suffering soiree

Vale set the shackles aside and slipped his shirt off. He climbed onto the red silk bedcover, settling himself atop the boy that lay bound and helpless beneath him. He slid his broad hands down Jonah’s slender torso, feeling the way his skin stretched over his ribs, the dip of his naval, the way his little hipbones jutted out just a bit. Jonah twitched and hissed as he touched him there. One of Vale’s hands rose to pinch lightly at one of his nipples and Jonah let out a small gasp. Vale smiled down at him. 

“Oh, pretty thing,” Sebástian mused. “You’re going to be so much fun to play with, I can already tell.” Jonah merely winced in response, trying to turn his head away. He didn’t want to have to see the Captain’s smug expression.

Sebástian kept working at him, rubbing his nipples between his fingers and tugging at them ever so slightly, relishing in the way Jonah’s back arched up into it. He thumbed at his hipbone with his other hand, rubbing slow circles on the peak of it, before replacing it with a fingernail, dragging it along his skin. Jonah’s eyes widened and he gasped in shock at the feeling—Sebástian didn’t miss the way the boy’s hips twitched upward to meet his touch. 

“Oh, so you do like a little pain,” Vale commented smugly, deepening the gesture and digging his nail in a bit harder into the dip just above the boy’s hipbone. His other hand tugged at Jonah’s nipple sharply, and the motions forced an embarrassing moan out of the boy. 

Fuck—he was giving Vale exactly what he wanted, again. Jonah bit his lip to try and hold back his reactions, but Sebástian seemed to play his body like an instrument, quickly figuring out his most sensitive areas and thoroughly exploiting them. 

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Vale cooed. “How pretty and delicate you are…” 

The Captain slowly raked his nails down Jonah’s torso, from his chest down to his naval, and smiled wide when the boy’s eyes rolled back a bit and he fucking groaned.

Jonah’s head was spinning—from the pain, from the exhaustion, he didn’t know which—but the way the Captain was touching him now was electrifying in a way he loathed. It was gentle, but dappled with just enough pain to make his body light up with little electric sparks that made it so hard to think. He wanted to resist, deep down he wanted to, but he neither had the strength left to put up a good fight nor the bravery to face the consequences of doing so. He writhed on the bed as the Captain tormented his body, wishing he could move his hands to at least cover his face and stifle the embarrassing, pathetic noises Vale was forcing out of him. 

Vale took his time exploring the boy’s reactions. He parted Jonah’s legs, spreading his knees wide and settling himself between them. Jonah’s exposed body trembled beneath him, and Vale almost laughed when the boy started whimpering.

“Wa-Wait— N-no, please— Master—“

“Sweet little stupid thing…” Vale’s voice was blissful, soft as the silk beneath Jonah’s skin. “It’s adorable you still think you have a say in anything that happens now,” Sebástian cooed, stroking his slave’s inner thighs. He started with his fingertips, so gentle it raised goosebumps over the boy’s skin. 

Gradually, he shifted to using his nails, dragging them closer and closer to that sensitive place between the boy’s thighs. Jonah’s legs were shaking harder now. Vale smiled smugly when he saw the effect he was having on his little slave’s trembling, helpless body. Jonah whined as he slowly began to harden against his will, his body was betraying him again—giving in to exactly what Vale wanted. 

“Oh my,” Sebástian remarked, feigning surprise. “Seems you really like this, don’t you. And I haven’t even touched you there yet, pretty thing.” 

He leaned down over Jonah, his long honey-colored hair cascading like silk over the boy’s chest. 

“Would you like me to?” 

Jonah froze. Vale was really going to make him beg for it, wasn’t he. The bastard—he seemed hell bent on making Jonah not just an endurer, but an active participant in his own undoing, his own molestation. 

He wanted to plead with the Captain to stop—he’d already tried it so many times, but it only seemed to invigorate him further. Vale continued his ministrations over Jonah’s body as he waited patiently for an answer, twisting at the sensitive nipples on his chest and dragging slow fingernails up his inner thighs. Jonah was far from immune to it—he was panting now, the blood was rushing to his groin rapidly, and he could feel how hard he was even without seeing it. 

