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The hotel room was quiet except for the sound of Max’s belt hitting the floor and Charles’s ragged breathing against the sheets.
He was already flushed, face pressed to the mattress, wrists fisted in the fabric like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. His thighs were trembling, spread just wide enough to obey but not wide enough for Max’s patience.
“You said you could handle it,” Max said, voice calm and terrifyingly steady behind him.
Charles shivered. “I-I can—”
Max’s hand came down on his ass, sharp and final.
“Don’t lie to me.” Another slap. “You begged for this.” His hand trailed lower, smoothing over the welt rising from Charles’s skin. “You came to my room. You said, ‘Use me how you want.’”
A low whimper, muffled into the mattress. Charles didn’t answer.
Max leaned over him, his body heat sinking into Charles’s bare back, his lips brushing the shell of his ear.
“You want me to stop?” Max whispered.
Charles swallowed hard. “No.”
“No, what?”
Charles hesitated just a second too long.
Another slap. Harder.
Max’s voice darkened. “Say it right.”
“No, sir.”
Max smiled. “Good boy.”
He reached for the lube.
Max slicked his fingers with the lube, quick, efficient, no teasing. He wasn’t here to take his time.
Charles barely had a second to brace himself before two fingers pushed inside him, deep and firm.
“Ah, fuck,” Charles gasped, back arching involuntarily, hips twitching forward against the sheets. The stretch was immediate, brutal, and perfect.
Max didn’t ease him in. He didn’t wait. He curled his fingers once, then started fucking them into Charles fast, relentless, his pace already closer to fucking than prep.
Charles’s mouth fell open. His eyes rolled back as a full-body shudder rocked through him, breath punching out of his lungs in broken, high-pitched sounds.
“Yeah,” Max said, voice low and satisfied, watching how quickly Charles fell apart. “There it is.”
Charles tried to speak, but only managed a moan, his voice cracking under the pressure. He reached a trembling hand back, like he didn’t know whether he wanted to stop Max or pull him closer.
Max caught his wrist, slammed it back into the mattress. “Keep those hands where they are.”
He twisted his fingers again, this time just to hear the way Charles choked on a moan, face flushed and damp against the bedspread.
“I haven’t even fucked you yet,” Max murmured, leaning over him again. “And you’re already shaking.”
Charles could only gasp. “M-Merde, please—“
Max fucked into him harder with his fingers, letting the rhythm build, smirking as Charles’s thighs trembled and his hole spasmed around the intrusion.
“God, you are filthy,” Max breathed, pressing his body against Charles’s back. “You act like you hate me, and then the second I touch you like this, you melt.”
“I don’t—” Charles tried to deny it, but it dissolved into a needy sound as Max’s fingers hit just right again.
“Shhh.” Max kissed the back of his neck, voice almost tender. “Let me open you up. You’ll take me so well once I’ve got you ready.”
He added more lube with his free hand but didn’t slow his pace for even a second.
Max didn’t slow down. If anything, his fingers slammed faster into Charles, slick, punishing thrusts that had Charles clawing at the sheets, hips rocking helplessly.
“Sir, ah, fuck, slow, please..” Charles whined, voice pitching up into a desperate moan.
Wrong move.
Crack.
Max’s palm landed sharp across his ass again, the sound echoing through the hotel room. Charles gasped, more in shock than pain, his hole clenching around Max’s fingers as his body trembled from the impact.
“You don’t get to ask for mercy now,” Max growled, pulling his fingers out all at once, slick and shining. “Not after you came in here begging for it. You said, ‘Take me however you want.’ So now you’ll shut up and take it.”
Charles barely had time to breathe before he felt the blunt, thick head of Max’s cock pressing against his hole.
Max didn’t tease. Didn’t warn.
Just lined up and shoved forward, slow only for that first brutal stretch.
Charles’s eyes flew open, rolled back again just as fast, his jaw slack as a choked, broken noise escaped him. His fingers twisted in the sheets like he was hanging on for dear life.
“Fucking tight,” Max hissed through his teeth, hands gripping Charles’s hips hard enough to bruise. “Like your body knows it should belong to me.”
Charles whimpered into the mattress, voice barely there. “Too much—”
“No,” Max snapped, dragging his cock out an inch, then thrusting back in deeper. “You can take it. You will take it.”
