Oz had been frequenting the pool more and more. It wasn't exactly set up to be a party central, but there were lounge chairs and cool water under the sun - it was good enough for him. He smirked when he spotted a familiar slim and pale form laying on his stomach in one of the chairs, and he tried to keep as quiet as he could as he walked over to claim the chair beside Bronson. "I do hope you've remembered sunscreen, princess," he cooed, leaning over to kiss the back of the sub's neck, one hand sliding possessively over the curve of the sub's ass.

Bronson had been lying outside for about twenty minutes, completely lost in his own mind, so he didn't hear the man approaching him until he spoke. Jumping a little at the sudden presence, he turned his neck, and smiled as soon as he realized who it was. "Sir! Of course I put on sunscreen! Couldn't risk damaging my skin, could I?"

He leaned in with a fond smile, pressing a kiss to Bronson's curved lips. "Good girl. Not that I would mind smoothing aloe all over you, but let's avoid the sunburn, hm?" Oz squeezed Bronson's behind lightly, then moved to settle on his own chair, stripping off his kimono to reveal a very small speedo he'd chosen to wear. "I take it you're enjoying the heat?"

Bronson returned the kiss happily, chasing his lips as he pulled away. "I mean, you can always find other things to rub on me, Sir," he replied with a wink. "I'm never going to turn down a back rub. Oh the heat is great...so are the outfits people decide to wear in them..." Bronson trailed off as he noticed the speedo that hugged Oz's body perfectly. "You look beautiful, Sir. As always."

Bronson's comment had him laughing as he settled onto his stomach. "I'll have to remember that, when you've earned some extra pampering." Oz nudged his sunglasses down to meet Bronson's gaze, shifting his hips to wiggle his ass playfully. "Thank you, princess. Would you be a doll and get some of this on my back?" he asked, holding up his sunscreen.

"Hey, you say the word, and I will do whatever it takes to earn that, Sir," Bronson said truthfully. Standing up, he nodded and took the sunscreen from Oz. He shook it gently and put some into his hand to warm it up before rubbing it along the bronzed skin of the Dominants back. Bronson loved touching him, truly he did. It was his favorite thing in the world to get his hands on the strong muscles and warm skin that belonged to Oz. And maybe he lingered for a second longer, but who could blame him? "All set, Sir."

He sighed happily as Bronson obeyed, those warm hands like heaven on his skin. "Mm, thank you, princess. C'mere," he beckoned, tugging him in for another kiss. "I feel like I haven't had nearly enough time with you lately, pretty girl."

Bronson eagerly moved in for another kiss. "I feel the same way. But I just assumed you were busy. Which is totally fine, Sir!" He bit his lip nervously. "I just really missed you. I hate not seeing you."

"I've missed you too, princess. My cock's been craving your perfect pussy," Oz murmured, hoping to see the sub squirm and blush a little bit. "Maybe we can go shower off together once we're done sunbathing and you can spend the night with me? If you don't already have orders."

A blush instantly took over Bronsons face. "Sir! You can't just say things like that, not out here. What if someone heard you?" He looked around, sure that someone had to have heard what Oz said. "I don't have orders...and a shower and the night with you is exactly what I'd like to spend my evening doing....please?"

“Then they would know how much I enjoy fucking you, princess, what’s wrong with that?” Oz grinned shamelessly at him, wiggling his eyebrows. “Then you’re mine until tomorrow. Whatever shall I do with such a prize?

"Nothing, Sir. I guess I'm still somewhat getting used to being teased by you in public." Bronson smiled, loving the idea of being referred to as a prize. "Well, if I'm a prize, then whatever you'd like, Sir. But, could I make a suggestion?"

“I have no shame, sweets. Get used to it,” he said with a wink. Oz cocked his head curiously. “I’m always open to suggestion. What’s brewing in that pretty head of yours?”

Bronson looked down for a second, thinking about how to word what he wanted. "Well I know we had talked about it briefly, but I was wondering if we could maybe do the stuff with the kitten ears and the petting?"

Oz smiled over at the sub, reaching out to touch his cheek. “Of course we can, princess. Sweet little kitty needs some attention?” He teased, thumb rubbing over his lip.

The pet name instantly brought him out of his nerves, making him look back up at Oz. "Yes, Sir," he replied as he nodded eagerly. "I really do."

He chuckled at that. “You’re so fucking cute.” Oz turned onto his back, stretching leisurely. “What else are you in need of, kitten?” he asked with a smirk, arching his hips up suggestively.

"So you're just determined to keep me in a state of blushing then?" Bronson said as he looked at him, face beet red. "I need to touch you, Sir. To feel you, and taste you. And maybe even if I'm a good kitten, I could be touched?"

Oz shrugged, trying to look innocent but knowing he totally failed. "You look good with red cheeks, what can I say?" He slid one hand down his own stomach, thumbing the waist of his skimpy swimsuit. "I think that could be arranged, kitten. Do you want to wait for all this until we get to my room?"

"Do I look good with red elsewhere, Sir?" Bronson asked teasingly as he looked down at Oz's hand, understanding his question fully. "No, I don't want to wait. I want you so badly, Sir, I mean, just look..." uncrossing his legs, Bronson showed his cocklet, the organ hardening between his legs.

"You sure do, kitten, especially with your ass all stained red from my hands before I fuck you," he returned, winking at him. Oz licked his lips, humming at the sight of Bronson's little cock stiffening. "Look at that tiny little toy... it's so cute when you're hard, princess," he teased, reaching over to tease the stiff length with one finger. "Tell me what you want, kitten. Right now."

"I like when you spank me, especially when it's followed by that." The humiliation came quick, and it created a bead of precum that fell off his cock and to his leg. "I got hard from the second you asked me to rub sunscreen on you, Sir...just touching you turns me on. I want you to control me. Tell me what to do."

Oz scooped up the little drip of precome and sucked it off of his own finger with a little moan. "So sweet." Smirking, he patted his lap. "Come up here and straddle me, kitten. I think you deserve a little time for pleasure, and I want you to feel how hard my cock gets for you. Remember when I had you hump your pillow like a sweet bitch?" he cooed, reaching around to cup his ass once Bronson was on his lap. "I want you to hump me just like that, princess. Right here where everyone can see."

These were things they'd done before. Bronson had done things with Oz in public, but doing them at the school, with students they knew, it was more intense. Still, he climbed on top of him, immediately settling down into his lap. "I remember, Sir. I felt so dirty when I did that. Like an animal...but I liked it so much." Slowly, he began to do just as Oz said, humping his lap.

Oz kept his focus on Bronson, gently kneading his ass. "Mm. My dirty little kitten," he praised, helping him rock his hips. "You look like such a needy slut like this, princess, with your leaking little cocklet. I love how it drips so much," he hummed softly. His cock was stirring under Bronson, beginning to obviously tent out his tight speedo.

Bronson kept his eyes locked on Oz, afraid that if he looked down between them, looking at the man's growing bulge, hed cum then and there. "Your slut. I'm your slut, Sir." His hips were moving faster as he realized just how much he enjoyed this and how little he cared if people were watching. He knew he looked like a bitch, a dirty slut who was desperate to get off, but that's what he was.

"That's right, baby, you're my sweet little cock slut," he hummed, dipping one finger between his cheeks to tap against Bronson's hole. Oz licked his lips, watching Bronson get more and more flushed. "If you make a mess on me, kitten, you'll have to clean it up."

Feeling Oz's finger against his hole made him speed up. "Does that mean I can cum, Sir? Please?" Bronson was already teetering on the edge but Oz's teasing was getting him that much closer.

Oz nodded, smirking widely up at him. "You can. Cum for me, princess, show me how much of a mess that baby cock can make," he purred.

It was as soon as Oz told him to that he was spilling himself over their stomachs and chests. He was always impressed just how much he was capable of coming, possibly from how few times he was allowed to. "Fuck!" He moaned loudly as his hips jerked forward one final time.

He groaned happily when Bronson jerked on top of him, making a mess all over his swollen, covered cock. Oz squeezed his cheeks firmly, before slapping one, the sound cracking loudly. "God, look at that mess, kitten," he crooned. "So sexy when you squirt like a pretty bitch."

Bronson looked down at the mess he'd made, blushing at how covered the two of them were. "Can I lick you clean, Sir? I don't care if I'm messy, but you deserve to be cleaned off."

He moved his hands to stroke along Bronson's thighs slowly. "You damn well are going to clean up the mess you made," Oz teased, pinching his inner thigh playfully. "And then you're going to suck my cock."

Bronson couldn't hide his smile as he bent down, lips and tongue finding Oz's chest as he began to lick his own cum off of the Dominant. He tried his best not to linger, he hadn't been given permission to do anything but clean him, so that's what he did. He worked his way down the man's body until he reached Oz's clothed cock. His eyes fluttered up to meet the other man's as he sucked on the fabric, cleaning what hadn't already soaked into it. He could feel how hard Oz was, the cock barely contained.

He petted over Bronson's hair as the sub licked up his own release from his skin. A low moan hummed in his throat when those lips reached the soiled material of his swimsuit, sucking over his cock through the fabric. "That's a good girl," he whispered, lifting his hips slightly.

Bronson hooked his fingers in the waistband of Oz's speedo, desperately needing to see the man's cock. He pulled it down, mouth watering at the sight. His own cock was right next to it and the sudden contrast always made him feel embarrassed. "So big, Sir. So nice and big." Stroking it a few times, Bronson reveled in how it felt in his hand, the weight of it and the warmth. He leaned down to press a short kiss to the head, collecting some of the precum on his lips, which he then eagerly licked off with a moan.

"That's right, kitten, nice and big like a real cock should be," he agreed. Oz moaned when those pretty lips finally pressed against his length, enjoying the look of his precum on his mouth. "You gonna put that mouth to proper use, princess?"

"Yes, Sir. Your cock is real, it belongs to a man. Mine is just nothing more than a toy." He continued to lick at the head before Oz questioned him, which encouraged him to suck down the length before him, taking him halfway as he used his hand to stroke the remaining length.

his hand slid to the back of Bronson's neck, squeezing gently when he finally slid his lips over the head of his length. "Good girl, fuck... you look so hot with your mouth full of dick," Oz moaned.

Bronsons eyes were half lidded as he looked up at Oz, still a bit blissed out from his own orgasm. The words were already going back down to his cock as he sucked on the man's length, taking him deeper until there was no longer any need for his hand. He stayed there for a moment, letting his nose do all the breathing as he just took in Oz's scent, letting his perfect mound press into his face as his throat strained against the intrusion. But he loved it. He loved feeling completely overwhelmed by cock, like he was owned by the length that was cutting off his breathing. When it became too much, he pulled off with a choking sound, stroking the length that was now soaked in his saliva.

Oz groaned and tugged lightly at the sub's hair when that sweet mouth slid even further down his length, swallowing him down fully. "Shit... mm, kitten, that's perfect," he breathed, loving how Bronson's throat clutched around his length, making another spurt of precum leak from his tip. He gently tipped Bronson's head back to meet his eyes when he pulled off, chuckling at the sight. "You getting sweet and stupid on me already, princess?" he teased, his voice rough but fond.

Bronson blinked rapidly at the question before smiling a bit lopsidedly. There was something about Oz that always made him fall into this headspace so easily. Maybe it was how he spoke to him, or how he so effortlessly used him, Bronson wasn't sure, but he loved it. He loved feeling so spacey and weightless. "Yes, Sir," he slurred before going back down, sloppily sucking on the man's cock.

Fuck, did he love that. He loved how deep Bronson got for him, his pretty eyes so unfocused and his mouth hungry to be filled. Oz held the back of his neck again, lightly thrusting up into his mouth as the sub sucked him. "Just like that, princess, nothing better for you than having a big dick in your mouth, hm? Made to be sucked and fucked, my sweet cocksleeve," he mumbled, almost babbling with how close he was to exploding down Bronson's throat.

Bronson did his best to answer, but it came out as a grouping of moans as he continued to suck around the man's cock. He swallowed and locked up and down Oz's length, sure that he was putting on a show, but he didn't care, he needed this. The gagging noises came easy as Oz began to hit the back of his throat with his thrusts, and Bronson only encouraged it by placing his hands on the underside of the mans thighs, almost as if he was trying to lift him further into his mouth.

They had attracted some attention to be sure, but Oz's focus was on that hot, delicious mouth around his cock. He managed a few thrusts more, those gagging sounds turning him on more than he cared to admit, before he was groaning sharply and spilling into the sub's eager mouth. "Such a good girl, kitten, my good girl," he whispered raggedly, trying to catch his breath as he relaxed back into the lounger.

Bronson sunk all the way down as Oz released himself down his throat. He took a moment to make sure that he swallowed every last drop, not wanting to waste any of it. Once he was sure that he'd gotten the man clean, he pulled off with a loud popping sound, and rested his cheek against Oz's thigh, looking up at him through glazed eyes. The longer he lay there, the deeper he feel into sub space, and he was perfectly happy to do this with Oz. He felt safe even if he was in public with others watching him. "Thank you, Sir."

His fingers ran through Bronson's hair slowly as he caught his breath. "Mm, you're welcome, princess," he groaned softly. Oz couldn't help but think, once again, that he could get used to this - having this pretty boy hungry for his cock at all times. "Come lay against me, kitten, up here," he said, patting his chest, needing to hold the boy closer.

Bronson smiled at the invitation and quickly moved up Oz's body, resting his head now against his chest. He immediately relaxed at the sound and feeling of his heartbeat against his own cheek, trying to match it with his own. "You're the best Sir in the whole world, did you know that?" His words were still slurred, but he meant them fully. Laying here, he felt safe with Oz. He knew that Oz would keep him safe and protect him.

The sweet, lazy compliment had Oz smiling. He tipped his head down, kissing Bronson's fluffy hair. "And you're the best princess in the world," he whispered back. He slid his hand down Bronson's back, his hold light but obviously possessive. It was early days yet, but Bronson would be his, if he had anything to say about it.

The kiss made him snuggle in closer, wrapping his arms tightly around the Dominant. "Your princess." Bronson smiled sweetly against Oz's chest as he placed sweet kisses along his body, giggling between each one.

He chuckled, laying his head back down and closing his eyes against the bright afternoon sun. "You're so cute when you're cockdrunk, baby," he cooed, one hand moving to stroke his cheek, thumb rubbing over his lips.

