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*Knock Knock*
“Come In”
The person at the door hesitates for a second, before slowly opening the door and stepping through.
“Oh, it’s just you, Tavvy.”
Of course, Dirk already knew that, being omniscient and all that, but he didn’t want to put Tavvy on edge.
“...Sir.”
Dirk likes Tavvy. Maybe a bit too much. On a good day there's plenty of good things Dirk could say about him. On a bad day, plenty more. When Dirks is in his best state of mind, he’d say he’s competent, capable, personable, soft-spoken, and reliable, everything you could ask for from an ally, especially one as young as him. In his worst, he’d say he has his mothers hips, his fathers waist, and an ass that somehow gets the best of both worlds. Dirk can’t believe he’s saying this, but he’s starting to think that Clown might’ve been onto something.
“Well, how’s my favorite boy doing today?”
Tavvy jumped slightly, as he is prone to do, before taking a step forward.
“Erm,,,Well,,, sir,,,” He said, Dirk could hear the tremble in his voice. He pushed his feet forward with the practiced daintiness of a ballerina, and placed a clipboard down on the table.
“There's my report for the week,,,nothing particularly worthy of note,,, erm,,, well,,, most of it’s pretty important actually,,, but,,, we’ve dealt with it.” He said, placing a clipboard down on the table, sheets of important info written in impeccable cursive.
“You and…”
“T-” Tavvy jumps again, seemingly catching herself. “Miss Pyrope,,, sir,,,” He says. His eyes drop to the floor. “I,,, don’t think she likes me very much,,,”
Dirk let out a small chuckle.
“She likes you just fine, Tav. It’s me she has a problem with. Regardless-” Dirk suddenly reached over and grabbed the young man’s slight waist, pulling him into his lap. Tavvy let out a small gasp as he was tossed into the muscular man's lap. His nerves overtaking him, he began to tremble in the warmth of his mentor's body, his breathing growing heavy as he let out small whimpers. Dirk smiled. These days it feels like Tavvy is the only one who can make him do that. As much as a treat as it was to see the elegance that which he carried himself, it was far more so to see how it fell apart under even the smallest pressure.
“...I asked how you were doing, not what.”
Tavvy squeaked and shivered as dirks words hung in the air. He turned his bespectacled eyes to the floor, as he opened his quivering lips to speak.
“Erm,,,well,,,I’m fine,,, sir,,,” He said, his voice small and quivering. Dirk raised an eyebrow.
“Just fine? Not Great?” Tavvy laughed this time, covering his mouth and giggling.
“Well,,, I,,,, erm,,, haven’t had much to do,,,sir” He said, leaning into the man's chest. Dirk's smile turned back to his usual neutral expression.
“Really? Well that's not good. Idle hands are the devil's playthings, bro.” This time he really laughed.
“Stop calling me that,,,” He whined, beating his fist against Dirk's chest uselessly. Dirk let out a snort.
“Ill think about it the moment you stop calling me sir, bro.”
“Well,,, what would you rather I call you then?”
Dirk put a finger up to the corner of his mouth and made an exaggerated ‘hmm’.
“How about master.”
Tavvy audibly shuddered in response, his jaw hanging slack as his breath picked up, burying his head between Dirks pecs to hide his flushed expression
“Erm,,,I-I don’t know if,,,,” Dirk moved his free hand up to the back of Tavvy’s neck and squeezed, interrupting him mid thought. Tavvy broke into a series of gasps, squirming in Dirk's lap.
“Oh no, I think you can.”
“M-m-m”
Dirk's eyes narrowed
“Go on. I haven’t got all day”
Dirk moved his other hand down to Tavvy's thigh, giving the supple muscle a hard squeeze. Tavvy's eyes crossed as his knees buckled and his legs spasmed under the man's grip
“M-master~” He squealed, throwing his head back. Dirk cooed at him. This was always his favorite part. A few subtle words, a few small touches, and the boy was putty in his hands, just begging to be shaped and molded into whatever Dirk wanted at the time. He was a simple creature, all he wanted was to be reduced to a drooling, brainless mess. His Tavvy truly was a good boy. He was so easy, you could see it in his eyes, he practically begged for it.
