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Broken In (LustfulSins & obieblu)

Kyle stood framed in the bedroom doorway for a long moment before proceeding in. He followed his owners eyes to the selections of deviant paraphernalia and quickly figured out what was expected of him. He restrained his sigh, but his head hung just a fraction of an inch as he walked across the soft carpet to get a closer look at the selection. The jock avoided anything that looked like it got inserted anywhere. Cuffs.. they'd already played with those, and he anticipated Ryu would be displeased if he repeated themselves. Likewise, the blindfolds had already beend one, despite how non-invasive they were.

Finally, Kyle's spinning thoughts and threat analysis settled on something they hadn't used. He took a leather gag off a hook and held it up questioning for Ryu's approval. There was no use of it on his backside, and it would keep dicks out of his mouth as equally as preventing him from speaking.
 
Ryu almost laughs when he sees the relatively innocent selection Kyle makes. It's almost cute how hard the man is trying to avoid his new purpose. But he refrains from laughing and beckons Kyle over to the bed, pushing himself up to sit against the headboard. He sets his book on the bedside table, next to a pump bottle of lube.

"You're certain that's the one you want?" Ryu speaks calm as ever, tugging Kyle to straddle his lap. Plans are already forming in Ryu's head, but he's not about to speak them out loud. His hands slide under Kyle's shirt, lifting it up, over his head. Only to pull it down behind his back with it still on his arms. This stretches the material tight across his back and traps Kyle's biceps against his sides.

The leather gag Kyle has chosen is more of a strap with a thicker piece of leather to place in the mouth. For now, Ryu wraps it around his right hand. With Kyle in his lap the man is a bit taller than him, so Ryu buries his hands in Kyle's hair and pulls him down for a deep kiss, tongue invading Kyle's mouth to lick around.
 
As instructed, Kyle moved to the bed, climbing on, then swung one muscular thigh over Ryu's waist. As he settled half his weight on his master's lap, the new slave tried to sound confident while replying, "Yes," but it still came out in a low tone. He lifted the gag up, offering it to Ryu to with as he would. Then, realizing his master's intent, Kyle lowered his head for his shirt to be hooked over it.

Having the shirt stretched from arm to arm across his back practically made the jock look more muscular. While somewhat restricting the movement of his arms, Kyle's biceps strained against the tight material while his pecs flexed a bit to resist the shirt pulling his shoulders back. Below, his abs were relaxed, but still visible disappearing into his sporty shorts.

Kyle knew what Ryu taking a hold of his hair meant by now. There was no resistance as he lowered his head to meet his master's lips, nor any hesitation at opening his mouth for the kiss. As he expected what his master wanted, Kyle accepted the other's tongue submissively, responding to its stroking rather than pushing back into Ryu's mouth. All the while, his mind whirled at what mistake he could have made in selecting one of the more innocent toys in the collection. Or was the threat just Ryu playing on his anxiety?
 
Ryu kisses Kyle until the man is out of breath, smirking when he pulls back to lick his lips. The growing willingness to submit to his kisses is pleasing. At least that's one thing Kyle is quickly becoming accustomed to. Ryu unwraps the gag from around his hand, pressing the thick section into Ryu's mouth while he's trying to catch his breath. He ties the strap tightly behind the man's head, the gag putting light pressure at the corners of Kyle's mouth. It's enough to prevent Kyle from speaking, but not enough to muffle any sounds he might make.

Ryu's attention turns to tracing the lines of Kyle's body, and his mouth kisses at the man's chest. He had always admired those that could build muscle. His own body only ever made lean muscle, so he forever looked like he had a runner or swimmer's physique. Never stopped him from being the dominant one, though. Eventually, Ryu's mouth latches onto Kyle's right nipple, nibbling and sucking it to a hard bud. His hands slide down Ryu's back into the back of his pants to grasp his ass.
 
Kyle did get a little lost in the rhythm of the pull and push of Ryu's tongue and their combined breathing. He focused on the things that were bearable, even mostly ok, and when his master broke that off to progress further, the jock's mouth hung open for a moment longer. His dark eyes widened almost curiously as he watched the gag move closer, then slide into his mouth. Kyle froze, practically holding his breath as he felt it being fastened around his head. The slave young man had never been gagged before, so all of it was entirely new. He realized the pressure was going to continue with the way Ryu fastened it. The blunted bite at the corners of his mouth was another thing that was simply bearable.

