A Night at Trained Strangers Ch. 02

"Hush," Caelan demanded, "I'm going to fuck you, just keep your mouth shut and listen. Got it?" Micah nodded his head as much as Caelan's hand allowed, making Caelan nod. "I want you to be nice and loud. Everyone in this room, no in this club, should know that out of everyone who's fucked you tonight, I fucked you the best." Micah moaned breathlessly, nodding his head desperately. "Good slut... and if you try to stifle any noise at all, I will stop, pull out, and we'll discuss this same thing again." Micah nodded, arching his back more as he felt Caelan pushing back inside of him, a low moan leaving his mouth.

"Fuuck," Micah gasped, his eyes rolling back as Caelan thrusted his hips a couple of times, almost as though he was testing the waters, before using the grip in Micah's hair to yank him up. Micah let out another gasp as Caelan yanked his head back and he pressed his chest against Micah's back, his full weight on his knees and resting in Caelan's grasp on his hair.

"Ah-Ahhhhh!" Micah choked out, an exaggerated moan of sorts, breaking off midway through and turning into a wail instead. "M-Master, Masterrr, f-feels..." Micah could barely think to speak, but he wanted to work his tongue, to tell Caelan how fucking true his statement was. He wasn't even done with him yet and he was already liquid in his arms, desperate for the feeling of Caelan's cum inside of him.

"Feels what, hm? Tell Master how it feels, Slut," Caelan's fingers pulled his hair harder, his hips thrusting forward roughly, fucking him with calculated, decisive ferocity. Every movement of his body sent waves of pleasure over Micah that were strong enough to have leveled a whole city.

Caelan fucked him like he had something to prove like he was trying to fuck himself so deep into Micah's body that he'd never leave. Like he was trying to claim him from the inside out as if he could burrow himself inside of Micah and stay forever. It was charming, in a way, but also a bit delirium-inducing thanks to the pleasure that just wouldn't quit coming.

"S-Shooooo goood!" Micah wailed as Caelan sank his teeth down into Micah's shoulder roughly, tears cascading down his cheeks freely as the feeling of his blunt teeth scraping at his skin registered to his overstimulated body. "N-N... N... Need m-more," Micah managed to get out, Caelan's unwavering thrusts knocking his breath from his chest every single time he tried to speak. Well, every time he moved, really, but Micah only really noticed it when trying to use words.

His concentration was completely fucked at this point--all he could do is try his best to stay focused on what Caelan wanted so he could get what he wanted. He was clinging to clarity so hard, not wanting to let it slip completely away from him from fear of this ending. He didn't want to get too far gone, and Caelan stop things before he'd had what he really wanted. He was so close to the end now, that he couldn't let himself shatter yet. He'd shatter apart when Caelan filled him with cum--not before, maybe after, but most definitely not before.

"Such a good little slut," Caelan praised as he released his shoulder from the bite, "Taking my cock so well, just made to, hm?" Micah moaned in response, his head lulling as Caelan released his hair, his hand moving around to grip Micah's throat, holding him into place as he somehow managed to plunge into him harder, deeper.

"F-Fuck," Micah choked out, his eyes rolling back into his head as he reached his hands up to wrap around Caelan's wrist, clinging onto him desperately as pleasure coursed through him. "'M yours, yours, yes, Master," He had no idea what he was even on about, babbling so much, he just wanted to interact. The pleasure was so great that it made it hard to think clearly. He was reacting so much to Caelan, to his domination and his touch, and to the things he was saying.

"That's right, Pretty Baby," Caelan growled, "Even if I let my friends play with you, you're still my perfect little fuck-toy." Micah moaned, his head nodding as he tried to think, tried to respond. Every word out of Caelan's mouth was perfect as if he had seen within the deepest parts of his darkest fantasies, it was making it so much harder. It was way too easy to sink into the fantasy, to let the idea of Caelan owning him take root. He was slipping, slipping dangerously close, Caelan hadn't cum yet still.

"Y-Your f-fuck-toy," Micah gasped in response, "Yours, shh-shitt," Micah sobbed out as Caelan's other hand slid down, wrapping around his hypersensitive cock. Micah let out a loud wail that echoed back at him, his head too clouded with lust and pleasure to even notice the nine sets of eyes practically burning into his skin with searing intensity. All he could focus on was the moment, the feeling of Caelan's hand around his throat, and the pleasure and pain seeping through him.

"H-Hurts, hurts s-sho..." Micah sobbed. "D-Don't, not--don't touch there, fuuck I d-don't wanna cummmm yet," Micah couldn't help the delirious, half-incoherent pleas. He was babbling, a mess, "H-Hurts," Micah reiterated, his head swimming.

"Do you need to use your word?" Caelan asked, pausing his movements. It sent a shockwave through him that made him jump to attention immediately, the haze in his brain parting just enough for Micah to shake his head before he'd even continued his sentence.