“There's my good boy. How about we get you out of these pants, then.”
“Yes,,, please,,,” He begged, bonelessly pawing at his superior. Dirk took the opportunity to slip his hands down the young man's pants.
“Please? Please what?” He asked, teasingly.
“Please,,, master” He moaned, going slack against the wall of muscle behind him. Tavvy’s mind swam in an ocean of servile bliss. He loved to obey, he needed to serve, and Dirk was the only person who understood that. Dirk was the only person who could make him feel this way. Dirk was the only person who knew what Tavvy truly was, that he was really just a stupid slut, a vapid, mindless doll who was made to be touched and groped and fucked and spoiled, spoiled with rough, painful love until his seams came undone. Dirk could take him apart and put him back together in a way that no one else could.
He trembled, shook and whimpered as Dirk groped at his vestigial dick and balls. He can’t remember the last time he’d used them. They might as well just be stress toys now, for as much place as they have. Dirk always knew just the right buttons to push to make him squirt, without even needing to lay a finger on his little cock. It was humiliating the first ten consecutive times, but he loves it now. It’s a stark reminder of his place. Dirk was the only man in this operation.
Tavvy reached a shaking hand to the man's neck, leaning over to meet his eyes. His master was so handsome, with glowing, spotless skin and a jaw that could cut steel. He could only wonder what a specimen such as Dirk could see in a wretched sow such as himself.
“Need You,,,” He slurred, burying his face in the man's neck, as he rocked his bottom against the man's crotch. “Need you so bad,,,”
Dirk let out a chuckle.
“Someone's eager today. Well, go on, if you need it, then work for it.” Tavvy whined in protest.
“What? But,,, sir,,,,” He begged, but Dirk was adamant.
“Sorry dude, but in this house, you work for your meal. So go on, present.” Tavvy tried to protest, but eventually relented. The last thing he wanted was to wait for his reward, but if his master wanted a show, then he’d get one. Climbing up onto Dirk's hand-carved mahogany desk, his disappointed frown twisted into a sultry, devilish grin.
“Fine,,,” He pouted. “Want me to show off for you??” He asked, in a teasing voice. “Well enjoy the show,,, master,,,” He whispered. Tavvy slowly, achingly slowly, peeled the slacks he was wearing off of his waist to reveal-
“Well I'll be. I thought they felt different.”
In lew of his usual cloth briefs, Tavvy was wearing a pair of lacey panties in his signature dark purple, which squeezed his package and clung to his body in a way that accentuated his tender, squishy flesh, the place where the straps met his skin turned slightly red as the soft lace hugged his crotch. As he tantalizingly pulled his pants down his legs, Tavvy revealed a full set of lingerie, complete with stockings and garters, hugging his strong, built legs. He tossed his pants to the side, as Dirk leered with a pleasantly surprised look on his face. Tavvy tossed one leg around the prince's shoulder, before hooking the other around the back of his neck, using his powerful legs to forcibly pull Dirk's face into his crotch.
Tavvy stared down with an almost comedically innocent looking expression, his eyes wide and his lips squished into a pout, as he beat his long lashes at the older man in his snare.
“Do you like it?” He asked, his voice pushed one octave higher. “Rose helped me pick it out,,, she,,, said you’d like it,,,,” Dirk smiled, though Tavvy couldn’t see it for obvious reasons. Of course she did. And shit, he did like it. It suits him. He’d always been androgynous, but Dirk never knew he would take it this far. There's something so classically feminine about him, he’s like if a young man was an old woman, all wrapped up in lavender and old lace. It wasn’t just the clothes either. He’d put on a small amount of makeup, not a ton, but just enough to make his features look absolutely vibrant. He looked like a girl, like his mother, better than his mother, he’s the closest thing to a woman that Dirk had ever been attracted to. So effortlessly elegant it almost makes Dirk mad. But then he looks again, and he just can’t be mad at him.