The jock finally let his breath out through his nose when Ryu turned his attention back to his body. It was supposed to have been the key to his career, as an athletic trainer, and it still oddly was a pressing factor in how his life had played out. His chest was smooth and firm against the older man's lips. Every lift of every weight, every push against every machine, every step ran in his whole life was now for the pleasure and appreciation of his new owner. Kyle's shoulders and posture sagged, and it may have looked to someone else like he was relaxing into the caresses, but it was really a sense of defeat seeping through his sculpted body.

Kyle hadn't been craning his neck to watch Ryu's work, and the hard suction on his nipple caused him to inhale and straighten up again. The flat golden brown flesh hardened, wrinkled, and peaked between the other man's lips. Girls rarely paid his nipples much attention, and Kyle would be lying if he said it didn't feel good. He let his head roll back slightly, pushing his chest out, and changing his posture. His muscular asscheeks practically lifted into Ryu's hands.
 
Ryu is pleased with Kyle's reaction to the attention on his nipple. He smirks against the man's chest, teeth tugging lightly at the hard bud. His mouth kisses across Kyle's chest to his other nipple, giving it the same attention and looking for a similar, if not better, reaction. Ryu hums, murmuring against Kyle's skin. "Someone's got sensitive nipples."

While Ryu's mouth toys with Kyle's nipples, his hands knead the man's ass. Palms sliding across smooth skin, fingers squeezing muscled flesh. At one point, he strokes his right fingers between Kyle's cheeks. With the man gagged, trapped by his shirt, Ryu is ready to teach Kyle something new.

Ryu briefly turns his head to the side, right hand reaching out to the pump bottle on the bedside table. Clear gel, lube, is pumped onto his fingers. Ryu wraps his left arm securely around Kyle's waist, even pulling him closer on his lap. His right hand grasps Kyle's ass, fingers rubbing the lube between his cheeks and against his hole. "Relax, Kyle."
 
Kyle made an odd inhaling sound when he felt the hard teeth first clamp down, then pull at the tiny peak of his hardened nipple. Just this, it was the most stimulating he'd found his new master's attention since arriving. As Ryu kissed across the curve of one pec, down into the groove between, then up across the other, Kyle actually found himself anticipating the same treatment to his left nipple. The suck and the nibble got the same response as the before. The flat sensitive flesh tightened up against Ryu's lips, seeming to offer the hard nub for his teeth. Ryu's declaration seemed to be a mix of friendly banter and making a point, but all Kyle could do was 'nnh' against his gag. Though, his eyes didn't seem displeased with the goings on. His torso was pitched so far forward that he wanted to out to brace himself with his hands against the headboard, but it would have been a painful pose with the tight shirt already stretched around his arms.

Without thinking, Kyle put his hands against his master's forearms. He knew better than to move them away, so there was little pressure, but the direction of Ryu's attention had just shifted in a disquieting way. The smooth muscular globes of Kyle's backside tensed under their owner's fingers, and his whole body started to stiffen back up. Kyle watched in dread as Ryu slickened up his fingers, knowing exactly what he planned. One hand shot out to now brace himself against the headboard, no matter how uncomfortable the stretched shirt was. Though, Ryu's strong arm held his firm waist tight, and Kyle still resisted the urge to really try and get away.

Ryu's finger between his cheeks was like an electric shock. "NNNH!" was the only noise the jock could make, as he jock lifted his hips, sitting up off Ryu's lap, and his glutes squeezed tightly together, trapping Ryu's finger like a smooth silky vice. Kyle's taught, untouched pucker that he found also tightened so much it gave the impression that nothing could possibly ever penetrate it.
 
Ryu sighs when Kyle reacts negatively. He doesn't pull his hand away though, if anything, he persists. However, with Kyle rising up off his lap as much as he has, Ryu can no longer distract him with attention to his chest. "Kyle, you need to relax or it's going to hurt. I didn't want to make this a negative experience, but I will if I must. I am not changing my intentions for you just because you're resistant. This is going to happen."

Ryu sits quietly for a minute to allow Kyle to make his decision. Whether or not he relaxes, Ryu presses one finger slowly into the man's body. If Kyle relaxes, its more of a discomfort than it is painful. Ryu works his long finger deeper, fingertip skimming and rubbing the man's inner walls in search of his prostate. He would likely know immediately when he finds it, as Kyle's reaction to pressure on that little bundle of nerves would certainly be very different.
 