"Shh, Sir! I don't think I can blush anymore," Bronson giggled once more as he looked up at Oz again, fully taking him in. "You're still the only Dom who's made me feel like this."

"I like making you blush though, so I'm not going to stop," he said with a crinkle of his nose. Oz rubbed along his lip, trying not to preen too much at that knowledge. "I selfishly love knowing that. Seeing you like this is a precious privilege."

"People might think Im sunburned," Bronson pointed out. "Do you...think it's okay that you're the only one who's made me feel this way? I know we haven't known each other that long, but, I like you so much, Sir."

"They might, but we know the truth." Oz stroked the back of his neck lightly. "Why wouldn't it be okay? I like you too, princess. I like doing this, and just having you around me, because I know you're safe. That I can keep you safe," he admitted softly.

"The truth that I'm so humiliated easily?" Bronson smirked up at Oz as he spoke. "Everyone says that I should explore with as many Dominants as possible, and I am, I swear that I am...but when I'm with you it's so different. It feels different."

He nodded with a smirk at that. His expression softened though, hearing that. "You should. I fully support that, and you know how much I love seeing you with other people. It's okay if it feels different with everyone. It feels different for me with you too. I can't imagine anyone submitting to me like you do, princess. It feels... so good, to know you trust me like you do."

Bronson smiled. "It's not just different, though, Sir. And I don't want to scare you off by saying this, but it feels right. It feels like I'm supposed to be with you. Does that make sense?"

Oz nodded again, his hand sliding down to rub along Bronson's neck, lost in thought for a long moment. "I think this neck of yours would look even more perfect with my collar," he murmured, thumb pressing lightly to his pulse point, heart thudding as he admitted it.

Bronson felt like his heart was actually going to beat out of his chest. He couldn't believe that Oz really felt that way, let alone actually said those words. "Oh please, Sir? There's nothing I want more than to wear your collar!"

"We have a ways to go, princess, but... I want that too," he breathed, relaxing a little bit now that the words were out of his mouth. "Keep my perfect, prettiest kitten all for myself."

"I don't care how long it takes, Sir! It could take five years, just knowing that you want me to be your submissive forever is all I need." Bronson leaned forward a bit. "Can I kiss you?"

Oz chuckled and nodded, drawing Bronson in for a long, lingering kiss, palm settling over his ass possessively. "I need to fill your cunt tonight, baby. Mark you in all the ways I can until I can collar you."

Bronson couldn't help but smile into the kiss, sure that most of what Oz got was teeth, but he didn't care, he was just so happy. "Make me yours, Sir. Mark me however you want, I want everyone to know that I'm going to be yours...I...I want to call you something else, Sir doesn't seem right when I call everyone else Sir too. What can I call you?"

The clumsy kiss warmed his heart, making him hug Bronson even tighter. "Hmm. Maybe we can try some other titles and see what feels right? I'm inclined towards royalty titles. Like your Majesty or your Grace," Oz said with a grin.

"Oh! I like your Majesty! You are very royal. It's only fitting." Bronson settled even further. "I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe you actually want me."

He cupped Bronson's cheek warmly. "Why is it so surprising, princess? It had to be obvious I was interested with how often I was bringing you into my bed."

Bronson looked down, trying his best to hide the look of embarrassment on his face. "I don't know, I just thought that nobody would ever want me forever, I guess. People like using me, and I've always been okay with that, but, I never thought I'd be claimed."

Oz tucked one finger under Bronson's chin, lifting his face to meet his gaze. "Princess, even if for some reason we don't wind up claiming, know this. You are beautiful, and sweet, and more than worthy of a collar, okay? You're never going to wind up at a place like... like that," he said firmly.

Bronson sighed as he was forced to look at Oz. He wanted so badly to believe those words, and he trusted Oz implicitly, but it was hard to imagine a life without him in it. "I just want you, Your Majesty. And JB and my dad have already offered to step in in case something happens, but, I want you. Nobody else. You're the one who I can see myself going to bed with every night, so long as you don't make me sleep on the floor," he said teasingly. "And I want to wake up and make you breakfast every morning and then bring it to you and wake you up with a blow job, because you deserve nothing less. I want you."

The picture he painted was wonderful. And of course, it stroked Oz's ego, hearing that he was the only one he wanted. He slid a hand down his back slowly. "I won't be making you sleep on the floor. I like how you feel tucked in next to me too much," he assured Bronson. "And just to make sure though - you're in for a multiple claim? I intend to have more than one claim, however that might look."

"Being tucked in sounds nice. With comfy pajamas and lots of cuddles?" He perked up a bit at the thought. "I figured you'd want that, Your Majesty. And I'm very much okay with that, in fact I love that idea. As much as I love having you all to myself, I think sharing you with someone would be nice as well. Would I get to play with them too?"

"Mm. I can promise cuddles maybe not pajamas," he said with a chuckle. Oz nodded, relieved that they were on the same page for that. "It depends on who it might be, but I wouldn't be opposed to it as long as rules are followed once they're put in place."

"So unfair!" Bronson teased, but was more than happy at the idea of sleeping naked with Oz. "I just want to be with you, and regardless of who else you decide to add into that, I know that you'll make the right choice. I trust you. I know you wouldn't claim someone who made me uncomfortable."

He kissed his forehead lightly. "You're right about that. If they would be joining our claim, I would obviously get your buy in to whoever it might be. I want you to be happy being mine."

"That's how I know I can trust you, because you say things like that." Bronson placed his head down, resting it once more on Oz's chest. "I can't wait to be yours. And then you can just do whatever you want to me whenever you want."

Oz chuckled again at that, ruffling his hair. "Are you saying I can't do whatever I want to you right now, before I put my collar on your pretty neck?" he asked teasingly.

Bronson buried his face into the man's chest, trying to hide his blush. "You know that I'd let you do whatever, Your Majesty. I'm such a slut for you."

"You are indeed, but I love every second of it." He leaned down and kissed his head lightly. "Should we head inside, princess? Take a shower together?"

Bronson nodded, still keeping his head pressed against Oz's chest. "Yes please. But you might have to carry me. I'm just so weak from that orgasm you finally gave me," he said teasingly.

He crinkled his nose at Bronson. "You're such a brat," he teased, though he did manage to sit up and swing Bronson into his arms easily. "Grab my bag, princess?"

"But you love it," he stated matter of factly. Bronson squealed when he was picked up, grabbing Oz's bag in the process. "Such a nice strong man. And this is exactly why I love being so lanky."

"You're the perfect size to throw around," he agreed. Bronson was barely a weight in his arms, and Oz made his way back to his room easily. He playfully tossed Bronson onto his bed. "See? Perfect."

Bronson nodded in agreement as he was carried easily through campus. Once back in Oz's room, he giggled as he was tossed onto the bed. "Hey! So rude!"

Oz laid a light slap on his ass as he passed. "Don't act like you don't like being tossed around," he called, pausing in the door of the bathroom to strip off his speedo, giving Bronson a nice view of his bare ass. "Coming, princess?"

He continued to giggle at the slap followed by the teasing. "Coming!" Though he stayed behind just a second longer, taking in the sight of Oz's ass. "Can you wash my hair for me? I like when you run your fingers in my hair," Bronson asked as he approached Oz, looking up at him eagerly.

He reached in to start the shower, then turned back to pull Bronson into his arms while they waited for the water to warm. "I think that could be arranged. It does make you purr quite a bit when I do that," Oz remembered, finally stepping under the warm spray, still holding the sub close.

Bronson relaxed quickly in Oz's arms. "Hmm, like a kitten?" He joked as he climbed into the shower, sighing instantly as the warm water hit his body. His eyes fluttered shut and he just took a moment to breathe, fully taking in the moment.

“Just like a kitten.” He gently pushed Bronson’s hair back from his face before leaning down for a warm kiss. It quickly heated up though, the possessive side of Oz coming out, practically owning the sub with just this kiss.

Bronson returned the kiss quickly, placing his hands on the small of Oz's back. He melted into it, his lips parting as he invited the other to take ownership over him.

He backed him up against the wall, holding his jaw as he licked into his mouth hungrily. “Mm. Tell me you’re mine, princess,” he whispered raggedly, not really understanding where this utter need to possess the sub in his arms was coming from. He’d never let himself feel like this about anyone.

The cold wall against his back was a shocking contrast to the warm water and Oz's body pressed against him, but he loved every second of this. "I'm yours, Your Majesty. All yours." He looked up at him, pupils already blown with lust from just these few minutes. "I belong to you."

He groaned at that. Oz didn’t think he would ever be the kind of Dom to feel so possessive - though he hadn’t ever anticipated Bronson. “Mm. I… fuck. We need to shower. Wash your hair,” he mumbled, though he didn’t pull back, hands running over the sub slowly.

Bronson simply nodded. "We do, I have sunscreen all over me, and cum. But we could get messy first..." he trailed off as he began to rut against the man, showing how hard his cock was. "You can't just leave my cocklet like this, can you?"

Oz chuckled as Bronson began to hump against him again. “I could and I will, kitten. You’ve already had one orgasm today - I think I deserve at least two more before I think about letting that baby cock of yours cum again,” he hummed. “Don’t you?”

He whined at that, but he knew that Oz was right. Bronson didn't get to cum unless Oz felt it was his turn. "Yes, Your Majesty. You deserve way more orgasms than me. A real man should get to cum whenever he pleases."

“That’s right,” he hummed. “I don’t have any lube in here - so you’ll have to wait until I can fill this sweet hole,” Oz teased, reaching around to rub his fingers down the cleft between his cheeks and tease his hole.

"I can be patient. I promise." Bronson bit his lip, trying to hide his moan as Oz reached behind him and teased at his hole. "Ohh..."

Oz chuckled at that. "Can you?" He leaned in to kiss his mouth, then backed up, giving Bronson room to come back under the warm spray. "Turn around so I can get your hair, princess," he hummed.

"Mhm! I'm so patient!" Bronson giggled against Oz's lips before turning around, giving the man access to his hair. "Thank you for this by the way. For always giving me exactly what I need."

He tipped out some shampoo into his palm, slowly beginning to massage it into Bronson's hair, long fingers pressing gently against his scalp. "It's something I intend to keep doing for a very long time."

Oz fluffed the brush against the end of Bronson's nose as a tease before setting it aside. "You're all finished, princess. What do you think?" Neither of them were dressed yet, but Oz had done Bronson's hair and makeup, swooshing the soft brown hair to one side and highlighting his beautiful face, making his eyes look even more beautiful and innocent.

Bronson sat so still the entire time that Oz did his makeup, not wanting to mess anything up. When he finally got the go ahead to look, he turned towards the mirror and smiled. "I look so pretty, Sir! Thank you!" He turned his head in different directions, taking in each angle. "You're like magic!"

He kissed the top of Bronson's head. "You always look so pretty. I just enhanced what was there," Oz corrected. "Now go get into your lace, leave your panties for last. I want to cage and plug you before we leave so I can be sure it's all done right." He swatted his ass playfully, winking at the sub before moving to his closet to slink into his chosen outfit for the evening.

Bronson felt his cheeks get warm, suddenly very glad for the makeup he was wearing that covered his blushing. "Thank you, Sir." He nodded as he walked off, grabbing the clothing from his bag he had packed for the weekend. The top was a blue lace crop top that contrasted beautifully with his milky skin tone. Bronson found himself running his fingers over the thin material once it was on before gathering the remaining clothing; a pair of white lace panties and a black mini skirt that would show off the bottom of his ass cheeks as he walked through town. "What do you think?" He asked as he returned, his voice a bit shy.

It was easy enough to slide into a pair of black leather pants, the front lacing closed and tight over his hips. A sapphire silk shirt clung to his shoulders, only buttoned halfway to show off the myriad of necklaces over his sculpted chest. He'd already done his own makeup, a dark, sparkly look bordering on dangerous. His glossed lips curled in a smile as Bronson returned. "Mm, you look delicious, princess. Get up on the bed and spread your legs so I can cage your eager little cock first," he instructed, holding up a white cage and matching key. "Then that's going in your needy cunt," Oz commented with a smirk, nodding to a thick princess plug topped with a deep blue jewel.

Bronson smiled once more. He was a sucker for compliments, and Oz never seemed to run out of them. The sub did as he was told, climbing onto the bed, lying on his back and spreading his legs open as far as they would go. The cage was small, and he knew that his cock was going to be aching by the end of the night. His eyes then went to the plug. The color perfectly matched his top, the thickness perfect to keep him stretched and wanting. "Really gonna feel like a slut with that thing in me all night, Sir."

Carefully, he slid the cage over Bronson, securing it around his soft cock and locking it. "Any pinches, princess?" he asked, rubbing over his thigh as he reached over to grab the plug and his lube. "Well, that's the point, princess. To make you feel just like the slut you are, and to keep you open for anyone I might want to let use you," he teased as he started to slick up Bronson's hole with his fingers, sinking one into him easily.

Bronson kept his eyes locked down on his cock, saying a silent goodbye as Oz locked it up for the night. "No pinches. Feels good knowing I won't have to worry about accidentally coming." He smiled, teasing about their last time together. "Yes, Sir. Do you think anyone will want to use me?" A moan escaped his lips, interrupting his questioning for just a moment as the man slid a finger inside. "Oh god..."

"No you won't - but I might just let you come once we get home," he teased, kissing the top of his thigh teasingly. Oz worked him open carefully but quickly, stretching open his tight hole. "Princess, i don't know who could resist the opportunity to fuck this tight little pussy. But - you'll only take cock I choose, and eat pussy I allow you to taste. You're my little cock slut tonight," he hummed, working in a second and third finger to Bronson's sweet hole

"That would be so kind of you, Sir." Bronson shivered against Ozs lips on his thigh, biting his lip to hold back a moan. "I'll be such a good girl, Sir. I promise. I'll do whatever you tell me to do. Will you be with me the whole time?" As much as the submissive looked forward to being used by others, he still wanted to feel safe. Ozs fingers slid inside him easily, eliciting another moan from him as Bronson began to push down against them, desperate for more pleasure.

"Of course. You're mine this weekend, princess. Remember? I take care of what's mine," he purred to the sub. "I won't be out of your sight. And if anyone dares to try anything with you I don't allow, I'll scratch their eyes out." His tone with soft and conversational, but laced with danger. He slid his fingers from Bronson, slicking up the plug and easing it into his stretched hole.

