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Pretty, Slutty Prince

Ship: Roceit

Kinks: hypnosis, feminine style lingerie, bondage, praise, degradation, dollification, heavy objectification, transformation, bdsm, pain play

Characters: Dom!Janus and Sub!Roman

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Roman loved spending time in his areas of the Imagination. He had built his kingdom to continually grow and change, which usually manifested itself in new streets and shops for him to explore. In his capital city, these often were new experiences - for example, when he got into a ballet hyperfocus, a new street manifested itself with a ballet shoe shop, practice studio, costume shop, and theater on it. Setting his kingdom up like this allowed him to relinquish some of the creative control, allowing for safe, fun adventures. His capital city was where he spent the most time, and where the other sides visited the most. The villages around this city tended to be set up like those from different fairy tales, and thus didn’t change all that much.

Today, though, Roman was on his way to a different city in a remote part of the Imagination. It was still his kingdom, but was a secret to the other sides, excluding his boyfriend. This city was Roman’s place for more intimate activities - the shops here included adult shops, clubs, and events. There were more than a few stripper clubs that Roman would perform at here when he needed to get out of his head and into his body. This city, like his capital, would grow and change with new shops and experiences for him, which tended to take the theme of different kinks that he wanted to explore.

He had discovered from consulting his maps that a new street had appeared in this city, and Roman was in the right mood to go check it out. He was curious as to what it would hold - there were several buildings that looked promising. When he got there, he saw that there were some new stores carrying various bondage gear, which was a nice surprise. He hadn’t had new bondage places to explore in a while, and he missed the feeling of leather cuffs against his skin. He blushed, remembering some of the scenes he and his boyfriend - his dom - had acted out. With a rosy blush high on his cheeks, he continued to explore. There was a new studio for doing rope work, which only made his blush deepen. He had gotten to the end of the bondage themed street, thinking he was done, but then he saw an alley. It was hidden really well, with only a few shops nestled in among the brick walls.

Curious, Roman entered the alley. This alley was different than the street it connected to. There were mannequins in every window, and they appeared extremely lifelike. They were all muscular, handsome men. One shop had a mannequin on hands and knees in a leather collar. Its tongue was out in a pant, reminding Roman of a needy puppy. Another shop had its mannequin standing at attention in a maid outfit. The third even had a mannequin with piercings on his hard cock, chains clamped tightly to his nipples, and nothing else. Roman swallowed hard, feeling himself grow hot at the imagery. He had read about living dolls, and had been intrigued by the concept. Was that the purpose of this alley?

The fourth and final shop in the alley was the most interesting of the bunch, however. He felt his heart speed up with excitement as he saw the clothing that this mannequin was wearing illuminated by the red lights in the shop’s window. The shop itself had an older feel, with a warm wooden double door that had two huge steel rings on it, like the door of a castle. The window with the gorgeous silk lingerie in it was half an octagon with golden velvet curtains framing the back. The red lights on the exterior gave the shop a mysterious, magical glow. The golden letters above the door read Venomous Dreams and Fine Silk. Enticed by the golden, shimmering letters, the red glow, and the pure white lingerie on the very hot mannequin, Roman entered the shop without a second thought.

The glow inside was a warm golden yellow, making Roman feel immediately comfortable. There was a floral scent of rose and lily of the valley dancing around the shop, relaxing Roman further. He took a deep breath, looking around. There was a variety of silken pieces, some sheer, and some made entirely of lace. There were corsets, panties, babydolls, and more. Roman was looking at a black lacy set that he thought his boyfriend might like when he heard a smooth hiss in his ear.