“Well frankly, I wasn’t aware she knew of our little rendezvous.” He said, and it was true, though internally he knows it shouldn’t be. Of course Rose would’ve known, she sees everything, and even if she didn’t, they aren’t exactly subtle about it. Seems she knew him well though, both of them did, and with her in his corner, Dirk doubts he’ll be getting any rest on this planet.
Tavvy already looked pretty, but all dolled up in the way he was, he was drop dead gorgeous. It almost looked like he’d read his mind, all wrapped up in lavender and old lace. He could hardly take his eyes off of him. Shit, he was downright delicious, spread out before him like the world at large, Dirk could count every little muscle and ligament of his well built athletes body.
“Alright, you have my attention.” He said, grabbing Tavvy's legs and effortlessly pushing them up near the back of his head. Dirk quickly undid his belt and pulled down his pants, his cock slapping down against the young man with a loud plap. Tavvy’s eyes blew out at the sight of his master's member.
“Oh my,,, it seems you,,, erm,,, really like it,,,” He said, his voice shrinking slightly. Dirk grinned slightly, soaking up his protege's silent worship.
“Of course I do. Who could possibly resist a view like this. You’re practically irresistible, Tavvy.” Tavvy covered his face in embarrassment at the praise.
“Don’t say that,,,” He whined.
“Oh? But why not?” He said “It’s true, isn’t it? You're the most utterly perfect boy I’ve ever seen. No one even comes close.”
“I’m not,,,” He said, his overstimulated whining giving way to actual distress. “Stop saying things like that,,,”
“Really.” Dirk replied, his voice halfway between sympathy and frustration. “You think you know better than me now?” Tavvy gasped and moved to correct himself.
“N-no sir,,, I-”
“No, no, if you're so smart, go on, what are you?”
“W-well,,, I guess I’m,,, yours,,, sir. I-i’ll be whatever you tell me to be,,,” He pleaded. Dirk leaned in to whisper in the young man’s ear.
“Exactly. I don’t like the way you’ve been thinking about yourself, Tavvy.”
“W-what i’ve been,,,”
“Everything you say. Everything you do. Everything you think. I hear all of it. And I don’t like it. From now on, you think what I say you do, got it?”
“B-”
“Got it?” He said, his voice laced with a sinister bite.
“Yes sir,,,” He finally confessed. Dirk chuckled, and leaned in for a kiss, snatching the lad’s submission right off his lips.
“Good Girl.” He said, his tone suggesting it not as a word of praise but as a basic statement of fact.
“I’m,,, not a,,,” He breathed. Dirk didn’t even have to correct him. “,,,I’m a good girl,,,” He finally admitted. Dirk smiled, seemingly satisfied. He silently lined his cock up with the young man(?)’s hole.
“S-sir,,, are you really just,,,”
“Yes. Why not? You prepped for me, didn’t you?”
“Thats-” Tavvys face grew a burning scarlet as he admitted- “Yes,,,”
“See? I knew you would.” He said, silently sliding his cock into his wards tight hole. “Do you know why?” He said, not even missing a beat as Tavvy came undone below him, his legs quivering around his master's shoulders as he tried in vain to suppress his whines. The blonde towered over him, stone faced as he smacked his hips against the young man's bottom. He leant down to claim the boy's lips again, rougher this time, colonizing his mouth with his tongue, sucking down the little gasps and moans that leaked from his throat. He pulled away, the black haired lad left crosseyed and drooling, gasping for air.
“I asked you a question, Tav.” Tavvy scrambled to reshape his mind back together, Dirk's thrusts and words had blown his conscious psyche into a million tiny pieces. He was struggling to think of much of anything right now, he felt like he could feel his brain leaking out of his ears.
“B-because,,, I’m a good girl,,,” He droned. Those two words hung in his mind as every other thought turned to mush. Good Girl, the praise ricocheted around his empty head, he could practically feel the rattling of the inside of his skull. It was the only thing that made sense to him now, and of course it made sense. He was a good girl, a pretty girl even. In fact, he might just be the best, prettiest girl in the whole universe. Dirk said so, it must be true!
