#sub!thomas

I cannot stop thinking of being nearly nude and blindfolded in front of my peers on the stage meant for preaching, forced to kneel with my hands tied behind my back in rough ropes so the brothers can use the sight of me like porn.

First, Thomas way of staring tugged at my heart strings right away. Look at how vunerable he looks, eating up every word Damiano sings, staring like a puppy into his eyes.

Copy pasted from my notes and barely edited.

Thomas tucks his face in his dom's neck, poorly hiding the tremor in his hips from being hard "Master, can I take my cassock off now?"

"Only if you wear what I choose." Ba'al-Zebub smirks when he feels his sub tense up

"Ah... W.. what would that be?"

...

Once again, no lights.

Pastel green panties, knee high socks, and the large suit blazer Ba'al-Zebub wears to work every day.

Thomas' hands are tied together in rough rope that guarantees burns if he struggles too much, and he's bent over Master's lap so the dom can have his way.

"Beautiful..." Something sharp drags over his taint and makes Thomas suck in a sharp breath

"I.. I don't know where you keep getting these ideas, master."

"Oh I dunno... Playboy?"

Ba'al-Zebub pulls down Thomas' panties just to spread him and watch his hole wink

"Playboy doesn't– mnhh.."

Thomas stops squirming and rests his head on the bed like a dog waiting for pets

Ba'al-Zebub retracts his claws before he spits on his subs hole and pushes two digits in roughly

"Ahh! W...warn me next time!" Thomas rocks his hips to fuck against whatever is close, which is his Master's thighs

"You love it." Ba'al-Zebub croons darkly as he begins to slowly pump his fingers

"Hhh..haa..yyess.." Thomas' eyes roll back behind his glasses from the delicious sensation of being partially filled

"Such a greedy slut... I bet I could get you to cum hands free again."

Before Thomas can childishly go

'nuh uh!' Ba'al-Zebub is already scissoring his fingers and adding magic to the tips so his toy sees stars

"Aaa..ahh!" Thomas' hips buck and he starts panting harder

"Ww..what the fuck‽ Ooh shit..." He gasps when the sudden heat turns scorching

Hot! Too hot– He's humping blindly and drunk moaning as his cock leaks in large globs

This peak feels sky high and he's sobbing by the time he's close

"Mmm..master! Mas..aahh!"

"Beg." Ba'al's fingers curl hard

"Ffuck! U-uhn–" Thomas groans and tries to think "D..daddy please let me cum?"

"Wrong." Another digit gets added and Thomas keens

"P..please let me cum oh god..." He huffs and starts babbling"

"M..master please I'll be good. I'll return your calls at w..work just please– U..unh!"

White hot release finally greets him, and any brain activity he could have had flatlines when Ba'al-Zebub cheats by touching his sacral chakra from inside.

"HhAh! Yyes!"

"Ooh, there we go.. good boy" Ba'al-Zebub praises Thomas breathlessly when he feels a warm puddle of cum forming on his thighs

"Mn.. a..aah.." Thomas sniffles and tries keeping in the tears this time, but fails as he begins weeping softly into the sheets

This happens nearly every time and Ba'al-Zebub never ceases to be confused, he removes his fingers slowly and rubs his subs back to soothe him. "Hey, hey it's alright... Breathe. Daddy's here."

When the human sobs harder from the word 'Daddy' it sort of clicks for the dom, so he chuckles.

"Shit.. agh.. s...sorry " Thomas tries hard to pull himself together by breathing deep, closing his eyes, seemingly bottling it; Ba'al-Zebub watches him get up and look guilty

He shrugs out of the blazer and sets it on the bed with something dark behind his crooked frames

"...When you're done washing off we can just... Relax. How does that sound?" Ba'al-Zebub offers softly

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Grrrhh yes! Yes let me hold your hips and stupidly fuck my knot into your puppy parts yesyesyes