands, hollowing his cheeks as his tongue darted out, lapping over the head and sucking it inside until every inch was in, hitting the back of his throat.

Taylor moaned, saliva dripping down his chin as he choked over and over again, trying hard to prove something, although he didn’t know if he was doing it for himself or for Theo. He angled his head up, pressing his ass harder against Nicholas  as he swallowed every inch.

His lips were wet and swollen when Theo pulled away, he didn’t say much although for a brief moment he reached up and patted Taylor’s head warmly. He moved to stand before Nicholas and by the sounds of wet gagging and his friend’s ragged breaths he was getting the same treatment. 

Taylor wished he could see what was happening, the thought of Nicholas tied up and facefucked was something otherworldly. He pictured his friends, lips swollen around Theo’s thick cock as the man thrust deep inside, making his eyes water. Taylor’s cock throbbed uselessly between his legs.

“I’ve got a surprise for you both. Stick your asses out.” Theo said he moved to a cabinet in front of Taylor and the actor’s body ached as he saw the toy he carried. It was a thick double-ended dildo.

Taylor arched his back, throwing his ass as high as the position would allow as he felt Nicholas doing the same behind him. He was first, slick was spread over his entrance, coating him shallowly before the pressure came. “FUCK!” He yelled as the thick head of the toy slid inside of him, burning through the pressure as the first few inches entered.

“Oh god.” Nicholas whimpered as he took his turn. 

“There it is.” Theo said as the pressure around the toy gave way slightly as each head filled one of them up, the remaining length sticking out and connecting both boys. 

Nicholas moved first, they didn’t have to be told what to do, his friend backed up onto him, fucking himself on the toy as small whimpers escaped his throat. Taylor joined him, feeling his insides being stretched open as he took more and more of the dildo.

They both arched their backs, leaning hard against each other as they fucked themselves. Their asses pounded together, small sounds of skin smacking against skin mixing itself with their incessant moans as pleasure surged through them both.

It was a lot, every nerve of Taylor’s body straining as he tried his best to move while being held back by the ropes. It felt different than anything he had ever experienced before, he had fucked Nicholas countless times, being dominant despite nothing that got anywhere near what Theo was. He had been submissive as well, as for what happened doing his initiation, and although all of those things felt wonderful what was happening now, with them both being tied back and owned by the same person simply felt right. Like they were always meant to end up together like this.

“Fuck, it’s so big.” Nicholas cried out weakly from behind him.

“Of course it is, you’re taking most of it.” Theo’s hands came to rest against both of their asses. “Greedy, aren’t you? You’ve gotta learn to share!” 

Taylor felt his body being forced backwards as he assumed Nicholas was being pulled off the toy. He forced his ass back, groaning as the toy reached deeper inside of him than it had before, it burned but his screams died in his throat as he felt the weight of his friend’s ass pressed against him, it was warm and grounding.

Together they took the whole toy, bodies arching and toes curling as they were brought closer by the toy. They moaned and cried as it lodged itself inside of them, grazing the prostates and filling their holes deep. Nicholas bounced against him, eager to feel more and it all became too much, Taylor’s body slumped, knees falling backwards until he was only held by the ropes that tied back to the ceiling and the next time he circled his eyes were forced back as he took most of the toy.

They weren’t given much time to recompose when they were settled into another position. Taylor’s hole clenched in the air as the toy left him, a soft whimper escaping his throat. Theo used the binds on his wrists and tied them with a short rope to the harness, keeping his hands firm in front of him as he was brought to his knees and made to face Nicholas who received the same treatment.

“Hi.” He said, putting on a smirk although he thought for sure his face was a mess. 

Nicholas’ eyes lit up, a bright smile cutting through his exhaustion as he stared at his friend. “Hey.” He spoke softly, face flushed and lips swollen. Fuck he was gorgeous.

“That felt good.” Taylor mumbled.