“That's right. A good girl. My good girl.” He said, reaching out to stroke his cheek, Tavvy nuzzling into his touch like a lapdog.
“Yes,,,” he mumbled, his eyes half lidded and his glasses crooked. “Yours,,,”
“And you love being my good girl, don’t you, Tavvy? My pretty little thing.” He said, as he looked down at his prize spread out before him like a feast. A feast for the eyes that is. His dark purple underwear glowed against his golden brown skin in the evening sun, his thin, lean muscles tensing and relaxing on beat with his heart. A Prize. That’s what he was. He slogged through his relationship with that fuck Jake for his whole life, and Tavvy was his prize.
He was beautiful, no, more than beautiful. Sure, Jake was pretty, but Tavvy was art, effortlessly gorgeous in a way that he’d never seen before and doubted he would ever see again. He felt good, on a sexual, tactile level, but that’s not what mattered to Dirk. Just looking at him, that's all he needed, all he wanted. Getting to see the most beautiful boy he’ll ever know, wrapped in lace, writhing in love drunk bliss, his body ablaze in the burning evening sunlight, knowing he’s his in every way, mind, body, and soul, that was the true prize. That was all he could ever need.
For a while, Dirk didn’t think he was capable of love. He was wrong. He loves Tavvy. Not in the same way that one man loves another, but in the way that a farmer loves their fields, in a way that an artist loves their brush, Tavvy gives him life, His body as familiar to Dirk as his own. Dirk can dump all his love on him and he’ll never ask for anything more. Whenever he ‘met’ with Tavvy, it wasn’t just sex, it was practice, performance, worship, Tavvy’s body was a canvas, and his rising and falling chest, his gasps, his moans, his pleasure twisted face, that was Dirk’s masterpiece.
Tavvy’s head was spinning as Dirk hammered away at his insides and his words hammered away at his psyche. The soup that was once his brain was on a spin cycle as with a few words and a few subtle touches Dirk rewrote his entire identity and self image, clay in the hands of his god. By Dirk’s hands he is unmade, and by Dirk’s will he is reborn, better. Sculpted into a monument to his glory. No longer the worthless sow he was, remade as royalty, divinity, the boy-bride to a godking. He could hardly remember what he’d thought he was a few hours ago.
In fact, what was he talking about? He’d always been like this, he was never anything else. He’s always been a good girl, a good thing, a pretty little thing, a thing to be pampered and worshipped and spoiled, why would he have ever been anything else? Why would he have ever wanted to?
“Such a good girl…” Dirk cooed. “My little princess…” He whispered, and Tavvy threw his head back in pleasure, because of course! Of course he was a princess, with his soft skin and his pretty little panties, of course that’s what he was! Just a sweet, delicate, girly little princess. Dirks princess. His ward, his pet, his wife, a symbol of his total domination over the world at large, that by his will he may not just shape the world, but make it better, to mold the wicked sinners of this world and bestow upon them a divine purpose.
“Yes,,,I’m your princess,,,” He drooled, and suddenly Dirk’s thrusts weren’t enough. He lazily reached for his cock before Dirk grabbed his wrist.
“And what do you think you're doing, Miss?” He said. “Trying to touch yourself? Naughty. You're a naughty girl, aren’t you?” A naughty girl? That can’t be right. No, it can’t be! He’s a good girl. A sweet girl. A princess. He can’t be naughty.
“No,,, master,,,” He slurred. “I’m,,, a good girl,,,,”
“Hmm, are you sure? Because good girls don’t touch themselves.” Tavvy thought carefully. He wanted to cum, but he really wanted to be a good girl.
“Ok,,,” He said. “But,,, you better promise to make me feel really good,,,” Dirk smiled. It was nothing more than a tease, Dirk knew his body better than he did.
