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Reed barely remembered the dinner. He sat at Elize's side, the plug pushed deep into his hole from the weight of his body, and he just tried to breathe, to stay upright. His every nerve seemed to be alight after Elize had used his throat. Was this what sex did to boys like him? His first taste of his husband's come and his body was utterly beyond his own control. He had been feeling that way for a while, but it was never clearer than now. His throat hurt, and the taste of come lingered in his mouth, but he wanted Elize to fuck him again.
On his knees, his throat sealed around Elize's cock... That was his purpose. He had been told that before, but now he understood.
At Elize's coaxing, he drank a little water and ate a little food. His swollen throat was disinterested in anything but his husband's cock. Conversation happened around him, but Reed barely heard it. People congratulating Elize, complementing Reed's breasts, his dripping cock, it would have crippled him with shyness once. But he was shattered by what had happened to him.
And he knew there was more yet to come.
Every time Elize touched him, though, he had Reed's instant, unflinching attention.
"Your poor cock," Elize murmured, reaching over to stroke Reed where he throbbed and dripped. It was his cock that he was sympathetic over, and not his aching, bruised tits. "I am sure it is uncomfortable for you. But you really do look incredible, my darling. Everyone is so charmed by your prettiness, and how well you took me at the altar..."
Elize kissed his cheek. "But we're almost done here, and we can get you out of these difficult things. Is your hole still bothering you?"
Reed nodded, and then, fighting the swelling in his throat, he murmured, "Y-yes, sir..."
"My poor dear," Elize cooed. "Just a little longer."
When dinner ended, Elize and Reed stood to say their goodbyes. At one point, Elize had Reed turn his back to those gathered and to bend over, to give them one last look at his unbroken hole. Reed clung desperately to Elize's sleeve and felt the prickle of tears again. Did he feel like crying because his hole was open? Because everyone knew that?
Or because he still hadn't been broken? Did that make him want to cry?
Elize helped him to stand, and they left. They returned to their honeymoon suite, where Elize had prepared him that morning.
"My good boy..." Elize breathed, closing the door behind them and drawing Reed into a proper kiss. "Oh, my little wife. You've been so good. You've taken the training so well, and you showed your body so beautifully. I am so, so pleased...."
And these words were a drug to Reed. He wanted this. He wanted it so badly. Elize said he was doing a good job. More than the wedding, hearing that and being kissed made him weak with happiness.
He leaned into Elize, who held him warmly.
"Alright, my pet," he said. "Let's get you out of these. Won't that be nice? Let's get you settled..."
Reed was so soft and malleable in his hands. Elize helped him sit on the bed, and he leaned heavily, helplessly, against Elize's chest when the man started to free his cock from its metal cage. His fingers were twisted in the material of Elize's shirt and he curled his face into his husband as he was freed. He made a little sound, a little aching noise, when the rings were finally pulled from him.
"Your poor cock," Elize said. "Wearing those rings for hours. Does it hurt, my dear?"
Reed nodded, still clinging to him. Elize pressed a kiss into his hair and rubbed his back.
"That’s good. Come now," he murmured. "Your tits next."
And this would hurt, Reed knew, far more than the ache in his cock. The blood rushing back always hurt. But, bravely, he straightened a little to give his husband access to his breasts.
It didn't last. Elize removed the weights, but when he started to unscrew the clamp, Reed was clinging to him again, panting and whimpering. His tits hurt but it burned all the brighter as the blood came back. Elize murmured something soothing, rubbing the affected area. That made it worse, of course, leaving Reed gasping. But that was fine, it was good even, if that was what Elize wanted.
The other followed in short order, and by the time he was done, Reed was shaking and glassy-eyed. But he didn't say anything in protest. After all, his throat was still swollen.
Maybe... maybe Elize should fuck his throat like this every morning? It would keep Reed so quiet and docile at his side. And maybe Reed wanted it.
"Your plug next," Elize said. "And then you will help me undress."
The horrid, terrible plug. Reed hated it. He thought that Elize would have him get to his hands and knees, but he wasn't sure he had the strength, though he would have tried if he was asked. Instead, Elize wrapped an arm around him and lifted Reed into his lap, and Reed curled into him gratefully.
"Your ass has developed so beautifully," Elize said. "I was so proud to show my associates. Oh, my dear. You are going to take my cock so well..."
Reed’s eyes teared up the very moment Elize’s fingers brushed the plug, and he hid himself against his husband’s chest. Oh, that terrible plug. He would rather one that hurt him. To be hurt, to be disciplined… he could endure that. But to be open and unfilled for show, it was almost more than he could bear.
