Sex in C Major
Chapter 39

A hot, wet mouth sealed over his nipple and began to suck.

Stefan whimpered as he was backed into the cold tiles. Hands slid up his back, keeping him trapped between Daz's palm and lips, sucking on his nipple like it was his cock. Teeth began to tug at the hardening nub, and Stefan could feel himself getting wet. Oh God. He wanted to both hold Daz's head closer, and push into the earth-shattering sensation and shove him away and beg him never to touch them again.

His resistance dissolved as clever fingers began to tug on his dick.

"Oh God, Sir, please, please"

Stefan heard himself begging. He could feel his body writhing between hand and mouth. Could feel icy cold tiles under his shoulders, and a white-hot tongue massaging his hard nipple, clenching between dangerous teeth. His dick throbbed in Daz's hand, and he fucked the fist that held him desperately, chasing pleasure, chasing this sudden gift of selfishness. His master was jacking him. His master was pleasuring him. His master permitted it.

Stefan came, biting his lip so hard he tasted blood. His thighs clenched around Daz's wrist, and he ground out the orgasm in shuddering thrusts against the trapped fist around his cock. His nipple felt numb, and his breast burned with heat, when Daz released it.

Then Stefan's jaw was caught in a hard hand, his mouth forced open, and a tongue stole his air.

He sagged, shivering.

"Slaves that behave," Daz breathed against his lips, "get rewarded. Slaves that don't-"

His abused nipple was brutally twisted, and Stefan yelled at the sudden spike of pain.

"-get punished."

"Y-yes, Sir."

"Are we clear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Turn the temperature up."

Stefan's fingers scrabbled, slippery and weak, at the taps. The water heated to a scalding steam quickly. Stefan stood passive, still shivering from the aftershock of his orgasm, as Daz briskly washed him with a rough flannel and a shower gel that smelled like limes. Stefan didn't even protest when he was bent over, and warm water flushed through his arse and cunt with a clinical, detached air.

"My toys are always clean," Daz said conversationally as the water was massaged back out. "You're ready for some more boundaries. One of them is you keep yourself trimmed. I'm not interested in some shaven twelve-year-old look, but I want to be able to see everything. Got it?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You're no longer to masturbate either. Your body is mine. Which means its pleasure is mine. You want to get off, you come to me. Got it?"

Stefan blinked at the tiles, stunned.

"Got it?"

No longer masturbate? But-but his sex drive wouldn't allow for that. He could wake up wanking some mornings. He'd jerked it in alleyways and toilets before, he'd been so desperate. There was no wa-

The slap was brutal. It clapped down on his arse with a deafening crack, and Stefan howled at the burst of pain that exploded over his skin. The second was even harder, shoving him forward into the tiles, and hot tears slipped free.

"No! I understand! I understand!"

"Understand what?"

"M-my body is yours. I'm not to touch myself. Never to touch myself."

"What do you do if you get that urge?"

"Come to you, Sir. Just to you."

"Exactly. Just to me. No masturbating. And no sleeping with other people."

Stefan breathed deeply through his nose as a hand stroked dangerously over the place Daz had hit him.

"Yes, Sir."

"What do you think happens if you disobey me?"

"You'll punish me, Sir."

"Would you like that?"

Stefan's nipple ached. "No, Sir."

"I've not properly punished you yet," Daz said lightly, shutting off the water and stepping out of the cubicle. "So if you didn't like that, treat this as a warning."

Stefan shivered.

"Yes, Sir."

"Turn around."

Stefan did so, keeping his gaze firmly on the tiles. He was drawn out by the upper arms to stand dripping on the bath mat. A hand came into view, and fingers stroked over his chewed and swollen nipple.

"If you need to get off, you may call me."

"Thank you, Sir."

"But call first."

"Yes, Sir."

The massage felt both unpleasant and wonderful at the same time, and Stefan bit his lip. It was tugged free and tapped.

"Stop that."

He nodded, and was enfolded in a towel and rubbed down. Daz's touch was brisk and clinical again, although Stefan felt his cheeks burning with shame as his arse and cunt were dried as well. He passively allowed himself to be steered back into the bedroom, and re-dressed in his bra and T-shirt under his owner's watchful eye.