“I will.” He said, resolute. “I promise.” Dirk brought a hand to Tavvy’s blushing cheek, which Tavvy grasped as he shut his eyes and sighed, almost purred, the tension draining from his face. Dirk's stone cold expression turned up into a slight smile as he felt the boy's soft slender digits intertwine with his rougher, scarred hands. “Nail Polish?” He asked, bringing his hand up to his face to closely analyze his painted, manicured fingers. “You really went all out.”
“I did,,,” He breathed. “I wanted to look good,,, for you,,,”
“Well you do look good. You look gorgeous. You always do, Tavvy, you’re fucking stunning. Tavvy silently soaked up the praise, but that wasn’t enough for Dirk. “Say it.” he said
Tavvy threw his head back in a whine, his self loathing what putting up one hell of a fight against his instinct for obedience in his head.
“I can't ...” He cried. Dirk roughly gripped the boy's neck, kissing him, probing his throat with his tongue, beating back the boy's own appendage in a display of masculine dominance, loudly and aggressively making out with him.
“Yes. You. Can” He said, accentuating each word with a kiss. “I told you to say it, so you’ll say it.” His voice was confident in its authority. They both knew that Dirk had about 10 ways of making Tavvy do whatever he wanted. Between his incredible power and his superior physical strength, Dirk could force him to do practically anything, but he knew he didn’t need to. Tavvy was submissive by nature. He loved to serve, he wanted to be good. All he needed was a little push, and Dirk’s lips and tongue were more than enough.
“I’m,,, pretty.” he finally admitted, squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment. “I’m a pretty girl,,,” Dirk leaned in close, his abs flushed against the young man's chest.
“That's right.” He growled, before sinking his teeth into his shoulder. “Again.” He said, not missing a beat.
“I’m,,, unnnh,,,,” He groaned, dirk’s slow, gentle rhythm and the constant praise and tenderness was making him lose his mind. He was so close, so achingly close. Dirk could ask him to cum and at this point, he would. But every time he got right up to that ledge, it just didn’t come, and, evidently, neither did he.
It felt like an eternity, Dirk's boring rhythm inside of him making his insides numb as Dirk would shower him in praises and compliments. Cooing little worships in his ear and then making them repeat them back to him, as his words grew more and more slurred, his vision more and more unfocused, the words stopped meaning anything. He was just repeating them because Dirk, because his master told him too, not even absorbing the information they were supposed to convey. “Diiirrk,,,” He whined, a bit of drool spilling from the end of his mouth.
“Shhhhhh” He soothed “You're doing so well, pretty.” The blonde ran his hand down the boy's stomach, feeling the way he shivered and squirmed in his grasp, chuckling slightly when he felt his stomach distending slightly as he thrusted inside of him. Tavvy squeaked, feeling Dirk’s hand pushing down on his insides, his eyes rolling back as he leaked like a faucet through his panties.
Dirk ran an agonizingly gentle hand against the boy’s thigh, giving it a firm squeeze. “Feeling good, princess?” He asked, his voice a mix of condescension and genuine praise. Tavvy could only whine in response. He did feel good. Better than good, he was so overtaken with bliss that he could hardly speak, hardly breath, his brain fried with pleasure as he shook and writhed. He was so close, so close, but it just wasn’t enough. He couldn’t take this brain rotting sweetness. Lets just say, he needed a little spice.
“Oh? Is everything all right princess?” He cooed, in a high, condescending voice that Tavvy was beginning to suspect was designed to drive him crazy.
“I,,, I need more,,,” He whimpered, through tears and spit and drool and smudged makeup, his lipstick smeared all around his mouth from hours of sloppy kissing and tonguing, his mascara leaking down his face, a perfect frame for his brainless, cock drunk expression. “Need it,,, harder,,,” He shuddered.
“Harder? Well, that doesn't sound very modest of you, miss. I thought you said you were a good girl.”
“I’m- God, I can’t fucking take it anymore Dirk!” he begged, almost crying. “I need more,,, more,,,” he whimpered, hysterical “Please,,, just pin me down and fuck me already!”
“Wow. And here I thought you were supposed to be good. What are you, some kinda slut?”