“Yeah?” Nicholas laughed softly, a sound that never failed to make Taylor's heart skip a beat. “I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to take it, that shit was thick.”

Taylor thought back on how much the toy burned him from the inside out as it first entered, and then how it felt when Nicholas backed up into him, the weight of his ass, the heat of his skin. “It was, but I was with you so… It felt good.”

“How sweet.” Theo said as he re-entered the room after leaving them there for a few minutes. He circled to stand behind Nicholas. “Nothing like being tied up and fucked together to bring down the walls in a relationship, don’t you think? Now keep looking at each other.”

“Oh, yes…” Nicholas moaned, his lips falling open in a silent scream as Theo reached in between his legs, taking his cock in hands and stroking it slowly. He held onto the back of the actor’s harness, keeping his body from slouching. “Oh god.”

Taylor watched as Theo’s hand worked with wicked precision around his friend’s cock, tugging and pulling in all the most sensitive areas, squeezing the head and then sliding down the shaft, grazing over the balls. Nicholas’ body tensed, thighs trembling as his climax built up.

His face was a mess, screwed with pleasure as moans spilled out incessantly. He struggled to keep his eyes open but when he did he stared through his eyelashes at Taylor, pleading as if he was the one in control. He wanted to reach for him, to hold and finish him off himself but the binds kept him stuck. “You’re doing so good, baby.” Was all he could say.

And that seemed to be enough, with one last scream followed by a series of small curses that sounded dangerously close to a whimper he came. His cum shot out of his cock, jets flying everywhere, some splashing over Taylor’s thighs. Theo continued to stroke him, dragging out the climax until his body went limp.

Theo smirked, wiping his hand over Nicholas’ thigh. His eyes crossed Taylor’s for a brief moment and he winked before approaching. He stood behind the actor, his body burning every inch of skin that it touched. A hand wrapped around his cock and he felt himself being pulled upright as the ropes around his chest dug deeper into his skin.

“It’s always the really tough ones that make for the best subs,” Theo said as his hands worked slowly over Taylor’s cock. His finger grazed around the head, spreading the precum and polishing the sensitive skin. The actor hissed, head falling back as his eyes met Nicholas’ who watched with a dark gaze. “Don’t you agree?”

YES. Taylor wanted to say, to admit how much he enjoyed being in that position but the word died in his throat, his thoughts became foggy and he simply couldn’t control his voice. He moaned instead, losing to the pleasure that pulled through with every stroke.

“I want to see you cum so bad.” Nicholas whimpered, staring at him through those gorgeous lashes.

He didn’t know if it was because he wanted to please Nicholas or if it was just where this night had been leading all along but the moment he heard those words his body crumbled. He shook violently, fighting against the ropes as he throbbed against Theo’s hand. He came, oozing for what felt like an eternity in the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. His vision blurred and the only thing he could make out was the sound of Nicholas’ voice whispering his name.

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Jacob Elordi grunted softly as Theo finished working on his binds. He was tied to a chair inside a dimly lit room situated in the underground of the hotel, placed directly in front of a picture of him bound with his legs up and a dildo in his ass. The sight made him shiver at first, reminding him of what it felt like to be denied his orgasm for hours while stimulating his body. But now it only made him more aroused.

His legs were now spread wide, ankles tied to the legs of the chair and arms behind his back and over the back, a rope harness crossing his chest. He was only in a pair of tight white underwear which had been pulled up his thighs by Theo who crouched in front of him.

He groaned softly when Theo reached for his cock, rubbing it through the thin fabric until it stiffened against his palm, leaving him ready for what was to come. He teased, pressing down on the actor’s stomach and causing him to hold his breath as the fingers moved inside the underwear, gripping him tightly and stroking until his cock was completely up.

Theo pulled a pair of scissors from his pocket, the metal glinting under the torchlight as it was brought up to Jacob’s face. His eyes widened as the sides of his underwear were tugged forward, digging into his skin before the fabric was torn.

