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Oliver wanted to reply, to tell Daddy that he loved this. Daddy didn't give him a chance to answer though. Daddy didn't need an answer, so the next thrust into Olivers's throat, deeper and firmer, didn't give him a chance to respond, even with a nod. Daddy knew that Oliver loved every second.

The next question didn't need a response either. Addison's hard, rough thrust into him was answer enough. His throat was being claimed, and Oliver was aching hard. His tongue worked hard, only practice keeping it going as Addison laid claim on his throat and Oliver got dizzy with arousal. In the beginning he'd just submitted to the throat fucking, just keeping his mouth open wide and his tongue still, but he'd learned. He knew how to use his tongue to add to Master's pleasure, even when his throat was fucked hard and fast. The reminder that he was here to please Daddy, and the encouragement to be a good boy, made Oliver moan around the cock.

Each thrust was powerful here. It wasn't a rushed fuck. Oliver was made to feel the full force of each thrust before the next one came. Tears were streaming down his face, as Daddy grabbed his hair, making him moan and his hips jerk. His cock thrust against nothing, seeking relief whether Oliver wanted it or not. There was nothing to thrust against though, Daddy was positioned so that Oliver couldn't rub against him. That was good, Oliver didn't want to disobey him. Master owned him after all.

A choice. Oliver whined as his throat was suddenly empty. He focused on Daddy’s words, looking up at him with wide, conflicted eyes. He wanted to taste Daddy’s cum. He needed to taste it. He also needed to be fucked though, to have Daddy claim his other hole with his cock as well. It was hard to choose, and Oliver needed several seconds. He wanted both so bad. “I want-” he began, his voice raspy and hoarse from the fucking, “Ah, Daddy, I want you in my hole, please?” The chance that Daddy might not fuck his ass if he said throat was the deciding factor. He needed to be fucked, even if his aching cock would make it a trial of self control. He needed so bad to cum, and Daddy was an expert at making him feel good. Having his hole fucked always came with a risk that he might disobey, but he was getting really good at controlling himself.

As Addison looked down, his eyes were blown out and dark with lust. He wanted to see the boy come, wanted to hear him scream his name and arch in ecstasy. But he couldn't let his little pup think that he could control their lovemaking. "You like this, pup? You like how Daddy is stretching your pretty little hole and filling you up so nice?"

Addison didn't wait for a response. With a grunt, he buried himself in Oliver's throat, forcing himself deep until the boy's nose was pressed hard against his pelvis and his balls ached for relief. "There. How's that feel, princess? You want more?"

Before Oliver could answer, Addison pulled back and slammed in again, feeling his length curve against the roof of the boy's mouth, feeling the slickness of his throat and the undulating motions of his tongue. "There. Keep going. Remember, you only exist to make Daddy feel good, puppy. Be a good boy for me."

Teasing his boy was his little gift to himself today. He got to play with this beautiful thing, this living doll that had his soul pouring from his mouth and eyes. Addison craved it, savoring it the way a hedonist takes each and every treat that their body has ever asked for: voraciously, holding nothing back.

Addison gripped the boy's hair with both hands now, forcefully guiding his lover's head, wanting to feel the boy's tongue twitch and writhe as the girthy cock split him open. With a smile, the Dominant leaned forward, his gaze never leaving his boy's, enjoying the look in his eyes, the subtle widening as he realized his Daddy wanted everything to spill from him, taking all he had to offer. "I own you, pup. Your mouth, your cock, your hole. All mine. For my pleasure. Remember that." The fucking continued, never once letting the boy ease into the treatment. It was after the third or fourth forceful shove that Addison withdrew completely from the young boy. "I will let you decide if you want my cum in your throat or in your hole. Where would you like me, princess?"

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Oliver appreciates Rex' gentleness. He'd been so nervos about belonging to a stranger, someone who could do anything they wanted with him. Rex is nice though. Demanding, sure, and he can be strict, but he is nice and gentle too, and he makes Oliver feel so good.

Oliver's smile at Rex' playful warning fades as the master says he would prefer Oliver without the cage. The slave whines quietly and nods. He doesn't like that his punishemnt is inconveniencing his Master too. Punishment is supposed to be bad for him, not for Rex. He doesn't bring it up though, worried it'll seem like he's trying to get out of his punishment.

Not yet. He holds back the whine this time, just looks up at Rex, trying to look as patient and obedient as he can. "You know I love your scent, Sir," he says, before pressing his face against the bulge and inhaling deeply through his nose. "Mm, you smell so good, Sir. Makes the cage feel fight." It's true, smelling Rex has an arousing effect on him, it makes me think of Master's cock deep inside him.

he wants to taste now, but he knows better than to plead for it. The best way to get what he wants is to do as he's told. Besides, he wants to prove himself. If this is something a boy needs to know how to do, he'll do it. He wants to be a good boy after all. So he takes another sniff, rubs his face against the bulge before he lifts one hand, touching the man through his pants, rubbing it gently. "and then I'll get to taste?" he says, trying to use his words as well. He has a pretty good idea that Rex likes when Oliver aches for his cock. "Please Sir? I'll make you feel so good with my mouth, I promise. I just want to taste you so bad."