“Yes,,, God,,, please, Dirk! I am,,, I am a slut,,, I’m a filthy fucking whore,,, I’m damaged goods, Dirk! I want it rougher- need it rougher, need you to fuck me until I can’t see straight. I need you to hurt me- Need you to beat me and choke me and rape me until I can’t even think anymore,,, I’m not a good girl,,, I’m not a princess,,, I’m meat, I’m a dirty, filthy girl! So please,,, just fuck me better already!”
Dirk sat silently for a second. But then he chuckled. “Well, if that's what you want.” He said, towering over him, “I guess I should have known.” He said, before sinking his teeth into the boys shoulder
The young man’s eyes fluttered open with a gasp, as whorish and decidedly not pretty or delicate moans came pouring out of his mouth. He squirmed and quivered like a rabbit in the jaws of a hungry wolf, kicking his leg and thrashing as Dirk’s teeth sunk into the tender flesh of his shoulder, drawing blood. Tavvy clutched onto dirk as he gasped and grunted and squealed like a pig into the open air, unrestrained, unbound, screaming into the wind like an animal as dirk started pistoning into him again, pleasure and pain mixing in a way that made his head spin.
Tavvy had always had a thing for pain, but no-one hurt him like Dirk. His pain was addicting, and Tavvy was a junkie after just one hit. Now he understood the point of all this, the praise, the compliments, the sweetness, the good girl’s and princess’s, he was building him up so he could ruin him all over again. “Oh God,,, YES!!” He screeched, absolutely feral as he tightened his legs around Dirks back
“Fuck me Dirk,,, Fuck me harder.” Dirk pulled off Tavvy's shoulder, taking some of the skin with him. Tavvy reached out for a kiss, but when he did, Dirk brought his hand back, balled it into a fist and
*WHAM*
Punched Tavvy square in the nose, breaking his glasses in the process. Tavvy barely had time to process the pain before his first orgasm came along with it, his brain short circuiting as he let out a humiliating gurgle. It wasn’t just the pain that had made him cum, it wasn't just the pleasure, but the fact that Dirk had actually hit him, no, punched him in the face. -
Blood was streaming down his nose as his little dick shot a load of pathetic cock-snot up his abdomen. But as he was basking in the afterglow, Dirk’s hand came into his hair, and another punch rained down on him, this time hitting him in his right eye, breaking his glasses. Tavvy went to cover his face, but Dirk grabbed his wrist, using the other to reach out to his throat, not just squeezing, but honest to god choking him. As Tavvy gasped for air, Dirk took the opportunity to spit in his mouth.
“What makes you think you have the right to kiss me, pig? I know where that whore mouth of yours has been.” Dirk shoved his fingers into the young man’s gasping mouth, shoving them down his throat, roughly fingering his face. “Oh, you like that, huh? Like it when I finger your face like the fuckhole it is? God, your fucking pig-juices are getting all over my hand, disgusting. Apologize, hole.”
“I-I’m,,, so-” He was interrupted by another punch to the nose, causing his ears to ring as the slight crackling of bone reverberated through the room.
“I told you to apologize, not to sit there sniveling and squealing like a bitch. God, did you really cum from getting punched? Pathetic, is this what you wanted you fucking whore?” He growled “Want me to choke the lights out of you while I gouge out your loose little cunt? Hmm? To beat you within an inch of your life like the braindead fuckpig you are?” He seethed, sounding genuinely furious, almost foaming at the mouth.
“You’re so fucking worthless. Genuinely, what would you have done with your life if it weren’t for me? Probably would’ve gone chasing after the first guy with a big cock you found. They would’ve had to fish your fucking corpse out of a ditch, you dumb slut. You were born for this, you know? Born to be a loose, wet hole for me to dump all my cum onto, and you know it, no, You love it. You’re just like your father, bumbling around waiting for someone to pick you up and abuse you. No, scratch that, you're worse.” He yelled, practically roared, as he let go of Tavvy's wrist so he could beat him properly, slamming his fist into his face over and over again, his features becoming bloodier and bloodier. “At least your dad just wanted to feel bad about himself, you do it because you like it. You like being abused.”