Bronson nodded again, happy to have some reassurance from the Dominant. "I like being yours, Sir." He chuckled at the idea of Oz being so protective over him, knowing, however, that the man wouldn't hesitate to actually protect him in an instant. Bronson opened his legs a bit further, watching as the plug slid inside of him. His hole stretched around the plug, welcoming it to its home for the evening. "Fuck. Feel so full, Sir." He felt a rush of blood run down his body, his cock willing itself to get hard as it strained against the tight cage. "Well that's already unfair..."he said jokingly as he glanced between his caged cock and Oz.

Oz took in the sight of him plugged and caged just for him, his cock already threatening to twitch to life inside the silky thong he had on under his leather. "Mm. Well. You'll just have to deal with that, princess," he hummed cheerfully, patting Bronson's caged dick lightly. "You look absolutely perfect." He took Bronson's hands to help him up, pressing a soft, quick kiss to his lips once he was standing so he wouldn't mess up his makeup - yet. "Now get your panties on and we'll be off. We're going to one of the bars in town."

Bronson pouted, pretending to be upset when in reality, the idea of being caged all night while aching to get hard was the most enticing thing he'd experienced in a long time. He allowed Oz to help him stand, returning the gentle kiss. "Oh, you really do spoil me, Sir," he replied as he bent over, picking his panties and skirt off of the floor. He slid them on, the lace panties instantly making him moan as the fabric rubbed against his cock. He made sure that the skit was pulled up high enough that when he bent over his ass would be on full display.

He licked his lips as he watched Bronson slip into his skimpy panties, enjoying the sight of his plump, plugged ass covered in flimsy lace. Once he was dressed, Oz slid his arm around his waist, possessive as he led him down to the Uber he'd ordered for them to get into town. He tugged Bronson over and onto his lap in the car, fingers teasing over his thighs. "Do you drink often, princess?"

Bronson couldn't help but love how possessive Oz was being. The man couldn't keep his hands off him even as they got into the car. Bronson slid onto his lap easily, adjusting as the plug pressed inside him just right. "Not really, Sir. I like getting buzzed, but I don't do it often. Do you?"

"I like to have a drink to relax, but I don't drink to get drunk," he said with a nod. "I don't like being that impaired. Especially and specifically not when I have a pretty little slut to play with," Oz teased, squeezing his thigh. "What do you like to have, when you do drink, princess? We won't be having much but I think we can each handle one without a problem."

"Yeah, I think especially if I'm going to be with strangers tonight, being drunk wouldn't be a good idea." Bronson nodded in agreement, squealing at his thigh being pinched. "Um, I really like sex on the beach. The drink, obviously. Not the act, that just leaves sand in places I don't even want to think about!"

He quirked a brow at the choice of drink, then had to laugh as Bronson rushed to explain. "You're not wrong about that. Not to mention sand fleas. It all seems terribly erotic in porn but in reality, it's not the sexiest thing." They pulled up to their destination, and Oz helped Bronson out, then climbed out behind him, one arm draped around him again. The bar they were heading to was nothing fancy by any means, but it was far from a dive, and also would suit Oz's needs considering it had a reputation for... public acts. "I"m not surprised you like sweet and fruity drinks though. Sweet like you," he teased, his hand sliding lower briefly as they walked inside the bar to squeeze his ass under the hem of his skirt.

"Porn in general is just entirely too unrealistic for me. I mean, the first time I was with a guy, I based it solely off what I thought it should be from porn...didn't go well." Bronson shrugged his shoulders, turning to face the bar as they arrived. It was much quicker than he'd expected and he found his anxiety rising a bit more than he thought it would as the climbed out of the car. "At least you didn't call me fruity, Sir," he said in return, a smile on his face as he looked around the bar, taking everything in. "Wow, this place is nice."

“Oh? That sounds like a story I should hear sometime,” he said through a grin. Oz rolled his eyes, leading Bronson over to one of the cozy booths along the wall. “Fruity is such a weird term and also odd to be meant as insulting. Fruit is sweet, delicious and good for you. The fact that it’s meant to be derogatory towards queer people is mind boggling,” he huffed. “But, I’m happy you like the place. It seemed like a good setting for our night out.”

"Oh no, my first time is not a story anyone ever needs to hear, Sir." Bronson shook his head, following Oz over towards the booth, wincing a bit as he sat down with the plug shifting inside of him. "See, I never thought of fruity as an insult. I'm very fruity, because like you said, I'm sweet and good for you. And I just happen to be queer as hell." He shrugged once more. "It's nice, a lot, but nice. I've never actually been into town before at night. Only come out here to grab a quick lunch to bring back to the institute."

“Now my interest is piqued. But I’ll ask again another time,” he said with a wink. Oz grinned, reaching over to rub over his thigh again. “You are definitely sweet and good for me, princess. And you have a pretty little peach I love to take a bite out of,” he teased. Oz cocked his head. “A lot? Is this too much, princess?”

"A story for another time, for sure." Bronson agreed before settling into Oz's touch. "Oh feel free to take a bite anytime you'd like, Sir. Especially when I'm all yours." He shook his head. "No! Not too much. I think I'm just nervous. I'm looking around and realizing that at any minute you might ask one of these men to shove their cock down my throat, or ask me to press my face into one of these womens pussys. Which is totally fine and I'm more that happy to do that.  It's just the anticipation. I want to make sure I do a good job tonight."

Oz tugged him closer to his side, draping one arm over Bronson snugly. “You’ll be my perfect girl. I know you will. Just trust me, and you can tell me if anything gets to be too much,” he murmured soothingly. His arm remained around Bronson as a waiter came by, dipping further over his shoulder to tease over his nipple through the thin lacy top as he ordered a drink for each of them.

Bronson sat closely, smiling as Oz reassured him. "Thank you, Sir. So much. I will tell you, too. I promise I will," he replied truthfully before biting his lip as the waiter appeared, looking down at Oz's finger as it now teased his nipple. How could the man speak to another while toying with him? "Already playing unfairly, I see?"

He didn’t answer Bronson until the waiter had gone to get their drinks, then flashed the sub a smirk as he pinched his nipple firmly through the thin lace. “Hardly. If you think this is playing unfair, I can’t wait to see what you think of what I have in mind.” He kept teasing his nipple as he looked around the bar, making note of the interested glances he saw directed their way. “You already have fans, princess,” he said a moment later, nodding to a couple in the corner who were clearly checking them both out.

Bronsons hands were pressed firmly on the table, trying his best not to accidentally fiddle with himself or move. "See, this is why I call you evil, Sir," he teased before turning his attention to the couple that Oz noted. They were indeed looking at the two of them, and Bronson could see why. They had to be a sight. Two beautiful men all dressed up, Bronson was practically wearing a sign that said 'play with me!'  "They're beautiful, Sir."

“But you enjoy it,” he pointed out. Oz hummed, catching the gaze of the male of the couple, shooting him a smirk. “They are. You would look so tiny and delicate sucking his cock. He’s thick as hell,” he sighed hungrily. “And I bet his partner would love that talented little tongue of yours fucking her pussy. Maybe she’d even let you suck on her tits, hm?” he purred into Bronson’s ear, making sure the sub kept his gaze locked on the couple Oz hoped would respond to the obvious offer going on.

"I do," he replied as he nodded. Bronsons tongue slipped out, licking over his bottom lip at the images that now ran through his mind. The idea of being on his knees for the couple while Oz directed him, whispering in his ear and staying close, maybe even holding onto him while he pleasured the two strangers sent shivers down his spine. "I want to suck her tits...and eat her pussy so badly, Sir. I bet she tastes so sweet." His eyes shifted to the man, he was so much larger than him. "His cock will ruin my throat, Sir..."

His fingers slid inside of Bronson’s top, rubbing lightly over the swollen nub of his nipple without anything in the way. “I bet she does. Sweeter than your drink even,” he said with a smirk as the waiter set theirs down. “Honey, can you get them another round on us?” He asked the waiter, nodding to the couple still watching them. The waiter agreed and headed off again. “I want to watch you between her legs. I haven’t seen you eat pussy yet, only cock,” he hummed, licking his lips before taking a sip of his martini. “Maybe I’ll play with the toy in your pussy while you do, hm? Get you extra fucked out.”

Bronson was grateful he'd picked out the lace shirt, it allowed so much extra room for Oz to slide his hand in. His face was completely flushed, the makeup not able to cover it at this point as Oz spoke to him, teased him. "I love pussy. I mean, I love sucking cock, but being between a woman's legs and licking her folds and inside her..." he trailed off as he took a sip of his own drink. "Please, Sir? Please play with me? I want to play..."

Oz chuckled and pinched his nipple firmly. “You’re such a hungry slut,” he teased. He watched the waiter bring the drinks over to the other table, tipping his glass at them when they looked over. “You want to play, princess?” Oz nudged him up, keeping one arm around Bronson while he held his drink in the other, making sure Bronson grabbed his own before they got up. “Having a good night, my friends? I have a sweet thing here who would love to make it even better,” he told the couple, standing behind Bronson and holding him around the waist, hand splayed across his belly.

"Yes, Sir," he replied proudly. Bronson nodded, climbing out of the booth along with Oz, following him over to the pair. He stayed behind a bit, letting the Dominant lead the conversation until he was introduced. The man and woman looked at him hungrily, and it only caused Bronson to want this so much more. He looked back and forth between Oz and the couple before swallowing hard. "I'd really like to get on my knees for you. For both of you, if you'd like?"

He smirked proudly as Bronson spoke up. “He’d also love to suck on your tits, if that’s on the table.” Both of them had Dom marks on their wrists, so Oz figured they had left their subs home for the night. The woman grinned at both of them and agreed, much to the amusement of her partner. “Come on then. I think we’ll be much more comfortable back there,” he said, nodding to the rear of the bar where they had couches set up. Oz led Bronson over to the back, settling on a cozy couch and tugging Bronson onto his lap. “Go on, slut. Suck on her tits like the needy whore you are,” he encouraged, rubbing Bronson’s thighs as the woman settled naked next to them, having slipped out of her dress.

Bronson was so glad to have Oz with him, to have him guiding him through this. "I very much would like that as well." He smiled as they all agreed and began to walk towards the back of the bar. The submissive settled onto Oz's lap as he looked over at the now naked woman next to them. She was absolutely gorgeous, her tits just begging to be touched and sucked. He glanced up at her once more before leaning in, placing a gentle kiss to her left breast before attaching his mouth to her nipple, alternating between soft suckling motions and tongue flicks.

He sighed happily, keeping one hand on Bronson’s thigh while sipping his drink with the other. “Good girl,” he praised, his voice hungry as he watched the erotic sight beside him. The man with them was openly palming himself, toying with his partners other nipple. “Is your slut’s other hole up for grabs?” Oz tilted his head in thought. “It could be. He has a plug in his cunt right now. That hole isn’t meant to be a cumdump tonight though. He’s mine alone to breed,” he said fondly, sliding his hand up Bronson’s skirt to play with his caged cock through his panties.

Bronsons face turned red as Oz and the man talked about him so freely, almost as if he wasn't even in the room. He truly felt like he was just an object for other peoples enjoyment and he absolutely loved that. Bronson pulled away for a moment, smiling when he saw how hard he'd made the Dommes nipple. Without speaking, he moved to her other one, giving it the same treatment, now moaning against it as Oz began to play with his caged cock. He began to rock back and forth, begging for more friction for his tiny dick.

When he felt Bronson starting to him against his hand, Oz moved it from his cock to his thigh, laying a quick slap on the sensitive skin. “Enough of that, slut, you know it’s not about your worthless dick,” he said casually, taking another sip of his drink and grinning when the other man with them laughed. “Focus on making the lady nice and wet.”

Bronson let out a soft cry at the slap, but nodded, continuing to work on the woman's breasts. He brought up his small hand, massaging the neglected tit between his fingers, keeping her nipple hard. After a few more minutes, he pulled away, a line of spit still connecting his lips to the womans chest. "Are you wet, Miss? Can I please see how wet you are?"

Oz rubbed over his inner thigh where he’d slapped, shifting the flimsy hem of his miniskirt up to show off his panties to their new friends. Bronson’s plea made all of them grin, and the woman spread her legs to show off her damp pussy. “Look at that, slut. Go and clean up the mess you’ve made,” Oz teased. “On your knees in front of her. And make sure you stick that ass up high so you can show off the toy in your cunt for everyone,” he ordered.

Bronson loved being toyed with like this, Oz just moving his clothing around so that the couple could see how much of a slut he was. The woman spread her legs, and Bronson smiled, proud of himself for getting the woman so wet. He climbed off of Oz's lap quickly, getting onto his knees and sticking his ass up just like he'd been told to, his pussy clearly on display for both the men to look at. Bronson pressed his face right against the woman's core, breathing in her scent before licking a thick stripe up from her opening to her clit, collecting some of the wetness on his tongue before starting in on her bundle of nerves.

Watching Bronson eat pussy was so much hotter than he would have imagined. Oz groaned at the sight of it, palming at his own dick. The man chuckled and patted his lap, a silent invitation for Oz which he definitely took. He crossed over and perched on his lap, rubbing his ass back against the impressive bulge. “Oh my slut is going to love that,” he hummed, earning another laugh. “His dick is so big, princess. It’s going to look amazing in your mouth.” Oz reached down, shoving his hand in Bronson’s panties to twist the plug inside him.

Bronson placed his hands on the woman's thighs, holding onto her as he shoved his face as far against her as he possibly could. His tongue teased her hole now, pressing inside the tight opening. Leaning back into Oz's touch, Bronson moaned as the plug was toyed with inside of him, being teased by his Dominant with how large the man's cock he was about to suck was. "Want him to face fuck me, Sir," he said breathlessly as he pulled away for a moment, not waiting for a response before diving right back in.

He chuckled and spanked over the plug. “You don’t get his dick until you make the lady cum, whore. Be polite.” The couple laughed, though the woman’s laughter was breathless and littered with moans, her body squirming as she enjoyed Bronson’s attention. Her orgasm wasn’t far off, and Oz spent the time playing with Bronson’s plug and rutting back into the thick dick pressing against his ass, aided by wide hands around his hips. “Mm, make her cum hard, princess, I want you covered in it,” he ordered as the woman moaned louder and clutched to Bronson’s hair, obviously close to her peak.

Bronson nodded, still pressed tightly against the woman's center. He licked at her lavishly, desperate to taste her sweet juices and feel her orgasm against his tongue. He loved to suck cock, but getting his face in between a woman's legs and making her squirm and drip from just his tongue always made him so satisfied. Her moans and fingers lacing through his hair had him working harder, pushing his tongue deep inside her as he licked at her inner walls, causing loud slurping noises as he swallowed and moaned against her.

