Scene Auction - Caleb/Eric
Date: Friday night, June 14
Where: Eric’s suite
Summary: Caleb and Eric try a more intense scene with the intent of pushing Caleb into a deeper subspace.
@ericxanders
Caleb was nervous. It had taken a lot of courage to describe the scene he’d asked for in the scene auction, especially because he knew whoever took it would ask for details. And now it was Eric, and Caleb knew that Eric was going to ask a lot of questions, because Eric knew him so intimately already, and honestly, Caleb was scared. He was scared at how much he might have to reveal. But he was keeping it together. He trusted Eric. He could do this. So he came to Eric’s room when he was supposed to, and now he was in the living room, kneeling at Eric’s feet like he had so many times before. It was comforting in its familiarity, and because he knew he was allowed to lean the side of his head on Eric’s knee, which he had done.
‘You’re so pretty like this.’ He hummed, stroking his fingers through Caleb’s hair. There wasn’t a rush on this, and he wanted to make sure Caleb felt as relaxed as possible before they started talking. He had every intention of pushing him to share today and not backing down. ‘A rather amusing coincidence that I won your scene hm?’ He commented. ‘More interesting perhaps that you didn’t tell me this was the kind of thing you wanted.’ He gave his hair a light tug and smiled. ‘Explain to me exactly what you were asking for. What do you want out of this scene sweet boy.’
Caleb leaned into Eric’s touch and smiled up at him softly. He shouldn’t be nervous, he knew. This was still Eric, he was safe here. Eric wouldn’t let him be hurt. But he was anxious anyway. Talking was just so hard. Maybe he should have asked for a simpler scene. “I was surprised, Sir. I was expecting to have someone I’d never been with before, but then it was you.” He smiled. “Not disappointed, though. You know I love to submit to you, always.” Eric’s second comment, though, made Caleb look down guiltily. See, this was why he never said anything about what he wanted. He’d have to explain. “I… It’s kind of hard to explain, Sir,” he started quietly, fidgeting with his hands in his lap. “I want.. Um. It’s a headspace that I go to sometimes, but.. Not every scene. The best way that I know how to get there is for my Dominant to be… harsh, I guess. Strict. Verbally, physically, sexually, any or all of them… To push me. Like… push me down into a place where there’s nothing but submission. My Dom won’t even let me think of anything else. Nothing but them. It… sometimes a lot of pain can get me there. Or just if you’re strict with me…” He looked up at Eric helplessly. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how to explain it, and I know it’s not really a specific kink or anything…”
‘You’re doing well Caleb.’ The first and most important thing to do was reassure the Switch. He needed Caleb to hear him say he was doing a good job, he needed pride to colour his tone because he was proud of him. He knew this was a big step and he knew how difficult Caleb found it. ‘I can be strict with you, and you know how happy I am to play with your pain kink.’ He teased. It felt strange to say ‘how much I like to hurt you’ but essentially that was true. ‘Take your clothes off submissive.’ He decided. He was finding a more Dominant headspace every time he played with Caleb and it was something he was keen to explore; that was what had inspired him to like the scene in the first place. ‘For the rest of the afternoon, you’re not to be on the furniture, you’re to crawl, and you ask my permission before everything you do.’ They’d explored TPE before and he was looking forward to pushing that even more.
Caleb’s expression turned a little hopeful, though he was definitely still searching Eric’s face for any sign that the Dominant was displeased, or even just confused. He didn’t see one. Eric looked as confident and kind as he always did. Caleb nodded and stood promptly to start stripping off his clothes. He didn’t make a show of it, just pulled them off mechanically and then roughly folded then and set them on the floor under the coffee table, out of the way, then dropped to his knees again. He lowered his gaze submissively as Eric gave him instructions. His expression was serious, but it wasn’t because he was unhappy. He was nervous, but he wanted this. He wanted it so bad. “Yes, Sir. I understand. Thank you, Sir.” He paused for a second, then asked in a very quiet voice, “Am I allowed to speak, or do I need to ask for permission each time, Sir?”
‘I think we have a long way to go before you feel comfortable speaking to me freely, about all the things you think and worry about.’ He decided after a minute. ‘You’ve made a lot of progress and the last thing I want to do is risk that.’ He explained. ‘So no, you can speak freely. I’m not at a place where I feel comfortable restricting that with you.’ Honesty, he had come to learn, was always the best policy. He hoped by being honest and open, it would encourage both his submissives to mirror that behaviour.
Caleb cringed a little, even though he knew that Eric didn’t mean that as a rebuke. It still felt like one. Like he was being told he wasn’t being honest with Eric. He was trying. He just nodded and murmured, “Thank you, Sir,” when Eric explained. He took a slow breath and adjusted his posture minutely, making it perfect, as a way to keep himself from fidgeting. His head was bowed, but his shoulders weren’t hunched, they were low and relaxed, his back straight, his palms flat on his thighs. He still couldn’t manage to say all the things Eric wanted him to say, but he could do this right, he could kneel properly, he could be obedient.
‘You’re nervous aren’t you sweet boy?’ He was trying to read him and he was sure he was right. This was Caleb talking about something he wanted and needed and Eric knew that was difficult for him. He reached down and threaded his fingers through Caleb’s hair, allowing his nails to scratch lightly against the nape of his neck. ‘It’s okay if you’re nervous. We’ll go slowly. We can ease into things.’ He promised. ‘Come lay over my lap submissive.’ He instructed firmly. ‘It’s been too long since I had you squirming with a red ass.’ It was a familiar act, something he knew his boy always responded well too and he hoped the introduction of pain play would help begin to guide his headspace to the deepest part of his submission.
Caleb nodded. Of course he was nervous. Talking about these things was so difficult. He had hoped, when he requested the scene, that whoever picked it wouldn’t make him talk about his emotions or anything, they would just accept that he wanted a strict, rough scene. But Eric had picked it, and Eric knew him too well to think he’d ask for things for no reason. So of course he was nervous. He was scared Eric would think less of him, and he was scared he wouldn’t be able to express himself the way Eric wanted him to. He leaned into the Dominant’s hand, and then nodded and climbed up over his lap quietly. He knew Eric was right, a spanking would help quiet his nerves and get him into a better headspace. He laid himself across Eric’s legs and pillowed his head on his arms on the couch next to Eric.