He felt frozen, staring wide eyed at Vale’s warm, expectant expression. Suddenly, he felt Vale’s fingers dig into the sensitive spot where his leg met his torso, tantalizingly close to his now twitching erection. He gasped and his hips jutted upward, chasing friction where there was nothing but thin air. 

Jonah’s mind flashed with the thought of what it might feel like to have the Captain’s hands wrapped around him, stroking him and playing with him until he finally released. Jonah wanted to feel good—he deserved this, right? Fuck it—maybe—

“Please!” Jonah cried—he couldn’t take the relentless teasing any longer. “Please, please, t-touch me there, Master..”

Sebástian chuckled darkly above him, his eyes narrowing with satisfaction. He wrapped a hand gently around Jonah’s length and gave him a light squeeze, delighting in the gasped moan it drew from the boy as his hips twitched up into his Master’s hand, chasing moremoremore— Oh, he was coming undone now, right into the Captain’s hands. 

One hand stayed wrapped around the boy’s pulsing erection, the other delicately pressing a fingertip up against his entrance. 

“W-wait—!” Jonah cried out. “Master, master, I, I—“ He couldn’t even think of what to say that would stop this from happening. He’d just wanted to feel good, if only for a brief moment—he’d stupidly hoped the Captain would just touch him, that he was rewarding Jonah for taking him down his throat so well. He should’ve known better. This night was always going to be about the Captain’s pleasure, nothing else. Jonah crashed back down to his place, at the lowest rung imaginable. He was a slave—he was here to please Vale, nothing more. If Jonah felt good too in the process, it was merely an accidental byproduct. 

“Oh, dear boy,” Vale pressed a little harder, smiling down at him with a mockery of gentleness. “What did I say about you having a choice?” 

Jonah blinked up at him, tears in his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Vale prodded at his entrance again—he wanted him to answer.

“Th-that I, I d-don’t— I don’t get w- one, Master,” Jonah whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to resign himself to it. This was always going to happen. There was nothing Jonah could do about it. Just be good, just be good justbegood— Just be good, and maybe he’ll be gentle.

Jonah’s lip quivered in despair as Vale reached up to grab something off of the nightstand. He held it up, and Jonah identified the object as a small bottle of oil. He felt a flicker of relief at the sight of it, despite himself. At least Vale wouldn’t try to fuck him dry. That would be infinitely worse. Jonah knew from experience that it could always be so much worse. 

Jonah watched in trepidation as Vale uncorked the bottle and poured out a little bit into the palm of his hand. He resealed the cork, settling the bottle aside before lowering his hand to stroke himself. He was already back at nearly full mast just from playing with Jonah’s body, pulling those gorgeous reactions from the boy’s tender pink lips. 

Sebástian swiped his slicked fingers across the puckered skin of Jonah’s entrance, before teasing in a fingertip past the tight ring of muscle. Jonah’s breath caught in his chest—he let out a little shocked gasp at the feeling, even though he knew it was coming. Sebástian slid his finger further, wiggling it a bit to loosen up the taut muscles inside him. Jonah gasped when he felt a second finger slide in, stretching him open and slickening his insides. 

“Aren’t you grateful I’m taking the time to do this for you, pet?” Sebástian mused, beginning to slide his fingers back and forth and teasing the boy open. 

“Hnnhhyyes, Master,” Jonah whined, his head fuzzy with the sensation. “Th-thank you, Master,” he knew what Sebástian was really asking for. He felt lightheaded, the pulsing feeling in his erection growing more and more urgent as the Captain continued to open him up. Carlisle was never this patient, Jonah truly was grateful that he was at least getting prepped first. Carlisle would just shove right into him half the time, hardly caring if his slave tore and bled and cried as he used him. Vale was being so gentle, trying to make Jonah feel good. Jonah knew he should be grateful, all things considered. It could be so much worse, he reminded himself. 