He leaned over, mouth at Charles’s ear, voice low and cruel and possessive.
“You’re the one who said you could handle me.”
Then he started to move.
Max groaned low in his throat as he sank all the way in again, the sound dragged out of him like he couldn’t help it, like Charles’s body was too good around him, squeezing tight, hot, already fluttering around his cock like he was close.
“Fuck,” Max hissed, grinding his hips down and nuzzling the tip of his cock right against Charles’s prostate, just to feel him jerk. Just to hear that delicious, broken gasp from under him.
“There,” Max growled, hips rolling slow and deep, hitting the spot again and again with cruel precision. “That’s what you wanted. Right there.”
Charles was trembling, the sheets a mess under him, flushed all the way down his back. His fingers twisted in the fabric, then broke position. He reached back again, scrambling for Max’s hip like he didn’t even know what he was doing anymore, like he needed something to anchor him.
Wrong move.
Max caught his wrist with a snarl and slammed it hard back to the bed, pinning it there.
“I said,” Max breathed against his ear, voice razor-sharp, “keep them there.”
Charles whimpered, nodding helplessly, his other hand sliding back into place too, fingers shaking.
“That’s better.”
Max pulled out halfway, then slammed back in with full force, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. Charles cried out, loud and unrestrained, burying his face into the sheets as his back arched involuntarily.
“You’re mine like this,” Max growled, pounding into him now, fast, punishing, relentless, each thrust angled just right to wreck him completely. “Fucking made for me.”
Charles couldn’t speak anymore, just open-mouthed gasps, little sobs of overstimulation and need. He was gone, already cock-drunk and nearly limp beneath Max, every slam against his prostate drawing him closer to the edge.
Max wasn’t letting up.
“Don’t even think about coming,” he snapped, thrusting harder. “Not until I say.”
Charles whimpered again, nodding desperately.
“Good boy,” Max growled, breath hot against the back of his neck. “Now take it.”
And Charles did, wrecked, clenching around him like he loved every second of being broken apart.
Max’s hips were a blur, fucking into Charles with a ruthless rhythm that sent shockwaves through both of them, the sound of skin against skin sharp, raw, constant. Every thrust punched a helpless moan from Charles’s throat, his whole body jerking with each slam against his prostate.
Max was relentless.
“You hear that?” he growled, voice rough and wrecked, right at Charles’s ear. “That sound when I fuck into you? That’s you, dripping for me. You want this.”
Charles couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe. His cock was stiff and leaking against the sheets, twitching with every hard thrust like it was already begging to come.
“God, you’re close already,” Max murmured, noticing. He didn’t slow down. He just started to fuck harder, deeper, his fingers digging into Charles’s hips like he wanted to mark him there. “Haven’t even touched your cock.”
Charles sobbed into the mattress. “Please..fuck, please, sir!”
Max’s mouth dropped to the back of his neck, hot breath licking over sweat-slicked skin before his teeth sank in, not gentle, not a kiss, but a full bite, right over the tense muscle. Claiming. Marking.
Charles cried out, back arching, body convulsing under him, his cock twitching violently, already on the edge.
“Stay there,” Max snarled against his skin, lips dragging down over his spine between sharp nips and open-mouthed kisses, filthy and possessive. “You’re gonna take everything I give you.”
He slammed in again, deep and punishing, and Charles let out a strangled moan that cracked open at the edges, his thighs shaking with the effort of holding back.
“Please, please, I-I can’t—” Charles whimpered, hands fisting the sheets like he was going to tear them. His cock twitched again, leaking steadily against his stomach. “I need to..sir, I need—”
Max bit down again, lower this time, just above the curve of his shoulder and growled into his skin.
“You’ll wait.”
Max didn’t stop. He didn’t even pause. But his eyes flicked down, noticed the mess under Charles, how red and swollen his cock was, twitching against nothing but sweat-damp sheets.
“Fuck, look at you,” he muttered, voice thick with hunger. “Dripping all over yourself. Desperate little slut.”
Charles could only moan in response, a ragged, breathless sound that cracked in the middle. He was shaking, overstimulated, ruined, barely clinging to what was left of his control.
