Lithopus

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Kaveh rolls his eyes, then grabs Alhaitham’s underwear and tugs them back up, admiring how the thong cut in the back shows off the generous curves of his ass. “Gods, Alhaitham. Since when do you have an ass this nice?”

“It’s the same ass I’ve always had.”

“Materially, yes—but I know you weren’t built like this back when we were students.”

“How frequently were you examining my ass back then?”

Kaveh’s face heats. “W-well, I—I certainly didn’t make a habit of it, but I would have noticed if it was…” He grips Alhaitham’s rear with both hands and squeezes, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh. “This.”

“So you wouln’t have fucked my ass back then?”

“Wh—I didn’t say that!”

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Alhaitham reaches toward his nightstand and slides open the top drawer, revealing an array of different condom sizes.

Kaveh arches his eyebrows. “That’s quite the variety, Alhaitham. How many dicks do you think I have, exactly?”

“I didn’t know your dick size.”

Fishing through the drawer, Kaveh spies a few impressively large condoms amongst the pile. “Wishful thinking?” he asks, holding up one of them.

Alhaitham shrugs. “I wanted to be prepared for any possibility.”

“Statistically unlikely,” Kaveh says, tossing the condom onto the nightstand, “although I suppose that’s why you only bought a few of these.” He locates a condom that’s appropriately sized for himself and hands it to Alhaitham. “And if you really prepared for every possibility, I’ll assume that means you have some monstrously large dildo stashed away somewhere, because you don’t take a dick that large on your first try.”

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“Do you like being praised?” Kaveh asks, genuinely. “Or does it just make you feel awkward?”

Alhaitham’s eyes dart back to Kaveh’s face. “I don’t mind it.”

Kaveh sighs. “That’s not exactly an encouraging response. I’m asking because if you don’t like it, then I won’t do it.”

This time, Alhaitham is quiet for several moments before replying. “I believe I might like it,” he says. “And if it’s something you want to do, you shouldn’t censor yourself.”

It’s still not the most promising answer, but Kaveh can work with that. He’ll just need to play it by ear.

“You’re so handsome.” Kaveh climbs on top of Alhaitham and leans down to kiss his jaw. “Paying attention to aesthetics, all for your senior’s sake. Such a nice thing to do for me.” He huffs. “Of course, you’ve done some rude things, too, recently, but…” He moves his hand to gently stroke Alhaitham’s cock. “I can forgive those, since you’re being so good now.”

A quiet moan hums in Alhaitham’s throat.

Wait—was that because of the praise, or because his dick was being touched? Ugh, Kaveh shouldn’t have multitasked! He introduced too many variables!

Kaveh moves his hands to grip Alhaitham’s waist, then presses a soft kiss to his lips. “You’re being so good for me, Alhaitham,” he murmurs, “making our first time so nice—my thoughtful junior—”

Alhaitham gasps, and his voice whines with an unmistakable moan.

“Sleeping on a couch would be unnecessary, when we have a spare bed.”

“Hmph. Well, maybe Mehrak and I will make that extra bed mysteriously disappear, like that trick you pulled with the coffee table last month.”

Urgh. That. Alhaitham may have slightly miscalculated with that trick, because after they had sex, Kaveh then exploited Alhaitham’s post-coital pliancy and coaxed him into agreeing to replace that table with an aesthetically superior one. Now the two of them are just waiting for the carpenter they commissioned to finish crafting that entirely unnecessary purchase.

“The thing I bought is something we’ve previously discussed,” Alhaitham says.

“Well, that’s somewhat reassuring,” Kaveh says. “But did we discuss it in the context of me telling you to never buy such an atrocity, or was it a purchase that we were mutually interested in?”

Alhaitham snorts. Kaveh really is quite paranoid when it comes to Alhaitham’s surprise gifts and favors—not that Alhaitham can blame him. He does rather enjoy riling up his senior. “The latter, more or less. I hope it’s something you’ll like, but if you don’t, we can find a way to repurpose it.”