“Deep breath,” Elize murmured, pressing a kiss into his hair. For him, it was as easy as slipping a finger into the plug and pulling it free, but Reed made an utterly heartbroken sound against his chest.
“There, there,” Elize soothed. “You should be grateful. After tonight, well… once you’ve taken my cock, I will be quite interested in the robust training of your ass in ways that were formerly barred to us. Perhaps one day you will look back on this plug in envy.”
Reed shook his head no against Elize’s chest, and Elize laughed warmly.
Was he afraid of what Elize would do to his ass?
Yes.
But that fear was now a quiet certainty inside his heart. He would live with this fear from now on. His training to this point had only been proving him worthy to be married. Now that he was married, his body existed for his husband’s entertainment and pleasure. Elize was going to do things to him that he could not even conceive.
And Reed would let him. He knew that, with the same certainty that held his fear.
“Help me undress, dear,” Elize said then. “Surely you can stand, with those decorations removed? And then I can give you what you have earned…”
Reed had never seen Elize fully naked. Until the wedding, he had never seen his husband’s cock, either. He had felt it once, laid against the cleft of his ass, but even thinking of that now threatened to make his knees go weak.
His ass was slicked and his tits burned but Reed could stand, could move, could help Elize out of his fine jacket and his buttoned shirt. He was shaking, from anticipation and fear and from arousal but he was dutiful just the same.
And oh, the affection. Now that they were married, now that he was worthy, Elize treated him with such warmth. He had only grown warmer through their engagement and here, when Reed slipped his shirt off of his shoulders, Elize stroked his hands over Reed’s sides and pressed a kiss to his cheek for no other reason than his own desire.
Reed associated so much of his training with cold: the austere strength of the breeding bench, the coolness of his desk as he was bent over it… but Elize was warm, and so was the room they shared.
“Don’t be shy,” Elize coaxed when Reed hesitated to reach for his belt. “This is as much your reward as my own, darling. You have earned the right to lay bare the tool that will make you mine.”
“I’m already yours,” Reed said. He didn’t expect the words to come out, especially for them to come out so fervent. But they won him a fond look from Elize, and another kiss, and Reed considered both a blessing.
He did undo the man’s pants then, easing them open and down and staring, once more, at the cock that he had been trained to serve.
Elize’s cock, half hard and growing harder, was a beautiful thing. Reed remembered how heavy and hot it felt against him and it looked just like that, with a thick shaft and a fat head. It was in proportion to Elize’s broad shoulders and strong thighs… although a very generous proportion, to be sure.
His mouth watered instinctively, his throat aching. His body was well trained, and already he starved to have his husband fuck him there once more.
But as much as he wanted it, he knew better than to allow himself to taste. No: a boy could not live on having his throat used. He wanted - needed - Elize inside his ass. He was shaking with that need. There was still some fear, of course. This was the last step, his final transformation. He would be different when this was done.
He was already different. Better. More.
Reed wanted this.
Elize was incredible to behold. Greying with age, but there was strength in his arms and chest. There was little softness in his stomach, and that perfect cock between his legs. Reed stared without realizing he was.
Elize chuckled, and he reached up to cup Reed’s face in his hand.
“Now, boy,” he said. “Up on the bed with you, and pull your legs up just the way you’ve been taught. I’ve waited patiently through that damn feast. Now it is time to sate my true hunger.”
Reed’s heart was beating hard. He climbed onto the plush bedspread and did just as he was told. He knew the position: he had studied it relentlessly as part of his classes, looked at art of other boys painted just like this. Reed held his thighs against his chest, his dripping cock laying against his stomach.
Would Elize let him come? He was sure his husband would play with his sore cock. Even if Elize didn’t let him come, the warmth of his hand around Reed’s aching erection would be so good...
But every thought left Reed’s head when Elize climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between Reed’s spread legs. He did not think about his shallow, desperate breaths. He did not think about the way his cock twitched prettily between his legs. Purer than thought, he was filled only with the need to be good. The need to take Elize’s cock and be properly bred.
Elize used one hand to guide the thick head to Reed’s pink hole. Reed shuddered, a whine escaping him that he did not even realize he had made.
“Months of training,” Elize breathed. “And years too late for you, my dear. But we’ll finally put it to rights. Gods above, I want that little hole wrapped around my cock.”
Reed could only nod, wordless. His consent wasn’t needed or looked for, but he wanted this. He agreed with everything Elize said. His parents should have had him trained years ago. He needed it. Oh, but to be trained early meant he might have been wed to someone else, and in all his training he only ever desired Elize.
Elize settled one heavy hand at Reed’s hip, and he pushed.