‘You’re so beautiful.’ He praised. He was completely comfortable allowing his hands to roam freely over Caleb’s back, and the over the curve of his ass. He felt very strongly that both his boys were insanely attractive, the most attractive, and anyone who disagreed was an idiot. ‘Close your eyes and take three deep breaths. Then I want you to tell me your place submissive.’ He instructed. ‘Keep your eyes closed and just focus on my hand. Find the rhythm. Feel every smack.’ He encouraged, waiting until Caleb had followed through before being his hand down in a quick, stinging slap.
Caleb was already starting to relax, just from the feeling of Eric’s hands on him. He was safe here, with Eric taking care of him. It was easier to believe that than it had been a second ago. He did as he was told and breathed in slowly, three times. It was quiet, and it felt almost strange to speak up, but he murmured, “My place is submitting to your will,” in a quiet, tranquil voice. He always said whatever came to mind when Eric asked him that question, and Eric had yet to tell him his answer was wrong. He nodded slightly, but kept his eyes closed and focused on relaxing his body. The first spank made him inhale sharply through his nose, but as the sting faded into heat, he relaxed, his whole body going limp. He needed this, and he knew Eric would give him more.
He liked the answer to Caleb’s question. He liked the routine that seemed to be developing of him asking the question and Caleb answering so beautifully. He liked to remind Caleb he was a submissive, his submissive; and he knew the Switch thrilled at the reminder. The change in his voice was obvious and it made Eric grin. He built up slowly; each slap starting off smooth and slow. His skin heated slowly and as he sped up, he noticed how hot, how flushed he became and how quickly. ‘What a beautiful, needy submissive,’ He mused as though he were talking to a third party. His ass was now a bright, vivid red and Eric was not ready to be finished. Caleb could take much more, would enjoy much more and he delighted at the opportunity to give it to him. ‘You know what’s missing though? Your ass is empty beautiful. I need to correct that.’
The swats at first were more pleasant than painful, honestly, just hard enough to make him relax in the knowledge that Eric was going to take care of him and give him what he needed. As they got harder and faster, he started to arch his back a little bit, pushing his ass up, begging silently for more. Eventually, he even started to make soft breathy sounds involuntarily as the spanking continued. His whole ass was stinging brightly now, and it was perfect, it felt so much better than he had a few minutes ago, when he had been so nervous. There was nothing to be nervous about now. All he had to do was stay still on Eric’s lap and let the pain wash through him. It was far less pain than he could take, but enough to put him into a slightly more submissive headspace. When Eric commented on his ass being empty, Caleb arched a little bit, trying to show that he was offering his ass openly. “Please,” he murmured. “Please fix it, Sir.”
‘Such a sweet, needy submissive.’ He teased fondly, landing a particularly hard smack across his cheeks. He brought his fingers round to Caleb’s mouth, and pressed three passed his lips. ‘Suck.’ Was the only verbalised instruction. He could feel his own headspace changing. It was easier to fall into a mindset where he didn’t worry quite so much and it was all down to how wonderfully Caleb responded to him.
Caleb jerked at the harder slap, and let out a very soft moan. He wasn’t expecting the fingers in his mouth, but it didn’t take any thought to obey. He wrapped his lips around them and sucked them into his mouth all the way to the knuckle. He sucked on then gently, but eagerly, exploring them with his tongue, and making sure to get them as wet as possible.
‘How rough do you want me to be submissive?’ He wanted an answer but he wasn’t prepared to remove his fingers from his mouth to allow him to do so. He would just have to try to talk around them. ‘I can’t hear you boy, you’re going to have to speak up a little.’ He teased, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to be the Dominant Caleb needed, and figuring out the right way to do this would be part of it. He’d managed successfully so far with both him and Maverick; fake it ‘til you make it.
Caleb never knew how to answer a question like that, because he wanted to do whatever his Dominant desired, but he knew that he’d been the one to ask for a rough scene, so he couldn’t just equivocate like that. But then of course there were Eric’s fingers in his mouth… “Please,” Caleb tried to say, but it came out more like a muffled “eesh,” and he flushed red when Eric teased him about it. For a second, he just sucked on Eric’s fingers, but he knew he wouldn’t get away with not answering. “Harder,” he said, trying to enunciate past Eric’s fingers, and it was muffled but at least had two distinct syllables and was mostly intelligible. “Please,” he tried again, marginally more successfully. “Rough, please.” He wasn’t sure if ‘rough’ was discernible or not, but maybe Eric would get it in the context.
He’d plug him eventually, but right now, he wanted to enjoy opening him up slowly. He pulled his fingers from his mouth with a wet pop and spread his cheeks before spitting directly over his hole. He had lube to hand in case this really wasn’t enough but rough was what his boy wanted and he was more than willing to play with that. He pressed two fingers against his rim, and applied consistent pressure until he was past the tight ring of muscle. ‘I think you ought to be plugged always.’ He mused, speaking to distract him from the initial uncomfortableness. He watched him carefully, looking for any sign that saliva wasn’t cutting it as lube and that it was venturing beyond rough and into the bad kind of pain. ‘You’re just so beautiful like this submissive. Beautiful and mine.’
There was something humiliating about Eric spitting on his hole and using that for lube, but in his current headspace, all that did was push Caleb further down into submission. It felt right, honestly. It felt like how he should be treated. He gasped softly when Eric pushed two fingers into him. There was far more friction than there would be with proper lube, but the burn of it didn’t hurt that much. He pushed his hips up, begging for more. “Please,” he murmured, now that he could speak again. “Please, please, Sir.” He wanted to be plugged, like Eric said, he wanted Eric to fuck him with his fingers, he wanted anything Eric would give him.
‘Please, please.’ He echoed, fondness colouring his tone as he echoed Caleb’s words. ‘Your voice is music to my ears right now. You have no idea how much I love seeing you let go, seeing you give in to the needy slut that you are. My needy, sweet boy.’ He praised. He fucked him slowly. He could feel the friction, the slow drag as he worked him open and he could only imagine how it felt to his boy. ‘Off my lap now submissive. I need to get something to fill this needy hole of yours.’ He guided Caleb off his lap. ‘Forehead to floor. Wait for me here. I won’t be long.’ He wouldn’t be; he knew exactly what he wanted; the same vibrating plug they’d used before and a gag that would muffle his words and make him drool. When he returned, he grinned. ‘Look at my pretty boy.’ He hummed. ‘Stand up and bend over.’ He instructed immediately.