Damn. Between the bulge against his ass, the moaning woman and Bronson obviously squirming, Oz was definitely hard in his pants. He pushed hard on the plug just as the woman arched and cried out, shaking against Bronson’s face through her peak. “God, she’s gorgeous,” he breathed, her partner smirking and pulling Oz back against his chest to kiss at his neck. “Show me your face, slut,” he ordered a moment later once she’d calmed down, licking his lips in anticipation.

Bronson helped the woman through her orgasm, offering her soft licks as she came on his tongue. After a few minutes and a command from Oz, he pulled away, looking at the Dominant as he felt the woman's juices leaking down his chin and lips. His lipstick had to have been completely smudged at this point.

He ran his fingers through Bronson’s previously immaculate hair, loving how fucked out he looked already. “Not enough cum yet.” Oz reluctantly slid from the beefy man’s lap, rubbing his palm over his bulge before easing his cock from his tight pants. “Come choke on it, slut. And take your tits out while you do,” he said, leaning back into the couch.

His eyes fluttered shut at the touch, enjoying the brief moment of intimacy before returning back to the scene. Bronsons mouth watered at the sight of the man's cock. Oz was right, he was huge. Bronson had no idea how he was going to fit that inside of his mouth. He crawled over, settling right in front of him before slipping his arms out of his shirt and pulling it down just before his chest to reveal his nipples. "Such a nice big cock, Sir," he said softly before swirling his tongue around the head, moaning at the taste of precum.

Oz kept his eyes on the sight, the couple beginning to make out as Bronson sucked the man’s cock. He lived for how Bronson thrived on being his slut, on pleasing others on his order. Watching the sub was making him ridiculously horny, cock straining in the confines of his tight pants. “You can take more than that,” he growled out thickly, shifting toward again to tug down Bronson’s panties to play with the plug in his ass.

Bronson glanced over at Oz, eyes now locked on him as he sucked on the head of the strangers cock. He opened his mouth more, doing his best to relax his jaw as he stretched wide, lowering his mouth down into the mans length. He made it about halfway down before he was gagging, but he didn't stop, instead he stared at Oz, making sure the Dom saw the hard work he was putting into this.

He slowly twisted and tugged on the plug, watching Bronson closely as he sucked down the thick cock between his lips. “That’s better. Show me how bad you need that cum all over your lips,” he purred.

Bronson took Oz's words as encouragement and began to suck down the length even further, using his hand to get what he couldn't reach with his mouth. He began to breathe through his nose, still gagging against the tip of the man's cock hitting the back of his throat. It was messy, loud and just vulgar, but it was so good. Bronson was putting on a show, bobbing his head and making sure to be extra loud, wanting everyone to hear just how much of a whore he was.

They were attracting more attention, but Oz only had eyes for the sexy show Bronson was putting on for him. Hearing him gag made the Dom moan happily. The man Bronson was sucking on was getting louder, powerful hips pushing up into his mouth. “Feel that, slut? He’s about to cum down your throat,” he purred, his free hand cupping and jiggling Bronson’s ass cheek playfully. “Swallow as much as you can but I want some too,” Oz ordered, making the woman laugh and comment on how good her partner tasted.

There was something so incredibly sexy about the idea of sharing the strangers cum with Oz, he wondered how they'd do it. Would it be straight from the source? Would it be in a tongue heavy kiss? All Bronson knew was that the man was sitting very heavy on his tongue and his thrusts were getting erratic which only meant one thing. It was quick, and Bronsons mouth and throat were suddenly full of the thick white liquid. He swallowed what was shot down his throat, but left a bit on his tongue as he pulled away from him. Turning, he looked over at Oz, tears in his eyes as his makeup was now completely ruined, cum all over his lips and chin. He held his own mouth open, showing his Dom what was still inside.

The lovely sight of Bronson covered in cum, his eyes shining and face red, was something Oz knew he would need over and over again. “Fuck,” he hissed, lunging for the submissive to devour his mouth in a bruising kiss. His tongue shoved between his lips, drinking the remnants of the stranger’s load which he knew tasted even better from his sub’s mouth. “Such a fucking sexy little whore…”

Bronson returned the kiss, his eyes shutting immediately as soon as he felt the man's lips on his. He pushed the cum into Oz's mouth, grateful to be sharing such an experience with him. "Your whore, Sir. Yours."

Oz pulled back from the kiss to see the couple watching them, smirking. “If you ever see us around again, we’d love a repeat,” the woman said as she slid her dress back on, her partner already tucking his cock away. He nodded, getting up to kiss her cheek, then his. The couple walked away, and Oz sat back down, pulling Bronson up into his lap. “How’s my cock hungry baby feeling?” he asked, tugging his panties back up over his ass under his skirt before cupping the covered cheeks possessively.

Bronson was breathless. And for a moment he just sat there, on the floor, watching as the strange couple gathered themselves and left. He climbed into Oz's lap willingly, smiling at him, face still covered in cum. "I feel good, Sir," he replied honestly. "I never thought I'd do anything like that. Thank you." He smiled before resting his head gently on the Don's shoulder.

He rubbed over his ass and thighs, letting Bronson cuddle into him. "You looked so gorgeous doing it. Like the perfect, cock hungry, needy slut," he praised. Oz toyed with the plug through his panties, gently tugging it out and pushing it in a little further. "Do you want to take some more cock or pussy for me, princess? Maybe one in your greedy cunt before we go back to my room?"

Bronson nodded against Oz's shoulder. "Yes please. Maybe this time, we can have the woman sit on my face? Take her pleasure from my tongue while I get fucked?" he pulled off the man's shoulder as he finished speaking, looking up at Oz with lust filled eyes, makeup smeared face and cum dripping down his chin and lips. "Please?"

Oz grinned, running his thumb over Bronson's swollen lip. "If you're still coherent, you definitely need more. I want you so fucked out you don't even remember your own name," he crooned. He spotted a group of people near them, most of them seeming to watch their friends making out, one woman sitting on the end of the couch. "Go kneel for that redhead over there, slut. Ask if she'll sit on your face," he instructed.

"You'll take care of me when I get to that point though, right?" Bronson asked, wanting to just make sure, double check that he'd be taken care of. He glanced over, looking at the woman who sat on the couch. He climbed off of Oz's lap and walked over. Before asking, he fell to his knees and looked up at her. "Miss...would you please sit on my face?"

"Without a doubt, princess," he assured the sub. Oz followed close behind, perching on a nearby armchair to watch everything play out. The redhead glanced over at him, then down at Bronson. She agreed and wiggled out of her panties, moving to let Bronson lay on his back before settling over his face. Oz cleared his throat, getting her attention and making her smirk when he flicked his fingers up. She complied with a wink and lifted her skirt to give Oz the perfect view of Bronson under her pussy.

Bronson squealed eagerly when she agreed, moving into position for the woman to sit on top of him. She lowered herself down, her beautiful pussy already slick as his tongue lapped at her entrance. Bronson did his best to keep his hands at his sides, but he was so desperate to reach up, wanting to pull her down further, almost to suffocate himself with her scent.

He enjoyed how eager Bronson was for pussy. An equal opportunity slut was the best slut. Oz spread his legs slightly, palming over his bulge as he watched Bronson mouth so hungrily at the redhead's smooth pussy. "You can ride his mouth, he's dying to be suffocated by pussy more than anything," he called to her, winking over at the woman and groaning when she pushed her hips down further. Her head tipped back on a moan, grinding her cunt against Bronson's mouth.

Bronson smirked the best he could at Oz's words, so glad that the Dom was there to advocate for him. The woman started to move, grinding herself down on top of Bronsons face and he absolutely loved it, his nose pushing against her clit while his tongue worked its way inside, moving against her walls. She tasted heavenly, so sweet, and she was so soft and warm inside. He could sit like this for hours, just pleasuring the woman above him while Oz watched them.

The redhead seemed content to just rub herself slowly on Bronson's mouth, holding her dress up with one hand, the other tugging her top down to play with one bare breast. And Oz was deeply content just to watch, even as the woman worked herself towards orgasm, trembling and shaking as she came on Bronson's face. Oz swirled his finger at her though. "Give him another, gorgeous. Think you can squirt all over my slut's face? He'd probably faint if you did," he said, the chuckle almost cruel especially as the woman nodded eagerly.

Bronson moaned against the woman's core as she came, his cock straining against the cage at the feeling of her insides clenching around his tongue. But, she didn't let up, she just continued to move against his face as he licked at her, humming and moaning. He felt himself slipping, sliding into that space that Oz brought him into. He knew that he was going to be completely ruined by the end of the night, especially once Oz finally let him get his hands on him.

Oz licked his lips as he continued to watch, the woman getting increasingly more eager with how she rode his mouth, her thighs visibly shaking. "Fuck, fuck yes," he whispered, watching her shake and tense, her cunt pressing hard against Bronson's mouth before she knelt up slightly as she came hard, squirting generously over the sub's face and neck, dipping back down to fully ride through her orgasm.

Bronson balled his hands into fists, willing himself not to reach for his caged cock as the woman lifted herself up, squirting on his face and neck. A loud moan escaped his lips as he tasted her just before she came back down, closing the space between them once again. The sub was practically humping the floor at this point, so desperate for his own release just from her.

Eventually the redhead calmed, her body twitching with little shocks, and she slowly climbed off of Bronson with Oz's help. He kissed her cheek, reaching up to tuck her breast back into her dress, before helping Bronson up and back onto his lap. "Such a fucking pussy whore, princess, you stink like sex," he hummed, nosing against his neck and licking at the drips of cum on his skin.

Bronson was vaguely aware of Oz helping the woman off of him, and then helping Bronson onto his lap. As soon as he was seated, he snuggled in closely, smiling into Oz's neck. He mewled as the Dom licked at his neck. "She tasted so good, Sir," his words were slurred as he spoke.

"Mm, she does taste good," he agreed. He rocked his hips up against Bronson's ass, his rigid cock obvious. "Does my whore still want more cock before I take you home? I want to see that pussy of yours stuffed full," Oz hummed, plucking at the sub's nipples again.

Bronson bit down on his lip, suppressing a moan at the feeling of Oz's cock against his ass. "More, please. Need more." He looked right at Oz, eyes completely dark. "Need to be fucked, Sir."

A growl rumbled in his throat. "There's my slut," he breathed, taking Bronson's mouth in a biting, possessive kiss. One of the guys in the nearby group wandered over and hovered in interest, making Oz smirk into the kiss and pull back. "You interested in fucking my whore's needy cunt, handsome? Turn around and show it off, slut," he told Bronson, steadying the sub on his lap as he moved.

Bronson returned the kiss, but allowed Oz to take control. He hadn't even noticed the other man coming over until Oz said something, making him turn to look. But, he did as he was told, shifting slightly and spreading his cheeks just enough that the man would be able to see his plugged up hole. "Please fuck my pussy?" He asked quietly, still trying to recuperate from the last three strangers.

His brows quirked lightly, and he held up one finger to the man so he could focus on Bronson. "You sure you want to be fucked right here, right now, princess? Do you need a second?" Oz asked quietly, cupping the sub's face in his palm.

Bronson looked at Oz for a moment, thinking about the question. He shook his head. "No. Want you," he whispered before looking down, embarrassed with himself.

Both arms dropped to wrap around Bronson, hugging him close to his chest when he heard that. The guy behind them nodded and walked off, leaving them in a small bubble of privacy among the various lewd acts. "I got you, baby. My sweet needy princess," he whispered against his hair.

Bronson let out a deep breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding. He shuddered against the Dominant, taking in his scent and just holding onto him. "I tried to be good, Sir, I'm sorry. I wanted him to fuck me, but I just can't do it anymore tonight." The submissive felt tears fill in his eyes, refusing to look up at Oz.

Oz tutted and brought both hands up under Bronson's chin, tipping his face up to take his mouth in another kiss, this one sweeter and warmer than before. "You were perfect. I told you to tell me how you felt, and you did, and it's okay if it's too much tonight. We'll work up to more," he murmured quietly, forehead against Bronson's. "You understand me, princess? You're my good, perfect girl."

Bronson swallowed hard, trying his best to maintain eye contact with the Dominant. The kiss helped, made him relax a bit. "Thank you, Sir. For listening...for not pushing me to do more than I could."

He rubbed his thumbs along Bronson's cheeks soothingly. "That's my job, baby. To push you just far enough, but not too far." Oz kissed the tip of his nose lightly. "Let's get home, yeah? You still want my cock tonight?"

"You're very good at it then," he said with a soft voice. "Yeah, wanna go home." Bronson nodded at the question. "Mhm. I'll never be too overwhelmed for that, Sir. Trust me."

Oz kissed his nose again, then his cheek. "All right. Let's get home then." He helped Bronson tug his top back up over his chest, then slid his arm around the sub as they got up, keeping him close as they walked back out to get into a cab.

bronson smiled lazily, leaning against Oz as they walked out of the bar and into the cab. Once seated inside, he rested his head against the man's shoulder. "I felt so special tonight. Even if I was being used, I still felt special."

He once again brought Bronson into his lap, holding the sub against his chest. "That's exactly how you should always feel when we do that, princess. Special, and beautiful, and deliciously filthy," Oz murmured. "You are so perfect for me, you know that? My perfect, gorgeous, slutty little whore," he crooned.

Bronson slid onto Oz's lap, snuggling in closely. He hummed against him, content just to be held for the moment. "You're the perfect one, such a perfect Dom. Never want you to let go of me." Bronson was aware of how much he was slipping, his head feeling lighter with each passing second, but he loved this, loved just being held and sweet talked.

He pressed soft, sweet kisses over Bronson's face, tasting the leavings of the people he'd been with, but enjoying the juxtaposition of their tender moment with the reminder of how erotic things had gotten. "I've got you, baby. Not letting go," Oz whispered as they pulled onto campus. He helped Bronson out, then swung the sub up into his arms to carry him inside, letting him cling like a baby bear and steadying him with hands under his ass.

Bronson let out a couple giggles at the many kisses Oz left on his face, loving how sweet this moment felt to him. As much as he had loved being used in the bar, just being held in the back of a cab by Oz felt so needed. The sub held on tightly as Oz carried him through campus, leading him back to his dorm. His eyes were shutting, and his breathing was settling into an even pace as he started to press messy kisses on the Dominants shoulder.