Reed hadn’t been opened with fingers, and the plug hadn’t been nearly so big as his husband’s cock but he was slicked and desperate and didn’t care that it hurt. There was strain and heat, a burning stretch and the press of Elize’s warmth inside of him. Reed gripped his own legs bruisingly tight. He was being filled! Finally, finally-
Elize pulled out just a touch and thrust back in again. He worked his cock against the rim of Reed’s ass, watching raptly the way the slick, pink hole sucked on him, tasting the head of his cock so much like Reed’s lips had at the altar. Gods, he had a beautiful hole, and even though he was unstretched he only shivered and whined. Elize was hungry to see if Reed’s obedience would last.
Elize sunk a little deeper, and a little deeper. He watched the head of his cock sink into Reed’s willing hole and heard Reed’s little aching sounds.
“Is it all you hoped for, my dear?” Elize breathed. “A man’s cock inside of you, the way you fantasized about…?”
“S-so warm…” Reed breathed. Feeling feverish was not foreign to him when Elize was training his body. When Elize touched his cock or rubbed at his hole, Reed’s whole body lit up with heat. But this was different. This melting heat was inside of him. Reed’s fever was fed by it, ratcheting up the dizzying warmth higher than he had ever felt.
“Di-different than the toys,” Reed said, looking up at Elize with glassy, stricken eyes.
“Bigger than the toys, you mean,” Elize teased, a wolfish grin on his lips. “I’ve been too kind to you, my wife…”
But Reed shook his head. Elize was right of course, everything he had put inside of Reed had been uncomfortable for other ways, but his cock as of yet the largest thing Reed had been forced to take.
“H-hotter,” Reed stammered. “Bi-bigger, hotter and… I can feel it. Changing me…”
And he could feel it. Elize pulled back, popping the head from his hole but not removing it, laying it there against him before starting to push back in. With every thrust, with every inch deeper, Reed was becoming a boywife, truly, in the flesh. Elize was so big, he looked impossibly thick and felt even thicker and Reed was being stretched to fit him perfectly.
Elize braced his hands on the undersides of Reed’s thighs, no longer needing one to guide his cock. Now he could lean into it, could really work his cock into Reed’s body with him pinned firmly to the bed.
Reed laid there and took it. He could do little else. Sweat gathered on his brow, his body trembling as Elize hungrily worked the last few inches of his cock into his body. It was like watching a miracle, the way his husband forced the full heft of his cock inside of him.
Elize was bent over him now, breathing ragged at the edges, his heavy balls pressed flush to Reed’s stuffed ass. He had been waiting so desperately for this.
“You were made for this,” he said. “Made for my cock. Look how perfectly you fit me.”
Reed couldn’t speak. The feeling of it all was too much, the sensations that ran rampant through his body filled his brain with a desperate sort of static. He could only nod. Made for Elize. To be his wife. To take his cock.
“Now,” Elize said. “To breed you, and make you mine.”
Slowly, agonizingly, Elize pulled his hips back. That was all the preamble he allowed, and then he was fucking into Reed, setting a brutal pace as he worked the boy’s ass around his erection. Elize fucked Reed like he was punishing him.
He didn’t feel anything malicious for Reed. Quite the opposite. He was so fond of his little wife.
But he fucked Reed with a desperate meanness. Now that he was moving, he couldn’t help it. He didn’t want to help it. He had kept his control so firmly in hand and this was his reward.
This was the pace that Reed’s body demanded of him. There was no other way to fuck him but just like this, pistoning into his delicious hole with the true, animal hunger that Elize had worked so hard to hide.
And Reed, precious creature that he was, could do nothing but pant and cry and squirm, his cock leaking heavily against his stomach, sticky and sweet. He didn’t think of his cock at all. Every thought, every nerve in his body seemed to be wrapped up in his hole, in the feeling of Elize’s cock, liquid hot and so fucking big as it hammered into him. It hurt a little: the stretch, the fullness, the sheer force of how hard he was being fucked. But it felt good, too. The pain felt good, the fullness, the shock of his body when Elize hit something inside him. It hurt and it felt so good that Reed was drowning in it.
He could not hear his own voice, the pathetic, pretty cries that Elize forced from his lips. He could hear Elize’s groans of desire, his grunts of exertion, and the sound of the man fucking into him. These sensations just added to the feeling of being so wholly bred.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Elize panted. “I’ve waited so damn long for this. Your ass is going to see so much use…”
That was good, right? It was good. More of this. More of the overwhelming pleasure, the desperate pain. The sureness that this was his place, open and vulnerable around his husband’s cock.
Reed did not know when he had started crying.
