“Open.”
The statement wasn’t a request, it was an order. Despite this, Cyril still hesitated, squirming as he stared at the needle held in Derek’s hand. He didn’t hesitate long, however, not keen on finding out what would happen if he disobeyed this time around.
His jaw slacked open, tongue lolling out lazily as if trained like a dog to listen to every command with a specific, tired, behavior. Drool pooled on the relaxed muscle, coating his lower lip, dripping down his chin. He looked almost stupid, though to Derek was just his place.
“Good boy.”
The praise was enough to coax whatever worries were left in Cyril’s head out of him, blood rushing to his face as he felt Derek’s cool fingers grip at his jaw. The silence was almost terrifying as Derek studied the man’s mouth, Cyril unsure where to look as his eyes drifted away. His heart was thumping in his chest, his breath ragged from anxiety as he heard Derek snap to get his attention.
“Eyes on me.”
Cyril’s attention turned back to his master, staring him in the eyes. Wide eyed and terrified, just like the day they had met. Turned back to just a scared little rabbit waiting to be turned into a meal.
His gaze lowered to Derek’s lips, watching them part ever so slightly as a drop of saliva slowly pooled to fall onto his tongue. The cold liquid made him squirm before Derek released his jaw, allowing him to shut him mouth.
“Swallow it.”
Cyril did as he was told, cringing away at the feeling but still feeling a sense of excitement at being degraded in such a way. Once he swallowed the other’s saliva, he opened his mouth once more, eyes darting towards the needle in anticipation.
Derek followed his gaze, humming in interest at the other’s excitement in regards to the sharp tool. His lips curled into a smirk as he tapped the cold metal against Cyril’s tongue, the point almost catching the flesh of it.
“Already excited to be hurt I see,” he cruelly taunted as he pulled the hollow needle away, watching Cyril’s eyes sparkle at the idea of being punctured by the object. “So well behaved, just for me.”
Once again, the praise found its way to Cyril’s loins, squirming under him as he impatiently waited for the inevitable. He looked quite pleased, though his face remained expressionless, as he listened to Derek’s quiet chuckle at his behavior.
The moment was silent as Derek gently gripped at Cyril’s tongue, feeling the muscle almost reflexively contract at the touch. The needle found itself perched in the middle, perfectly aligned to cause no real damage, and with a single, swift movement, it was inside Cyril’s tongue.
Pain surged through Cyril’s brain for a moment, making his eyes go blank as his body twitched against his desires. Blood smeared the needle, dripping off its sharp tip. Derek couldn’t help but stare for a moment at the scene, watching blood hit the ground beneath them.
Snapping out of his daze, he easily followed the needle with a new piercing, long enough to not get in the way of the healing process before finally letting Cyril go. Watching with amusement as the man adjusted to the feeling of the new piercing.
It didn’t take long to heal, though they both anticipated that. Really, the entire affair was simply to test something new out. If it wasn’t that special, Cyril could always remove it later.
Standing up, Derek could barely hold back his laughter as Cyril nearly shoved him face into his crotch. It was almost as if Cyril got off more on getting Derek off than anything else. In turn, he took his time unzipping his pants, listening to Cyril’s impatient whimpers at his behavior. Such a precious little dog.
Eventually, he finally freed his erection from the confines of his briefs, watching Cyril’s eyes once again light up as he bit his lip. Derek could almost swear he saw a tail wagging behind the man as he gently ran his fingers through his hair, sighing contently as Cyril began to tease the tip of his cock with his tongue.
The piercing was definitely a unique sensation, though it didn’t detract from the overall experience as it ran against the head, understanding how it added to a blowjob in that moment. He gripped at Cyril’s hair as the man began to kiss the tip of his member, a shaky moan escaping him as the man’s lips parted to slowly allow his cock into the mouth.
Like always, Cyril could almost swear he’d choke on the thing. Far too large to comfortably fit in his mouth but still satisfying and filling all the same. It almost hurt his jaw, though after all this time he finally used to feeling, swallowing every drop of precum that leaked from Derek, purring around his dick as his nose hit the man’s hips.
He slowly pulled away, the metal ball of the new piercing teasing just the right spots to drive Derek mad, Cyril only halfway down his cock before his head was shoved back down. He gagged slightly, the muscles twitching only being that much more enjoyable for the man. It seemed like Cyril wasn’t the one in control still, just keeping his head still as he felt Derek begin to thrust his hips. Nothing more than a living sex toy for him as he rut his hips into the man’s face, grunting and moaning at the sensation.
Cyril had no choice but to just let himself be choked on the other’s cock, muffled noises of pleasure just adding to the feeling. He almost wanted to touch himself, just to feel something, but his hands stayed on the ground, not daring to do anything that would upset his master. Every time his nose hit Derek’s pelvis, he once again had the urge but simply closed his legs. Letting his saliva ruin his pants.
It didn’t take long for Derek to cum at least. Warm, sticky ropes of the fluid coating the inside of his throat as he tried to swallow, panting as the man finally pulled his softening cock from his mouth. He looked a mess, spit and cum dribbling from his lips despite his attempts to swallow it all, looking up at the other with almost pleading eyes.
“You did so good,” Derek praised as he once again began petting him, watching Cyril loll his head into his touch. “Such a good boy.” Maybe later he’d even let him finally have the release he wanted so desperately.