He has pushed things too far in the past, so he's nicer to Oliver. That's his deal. Still, something in him tells him he should plug and cage. Maybe tie his hands too. Make him sleep in nothing but a leather harness, so he can manhandle him in the middle of the day. Fuck his mouth until his throat is sore, so he knows better than to lie next time. But no, Rex is polite and concerned. If you behave nicely, I'll be nice to you. That's their agreement from day one, the promise he made him at the start. And Oliver was trying his best, he had to acknowledge that.

"It doesn't hurt," he repeats, "But you better try not to get hard," he laughs, a little amused about it. "Just know that I preferred if you had been without that as well," his hand brushes over the cock cage and he sounds a bit mournful. "I like to see your cock hard when I fuck your ass." But that's enough musing, they have business to get into it.

To his credit, the first thing Oliver does is ask for permission. Rex likes that. He'd hate to start with a slap across the face before his cock even got touched. "Good boy," he looks down as the other kisses him, and he tilts his head to the side: "Not yet. Take a sniff before. Tell me if you like my scent." He already knew the answer to that, but he liked to hear. Plus, if Oliver was creative, that would turn him on even more. Better result for both of them. "Then feel around a little," he insturcts him, "You can only pull them down once the cock is hard and leaking. A boy needs to learn to please his master even through clothes." It wouldn't be the first time he'd be put to that test. Rex was particularly fond of public play.

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Nathan looked up, confused but hopeful as Addison said he didn't hate him, but his face immediately fell at the next sentence. Addison didn't hate him because he was too insignificant to hate. A little bitch not worthy of strong feelings from the likes of his teacher. He bit his lip, trying to make sense of what Addison was saying. Now he sounded and felt… not quite affectionate, but somewhere close to that. Talking as if there was a possibility of Nathan pleasing him, offering to help clean him up. Then he stepped away, leaving Nathan with a very confusing feeling. An unpleasant tug in his stomach as Addison stepped away from him.

The lamp. Nathan was familiar enough with magic that seeing Addison flip the switch just the very second the group files in helps him connect the dots. There was a moment of shame, great humiliation washing over him at the thought of another class seeing him like this. Surely Addison was going to abuse him all over again. Except, it wasn't another group of students, it was the same. And with the lamp fresh in his memory he noticed how they were saying and doing the same exact things. It was an illusion. A clever one, but still just an illusion. Nathan wanted to cry.

“They weren't here,” he whispered. “None of them saw you use me.” He was ashamed he was fooled by such a simple trick. It didn't matter though, because Addison moved on, talked about destroying him as an act of love. A small part of him wanted to argue. He didn't want to be remodeled, but then he had just seen what Addison was capable of. So instead he nodded and crawled over to the man, beginning to lick his cock. He grimaced at the taste, but kept at it. It wasn't that he wanted to sniff the towel, but he wanted to stay on Addison's good side. The part of him that wanted to be good, to earn the other's praise, went ignored, pushed to the back of Nathan's mind as he licked thoroughly.

Nathan whined again, confused. He wasn't sure what Addison wanted from him. Did the man want a real answer? Could he possibly think there was a chance Nathan had liked this? Or did he just want Nathan to say he liked it? He did say he wouldn't hurt Nathan anymore though, and so far Nathan was pretty sure the other man hadn't lied to him. “N-no,” he managed, “I didn't like it.” Then he paused, frowning slightly, because while that was mostly true, it wasn't the whole truth he realized. “Not all of it,” he added with a sigh. It had been painful and humiliating and Nathan never wanted to be punished in front of his class like that again, but there was a part of him that did feel at home under Addison's command. And now that the pain was over a significant part of him wondered how good Addison could make him feel if he wasn’t primarily concerned with destroying him. Of course, he didn't think that was in the cards for him. Surely he'd fucked up too bad to ever be anything but a naughty bitch, only good to be humiliated and hurt.

His fingers went to the word Addison had written on his forehead and his eyes welled up with tears again, as he timidly admitted that he hadn't hated all of it. “There were some things I liked, or would have liked under… different circumstances.” He imagined Addison dressing him up, calling him a dirty whore, but without that awful disdain for him, and without all those people watching. Then, since Addison had said he wanted sincerity Nathan went on, his eyes firmly fixed to the ground now. “I… Uh- fuck,” he wiped at his eyes, struggling to get the words out, “I kind of hate that I probably won't ever get to experience how good it could be, if you didn't hate me so much, Sir.” God he hated making himself this vulnerable, regretting the words as soon as he'd spoken them. If he hadn't seemed pathetic before, this was the needle in the coffin.

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Addison’s words went straight to Oscar’s caged cock. Talking about his throat like it belonged to Addison, like it was his toy, hit all of Oscar’s buttons. The boy wanted to be treated like a possession, used for Addison's pleasure, and Addison knew just how to make Oscar feel used in just the right way.

Each thrust down his throat hit just right, teasing his gag reflex, but not triggering it. Oscar’s eyes watered as he nodded helplessly around it, feeling Sir's fingers on his face. His throat was made for the other. Hell, Oscar half felt like he was made for Addison, like his body and soul was designed to please the other man in any way he could. It felt good, knowing he was bringing his man pleasure. Well, it was perhaps more accurate to say his man was taking his pleasure from Oscar’s body. Either way, Oscar loved every second.