The friction of Eric’s fingers had begun to hurt, now, but in the best way. Maybe it was because Caleb was already slipping into subspace, but he wanted that pain. He wanted it to hurt, he wanted to be used, to feel like his comfort wasn’t a concern. These urges mixed with the praise he was hearing from Eric, making him feel so good, so wanted. When Eric pulled his fingers out, Caleb let out a strangled whine in protest, but he obediently slid off of his lap and onto the floor on his knees, folding over to press his face into the carpet, down where he belonged. He heard Eric walk away, and the distance ached, but at least he could stay here, where Eric put him, and not have to look up or think or until his Dominant came back. It only lasted a minute, and then Eric was speaking to him again, and Caleb let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding, and stood. He bent over immediately, legs spread, and used his hands to part his ass cheeks for Eric.
‘Look at you.’ The awe and adoration he felt for Caleb was evident immediately. ‘You’re so good beautiful. I don’t even have to direct you. You already know what I want.’ When it came to the plug, he knew he’d have to use lube. It would be too rough to try it without, or to try it with spit. At the end of the day, it was still important that Caleb enjoyed this. He used a minimal amount and didn’t waste time plugging him. He watched with arousal as Caleb stretched around the toy and he gave a hard smack across it once it was fully sheathed inside him. ‘Turn around and open your mouth now submissive. I have a special gag, just for you.’ It was, essentially, a penis gag. It wasn’t too thick or too long; it wouldn’t make him feel choked but it would leave his mouth full and make speaking very difficult. ‘If you can’t say your safeword, you click your fingers.’ He instructed, as he brought the gag to his lips. He secured it, and looked him over. ‘How does that feel submissive?’ He prompted. His tone said he wanted an answer.
Caleb flushed with pride at the praise and the knowledge that he had pleased Eric so well. That was all he wanted. If Eric was pleased, then nothing could be wrong. He let out a soft noise when the plug went in, and then a gasp when Eric spanked him, causing the plug to jolt inside him, making his cock jerk in interest. When Eric told him to turn around, he dropped back to his knees without even thinking about it. Staying on his feet just wasn’t something that crossed his mind in this state. He looked up at Eric with open adoration, and opened his mouth. He ran his tongue along it and sucked instinctively as it went in. It wasn’t too big, just enough to make him feel like he was full at both ends, like he was being properly used. It wasn’t nearly as good as having Eric’s cock in his mouth, of course, but he was just happy that Eric knew he needed to be controlled like this. He nodded at the instruction. He didn’t think he’d ever safe word, but he would remember anyway, because Eric wanted him to. At the question, Caleb just moaned softly and closed his eyes. He didn’t know what to say, and speaking around a gag was difficult and humiliating.
‘When I ask you a question boy, I want you to try and answer every time. Using your words is important and a privilege. It’s hard, but you always have to try.’ There was a lesson buried in there somewhere and he hoped Caleb would get the hints he was dropping. ‘I have a fun little treat set up for you in the playroom.’ He grinned. ‘I want you to follow me there, on your hands and knees just like we discussed.’ His first goal was to push Caleb into this headspace, this beautiful headspace where the only thing that existed was his submission. Pain, he figured, would be the best way to do that and he’d planned to incorporate that from the moment he won his scene. The element of control would come even more into play afterward. He walked quick enough that Caleb would have to fight to keep up, and when he led him through, he directed him immediately to the spanking bench, ‘this is furniture you’re always going to allowed on submissive.’ He explained with a grin. ‘Up you get.’ He patted the leather bench with his hand. In front of it was a mirror, covered at the moment so Caleb wouldn’t be able to identify what it was, and he was eagerly anticipating the look on his face.
Caleb looked down, ashamed. Eric was right, speaking was a privilege, he could easily be told to be silent, and it was ungrateful of him not to try harder. “I’m sorry,” he tried to say, but the vowels were muffled and it came out as a quiet “mm uh-rry.” He looked up again when Eric mentioned a treat, surprised and curious. He nodded and dropped down onto all fours to follow Eric. He had to shuffle along quickly, and managed to get a bit of carpet burn on one of his knees, but he didn’t much care, he was too focused on Eric to notice. He nodded at Eric’s clarification about the spanking bench, and clambered up onto it, quickly getting comfortable and then turning his head to watch Eric.
‘Absolutely fucking beautiful.’ He hadn’t exactly planned to say it but the words left and he was glad he said it. He never wanted Caleb to doubt how incredibly attracted to him he was. He moved to stand in front of him. ‘Before I strap you down, I want you to undo my belt for me submissive.’ He instructed. His fingers toyed with his hair and when the buckle was loose, he pulled the accessory free from the belt loops. He allowed the leather to trail over Caleb’s skin, before he set it down and went about securing him to the bench. He wanted him to feel free to struggle and writhe with the fear of falling. Pleased with his bondage, he pulled the sheet from the mirror and let Caleb see his reflection. ‘Your eyes are not allowed to close. You’re going to keep looking forward and watch everything that I do to you, every reaction you have.’
Caleb smiled around the gag, which really resulted in him smiling with his eyes, but it was clear he was enjoying the praise. He reached out without hesitation to unbuckle Eric’s belt with gentle, reverent fingers, excited about the prospect of Eric beating him with it. He loved the hard sting of the belt, and it felt so personal, being something Eric wore. He settled on the bench and stayed still as Eric bound his limbs to it, which helped Caleb relax. He didn’t have to worry about staying still when he was tied down. He could jerk or writhe, and the bonds would hold him in place, meaning that he didn’t have to concentrate on not moving. He looked up when Eric moved in front of him, and blinked in surprise when he revealed the mirror. Caleb could see himself, tied down, naked, gagged. It was a strange sensation to actually see what he looked like when he was like this. He nodded at the instruction and looked up at Eric to make sure the Dominant knew he understood.
Confident that Caleb understand, he picked up a leather paddle and took up his position behind him. He struck him hard and quickly; five times in succession and he watched his skin flare red. It was a sight he knew he’d never tire of. A quick click to a pocketed remote started the plug vibrating and then he hit him again. Pain played such an important role for Caleb and at first he thought he might be pushing himself out of his comfort zone but the more they’d tried it, the more he saw just how much pleasure his boy took from it and that spurred him on. He switched the plain paddle for one decorated with studs, and he angled smacks against his cheeks, across the back of thighs and made sure to pay special attention to his sit spot. He wanted him bruised and wincing in the days that would follow.
