"Did I do good, sir?" Jake muttered, half-lucid when he looked over his shoulder at Vars. His torso throbbed with a dull ache, but it was far from unbearable. He was proud to think that he took it all without a single tear shed, and even though his cock was still painfully untouched, a giddy shiver spread through his flesh when Vars flashed him a smile and petted his back with those hot, wonderful hands.
“You’re a very good boy, Jake. Now be still. I’m gonna shave your other side.” And by that, Vars didn’t just mean the back of Jake’s thighs. “Go on. Spread your asscheeks for me.”
Vars pulled on Jake’s hips to bring him to his knees. Swallowing, with his face pressed into the mattress, Jake reached back obediently to let Vars’s blade in.
Chapter 22 - Vars
Jake was so still he could have been a statue. A living, breathing statue with skin rosy from shaving and the strokes of a flogger. Stripes and blotches of pink bloomed over his back, which was so perfectly on display for Vars’s pleasure.
From his seat in the throne designed to make the dominant seem even more magnificent to a man crawling on his knees, Vars studied Jake’s posture, which had remained perfectly stable since Vars led him into the cage after the shave. Face in the pillow, hands entwined on his nape, ass high in the air, and knees spread wide—he was the picture of submission, obeying Vars’s command to a T even when the collar wasn’t forcing him to.
While inexperienced, Jake expressed needs that perfectly aligned with Vars’s. There was some fun in teaching unruly slaves a lesson or slowly breaking their will, but what Vars really enjoyed was willingly offered submission. He wanted a boy who craved to obey as much as Vars wanted to lead, and crucially—who needed care as much as Vars longed to offer it. He wished to make someone happy by giving them all the pain they needed, pain in which they could prove their servitude to their master.
“Nipple clamps?” Vars asked.
He was taking advantage of Jake’s downtime to go through an extensive list of activities he himself enjoyed, and to which Jake was usually responding “yes”, “no”, or “maybe”. For now, Vars would likely stick to the ones Jake seemed most enthusiastic about, and they could take it from there.
Jake curled the toes of his feet, taking a deep breath that Vars heard as clearly as if the boy were right next to him. Watching Jake clench his exposed ass every now and then was a pleasure on its own. When Vars had shaved him, the pink pucker of his anus had looked like it was begging to be fucked already, but Vars had enough self-control to wait and extend the pleasure in time.
“How much do they hurt?” Jake asked in the end.
“Depends what you do with them. And of course on the clamps themselves.”
So far, Vars’s conclusion was that Jake wasn’t a masochist. He would take some pain that fit into his fantasies of submission and to please his master, but hurting itself wasn’t his kink. When it came to questions of servitude though, Jake’s answer was usually a quick “yes, sir”. It didn’t get old. Every time Vars heard his boy say “sir”, a shiver of excitement bolted straight for his balls.
“Maybe, sir.”
It was the final item on Vars’s list. Vars could ask Jake about a few more things in the future, but they were too advanced for someone who was only starting with the lifestyle, and so Vars chose to leave them out for now. He placed the list on a small table next to the throne and watched the spread thighs and the plump ass that kept teasing him with the darker shade between the cheeks where Jake’s hole was. For a while, both of them just kept breathing—Vars watching and Jake staying perfectly still for his viewing pleasure.
He could tell from the slight tremble in Jake’s limbs that he was anticipating a command, but he wouldn’t give him that yet, too entranced by the way Jake’s stiff dick swayed between his thighs whenever the boy took a deeper inhale. Jake had such a pretty set of balls too, now bare just because Vars wished them to be. He’d always felt that allowing another person to change one’s body to their tastes was the epitome of obedience, and Jake, the twenty-one-year-old boy who was only starting to discover his true needs had given Vars that. It came with a powerful throbbing in Vars’s chest that spread all over him, all the way to his aching balls. He wondered if Jake’s were as tender as his own but decided they could both wait. Orgasms were most powerful when they came as relief, and he wanted to introduce Jake to the benefits of delayed gratification.