Relief washed over him as his member was freed from its confinement, but it quickly turned to despair when he felt the cold and harsh metal traveling over his balls. Theo used the dull side of the blade to tease him, pressing down gently and climbing up the underside until Jacob was squirming, cock pulsing under the touch that should scare him but only made him hornier.

Theo’s hand was drenched in lube when he gripped Jacob’s cock again, alternating between normal strokes and backhand ones, squeezing tightly and playing with his balls. “Oh yeah.” Jacob breathed out as his body was quickly overcome by pleasure. “You’re going to make me cum… sir!” He added the last word in a desperate attempt to be let go easy.

Theo stopped his hand immediately however, reaching for his chin and tilting his head backwards until their eyes met. Jacob was lost in the dark turmoil of Theo’s ocean irises, control dripping from his gaze. “Don’t you fucking cum. You hear me?”

“Yes, sir.” Jacob whimpered and Theo returned to stroke his cock, his toes curled against the ground, the ropes digging around his ankles.

Jacob bit down on his lips, moans escaping his throat as he was brought closer to the edge once again, his face screwed as he attempted to ground himself, to focus on anything other than how incredible Theo’s hand felt against him. It was no use. “You’re going to make me cum.”

Theo grabbed him by the back of his neck, forcing his head down as he whispered into his ear. “You’re only going to cum when I tell you to. I own you here.” Jacob looked down at himself, limbs spread out while his cock throbbed uselessly against the air. He felt pathetic and more turned on than ever before.

His eyes lit up when he saw Theo reaching for his pants. The fabric came down with one firm pull, being kicked away with ease. The actor stared down at the man’s thighs, hard muscles and toned shapes that made him wish he was being squeezed in between them. And then there was the cock, already hard, bigger than anything he’d seen before.

Jacob knew what was about to happen before it did, his mouth watered despite the small pang of fear that crept up his spine when he saw just how big Theo really was. A hand came to rest on the back of his neck, forcing his head down as the CEO stepped closer.

The actor’s lips wrapped around the head, groaning softly as he tried to bob his head up and down the length. Theo didn’t move, forcing Jacob to do all the work as he struggled to find an angle the binds would allow him to move, he felt the weight of the cock pressed against his tongue, sliding over it until it hit the back of his throat, causing his eyes to water. He licked over the sides, tracing the thick vein that stood out as his own cock throbbed in between his legs.

Theo felt warm and electric inside his mouth, challenging him to go deeper, some primal urge inside making him eager to please. He groaned, the air escaping his lungs when his head was forced down. He swallowed as much as he could, choking and coughing as his body tried to writhe away with no success. His throat burned when Theo pulled away.

“Good boy.” Theo whispered against his ear as he reached down in between the actor’s legs. Jacob whimpered when he was stroked, harder than before, fingers digging into the sensitive head and making him squirm as the pleasure overwhelmed him. He pulled away before he could get close enough to cum. 

Theo moved somewhere behind him and when he returned Jacob’s breathing took a frantic pace. He stared down at a bright red candle, the lit flame dancing on top of it as it was held over his thighs. “Take a deep breath, slow…”

Jacob attempted to follow the command, telling himself to relax his body although the looming fear of what was about to happen haunted him. The wax was hot, burning the skin of his legs without mercy as it dripped down over him. Theo moved slowly, not letting much fall at once. He turned towards the actor with every drop, making sure he was okay despite being the one delivering the torture.

Jacob cried out, loud whimpers escaping his throat as the candle moved upwards, tightening the skin of his stomach and chest. Theo kept a hand over his shoulder, massing gently, the soothing touch a striking contrast to the quick pain of the waxplay. It dripped down his chest, hardening against his skin. It burned, igniting nerves on his body as it all suddenly became too much, it should feel terrible but the pain was laced with something else… His cock throbbed in between his legs, harder than ever before.