Tavvy was on cloud 9 as Dirk took out his frustrations on his young, supple body. This was the closest to heaven that he’d ever been. The beating of Dirk’s rock hard fists against his soft flesh sent his brain into an indescribable high, and when he wrapped his hand around his neck, effortlessly crushing his windpipe with his godly strength, Tavvy came so hard he nearly passed out.
Every burst blood-vessel, every cracked rib, every inch of bruised, blue skin sent new sparking waves of electricity up Tavvy’s spine, sending him into a new pathetic, watery orgasm. He was Dirk's pain-slut, he loved the way Dirk hurt him, and he loved to suffer for him.
With him, all of the bites and bruises felt like paradise. His fists were like kisses against his skin, the pain proof of his love, proof that he can be loved. At some point, the beatings and beratings were bringing him more pleasure than Dirk’s cock hammering away at his insides.
The pain, the humiliation, the embarrassment are all he ever wanted to feel again. He wanted to carve away at his skin in devotion to him, he wanted to find a way to get pregnant just so he could have Dirk beat him so bad it induced miscarraige, he wanted to achieve god tier just so he could experience the pleasure of being killed by him in cold blood, over, and over again. Dirk could have beaten him to death right then and there and the only complaint Tavvy would’ve had is that the pain ended.
Dirk didn’t have the energy to be mad. Truthfully, he knew this was going to happen. Obviously he did, because of his powers, but he didn’t need those to know where this was going. Some boys only understand love when it hurts, and he’ll make it hurt alright. It was in his nature to obey, and, naturally, it was Dirk’s fault for not ruling over him properly, and that ends here.
From this day forward, he’ll lick his meals off of Dirk’s cock and go to sleep covered in bruises, gashes and bites courtesy of his master. He’ll control what he wears, what he eats, how he acts, how he thinks. Dirk had been kind enough to leave him some of his free will, and he sees now that was a mistake. He wanted to be his puppet. Any other outcome could never be enough for him.
He looked better like this anyway, felt better, he squeezed tighter when he was writhing in agonizing pleasure, every impact making him tighten around his cock to an almost uncomfortable degree. No matter how pretty he looked, he was an ugly, sick boy. If he wasn’t, he would’ve taken that pretty face and saddled off with some other guy. Someone kinder, someone in his age range, he wouldn’t be here playing maid for a middle-aged family friend. No, this painful, perverse love is the only kind of affection he can comprehend.
Tavvy was the happiest he’d ever been as he was fucked within an inch of his life, being beaten and choked as he was used as a fleshlight to pleasure the old blonde bastard. Dirk bore down on him like a boxer beating up a pig carcass, impaling the boy on his long, hard cock, his body dangling like a corpse hanging from a meathook, and every flash of excruciating pain through his nervous system brought his diseased mind to greater heights of mind shattering orgasmic pleasure. The room was filled with the sounds of fists against flesh, small gasps and cries and whimpers of painful bliss as he threw punch after punch at the shockingly durable young man.
Dirk paused for only a second to admire his handiwork. His face was a swirl of colors, blackened eyes, bloody noses, smudged makeup, bits of silver glass from shattered prescriptions, a rainbow of cruelty and hedonism, golden skin turned black and blue and red, pretty purple underwear torn asunder with animalistic fervor, with Dirk’s load leaking out of his ass.
He’d gotten so mad that he hadn’t even registered that he’d come, his cock still hard and throbbing in between his legs. Dirk regained his composure, if only slightly, and circled around the young man to his face, laying his cock against his broken features.
“Open up” He ordered, and shaking red lips slowly opened up. Dirk shoved his dick into the young man's mouth with the formality of someone pulling into their driveway.
“Suck it clean.” He said. The young man’s cock perked up slightly as he tasted his own fluids and blood dripping off the man’s cock. Dirk silently summoned his sword, running the edge of it down his thigh. “If I feel teeth for even a second, I’ll chop your dick off. Get to it, bitch.” He ordered. And the boy smiled, knowing he’d finally gotten his wish. True Love.