Max pulled out just long enough to grab a pillow off the side of the bed, slick with sweat from where it had been kicked earlier. With one hand on Charles’s back, he shoved it under him, rough, thoughtless, until it was wedged perfectly beneath his hips, angling him up.
Charles gasped as his cock was suddenly pressed against it, soft fabric, warm and textured, the friction immediate with every tiny movement.
“Better,” Max said, voice low and cruel. “Now you can rub your needy little cock while I fuck you.”
And then he was back in, one hard thrust, no warning, no build-up and Charles screamed into the sheets.
Every movement now slammed Charles forward, grinding his leaking cock against the pillow with each thrust. He was completely helpless, wrecked, his body jerking with overstimulation.
“Oh my.. fuck!” Charles sobbed. “Sir, please, please, I can’t—”
“You can,” Max growled, biting down again at the side of Charles’s neck, just below his ear. “You can take it. You’ll fucking thank me for it.”
Charles choked on a moan, his body caught between the brutal rhythm inside him and the relentless, teasing friction against his cock. It was too much. It was perfect.
His cock twitched again, hard, leaving another smear of slick on the pillow beneath him.
“God, you’re gonna come just from this, aren’t you?” Max groaned, his own voice breaking now, raw with how tight and perfect Charles felt around him. “No hands. Just getting fucked like a hole. So fucking desperate.”
Charles was gone, barely conscious of the words anymore, babbling something in French, his hands clawing at the bed like he didn’t know whether to hold on or give up.
Max buried himself deeper, biting at his shoulder again, thrusts getting rougher, faster, using him, ruining him.
“Don’t come,” Max growled against his skin. “Not until I say. Or I’ll pull out and punish you.”
Charles was trembling. Sweat-slick and breathless, his face half-buried in the sheets, fingers twisted in the bedding like it was the only thing tethering him to the earth. Every thrust slammed him forward onto the pillow, his cock grinding into it, wet and needy, twitching with every brutal stroke inside him.
“Sir, please!” His voice cracked mid-word, high and strangled. “It’s too much, I can’t!”
Max didn’t stop. His hips rolled harder, the angle perfect, devastating, cruel. He bit at Charles’s shoulder again, this time sharp enough to leave marks.
“You can,” he growled against his skin. “You’re taking it so well.”
“I..fuck, Sir, please, I—” Charles sobbed through clenched teeth, writhing beneath him. “Go gentler, please, please, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, I can’t hold it!”
Max’s hand snaked around his waist, wrapping hard around Charles’s hips and slamming him back onto his cock. “You don’t come until I say. You know that.”
Charles cried out, loud, broken, desperate and nodded fast, but his body betrayed him, twitching under Max like he was already right there, so close to the edge it hurt.
“It’s the pillow, isn’t it?” Max whispered, his voice hot and cruel in his ear. “Poor thing. Too much friction. Too much cock. Just getting split open and used like this…”
Charles gasped, his cock grinding helplessly against the pillow again and moaned, “Yes, yes, Sir, fuck, too much—”
Max’s grip tightened.
“You want gentler?” Max asked, teeth grazing the shell of his ear.
Charles nodded desperately. “Yes please, just for a second!”
Max slowed. Just barely. Just enough to drag his cock along Charles’s prostate with deliberate, teasing weight, the kind of grind that made Charles shudder under him, toes curling, thighs shaking.
But it didn’t make it better.
It made it worse.
Charles sobbed into the pillow, hips jerking, body clenching around Max with no rhythm left in his breath. “Oh my god, Sir, I’m gonna, fuck, please—”
Max smirked against his skin.
“Then beg me not to.”
Charles was falling apart.
His whole body was trembling under Max’s weight, sweat slicking every inch of his skin. His cock was raw with friction, trapped against the pillow with no mercy, grinding helplessly every time Max slammed into him. The stretch was unbearable. The pressure was perfect. It was too much. Too much.
And he was so close.
“Sir,” he choked, voice cracking, half-sobbing into the sheets. “Please don’t let me come, please, I’ll be good.. just don’t let me, don’t want to be punished,”
Max’s breath hitched at the sound of it, Charles’s broken little voice, the panic trembling at the edges, that desperate fear of being too weak to obey.
For a moment, Max slowed.
And then, while Charles was still begging, he sped up.
Harder. Rougher. Brutal.