“Alright, that sounds promising.” Kaveh’s eyes flit to the box in Alhaitham’s hand, one of his legs bouncing up and down with restless energy. “Can I see it, then?”

“Sure, if you say please.”

“Wha—why do I have to say ‘please’ for a gift you got me?!”

“Because you want me to walk across the room to give it to you, when you could get up from your seat and come over here to get it.”

“Ugh!” Kaveh springs to his feet and stomps over to the doorway of the study. “Fine,” he says, sharply presenting a hand. “Give it here.”

Alhaitham presses the box onto Kaveh’s palm, holding back a smirk. Some people might feel bad for riling up their partner before giving them a present—but, well, Alhaitham finds it incredibly amusing.

Kaveh delicately removes the lid of the box, and his eyes widen when he sees the contents. “You…” He looks up at Alhaitham, a surprised smile tugging at his lips. “Is this…?”

“I didn’t want to risk giving it to you in the middle of a scene. Hopefully this occasion isn’t too lackluster.”

Kaveh scoffs. “I’m not worried about that. And I agree—it’s better to gift something like this in a normal environment.”

He carefully lifts the item to regard it, and Alhaitham takes the box back so that Kaveh can examine the gift with both hands.

It’s a leather collar, which isn’t necessarily remarkable on its own—but two features distinguish this one from the existing collars in their collection of toys and accessories.

First, the leather is dyed pink. While Alhaitham originally planned to select a noisy, bright, obnoxious shade—the kind of blaring, insistent color that offends Kaveh’s eyes—he ultimately decided on a subtler, paler shade of pink, one that will look nice against Kaveh’s skin. As fun as it is to torment Kaveh, Alhaitham typically prefers seeing him in clothes that complement his features. If he’s going to decorate Kaveh like a doll, he’d rather not do a hideous job of it.

While outsiders wouldn’t understand why the collar’s color matters, both Alhaitham and Kaveh understand the significance. This pink collar specifically comes from a fantasy Kaveh had shared with Alhaitham last month, in which Alhaitham forcibly collared Kaveh and degraded him, taming him into a stupid, “slutty” toy.

They’ve already roleplayed the general concept of Kaveh being a stupid slut, reduced to a toy for Alhaitham’s cock—but until now, they hadn’t owned the collar that Kaveh envisioned (which, incidentally, was the nauseous shade of pink that Alhaitham had been considering). And although Kaveh has wanted to revisit that submissive headspace since then, lately he’s been too fixated on his never-ending workload to let himself indulge.

And as for the collar’s second feature…

“I also got a pendant that can be attached to it,” Alhaitham says. “We don’t have to use that if you aren’t comfortable with it, though.”

Kaveh pauses in his reverent inspection of the collar, fingers resting on the metal buckle. “Let’s see it.”

Alhaitham reaches into his pocket and produces a heart-shaped pendant, presenting it in his palm for Kaveh to read the engraved text, one word atop the other:

DUMB SLUT

“Oh,” Kaveh murmurs, his lips parted in awe. “Oh, my god.” He reaches out with a hand and runs his fingertip over the letters. “Wait, you—this looks like your handwriting. Did you engrave this, or…?”

Alhaitham’s face heats slightly. “I did, yes.” He hadn’t been sure if the extra effort was necessary, but he thought the personalization might make the gift more effective.

Kaveh curses quietly, his finger slowly tracing the S of SLUT.

“I had an idea for how we could use this collar,” Alhaitham says, “if you’re open to it.”

Kaveh’s bright eyes dart up to meet Alhaitham’s. “Extremely open. What’s the idea?”

“I was thinking we could do a roleplay involving mind control. Whenever you put on this collar, you instantly turn into an empty-headed slut for cock, and you’re stuck acting that way until the collar comes off.”

Ever since a few weeks ago, Alhaitham has admittedly had many, many fantasies about the sluttified version of his senior. He quite enjoys when Kaveh is dominant and sensual, of course—but there’s something to be said for seeing Kaveh’s ingenious mind go utterly empty, his eager mouth drooling and dumb, so desperate for Alhaitham’s cock that he’ll debase himself with all manner of filthy words and deeds. In that headspace, Kaveh finally stops constantly questioning whether he can let himself feel pleasure, and instead accepts everything Alhaitham gives him.

