right to punish me.
Or he could say Yes .
Dare was frozen for a minute with indecision.
The three-way relationship between him and Jeff and Roman wasn't
working. Dare could take back his own power with just a word and
walk away. End the struggle. Leave Jeff and Roman to their perfect
world of Master and slave.
But Roman's punishment would calm Dare, take
away all uncertainty and anxiety, and Dare knew that, ultimately,
it would be sublime. Roman would send Dare into subspace, where
there was perfect balance between pleasure and pain, and there
would come the moment where the only thing Dare was aware of in the
world was the rush of Roman's love.
Roman waited for Dare's decision.
Dare couldn't open up the whole "this isn't
working" can of worms. Not now. That would lead to a night of
discussion and misery. Dare wasn't good at break-up conversations.
He tended to avoid them, and this one could surely wait until
Sunday.
So there was only one alternative.
"I accept punishment," Dare said, feeling his
insides tremble. It would be bad. And it would be good.
Roman laid a towel across the bed. "Sit up
against the headboard," he told Dare, and Dare complied.
"Bend your knees, then relax and let them
fall apart."
Dare did this, too, thinking fewer positions
were as vulnerable as this one. Roman laid the tool on the towel
between Dare's legs and dripped lubricant along its length.
"This will at first be easy, and then it will
be harder," Roman said, but Dare had seen the thing, and didn't
need to be told.
Roman lifted the bottle and let lube drip
across Dare's thighs and groin, and it dripped down and seeped
between his ass cheeks.
Dare started breathing fast, even though
nothing had happened yet.
"Touch yourself," Roman said, with the tight
smile that let Dare know he planned to enjoy every minute. "Slow
and gentle and lazy."
Dare obeyed, his pulse speeding up, his
arousal becoming obvious.
"Since you defied the gentle anal training,
we'll work on it this other way." Roman picked up the lubed toy and
ran it through his hands, spreading the lube. "I want you to watch,
as best as you can."
The smallest ball disappeared between Dare's
ass cheeks, and he could feel it prodding his hole, worming inside
with Roman's guiding pressure.
Dare sucked in his breath and squirmed,
because it was hard and poked into him sharply. The first knobs
were pretty small, and they slipped into Dare without
resistance.
"There's the first three," Roman said. "The
little ones."
He let one of his hands cover Dare's, helping
Dare stroke himself, and fed more of the bulbous snake into Dare's
ass. "Four and five."
Dare clenched his sphincter against the thing
and groaned, feeling the intense mix of pleasure and horror that
accompanied anal intrusion. He was gasping for breath now, and
letting Roman masturbate him with his own hand.
"You're going to have to work for it," Roman
said. "Push against it to unclench the muscle and let it in."
There came more pressure, and a little bit of
pain. Six. "Look at it," Roman said, and so Dare opened his eyes
and leaned a little bit forward to see the snake-like weapon
between his thighs. Dare's cock went rock hard because he was no
longer passive to this, he was submitting actively,
intentionally.
It was both the best part, and the part
hardest to accept. This was… dirty, raunchy, shocking. Outside the
norm. Forbidden and taboo. But oh, God. It felt so good, like the
physical embodiment of submission.
There were four balls still outside his body,
and the last two looked impossibly big. Dare knew it was an
illusion, though, and that if Roman required him to somehow take
them in, Dare would manage to accept them.
He thought he could feel the length of it
curving up inside his body. He imagined eight or ten globes all in
a line, and had lost count of how many were now inside him.
"Push again," Roman said, and the next ball
really stretched him before his body accepted it.
Roman hadn't lost count.
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