“May I help you, ssssweet thing?” The voice was a warm, low hum that made Roman shiver. He smiled to himself, before he schooled his expression and turned to face the person behind him. The person was incredibly handsome. The man wore tall, shiny black heels, a long yellow skirt with two slits that went all the way up his thighs, and a lacy black bralette. The scales on the left side of his body shone with iridescence and glittered against his smooth, pale skin. Golden jewelry adorned his wrists, biceps, neck, ears, and even his nipples, which Roman could see were hard through the lacy bralette. Roman swallowed thickly, glancing up at the glittering honey colored eyes of the man. His nametag, written in a golden cursive, spelled out his name. Janus.

“I, um…” Roman stuttered, blushing. This man was incredibly handsome. A thought crossed Roman’s mind then. It was an image of him kneeling before the man, worshiping each inch of his perfect form. Roman physically shook his head to remove the image from his mind, trying to form a coherent thought. “I saw the beautiful lingerie in the window and was… intrigued.” He had to take a pause before he said intrigued, pleased that he was able to get a full sentence out. It was hard to think. He kept looking at Janus’s eyes, which seemed to swirl with sparkles.

Janus, for his part, smirked. Evidently, the outfit he had put together for tonight’s scene was having its intended effect on his boyfriend. Roman was practically drooling, and Janus loved to see it. He had been given this solid gold jewelry by Roman for Valentine’s Day, and this was the first time he’d worn the nipple piercings as part of the set. Janus felt his cocks harden, and noted that Roman’s own was slowly tenting his pants.

“Well, I do have the best in town, if I do say so myself. Is there a set you would like to try on?” Janus kept up the professional appearance, but wanted to get to the next part of their evening. He wasn’t usually this impatient during a scene, but Roman showing such submissiveness before being fully hypnotized always got to him.

Roman did his best to act like he felt a little unsure. It wasn’t that hard to act, in all honesty. In the midst of the peace and relaxation he was feeling, making a decision felt like such a heavy weight. He frowned, trying to puzzle through his foggy brain. Janus made a soft cooing sound that made Roman look over.

“There’s no need to look so stressed, precious thing. I would be more than happy to choose for you. Does that sound nice? Having someone else make the decisions, so that you can just relax?” Janus stepped closer, making Roman look into his shimmering eyes. Roman groaned lowly at the idea. It sounded so lovely, being able to melt into someone else. To be an object, dressed up, and cared for. He knew he shouldn’t want that, but he did. He was meant to be the prince, an example, a knight of pure strength. He shouldn’t want to give in to this desire. But he couldn’t help himself as his mind wandered to think of being placed like the mannequin in the window; always an object on display. Another image flashed through his mind, though it seemed to appear from someplace other than his own brain, like a suggestion. This image was of Roman, bound in leather cuffs, lace panties too small to hide his hard cock. He was put on a pedestal in this store, just another object for this Janus to admire. His blush became more intense, though he was too embarrassed to answer Janus.

“What color are my eyes, love?” Janus asked, a little cautiously. Roman smiled inwardly. His boyfriend always made sure to check in before fully hypnotizing him. It was a bit of safety that he always appreciated. When Janus had hypnotized him for the first time, the first trigger he implemented was that Roman would always be able to snap himself out of the hypnosis should he ever want or need to stop. The second trigger was that Roman would always be able to remember the events and his experience with perfect clarity so that he could fully enjoy the scenarios he and Janus played with. Tonight, he had asked to remain mostly aware (though still slightly foggy) during the scene while still experiencing the helplessness he loved, which Janus had readily agreed to. Even with all that, though, Janus still checked in. They were pretending that they didn’t know each other, to give Roman a sense of danger that he craved, and Janus still made sure that he was okay. He valued consent, and Roman loved that about him. He leaned forward to Janus, giving him a small chaste kiss before answering “Green.”

Janus kissed him lightly back, before nodding. His eyes immediately changed to become a spiral of different colors. Roman happily fell into the hypnosis, his own eyes becoming glassy. Janus smirked. “Answer me, pretty prince.”

Roman’s mouth opened of its own accord, and he heard himself say “Please.” Janus’s smile grew wider.