And Alhaitham enjoys helping Kaveh let go of his worries that way, for Kaveh’s benefit…but he also enjoys it for himself, too.

The problem, though, is that he isn’t sure if it’s selfish or intrusive of him to have his own ideas for that sort of roleplay. For instance, the other day, he imagined Kaveh nagging him about something or other—perhaps yet another piece of furniture that he considers to be unsightly—only for Alhaitham to pin him against the wall and slip that pink collar around his throat, cutting him off mid-tirade and transforming him into a dumb, drooling thing, whimpering and whining for its owner's cock.

But can that sort of fantasy be Alhaitham’s, too? He’s wary of imposing anything on Kaveh, when he knows how vulnerable submission can make him feel. He doesn’t want to accidentally take a safe fantasy away from Kaveh and turn it into something that isn’t his anymore.

“Mind control,” Kaveh repeats. “You mean, like…hypnosis?”

Oh.

Alhaitham had only meant pretend mind control. He knows that erotic hypnosis exists, obviously—he and Kaveh have come across mentions of it, a few times. But they’ve never attempted something like that themselves, and short of involving some third-party stranger in their sex life, Alhaitham doesn’t see a way for him and Kaveh to easily implement that activity.

“I was just thinking of a roleplay,” Alhaitham says. “I figured the pretense might help you slip into the headspace more easily, and it could also create some opportunities for us to act out coercive scenarios. But I’m open to exploring actual hypnosis, too, if you want. We’d need to do a lot of research, though, which would run counter to the idea of using this collar to make you stop overworking your brain.”

“Mm.” Kaveh nods. “Honestly, since I already felt like I was in some sort of trance when I was in that headspace, the roleplay on its own should suffice. And, I admit, I am intrigued by the idea of using hypnotic suggestions to facilitate that dynamic, so I don’t want to completely shelve that possibility…but like you said, involving actual mind control—or an approximation of it, anyway—would require us to invest much more time and effort. So, let’s just revisit that idea sometime in the future, maybe.”

And now Alhaitham’s thoughts are drifting toward that concept: the idea of intentionally, carefully guiding Kaveh into a submissive headspace, and training his mind to associate that collar with total obedience; watching his eyes become hazy with bliss as he becomes pliant and suggestible, ready to accept Alhaitham’s words and orders without hesitation…

“Can you put the collar on me?” Kaveh asks.

Alhaitham blinks, pulling himself away from that line of thought. “Right this moment? You want to try the roleplay now?”

“Yes. I mean, we’ve done this sort of thing before, haven’t we? I don’t think there’s much we need to discuss ahead of time. And I’ll safeword if I need to stop, obviously.” Kaveh hands the collar to Alhaitham and reaches back to lift his mane of hair from his neck, standing expectantly.

Alhaitham sets the box aside and attaches the pendant to the collar, then circles around Kaveh to stand behind him. “When I put this collar on you,” he says, “you’re going to be my stupid slut.”

Kaveh hums in agreement.

“You’ll be a mindless toy for me,” Alhaitham continues. It’s easy to find the right words, here, when he’s practically memorized the treatise on sluttiness that Kaveh wrote last time. “You’ll only exist to be fucked by my cock. Your desires won’t matter, because you’ll be nothing more than two holes for me to fill. You’ll serve as my stupid cocksleeve until I’m done playing with you.” He unclasps the collar. “My fuckdoll,” he murmurs in Kaveh’s ear, trailing the metal pendant down his bare nape. “My fucktoy. My empty-headed whore.”

A visible shiver goes through Kaveh. “Are you sure you didn’t already hypnotize me, last time? It feels like my brain just melted into mush.”

“Hm. Maybe you just secretly love my cock that much.”

Kaveh scoffs. “I like your cock plenty, but not enough to lose my mind.”

A small smile tugs at Alhaitham’s lips. “Will you still say that once you’re wearing this collar?” he asks. “Once you lose your ability to think, and your entire existence revolves around worshipping my cock?”