Caleb jerked when the paddle hit him and sent pain searing through his skin. Each swat jolted the plug in him as well, making the sensation of it all deeper and more exquisite. He let out soft, muffled noises with each hit, but when the plug started to vibrate in him he moaned. Eric kept hitting him and the pain began to override his senses, mixing with the pleasure of the vibrator, making his dick harden and start to form a bead of precum at the tip. When Eric switched to the studded paddle, Caleb began to give short, gasped moans with each swat. He tugged on the straps holding him down, trying to writhe as the pain washed over him, again and again, and his moans turned into sharp cries. The whole time, he could see himself in the mirror, watched his face contort as he grimaced in pain, watched his skin steadily flush and start to shine with a thin layer of sweat, watched as he wriggled and tugged uselessly. It was so strange to see himself like this. Strange and humiliating. He looked so desperate and needy. And it didn’t help that he knew if he wasn’t gagged, he’d be begging for more between swats. He really was just a slut, wasn’t he? A slut for Eric to play with.
‘So beautiful baby.’ He hummed. He loved playing with pain and he loved how Caleb responded. It was so physical, so immediate and it made his cock twitch. He was practically vibrating with excitement when it was time to switch to the belt. This was something new, and there had been something intense about making Caleb take it off, knowing they both knew exactly what it was going to be used for. He cracked it against his skin five times in quick succession. The sound was beautiful, the marks it left on his skin were thrilling and the way he writhed blew his mind. ‘I wonder if you could come like this.’ He mused. ‘My sweet boy.’ He angled the next flick of the belt closer to his balls but didn’t quite make contact. ‘Do you want me to make you cum beautiful?’ He asked, and grinned as his boy tried to answer.
Caleb cried out at the hard impact of the belt, moaning around the gag. His whole ass ached and burned, making him arch up and tug on his bonds, but the fact that they held him in place was a comfort. The strikes from the belt all blurred together in a haze of pain, he didn’t even know how many times Eric hit him, but it didn’t matter. He could see in the mirror the way his pupils were blown wide, his eyes looking clouded and dark, and starting to shine with unshed tears. And despite all of the pain, Eric’s voice washed over him, soothing him, telling him as much from his tone as his words that he was pleased with Caleb, that Caleb was his good boy. That last strike of the belt, so low on his ass, so close to his most vulnerable bits, made him yelp loudly and clench down on the vibrator, which only served to make the pain and the pleasure swirl together even more. He was achingly hard, but he had hardly noticed his cock, too deep in subspace to care about his own desires. All he wanted was Eric, the pain Eric would give him, the sound of Eric’s voice, the touch of Eric’s hand. He moaned around the gag at Eric’s question, and tried to nod. He wanted anything Eric would give him. Pain, pleasure, anything, as long as Eric chose it for him.
He was so marked now, skin so red that Eric knew even his hand would cause a wonderful sting. After several more smacks of the leather belt, he switched back to his hand. He was desperately curious to see if pain alone was enough to make Caleb cum and he wanted that pain to come from his hand, rather than a tool. ‘I want you to cum for me. You have permission.’ Thwack. His hand landed with a hard smack. He peppered them between his words; finding the way his hand had started to sting wonderfully arousing. ‘I want you to cum without me ever having to touch your cock submissive.’ He didn’t know if it was enough and he wouldn’t push him too far, he rationalised. But then, Caleb wanted to be pushed. That was the whole point of this exchange. He increased the vibrations, and landed his hand across the base of the plug. ‘Let me hear you baby.’
Caleb cried out as the belt continued to send pain shooting through him like electricity, and he squeezed his eyes shut in a grimace, causing tears to fall down his cheeks. By the time Eric switched back to his hand, Caleb had started to actually cry, tears streaming from his eyes and his moans now turned into choked sobs. He was so sore and raw that even Eric’s hand made him jump and yell each time it landed, but it was a downgrade of intensity from the belt, meaning that Caleb was able to process more of the pleasure along with the intensity of the pain. He was so deep in subspace, all he wanted was Eric’s voice and touch, there were no thoughts in his head outside of Eric’s orders. Caleb was desperate for more, and he arched up, trying to push his ass out to show Eric how good he could be. He didn’t know if he was capable of coming like this, but he knew for sure that he wanted to, he desperately wanted to, only because Eric wished it. He didn’t care about his own orgasm, even though he knew he would enjoy it. He only cared that Eric wanted it. He tried to focus on the pleasure, especially from the vibrator, but he was too deep in subspace to be able to direct his attention like that. He couldn’t think anymore, he could only feel. But Eric helped him by slapping the plug and making it jolt in him, setting all his nerves alight. Eric always helped him, he thought, Eric was such a good master, he always gave Caleb what he needed. Caleb moaned around the gag, sucking hard, clenching down on the plug, and opened his eyes again. It was what he saw in the mirror, not just himself, a complete and utter mess, totally undone by his master, but Master himself, also visible in the mirror, his eyes dark and intent, that pushed Caleb over the edge. He stared at the mirror and cried out again, every muscle tensing as he came.
It was achingly beautiful. It was one of the most pain-intense scenes he’d ever done and it was beyond perfect. Caleb was more than he ever could have asked for and Eric didn’t have the words to express his pride. He continued to spank him through his orgasm; slower and lighter as he tried to guide him down slowly. When he was satisfied Caleb had enjoyed every last second of pleasure, he moved around to his front. ‘Beautiful boy.’ He murmured. He stroked his thumb across his cheeks, and brushed the tears away. ‘You always make me so proud.’ He praised warmly. His fingers immediately went to the buckle securing the gag. ‘I’m going to take this out now. You don’t have to say anything yet. Just breathe nice and slowly sweet boy.’ He knew that was Caleb’s favourite pet name, and reintroducing it now seemed like the right move. He pulled the toy from his mouth slowly, gently; and brushed his thumb over his lower lip. ‘You’re my good boy. You did so well.’ He praised. ‘You can sink into that headspace. I’m here and you’re safe. It’s okay to stay there.’