“Ah, fuck, Sir!” Charles screamed, the words torn out of him like he was being split in two. His whole body convulsed, jerking forward with every merciless thrust, his cock grinding harder against the pillow even as he tried to lift his hips, trying to get away from the sensation. But Max had him. Max kept him there.
“You said you didn’t want to come?” Max snarled against his neck. “Then why’s your body begging for it?”
“I’m—I’m trying—” Charles sobbed. “Please, please, I’ll be good, please, Sir..slow down..”
But Max didn’t.
He slammed in again, deeper, rougher, until Charles let out a strangled, broken moan, body twitching under him, hole clenching so tight around Max’s cock he nearly lost it.
“You think I’m gonna make it easy for you?” Max hissed. “You beg me to ruin you, then beg me to save you? Make up your fucking mind.”
Charles’s hands clawed at the sheets. His thighs were shaking, muscles burning, his cock leaking against the soaked pillow with every thrust. He was trembling, barely hanging on.
“Don’t come,” Max growled again, voice right at his ear. “You come without permission, I pull out, and you don’t get to feel me finish inside you.”
Charles whimpered like he was in pain. “Yes, sir, yes, please, I’ll hold it.. fuck, I’ll—”
But Max was still fucking him like he didn’t care. Like he wanted him to lose it. Like he wanted to watch him fall apart and fail trying to be good.
And Charles was right there. Eyes rolled back. Voice gone.
Charles was shaking, muscles locking up, breath stuttering as he tried to hold it, tried so hard. His lips were moving around the word “please” without sound, sweat dripping down his neck, every part of him strung tight.
And Max watched him fall apart, knowing exactly what he was doing.
He could’ve slowed. Could’ve whispered soft praise into his skin. Could’ve let Charles calm down.
He didn’t.
He just drove into him harder, relentless, unforgiving, dragging his cock over Charles’s swollen prostate with every thrust, rubbing his leaking dick raw against the soaked pillow under him. Every sound Charles made went straight to Max’s cock. His need. His hunger to break him.
And then it happened.
Charles’s body snapped, back arched, head thrown back, eyes wide and glassy and a sob burst from his chest as his cock twitched once, twice..
He came.
Without touching himself, without permission, just ground out of him by the brutal combination of Max’s cock and that goddamn pillow.
A choked cry ripped from him as he came hard, thick and wet onto the pillow, his entire body shuddering through it, thighs shaking uncontrollably as he tried to stop even as it poured out of him.
“N-no—” he gasped, realisation hitting him mid-orgasm. “No, no, I’m sorry, Sir, I’m sorry..”
Max pulled out slowly, cock still hard, glistening, his face unreadable as he stared down at the ruined mess under him.
Charles collapsed forward, face flushed, breathing wrecked. “I tried,” he whispered, trembling.
Max didn’t say anything.
Not with words.
He sat down at the edge of the bed, slow, deliberate, then grabbed Charles by the waist and hauled him over his lap.
Face down.
Ass up.
Charles gasped, still panting, limp and exposed, hole twitching and glistening, thighs slick with slick and sweat, his own cum smeared on his stomach. He whimpered at the position, the implication of it.
“Please…” he whispered again, quieter now. “I didn’t mean to disobey…”
Max ran a hand down the curve of his back, soft and slow, resting it across Charles’s ass.
He leaned in, voice low and calm. Dangerous.
“I told you not to come.”
Charles’s breath caught in his throat.
“I know, Sir. I know. I’m sorry—”
Max’s palm lifted.
Then came down, hard.
Max’s palm came down hard across Charles’s ass, the sound sharp, echoing through the room like a gunshot.
Charles gasped, his body jolting in Max’s lap, already sensitive and exposed, still trembling from the orgasm he wasn’t supposed to have.
“That’s one,” Max said quietly.
Charles blinked, breath catching.
“I said,” Max growled, his voice low and dangerous, “count them.”
Charles swallowed hard, voice shaking. “O-One.”
Another slap, harsher, faster.
“Two!” he gasped, burying his face into the sheets.
Max rubbed over the sting for half a second before his hand lifted again.
Crack.
“Three, f-fuck—”
“You’re going to thirty,” Max said, calm, even. “You come without permission, you take your punishment like a good little whore.”
Charles whimpered. “Yes, Sir.”
Crack.
“Four!”