Addison's grip changed. Sweet touches turned into a firm grip on his jaw, fingers digging into his cheeks and Oscar moaned in response. He could tell his Sir was getting close. He knew the signs well by now, and he wanted the man's cum deep down his throat.

Then he got it. Addison thrus in deep and came hard down the sub's throat. Oscar swallowed eagerly. Even without Addison's order he wouldn't have wanted to spil a single drop. Oscar suckled and swallowed, licking Addison's cock clean as he pulled off. “Fuck, that was good, Sir,” he said, his voice hoarse from the blowjob, and his own eyes wide with lust and arousal.

Oscar moaned around the thick cock as Addison praised him. For all that he was a little brat Oscar loved praise. With any other partner than Addison he would have denied it, insisted that he didn't need it, but Addison knew him too well. Addison could see how Oscar needed to be praised and cared for, and Oscar trusted the man enough to not hide from him anymore. He hummed and nodded around the cock when asked if he loved Daddy's cock down his throat.

Then Daddy promised to take control and Oscar nodded harder. God, he wanted Addison to fuck his throat into oblivion. His cage felt like it was squeezing down on his cock, even though he logically knew it was his cock trying to grow, not the cage shrinking around it. Oscar relaxed his throat in preparation, and then it began.

Addison was an expert throat fucker, pulling Oscar down on his cock as he thrust into his mouth, leaving no doubt that he was going to absolutely ravage Oscar's throat. The young man moaned at first, but the sounds soon morphed to uncontrolled grunts as Addison kept fucking his throat. The fact that his own cock couldn't get hard, not that it stopped trying, just added to the experience. This was about his Daddy's pleasure, about how his Daddy could use him to feel good and Oscar, for all his frustration, loved it. He reached down to touch the cage, feeling in encompass his helpless cock. He wanted to come so bad, but knowing he would have to wait all weekend was as thrilling as it was frustrating.

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Connor hummed around the thick lenght, sucking more eagerly, using his tongue against the underside of Dio's cock with more precision. The cock felt heavy and hot against his tongue, and Connor loved it.

He glanced up at Dio when the man mentioned his virgin cunt, raising an eyebrow at him, all the while continuing to suck him off, massaging his cock with his tongue. When he felt the man's cock against the back of his throat he took it as a sign to show what he was good for and relaxed his throat before sinking deeper onto the cock, humming contently at the fingers in his hair.

He pulled back a little as he was given a new instruction, nodding his understanding around Dio's cock. After another second he pulled off completely and kissed the tip before moving to adjust his position. "Mm, you wanna eat me out? Guess I'm in for a real treat then?" Connor loved having his hole played with in any way really, but being eaten out was easily one of his favorites. Once he was positioned with his ass over Dio's face he went back to work, taking the thick cock eagerly down his throat, bobbing up and down as he gradually worked on getting the member all the way down.

"Fuck, that feels so good," Dio moaned as Connor wrapped his soft lips around his throbbing cock. He was hard, the blood rushing to his head, and it turned him on even more to watch the pretty boy bob his head on his massive length. "Mm, that's a good little cocksucker. Get it nice and wet for me."

He laid back on the couch, letting his hands grip the sides of it. His eyes rolled back, lost in the pleasure, the only thing in the world was the boy's tight lips around his aching cock. Dio gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to come right then and there. He wanted to savor every moment with the kitten.

"I gotta say I'm interested in seeing those lips at work," Dio responded to the young man with a large smirk plastered over his face, his eyes droopy and filled with want. "By the end of the night, I wanna have you screaming my name, begging for my fat cock to be shoved deep inside of you, begging for me to destroy this beautiful virgin cunt."

His fingers went straight at the boy with a tender touch, raking his beautiful locks and then scratching his sensitive scalp with the tips of his fingers, all the while gently tapping his tip on the boy's throat. The older man wanted to see him gag, see the look of sweet anticipation in his eyes before he made his lips work. "Come on, make Daddy proud," Dio growled in a husky tone, full of pent-up lust.

"Get me your ass on my face. I wanna eat you out while you blow me, okay? I want my face in between these succulent cheeks and tongue deep into your pussy, got it?" When Dio said that he was already imagining to himself what that young boy's hole would look like. And how good it would feel to finger him, eat him out and fuck his brains out.

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Oliver was a crier. Intense pleasure always made him tear up, and a throat fucking, the constant teasing of his gag reflex was near guaranteed to make the sub cry. He'd been embarrassed by it at first, but now he knew Addison liked it when he cried. He moaned around Addison's cock as the Dom touched his cheeks tasting his tears. His master had a way of making the things Oliver was self conscious about very hot.

He loved being praised, he loved having his throat stretched around the thick cock of his Dom, and he loved knowing he made his Dom feel good. Even if he didn't get to come he felt like he would be happy just staying like this forever, sucking his Daddy off while he was dressed up like this, especially when Daddy caressed his face like that.

Then Addison put the opportunity to earn his own pleasure on the table though, or at least that's what Oliver thought he meant. Taking care of him didn't promise release, but it did at least sound like Daddy would make him feel good somehow. Either way he was eager to prove himself. He sucked eagerly, moaning around the thick cock as he looked up at Addison with devoted eyes.

Inch by agonizing inch, Oliver took Addison's massive girth, his nose brushing against Addison's pubic hair as the man finally sank to the hilt. As he rocked his hips, Addison could feel the boy's throat clench around him, and he could see the desperation, the need, in Oliver's eyes as he gagged and choked around his Master's cock.