Caleb almost sobbed as the orgasm washed through him, turning the pain into exquisite pleasure. It was intense, more than his normal orgasms, and for a long minute afterwards Caleb’s mind was blank of anything but contentment and sheer carnal pleasure. Even when his brain started to come back online, he was still deep in subspace, drifting, freed from any burden of thought. He looked up at his master when he came in front of him, and tried to smile, but the gag was in the way. Still, he stared up at him adoringly and leaned heavily into his touch. The praise was everything to him. He was what Master said he was, after all. So if Eric said he was a beautiful boy, and his good boy, then that was what Caleb believed himself to be in that moment. It filled him with joy and pride, seeing how well he’d pleased Eric. Caleb relaxed his jaw to let Eric remove the toy, and when Eric touched him again, he dipped his head so he could kiss his master’s palm. He sighed and nodded, relieved when Eric told him he could stay here in this headspace. He believed it to his core, that he was safe, because Eric was here, and his master always took care of him.
‘I’m gonna untie you now, and then I’m going to help you up. You’re allowed to walk, just because I want you to lean on me if you really unsteady. I’m gonna clean you off, and then we’re going to relax for a while. Just you at my feet.’ He detailed exactly what was going to happen as clearly and as simply as possible. He wanted Caleb to understand exactly what was expected of him. He cupped his face first and laid a soft kiss against his lips. ‘I’ll get you some water to drink too sweet boy.’ He remained in his eyeline as much as possible, glancing towards the mirror every so often and smiling at him. He guided him up from the bench and slid his arm around his waist. ‘That’s it, lean on me baby.’ He encouraged. He liked this part. This part where he could be as gentle as he’d been rough. ‘Whenever you’re ready, just let me know how you’re feeling. You only have to talk when you feel okay doing so.’ He assured him, as he walked him through to the bathroom.
Caleb nodded as Eric explained what he was going to do. He was too far down in subspace to really think much about anything, but none of that sounded bad to him. Mostly, he was just happy that his master was touching him and talking to him and was telling him his plans to take care of him. Caleb kept staring at Eric, in the mirror when Eric was out of his eye line, with a dazed but peaceful look on his face. When Eric helped him up, Caleb did his best to stand, but he was shaky and weak, and he didn’t hesitate to lean into Eric and wrap his arms around Eric’s waist. It was a sign of how deep in subspace he was, that there was no hesitation at all to cling to the Dominant and tuck his face into Eric’s shoulder. He nodded again as the walked, but it was more of a nuzzle, given where his face was pressed into the crook of Eric’s neck. “M’good,” he mumbled happily. “Thank you, Master.”
He wanted to freeze at that. Master. He’d never asked for that. He hadn’t known just how much he wanted to hear it until Caleb actually said it. He didn’t react though. Not as excitedly as he wanted to. Caleb was blissfully floating and he didn’t want to risk pulling him out of that. Didn’t want to risk jarring him and making him believe he’d done something wrong. ‘You’re welcome beautiful. Thank you.’ He echoed. ‘That was quite a spectacular gift.’ He saw their submission as a gift: Caleb’s and Maverick’s and it was a gift he intended to earn every time. ‘You can lean back against the counter.’ He smiled. ‘I’m just gonna clean you off and then I want your mouth around my cock. You make a perfect cocksleeve.’ He teased playfully. ‘We’ll have a bath together later; properly rinse off the day.’ He explained, as he soaked a washcloth with warm water and gently set about cleaning the Switch up.
Caleb sighed happily against Eric’s shoulder. When Eric moved him to lean against the counter, Caleb made a soft noise of protest, not wanting to let go of Eric, and then hissed when his ass touched the edge of the counter. But Eric was still touching him and talking to him, and it was easy to lean into the pain and let it become a warm glow, coloring his subspace instead of pulling him out of it. He smiled at the praise, looking up at his wonderful Master, who was taking such good care of him, and who was going to let Caleb serve him. Caleb couldn’t ask for more. “I love your cock,” he mused, his smile dopey and adoring. “I wanna be good, and serve you, Master.” He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, and they reached out to rest on Eric’s hips, another thing he’d never normally do without asking. But the fear that always held him back just wasn’t there, this deep in subspace.
‘You’re always good for me beautiful.’ He replied easily, as he tossed the cloth in the sink. There would be time for cleaning everything up properly later; he didn’t want to waste a second of this space Caleb was enjoying. He loved seeing him with his guard down. He loved how freely he was touching him. ‘You remember the rules don’t you? Hands and knees unless you’re still feeling unsteady and need to lean on me.’ He reminded him gently. He led him through to the living room, walking slower now so as not to push him for too much. He took a seat and let his legs fall apart, creating a space for Caleb to kneel. Honestly, he could think of few things he enjoyed as much as he enjoyed Caleb nuzzling and pressing into his crotch. It was so incredibly intimate and he loved seeing that submission. ‘I’m this turned on because of you.’ He informed him, sliding his hand into his hair and drawing him forward. His erection was obvious beneath his pants and he guided Caleb’s mouth towards it. ‘You do this to me.’
Caleb positively beamed when Eric praised him. He never felt so good, in such a pure and uncomplicated way, as he did right now. At the reminder of the rules of the scene, Caleb dropped to the floor so fast his knees thudded, but he didn’t care. He just looked back up at Eric, still smiling, utterly delighted to be at his master’s feet, where he belonged. He followed Eric out to the living room, and the movement made his ass ache even worse, but the dull throb just fueled his subspace more. He crawled in between Eric’s feet and sat up, getting comfortable on his knees and sitting back on his heels, which pressed against his sensitive ass perfectly. His eyes locked onto the bulge in Eric’s pants as soon as he spoke, and it barely took any encouragement to make Caleb lean in and start kissing and mouthing at it through the fabric. He moaned softly, reveling in the closeness, the feeling that he was being used like a good sub, that he was pleasing his master.
He groaned freely, keeping his hand in Caleb’s hair. ‘Such a beautiful, eager boy.’ He encouraged, rolling his hips up to meet the flurry of kisses. ‘Take my cock out now submissive. I want to see your lips stretched around me.’ He instructed firmly. If he could, he’d have lived in this moment forever. The only thing that could have made it better was if Maverick were kneeling next to Caleb. His boys were the perfect pair. ‘You’re not sucking. Yet. You just have to hold my cock in your mouth, and let yourself relax. That’s all I need from my good boy.’ He explained, fingers undoing the zipper in his jeans and lifting his hips so he could pull them down.