Kaveh sucks in a sharp breath, and Alhaitham feels a rush of confidence at that response. He suspects it will be all too easy to dominate Kaveh, now, with the collar involved.

“Relax,” Alhaitham says, lighting pressing down on Kaveh’s shoulders. He strokes Kaveh’s throat with a thumb. “Inhale deeply, then breathe out. Don’t anticipate—just feel the collar against your skin, and let it do its job.”

Alhaitham takes a brief moment to mentally prepare himself—although he suspects that nothing will really prepare him for the transformation that’s about to occur, if last time is anything to go by—and then he delicately loops the collar around Kaveh’s throat and fastens it.

“How does that feel?” Alhaitham asks, slipping a finger beneath the leather. “Not too tight?”

Kaveh shakes his head.

Alhaitham reaches around to press the heart-shaped pendant against Kaveh’s skin, feeling his throat jump with a swallow. “And what are you, now?”

“A dumb slut,” Kaveh answers.

He doesn’t move or say anything else for the next few moments, and Alhaitham wonders if he’s struggling to reach that headspace from before. Did Kaveh really mean it when he said that he’s a dumb slut, just now, or was he simply saying what he’s supposed to be? From the reserved tone of his voice, it sounds like he might not have managed to slip back into that role.

And that wouldn’t be too surprising—after all, when they did this before, Kaveh’s sense of submission had gradually mounted over the course of an entire weekend, culminating in one of the deepest headspaces he’s ever experienced. It makes sense that simply putting on a collar wouldn’t have the same effect.

Kaveh suddenly lets out a syrupy whine and throws his hips backwards, grinding against Alhaitham’s crotch. “Cock,” he simpers, “want your cock, please—stick your cock in me, use your stupid filthy slut—”

Oh. Never mind. Really, what does Kaveh even need hypnosis for, if he can slip under this easily? Apparently he just needed a few seconds for this headspace to kick in—as if he said the words out loud, heard his own voice, and then spoke his stupid sluttiness into existence.

It’s showtime.

Alhaitham slaps Kaveh’s ass, feeling his cock twitch when Kaveh lets out a delighted little yelp. “Clothes off,” he says. “You should only wear things I’ve given you.”

Kaveh eagerly strips off his clothes, fingers fumbling to remove everything as quickly as possible. He tosses the garments aside in a pile and then stands with his back to Alhaitham, showing off the tan skin of his lean thighs, plump ass, and toned back. The clips in his hair sit askew from his hasty disrobing, allowing untamed strands of gold to escape containment.

“That includes these,” Alhaitham says, plucking at one of the rogue hair clips. He carefully removes the remaining ones from Kaveh’s hair and tosses them onto his desk, then steps back to regard his subjugated senior. He’s quite the sight, naked in the middle of the study where he was just working a few minutes ago—but he looks too naked, with his hair covering the collar Alhaitham gave him. “Wait here—I’ll find something to tie back your hair. If any thoughts enter your head while I’m gone, open your mouth and drool them out.”

Alhaitham briefly ducks out of the room to retrieve a ribbon for Kaveh’s hair, and returns to find Kaveh with his mouth dumbly hanging open, a string of drool slipping down his chin.

“Good slut,” Alhaitham says, approaching him. He shoves two fingers in Kaveh’s mouth and starts thrusting, and Kaveh dutifully closes his lips around them, sucking with a blissed-out look in his eyes. “You’re nice and stupid now, aren’t you?” Kaveh hums agreeably. “Dumb fuckslut. Just a toy for me to fuck.”

He pulls his fingers out and moves behind Kaveh, quickly tying his hair back in a ponytail. Now the pink collar is perfectly visible, clearly displaying that Kaveh is owned.

Alhaitham fists the tail of hair and tugs firmly. “Bend over.”

Kaveh instantly complies, hands braced against his knees, round ass looming in Alhaitham’s vision.

SMACK!