The actual mechanics allowing something into his backside was unfamiliar, and his master's firm words weren't reassuring. Kyle's tense, muscular body was poised above Ryu with an expression of discomfort, though not much had even happened, yet. "Serry.. jus.." the new slave tried to reply, not even sure what sort of counter argument to make, but the gag prevented him from articulating much, anyways. The muscles of his jaw stood out as tightly as his pucker felt at the other end.

Ryu's finger made the decision for Kyle. There was enough lube to let it slide mostly unhindered between the smooth globes of Kyle's ass. When it started to press in, Kyle's dark warm eyes opened wide, looking down at his master in surprise at the intense penetrating sensation. The jock tried to push back against the finger instinctively, not knowing it would only open up the tight ring of his entrance to more probing. Behind that firm circular barrier, Kyle's inner channel was even smoother than the cleft outside. While Ryu's slick finger was treated to a soft, silky embrace inside Kyle's body, Kyle felt the stretching burn of his first penetration. Ryu's finger felt twice as big as it looked. He maintained his look of shock even as he locked eyes with the man attached to that finger. His forehead wrinkled in a silent expression of pleading, though his owner had made his intentions explicitly clear. After some more facial twitches, Kyle figured out to clamp back down on the exploring digit instead of trying to push it out. All he really accomplished was showing his master just how tight his unused ass would be when Ryu really made use of it.
 
When Kyle pushes back against his finger and it slides in, Ryu tightens his arm around the man's waist. His head is tilted back to watch the changes in Kyle's expression, his own a soft blankness. That finger presses forward against the clamping of Kyle's muscles rubbing against the man's inner walls. "Kyle, relax your body. I know its uncomfortable right now, but you're only making it worse for yourself. Relax."

Ryu is aware at this point that trying to distract Kyle by giving his nipples attention again would be futile. So he just watches the man's face as his finger moves inside him. Rubbing at Kyle's inner walls, curling slightly, searching. Searching for that little bundle of nerves that, when stimulated, would send little bolts of electric pleasure through Kyle's body.
 
Kyle's rational mind was in conflict with his fight-or-flight mechanism. Even the sting of one finger was enough to try to lift his pelvis away, even as he didn't want to upset his master, believing that it could definitely be worse. He reached over Ryu's head to brace his hands against the headboard and found himself arched over the other man with his sternum close to his owner's face. Ryu's strong arm held him in place, not letting him rise too far away while his other hand insisted on probing and stroking his inner walls. It was almost intimate the way their bodies were arranged against each other.

The half-erection Kyle had gotten from Ryu playing with his nipples ceased to rise more but neither did it wane. While the soft outer skin of his entrance burned with the stretch of Ryu's finger, the stroking of his warm tight passage didn't feel all that bad. Almost good in an.. odd way. It balanced out for the most part. The pressure on his insides seemed to have the effect of keeping him half-hard in his shorts. Not that Kyle was thinking about that. He was mostly just trying to not squirm so much as to piss Ryu off. The other man's eyes had his own captured while his face twitched and squirmed in a mirror of how his glutes and outer sphincter were below. Somewhere in his mind, Kyle had studied anatomy and knew that every man had a prostate, regardless of whether or not he enjoyed it. It didn't cross his mind until Ryu found it. His master's probing fingertip provoked a intense, positive sensation that caught Kyle off guard and made him snort out his breath as he wasn't able to exhale through his mouth. His dark eyes fluttered as he processed the new stimulation. His hole still burned, but Ryu's work inside had taken a more pleasurable turn with a simple crook of his finger.
 
That single huffed breath is all Ryu needs to know he found his target. So he settles in, fingertip pressing and rubbing, practically massaging, Kyle's prostate. For a virgin, that little bundle of nerves makes all the difference. "There." Ryu murmurs against Kyle's chest, taking his eyes off his face to press a kiss to his skin.

Ryu expertly works at Kyle's prostate, paying close attention to his breaths. Those, and any other sounds the man makes, are all Ryu have to identify how Kyle is doing. He murmurs soft praises, small encouragements, to get Kyle to relax.
 