“Please what, little thing?” Roman wanted to moan, but he couldn’t. His body wasn’t under his control right now. It made him feel even hotter. His own voice answered with thoughts that had been put into his mind, though he was too busy floating on the fog to tell or to care.

“Please make me an object. Your object. Yours to use, to do with as you please. I beg of you, make me a useful slut. Please.” Roman only fully heard the words after he had said them. If he’d had control of his body, he would have been as red as a tomato. When he wasn’t being hypnotized, he often fought Janus on being forced to beg. He felt a little humiliated at saying those words out loud, but they still made him feel hotter. Janus smirked as though he knew exactly what Roman was thinking.

“Such a good little prince. Now, you will listen to my every command. Nod if you understand me.” Roman nodded once. Janus was giddy, though he tried not to show it to Roman. When Janus first started hypnotizing Roman, it took him ages to get Roman to a suggestible state. They had been doing this so frequently now, though, that it was the work of a moment. In truth, it was faster because of how much they trusted one another. Janus felt a soft smile on his lips, and a little blush appeared on his face. Janus was still bashful about how easily Roman showed him this trust, despite how long they’ve been together. It was a softer side of himself that he only showed to Roman, and even then only very occasionally. He quickly put his smirk back together, going to continue the scene.

If Roman could have returned Janus’s soft, fond smile, he would have. Every part of him lit up at seeing that expression - Janus’s trust and love. It was a better feeling than being praised by Thomas, and that was saying something. He still was able to signal Janus under the hypnosis, just in case, and tapped their sign for ‘I love you’ against his leg. Janus tapped it back, before getting back into the scene. As much as Roman loved the danger, Janus loved the power Roman gave him with hypnosis scenarios like this, and he was just as eager to continue going as Roman was. He started out by giving Roman his rules.

“First, you will only speak when spoken to. You will refer to me only as your Master. Say it.” Janus commanded, voice low and smooth like a cello.

Roman would have shuddered at the tone Janus used if he could have. He loved Janus’s dom voice. As it is, he only gasped out “Yes, Master!” Janus smiled, pleased.

“Every time you obey me, you will feel pleasure. You may show your pleasure in your eyes and through your voice - moans, closed eyes, and the like. Your thoughts will only be occupied with following my commands and pleasing me, which in turn will please you. You are also welcome to tell me how much you enjoy what I am doing to you.” Roman whined, answering Janus’s statement with another, higher pitched gasp of “Yes, Master!” Janus’s answering smile was wicked.

“Your pleasure will build and build, but you will not be able to feel release until I say so. And to ensure your pathetic cock will also obey, you will wear this.” Janus pulled a cock cage out of his pocket that was just barely big enough for Roman’s cock when flaccid. Fully hard as he was, Roman knew it would feel even smaller. He only moaned, knowing how much he loved that tightness around his cock. Janus laughed. “Little masochist.” Roman moaned again, knowing that his Master was right. He felt like a masochistic slut already, and they were only just starting!

“Undress, whore.” Master commanded, so Roman obeyed. He flung off all his clothes, eager to obey Janus’s order. He stood naked in front of the still-clothed Janus, hardening fully as the man approached. Janus put the cage on Roman’s cock, tightening it around his balls. Roman moaned louder at the feeling, even though it hurt a little. He felt more pleasured after obeying Janus’s command, just like he said he would.

“Thank you Master!” Roman went to roll his hips into the feeling, but couldn’t because of the hypnosis keeping his body immobile. Janus petted his hair, his eyes lighting up at how eager his sub was for this. Janus grabbed Roman’s hand, dragging him to a room that was hidden behind a thick black curtain. The carpet was soft, fuzzy, and a sunny yellow that reminded Roman of Janus. The walls were made of mirrors, so that Roman could see nothing but himself and Janus from every angle imaginable. The ceiling had a hook screwed into it, from which hung a red and gold rope. Janus faced Roman, pushing him down until he was kneeling on the soft carpet.