Alhaitham’s palm connects with the fat of Kaveh’s ass, and it jiggles at the impact, begging to be disciplined more.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“You were sitting at that desk doing work,” Alhaitham says, over the sound of Kaveh’s subdued moans. “Why is that? Did you forget your place, already?”

“I—I’m sorry,” Kaveh says, followed by an ecstatic cry when Alhaitham’s hand whacks his rear again. “I forgot, I—I’m stupid, I’m a naughty slut—oh!”

He jerks at a particularly hard strike—and when Alhaitham slides his fingers down to feel Kaveh’s cock, he sees that there’s already precum gathering below the tip.

Tch. Predictable. Any amount of pain or pleasure will turn Kaveh on, when he’s like this. It’s almost impossible to make his dick go soft.

“You were trying to be smart again,” Alhaitham observes, massaging Kaveh’s flushed ass. “But you aren’t. You’re just a stupid pair of holes for me to fuck.”

He remembers a line from Kaveh’s essay, last time—your slut has a slutty mouth hole and a very slutty ass hole, with a coquettishly-drawn heart next to the words—and feels his trousers tighten, his cock hardening at an embarrassing speed. Alhaitham has always admired Kaveh’s eloquence and wit, of course, ever since they first met as students…but when Kaveh suddenly starts talking like an airheaded whore, it goes straight to Alhaitham’s dick.

It can’t be helped. Everyone has their kinks, and apparently watching a smart man turn stupid is one of Alhaitham’s.

“I am,” Kaveh says, “I’m a cocksleeve, a fucktoy, a—a stupid pet, a…”

Alhaitham roughly grabs Kaveh by his biceps and steers him over to the empty desk on the other side of the room. “Hands on the desk,” he orders, and Kaveh obeys, jutting his ass out like an invitation. “Do you see any work on my desk, here?”

“No,” Kaveh says. “I…I don’t think…?”

“Correct,” Alhaitham says. “There isn’t any work on this desk. And that’s right—you don’t think. You’re too stupid for that.”

Of course, that isn’t what Kaveh meant, when he said that second part—but that’s part of the fun, when he’s submitting like this. Alhaitham can play with his words and trip him into an even deeper submission, and Kaveh is too stupidly spaced-out to challenge him.

“This,” Alhaitham continues, indicating the desk with his hand, “is how much work you’re capable of doing. And it’s what the desk should look like when you’re using it: completely empty, just like your slutty head. You only need to use a desk when you’re being spanked or fucked on one—and the only time you should be in this room is when I’m using you as my toy.” He lightly smacks Kaveh’s ass. “Am I understood? If you see a desk with work on it, that isn’t for you. You’re too stupid for that sort of thing.”

“Stupid,” Kaveh repeats. “Yes, I—I’m a stupid slut, too stupid, I know.”

“Do you?” Alhaitham cracks his palm against Kaveh’s ass, hard, and a pained sound bursts from Kaveh’s lips. “You told me last time that you’d learned your place, and you promised that you wouldn’t pretend to be smart anymore. So why did I find you fully clothed, sitting at a desk full of work?”

“I’m stupid,” Kaveh whines, which is essentially the only way he’ll respond to anything Alhaitham says. “I’m a dumb slut, I forgot, I didn’t mean to—ah!” He flinches at the strike of Alhaitham’s palm, exhaling shakily as Alhaitham gently rubs the sore skin. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m a stupid sorry slut.”

“It’s alright,” Alhaitham says. He gives Kaveh’s ass a gentle pat. “I know that stupid sluts can’t help doing stupid things, so I forgive you for misbehaving. I do have to punish you, though. Ten strikes for going somewhere you shouldn’t have, and ten for forgetting your place. I’ll count for you, since you’re too stupid to do that on your own.”

“I can count!” Kaveh protests—and that piques Alhaitham’s interest. The last time they did this roleplay, Kaveh had abandoned all arithmetical inclinations once he slipped into this headspace, and would only respond to mathematics problems with stupid, slutty answers that had nothing to do with numbers.

“Hm. Is that so?”

“I—I can count my slutty holes,” Kaveh says. “There are two.”

