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Humiliation is an odd thing to think about from this perspective. It sort of makes sense that he, as the strongest, would enjoy being on his hands and knees for the other strongest. It’s a wonder Suguru is even his boyfriend. They match each other so well, to the point where they could easily outshine one another.
But Satoru does his part. He can go anywhere and be praised for doing the bare minimum, but with Suguru… He has to work for it.
‘Training’ is a loose term for them. Suguru has been training him for months, in all different kinds of things. Kinks and fetishes grew into specifics and Satoru’s brain chemistry seems to have changed too. Three cages down and he’s so close to the flat cage that he desperately wants to unlock himself and force it all down. He thinks he could, just to get a loving kiss from Suguru and a lick of praise.
For now, he sits beneath the table in his new pink cage. There’s a dildo behind him, all eight inches and it rests against his ass, up the dip of his spine. When Suguru sits down, Satoru will lower himself onto it, his ass already prepped from riding the dildo just minutes before. He’ll suck Suguru’s cock, take it all the way down his throat and finally, he’ll come in his cage without any stimulation aside from his ass and his mouth.
This is exactly what Suguru has been training him for. Satoru is to cum from his ass only, his cock rendered useless. He’s never fucked Suguru before and he never will. He’s always been a pillow princess and now, it’s been solidified. His big cock is a lot smaller now, dressed up pretty in his little baby pink cage.
The chair pulls out, scraping along the floor. Satoru licks his lips in anticipation, running his teeth over his bottom lip. He raises his ass, lining the dildo up with his hole and the head easily slips inside. He hides his gasp, attempting to keep quiet as he waits, his ass raised.
Suguru sits down in front of Satoru, pulling his chair in. His pants are already undone, but Satoru will have to pull his cock from his underwear to properly get to it. He does just that, pleased to hear Suguru’s soft hum. He drips his own spit onto his hands and fists Suguru’s cock, quick to work it into full hardness.
He lifts himself, letting the slide of the dildo work on his skin. He lets out a weak mewl, mouthing at the head of Suguru’s cock before he wraps his lips around him, suckling at the head. Suguru’s cock pulses in his mouth, throbbing against the heat of Satoru. It's been a while since he’s sucked Suguru’s cock and it’s stupid to think that he’s missed it but the weight of it, the curve of it, everything about it makes him quake with relief. Like how he feels when he shakes from a sugar crash, the only thing that could fix him is right in front of him. This time, it’s Suguru’s cock.
He hums around the cock, reaching back to line the dildo up with his hole again. The length of it slips in his hand but he focuses and lowers himself down onto the toy, moaning around Suguru’s cock as he bottoms out. It’s long enough to sit against his prostate and Satoru takes it down to the hilt, just like he does with Suguru’s cock.
His boyfriend’s hand slips into his hair, petting him softly. Satoru’s eyes roll up, filled from both ends as his own cock twitches and throbs in his pretty pink cage. He must be a sight to behold, completely naked with his cock locked away, the owner of it right above him. He can hear a laptop clicking away which makes the atmosphere all the more tense. He wants to do good, to distract Suguru from whatever work he’s doing. He wants to cum handsfree, finally acheiving what he so desperately wants.
Satoru doesn’t let up on Suguru’s cock or the dildo. He fucks himself on both, spit drooling out the sides of his mouth as he slurps around Suguru’s cock. It’s wet and sloppy and his throat pulses around the head when it’s forced into the back of his throat. He never had much of a gag reflex, thankfully. The dildo only serves to make him moan, eliciting a harsh groan from Suguru above.
Satoru can feel his orgasm building. He imagines what he must look like, so desperate for cock and cum. He wants to be slapped around by Suguru, told what to do. He gives up control to Suguru so easily, the only person he could ever submit to. Satoru craves it. He likes to please.
The dildo fucking into him matches the wet sounds of his mouth around Suguru’s cock. It’s hot and heavy, his breaths sharp through his nose as he fucks himself. The dildo squelches inside him, not unlike the sounds of skin on skin as his ass slams down on it, only to pull up when Satoru throat fucks himself on Suguru’s cock.
The hand grips his hair and Satoru is suddenly stuck. The dildo slams against his prostate when he’s forced back, Suguru’s chair scraping against the floor when he shifts forward. Satoru chokes on his own spit from the sensation, his eyes rolling up as Suguru fucks his mouth and throat, the dildo making Satoru’s stomach jump and clench as his cock twitches and cums .
Satoru’s whine is high pitched. It’s more of a gurgling scream but Suguru doesn’t let up, either. He fucks Satoru’s mouth until he’s cumming down his throat, forcing Satoru to swallow it down. Satoru shudders, gulping Suguru’s cum down as his heart hammers against his chest, his cock still leaking in his cage.
His legs won’t stop twitching. He feels hot all over, his senses heady and hazy. His boyfriend slowly pulls his cock out of Satoru’s mouth, letting it rest on the tip of his tongue. Satoru doesn’t resist licking at the head to clean it off, pressing his lips together to swallow before he opens his mouth again. Suguru feeds just the head of his cock into Satoru’s mouth, his hand stroking Satoru’s hair fondly.
Satoru twitches, his body jerking as he comes down from his high. It’s hard to with the dildo still against his prostate but he hardly cares. He lays his head against Suguru’s thigh, closing his eyes as the cock warms his throat. It’s long enough that Satoru struggles to swallow around it a little but he manages. He likes having things in his mouth; that dildo gag Suguru joked about buying is on its way since Satoru couldn’t resist.
“Did you cum?” Suguru asks, shifting his legs slightly to make Satoru more comfortable. He can only hum, igniting a shiver from Suguru that makes his chest warm. “From that? You came, Satoru?”
“Mm-hm,” he answers, clenching around the dildo for good measure. It feels good to have something inside him. He could do this for hours, if he was bored enough. Keeping Suguru’s cock warm would satisfy his own oral fixation and keep Suguru happy.
Suguru whistles a pleasant note. He’s impressed and that alone makes Satoru shudder. “Well done, angel. Now we know what you can do. I’m proud of you, baby.”
Satoru hums, pressing his tongue against Suguru’s cockhead in lieu of thanks. He settles in for a little while, his ass still full of the dildo. He’ll need a bath, but he wouldn’t mind falling asleep with a plug in his ass and Suguru’s hands all over his chest.
For now, he’s rather proud of himself. There’s not a kink Suguru could throw at him that he won’t conquer. The perfect slut, just for Suguru.
Satoru adores it.