Caleb started trying to suck through the fabric, that’s how desperate he was for his master’s cock, but thankfully he was given permission to actually taste it a moment later. He wasted no time undoing Eric’s fly and pulling his underwear down to free his hard cock. He didn’t even wait to look at it for a second, just wrapped his lips around the head the instant it was out and started sucking happily. Only to realize he had just been told not to suck, and hadn’t been fully listening, in his haste to get master’s cock out. He whined in the back of his throat, but stopped sucking, and instead slid down Eric’s cock to take more of it into his mouth. He looked up at Eric with wide eyes, hoping he was doing well.
‘That’s better. That’s my good boy.’ He encouraged. His fingers remained threaded in his hair and just rested there. It was quite relaxing actually, and he opted to turn the TV on. Whatever he was watching was mindless, and he didn’t pay too much attention; it was just something to measure time. He kept glancing towards Caleb, smiling and murmuring praise; just enough to keep him conscious of the fact he knew he was there and he wasn’t being ignored. When the second episode of the sitcom ended, he turned the TV off and gave a firm tug of his hair. ‘Suck now submissive. I want to cum down your throat.’
That praise was all Caleb wanted. He was so happy he could cry. He stared up at his master adoringly, and moved his tongue under Eric's cock just a little with a happy him. He registered the sound of the TV turning on, but was too deep in subspace to really even notice it consciously. After a minute, Caleb closed his eyes and let himself just relax. His world narrowed down to a small set of sensations, just the weight of Eric's cock in his mouth, the comfort of his hand in Caleb's hair, the pleasant fullness of the plug in his hole and the throb of his ass, all things that made Caleb feel like a good and valuable submissive who was being properly used by his master. He lost all track of time, just floating through subspace, kept safe by Eric's presence, until the tug on his hair brought him back to the moment. He looked up at Eric again, and would have grinned had his lips not been occupied. He didn't need to be told twice. He started to suck, hard, and bobbed his head up and down, taking in more of Eric's cock. He couldn't keep the whole thing in his mouth when he was just warming it, because he could only deep throat for maybe five or ten seconds before pulling back to breathe and then going again, but now that he had permission to move, Caleb sucked it all in and pressed his nose into Eric's pubic hair. He was enthusiastic, even joyful about it as he moved up and down Eric's cock. He wanted so badly to make Eric come and make him happy.
He was so content to be lazy with this. To just recline back against the couch and let his boy service him. It was strange; to feel that comfortable with another person. A guttural groan left his lips and he arched his back; satisfaction written across his face. He loved the response he received from Caleb. The Switch was so beautifully eager for him and he allowed his eyes to fall closed as he just enjoyed the pure bliss that washed over him. He lost track of how long Caleb sucked and teased; he didn’t open his eyes again until he could feel the pit of his stomach twist and tighten. ‘Fuck —huhhh. Caleb. Take it all. M’so close.’ He groaned, shallowly thrusting his hips forward into the welcome wet heat of his boy’s mouth.
Caleb moaned eagerly around Eric’s cock. He wanted his cum so bad. He wanted it in his mouth, so he could taste it and swallow it, but he wanted it on his face, too, so it could mark him as Eric’s plaything. Regardless, he just kept sucking, and pushed himself to deepthroat for longer and longer periods of time. Each time he only pulled back when Eric’s cock was choking him so badly he couldn’t take it, and he pulled back to gasp a breath, and then kept right on sucking. He groaned, looking up at Eric with wide, hopeful eyes, trying to drive him over the edge.
It was the look that drove him completely over the edge. Caleb’s wide, open expression had him shooting his load down his throat, and moaning his name as he did so. He used the hand in his hair to push him back slightly and closed his other hand around the base of his length; painting Caleb’s lips, cheeks, chin with ropes of white. He collapsed back against the couch and breathed an exhausted and content sigh. ‘Fucking hell.’ He breathed. ‘Such a fucking perfect boy submissive.’ He praised. ‘Fuck, stay like that. Right there. I need to —‘ he stretched across to grab his Polaroid camera, on the side table. ‘I need to take your picture. Just for us Caleb. I need to be able to look back on this.’
Caleb started to swallow eagerly as he felt Eric spill in his mouth, but then Eric gripped him by the hair and tugged him back, and Caleb moaned at the loss of his master’s wonderful cock in his mouth, but he welcomed the feeling of cum striping his cheeks, hot and sticky. He opened his mouth, trying to catch what he could on his tongue, but held completely still so that Eric could decorate him as he chose. When he was done, Caleb just sat back on his heels and beamed up at his master. He felt perfect right now. Beyond perfect. He knew he was a good boy, in a way he never really believed it outside of this deep subspace. He knew he had pleased Eric, that he’d been so good, and he was going to get to stay right here where he belonged, at Eric’s feet, completely controlled by Eric’s will. “Thank you, Master,” he murmured happily.
He snapped several pictures; in genuine awe of how incredible and blissful Caleb looked. It was a look he knew he’d never tire of seeing. The camera printed the pictures immediately and he set them aside to let them develop. He’d look at them later, and probably share them with Caleb. ‘Tell me you’re mine submissive. I want to hear you tell me you’re my boy.’ He requested. He leaned forward and cupped his face with both hands. He kissed him soundly, not caring that he was probably making something of a mess of his own face. He needed to kiss him because he couldn’t convey the right level of affection and adoration with just his words.
“I’m yours, Master,” Caleb answered with an easy confidence he would never have been able to even fake, let alone feel outside of this headspace. He was so far down in subspace that he wasn’t even capable of questioning things. He belonged to Eric, it was clear as day. “I’m your boy. I’m your good boy.” He nearly giggled when he called himself a good boy, because it felt amazing to say it. He leaned up so he could kiss Eric back, unconcerned by the cum on his face that was being smeared around.
‘Again.’ He instructed against his lips. It was the good boy part he wanted him to repeat. He didn’t think he’d ever seen Caleb make such a powerful declaration so freely. He pulled back just enough so he could watch him; his hands still lightly holding his face. The words soothed worries he’d not fully recognised yet. They relaxed him, comforted him and reassured him that by getting Caleb to this place, he was doing something very right.