“Oh? Well, I stand corrected. That’s quite impressive, for a stupid slut.” Alhaitham hopes the derision in his voice is clear—but sometimes he sounds condescending without meaning to be, so he isn’t entirely sure whether he can summon that tone on command. “Tell me, how many times would you need to count to two, for the twenty spanks you’re getting?”

Kaveh hesitates, idly swaying his ass back and forth. “Uh…”

Ha. Obviously the real Kaveh knows the answer—but a stupid slut wouldn’t, so Kaveh has to bite his tongue. “Alright, then,” Alhaitham says. “Since you’re so good at counting, you can count in twos. You’d better stop at twenty, though, or else I’ll just keep going.”

He’s already decided: If Kaveh miraculously stops right at twenty, then Alhaitham will lie and tell him that he’s wrong, just to give him a few more—and if Kaveh accidentally goes past twenty, well…Alhaitham will step in and stop him. Eventually.

“Bend over more, with your chest flat against the desk,” Alhaitham says. Kaveh does as he’s told, offering an even better view of his ass, and Alhaitham reaches between his legs to slap the inside of a thigh. “And spread your legs wider. Sluts don’t stand with their legs closed.”

“Yes, sir,” Kaveh mumbles, and Alhaitham’s cock stupidly twitches at that title. Sir—that’s another new one, from last time. And for someone who doesn’t care about rank or authority in his everyday life, Alhaitham is embarrassingly aroused by hearing Kaveh address him that way.

Kaveh spreads his legs farther apart, and Alhaitham takes a moment to admire the sight of his naked senior bent over the desk, plump reddened ass arched in the air for a spanking, a slutty pink collar encircling his throat. Then he softly rests a hand against Kaveh’s rear, smoothing his palm along the curve. “Why are you getting spanked, Kaveh?”

“Because I’m a stupid slut, sir,” Kaveh says, with his head lowered toward the desk.

That’s right. He is.

“Count,” Alhaitham orders.

He winds back his hand and cracks it against Kaveh’s ass, savoring the loud smack. “One,” Kaveh says, and Alhaitham strikes him again. “Two.” Another spank. “One.” Another. “Two…”

The back-and-forth continues, and Kaveh’s count soars all the way to thirty-two. Alhaitham finally halts and grabs Kaveh’s reddened rear with both hands, kneading the sore flesh. “Good slut,” he says, as Kaveh yelps and squirms at his touch. “That was nowhere close to twenty, but I don’t mind—I like seeing your ass red and sore. I almost wish I hadn’t stopped you, just to see how long you would have kept going.”

Kaveh whines quietly, and Alhaitham has to remind himself that the man bent over the desk isn’t actually a stupid, helpless pet—because Kaveh really does seem quite pitiful when he’s whimpering like this, the soft flesh of his ass inflamed by his inability to count to twenty.

It’s easy to dominate him, at times like this.

It’s also far too easy to coddle and spoil him—so Alhaitham will need to keep himself in check, if he’s going to properly play the part of a stupid slut’s owner.

He grabs Kaveh’s waist and flips him over, then hefts his ass up onto the desk so that he’s perched on the edge. “Sit here,” he says. “And spread your legs wider.”

Kaveh parts his legs, and Alhaitham can see his dick flushed and swollen between his thighs, jutting out from shortly trimmed hairs. Alhaitham reaches down and runs a finger from the underside to the tip, feeling the slickness of precum leaking from Kaveh’s cock. “You’re excited,” he notes. “Of course. Stupid sluts get turned on by obeying their owners, after all.”

He circles around the desk to retrieve a jar of oil from one of the drawers—and it occurs to him that they really must have sex in this room often, if they’re routinely keeping lubricant stored in the desk. (Of course, if that weren’t enough evidence on its own, there’s also the fact that Kaveh installed glass doors on all of the bookshelves, to protect them from fluids.)

Alhaitham returns to where Kaveh is seated, and slaps the inside of his thigh. “Lie back,” he says, and Kaveh instantly complies. His mindless obedience makes Alhaitham’s cock throb impatiently, the tip already dripping precum into his underwear. “Good slut,” he says, unscrewing the lid of the jar. “Now hold your legs up, and spread them as far apart as you can.”