"Don't worry, baby. Just a little more. Show me how hungry you are," Addison cooed, his voice low and smooth, like a thick honey drizzling over the pup's ears. He loved watching the boy squirm, loved the way he flexed and swallowed around his cock as he struggled to adjust.

With a long, guttural moan, Addison began to move, pulling back slightly before sliding back in, his movements slow and measured, his touch almost reverential. Oliver was gorgeous like this. Eyes wide and glassy, filled with devotion and trust.

Addison reached down, his fingers caressing the boy's tear-stained cheeks and taking one of his tears in his finger. The droplet glistened on his pad for a moment before Addison brought it up to his lips, savoring the taste as if it was an exotic delicacy. "I can almost feel all you offer me," the Dom explained. "Your tears, they are as sweet as your devotion and as passionate as your lust. You are simply delicious."

It was not a hyperbole. His tears were loaded with the emotions of the sub: devotion, desperation, and arousal. And it was a delight for Addison to be able to enjoy them like this. His thumb absently stroked the boy's soft cheek, just a faint whisper of a touch, as his thrusts increased their speed, his own lust threatening to spill. "Just keep going like this, baby boy. Daddy will take care of you once you have proven your devotion."

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Happy Easter everyone! I have once again crawled out of the hole I reside in when I'm not posting on here, and am motivated to get writing again!

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Nathan whined again, confused. He wasn't sure what Addison wanted from him. Did the man want a real answer? Could he possibly think there was a chance Nathan had liked this? Or did he just want Nathan to say he liked it? He did say he wouldn't hurt Nathan anymore though, and so far Nathan was pretty sure the other man hadn't lied to him. “N-no,” he managed, “I didn't like it.” Then he paused, frowning slightly, because while that was mostly true, it wasn't the whole truth he realized. “Not all of it,” he added with a sigh. It had been painful and humiliating and Nathan never wanted to be punished in front of his class like that again, but there was a part of him that did feel at home under Addison's command. And now that the pain was over a significant part of him wondered how good Addison could make him feel if he wasn’t primarily concerned with destroying him. Of course, he didn't think that was in the cards for him. Surely he'd fucked up too bad to ever be anything but a naughty bitch, only good to be humiliated and hurt.

His fingers went to the word Addison had written on his forehead and his eyes welled up with tears again, as he timidly admitted that he hadn't hated all of it. “There were some things I liked, or would have liked under… different circumstances.” He imagined Addison dressing him up, calling him a dirty whore, but without that awful disdain for him, and without all those people watching. Then, since Addison had said he wanted sincerity Nathan went on, his eyes firmly fixed to the ground now. “I… Uh- fuck,” he wiped at his eyes, struggling to get the words out, “I kind of hate that I probably won't ever get to experience how good it could be, if you didn't hate me so much, Sir.” God he hated making himself this vulnerable, regretting the words as soon as he'd spoken them. If he hadn't seemed pathetic before, this was the needle in the coffin.

Addison was pleased with Nathan's response. A slut in heat was a good way to describe the young boy. He patted Nathan's head as he asked him once again, "Bitch, were you trying to answer my question or should I just assume the worst? Tell me, did you like it or not? Do you want me to keep this up or not? Don't be shy now, don't make a mess of things by disobeying me. Remember, I have the power to change your life."

He couldn't understand the tears in his eyes, couldn't wrap his mind around what had happened and what had been done to him. He had let it happen, hadn't he? Why else would he have responded like that, if not because some part of him liked it. He lost the challenge thinking himself better than a professor like Addison who had been teaching magic for years before he was even born, but now there was no winning anything. He was a blushing, tearful, completely humiliated submissive and Addison knew it.

"I won't be hurting you anymore," Addison responded. "But I want your response. I want you to tell me if you fully enjoyed it. Be sincere, and I swear I'll do nothing to you, trust me." He wanted Nathan to acknowledge his submission, for this moment, his defeat in a magical duel, the need for vengeance and anger being transformed into acceptance and need, to come to an end, for his plan to reach fulfillment. "Accept that this is your true Nature and don't lie to me: I will know if you are lying."

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He whimpered as Addison touched his tip. Even a light touch felt too much so soon after an orgasm, but he didn't have it in him to beg anymore. Not from shame, but rather from resignation. Addison would do what he wanted, and Nathan just had to take it.

Relief washed over him as he was gently lowered to the floor, left to rest at least for a few seconds. He had no idea if it was over, but he appreciated the break if that was all it was. He hated the way a part of him felt proud when the teacher told him he'd earned his approval. He didn't want it, he told himself. He just wanted the pain to stop. It didn't of course, but at least the class was dismissed, and Nathan could hear them file out,

He shook his head pitifully. He didn't like it, didn't like being fucked and humiliated, especially not in front of his whole class. Addison wanted him to say something else though, and he didn't know what. "Thank you, Sir?" he guessed, remembering how he'd been expected to say thank you earlier.

The teacher spoke, asking again how it had been. Nathan looked at him, trying to focus, trying to assess if he'd be in trouble if he told the truth. "I-" he sighed, confused. "I don't know what you want me to say. Please, don't hurt me anymore, Sir."