The way Bronson was snuggling and relaxing into him made Oz grin, glad no one was around to witness such a silly expression on his face. "You sleepy, princess?" he asked teasingly, unlocking his door and shouldering it open to bring him back into the bedroom, gently laying him out on the bed.

Bronson shook his head quickly at the question. "No, Sir!" The words sounded clear to him, but came out more slurred than he anticipated. "Very awake." He laid down, stretching his limbs out and looking up at Oz. His eyes were still filled with lust as he scanned him. "Sir..."

Oz slid out of his shirt, then carefully climbed onto the bed, kneeling between Bronson's spread legs and leaning over to kiss soft lips. "Tell me what you need, princess," he whispered against his mouth, running his hands up the sub's sides.

Bronson watched the man above him, almost drooling at his bare chest. His hands went up, wrapping gently around Oz's neck to deepens the kiss. "Need your cock. Please, Sir?"

He tugged Bronson’s shirt up and over his head, cradling the boy under him like he was something precious. “Where do you need my cock?”

Bronsons breathing was heavy, his eyes still locked on Oz as he tried to form words. "In me...please." He was so desperate, had been waiting all night to be fucked by the Dominant. "Need to be full."

This was what he'd wanted, this pretty little thing distracted by cock and pussy all night but only ever really needing his. "In the way only I can fill you, right, princess?" he whispered back, sliding Bronson's skirt down now, kissing his thigh, then peeling his panties down to leave him in just the cage and plug.

Bronson nodded slowly, his eyes following Oz as he moved down his body. His hole clenched around the plug, eliciting a moan from the submissive. "Need to feel you inside me. Need to have my pussy filled by you, by your cock...by your cum..."

He kissed low on Bronson's belly, pushing his legs up to bend his knees, framing himself between the submissive's legs. "I'll fill you up, baby, over and over," Oz promised in a dark whisper. "And I want your useless little cock to cum so hard, there's nothing left to give." He slid the key off of his neck, carefully unlocking the cage.

He helped, reaching down to grab at his legs so that Oz had better access to his entrance. "So good to me, Sir," he replied in response to the Dom taking the key off his neck. As soon as his cock was released from the tight confines of the cage, it sprung to life, getting hard and turning a bright shade of red. "I don't think that'll be an issue, Sir..."

Oz grinned at the sight of Bronson's cock swelling so quickly, leaning down to nose along the newly freed length. "So cute," he hummed condescendingly, pressing a teasing kiss to his balls as he worked the plug from his hole. The plug was thick enough to leave Bronson gaping once it was free. "Look at this pretty pussy..." His voice was low and hungry, watching the muscles flutter, his cock beyond painfully hard at this point.

Bronsons face turned red at the humiliation that was aimed towards his cock. He tried so hard to not thrust upwards, wanting to just press his body against Oz's mouth and hands. But, he willed himself to stay still at the man touched him, toyed with him. The plug slid out, tugging at his rim as it did. He ached to be filled as soon as it was gone. "Please, Sir? Please fuck my pussy?"

He kissed the inside of his thigh, soft at first, but then harder, sucking at the sensitive skin to leave a mark, deep and obviously possessive. Oz leaned back then, getting off the bed to unlace his pants and peel them off. He didn't take off the thong yet, letting Bronson look his fill as he leaned over to grab the lube.

There was so much going on, just so much stimulation happening. Between the visual of Oz removing his clothing, the feeling of him sucking a hickey into his thigh, his gaping hole just begging to be filled, he was so overwhelmed in all of the best ways. The thong looked so beautiful on Oz, but Bronson wanted it off, he wanted to see the Dominants thick cock. "Take them off, please?" He knew he was being needy, begging so much, but he needed this.

The sweet plea had Oz hooking his thumbs into the sides of his thong to peel it down, his cock springing free, thick and wet. “This what you need, princess?” he asked, easily fitting back between Bronson’s thighs. Oz quickly lubed his fingers, pressing two into the sub without trouble. “Need me to breed this sweet cunt of yours?”

His mouth watered at the sight of Oz's cock before him. It was so beautiful, so hard and long and he could imagine exactly how it was going to feel once it was finally inside of him. "Yes, Sir..." he trailed off, letting out a moan at the two fingers sliding inside of him. "Yes please...breed me, make me yours. Want you to cum inside me and then make me keep it in there for hours."

“You beg so pretty, little slut,” he crooned, making sure Bronson was slick enough to ease the way. Oz slid his fingers out, bringing his cock to the stretched rim to tease for a moment - but only for a moment. They both needed this too badly. He pushed into the sub easily, groaning low in his chest. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispered, rocking his hips until his balls were flush with the sub’s ass.

Bronson smiled at the compliment. He whined at the loss of Oz's fingers, sad to be empty once again. However, quickly, they were replaced with exactly what he wanted. Oz slid in very easily thanks to the plug. The sub groaned, eyes widening as he felt his length filling him up. He felt so full, exactly what he needed after the evening they'd had. "Oh fuck...fuck, thank you! Thank you, Sir."

He had to pause for a moment to catch his breath. It felt like he’d been hard for hours now, aroused beyond reason at the night he’d spent with Bronson and now his beautiful body was clutching so perfectly around his cock, and it was almost too much. Oz swallowed hard, slowly rocking his hips. “Sweet little princess, just needed this cock so bad, didn’t you?” His voice was gravelly and low, eyes dark with concentrated arousal.

Bronson was completely blissed out. He felt so full, and he loved every second of having Oz inside of him. Once he started moving, the submissive let out short whines, his arms instinctively moving to hold onto the man above him, trying to pull him down. "So bad, Sir. Your cock makes me feel so good. Makes me feel so full and happy."

He shifted to lay almost fully on Bronson’s chest, their bodies pressed completely together. Oz moved slow still, rocking deeply inside of the submissive as he took his mouth in a deep kiss. “Full and happy, you should always feel that way, princess,” he whispered raggedly.

Bronson moaned into Oz's mouth, the kiss sending him over the edge as his cock began to twitch against the Dominants body. "Wish I could," he replied. "I wish I could feel this way forever."

A groan rumbled in his chest, his hips working a little faster now as his control wavered. “Always want your pretty hole stuffed full and bred, greedy little girl,” he crooned, his kiss turning sloppy, everything else falling away as his world centered to the gorgeous submissive under him.

The faster that Oz moved, the more that Bronson realized just how badly he had needed this. His hands were now tangled in the Doms hair, holding him close as his sensitive hole was fucked into, knowing he was going to need days to come down from this. "Yes! Fuck yes!" He started to grind down, taking his own pleasure from Oz as he met his thrusts.

His hands slid down to Bronson's hips, holding him down firmly to press even harder into him. Oz couldn't control himself any longer, snapping his hips into the sub hungrily, chasing his own pleasure within the gorgeous boy's body. "F-fuck... gonna come, princess, so f-fucking good!" He knew this wouldn't be the only orgasm he got tonight, so he didn't feel shame in hitting his peak before Bronson, burying himself deep in the sub and releasing with a thick groan.

Bronson couldn't hide his smile at Oz's words, excitement coursing through his body at the thought of the man releasing himself inside of him. It was only moments later that he felt the familiar feeling of thick white ropes of cum painting his insides, his face immediately pressing into Oz's neck as he felt it. Bronson squeezed around the dom, trying to milk every last drop, almost selfishly as he wanted to be filled to the brim with the man's cum. A soft moan escaped his lips, a smile painted on his face. "Feels so good, thank you, thank you..." he trailed off his thanks, his breathing still heavy.

He let out a shuddering breath as he shivered through the aftershocks, made even more intense by how Bronson's body clutched and rippled around his twitching cock. Oz didn't even pull out before his lips were finding Bronson's, claiming his mouth in a messy, warm kiss. "Eager cum slut, all soft and happy now that your cunt's full of my load, hm?" he teased, nipping at his lip.

Bronson kissed back lazily. He found himself sinking further into that floaty space that he loved so much to be in. Humming in agreement, Bronson pulled away from Oz's lips, his eyes half closed and that dopey grin that painted on his face that Oz seemed to like so much. "So happy. So full. Hard, Sir." Full sentences were a thing of the past, as he began to grind his lower half against the man on top of him, trying to show that his cock still needed attention.

That damned smile. Oz felt his cock trying to twitch back to life at the sight of it, and that was exactly what he wanted. Bronson pushed so deep he couldn't even form coherent thoughts. "I know, pretty girl. Your little baby cock is still so hard," he hummed, kissing the side of his throat. "You've been so good, you deserve a reward." Oz carefully pulled out of Bronson, kissing down the center of his chest and stomach. "Whenever you need to cum, you can," he whispered, kissing the tip of his cock before sucking Bronson between his lips.

Bronson kept smiling, happy that his words seemed to make sense to Oz. He winced slightly as the other man pulled out, but was quickly distracted by the sweet kisses placed to his chest and stomach. The kiss to the tip of his cock almost sent him over the edge, and if he had been even just a little more into sub space, he would've cum then and there. But, he held on, not for long, but enough to feel the warmth that Oz's mouth offered. His eyes fluttered completely shut as he felt a familiar tensing in his stomach followed by a twitching in his cock as he released himself between the Dominants lips. It was easily the quickest he'd ever cum from stimulation, and maybe if he'd been fully there, he'd be embarrassed, but he wasn't. He was just satisfied and content that after hours of being used, Oz had finally let him cum while having his hole stuffed full of his favorite warm liquid.

It didn't surprise him that so little pushed Bronson over the edge so fast. There had been so much this evening, and he was so deep and beautiful and Oz just wanted to keep him like this forever. He drank down the sub's load, swallowing easily and cleaning him up with soft, gentle licks. Moving up again, he tugged Bronson to his chest, dropping kisses to his hair and cheeks, whispering praise and soft, derogatory terms in turn, his tone continually warm and affectionate. "Mm, pretty cum slut, want to put another load in you before we get cleaned up... can you take another one for me, baby?" he whispered after a few long moments, rutting his hips against Bronson's thigh as his cock began to stir back to life.

Bronson sighed, his body relaxing as he finally came and his red cock softened. He relaxed into the touches, body limp and easily moveable as Oz pulled him into his chest. The idea of being filled again sent a wave of emotions through his mind, and he desperately willed his cock to get hard again, but there was no more in him. But, he realized that it didn't matter if he came again, he didn't need that. He wanted Oz to feel good, and he just wanted to feel as full as possible, he wanted to leak cum out of his pussy. "More...more..."

Admittedly, Oz had not made much of a dent in his unpacking just yet. He'd found enough to manage to make himself look fabulous for the first day of classes (and ugh, he thought he had been done with those after graduating college) and to have room to sit on his provided furniture, but nothing much more. And he didn't think he would get much more done even with the lovely sub coming by to help - especially if he showed up in a flirty little skirt and kneesocks. Perhaps it was in bad taste to fuck someone not 24 hours after arriving on campus, but Bronson seemed like such a pretty, shy little thing and Oz was only human after all. He'd gone rather male in his clothing of choice today, skinny jeans that clung to his ass, a silky blue button down with hardly any buttons fastened and a plethora of necklaces and rings paired with understated (for him) makeup. The matching silky blue thong he had under his jeans was a different story. He flitted about in his room after classes, wanting to give an impression that he'd tried to make some sort of effort to begin unpacking before Bronson showed up, though he doubted the submissive would mind either way.

Bronson was so excited whenever there was a new face at the institute, especially when that person showed an interest in him. It seemed selfish, and maybe Bronson knew that, but he loved the attention. The sub wasn’t always so sure of himself, but he knew he was good at submitting, at serving for a Dominant and anytime he had an opportunity to show off that skill, he was excited. After classes, he went back to his own room and changed quickly into a bright pink flared skirt, just like Oz had said he liked. He slid on a pair of lace panties underneath, ones that showed off his beautiful cock through the fabric, and then he added a pair of knee high white socks, rolling them up his thick shaved thighs. On his top, he went for something new, just a simple bralette. Bronson checked himself in the mirror briefly, not allowing himself to think twice about his outfit before leaving, heading upstairs to the Dominant floor. Once there, he quickly found Oz’s door and knelt down, knocking on his way down. He fixed his skirt over his legs and sat up straight, but kept his head down as he waited.

The knock made Oz grin to himself. "So polite," he hummed under his breath, crossing to the door and opening it to see a delicious vision kneeling before him. "Well well. Hello there, pretty one," he purred, running his fingers through Bronson's hair without hesitation. "Get up and come inside so I can see you properly." Once the sub was standing inside his room, Oz nudged the door shut, walking around him in a slow circle, obvious approval written all over his face. "You are a beauty, lovely one. And such a good girl for listening so well."

Bronson continued to look down as the door opened, though he’d admit it was hard. He allowed himself to melt into the touch of Oz’s hand in his hair, a very small twitch of a smirk coming to his face. Quickly and without hesitation, he stood up and stepped inside, standing before the Dominant as he was told to, a red flush on his cheeks at the compliment. “You really think I look okay? I wasn’t sure, I don’t normally wear this…” Bronson trailed off as he picked at the hem of his bralette. “I’ve worn it in my room before, and under things, but never just on its own. But I thought it looked really pretty with the skirt. Do you think so, Sir?” At the question, Bronson looked up at Oz, his pupils already blown as he finally took in the sight before him, and fuck. Oz really wasn’t allowing much to the imagination with that shirt open like that.

What kind of attention had this beauty been given to think he wouldn't look stunning in something so revealing? "I think you look delicious," he said frankly, reaching out to lightly skim his fingers over the waistband of Bronson's skirt, fingertips brushing along his bare skin in just a hint of a tease. "It makes me wonder what you might look like in all sorts of lingerie, covering just enough to leave someone wanting more. The fantasy is intoxicating enough, but I imagine the reality of what's under the silk and lace is that much better." He skimmed his finger up Bronson's chest, up the front of his throat and under his chin to tip his face up, giving him no choice but to meet his gaze. "You are exquisite," he concluded simply.

Bronsons skin felt like it was on fire at each place that Oz touched him. His fingertips so warm against his own cool skin. He couldn’t understand how the Dom was so calm and collected while Bronson stood there barely able to hold himself together, legs threatening to buckle underneath him from just this. “I have a lot of lingerie, Sir. Sometimes, I get dressed up just for myself. I’ll just lie in bed and run my hands down my body, feeling the different fabrics.” He bit his lip as he looked at the man before him. “You’re one to talk, I mean, look at you. You’re absolutely beautiful, Sir.”