Vale had managed to work his fingers in up to the knuckles now, the rest of his hand now pressing flush up against Jonah’s skin.  He twisted his fingers a bit, looking for that one special little place that would—

“Aaahh!”  Jonah gasped suddenly when Vale’s fingertips brushed up against it, his hips twitching automatically and his hips nearly rising off the bed. 

“Mmnn, there we go,” Sebástian mused, pulling back just a bit before pressing into that spot again. 

“Hnnngaahh!—“ Jonah cried out, panting hard now as he tried to get his head to stop spinning. 

Vale jabbed at the spot again, and again, and Jonah was writhing and coming undone beneath him. 

“Haah.. hh-haah..” he panted under Vale’s fingers, his eyes lidded and glazed over. “P-please,” Jonah was far past maintaining pride now. He had none left to protect. “Please S-sir—Master!” Jonah corrected himself quickly—he was losing the ability to think around the heavy waves of electricity being forced up through his delicate body. 

“Tell me, what is it you want now, darling?” Sebástian’s voice was dripping, sickeningly sweet. 

He wanted Jonah to beg for it. An active participant. Jonah didn’t even have to think about it. 

“P-please!” He cried. “Please, M-master please, please fuck me, Master, pleease—“

Jonah’s tears streaked down his cheeks at the sheer humiliation. He didn’t want this—he didn’t—but Vale was playing his body like a violin and he was losing himself to the sensations forced upon him. 

“Mmn,” Vale hummed, more than pleased at the way his little toy was coming apart in his hands. “Good boy.. I suppose you deserve a reward after all.” 

Jonah felt the fingers slip out of him, and he felt agonizingly empty in the moments it took the Captain to wipe his fingers off on a spare handkerchief. 

Vale took a moment to lower his cock down over the boy’s stomach, smiling to himself when he saw how far it would press up inside of him once he was all the way in. It looked huge up against Jonah’s petite proportions, and it only made him all the more hungry to be inside him now. 

Jonah squirmed as Sebástian drew his tip downwards to press against his entrance. The boy’s body was slick and malleable now, and Vale bit his lip and groaned as he pressed the tip inside. 

“Haah!—” Jonah gasped sharply as Sebástian slowly pushed himself inside him. Vale breathed in deeply and relished in the tight heat, taking his time to feel Jonah’s walls clench around every inch as he invaded the boy’s body. 

“H-hurts!” Jonah cried when Vale pressed impossibly deep inside him. “M-master, it hurts— please—“ 

“Sh, shhh,” Vale hushed him, pausing his movements for a moment to stroke Jonah’s face with his hand. “It’ll be okay, you’ll be okay. Just relax for me darling, and it will feel good soon. I promise.” 

Sebástian’s voice was like thick, sweet honey in Jonah’s ears, and he whined in protest but knew he couldn’t do anything to stop his Master. He squirmed at the intrusion as Vale began to press in further, wincing at the impossible stretch he felt inside. 

Jonah’s gasping breaths were rising into higher-pitched keens as Vale slowly forced himself all the way in to the hilt. The Captain loomed over Jonah, his hands on either side of the boy’s head, and they both panted heavily now, breathing each other's air as Vale let Jonah’s body adjust to the feeling of being so achingly full. 

“Please— pleeease,” Jonah whimpered. “Can’t— can’t take it— please, Master I—“

“Oh, but you can, my dear.” Vale lovingly wiped Jonah’s bangs from his sweat slicked forehead. “You’re already doing it, and you feel fucking amazing squeezing around me like this.” 

Jonah only let out a pathetic-sounding whine in response, knowing there was nothing he could say to get through to the man that towered over him, that forced his way in. Vale controlled everything about this moment, and every moment that would come afterwards.

“Now,” Vale said, lightly panting, his eyes lidded with lust. “Be a good boy, and keep taking it for me.”

“Nonono—wait!” Jonah wailed as the Captain started to move his hips again. Vale simply ignored him, pulling backwards and drawing a gorgeous moan from his slave before pressing back into his boy’s tight insides once more. Jonah cried out and weakly kicked his legs around him, but he was so exhausted, so hazy between the jolts of pain and waves of pleasure, that it didn’t do much of anything at all. 