As he heard Nathan begging for it to end, Addison couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. His boy had learned his lesson, and with a few more tweaks here and there, Nathan would be the perfect submissive, a man broken and molded to his master's desires and whims. Addison reached and fondled the tip of Nathan's twitching, spent dick, caressing it with his fingers, and looking around to see if he could catch a glimpse of his own cum dripping down Nathan's butt. He got to his feet and pulled out of the young boy, feeling the excitement and emotion coursing through him.

Addison then smoothed the edges of his hair, tucking his dick back into his pants and grabbing Nathan's body to guide him down, letting him rest on the cold floor. "Good job, bitch. You've really earned my approval today," he said, looking around the class and seeing their eyes gleaming with envy, their mouths slightly open in shock. "You can touch yourself if you so require," Addison said, gesturing to Nathan, who was crouched down and vulnerable, shivering and twitching. "As for the rest of you, class is dismissed." Addison waved a hand towards the students and then knelt in front of the fearful boy in the floor.

"How was it? Did you like having all these people watch your performance? How did it feel, submitting and turning into a bitch in heat like a little slut?" he asked, placing a single index finger on Nathan's chin and then prodding his cheek with his full palm, pressing the boy's face against the floor. "Because you have not yet said the most important thing a bitch like you should say in these situations. Something that shows that everything's all right," he said.

With two fingers, Addison raised Nathan's face and then leaned close to him. "Nathan, how was it? Did you like this and how this felt?"

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Oscar moaned around the thick cock as Addison praised him. For all that he was a little brat Oscar loved praise. With any other partner than Addison he would have denied it, insisted that he didn't need it, but Addison knew him too well. Addison could see how Oscar needed to be praised and cared for, and Oscar trusted the man enough to not hide from him anymore. He hummed and nodded around the cock when asked if he loved Daddy's cock down his throat.

Then Daddy promised to take control and Oscar nodded harder. God, he wanted Addison to fuck his throat into oblivion. His cage felt like it was squeezing down on his cock, even though he logically knew it was his cock trying to grow, not the cage shrinking around it. Oscar relaxed his throat in preparation, and then it began.

Addison was an expert throat fucker, pulling Oscar down on his cock as he thrust into his mouth, leaving no doubt that he was going to absolutely ravage Oscar's throat. The young man moaned at first, but the sounds soon morphed to uncontrolled grunts as Addison kept fucking his throat. The fact that his own cock couldn't get hard, not that it stopped trying, just added to the experience. This was about his Daddy's pleasure, about how his Daddy could use him to feel good and Oscar, for all his frustration, loved it. He reached down to touch the cage, feeling in encompass his helpless cock. He wanted to come so bad, but knowing he would have to wait all weekend was as thrilling as it was frustrating.

With Oscar now swallowing his cock down to the base, Addison closed his eyes and threw his head back. The sensation of the boy's throat closing around him, the warmth and wetness, it was all delicious, and Addison couldn't help but moan in pleasure. "That's it, baby," he coaxed, running his fingers through Oscar's hair. "That's the good stuff."

Addison watched Oscar's beautiful blue eyes widen as he took his cock, which was swelling with excitement at his every movement. He let the younger man go at his own pace for a bit, simply enjoying the sensations and the blissful expression on his face. "You're such a good cockslut, Oscar," he said, tightening his grip on his hair and holding him down on his cock a bit longer. "You love the feeling of Daddy's big dick in your throat, huh? Yeah, I bet you do."

The Dom could feel his cock leaking precum into Oscar's mouth, and he could feel his own orgasm building. "There, now, be a good boy and let me fuck your throat," he murmured, loosening his grip a bit. "I'm gonna wreck that pretty mouth of yours and make sure it feels so good. After all, that's what you want, right?"

It was then the older manbegan to move. He pulled Oscar's head back a bit and then pushed him forward, thrusting at the same time, allowing him to truly fuck the younger man's throat. He continued for several more minutes, growing harder and more eager with every thrust. "Fuck yes, that's it, keep going," he urged. "Take Daddy's cock just like that!"

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Connor loved the reactions he got from the other man. The way Dio reacted to his cocky, bratty lines was delicious, and he couldn't wait for the man to put him in his place, one way or the other. He was already more promising than most men Connor had been with, with how he took his time to tease Connor, and something about the way he spoke made it feel like he was in fact as good as he tried to make it seem. Most men would have fallen for Connor's lines by now and gone straight to fucking him to prove themselves, or even spanking him. Not Dio though, he kept going at his own pace, taking his time, and it was delicious.

They seemed to be moving on though, Dio didn't want to just keep teasing him. It was clear that it was because Dio wanted his own pleasure though, not because he was letting Connor have it his way. And of course Dio wasn't going to fuck him straight away. The bartender gasped softly as the musician described how he'd eat Connor out while he prepped Dio's cock. "Fuck, yes," he murmured, "that sounds delicious." He wanted to ride Dio, to make him feel as good as he possibly could, to earn the pounding that would follow.

With practiced ease Connor put the condom on Dio's impressive cock and went to work, sucking at the tip first, applying pressure against the tip, pulling off enough to look up at Dio and speak, "am I trying to make you come with my mouth, or just getting you wet?" He wanted to know how much technique and effort he should apply. Without waiting for an answer he wrapped his lips around the cock again, taking it deeper this time. Depending on the answer he would adjust his technique, but for now he just gently sucked on it.