By seven, Charles was squirming, hips twitching involuntarily, his cock twitching again despite itself, oversensitive, aching, already begging for more.
By twelve, he was crying softly, his voice faltering on every number, but still counting.
Crack.
“Th-thirteen—”
“You know what comes next,” Max said, his voice just a little darker now. “Every ten, you tell me what you are.”
Charles choked on a sob, cheeks flushed, ass stinging and red.
Max’s hand came down hard for fourteen, and Charles flinched.
“Say it.”
Charles hesitated, shame curling hot in his gut.
“Say it, or I start again from one.”
Charles whimpered, voice trembling. “I—I’m a bad boy.”
Max’s hand cracked down immediately again.
“Louder.”
“I’m a bad boy!”
“Good.”
Crack.
“Fifteen!”
Charles’s voice was breaking, raw and desperate, but he kept going. He wanted to. Needed Max to know he could take it. That he could be good now, even if he’d failed before.
By twenty, his ass was red and burning, his face wet, and Max’s cock was hard against his stomach where he was pinned in Max’s lap.
Max leaned down, breath brushing the back of Charles’s neck, hand resting against the curve of his ass.
“Number twenty,” Max said. “Say it.”
Charles’s voice was barely a whisper. “I’m a bad boy, Sir.”
Max smiled, small, sharp, satisfied and spanked him even harder.
Charles cried out, hips jerking, voice raw as he gasped, “Twenty-one!”
They kept going.
By twenty-eight, Charles was trembling, sobbing openly, his voice ragged and wrecked. “T-Twenty-eight—”
“Number thirty,” Max murmured, dragging his fingers down Charles’s back. “You’ll say it proud.”
Charles nodded against the bed, tears hot on his cheeks. “Yes, Sir.”
Crack.
“Twenty-nine!”
Max raised his hand one last time, paused then brought it down with punishing, perfect force.
Crack.
“Thirty!” Charles sobbed.
“And?”
“I’m a bad boy,” he gasped, voice breaking, “a bad boy who couldn’t control himself, please, Sir, I’m sorry, please—”
Max wrapped an arm around his chest and pulled him upright, still across his lap, still crying and pressed a kiss just behind his ear.
“You did so well,” he murmured, voice softer now. “You took all thirty like a good boy. You’re learning.”
Charles nodded, shaking, melting into him, everything aching, everything good.
“Think you’ve earned the chance to make it up to me properly?”
“Yes, Sir,” Charles whispered, wrecked and ready.
Charles was still shaking in Max’s lap, his breath catching in soft little gasps between the tears streaking down his cheeks. His thighs were trembling, cock flushed and hard again, despite everything, or maybe because of it.
Max noticed.
Of course he noticed.
He tilted Charles’s face toward him with a firm grip on his chin, dragging a thumb over his wet cheek.
“Look at you,” Max murmured, dark amusement in his voice. “Crying from a spanking like a perfect little slut.”
Charles sniffled, blinking up at him through glassy eyes, wrecked but obedient.
“You like when it hurts, don’t you?” Max pressed, voice lower now. “You get hard when I put you in your place.”
Charles’s face flushed deeper, and his gaze dropped.
Max gripped his jaw harder, forcing eye contact. “Don’t look away. Answer me.”
Charles swallowed thickly. “Y-yes, Sir.”
Max smirked. “You came without permission, got spanked until you cried, and now your cock is hard again. What does that say about you, Charlie?”
Charles’s voice cracked: “That I’m a… a bad boy who likes being used.”
Max hummed, satisfied and reached for something from the bedside drawer. A small snap of rubber. Metal. Charles’s breath hitched before he even saw it.
“I’m going to help you behave this time,” Max said casually, as he snapped the cock ring in place, wrapping it snug around the base of Charles’s hard, leaking cock. “You don’t get to come unless I want you to.”
Charles whimpered, more relief than protest, hips twitching already from the pressure.
“But we’re not done yet.”
Max’s hand disappeared again, this time pulling something small and black from the drawer. Charles recognized it instantly, his body did, before his mind could even catch up.
“Wait, Sir—”
Too late.
Max spread him easily, fingers practiced, and slipped the vibrator inside him with no hesitation.
It was already slick. It went in smoothly. And it settled perfectly against his overstimulated, still-sensitive prostate.