Caleb didn't really understand why Eric was looking at him like that, like something important had happened, or maybe that he was something important. It didn't matter much though, not this deep in subspace. All he cared was that Eric was looking at him and that he seemed to still be pleased. "I'm your boy, Master," he repeated, smiling. "I'm yours. I know I'm yours and you'll take care of me."
‘You’re my good boy.’ He wanted to watch as the praise reached his ears and sunk in. He swore he could see the words wash over him and bring about a physical response. He felt an intense need to be close to his submissive. It wasn’t enough to just sit here with him; he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to do anything to feel close enough. ‘Come have a shower with me.’ There would be an entire evening of Caleb serving him ahead; of preparing dinner, turning down the bed, kneeling, cleaning up the playroom and that could all come later. What he needed now was to address his own needs; Caleb was floating pleasantly in the most submissive headspace he’d seen him in and he needed to take care of himself. ‘I wanna get us both cleaned up and just feel you wrapped around me for a while sweet boy.’ He explained. ‘And then you can prepare dinner.’
Caleb beamed at Eric, entirely unconcerned about the cum cooling on his face. He could see a bit on Eric's cheek from when they had kissed, and it seemed wrong to let Eric be dirty, so he reached up and reverently brushed it off with his finger tips, then brought them to his mouth to lick it off. It was a gesture that would normally be unthinkably bold for a boy who never so much as touched Eric's knee or hand without permission, but right now Caleb was Eric's good boy. He had no fear of being unwanted. "Yes, Sir," he agreed, wondering if he'd be allowed to kiss Eric again when they showered. He was delighted that he would at least be allowed to wash him, since surely that was why Eric wanted him in the shower with him, and that he wouldn't have to be parted from him.
He walked slowly, ensuring Caleb could crawl along next to him easily. When they reached the bathroom, he stripped out of his clothes and reached into the shower to turn it on. ‘Let’s let the water heat up yeah?’ He smiled. ‘And let’s take that plug out. Stand up and bend over the counter sweet boy. I want you to watch your face again.’ He winked. He offered Caleb a hand, and guided him into the position he wanted. He eased the toy out gently; his submissive had been wearing it for a long time and he knew the sudden empty feeling might hit him hard. ‘This one isn’t waterproof.’ He explained, as he brushed his fingers over his stretched hole. ‘Would you like one that is to replace it?’ He prompted.
Caleb was tempted to try to nuzzle Eric’s leg as he crawled after him, but decided he should focus on crawling and not being greedy for attention. His master was giving him so much attention already. And of course it was only a minute until they were in the bathroom, and Caleb stood up and bent over the counter, pushing his ass out nicely for Eric. He watched himself, as instructed, even though he’d much rather be watching Eric in the mirror. He didn’t even think about being empty after the plug was out, because he was just floating along, doing as he was told. And then the plug was out, and his ass tried to clench down and there was nothing there and he felt awful, it was wrong, he was supposed to be a good sub, and good subs were used, they were filled, and suddenly there were tears in his eyes, and he didn’t have enough of his faculties articulate why. His eyes locked onto Eric’s in the mirror. “Please,” he whined pitifully. “Please, please- can’t- Master-” He was starting to get upset and didn’t know how to stop himself from feeling it.
‘Shh submissive. It’s okay. Look at me.’ He soothed. He wanted him to try to verbalise his needs, his desires; he wasn’t sure if this was the right headspace to try it but he had to follow through now with what he’d started. He pulled him up into an upright position, and drew him back against his chest. ‘I’ve got you, my sweet, good boy. What’s getting you upset?’ He nuzzled his beard against his boy’s shoulder, all too aware of how much enjoyment he took out of it. ‘You’re allowed to ask me for what you need submissive. If you tell me, I’ll decide if you can have it.’ He emphasised that he would be the one ultimately deciding; that only Caleb could do was ask and he hoped that would get through to him before his upset brought him out of his blissful haze.
Between Eric’s gentle voice and his strong, firm grip that pulled Caleb back against his chest, Caleb started to calm. Master still had him. He was pressed firmly against Eric’s body, which meant that Eric was still in control, and Caleb didn’t need to be afraid. He still felt awfully, horribly empty, but he wasn’t panicking because of it. He grimaced, looking at Eric in the mirror. “My- my hole,” he tried to explain, still sounding distraught. “Please, Master, I don’t wanna be empty, please, good sluts are used! Good sluts aren’t empty. Please, please…” He stared at Eric desperately, hoping he’d decide to let Caleb have his plug back. Why had he taken it out? Something about water… oh, the shower, right. Caleb didn’t want to shower anymore, if it meant not having his plug. He didn’t need to shower anyway, he was a good boy, he was proud of the cum on his face because it was a gift from his Dominant.
He turned him in his arms and pressed him back against the counter. ‘Keep your eyes on me.’ He said firmly. There was no room for arguing with his tone. He wanted Caleb to have to focus on him, rather than his reflection. He’d had no intention of leaving him empty but he also wasn’t about to plug him just to stop this. They needed to be able to work through this upset. He wanted to see if he was actually capable of calming him down. ‘I am your Master submissive. I took your plug out because I want you in the shower with me. You didn’t lose it for any other reason than safety. It would be a shame if the plug was damaged by the water and we couldn’t use it again right?’ He explained, using what he in his own head called his ‘Dom voice’. ‘You can have a plug for the shower but only if you keep looking at me and taking deep breaths. There’s no need to worry or panic. All that matters is me and what I decide for you.’
Caleb was suddenly facing Eric, and he hissed when his sore bottom hit the counter, but he kept his wide eyes fixed on Eric’s face. He nodded when Eric spoke. He was Caleb’s master. Caleb knew that. And as Eric continued, Caleb realized he’d been thinking wrong. It wasn’t surprising, he was so often wrong, and he was scared Eric might want to punish him for being wrong, but even that fear was pushed into the background by Eric’s strong, commanding voice. It demanded Caleb’s focus. Caleb nodded, keeping his eyes firmly on Eric’s. “Yes, Master,” he whispered. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Caleb had gotten caught up in wanting to be good and forgotten to be obedient, but Master had corrected him. Master always took care of him, even when he was stupid and disobedient. It was okay. Caleb was able to take deep breaths, like Eric had said, and kept his eyes on him, slowly calming down.