Kaveh lifts his legs into that position, and—oh, he’s quite the sight. Lying on his back, hands holding his splayed legs, abdomen tensed to hold the position. His cock is stiff and needy between his thighs, and he’s craning his neck to keep his eyes on Alhaitham, with that pink collar on full display. It’s utterly clear that he’s on that desk for one reason, waiting to be used for Alhaitham’s pleasure.

Setting the jar aside, Alhaitham leans down toward Kaveh and pinches the heart-shaped pendant between his thumb and forefinger. “I know you forgot this time,” he says, as Kaveh pants up at him, lips parted, cheeks flushed dark. “But eventually you won’t have any trouble remembering that you’re a dumb slut.” He runs his thumb over the engraved text. “My dumb slut. You serve my cock, and no one else’s.”

Kaveh whines quietly in response, still holding his legs wide, his diaphragm rising and falling with each shaky breath.

Alhaitham moves his hand to grip Kaveh’s chin and rubs his thumb along those spit-slick lips, watching as Kaveh instinctively starts to suckle on his fingertip. “Though I know you’d love to be passed around a room full of men,” he adds, “bouncing on their cocks and taking their cum, hearing them all tell you what a slut you are. Too bad—it’s just me and my cock. You’ll have to make do with that.”

Kaveh squeezes his eyes shut, his brows drawn together in desperate arousal. Oh, yes—Alhaitham hasn’t forgotten about his senior’s exhibitionist fantasies, all those obscene things Kaveh likes to imagine with no actual intention of enacting them. The light of Kshahrewar has an impressively perverted mind, when he unleashes his creativity.

“If you’re good, though,” Alhaitham says, “I can stuff you full of my toys. We can keep you filled with a dildo or plug whenever you aren’t being used by my cock.” With his free hand, he delicately tucks a loose strand of hair behind Kaveh’s ear, while Kaveh’s tongue continues to swirl around his thumb. “Such a pretty fuck-thing. It’s a waste when you’re empty.”

Alhaitham withdraws his thumb from Kaveh’s mouth, then reaches down to unfasten his trousers and tug down his underwear, freeing his leaking cock from confinement. The tip is visibly slick and wet, betraying his excitement—but fortunately Kaveh can’t tease him for that right now, because this headspace makes it nearly impossible for him to act like a brat. Kaveh’s sole purpose right now is to serve Alhaitham’s cock, and mouthing off doesn’t play a part in that. Instead, he hazily regards Alhaitham’s cock and wets his lips, waiting while Alhaitham retrieves the opened jar of oil and dips his fingers into it.

“Close your legs,” Alhaitham says, “but keep holding them up.”

Kaveh presses his legs together, his hands moving to grip just above his knees. Alhaitham reaches down and begins slicking the inside of Kaveh’s upper thighs, not bothering to explain what he’s doing—because a toy doesn’t need an explanation, and Kaveh can easily figure out where this is going, regardless.

Kaveh jerks as Alhaitham massages the sensitive spots near his groin, and then Alhaitham moves his hand lower, grazing the rim of Kaveh’s ass. “Flex your hole for me,” Alhaitham says—and watches as Kaveh obeys, tightening the pucker among neatly-trimmed hairs. Alhaitham nudges his fingertip just slightly inside, teasing, and feels Kaveh’s hole twitch against his finger. “I’ll make sure I use this slutty hole, next time.”

Alhaitham grabs Kaveh’s ankles to keep his legs straight, and lines up the tip of his cock with the opening between Kaveh’s thighs. Kaveh’s legs are too lean to create a tight seal on their own, at first—but then Kaveh reaches down and pushes the fat beneath his thighs together, forming a tight little gap right above his crotch.

“Good slut,” Alhaitham says. He slides his fingers through the snug opening. “Look at that nice hole you’ve made for me. That means you have three holes, not two—but you must have forgotten about this one, since you can’t count that high.” He moves his hands back to Kaveh’s ankles, keeping his legs aloft. “Keep your eyes on that hole. I want you to watch my big cock thrusting between your slutty thighs, and see it rub against your needy prick.”