“Listen to me, whore. You will be my slutty living sex doll. Unable to move, but able to feel everything. Your eyes will still show pleasure, and you will still answer me, but other than that, every part of you will be controlled by me. You will be my plaything, for as long as I want.” Janus then bent to Roman’s ear and whispered, out of the character he was playing, “Tell me if you want to stop, and I will.” Janus licked the shell of Roman’s ear before nipping and kissing his way down Roman’s face and neck. Roman moaned, and went to lean his head away, giving Janus more access to his neck for him to continue the affection. Roman whimpered out “Green,” closing his eyes. Janus took a deep, satisfied breath at Roman’s honest, willing submission, and he immediately went to work.

Janus pushed Roman’s legs so that they were spread as far apart as they could go, giving Janus as much access to Roman as possible. He moved Roman to the center of the room, right under the hook and rope. He then pushed a button hidden in the floor that lowered the hook from the rope and opened up a cabinet hidden in the wall at the same time. He had prepared this room for this scene thoroughly, and everything he needed to display his whore was here. Janus took some rope that matched the one tied to the hook before knotting it around the lower half of Roman’s legs to small hooks hidden in the floor. He grabbed Roman’s hands next, pushing them together above his head. Janus took the ends of the rope from the hook and tied them around Roman’s wrists, tightly enough that Roman would feel them the next day (though he checked that they weren’t too tight).Janus then grabbed a remote from the cabinet that went to the hook mechanism, bringing it up several inches until Roman’s arms were stretched, his back was straight, and his knees were lightly against the floor, though still held down by the rope around his shins.

Roman felt like he was stretched, and was completely immobile. Janus’s eyes roamed over him, making him feel hot and pleasured. His cock tried to bounce up, to spring free, but it was trapped by the cage. The metal dug into his cock repeatedly, but not giving Roman the friction he so desperately wanted. All he could think about as Janus tied him up was how badly he wanted to be a good little slut for his Master, and how badly he wanted to get off himself. But he was Janus’s little doll, now. And dolls can’t come without their owner’s permission.

Roman could see Janus rummaging through the cabinet now, the lithe form of his Master in sharp focus in the mirrors in front of him. Janus found what he wanted with an exclamation, pulling it out to show Roman. It was clearly a fake magic wand, the yellow glitter falling gently off the star at the top of the wooden, silk-wrapped stick. Janus smiled.

“This is the perfect tool to make you truly into my doll, dear prince. Don’t worry, you’ll still feel everything. This will just make your outsides match what you really are on the inside. Stay still, little slut.” Janus snickered. As if Roman had a choice with the hypnosis. Janus tapped the wand on Roman’s head gently three times.

As the yellow glitter fell onto Roman’s skin, Roman saw the glitter moving, changing him. Everywhere the glitter moved, Roman’s skin became flawless and smooth, glinting against the warm yellow lights of the room like plastic. Roman could feel the change, his skin hardening, and it made him feel like he was being placed into a shell. As the glitter drew lines of ball joints on his knees and elbows, he pretended to feel a little panic, to make the situation feel a little more dangerous. The plastic shell reached his face until he felt it seal over him, the plastic encasing him. Looking into the mirror, he still looked like himself, each line perfect, but also like an object. His lips moved until they were open, stuck in a perfect ‘O’ shape. He felt utterly like a toy, like the sex doll Janus told him he was.

It was then that Janus began whispering mantras into Roman’s ear, which Roman’s mind repeated over and over, even after he fully believed them.

I am Master’s sex doll.

I am an obedient doll who loves pain.

I am Master’s object.

I love being Master’s obedient painslut doll.

These looped in his brain as Janus went out of the room to the main shop. He took his time as he picked out a few pieces of lingerie that he thought Roman would look the best for him in. When he went back into the room, he realized that he had forgotten shoes and makeup. That just wouldn’t do! So he gave Roman some new mantras and went to fetch everything that he hadn’t brought back the first time.