Dio couldn't help but roll his eyes at the bartender's cheeky question. "Feisty," he said, squeezing the boy's ass hard, leaving a set of red marks on his smooth skin. "It's tempting to keep teasing you, but I'd be a hypocrite to deny myself the pleasure."

He quickly moved off the boy, searching through his bag for the lube and condoms he brought. It was the smart thing to do, considering what he had planned. Turning back, he slid back over the boy, feeling his smooth skin beneath him. It was so beautiful, the way his body curved, from his slender legs to his toned stomach. "As much as I like having my dick all the way inside your pussy, we're doing this my way. Are you ready, kitten?"

Dio then extended the lube to the boy and the condoms. He then found a nearby couch and laid on it. "You are sucking my dick and prepairing it with lube and condoms while I eat your pussy out," Dio commanded the other, smirking at the pretty little sub. "Then, once you are prepped and my dick is sheathed I will lay down and you will ride me, you dirty little thing. I think you will love it, I'm sure your cute little twink holes have not tasted a cock like mine." The Rockstar grinned. "And if you can make me cum then I will put you on your hands and knees and rail you till dawn, understood, pretty little slut?"

This was fun. New York was a great city, filled with fun people and Dio felt alive. So much energy, it only amplified his desires, his intense lust and it showed.

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Oliver groaned around the thick cock claiming him. The sub loved being taken like this, especially when his Master swore like that and he could hear how much the other man enjoyed it. Making Addison feel good was one of Oliver's very favorite things, and nothing made him more proud of himself than knowing he could make his Daddy feel this good.

The praise and fingers gently touching the delicate collar made Oliver's stomach flutter. The gentle, caring gesture was such a contrast to the raw, rough way his throat was being owned, and Oliver loved it. Loved that even when taking Oliver the way he pleased Daddy would praise and cherish him. He moaned content around the cock.

His own cock felt impossibly hard, and once he was aware of it it was hard to only focus on Master's pleasure. He knew good boys didn't care about their own orgasms, but he couldn't help the need that ravaged his body. He was good enough to keep his hands away though, and forced himself to primarily focus on his Master, letting his own aching cock take up only a small portion of his thoughts. When Addison spoke again Oliver moaned louder, desperately around the cock. Daddy had noticed how needy his little sub was and offered a way to earn his own pleasure. Not an orgasm, Oliver noted that he didn't promise he'd get release, but even to touch his aching member was a delicious treat. So Oliver lifted his hands, clumsily caressing Daddy's balls as the man fucked his throat.

As Addison pushed his cock into the boy's mouth, he let out a low, contented sigh. This is what he needed, what he had been craving all day. He watched as the boy's mouth stretched around his girth, feeling himself enveloped in the wet warmth of his boy's mouth.

The Dom couldn't help himself. He was ravenous, impatient, and the desire to bury himself in his boy's mouth was overwhelming. Grabbing the back of Oliver's neck, Addison slammed his cock into the boy's throat, pushing all the way in, feeling his balls pressed against his pup's chin. "FUCK!" Addison cried, unable to contain his need.

As Addison thrust into the boy's mouth, he could feel the slickness of his throat, the tightness around his girth as he claimed his boy. "There we go, princess. You are doing a great job. Keep going, keep pleasuring Daddy and he will make sure you are well taken care of," the man purred, sliding a hand over the soft silky collar and tenderly petting his sub.

There was no fear, no hesitation, no disgust in Addison's mind when he saw the way Oliver's cock jumped and stirred as he was being forced onto his Daddy's cock. It was gorgeous, and it allowed Addison to feed off his pup's passion, allowing him to do more, to thrust harder, and fuck the boy's mouth like his own play thing. "There. Worship my balls and use that mouth to make me cum. Then we will see if I let you touch yourself."

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Oliver didn't need to be told twice. He looked up at Addison and eagerly wrapped his lips around the cock, taking it to the back of his mouth. He sucked, running his tongue along it, tasting it. He felt Addison's grip in his hair, the slight pressure enough to encourage him to take the man deeper. Not all the way down yet, but he relaxed his throat and sank just a bit further down on his Master's cock. He loved this, feeling the weight of his Master's cock in his mouth, claiming him.

Then, finally, Master stepped forward, taking control, fucking his throat. Oliver loved sucking off his partner, and given the chance he loved to take his time and suck him off at his own pace, but having his throat fucked made him feel owned and dominated, and he loved it, especially with Daddy calling him princess as it went on.

Oliver's own cock was hard, and getting harder as his Daddy used his mouth and throat. He kept looking up at his Dom, wondering if in pampering Oliver the man would be inclined to let him come sooner than usual today.

Addison chuckled as he patted the puppy's head, giving him a few strokes, like he was scratching behind his ears. "Show me how grateful you are, pet," Addison growled, feeling his cock stiffen and grow under his pup's hungry gaze. He couldn't help the involuntary twitch of his member, his need to bury himself in his sweet boy almost overwhelming him.

As Oliver sank his mouth onto Addison's cock, he groaned and rocked his hips forward, feeling himself press deeper into his pup's wet, warm mouth. Addison's fingers threaded through the boy's hair, gripping him lightly as he tried to control himself, tried not to force himself too far into Oliver's throat. "Fuck yeah, just like that, princess. You are doing so well."