Jacob had never seen Theo act kinder, his touch was gentle when he let him out of his restraints. He played fondly with the actor’s hair, constantly asking if he was okay as he softly used some wet tissues to clean the wax of his body. He was reassured that he had been doing good and in that moment he felt overwhelmed by pride.

Theo had guided him towards the center of the room, under an archway that separated the living area from the bedroom. There he had his wrists bound separately to a spreader bar that hung from the ceiling and his right ankle was tied back to his thigh. Theo’s warmth tied down the moment the last rope was finished.

At first he struggled to maintain his breath, jumping on the only food that touched the ground as his body swayed in the small space where the spreader bar allowed him to. Theo’s fingers dug onto the soft skin of his waist, steading him as the other reached upwards and took a handful of his hair, yanking his head backwards. “You ready to get fucked?”

“Yes, sir.” Jacob winced, already feeling the weight of the man’s member pressing against his ass. 

Theo adjusted his position while Jacob did his best to stick his ass up, arching his back as his face screwed. His body felt tense as the cock pressed inside of him, forcing through his muscles as he was spread open.

There was no time to adjust before the thrusting began. Theo moved rhythmically inside of him, reaching deeper with every thrust until his thighs were hitting Jacob’s cheeks. The actor cried at the feeling of having his insides spread wide, it was warm and ruthless against him. His cock swayed around, driven by the force of every hit and soon the thoughts in his head were completely gone.

“Fuck, I love it…” Jacob whimpered as Theo pulled him back against him, the angle reaching deeper until his prostate was being pounded with every hit. The CEO kept a hand on his foot which was tied back next to him, ghosting his fingers over the sole and causing the actor’s body to jolt.

Jacob cried out when Theo left him, he clenched against nothing as his entire body craved for more. Theo stood in front of him, hand reaching out to grab the back of his head and pull him forward. Their lips clashed, a moan escaping the actor’s throat as his mouth was claimed. Their tongues clashed together, teeth digging into the actor’s bottom lip and tugging it forward until he completely gave himself away. Nothing else mattered, he belonged to Theo.

“No, FUCK!” Jacob cried out as his hole was stretched out, the cold metal of the thick plug that lodged itself deep inside of him making the hairs of his body stand up. He was tied to the bed, hands bound to the bedpost as the back of his knees received the same treatment, keeping him spread out,

Two sets of electrode pads were pressed on either one of his thighs, all attached to the same small box from which the plug was connected to. Theo meddled with the levers and at first it was nothing, Jacob could feel a soft electric current coursing through his body, it barely tickled.

And then it began, his body burned as every nerve was lit up, the dial kept being meddled with, making the voltages higher and causing every muscle of his body to contract. The sensation was weird, as if his body had been set aflame from the inside out, but… it felt incredible.

Jacob’s head fell back, curses spilling out of his mouth in a current stream as his thighs shook uncontrollably, his hole was being set ablaze, causing his cock to swing violently as his body struggled to remain quiet.

“Oh, Fu-u-u-u-ck!” The actor’s voice broke when the toy was set to the highest setting. Theo placed the box down, the constant hum of electricity filling the silence. He reached for Jacob's cock, pressing a palm over the shaft and trapping it against his stomach.

When the stroking began for real Jacob was already too far gone, his thoughts became incoherent as his muscles could only ever think of how badly he needed to be Theo’s. His cock throbbed, balls contracting as his length was teased.

“Do you want to cum with that toy in your ass?” Theo asked, quickening his pace.

“Y-yes.” Jacob whimpered, arching his body off the bed as everything became too much to bear, he tried to pull himself back, to ground himself and obey. It was almost impossible with his body screaming for release, but he fought against it, he needed to be good.

“Cum for me, boy.” 

Jacob came undone, his body shook violently in the most intense, gutwrenching orgasm of his life. His legs tried to shut, but the ropes held him back as his cock throbbed onto the air, oozing the white liquid that sprayed in all directions. It felt electric, his insides being torn to shreds in the most delicious way as he came. He couldn’t stop shaking, not even after every drop had been milked.