Objects are called its. I am an object.

It is Master’s to use as he wants.

It is just a pretty whore.

Roman believed these mantras just as quickly as the last, though Janus was gone for longer. Roman ached for his - no, its - Master. After all, objects are meant to be used. It felt like it was being edged, straining for its Master to come back. When Janus did, Roman could have sobbed for relief. Maybe Roman’s Master would finally use it!

Janus smiled at the desperation he could feel coming from the doll. But first, he had to test that its programming had worked.

“What are you?” Janus asked to the toy in the middle of the room.

“It is Master’s obedient painslut doll.” It spoke with complete certainty. Janus’s grin widened.

“What else are you?” He asked curiously, probing to see how deep the mantras had gotten.

“It is Master’s pretty whore.” Roman moaned. It felt completely unable to hide, strung up as it was for Janus. Roman wasn’t a man, a knight, or anything other than Janus’s doll anymore. It was incredibly freeing, being played with like this. Even though Roman was aware, it still felt like it was floating, ready to be put to use by its Master.

Janus grinned, flushing hotter. “Good toy.” He praised, sending Roman crashing into a wave of pleasure. Janus loved playing with Roman like this, holding this power over his boyfriend turned doll. Janus pulled out some nipple clamps with chains attached. He pinched and rubbed over Roman’s nipples, blowing cold air on them periodically to make them harden. He put the clamps on and tugged, hearing the moans of the object as its pleasure increased. Janus laughed, pulling out a tray that he hooked onto the chains, forcing Roman to hold it only by the clamps on its pert buds. Janus put the makeup he had grabbed onto this tray, then sat on a stool in front of the doll. Janus pulled his own pants down, causing his cocks to spring out into Roman’s face.

The doll’s eyes widened, showing its owner just how eager it was to be used. Janus smiled, teasing the sub by letting his cocks rest against its face. He knew just how eager Roman was to suck on him, and the whimpers Roman was able to get out made it all the sweeter.

“You really are just a slut made to please me, hmm? Well, I won’t deny myself the pleasure of a warm, wet hole. Get my cocks in your mouth. Then don’t you dare move a muscle.” Janus commanded smoothly. Roman obeyed immediately. It wanted to sigh happily as it got a mouthful of its Master, but it couldn’t. Despite the painful stretch of the tray pulling on its nipples, the doll felt pleasure at being useful. Roman’s mouth was warm and wet, and it happily stretched to get both of Janus’s long cocks down its throat. Its own comfort and pleasure was irrelevant; it liked the pain of the stretch in its mouth and on its chest anyway. It wanted to move, to suck properly on its Master’s warm cocks, but it couldn’t. All it could do was kneel where it was put and take what it was given. Roman moaned, though the sound didn’t make it out of the toy’s mouth. It loved being useful and used by its Master. If it was allowed, it would have come from the mere loving gaze that was sent his way. But it couldn’t.

Janus finally broke his gaze from the object’s glassy eyes, looking down at the makeup he had brought. He showed the eyeshadow to the doll, smiling.

“I am going to make you the prettiest slutty prince ever seen. Then, I will use you properly. Make sure to keep my cocks wet, little whore. Objects don’t need lube, after all.” Roman wanted to swallow thickly at the promise. It loved being stretched open, but the lack of any lube other than spit would make it painful. It wanted the pain. It needed any touch from its Master, and the pain was just as sweet to Roman as the pleasure. It wanted to cry, to sob, to beg. All it could do was close its eyes and let Master have his way with it.