Oz wasn't blind to the way the submissive was reacting to his touch, which just made it all the more fun for him, honestly. He cocked an eyebrow at the admission, pursing his lips in thought as he tried to envision a lonely little Bronson, all dressed up with no one to touch him like he ought to be touched. "Such beauty should always be shared, even if it's in just a picture," he hinted, winking down at Bronson. He grinned, the expression warm but still predatorial in a way. "Why thank you, pretty one. I do try," he said, running his thumb along Bronson's jaw. "Now I know I mentioned your reward for helping me unpack, but I really think you've earned one just for dressing up so beautifully for me. What do you think?"

Bronson smiled back, feeling a bit more at ease as they talked back and forth. “Maybe I’ll show you my collection sometime, Sir. Maybe even try on a few different items for you…if you’d like.” The blushing on his face was now taking up permanent residence. “A reward? Oh please Sir?” Bronson knew it was silly to be so excited by the promise of something he didn’t know, but the idea of being rewarded just for dressing up made him tingle. “Please?”

"I would like that very much. My own private fashion show." It would also give him an idea of where he could contribute to this lingerie collection but that was neither here nor there. The sweet eagerness at the thought of a reward made Oz chuckle. "Yes, pretty girl, you'll get one. Come here," he hummed, tugging Bronson over to the couch. He sprawled down onto it, then tugged the sub onto his lap, urging slim thighs to straddle his own. "Good enough for a reward?" he asked teasingly, hands running over his mostly bare back.

“Just name the time and place, Sir, I’d be honored to give you one.” Bronson was happy to be feeling more confident. The submissive didn’t have time to respond to being tugged, simply allowed himself to be pulled towards the couch and settled into the man’s lap, now straddling him. He had to admit that he fit quite nicely on top of Oz. “It’s very nice, Sir.” Bronson whispered out before settling in closer, allowing himself to almost melt into the gentle hands on his back. “I like this, being held.”

He liked how Bronson basically melted into him, and he had to wonder if the sub was touch starved or if this was just how he reacted to being touched at all times. "Beautiful things should always be held close and appreciated," he hummed, tracing the lines of Bronson's bralette over his ribs and shoulders. "So tell me about yourself, pretty girl. What should I know about you?"

Bronson closed his eyes for a moment, just allowing himself to bask in the moment, fully taking in what he was experiencing. He had so desperately needed this, to just be with a Dominant and be shown kindness. “Well I’m not that interesting, Sir. Um, my dads the headmaster, I’m sure you’ve figured that out by the last name, and um, well I really like nature. Although I don’t get out much, I really like to hike and just look at the different plants and stuff. There’s actually some really cool plants around here!” The boy couldn’t help but smile as he spoke about things he enjoyed. “What about you? What do you like?”

Oz tutted when Bronson insisted he wasn't interesting. "Everyone's interesting. It's just a matter of finding the right things," he insisted. The smile on his lips was worth the question, even if he did honestly want to know more about this captivating submissive. "I've never gotten into hiking myself - I'm not particularly a great outdoors person - but I can see the appeal of being out in nature. And flowers are beautiful to look at, that I can agree on." He stroked along the waist of his skirt at the back this time, smoothing down the soft material of his skirt. "I enjoy fashion and art. Parties. All the things society has to offer."

“I just don’t have many interests that I’ve found yet I guess.” Bronson nodded, happy to hear that they at least had a shared interest in flowers. “Oh! Maybe I can pick you some! There’s some really pretty ones in this meadow I found out back behind this field! I could find you some and maybe bring them to you! If you’d like?” The idea of bringing the Dominant flowers excited Bronson, made him feel like he had something to offer. “I like fashion too. I like to dress up, and be pretty. If you like parties, you’ve come to the right place. We actually just had one a couple weeks ago. Though it was more of an orgy.”

"That's okay. Life is meant for exploring, so you have plenty of time to discover things you're interested in," he said with a grin. Oz brought one hand up to cup his cheek, thumb running along his cheekbone. "I would love that, pretty girl. Help me bring some color to this drab place," he said with a mock groan, rolling his eyes dramatically. One brow quirked over lightly glittered eyes. "An orgy? Well now. That just sounds right up my alley. Did you participate in this orgy, little one?" he asked, that predatory grin back on his lips.

Bronson simply nodded, happy to hear a perspective that wasn’t telling him to start finding his way now. The sub leaned into Oz’s hand, resting against it comfortably as he stroked his cheek. “I bet you like blues and purples. Am I right?” At the question, his face and neck flushed, Bronson desperately wanted to hide his face. “Um…yes, Sir. I did. With a couple partners. I performed oral for two different people.”

"You would be right about that. Jewel tones are my favorite, though pastels have their place. Blue is my favorite color though," he agreed. He could feel Bronson's skin heat under his touch, that blush lovely as it splashed across his cheeks. "You did, hm? Did you like doing that, using your mouth to please others for anyone to see?" Oz leaned in, touching his nose to Bronson's sweetly.

“I bet you look gorgeous in pastels. Though this blue shirt is…amazing on you.” Bronson allowed himself to touch the fabric that laid on the man’s body, feeling it under his soft palms. “I did,” he answered. “I like when people watch me. It makes me excited, but also a little humiliated.”

Oz chuckled lightly. "I can't pull off pastels but thank you." He arched subtly into the touch on his chest, hands skimming down Bronson's sides to rest on his hips. "Does it now? Excited but humiliated... hmm. So... is it safe to assume that a pretty girl like you likes to be a little slut from time to time?" Oz asked, nudging their noses together again.

“Well, lucky for us, I can. So how about I handle the pastel wearing. That way you can still appreciate the beauty of pastels?” Bronson let a confident smirk slip through before glancing down at Oz’s hands on his hips. “Oh…yes. I like that a lot. Being slutty, being called a slut. Makes me wet and I lose control.”

"I'm sure I'll appreciate them even more when you're wearing them," Oz agreed. The confidence was sexy on Bronson, he had to admit. Maybe he could find ways to bring more of that out. "Lose control? Now that's an interesting prospect," he hummed, stroking the soft material of his skirt down over his thighs. "I bet you look so sexy when you're needy and dripping, don't you, pretty one? Do you just get so desperate to have your mouth on something that you'd suck the first cock that came along?"

“Maybe. Or on your floor.” Bronson wasn’t sure what came over him, maybe it was feeling Oz run his hands along his thighs, or his calming voice, but he liked it. “Yes, Sir. I’ll suck anyones cock. Or put my tongue on any body part they’re kind enough to let me touch. Sometimes I just need to taste someone, their skin, their sweat.” Absentmindedly, Bronsons tongue slid out to lick his lower lip. “I really like eating men out. Even though I don’t do it to loosen them up, I like having them sit on my face. It adds to the humiliation.”

"I bet your clothes would look best there anyway," Oz agreed, enjoying this side of Bronson that seemed to be coming out. His hands snuck under the sub's skirt, running along his bare thighs above the tops of his socks. "Is that right? Any part of their body? And what if you were offered... someone's sweaty pit, hm? Would you dive right in, dirty baby?" he asked, tugging Bronson even closer to press their hips together. "Hmm... so if I told you I wanted to throw you on the floor and make you eat my pussy for hours, how wet would those panties of yours get?"

“I agree.” Bronson bit his lip, keeping his eyes locked on Oz’s hands as they now slid underneath his skirt. “Mhm, any part.” He nodded eagerly. “I love pits, the sweatier the better…” Bronson swallowed hard as he was pulled in, his hips now meeting Oz’s. “Fuck. So fucking wet, Sir.” He ground his hips down, allowing the Dominant to feel his wetness and hardness that was forming. “Hours…That’s so long. My tongue would be tired after.”

“You’re such a dirty girl… but I’ll have to have you over some time when I’m back from the gym so you can lick my pits clean,” he said almost off handedly. Oz rocked back up into Bronson, letting him feel just how much this was effecting him too. “It would be but you would love every second, wouldn’t you, sweet thing? You’d take it and beg for more once I got up.”

“I am…please? I’d love that so much. To clean you with my tongue.” Bronson allowed himself to lean in a bit, a gasp escaping his throat when he felt Oz’s hardness against him. “Yes, Sir. I’d want to lay there all day if it meant I could make you feel good. If it meant I could taste you.” Bronson didn’t even realize that he was rocking back and forth now, practically humping the man below him.

“I think I can make that happen, filthy girl. Then maybe I’ll paint this pretty face with my load and send you to bed wet and wanting. Now that sounds fun.” His hands were still under Bronson’s skirt, encouraging the way he was humping down on his lap like the sweetest bitch in heat. God he wanted to fuck him so bad already. “What else would you do for the chance to taste me, pretty slut? How bad do you want to lick my pussy or suck my cock?”

“Whatever you want, Sir. I want you to use me.” Bronsons mouth fell slightly open as he began to let short moans out, the feeling of his hardening cock against the lace panties giving him the best friction possible. “So…so badly, Sir. I’d do anything you ask me to. I’d get on my knees and beg, fuck.” His breath hitched as a bead of precum made its way down his own shaft. “I’m wet, Sir…I’m so wet just thinking about tasting you.”

He did love desperate little things. Bronson’s eager rocking and breathy voice was just doing things to him but he wanted to see how far he could push him. “You really are a filthy slut, getting wet just from humping my lap. Get some on your fingers and let me taste how dirty you are, pretty thing.” Oz gave in to temptation and slid his hands around, cupping Bronson’s lush ass in his palms.

The blush crept up once again when Oz pointed out what he was doing, Bronson now aware that he’d been humping him. But he didn’t stop. Instead, he reached in between the two and into his own panties, collecting a bit of precum. He did his best not to stroke himself though he was so desperate for it. His fingers were coated in the white-ish thick liquid, and he presented it to Oz with a smirk on his face. “I told you, Sir. I get wet so easily. I’m almost always wet, I’m always ruining panties.”

“A dirty slut who blushes? You are just an enigma, aren’t you?” Oz licked his lips as he watched Bronson obey, his fingers soaked when he brought them out of his panties. Holding eye contact, he leaned in, sucking Bronson’s fingers into his mouth, making sure to lick up every drip with his dexterous tongue. He dragged the barbell through it against the sub’s skin before letting the wet digits go with a pop. “You taste sweet for such a horny slut. I’m not surprised you ruin panties though. Needy bitches can’t control themselves, can they?”

Bronson once again felt his neck heat up at Oz’s words. He knew that he was sensitive to how others spoke to him, it made him react in certain ways others might not, it was a blessing and a curse. But i’m this case, he knew it was a blessing. Watching the Dominant suck on his fingers, feeling his tongue against them made his own cock twitch. He was picturing how good that tongue might feel swirling around the tip of his dick, and it was almost too much. “I can’t…I can’t control myself. I have to cage my cock most days or else I know that I’d have to leave class just to play with myself.” Bronson hung his head after the admission.

Oz instantly tucked his fingers under Bronson’s chin to tilt his head back up, leaning in to finally plant a firm kiss on lush lips. “There’s no shame in being a needy slut, pretty one. You just can’t help thinking about things that get your pussy wet,” he hummed. “Sounds to me like you need someone else to take control and tell you when you can play with yourself, don’t you, good girl?” Another feather light kiss on the sub’s lips. “Someone to bend you over and fuck your pussy so good you don’t know which way is up, and leave you stuffed full of cum.”

Bronson returned the kiss, his breath leaving his body for a moment. “I do. I need someone to take control, to tell me what to do and when I can do…that.” He licked his lip before kissing back once more. “I love being stuffed…feeling so full of cum that I can’t hold it in. Makes me feel so dirty knowing that I was used like that, Sir.”

“When you can do what, little one? Use your words.” He groaned softly hearing that. Oz wasn’t playing careful anymore. He hooked his hands under Bronson’s thighs, lifting him easily to carry him towards his room. “How many loads do you think your greedy hole can take before it just overflows, slut? Dirty little princess,” he crooned, tossing Bronson onto his bed before slipping out of his shirt, deep golden skin on display.

Before Bronson answered, Oz lifted him in the air like he weighed nothing. He let out a squeal, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck before being thrown on the bed. “When I can touch myself Sir. I want to be told when I can do that.” Bronson wasn’t exactly sure when he got so bold, but he was proud of himself for speaking up. “Oh god. i don’t know how many. But I want to find out.” The boy kept his eyes locked on Oz, mouth watered at the sight before him, the shirtless Dominants toned body just made Bronson want to jump out of the bed and pepper him with kisses and licks but he knew better.

“Good girl. Whenever you’re under my orders, you’re forbidden to touch yourself without permission. No matter how wet your pussy gets or how many panties you ruin. Understood?” Oz yanked Bronson’s skirt off and tossed it aside, leaving him in panties and his bralette and those damn socks on his bed. Fuck was he a vision. “You will. Maybe I’ll watch a few of those loads get fucked into your messy little hole too,” he hummed, shoving his thighs apart and kneeling on the bed between them. “Get you all sweet and fucked stupid, little princess. Until all you can think about is the next cock in your hole or the next pussy on your face.” Oz rubbed at his own chest, thumbing each nipple teasingly before beckoning. “Get up here and suck my tits, slut. Show me how badly you need something in your mouth.”

Bronson nodded understandingly, happy to hear that Oz was so eager to give him those orders already. “Yes, Sir. Won’t touch touch myself.” He allowed his skirt to be removed. Allowed being a loose term as the Dom had practically ripped it off him, but he didn’t mind, in fact, he loved it. He loved being manhandled and thrown around like this. “Already halfway there. I think about cock and pussy pretty much all day everyday, Sir.” It was true. Bronson was practically insatiable, and he was proud to admit that to Oz. At the permission to finally touch him, Bronson sat up and attached his mouth to the Doms left nipple, taking the bud into his mouth and sucking, flicking it with his tongue as he felt it hardening in his mouth.

Oz chuckled at that, the sound low and almost cruel. "That's not surprising. Sluts like you always have sex on the brain. Pretty little head empty of everything but where your next fuck is coming from," he crooned, running his fingers through Bronson's hair. He groaned low in his throat, eyes fluttering shut as the sub started to work his nipples. "Jesus, you weren't kidding. Needy princess," he teased, one hand still on Bronson's head, the other moving to pluck at the sub's chest through his flimsy bralette.