‘I know your head is swirling right now; I know things might feel a little hazy. When it feels like it’s too much, bring your focus back to me. I am your Master and you are my very, very good boy.’ He reiterated, pressing him a little more firmly against the counter, knowing it would spark a flare of pain. ‘This is an important lesson submissive. When a good submissive needs something, they tell their Dominant. You tell me, and you put the decision as to whether you get it or not in my hands. I decide if it’s a want or a need.’ He explained. He pulled him forward enough to allow his hand to slide round and rear against his ass. ‘Now, if you need something sweet boy, tell me. Calmly. Clearly. Politely. Show me you’re my good boy.’
It amazed him how well Eric knew him, right now. He felt exactly like that, like his head was swirling and it was hard to focus and everything just felt like too much, and like he was too little and not strong enough. But he could do that, he could keep trying to bring his attention back to Eric. All he had to do was trust him, right? All he had to do was say how he felt and his master would take care of everything. Caleb nodded, and when he was pulled forward, he wrapped his arms tightly around Eric’s waist and pressed his face down into Eric’s shoulder. “P-please,” he stammered. Why was this so difficult? It shouldn’t be so hard, he knew his master would take care of him. And he wanted so badly to be good. He wanted to be Eric’s good boy. “Please, I- I need something. In my hole. Please, Master. I don’t like being empty because-” His breath hitched, but he closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of Eric’s body against his. “Because you- you gave it to me ‘cause I needed to be full, because good sluts are supposed to be used. I don’t- I don’t want to be useless. Please.”
‘Good boy.’ He didn’t necessarily like what Caleb was saying, the implication that he was useless unless he was being used was upsetting but he’d given him what he wanted. He’d talked about what he needed, he’d spoke about how he was feeling and that was a huge step in the right direction. ‘Let me be very clear, you are never useless.’ He whispered, against his hair. He kissed his head and pulled him impossibly closer. ‘Your Master will never, ever say that. Think that. Believe that. You’re sweet and strong and mine. Never useless. What you just did? That shows me your submission more than any plug possibly could.’ He breathed out a content sigh. This felt like a win. ‘I have a plug for you, and you’re getting it because you did exactly what I said, because you trusted me submissive. Whenever you’re ready, turn around again and let me see that perfect ass of yours.’
Caleb sagged against him when Eric praised him. He nodded against Eric’s shoulder, relieved. “Thank you, Master,” he mumbled into his skin. “Thank you.” He nuzzled into Eric’s neck for a long moment. He needed the closeness with his Dominant right now. “I trust you. You take care of me.” After another moment, he pulled back and turned around, leaning over to show Eric his ass. “Please fix it, Master?”
Plugs were a commonly used toy, and he kept them in various locations through his suite. One of those locations was the bathroom; on the shelf above his toothbrush, and electric shaver, was a small range of plugs. They were all waterproof and kept in here for moments exactly like this. He selected one that was slightly bigger than the last, and held it to Caleb’s lips; instructing him to suck for a few moments. He was already well-stretched, so he didn’t stretch him any further before he pulled the plug from his lips with a wet pop, and eased it inside him carefully. ‘There sweet boy.’ He hummed, resting his hands lightly on the curve of his ass. ‘Does that feel better?’
Caleb did his best to suck on the plug like a good boy and get it as wet as he could. He already felt better, even without anything in his ass, just because Eric had taken control and reminded him who was in charge. When Eric took the plug out of his mouth and pushed it into his ass though, Caleb let out a breath and relaxed. He clenched around it, finally full again, and looked up at Eric in the mirror with a smile. "Yes, master. Much better. Thank you for taking care of your boy."
He leaned over him, and kissed his shoulder. Then he slowly kissed and mouthed his way down his back. He allowed his beard to drag against the unmarked skin, and he kept moving lower until he reached his ass. He kissed there tenderly, paying attention to each bruise as individually as he could. ‘Thank you for being my good boy.’ He replied, recognising the gift of Caleb’s submission. ‘I l— think we ought to get into the shower now. I want nothing more than to feel my boy pressed up close. Want you wrapped around me.’ He confessed. He took his head and led his boy through until they were standing under the heavy stream of hot water. ‘You make me so proud sweet boy.’ He hummed, allowing himself to relax and recognise a job well done. ‘Always So proud of you.’
Caleb sighed softly when his master kissed him, and he felt his muscles progressively relax as Eric's lips moved down his body. He was still deep, deep in subspace, so deep that his worries and insecurities didn't stick around after Eric comforted him, the way they normally would. It was easy to slip back into a headspace where he knew that he was Eric's good boy and he was so confident in that knowledge that there was no residual fear or worry. He smiled and nodded when Eric took his hand. "Yes, Sir." He let himself be pulled into the shower and sighed again at the blissful warmth. He looked back at Eric again and beamed. "I was good?" He leaned into Eric, relaxing against him in a way that was not very conducive for washing but very good for snuggling under the lovely hot water. "You're such a good master. Take such good care of me. Wanna stay here forever. Please? I don't want to come back up and be me again."
‘So good for me. You make me so proud.’ He echoed. He loved the look that formed on Caleb’s face when he praised him. It was bright and blissful. ‘Shh, don’t worry about coming up just yet. We have so much more time before we have to even think about that.’ He promised, soothing him with a kiss. He knew he’d have to be careful with that; that he guided him out of this space slowly so as not to upset him or cause him to drop. He wanted this to seem as effortless as possible. He slid his hand up over his chest and teased a nipple, circling his finger round and over it. ‘I can’t stop touching you.’ He grinned. ‘You’re just so perfect.’ His own head felt just a little floaty; he’d only felt like that once before and it had been during his scene with Mav for scene week. He’d never felt so completely in control. It was an intoxicating feeling.
Caleb nodded and laid his head down on Eric's shoulder. If Eric said he didn't need to think about anything yet, then that must be right. He didn’t actually want to think about anything, because somewhere in the back of his head he knew that thinking would mean going back to a place where things weren’t so simple and perfect and peaceful. He smiled at the way Eric was touching him, and lifted his head to kiss Eric’s cheek, right above the edge of his beard. “Master,” he murmured, like it was a prayer, a declaration of affection all on its own. He was content to just stay there, in the warm water, with his arms around Eric’s waist, until his master decided otherwise.