It felt gentle swirls on its eyes and cheeks before it felt something a little sticky be put on its brows and lips. It heard the clink of chains and felt pressure at its ears, before there was a metal weight where the pressure had been. It felt heavy metal be placed upon its brow and metal clamps around its wrists and ankles. It then felt smooth, soft silk satin replace the tray upon its chest. The chains on its nipples pulled less than before, but the pain was still there. The soft fabric only settled around its waist and under its chest, before the doll felt a restriction of airflow there. The garment was tightened further and further, the doll only able to feel as it could no longer breathe. Master had decided that objects like it don’t need to breathe, so Roman wasn’t allowed. Roman knew that as a side, it was perfectly safe, and loved that it fully became Master’s object. It felt tight net squeeze around its legs, and felt how tight the fishnets were against its chubby thighs. Panties were slid up it next, with Roman feeling the soft cotton as cool relief against its hot, trapped cock. Shoes were slid on finally, before Janus pulled his cocks out of the doll’s mouth. Roman moaned in protest, but Janus just laughed and told the slutty doll to open its eyes. It obeyed, a fierce, hot flash of pleasure streaming through it as it did.

It looked elegant, princely, slutty, and desperate all at the same time. The short corset it had on was a deep red with golden swirling motifs that were both gorgeous and sexy. It was an underbust corset, so that its nipples were uncovered. Dangling from the chains clamped to its nipples were now rubies that matched the ones Janus had put in its ears. It now sported a leather collar that read ‘Property of Janus’ on it. More rubies dangled from the collar, each pointed at the end that poked into the doll’s throat. Atop its head was a golden tiara, with black and red stones inlaid among the swirling golden metal. Roman took all this in, stunned, before Janus grabbed its hair and forced it to look down. Roman saw the red fishnet tights, the golden heels, and the black, lacy cotton panties that were barely holding its caged cock in. In fact, the tip of its cage poked out from behind the panties. The doll looked at itself, before it focused on Master’s eyes in the mirrors.

Janus was rock hard and nearly coming undone at the sight of his doll dressed up so prettily and slutty for him. He wanted to give Roman some of the pain the whore so desperately craved, but also wanted to hear the slut’s noises. He loosened the corset, giving Roman the sign to breathe again. It did. Janus grinned and smacked Roman’s ass, but the doll’s only reaction was a moan. Janus slapped its cock next, and the slut screamed.

“Thank you for the pain, Master! Please hurt me more!” Janus’s eyes lit up, though he knew that the hypnosis had forced those words out of his toy’s mouth. Roman, for its part, was shocked. It didn’t know where that had come from, but the words made its cock strain against the cage harder than before. Its master pulled on the chains against its nipples before moving to stand behind it, still tugging the chains. Roman hurt, but it loved the pain. Janus grabbed the back of Roman’s panties, then ripped them off. These panties were designed by Roman for scenarios such as this, so they tore easily. Janus licked two of his fingers before prodding them into the doll’s newly exposed hole. Roman hissed in the pain that caused it more pleasure, but Janus just got right to stretching.

To be fair, Janus knew that the slut wasn’t in that much pain from having his fingers in its hole. Janus had summoned lube onto his fingers, because he wasn’t going to actually be that mean to Roman, no matter how much his painslut loved it. Still, Janus admired Roman’s ability to act despite the unbearable, unending pleasure it was feeling. Soon enough, Janus had stretched Roman properly, and tapped his cocks against the doll's ass. Roman openly moaned, then screamed out a thank you as Janus shoved both of his cocks into Roman’s pretty ass at once.

The doll moaned brokenly after it stopped screaming. Janus fucked into it fast and hard, and the doll couldn’t move an inch. It was kept still and mostly suspended by the ropes, and its plastic body was rigid. It felt every movement as a breach into its tight ass, and wanted to sob. Then Janus started talking, and it all became too good, too much.

“Such a perfect, dirty little whore. My precious painslut doll. I could use you for days on end, getting to torture you down to such a state. Your only use is bringing me pleasure, and if it pleased me, I would keep you strung up like this. Unable to beg, unable to move, unable to do anything but take whatever I give you. Never able to come without my command.” Roman’s heart beat faster in its plastic chest. It wanted all of it, even as Janus’s thrusts became harsher. Its Master moved faster until he found its prostate, which he kept hitting harder and harder. The doll wanted to curl up against the soft carpet, to escape, to stay and continue being impaled on the long cocks currently shoving against its hole. All it could do was take the pleasure and scream its owner’s title.