Vale chuckled at the boy’s weak struggling, he found it unbelievably cute. He was so bad at it, he was so small, there was absolutely nothing he could do. Vale would have his way with him like this time and time again, whenever he wanted for the rest of his life. The thought of it—that this boy was his forever—sent a thrill sparking through his chest, and he slid himself out and shoved himself back in a little rougher this time. 

Jonah cried out at the feeling—too full too full—he was impossibly full— He was sure he couldn’t take it, but his body was doing it anyway. He felt as though his organs were being shoved around to accommodate the impossible stretch. 

He bit his lip and whined pitifully as Vale slowly stretched him out over and over, taking his sweet time to savor the way Jonah’s muscles spasmed around him as he pushed the boy’s body further than what should’ve been anatomically possible. 

All of a sudden, sparks lit up Jonah’s torso and gasped sharply, feeling his head spin. Oh fuckfuck— He moaned in pleasure as the head of Vale’s cock brushed up against that spot he had pressed on earlier. Vale snickered, then did it again. Fireworks flashed in Jonah’s vision, and he cried out, his back arching up into the motion on pure instinct. 

“Oh god—fuck—! Fuckfuck— Master please!” Jonah was falling apart at the seams now, crumbling at the force of the sensation being pressed up into his body with every push of the Captain’s hips. 

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” He heard Vale coo from somewhere above him. He could barely see, white was edging at the corners of his vision—everything was growing fuzzy and all he could focus on was the stretch and that spot the Captain kept hitting. 

“Tooslowtooslowtooslow!” Jonah whined. It was agonizing now—Vale was toying with him, seeing how long he could tease him before the boy cracked and begged to be fucked relentlessly into the mattress. 

“What do you want, dear?” Vale prompted, a satisfied smile on his face. Everything was going exactly as he’d wanted. 

“Please—! M-master—fuck me, p-please, please fuck me Master please—-!!!” Jonah wailed, squeezing his eyes shut and straining his body to rut back up into Sebástian’s hungry cock. 

“That’s what I wanted to hear, sweetheart,” Vale smiled, before pulling back his hips and thrusting into the boy with vigor. Jonah cried out at the feeling, spurting precum from the tip of his little cock now as it twitched, untouched and aching against his stomach. 

Jonah gasped and sobbed as Vale punished him relentlessly, fucking into him like he was starving and Jonah was the wettest, tightest thing he’d ever felt in his life. God, he really might be. Vale loved how he squeezed around him, how tiny he was compared to himself. And he took him so well—he was so needy—and his sounds, God, fuck—

Vale was losing it along with Jonah, jabbing into the boy’s prostate over and over and gripping his slender waist for better leverage. 

The room was filled now with the sounds of both of them, the thumping of the mattress a steady beat against Jonah’s whines and gasps and Vale’s blissful groans. 

All of a sudden, Vale lowered himself to meet Jonah’s open, panting mouth with his own. He tasted divine, and Jonah moaned into his master’s mouth so willingly as he returned the kiss. 

Sebástian slipped his tongue past Jonah’s soft lips, letting it explore his mouth and slide as far in as he could towards the back of the boy’s throat. It was intrusive, invasive—it would’ve been so revolting to Jonah in any other moment, if he hadn’t been getting split open in the best way on his Master’s cock in that very moment. Instead, he could only groan around Vale’s tongue, panting hard through his nose and bucking his hips up against the man above him to try and get some friction against his leaking erection. 

Vale explored Jonah’s mouth as he ravaged his boy’s body, thoroughly dazed at the feeling of filling both of Jonah’s holes at once. He was perfect like this. Vale wanted him like this every night for the rest of his life. 

At last, Vale pulled back, separating their lips once more with a thin, wet string of saliva hanging between them as they panted the same air. 