Addison couldn't help himself anymore. He was impatient, and he suddenly stepped forward, forcing his cock deeper, loving the way Oliver gagged and choked on him, the sound spurring him on, making him even harder and more desperate. With a growl, Addison began to thrust, using the pup's throat like his own pleasure toy, relentlessly driving deeper and deeper, moaning as the boy swallowed him.

"Take it. Take all of it, princess. You are mine."

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The pain was intense and any hope of bearing this with any form of dignity was long gone. The jeering from his classmates marked Nathan in a way he was sure he would never recover from, and Addison's words and actions scarred him. He wasn't convinced the pain would ever pass, and the fact that through it all he couldn't deny that he felt pleasure as well made the whole thing worse.

"Please," he gasped, as Addison maneuvered him into a new position. He wasn't sure what he was begging for. Mercy of any kind certainly wasn't on the table. Maybe it was a desperate attempt to stay on the man's good side, the best he could anyway. Addison did seem to like when he was pitiful and pathetic.

He wasn't sure what to make of Addison's words. Was he saying he was planning to keep Nathan? Or was he suggesting something deeper? He'd have to consider it later, it was too much right now. Instead he tried to go along with the man's demands. "Yeah, I- ah! I belong to you," he managed. Everything felt too intense, Addison's cock reaching too deep, and then the teacher came, filling him with hot, wet cum, and Nathan hoped, pathetically, that it was over. That now that he was claimed in every way that mattered, Addison was satisfied.

He wasn't. Rough slaps landed on his ass, over and over again, tearing whines and whimpers from the student. Then Addison's command came, and to Nathan's horror he followed it. Another slap sent him over the edge, a wave of pleasure rolling through him. He groaned as cum spurted from his cock, giving him a brief reprieve from the pain as pleasure overrode it for a few seconds, but an uptick in shame as the realization hit him that he cummed from this, even with the pain and the humiliation Addison was able to make him cum by spanking him.

"Please," he gasped again as he came down. "Please, no more."

Nathan had taken him. It was a delight seeing his little slut being penetrated by him, screaming with desire and pleasure, and arching his back to make Addison's experience even better. He would fuck Nathan until the poor boy couldn't walk, or at least until he remembered who was in charge. "Yes, submit yourself to me," Addison said, placing one hand on the cheek of his pretty face, caressing him.

His cock was throbbing inside Nathan, his rod full of desire, and his mind raging with pride. He was his bitch now, his whore, his slut, his sex toy. Addison guided him to a doggy position, slightly crooked so that his knees could support him. With a hungry passion, he pushed deep into Nathan's asshole and started plowing him with rapid, powerful strokes, gripping his hips with both hands and driving his cock into the soft body of his student. There was a desperation to take the boy to pleasure beyond pleasure and to force him to submit completely.

Nathan's screams were driving Addison wild, and he could feel the blood pumping into his thick cock as he fucked him with lust and vigor. Addison was happy to have such a horny little slut in his arms, ready to be used and mauled any time he wanted. He couldn't get enough of having the young boy there, powerless and whining, right in front of his peers, his family, his friends, and showing them what he truly was— a little pussy ready to swallow the teacher's hot load.

Addison slid his cock deeply and fully, trying to maximize each penetration, maximizing his pleasure, his orgasm now approaching. "Did I tell you?" he hissed, gripping Nathan's hips tightly. "We belong together. It doesn't matter how much you fight me or how much you humiliate yourself, we are a team, and this ass is mine," he said, sliding into Nathan's hole, the sound of hips slapping getting louder and louder.

"Say it. Say that this ass belongs to me and that the bitch never wants to stop fucking me." The students cheered again, and Addison saw a wave of envy in their eyes. They wanted to fuck his bitch. Hell, he was sure some of them probably fantasized about fucking him themselves. But Nathan belonged to him. With one forceful push Addison was there and soon a river of hot liquid shot into the fresh, tight asshole, splashing and pooling until Nathan's butt became a hot, overflowing treasure chest filled with the teacher's hot juices. Addison dropped a hand heavily against Nathan's firm and bruised cheeks, roaming his thumb and index finger over his buttocks, and, not losing speed, he started clapping his palm against Nathan's flesh hard, trying to make him jump and ache with each blow, enjoying the reverberating soft moans coming from his throat. "Cum now," Addison commanded, continuing to beat Nathan's rump

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Connor let out a low gasp as the tequila poured onto his navel, spilling out onto the rest of his body. The sound gave way to a soft moan as the rockstar's lips pressed against his body, sucking up the alcohol, and moving on to kiss and lick at his torso, moving down towards his cock, which was growing from half hard to a proper erection just from the anticipation of those same lips on it. Of course, Dio didn't actually put his lips to it. Instead Connor whined in disappointment as the man avoided his cock, instead sucking at his hips.

"No, I don't mind," he gasped as Dio grabbed his ass. He was so hard for the other man, craving his touch. For all that Connor was a difficult brat, he loved being touched, and loved submitting to other men's hands and lips on him. A smirk crossed his face as Dio kept talking. "I like when it hurts a bit," he said, looking up at the man. "Think you can take me better than any man before you?" It would have been easy to just submit fully, agree that he'd never been taken properly, and let the musician have the ego boost, but he wanted to give him something to prove, to goad him into fucking Connor hard enough, good enough to make him forget every other man he'd been with.