Charles gasped, eyes flying open, then rolling back, as his whole body arched instinctively.
“F-fuck!”
Max clicked it on to a low, steady buzz.
Charles’s knees buckled on reflex, but Max held him firmly.
“Stay upright,” he ordered, adjusting him. “Knees. Spread. Hands behind your back.”
Charles obeyed, slowly, shaking, his thighs wide apart, hole stuffed full and vibrating, cock twitching and trapped in the ring. His whole body was trembling.
Max was already naked, sitting at the edge of the bed like a king waiting for his prize. He palmed his cock lazily.
He looked down at the boy kneeling in front of him, wrecked, obedient, gorgeous.
“You’re gonna suck me now, Charlie.”
His hand moved slowly along his shaft, smearing precome with practiced ease.
“Like a good boy.”
Charles leaned forward, the position alone enough to make his body tremble, knees spread wide on the floor, cock flushed and throbbing in the ring, the vibrator still nestled perfectly against his prostate, buzzing softly.
He opened his mouth obediently, lips already slick, and took Max’s cock in slow, reverent, like he knew what was expected of him.
The moment his lips wrapped around the head, Max let out a low groan, deep and satisfied, one hand resting lightly in Charles’s hair, not guiding yet. Just watching.
Charles bobbed down slowly, cheeks hollowing as he took Max deeper, lips stretched, tongue pressed flat.
And then, as he sank halfway down, the vibrator buzzed harder.
Max had turned it up.
Charles moaned around him, loud and sudden, the sound vibrating up Max’s cock and his body jerked, hips twitching forward, his knees wobbling where they were planted.
Max’s hand curled in his hair now, grip tightening with satisfaction. “There it is.”
Charles’s eyes fluttered shut then rolled back as the vibrations pressed harder into his prostate. His throat fluttered around Max’s cock, and he let out another muffled moan, drooling a little now, completely undone.
“Fuck, Charlie,” Max muttered, watching him work. “You’re moaning while you suck my cock. You really are my perfect little toy.”
Charles tried to nod, even with his mouth full, tried to be good but his body was already trembling harder, thighs tightening as his cock throbbed against the ring, the vibrator sending him closer and closer to the edge without mercy.
Max smiled, watching it all happen, Charles’s wrecked little body unable to hide anything from him.
Then he turned the vibrator up one more notch.
Charles gasped, the sound broken around Max’s cock and his whole body shuddered again, hips jolting like he was trying to fuck the air.
His eyes rolled back hard, drool slipping down his chin as he tried to take Max deeper, throat twitching in overstimulated pleasure.
Max groaned low, hand in his curls, tilting his head up just enough to watch.
“That feel good, baby?” he asked, voice heavy with smug affection. “Vibrator making you lose your mind while you suck me?”
Charles couldn’t answer.
His mouth was too full.
And his body was begging.
Charles was on the verge of unraveling. Max sat at the edge of the bed, utterly composed, fingers curled tight in Charles’s hair as he watched every twitch, every moan, every involuntary roll of his eyes.
“You’re making a mess of yourself,” Max said softly, dark amusement lacing every word. “Mouth drooling. Eyes gone. Desperate and shaking just from a little vibration and my cock down your throat.”
Charles made a needy sound, barely more than a whimper, trying to nod even with Max’s grip keeping him steady.
Max chuckled, low and indulgent and tilted Charles’s chin just enough to meet his gaze. “That’s it, baby. You take it like you were made for it.”
He didn’t thrust. Not yet. Just let Charles do the work, the slow, reverent sucking, the flutter of his throat every time Max hit deeper, the soft, desperate little sounds he couldn’t hold back as the pressure built beneath his skin.
“Feel what it’s doing to you?” Max whispered. “How wrecked you are? You haven’t even been touched, and you’re shaking like you’re already coming.”
Charles moaned around him, head spinning, body burning, cock hard and aching and untouched, everything dialed in on the pressure, the presence, the command in Max’s voice.
And Max could see it, that perfect edge, that desperation. His voice dropped, quieter now.
“Don’t you dare come.”
Charles’s breath hitched, a sobbing sound against Max’s skin, his body locking up like the order alone was enough to drag him back from the edge.
Max smoothed his thumb over Charles’s jaw, soothing even as he controlled.
