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"You are still sure about this, mein liebchen?" Caleb looked down at his lover who currently was laid on his back, naked save for cushioned leather straps around his wrists, ankles, and waist. He'd been working on this for about a month, ever since Fjord had come to him saying he'd wanted to switch things up, be the one being manhandled once in a while. It hadn't worked out super well the first time. They'd still had a good time, and Fjord insisted it was great, but Caleb knew it wasn't really what he needed. Caleb could pretend to hold Fjord down, but they were both aware that he could easily break the hold if he wanted to.
So he set to work. Commissioning the cuffs with Fjord's measurements from a... specialty store so to speak, and then putting the spell on each of them himself, strong enough that it would be permanent for whenever Fjord felt the need again in the future.
"Yes, Caleb. I'm sure. I have my word, so do you. We'll be fine."
"And you are comfortable? No strain on your neck or back or anything? I can-"
"Caleb. I appreciate the concern, but you've asked me 10 times already. And in case you couldn't tell, I'm looking forward to being strained. I do things like this to you all the time and you trust me with it. I trust you too, okay? You've got this."
"You're right, you're right of course." Caleb sighed. "Okay, ready to begin?"
"Absolutely."
"Safeword?"
"Falchion. I'll use it if I need to. And if my mouth is full I'll use the ring of telepathy." Caleb nodded. He'd set the password for the spell to the same word. If Fjord needed to get out of it, he'd be able to immediately. Caleb leaned down to kiss Fjord quickly before pulling away.
"Good. In one minute the spell will reactivate. Be ready."
Caleb got up for a moment to make sure one more time that the door was locked and the oil was easily accessible before standing back at the edge of the bed. He counted down the final seconds and then, "Can you move?"
He watched as Fjord tensed and strained against the straps, exerting himself until he was panting and a vein was popping out of his forehead.
"Not even an inch. This is... wow." He panted. His cock which was half hard before was now starting to twitch and leak onto his stomach. Caleb reached down to Fjord's wrist to test the spell, and easily moved it around before laying it back above his head. Fjord watched in awe as he remained unable to move his arm while Caleb easily repositioned him. "Gods, I fucking love magic." He breathed.
Caleb chuckled. "We can absolutely never tell Essek that this is what I am using his Dunamancy teachings for. Now hush. You will not speak unless spoken to. All I want to hear are 'yes sir,' 'no sir,' and all of the beautiful little noises that I force out of you." He said, switching to a more severe voice at the end. Fjord gulped and nodded.
Caleb paused for a moment, then started to position Fjord how he wanted. He turned him over and pulled him so his hips were back and his knees were under his chest, his hands pulled underneath him. His face hung over the edge of the bed, so all he could see was Caleb's crotch and below. Caleb reached down to run his fingers through Fjord's hair, then pull his cock out of his pants, presenting it in front of Fjord's face.
"I am going to use your mouth now. And you will stay still and take it. Not that you have much choice, do you?"
"No sir." Fjord opened his mouth and waited. Caleb started by moving the head of his cock around Fjord's lips, leaving a trail of precum along them that he longed to taste. Suddenly he thrust in hard, all the way to the root. Fjord gagged only for a moment before calming himself and let himself be used. He desperately wanted to touch himself but once again found his struggles pointless. He couldn't even thrust his hips forward for some friction, stuck prostrate where Caleb put him. Caleb kept thrusting in and out and eventually stopped with the head lodged in his throat and stayed there. Occasionally it would twitch, the head pressing up against his palate and back down. Fjord could still breathe, but he needed to really focus on not gagging. He stayed there for who knows how long until Caleb pulled out, finally letting Fjord relax as much as he could within his restraints. He knelt down and pulled Fjord's head up to look into his eyes.
"You are doing well, liebchen. How are you feeling? You have permission to speak freely for now."
"Throat's a little sore from the beating it just took, sir." Fjord replied hoarsely. "Otherwise, all is well."
"Do you need water?"
"No, sir."
Caleb took a deep breath, glad this seemed to be going well and he wasn't somehow messing it up. "Good. Now back to silence."
Caleb dragged Fjord off the bed and repositioned him so that he was suspended in midair, standing on the bed to get the positioning of his arms just right, pulling them out and back so Fjord would just start to feel a burn at his shoulders and biceps. He moved onto his legs, spreading them out to the sides until Fjord's breath hitched due to the pain in his inner thighs, and pulling his hips out forward so his hard cock jutted into the air, long and thick as ever. Caleb took a few steps back to admire his handiwork. His eyes roamed over Fjord's body suspended half a foot off the ground: his muscles straining against the restraints, his face contorted slightly in pain trying to hold back whimpers, and his trembling, dripping cock standing tall and proud.