Kisses and soft bites to his thighs had the bartender dripping, almost embarrassingly fast. He wanted to be touched, fucked, anything really, but Dio was having his fun teasing him, not making it easy for Connor, and it made Connor love it even more. So many guys would go straight to fucking him hard and fast, but Dio was taking his time, making him need it. So he wasn't surprised when the lips moved to his neck rather than his cock, not surprised, but frustrated nonetheless.

"Mm, what does my Daddy want?" he asked, wrapping his hands around the man's torso, lifting his own body up to meet Dio's and press his lips to his ear, taking just a moment to draw his earlobe between his lips, nibbling gently before he continued. "Do you want me to suck your thick cock the way I desperately want to have mine sucked? Or do you want me to present my ass to you? Work it open for you to fuck hard enough to make he forget that I've even seen another man? Or do you want to keep sucking tequila from my body with those perfect fucking lips of yours, see if you have it in you to make me beg?" Connor was frankly game for anything the rockstar might want at this point. He was already convinced the man could rock his world.

Dio couldn't help but grin at the boy's question, giving him a playful wink. "That's right. Let's see if you can handle it, kitten."

He poured a bit of the tequila on the boy's navel, the liquid rolling down his slender frame. Dio took his time, slowly savoring every inch of Connor's skin. He bent down, dragging his lips down the boy's torso, breathing in his scent. He made sure to avoid Connor's cock, allowing his tongue to drag across his warm skin. As his lips pressed against the boy's hip, he felt the curve of his ass, firm and smooth. It was a shame to see such perfection covered in bruises.

"I guess you don't mind me leaving a few love bites on this pretty little body of yours, hm?" Dio said, letting his fingers grip the boy's plump ass. He nipped at the skin, leaving his mark on the pretty little thing. "I bet you've never felt a man inside of you. A real man." He chuckled, running a teasing finger down the boy's tight little entrance. "It might hurt a bit. But you'll probably like it." Dio gripped the bartender's asscheeks hard, holding him still. He resumed, licking and nibbling his skin, leaving soft kisses along his inner thighs.

He finally reached the boy's throbbing cock, already leaking precum on his beautiful body. He thought for a second about reaching to it, but denying him pleasure would be much better. Instead, Dio slowly moved his lips up to the boy's slender neck, making sure to savor every moment.

"Now," Dio's voice was a low growl, "give Daddy what he wants. Lay it on me, baby."

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Oliver could hear Addison wet the plug with spit, excitement rising in the submissive young man at the sound. He loved when Addison used his spit rather than regular lube. There was a hint of extra drag to it, which drove Oliver crazy. For the really big toys they needed proper lube of course, but for anything he could take without problem he preferred knowing that Addison's own spit provided the slide he needed. The idea that the only thing inside him, save for the toy itself, was Daddy's liquids was particularly arousing.

Finally the toy pushed inside and Oliver moaned, pressing back against the toy, eager to have it inside him. He made sure to push just enough to show Daddy he was eager though, keeping himself from rushing the process. He knew Daddy decided how fast he was getting filled. Today it was slow and gentle, highlighting how Addison had said he wanted to pamper him. Finally the plug slid home and he moaned softly as Master flicked the tail. As it settled he wiggled his butt, to imitate a dog wagging its tail. His cheeks flushed, slightly embarrassed, but thoroughly enjoying it.

The gifts, it turned out, just kept coming. Next thing he knew Master was offering Oliver his cock, and the sub looked up at him with wide, eager eyes. He loved getting to taste Daddy's cock, getting to praise it, shower it with affection and worship to show his Sir how devoted he was. He wasted no time getting the cock out, pressing his lips first to the balls, holding the cock up as he pressed wet kisses to them, then drew them into his mouth, sucking eagerly for a few seconds before turning his attention to the base of Sir's cock, kissing and licking at it, working his way slowly up to the tip. "Thank you," he muttered after pressing a soft kiss to the tip. "May I suck it, Daddy? Please, want to feel it deep down my throat as I make you feel good."

Addison barely held in a growl of desire as he watched the boy bend over and expose his perfect bottom. The boy knew how to rile him up, and it took everything in him not to claim him right there. He was going to, but he was going to enjoy his little gift first.

Carefully, Addison smoothed his hands over Oliver's plump cheeks, loving the way the lace panties accentuated his curves. He took his time lathering the item with his own spit as lube and then sliding the plug inside, pushing slowly and purposefully, enjoying every inch of the boy's hole.

Addison was gentle, but once the plug was in, he flicked the tail, smiling when it bounced. It was gorgeous on the boy, and he loved the way it twitched and wiggled as it gave Oliver's bottom a sensual, cute touch.

"You're doing such a wonderful job, puppy. I think you deserve a treat," Addison purred. He pressed a kiss to the base of Oliver's spine and then gave his bottom a light tap. "Good puppy."

Teasing the young pup in a skirt and panties had Addison half hard already, just from the fantasy. He could imagine fucking him, could imagine pulling his cute little tail while sliding into his little hole. Perhaps today he would be nice to the boy who was being nothing but perfect so far. He turned around and presented his cock, waiting for Oliver to make a move. "Take it out and praise it, baby girl. Show Daddy how much you appreciate his gift."