“Good boy.”
Max’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening in Charles’s hair as his control finally began to slip. Charles was still on his knees, still moaning softly around him, tears drying on his cheeks, body trembling with effort and overstimulation and Max had never seen anything more perfect.
“Look at you,” Max growled, hips starting to move, slow at first, then sharper. “Wrecked, obedient, desperate for every drop.”
Charles’s lips stayed sealed tight around him, mouth slick, cheeks hollowed with effort, even as the vibrator inside him made it nearly impossible to stay still. His eyes fluttered, barely open, clinging to control.
But Max was past the point of teasing now. He groaned low in his throat, his voice rough, hand gripping Charles’s curls as the pressure broke inside him.
“Charlie, fuck!”
His hips snapped forward one final time, deep, and he came, heat flooding as his whole body tensed. His head dropped forward, breath punching out of his chest in a shudder as he let go.
Charles took it, every bit, staying still and quiet, even as his own body twitched with need.
Max’s hand loosened in his hair, fingers gentler now, stroking.
“Good boy,” he murmured, still breathless. “So good.”
Charles stayed perfectly still, mouth slack, lips flushed and wet. His chest rose and fell in quick, uneven breaths, every inch of him still trembling, cock straining uselessly in the ring, vibrator still humming steadily inside him.
Max leaned forward, still seated on the edge of the bed, hand gentle now as he brushed his thumb along Charles’s bottom lip, catching the trace of his own release.
“Missed a spot,” he murmured.
Charles’s eyes fluttered half-shut, and without needing to be told, opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around Max’s thumb.
“Suck.”
He did, soft, slow, obedient, tongue curling around the pad of Max’s thumb as he cleaned it. Max watched him closely the whole time, eyes dark and unreadable.
When Charles pulled off, breath hitching again, his voice came out small. Frayed.
“Sir?” he whispered. “Please. Can I come?”
Max didn’t answer at first.
Just watched him, on his knees, flushed and soaked with sweat, thighs shaking, cock red and dripping and still tightly caged in the ring, and the vibrator still pulsing inside him, deep and devastating.
“Still asking so nicely,” Max said quietly. “Even with your whole body begging.”
Charles’s fingers curled into fists on his thighs. His voice broke again.
“Please, Sir. I—I need to—” He gasped when the vibrator shifted slightly inside him, making his hips jerk involuntarily. “I need to.”
Max reached out and tilted his chin up again, forcing him to hold his gaze.
Max’s thumb stayed on Charles’s chin, tilting his head up so he couldn’t look away. “You’ve been good,” he said slowly, like he was considering mercy. “But good boys know how to wait.”
Charles swallowed hard, lips parting in a shaky breath. “I’ve waited, Sir, I’ve—” The words caught in his throat when Max reached between them, thumb brushing deliberately over the flushed head of his cock, still caged in the ring, just enough to make his hips jolt.
The vibrator was put on high, relentless, sending deep, devastating pulses through him.
“That feel better?” Max asked, voice almost gentle.
Charles’s mouth opened in a soundless gasp. “Yes, yes, Sir,”
Max hummed low in his throat, thumb circling lazily, not giving enough pressure to push him over. “Mmh. I bet it does.” His free hand cupped the back of Charles’s neck, stroking once, almost soothing. “You want to come that badly?”
“Yes,” Charles breathed, his knees trembling now. “I want it so much.”
Max’s eyes softened but there was something dangerous underneath. “Then you’ll love this.”
The vibrator kept buzzing at that same punishing intensity, every wave making Charles’s thighs twitch and his hips jerk forward, chasing friction he couldn’t have.
Charles whined, head dropping forward, hands curling against his thighs as his cock throbbed uselessly in the ring. “Sir, please..”
Max’s voice was low, warm, almost affectionate. “Oh, I know you can take it. I know my good boy can.”
Charles tried, he really did but his whole body was shaking, overstimulated and helpless, unable to find relief. Every pulse inside him felt like it was dragging him toward the edge without ever letting him fall.
Max leaned in close, lips brushing his ear. “That ring’s going to keep you right where I want you. And I want you like this… desperate. Needy. Mine.”
Charles shivered, eyes glassy.
Max stroked his jaw once more. “Good boy. We’ll keep you right here a little longer.”