"N-No, please, I-I don't need it," Micah promised, his brain fighting back the haze consuming him enough to provide the assurance Caelan needed. He could understand the worry, he was a sloppy mess at this point... but he wasn't done until Caelan's cum was inside of him. He was bound and goddamn determined to last at least until Caelan came. That was his goal. And, he was a stubborn mother fucker when he wanted to be. Caelan smirked down at him through amused, arousal-darkened eyes, his hand squeezing roughly around Micah's cock. It sent a wave of pain over Micah that made his brain fog back up almost immediately, his cock throbbing as pleasure seeped into his bloodstream.

"Well then shut the fuck up and take it like a good little cum dumpster," Micah full-out moaned in response to the words--not to respond to the words, but merely from them on their own. Micah wished he'd shut up, only because he was making it so fucking impossible to hold himself in control. He was dangerously close to an orgasm that was going to break everything apart and be the end. He could tell this orgasm was going to hit like a meteor--it'd be strong and devastating in its intensity. Micah wouldn't manage to hold himself back at this point, not if Caelan didn't cum really quick.

"Hurts zo," Micah whined, whimpering as he pushed himself forward into Caelan's hand despite the pinpricks of overstimulation washing through him. It didn't matter which way he pushed, forward, or backward, Caelan was touching him. It made him feel trapped, claimed. He was nothing, right now. Just a hole to fuck, a toy to play with... it was everything he'd dreamed it would be and more.

"You've been such a good little fuck-doll all night," Caelan tsked, "Don't ruin it by being an argumentative brat, baby, you know better." Micah let out a desperate moan as Caelan thrust his hips forward, his hand moving along the length of Micah's cock in time with his movements. Caelan was way too good at this, way too good at uttering the filthiest most degrading things to him right now, but it wasn't good. Not when it was bringing him closer and closer to orgasm with every word out of his mouth.

Micah should shut up, not because he was scared or anything, but because the more he pushed the more Caelan would push back too--and he was erring dangerously close to the edge already. He could lose it with just a simple push if it hit the right way, no amount of safeguarding would protect him from an unforeseen response. Micah should agree with him, to keep from risking it. He should.

He didn't.

"'M sorry--but 'is..." Micah broke off with a whimper as Caelan's hand squeezed around his cock, tighter, harder, making a choked noise leave his mouth. It hurt, oh it hurt so much, but beneath the pain, mixed into it, there was pleasure. So much pleasure he couldn't think. He was losing his sense, now he just wanted to push and push until his inevitable collapse and that wasn't good but oh did it feel amazing.

"You're sorry?" Caelan taunted, beginning to thrust his hips forward rougher as he led Micah forward with his chest. Micah let out a moan of agreement as he nodded his head, relishing in the squeezing of the grip around his throat as his face was pressed into the ottoman again. "Yet you keep arguing? I don't think you understand apologies, slutty baby. You're only supposed to apologize if you regret something." Micah whined and nodded again, his hands leaving Caelan's wrist to grasp at the cushion of the leather ottoman.

"I-I do," Micah gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as his body melted below Caelan as if he were butter on a warm skillet. He was sinking, way too deeply now. Just a few more pushes and Micah would be a goner for sure. "I-I do," Caelan just smirked, his hand falling off of Micah's throat.

This time, Micah fought the urge to react, his cock aching, and the feeling of Caelan's hand missing from his throat made his head swim. But he didn't let out the distressed noise that tried to bubble from his throat, he didn't let it show that it made his entire body clench up. He wanted to be good, every word out of Caelan's mouth felt like honey, a river of it leading him away in a slow, peaceful stream. Straight toward the orgasm that was impossibly close to bubbling over and spilling out.

"No, you don't--regret means you don't keep repeating the same bad behavior, Baby," The sickeningly sweet tone in Caelan's voice felt almost as sadistic as the harsher one he'd been using before, if not more so. It made him feel like he was being made fun of, it had a slightly condescending tone to it and it made him feel all warm and fuzzy. Caelan's thumbnail ran along the hyper-sensitive slit of Micah's cock, and Micah tensed, sobbing loudly as his head swam.

"P-Please n-noo--!" Micah cried, shaking his head as his hips pushed forward into Caelan's hand, his eyes rolling back into his skull so hard it hurt as Caelan replicated the movement again.

"What's the matter, Beautiful? Relaxxx..." Caelan sighed out teasingly, the pad of his thumb running along his slit as he pulled most of his cock out of him, leaving just the tip of it inside of him for a moment. Micah was on edge, his breath caught in his chest, anticipation flooding through him. He was just waiting, preparing himself for when Caelan finally pounded into him. "You're not going to cum. Good little sluts don't cum without permission. So you won't, right?" Micah let out a distressed moan, his head shaking as he gasped, choking down the pitiful whine he tried to let out.

"N-No, no--not without permission, Master," Micah gasped out as Caelan's hand squeezed around his cock, his thumb pressing firmly against Micah's slit, an urge for a vocal answer. Micah couldn't help but promise the somewhat impossible, his brain too fried to think about anything but making Caelan happy.

