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As Izzy finishes him off, Stede lets out a sight of pleasure. He soon feels the little hands caress him with a warm cloth, cleaning off the cum off his belly and an idea strikes him.
"Next time, I'd like you clean it yourself." He pauses, as if considering. "After all, it is your fault I made a mess."
He has learned that giving Izzy choices is the best way to end up with a crying mess on his hands. The little thing had to be told what to do, and while it had taken a while for Stede to come around to being a pushover, he had quickly found to be enjoying ordering the little one around.
He looks at the man, as tall as three apples, and sees a shivers run through him. "Good boy," he adds stopping short of giving him a head scratch. He looks for another few seconds at the now blushing little thing, before letting his head hit the pillows, silently allowing Izzy to continue with his after-care duties.
It had been a present from Mary. A divorce present, a housewarming present. Her friend's friend was rescuing all sort of creatures, and she had found Izzy hiding at the back of a crate. And had apparently thought the irate little man, who barely reached to her knee, would be perfect for her ex-husband.
"What am I going to do with... that?" he had then asked, looking at the transportation cage where the small man was sleeping off the drugs given to him before being moved to his new home.
"I'm sure you'll find a use to him," had been Mary's parting words after having given him literature on how to care for one's small creature. He had read them, as well as many books on the subject, only to realise that as the owner of a creature, he could do whatever the fuck he wanted with them. Izzy role had been decided after one to many "Fuck You!", when Stede had informed him that with such a potty mouth he might as well clean his ass of the day's sweat.
While it had been in jest, it had led to an unexpected orgasm, which he had then demanded to be given daily. From there things had evolved.
He still did not know exactly what Izzy's life had been before arriving in his life, but there were the tattoos, the missing leg, the scars, the marks. This, added to the constant look of terror on the little man when Stede had tried to touch him, painted enough of a picture that Stede had decided to be gentle with him.
Only to come to understand that his new pet did not cope well with acts of kindness.
It had taken them a while to find a path and Stede had found he did enjoy ordering the little man around, pushing him until he broke, only to gather him in his arms and tell him how precious he was. It had taken a while for Izzy to allow him access to his genitals but had revealed himself in being able to take everything Stede had thrown at him. He had also been starting to offer suggestions, which they were always trying to implement.
"Sir?"
Stede is shaken away from his reverie and turns his head toward the voice, finding the small man sitting next to his face, his cocklet erect and leaking. He could laugh about it, as he often does, but Stede still feels the after effect of Izzy's rimming and simply smile to the small man.
"You've been good to me this week Izzy"
"Was I Sir?" And doesn't he look cute, with this blush.
"You were a good little helper at the workshop, being the best pin-cushion for me. Then you had a personal best and took four fingers in your hole, begging for more." The blush intensify and so does the twitching of his cocklet. "We will have to see if you can take my whole hand on Sunday, what do you say, maybe my cock too if you are a good boy?"
Izzy nods, whimpering with need, and Stede chooses not to push for a verbal answer. He has seen Izzy look at his erect cock more than once but has kept on telling him he was not ready to please Sir in such a way. But he was getting there and Stede was dangling the prospect weekly, knowing fully well it would not happen until the one year anniversary of Izzy in his household. A special treat for his special little one.
"And then, being my candle holder as I read my books in the evenings, making sure the wax falls on you and not the duvet and pillows. no, really, you have been a good boy this week. I expect great things of you next week."
They both know he will push Izzy to fail, and that it will end in wails and tears from the small man, who will beg for his Sir to stop while coming hard on his cum cushion, his ass red from the beating. Maybe he will change gears and surprise his little one with some intense breath-play. Stede had just read a book about it and was looking forward to implement his new found knowledge on his willing property.
But this will be later. "Touch yourself Israel" Stede finally says.
"Sir?" And Stede smiles at the sound of this. "You heard me, you can touch yourself. As a treat."
It doesn't take long for Izzy to come on the bed cover, some of it landing on Stede, who swipes the droplets of come with his fingers and feeds them back to Izzy. Leaving his thumb in the small mouth, Stede caresses the other man's face. He is not sure if its the soft afternoon sun caressing his skin, the after effect of his earlier orgasm not fully out of his system, or the look of bliss he just witnessed on Izzy's face, but Stede doesn't feel like dismissing him just yet.
Finally, he settles on asking Izzy to choose between being fingered until Stede gets bored, or telling him about the X tattoed on his upper cheek. It takes a moment and a whole face journey but Izzy finally chooses to be touched with care by his owner over revealing a piece of his past.
Stede chuckles, as he slides an oiled finger up the loose hole of the little man, and reveals in the moan of pleasure coming from him.
He has so many plans for Izzy, but for now, he'll settle on listening to him weep with need.