“Please,” he begged. “Please, sir, please….”
Tears glistened in his eyes, his voice hoarse from his own cries of pleasure.
That smile again, vicious, wolfish, pulled at Elize’s lips.
“You beg for mercy, pet?” he teased. “Or maybe for orgasm? Do you want me to touch your cock?”
Reed shook his head. He squeezed his eyes closed, tears spilling down his cheeks as he struggled to put his words together. It was so hard. If what he needed wasn’t so monstrously important, he never would have been able to manage it.
“N-need… need your come. Please, please, I… inside me, I need it…!”
It felt like being milked. Reed’s body sucked on his cock, and Elize fucked into him now in strokes that were slower and harder, even more bruising.
“You need it that badly?” He breathed. “Ah, but you’ve been waiting a long time too, haven’t you?”
Reed nodded, so earnest that it only made Elize want to fuck him more.
“You’ll have my come,” Elize promised. And then, with a breathless laugh, he added, “What if I make you earn it? If I hurt your hole every time I let you have it?”
But Reed only nodded more. None of his earnestness faded even a whit.
“And if I have to hurt your cock?” Elize asked. “Tell me, my darling. That you’ll give up your cock being used for pleasure just to receive the gift of my come. Would you still be so dutiful to me?”
“Yes,” Reed whined, his ass flinching, tightening around Elize’s cock. “I would, I would, I promise. I’ll be good. A-anything my husband asks. Please, please-”
Elize bent his head and licked the line of tears from Reed’s cheek. He had no intention of barring himself from playing with Reed’s cock in any way, but hearing Reed so ready to give that up, just for a dose of seed…
“What a good wife you are,” Elize growled. “You will have my come.”
He redoubled his efforts, fucking into Reed like a toy, using his body with fullhearted selfishness. Reed cried a little more, overwhelmed by the force of it and by the desperate, maddening need in his body for his husband’s come. He had never felt anything like this before, and it tore him apart.
He was going to need this the rest of his life. He could not have imagined how he survived without it. Reed would never be able to survive without it again.
“Ready yourself,” Elize warned. “For your breeding…”
His orgasm hit him like the tide, sweeping him under. It knocked the breath from him, drove his vision white and still he fucked into Reed on pure instinct. Blindly, he did finally reach for his wife’s cock and the rough tugs he gave to it were surely too harsh to be pleasurable but it didn’t matter. Reed spilled himself too, his wicked hole tensing and pulling and milking Elize for all he was worth.
Reed’s orgasm tore through him. Pain and pleasure overtook his body. He felt himself come but more than that: he felt Elize come inside of him. Shaking, breath coming in ragged hitches, his nerves run raw from all he had endured, Reed spilled over himself and shed a few more tears. He’d done it, He’d been a good wife. His hole was so full and so sore but Elize had used him and filled him with come and that was all that mattered.
Elize fucked him through it, until every last throb of his own orgasm ebbed away. He did not rush. How could he? He wanted to savour every last second of this. Reed, crying and shivering underneath him and finally, finally, belonging to Elize as he always should have.
Then he settled, sinking against his wife’s body and holding him full.
“What a good wife you are…” he murmured, kissing Reed’s teary cheek. “I knew you would be…”
He groaned, rocking his hips inside of Reed for no reason than to enjoy his own overstimulation, to watch the way it made Reed shudder and flinch. Another time, perhaps he’d merely stay inside his wife for as long as he pleased. But they still had so much to do tonight.
And when he pulled out, Reed’s swollen, fucked-red hole was the best wedding present he could possibly imagine.
When Elize was free of him, Reed’s hole gaped open, leaking his husband’s seed. It was Elize who held Reed’s legs up, a strong hand gripping him by the ankles as the other hand inspected him. Reed no longer had the strength to hold his legs up himself.
He lay shellshocked as Elize manhandled him, pushing and prodding at his handiwork, stroking the rim of Reed’s ass and tugging him open a little wider to admire the view.
“Your hole responds so well to my use,” Elize said. “I knew it would. I look forward to all that I might yet do to your ass, but for tonight, I will settle for christening it.”
He laid Reed’s legs down. When he laid himself and Reed’s side and gathered his wife against his chest, Reed let him without a hint of struggle.
How could Reed even think of fighting? His ass was opened and empty, leaking Elize’s come. He was powerless, just as he should be.
“Give me a moment to catch my breath,” Elize said. “And I will be ready to fill you again, my sweet.”
Reed, already pushed to the limit of his endurance, did not even despair.
Whatever his husband wanted of him. Reed would give Elize everything.
He nodded against Elize’s chest, and Elize pressed a kiss to his forehead.