"Good boy," Caelan praised, his hips beginning to thrust forward with violent need, urgent but decisive movements as the head of his cock began brutally assaulting Micah's abused prostate. Every move felt so rough and deep, jostling his entire body as if he were weightless as if he were actually just a tiny little toy and not a person with feelings and emotions. He loved that, he loved how freeing it felt, but also, how goddamn amazing it felt to have everything taken away from him like this.

"F-Fuckkk," Micah whined, the sound shrill as his nails dug into the fabric of the ottoman, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt Caelan put his absolute everything into fucking him. He didn't have a moment to form a coherent thought, every jolting thrust of Caelan's hips was quick and relentless, his stamina seemingly limitless as he moved. It was so much, Micah couldn't, he couldn't even tell what noises were coming out of his mouth anymore, it was just so much and so good.

"That's it, surrender like the desperate little cum-slut you are," Caelan growled, the words hitting Micah's senses and knocking him straight down, his orgasm beginning to creep up and surround him. He wouldn't last long like this, even without permission, and he just, he just needed... holy fuck, he needed permission. He needed permission.

"Master, Master please, please," Micah began rambling, "Cum? Needa, needsa cum," he was just so close, too close to fight it off, he hoped, prayed to everything in the universe that he'd been good enough for Caelan to have mercy on him and just let him have it. He needed it.

"You wanna cum on my cock, Pretty Baby?" Micah moaned and nodded in response to Caelan's words, shuddering as Caelan's hands grip loosened the slightest bit around his cock, just enough to make his orgasm creep faster. Micah let out an urgent noise, his brain too clouded to say what was happening, but he had a feeling Caelan knew exactly what he'd done.

"P-Please," Micah pled, making Caelan growl as he pounded into him with impassioned ferocity, his thumb beginning to run along Micah's slit again. Micah let out a sob, his toes curling up as he shook, his entire being focused solely on the feeling of Caelan's cock pounding into his prostate and his hand as it squeezed and teased his cock.

"Go ahead, show everyone what you really are, Baby," Caelan growled as his hand fell from Micah's cock entirely, "A filthy fucking slut, a needy fuck-hole and eager cum-dump." Micah couldn't help it, he lost himself to his orgasm with a loud cry, his entire body shaking as he thrashed around beneath Caelan as Caelan's hips continued plunging forward into him, even as the waves of pleasure made everything fizzle away.

"F-Fuck, fuck, Master," Micah sobbed out, his face covered in tears, snot, cum, sweat, smeared makeup as he practically glitched out, his brain 404 error coding on him as he felt a wave of warmth and wetness flood into him. Micah choked out a relieved sob, his eyes rolling back as realization set in. He did it, took Caelan's cum. "T-Thank Thank you, Master," Micah managed to get out, his heart thudding against his ribcage as Caelan sank down on top of him, panting.

"Good boy," Caelan murmured into his ear, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of it, giving him a moment of close contact before pulling his cock out of him. Micah let out a whimper, his eyes pulling open as he struggled his way up onto his elbows to look back at Caelan, his bottom lip poking out. "Everyone, get outta here, go shower, and leave for the night--as discussed aftercare is mine tonight," Caelan said, his gaze moving over to Micah with a hint of a smirk pulling up the corners of his lips.

Realizing he wasn't leaving him, Micah let himself sink back down onto the ottoman with a tired moan, his body buzzing with stimulation still. He couldn't help the twitches and jolts that occasionally rocked his body, leaving him immobile as his mind wandered away from him. He was lost to the pleasure, to the freedom, the release.

His everything hurt, from his muscles to his throat, to his hole, he felt so deliciously fucked out. It was startling, in a way, the heaviness of his limbs and the emptiness of his brain. He was only half-aware of everyone talking as they walked out, saying bye to Caelan on the way. Micah was more than a little relieved that no one tried to interact with him on their way out, honestly, he was--he just wanted to interact with Caelan.

Micah couldn't really be sure how long he lay there, his breathing labored and his body buzzing with the aftermath of everything, it couldn't have been long really. He honestly might've dozed off after Caelan began rubbing soft circles on his lower back, Micah couldn't really tell. He was so floaty and out of it, he might as well have been.

"C'mere, Pretty Boy, time to go to your room," Caelan murmured, his voice startlingly close to Micah's ear. Micah's eyes blinked open, a little blurred around the edges as he sought for Caelan in the much less bright room. He found him right where he'd been when he had laid over beside him, a testament to both how deep Micah had initially been in subspace as well as how deep he still was.

"'M tired," Micah moaned as Caelan stood up off of the ottoman and reached down, lifting him up off of it as if he were weightless.

"Rest," Caelan instructed, leaning his head down to his shoulder. "I'll take care of everything else, you just rest for me, Sweet Stuff," Micah moaned in response, nodding his head as he nuzzled into Caelan's neck, letting his eyes slip shut again. He was far too fuzzy to argue, far too pliant to try to form an argument, and far too satiated to care about anything else. He just wanted to be close to someone, to be praised and babied and taken care of.

"Mmmkay," Micah murmured into his neck, his voice scratchy and hoarse. He was asleep again by the time Caelan made it to the door of the room, his entire body limp in Caelan's grasp.