Bronson absolutely loved this, feeling like nothing but a stupid sex fanatic. He continued to work Oz’s left nipple, sucking and licking it until he felt he’d gotten it hard enough. He pulled off with an obscene smile, leaving a string of spit connecting his lips to the still hard bud. The boy moved to the right side now, copying his same work, moaning around the nipple as he tasted the sensitive skin. “Always needy, always wet and hard.” Bronson pulled away now, looking up through lust filled eyes and cherry red lips.

Oz idly continued to tug at Bronson’s nipples as his own were so well tended to. He’d truly lucked out meeting this luscious creature almost immediately upon arriving. “Just like a slut should be,” he praised, running his fingers through soft hair. “Needy, wet, hard and ready to be used. Empty headed and horny.” Oz touched his lips lightly, pinching the wet, swollen flesh. “Gonna beg to get these cocksucking lips on my dick, princess? I want your panties utterly ruined before I even think of touching your needy cunt.”

Bronson could feel himself sinking further into this role of a slut, just like Oz wanted him to be, and just like he wanted. He so desperately wanted to please the other man, bring him all the pleasure in the world and just let him use his body however he saw fit. “Yes, Sir. Please? Please let me suck your cock? I need it. Need to have my mouth around you…have my throat raw from being fucked by your cock.” Bronson could only imagine what he looked like right now, utterly wrecked and they’d only just begun.

His fingers slid around to soft hair, tugging Bronson's head back slightly to expose the slender line of his neck. Oz leaned in to lick along the soft skin, nipping firmly at his pulse point just to hear him squeal. "I don't know if I'm convinced yet, princess. That you've earned a taste of this," he hummed, his free hand moving one of Bronson's to rest over his own bulge, the swollen length obvious under soft silk and tight denim.

Bronson let out a groan as his head was tugged back, skin being licked and nipped at. He felt drunk just from the man’s tongue. “Please…” He was so desperate, even more now that he felt the bulge under Oz’s pants. It wasn’t enough, he wanted to see it, to feel it without the pants in the way. “Please, Sir? Please let me taste you?” Bronson began to hump again, desperate for any sort of friction against his aching cock.

The sweet, brokenly desperate tone made Oz's cock twitch under Bronson's touch. He chuckled when the sub started to hump against his thigh, not even blinking before reaching around to lay a firm slap on his ass. "If you're sucking my cock, princess, your focus better be on that, and not what your greedy pussy wants. Understood?" He got up carefully, peeling off his skinnies and leaving him in just the deep jewel blue silk thong, his cock barely contained in the material. "Think you can manage to focus?"

Bronson stoped humping as soon as he felt the slap on his ass, his eyes brought back up to meet Oz’s. “Yes, Sir. I can focus.” He sat back and watched carefully as the Dom stripped himself of his jeans now left in just his thong. The boys mouth watered at the sight, and he wanted nothing more than to place his mouth on him. “Oh fuck…please let me taste you? Let me make you feel good…wanna make you feel good.”

The clear, hungry desire on the sub's face was a huge ego stroke, and Oz couldn't help the smirk that crossed his lips. "Fine. But any waver of concentration and you'll have to earn it all over again, understood?" Oz eased the front of his thong down, his slender, firm member swinging free, and he wrapped a hand around the base to tap it against Bronson's cheeks. "Open up, princess," he growled.

Bronson breathed a sigh of relief, so happy that his begging had worked. He watched as the man released himself from the thong, long member now on display before him. “I understand, Sir. I’ll be so good.” He licked his lips excitedly before opening wide, his tongue slipping out slightly to hopefully get a sneak taste as his eyes fluttered shut.

He shifted his hips and pressed firmly into Bronson's mouth, groaning low in his throat as his cock sank into that perfectly wet heat. Oz laid one hand on the sub's cheek, the other going to his hair, holding his head as he rocked shallowly into Bronson's mouth. "Mm, yes, this is what you're meant for. A pretty little whore only satisfied with a dick between her lips," he hummed, his fingers stroking Bronson's cheek in an almost mocking way.

Bronson kept his eyes shut as he allowed himself to fully enjoy the sensations of what was happening in his mouth. Oz felt so heavy on his tongue, but the taste of skin was so enticing that he wanted more. He knew to hold back, not to try for more, to not be greedy. Instead, he hummed against the length that was in his mouth, eyes now open as he looked up to see Oz moving almost painfully slowly in and out of his mouth.

The sight of those soft eyes opening and looking up at him made Oz groan again. He kept eye contact, pushing his cock in deeper, slow still. Only when they fluttered shut again did he draw his hips back, starting to fuck those pretty, lush lips properly. "Suck it good, princess, and I might even think about sticking it in that sopping pussy of yours. I bet a needy girl like you would love to earn two loads from this cock, wouldn't you?"

Bronson moaned around the cock that was now moving at a much better pace, much more to his liking. He hollowed out his cheeks, swirling his tongue around the head of Oz’s cock completely prepared to give the Dom a good show. It was only when he mentioned the idea of fucking him that Bronson felt his own length twitch inside his panties, a bead of precum forming a circle of wetness in the front that he knew was visible. He simply nodded his head, so desperate to just be stuffed and filled with cum.

His grip in Bronson's hair tightened a bit, holding his head in place to fuck more properly into that sweet mouth. Oz licked his lips, pushing himself deeper, feeling the resistance at the opening of his throat. "Come on, filthy princess, let me in," he growled out, stroking over his cheek again. "You want that throat of yours fucked raw? So raw you can barely scream when I wreck that sloppy hole of yours? Swallow my cock like a good slut."

Bronson took a few breaths through his nose and swallowed a couple times, willing his throat to relax so that Oz could slip down. Finally, he felt him, felt his length cut off his oxygen supply almost completely if he hadn’t mastered nose breathing. He was sure that Oz could see his own cock in his throat from his view, it was all Bronson could feel. The sub brought his hands up to the man’s chest, just placing them there gently as he looked up, completely wrecked as he held the Dominants cock so deep inside him.

A low moan rumbled in his throat as he felt his length slide into Bronson's. The gentle bulge he could see sticking out on the front of his neck was incredibly arousing. Cradling his head, Oz looked down, watching closely as his cock worked in and out of swollen lips, his balls slapping lightly against Bronson's chin with each thrust. He pulled back after a few particularly deep thrusts, slapping his wet cock against his lips. "Jesus, look at you. You're so cock drunk already," he whispered.

Bronson continued to suck him down, breathing through his nose as his throat was entirely filled with the man’s cock. A raspy whine left his mouth as Oz pulled out, his tongue following the cock almost as if he was trying to chase it. “Need it,” his voice was raspy, words slurring. “Need your cock, Sir. Please? Been such a good girl for you.”

"Such a fucking slut," he rasped, shaking his head like he was laughing. But, he thrust back into Bronson's mouth, not holding back now as he fucked the sub's mouth with little mercy. Oz held his head with both hands, grunting with effort, his thighs beginning to tremble as his orgasm edged closer. "You ready to swallow it down, filthy princess?" he grunted, the words almost a growl.

Bronson didn’t have time to react before Oz pushed his way back inside, making Bronsons eyes roll back into his head as he began to choke and gag around the cock in his throat. He loved being used like this, like he was nothing more than a hole to be fucked and used. The boy nodded the best he could, moaning in response. There was nothing more he wanted than to taste Oz’s cum, to swallow every drop of him down.

It didn't take much longer before Oz was arching, thrusting deep into Bronson's mouth as his orgasm hit. Hot cum flooded from his length, and he had the presence of mind to pull back a bit so most of his load would land on the sub's tongue and not just down his throat. "Fuck, such a... cum hungry little s-slut," he hissed out, letting out a rough breath when pleasure finally subsided from him, leaving him breathing hard.

Bronsons eyes opened wide at the sudden taste of cum on his tongue as Oz pulled back a little. He savored it for a moment, letting it just sit in his mouth as he hummed at the taste before swallowing down the Dominants load. “Thank you, Sir.”

"Mm... you're welcome, princess, is that better? Feel better with a load down your throat?" He tugged his thong back up over his spent member before sprawling onto his bed, tugging Bronson up to lay beside him. "Your mouth is just made to be fucked, you know that?"

Bronsons throat was already feeling the affects of being fucked as he laid down next to Oz, taking deep breaths to try and bring himself back down. “Feel much better. Mhm, I know. I wish I could get fucked all the time.”

One hand slid down Bronson's back to cup his ass, slowly kneading the firm cheek. "Does being plugged up help? I know it's not a big cock in your pussy, but it's something. Something to keep you focused," he hummed, free hand once more moving to toy with his nipples through the lace of his bralette.

Bronson nodded slowly, moving in closer to Oz as he moaned against the touches. “Mhm. I usually keep myself plugged unless a Dominant asks me to do otherwise or I just don’t feel like it. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so slutty though. Like I could just go one hour without thinking about cock or pussy.”

He shook his head and tugged the material aside so he could freely toy with his nipples. "Nothing wrong with being a needy slut, princess. It just means you need to be fucked good on the regular so you can focus a little more. Or - you just need a Dominant who wants you naked and bent over at every moment so you can be used," Oz said with a smirk.

Bronson laid back a bit so that Oz had better access to his nipples, letting out little mewls every now and again as he touched the sensitive skin. “You don’t think I’m too needy? Sometimes I worry I’m too needy. But I like being used and fucked. And pleasing people too. God I love that, getting to watch a Dominant cum and knowing I was the one who did it.”

"Too needy? Fuck no," he said firmly, sealing the admission with another warm kiss to swollen lips. "Anyone who would call a pretty, eager little whore like you too needy is a fucking idiot. If they think you're too needy, they just need to shove their dick down your throat or your face in their pussy. Problem solved."

Bronson smiled as he returned the kiss, his hands placed gently on Oz’s shoulders. “Oh well…I wouldn’t be opposed to anyone doing that, Sir. I’m fact I might even encourage it.” He chuckled softly. “Thank you for reassuring me.”

"Good to know. If you're ever feeling especially needy, you know who to get in touch with, princess. I'll take one for the team and fuck your sweet throat raw any day of the week," he said with a grin. "You should always be your best self. Whatever makes you feel like you're thriving. If that's being a cock hungry slut in need of a mouthful of cum, you do you, boo."

“So charitable, Sir.” he said teasingly at the offer. “I like this, getting to be myself with you. I felt so comfortable from the second I walked in here in my skirt and bralette. Plus you making me feel like a little whore certainly didn’t hurt. I think Im going to wear that title more proudly.”

"I know, I'm so generous. It's amazing I haven't been considered for sainthood," he teased back. Oz smiled, stroking Bronson's cheek. "I love hearing that, princess. You wear that title like a fucking sash at a pageant. If anyone has a problem with it, they can go fuck themselves. I'll have more fun fucking you." He rolled to lay on top of Bronson, laying between his thighs and pressing his hands up to pin them on either side of his head.

“I think maybe this could be your consideration. Should we submit you? I will, Sir. I’m proud to be a whore.” Bronson smirked before gasping as he was suddenly pinned underneath Oz. “Fuck. you can’t just do that, Sir. Need a warning.”

He raised an eyebrow, leaning down to nuzzle Bronson's throat. "Why can't I do that, princess? You don't like being trapped under me?" he teased, licking at warm skin.

Bronsons head fell back, leaning against the soft bed as he felt Oz’s tongue against his neck. “I…do. But not fair…not fair when you don’t warn me.” The submissive’s hands found their way to lace into Oz’s hair, holding him still against his neck as he so desperately tried to keep his hips from bucking up, now remembering just how hard he was.

Oz chuckled richly and continued to nuzzle and lick at his neck. "I think I get to decide what's fair right now, princess," he hummed. Both hands slid down the sides of his body, keeping him pinned to the bed as he nibbled along the side of his throat. "Is it not fair that I want to fuck your greedy pussy too?"

It was taking everything in him to not thrust up, to not try and grind into the man on top of him, but he so desperately needed that friction. “Need it…need you in me, please, Sir? I’m so hard and I can’t handle it.”

"Oh is that right?" Oz leaned up slightly, looking down at Bronson with a smirk, slowly rubbing his hips forward to grind against the sub. "You need it? What about what I need, filthy princess?"

Bronson let out a moan as he finally felt contact on his cock, but it wasn’t enough. “You’re right, your needs come first, Sir. I’m just a slut here for you to use.” He looked up at the other man, eyes welling with tears as he spoke. He was so overwhelmed but he was absolutely loving this.

"That's right. You're here for my use, slut, all of your holes are meant for me," he crooned. "Take off your bra, I want to see those tits of yours while I fuck your pussy," Oz ordered. "Do you want to keep your panties on or off?"

Bronson nodded before reaching around himself to undo the clasp on his bra, throwing it to the floor. “I want you to rip them off of me. Please, Sir? Make me feel dirty.”

He cocked an eyebrow. "You really are a naughty little whore, aren't you?" he said, delight obvious in his tone. Oz got up and yanked Bronson to the edge of the bed, gripping his panties to pull them off forcefully, the delicate material indeed ripping under his grip. "Spread your legs, I want to see that slutty hole of yours you're dying to get fucked."

Bronson smiled excitedly as he was pulled to the edge of the bed, panties ripping off of him and apart from the force. His pulse had to have been going a mile a minute at this point as he spread his legs just like instructed, revealing his pink, perfectly waxed hole. His cock had been dripping precum all night, leaving a line of wetness in between his legs and down his crack right on top of the hole. “I’m so wet, Sir. So wet and tight.”

"Damn... I see that, you're so messy already. I wonder how much better this hole will look when it's dripping with my cum," he mused, running his thumbs along the valley between the sub's cheeks, teasing his hole. Oz reached over for the lube he'd stored in his nightstand - priorities - and coated his fingers still, one pressing easily into Bronson's hole. "Do you think this tight little pussy can take my cock, princess?"

Bronson kept his eyes down, watching Oz’s hand as he worked his way down to his hole. “I think so, but you’re so big, Sir. My throat still hurts from being fucked. I’m going to have to be stretched so much to take you.” He sighed as the man slid a finger inside, but it wasn’t enough, he needed more as he pushed down, trying to get more of Oz.

Another finger followed quickly, pressing into Bronson and stretching him open for what they both were craving so badly. "You'll adjust, naughty sluts stretch open easily to take cock. It's what you're made for. To look pretty and get fucked stupid," Oz insisted, scissoring his fingers inside of his tight hole. "Play with your nipples while I'm getting you ready, whore."