“Master, please! Master, this doll is your object! Your slut! Your whore to do with as you please!” Janus moaned, close to his own climax.

“You are my slut, my whore. My object. Oh, I’m so close. Take it all, doll. Don’t let a single drop of my come leave your hole.” Janus groaned. It only took two more thrusts before he came into his doll hard. He stopped his thrusts, panting, and pulled out. The whore whimpered, perfect, pristine, and desperate. He shot it a smirk as its eyes begged for more from him. He hummed.

“Objects can’t come, you know.” Roman’s eyes widened. Janus snapped, and Roman couldn’t blink. It couldn’t make any noise. Janus untied it, though put a fresh pair of lacy panties on it. He undid the ropes, and picked up his doll. He moved it out to the front window snapping away the mannequin that had been there before, and hung its handcuffs on a hook in the window that Roman hadn’t noticed when it came in. The slut was still in the same position, eyes wide with lust and a little fear. Inside, Roman moaned. It was suspended, resting, useless. It wanted pleasure. It wanted to obey. It wanted its Master’s warm cocks in it again so it could fulfill its purpose. It was just an object, a doll, to be displayed prettily. It swayed, but no come dripped from its used hole. It was a good doll, and it was going to obey its Master. The pleasure increased, unbearable to Roman. It desperately tried to moan, but to no avail.

Janus stepped outside, admiring thenew doll in his shop’s window. He took a picture of the pathetic whore, dressed up like a prince while its cock looked red and strained in its cage, despite the flawless plastic. Janus went back inside, and stepped up to Roman.

It hoped its Master would use it again. It wanted, so completely, to be its Master’s useful doll. It wanted release. Roman simply wanted Janus. Janus pulled out a small key, unlocking the cage around his doll’s cock. It instantly sprang up to full hardness, stretched out in all its plastic glory. It felt the cool breath of Janus’s voice against its ear.

“Come for me, my pretty, slutty doll.”

Roman was forced to endure the extent of its orgasm, unable to move or say anything. It was perfect, pleasurable agony. It wanted to close its eyes, to scream its thanks, to ask for its Master to keep using it more, and to beg for the pleasure to stop all at once. It was too much for the poor, broken doll to handle. As soon as its orgasm died down, Janus took Roman down from the hook, laying him gently on the floor. Then, he clapped his hands together once.

The plastic shell that was Roman’s body began to return slowly to normal. Janus gently rubbed each muscle, helping to bring Roman back to himself. Roman blinked, breathing in a deep breath. Once his own fingers were free, he snapped the two of them into a warm bath. The chains and clamps and pretty outfits were gone, and pretty bruises were beginning to show on his skin. Roman sighed deeply, and Janus shot him a worried glance.

“Was that too far? Did I hurt you in a way we didn’t plan?” Janus began to check Roman over, concern brimming in his voice. Roman smiled gently, putting a hand to Janus’s chest.

“Not at all, my sweet snake. It was… perfect.” Roman’s eyes began to get a little misty as he snuggled into Janus. Janus held him gently, softly, and caringly.

“Are you ssssure?” Roman smiled.

“Of course, my love. If it wasn’t, I would have signalled. It was more amazing than I thought it would be, honestly. The helplessness was overwhelming, and I loved every second.” Janus sighed, convinced.

“I love you, Roman. And I am honored that you trust me with your mind, your body, and your very being.” Janus’s voice had a ring of truth to it. Roman turned to kiss him fully, happily.

“I love you too, Janus. And I am honored that you trust me with all of you in return.” The two lovers snuggled together in the warm baths of Roman’s castle, content and happy as they breathed in the joy and pleasure of being together.

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