Alhaitham rocks his hips forward, carefully pressing his cock between Kaveh’s tight, slick thighs. His length rubs against Kaveh’s dick as he slowly thrusts, and he groans. It’s just the right amount of friction, the perfect soft warmth—he isn’t going to last long. Especially not with the sight of Kaveh’s toned thighs creating a makeshift fleshlight, and the knowledge that Alhaitham is maneuvering Kaveh’s body so that it can be used as a toy. The act is so impersonal, and Kaveh is so mindlessly pliant while he’s being used; it lights up a profane part of Alhaitham’s mind, and his dick very nearly overtakes his ability to think.

“Dumb slut,” Alhaitham says, squeezing his cock between Kaveh’s thighs. “Stupid fuckhole.” The words feel vulgar on his tongue, too derogatory and filthy—but they have the same effect as praise, whenever Kaveh is in this headspace.  “A pretty cocksleeve, and a brainless fuckdoll. You’re the perfect toy for my cock.”

He almost feels like a lazy plagiarist, since most of what he says is simply repeating things Kaveh previously called himself, but that’s how Alhaitham knows these terms will have the desired effect. And Kaveh doesn’t seem to mind one bit—he’s moaning gleefully as Alhaitham fucks his thighs and degrades him, his restrained legs twitching and jerking with pleasure.

“How does my cock look?” Alhaitham asks, squeezing Kaveh’s ankles tighter.

“Big,” Kaveh whines beneath him. “So big, and thick—it’s leaking so much, fucking my slutty thighs, dripping on my stomach—hngh—feels so good against my stupid cock—fuck my thigh hole, come all over my slutty body, please—”

And that mental image of Alhaitham’s precum slicking Kaveh’s stomach, spilling onto his belly button, making a messy slut of him—

Alhaitham gasps. “Fuck—coming—” He belatedly realizes that he doesn’t need to warn a toy that he’s about to come, but it’s a force of habit. “Stupid slut. You love being covered in your owner’s cum. Filthy little pet—a dumb, dirty cumslut—”

Kaveh interrupts him with a desperate cry, thighs tensing tight as he comes, and then Alhaitham topples after him with a moan, shooting his release onto Kaveh’s stomach. He wrenches Kaveh’s legs apart for a better view, and sees streaks of white on Kaveh’s abdomen, droplets of cum clinging to the bronze hairs there, gathering in the dip of his belly button—and his cock spurts the remainder of its load onto the mess, unable to help itself.

Alhaitham groans and carefully lowers Kaveh’s legs, panting for breath while Kaveh lazes on the desk with his lips parted dumbly and his eyes barely open. After that orgasm, Alhaitham feels sated and a bit stupid, himself, fumbling to remember what he’s supposed to do next.

“I’m taking off the collar, now,” Alhaitham tells Kaveh. He reaches behind Kaveh’s neck and unfastens the collar, then sets it aside and leans down to press his lips against Kaveh’s temple. “How do you feel?”

Kaveh responds with a pleased hum, his lips curved in a dazed smile. “Good. That was good.” He sits up with a grunt, arching his back in a stretch. “My ass hurts a bit, but that’s to be expected.”

“Good,” Alhaitham says. “Do you need anything from me?”

Kaveh yawns and shakes his head. “I just need a nap. You’re welcome to join me, if you want.” He peers down at his stomach with a wrinkled nose, and trails a finger through the slick mess of cum on his skin. “After I clean myself, that is.”

“Sure.” It’s nearly the time of day when Alhaitham tends to do that on his own, anyway, so he doesn’t see a reason to decline. “I’ll get some lotion for your ass, and meet you in the bedroom.”

Nodding, Kaveh hops off the desk and pecks Alhaitham on the cheek, then heads straight toward the doorway of the study. He doesn’t so much as glance at his desk full of work as he leaves, and Alhaitham follows him out of the room with a warm sense of satisfaction, closing the door behind them.