Bronson  nodded. “Yes, Sir. I was made for this. To be used as a fuck toy.” Listening to the command, he brought his hands up to his chest and began to play with his own nipples, twisting and pinching them to get them hard, still keeping his eyes on what Oz was doing to him. “Can I touch myself Sir?”

He cocked his head. "Are you not touching yourself right now? You're doing exactly what I want you to be doing, and that's all that should matter," Oz smirked. A third finger slid in, stretching Bronson wide, the gape making the Dom groan happily. "And a reminder? Good little whores don't cum without permission."

Bronson whined a bit, his cock still sitting between the two of them untouched. “Yes, Sir. You’re right.” The third finger slipped in, stretching his hole and making him groan with pleasure and pain. “Oh fuck, please! Need to feel you inside…Need to be stuffed.”

Oz dripped more lube onto Bronson's hole as he fucked him roughly with three fingers, making sure he was properly stretched for his renewed erection. He eased them out, using the slick to stroke his own cock before teasing the head against Bronson. "Tell me again, slut. How bad do you need this cock in your wet little hole?"

Bronson bit his lip, willing himself to not reach down and stroke his aching cock. “I need it so badly, Sir. I’m such a whore, such a cock slut, and sluts need to be filled with cum!” He begged, staring right at the man above him who’s fingers were now stroking his own cock, teasing his hole. “Please fill my slutty hole?”

He let out a chuckle before pushing his hips forward, finally driving his length into Bronson's stretched hole. Oz let out a low moan as tight heat wrapped around his cock, his thrusts deep and dirty to sink fully into the gorgeous submissive. "God, you're so tight for a whore," he growled out, hands pressing down on Bronson's thighs to force his legs open wider.

Bronsons eyes went wide, his body feeling like it was being stretched in two even after being fingered open. “Oh fuck! Thank you, thank you so much!” He helped Oz by opening his legs for him, practically doing a split on the bed. “Feels so good being full, Sir. You feel so nice and big inside me.”

Oz smirked, breathing hard as he thrust his hips deep into the gorgeous boy under him. "Yeah? Fucking slut like you should always be stuffed full of cock. I bet you'd just bend over for any dick that got waved your way, wouldn't you, princess?" His body slapped hard against Bronson's ass with every shove of his hips, pushing deep inside of him and quite enjoying how it made his dick jump every time.

Bronson nodded in agreement. “Yes, Sir! I would, I’d lift up my skirt and let any cock fuck me whenever!” He kept looking between Oz and back down at the cock sliding inside of him. The boy was a groaning, writhing mess on the bed. “God, you fill me up so good, I could stay like this for hours!”

He didn't let up as he kept pounding into Bronson's beautiful hole, sweat beading at his temples from the effort. "Hours, huh? This little thing can hold out for that long?" Oz teased, shifting his hand to stroke lightly over the sub's wet cock.

“Mhm,” Bronson responded as Oz started to touch his cock, his breath hitching in his throat. “Yes…I can hold out for so long, so good at edging myself. I practice all the time.”

One brow arched over an evil looking smirk. "Well that just sounds like a challenge." Reaching down, Oz wrapped his hands around Bronson's hips, urging them up higher, nearly holding his ass off of the bed as he continued pounding into him relentlessly.

Bronson allowed himself to be lifted up a bit, feeling closer against Oz as he started to get fucked even harder. “Oh fuck, fuck me hard, don’t hold back, Sir! Want you to break me!”

He kept shifting the angle of his hips, trying to find that spot that he knew would make Bronson scream. The desire to break this pretty boy was strong, to shatter him into pieces and put him back together again. "Exactly what good little sluts should want, to be totally - fuck, fucked out!"

Bronson suddenly felt it, Oz angled perfectly and he felt the head of the man’s cock hit his prostate at a punishing pace. “Oh fuck!” His eyes flew open wide and he reached up and grabbed for the man above him, trying to hold onto something. “Please, please don’t hold back, Sir!”

A smug chuckle spilled from his lips when Bronson's eyes flew open like they did, his body suddenly tensing and shaking under his own. "Never planned on it, princess," he grunted, continuing to pound into the pretty little thing, wanting to absolutely wreck him.

Each time that Oz hit his prostate, Bronson let out a loud whine, his body sending blood to his already rock hard cock that he didn’t think could get any more hard but it was trying to. His breathing was matching each thrust inside of him, hands now pressed firmly on Oz’s back as he held him tightly against his own body. “Oh god…”

Oz leaned over slightly, flexing his hips in a dirty grind deep inside the beautiful boy. "Feeling good, pretty slut? You sound like such a whore when you're this full of cock," he purred, dipping his head down to bite at one of Bronson's nipples.

Bronson felt his eyes roll back into his head as he allowed himself to fully be in the moment. "Yes...feel so good, Sir...you make me feel so good." He was a moaning mess on the bed, his cock still completely rock hard and leaking between the two of them, the only friction coming from Oz's body as he leaned down on top of him. "Sir!" He screamed out at the others teeth now clamping down on his nipple, the pain mixed with the pleasure sending him over the edge.

He chuckled at the sounds, low and breathless. "Can you finish just like this for me, princess? Just with my cock in your hole?" Oz picked up his pace, pounding into Bronson as hard as he could, his thighs straining with the effort.

Bronson thought before answering, "Never done it before, Sir, but if you keep hitting my prostate I think I can." he laughed a bit, still breathless as the man pounded into him. "Want you to fill me up..."

"Challenge accepted," he huffed, grinning. Oz leaned over a bit, reaching down to tilt Bronson's hips in just the right angle so he could continue abusing his prostate in the best possible way. "Let me feel your tight little pussy squeeze my cock, princess, show me how hungry you are to be filled up."

Bronson allowed himself to be moved around, his prostate now being hit with each thrust in. "Oh god..." A familiar tightness was forming in his lower stomach and he could feel himself getting close. "Sir...harder...need you to fuck me as hard as you can, I'm so fucking close. I want to be bruised on my ass by your balls while I cum."

He was breathing hard with how much effort he was putting in to fucking the gorgeous sub, his abs clenched and thighs trembling. "Come on, filthy girl. I thought you were desperate to get cock, now show me how much you love getting fucked like the slut you are," he purred , fingertips digging into Bronson's ass where he was holding him.

Bronsons eyes were wide, mouth dropped open as he came, completely untouched. He looked down between them at his own cock as the white liquid spurt out onto his stomach and chest. His hole clenched around Oz's cock and he knew that he was completely wrecked in this moment, unsure how he'd come back from it. His breathing was unsteady as he was shocked by how much cum he was able to produce simply from the dirty talk and his prostate being hit just right.

The sight of Bronson coming undone under him coupled with the tight, warm grip of his muscles around his own length was more than enough to push him over the edge. Oz let out a guttural groan as he came hard, pumping his load deep inside the beautiful sub. Shuddering breaths pushed from his chest, hips twitching in aftershocks and sweat trickling down his forehead. "Holy shit, princess," he whispered shakily, leaning over and kissing his chest, licking up some of the sub's release.

Bronsons arms and legs went completely limp, falling to the side of his body as he looked up at Oz. The man's cum shooting inside of him made him groan, but he was too far gone to fully respond. He simply moaned, eyes slowly blinking as he stared.

Now wasn't that a sight. The vacant look in Bronson's eyes was a bit concerning at first, but he was so limp and looked so satisfied that Oz wasn't super worried. Carefully, he eased his cock out of the sub, using all of the strength he had left to shift Bronson onto the bed more fully. Oz climbed up beside him, wrapping his arms around the sub and holding him against his chest. "Such a good girl, princess... you look so hot covered in cum," he whispered, reaching down to swipe up some of his own load that was trickling from Bronson's hole, bringing his wet fingers to the sub's lips for him to clean.

Bronson felt weightless as Oz moved him further up the bed, practically cradling him in his arms. He still couldn't find his words, only able to mumble in response, but when he felt the man's fingers at his swollen hole, then pushing at his lips, he eagerly let his tongue slide out, welcoming the sweet, yet tangy tasting white liquid onto his tongue. He moaned around the fingers as he pulled them in, sloppily suckling and slurping almost as if he hadn't eaten in days.

Oz scooped up another fingerful of his load to feed to the boy, enjoying the way he so hungrily slurped it down. “Good girl. I bet you feel so much better with a full load in your pussy, hm? Pretty little princess, dripping and sweet,” he cooed, leaning down again to lick over the streak of cum cooling on Bronson’s nipple.

Bronson swallowed the mouthful he had before eagerly accepting another scoop. The boy nodded, moaning happily. "Mhm... so good." He spoke so softly, words slurred. His whole body was overstimulated but he wouldn't ask for it any other way as Oz licked at his nipple, his eyebrows furrowed together.

“Good girl.” He kissed his chest, his neck and finally those beautifully swollen lips. “Just relax and come back to me, hm? I’ve got you,” Oz assured him in a whisper.

Bronson nodded at the request before he returned the kiss, his eyes still shut even after the man pulled away. He took a few more deep breaths and tried to will himself back. "Hi," the boy said as he slowly opened his eyes after what felt like hours.

Oz just petted over Bronson gently, easing the sub back down from his high. He smiled at him, brushing hair back from his forehead. “Hi, princess. You back with me?”

Bronson took a deep breath and nodded. "I think so. That's never happened before. I'm sorry, I didn't know that was going to happen."

“You’re fine, honey. Did it feel good?” he asked, his voice soft to not overwhelm the sub.

"It felt so good. Felt like I wasn't here, but that I was here just not in my body. Does that make sense?" Bronson looked up at Oz, his face scrunched up as he tried to work out his own words.

Oz leaned in to kiss the tip of his scrunched up nose. “It does. Sounds like you dropped into sub space. That hasn’t happened before?”

Bronson chuckled a bit at the kiss. "Never." He shook his head for emphasis.  "Never been fucked like that before or been talked to like that, at least not that much without a Dominant stopping in the middle to ask me if I was okay. I was okay, by the way. I would've stopped you if I wasn't."

“I would hope you would. That’s part of the mutual trust, princess. Your safeowrds are there for a reason,” Oz reminded him, kissing his cheek.

"I promise I would. I'm always good at stopping when I need to." Bronson offered a reassuring smile. "I still feel all tingly. Is that normal?"

“Good girl.” He grinned at the comment, stroking over Bronson’s arm. “It can be. Once you’re feeling a little better, we can go take a shower to clean up.”

"I think I want to feel like that more." Bronson said matter of factly. "Might be a bit. My legs are jelly. You fucked me so hard."

Oz chuckled at that, shifting to lay on his side, looking down at the sub. "I'm glad to hear that. And happy to help where I can," he added, winking. "We're in no rush. And I do like seeing you all messed up."

"Of course you do, because you're the one who messed me up, Sir." Bronson teased slightly, trying to adjust his body so that he was better able to look at Oz. "I don't think I've ever been this wrecked but also felt this safe after."

He grinned shamelessly about that, running his fingers along Bronson’s messy stomach. “Good. This is how you should always feel after a scene like that. Wrecked but safe.”

Bronsons eyes followed Oz's finger before looking back up to him. "I think Im ready for that shower. I think if I sit any longer with cum all over my stomach it's going to get very hard to get off. Which if it was your cum, I'd wear it like a badge of honor, mine not so much."

Oz snorted a laugh at that. “Well I’ll make sure to give you a facial next time to properly brand you,” he teased. He slid off of the bed, reaching for the sub to help him up into his arms.

"Oh god please. Make me walk around with it all day too?" Bronson added as a bit of a tease. He watched Oz slide off the bed and reached out for the hands as he too slid down, trying to hold onto him the best he could.

“Only for you, princess,” he teased, hooking his hands under Bronson’s legs and lifting him into his arms easily, carrying him into the bathroom.

Bronson smiled at the term of endearment as he snuggled into Oz's arms, allowing himself to be carried into the bathroom. He figured he could get used to this aftercare stuff if it meant being held and carried around by Oz.

Oz carried Bronson into the bathroom, setting him carefully onto the counter. “Sit tight for a second,” he hummed, kissing his nose before moving to start the shower.

Bronson nodded as he was placed on the counter, a small giggle escaping his lips at the kiss placed on his nose. He began to shake his legs a bit, trying to get the tingling feeling to subside.

He looked over his shoulder at Bronson, grinning. “Think you can manage to stand for a shower?” he teased lightly, coming back over to stand in front of the sub.

"I think so," Bronson replied as he stood up, climbing off the counter. His legs still felt a bit shaky and the left over cum that Oz had shot inside of him ran down between his legs. "I definitely need a shower."

Oz gently wrapped his hands around Bronson’s waist to guide him to the warm shower, holding him against his chest once they were under the gentle spray. “Lean against me if you need to.”

Bronson took a deep breath, sighing as the warm water hit his chest. It began to loosen up the tight muscles that had formed from the activity that had just taken place. "Feels so good, Sir. So good."

He kissed the top of Bronson's head, letting him revel in the warm, comforting spray. "Good girl. Just relax and let me put you back together," Oz hummed, running one hand over his chest and belly to wash away the sticky, dried cum.

A lazy smile formed on Bronsons face as Oz began to run his hand along his front, cleaning away the dried on cum. He let out a relaxed hum. "You take such good care of me."

“Can’t help it. You’re so cute all fucked out and sweet,” he teased softly, making sure to dip his hand down to gently clean off Bronson’s soft member.

Bronson bit his lip as Oz touched his member, still a bit sensitive from earlier. "I really hope you can make me feel like this again. All floaty and sensitive."

He carefully turned Bronson in his arms, reaching over to grab a washcloth to gently wash his thighs and over his messy hole. “I think that could be arranged, at some point in the near future. Or multiple points”

Bronson continued to wince as his most sensitive parts were touched. "I want that so badly, even though we just got done, I'd love to go again. Maybe even explore other things."

Oz kissed his shoulder lightly, in apology for the less than pleasant sensation - but he had to be clean. "Mm. This is the first time you dropped, princess, I think we should save more exploring for later, once you've rested and eaten. We have time."

"I didn't mean right now, silly." Bronson hummed as he felt the others lips against his shoulder. "I just meant in general. I'd like to explore other kinks and things with you. If you'd like to."

He chuckled. “I’d like that very much. I think we’re a good match in that sense,” Oz said, running his hands up Bronson’s back before reaching to turn off the shower.