Kyle would never have imagined that another man could force him to get hard. Especially with a finger in his ass. But Ryu proved him wrong with his expert finger. The pressure and manipulation of his yet-untouched pleasure center practically forced blood into his shaft, and as the burning stretch of his hole gradually subsided, so did his cock grow to its full length, tenting out the front of his shorts and pressing against Ryu's stomach. Kyle wouldn't have known what to say, even if he could reply. It was so new, and he hated that he didn't hate it.

The jock's thighs slowly relaxed, and his pelvis lowered, unintentionally sliding his tight hole down slightly further onto his owner's finger. The digit didn't get that much thicker, and the slight pain was tolerable, as the prostate massage was more pleasurable than the intrusion, at this point. Kyle's breathing also slowed and deepened as his whole body responded positively to Ryu's expert probing. Though, from the tightness of Kyle's slick inner walls, it would take some doing to get anything larger inside. Kyle broke eye contact with his master, closing his dark eyes and letting his head loll to the side, trying to focus his being on each wave of pleasure that each push of Ryu's fingertip forced through him, and trying to ignore the minor discomfort... and a man's face watching him..
 
Ryu is greatly pleased to see Kyle responding so positively now. This would make for a good first session. His tightness isn't a worry; with practice would come muscle memory for Kyle to take more. For tonight, though, the goal is to get two fingers into the man, and to get him climaxing from this stimulation.

Ryu closes his lips over Kyle's left nipple again, suckling, teeth scraping. The man had responded well to that, so in addition to massaging his prostate, Ryu intends to drive him further into pleasure. Now begins a game; every time Kyle's muscles begin to shake from pleasure, Ryu decreases the stimulation until the man calms. Then he increases it again, in a rise and fall, never allowing Kyle to get close enough to climax. Not yet. Not until Kyle starts to give in, releases his tension and Ryu hears the sweet moans he craves.
 
Kyle was moving a little on his own, at this point. There was a pressure building behind his balls, and Ryu's finger was causing it. It was a pressure he wanted released. In the back of Kyle's mind, there was still the niggling fact that he no longer legally owned his body. This other man did, and his ownership extended inside the jock's sculpted form. Where Ryu's finger was probing was his property. Kyle knew he should just accept this, and with the pleasure that finger was producing, it was a little easier to accept it in this moment.

The brown nub of Kyle's nipple hardened even tighter between Ryu's teeth, and he let out a small moan which reverberated through the man's lips. It hadn't taken long for his new master to figure out that he had sensitive nipples. Girls didn't spend too much time there. Perhaps it was fortunate for him that a man would. Kyle rode Ryu's hips and finger like that for a while. His muscular body arched over his master, allowing him convenient access to his chest and nipples as he desired. His clothed erection continued to rub against Ryu's stomach, further fanning the flames of his orgasm. Which was denied him repeatedly. Kyle's body was obvious in its responses, tensing as Ryu would bring him close by massaging the hard ball of nerves inside him, then he'd let out a frustrated sigh when Ryu would slow and back off. There was no specific thought on Kyle's part, but eventually his hole just relaxed, accepting the firm digit as a welcome presence. Finally, the the build up didn't stop, and Kyle was able to ride that finger and grind against Ryu to completion. He moaned deeply after being stimulated and teased for so long as his inner walls fluttered, tensed, then surrendered around Ryu's finger as he filled the front of his shorts with a significant build-up of cum. It leaked through a bit forming wetness against Ryu's stomach.
 
Ryu is certainly impressed that Kyle lasts as long as he does. But when he finally gives in, and Ryu can freely sink his finger into the man, he smirks against Kyle's chest. And with Kyle's orgasm comes murmured praises, kisses trailed up to the man's jaw. Ryu continues to stimulate Kyle's prostate for another couple of minutes, dragging out the aftershocks of the powerful orgasm. Eventually, he removes his finger from Kyle's body, letting the man relax. His hands free Kyle from the shirt, and the remainder of his clothing. He also removes the gag, setting it aside.

However, Ryu is still hard. So his arms wrap back around Kyle, keeping him close. Ryu's hands grasp Kyle's now bare ass, encouraging him to roll his hips and grind down on the clothed cock beneath him. "Come on, pet,. I made you feel good, now return the favour. I won't make you truly ride me yet, if you can do well. Show me you can be good." Ryu pushes his hips up against Kyle's ass, the bulge in his pants sliding between Kyle's cheeks.
 
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