Vale painted open mouthed kisses down Jonah’s neck, tonguing at the red lines left behind by the knife before biting down and sucking bruises into his neck, drawing pained gasps and beautiful cries from the trembling boy beneath him. He worked his way down to Jonah’s collarbones, biting down once more and relishing at the feeling of gnawing the bone between his jaws. So delicate… He bit down on the space where Jonah’s neck and shoulder met, sucking deep bruises into the boy’s flesh. He wanted him all nice and marked up, so that everyone who saw the slave would know he was claimed and owned. Vale alternated between kissing and biting at Jonah’s skin, swirling his tongue along the boy’s flesh before gnawing at it with his teeth. It was a kaleidoscope of sensations for Jonah, who couldn’t think at all now—he could only lie there and take it, twitching up into the empty space between them, dizzy to near delirium now with everything he was forced to feel.

“Fuck, fuck fuck—-“ Jonah whimpered. “Master, please! Please touch me, Master, please—!” 

Well, Vale thought, if he was going to beg like that— He smiled and indulged him, reaching a hand down and wrapping his fingers around the boy’s aching length. He slowly squeezed him, with just enough pressure to make Jonah’s eyes roll back in pleasure, before beginning to slide his hand up and down. 

He’d only done it a couple of times—Jonah’s voice rose higher and higher as he moaned against him, until it reached a fever pitch and the boy threw his head back. His voice cracked sharply as he moaned, all his muscles tensed up so hard Vale felt as though the boy might snap in half. Jonah’s back arched up off the mattress and his hips spasmed up into Vale’s hand as he began to shoot his release all over his own stomach. 

Vale kept fucking him the whole time, stroking and squeezing him with his hand until he was sure he’d wrung every last drop from the boy’s body. After several long moments, Jonah went limp, collapsing back to the silken sheets and gasping for air. 

Fuck— The sight of him like that— it was driving Vale over the edge— Fuck— He drove into him harder, picking up the pace and fucking in and out of him even faster. Jonah started whining at the overstimulation, wriggling beneath him as his muscles twitched and spasmed around Vale’s cock. 

Vale drove deep into Jonah as he came, groaning against the boy’s carved up throat as he shot into him as far as he could. He saw white as he fucked him through his orgasm, and it was the best thing he’d ever felt—even better than Jonah’s mouth. Jonah could feel it gushing out of Vale’s tip, liquid heat coating his insides and he cried out—it was too much—his nerves were on fire—it was too much—

Finally, Vale collapsed onto his elbows over Jonah’s trembling body, completely spent. He panted deeply, trying to catch his breath, still lightly thrusting up inside of Jonah to fuck it deeper as he slowly went soft inside of him. 

Jonah couldn’t feel his legs. It was almost as though he was floating, somewhere high above where his body lay. In the dark, misty clouds above the ship, perhaps, lifted by a midnight wind. 

Eventually, Vale climbed off of Jonah to get himself cleaned up, though Jonah hardly registered it through his haze. He felt a cool wet cloth swiping down his skin—Vale was wiping the remnants of his release from his torso. Jonah lay there limply, his arms still trapped beneath him, still bound in the red silk ribbon. 

At some point, Jonah felt himself being rolled over onto his front. He groaned lightly at the motion as Vale worked at the knotted ribbon to free his hands at last. For the first time in hours, Jonah flexed his arms, drawing them in front of him and hissing in pain as his sore muscles clenched. Vale slid onto the bed beside him, taking the boy in his arms. 

“You did so well for me, sweetheart,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of Jonah’s head. 

Jonah made a small, muffled sound against the pillow, content to lie here for now. Peace at last. Vale slid an arm beneath his neck and wrapped another around the boy’s torso, pulling him in close. Jonah could feel the Captain’s bare chest rising with his breath, pressing warmly against his back. 

In the afterglow of the praise, Jonah didn’t think at all about what would come in the morning. He rested in the present, between Sebástian’s arms in the dimming lantern light. He’d done well. He’d pleased his new master. He wouldn’t be punished any more tonight. Jonah let that thought reassure him as he drifted off into a blissful sleep. 

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First night with the Captain is officially complete! Yay we did it folks. Thanks for reading my porn uwu. Stay tuned next for some actual plot!

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