"Beautiful."
He walked forward to caress along Fjord's chest and shoulders. "What a gorgeous display this is. Perhaps I could leave you like this, like a decoration. You'd look so lovely in that corner over there, don't you think?" Fjord moaned as Caleb's hands roamed down to his stomach and hips, pointedly ignoring his cock, only barely grazing the base with his thumb then lightly flicking at the head. Fjord gasped at the sensation.
"So desperate for the smallest touch, aren't you? I suppose you deserve it for being so good."
Caleb grabbed some oil and wrapped one hand around Fjord's cock, slicking it up as much as he could. Fjord tried to thrust forward but was kept in place by the strap around his waist. It was torture as Caleb squeezed slowly from base to head, then scratched gently at the head with his fingers.
"Ah! I-"
"Shhh it's okay. I'm going to give you what you need."
Caleb repositioned Fjord's legs so they stuck out straight forward in the air and climbed on top. He shuffled forward until Fjord's cock was slotted along the curve of his ass.
"I am going to ride you. And I am going to take what I want from you. You are not to orgasm until I am done. If you do, I will leave you here all night until I am ready to use you again in the morning. Do you understand?"
Fjord nodded frantically. "Yes! Yes sir."
Caleb raised himself up using Fjord's shoulder for support and reached down to line everything up properly. He slowly lowered himself down onto Fjord's length. He could have gone faster, he'd prepared himself very thoroughly beforehand since he'd planned this exact moment. But he wanted Fjord to feel everything, wanted him to struggle not to come as Caleb took inch after inch at a glacial pace, occasionally clenching or rocking to mix up the sensations. Eventually he was fully seated with a moan and leaned forward to whisper into Fjord's ear.
"Mmm, such a magnificent cock you have mein liebchen. I hope your stamina is as impressive. I plan to take my time with you."
Caleb sat there for a while, just rocking back and forth and feeling Fjord twitch inside of him, just barely rubbing against that sweet spot. He was shaking, Caleb noticed. Probably both from supporting some of Caleb's weight against gravity and from the effort of holding himself back.
Caleb brought himself up until only the head of Fjord's cock was inside then slammed back down, punching a deep choked groan out of him. He repeated the motions again, and again, and again, changing the pace each time to keep Fjord on his toes, sometimes leaning forward to clamp down on Fjord's neck or tug his nipples between his teeth. After a little over half an hour he was closer to coming himself than he'd care to admit. He'd wanted to drag this out for longer, but Fjord's cock was big enough that it was frankly hard to miss his prostate and he was feeling the pressure building in his stomach. Looking at Fjord he saw there were tears in his eyes and he was breathing like he'd been punched in the stomach every time Caleb lowered himself down again. He decided it was a good enough time to let go. He reached down to stroke himself and before he'd even finished the third stroke he was painting Fjord's green skin white.
"Sir. You... Can I? Please?" Fjord struggled to form sentences but Caleb got the meaning.
"You did just as I asked, you're free now. Whenever you feel like it. Fill me with your cum, liebchen."
Soon enough Fjord was doing just that with a silent scream, coming deep inside Caleb's ass followed by a sob as he continued to milk Fjord's cock with gusto until he softened enough to fall out.
Caleb climbed off and fixed Fjord's limbs so his arms were no longer contorted and his feet were on the floor.
"Do you wish to be on the bed or standing here when I deactivate them my love?" Caleb asked softly.
Fjord looked at him with eyes still slightly glazed over with tears.
"Bed." He said hoarsely. "Don't trust my legs to work right now."
Caleb laid him out on the bed and then, "Falchion."
The spell on the straps deactivated with a whine and Caleb set to work untying them and dropping them on the side table where he also grabbed some water and a rag that he'd set aside before they started. He took a sip before pouring some into the rag and handing the rest to Fjord, then set to work cleaning them both up. When Fjord's chest was clear and Caleb was no longer leaking cum, he snuggled up next to Fjord and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"How do you feel?" He asked.
"Incredible." Fjord sighed. "Thank you. For doing this for me. I know it wasn't a small feat and it isn't usually what you like."
"Anything for you. And believe me, I still enjoyed it as well." Caleb grinned.
"Love you."
"Ich liebe dich."
Caleb wrapped himself around Fjord who was laying on his back and slowly stroked fingers through his hair. Soon enough they were both sleeping soundly through the night.