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Suguru Geto was seventeen years old when he murdered an entire village of non-sorcerors and abandoned the Jujutsu world to seek justice and save the world the right way. One year later, he caught wind of a miracle child born to the most powerful clan in the country. A child so powerful, he tipped the power scale of curses. Suguru remained in the shadows of the underworld, silently, venomously, gaining strength and consuming any and all curses he could get his hands on, all the while his crusade gained more traction and support allowing him to lead his family and his tribe towards enlightenment, enough that upon his return to the world, the entire Jujutsu world feared him.
He followed the upbringing of the miracle child closely through his contacts among the sorcerers, loyal disciples who brought him information. The Gojo clan trained the child in ways Suguru deemed useless and futile. He was not against violence, not at all. Rather, he preferred violence as one of the tools in creating the ultimate weapon. The Gojo clan treated the miracle child like a dog. They beat him into submission if he refused to complete his training, starved him, forbade him from sleeping, chained him into dark cells. Suguru’s guts knotted each time upon hearing the information, he knew he could do it better, he could tenderise the child much better… if only he could get his hands on the holder of the six eyes.
A few years later, the chance finally presented itself when the Gojo clan was on the verge of bankruptcy and ruin. An auction. An auction to sell the holder of the six eyes - seven years of age at that time - to the highest bidder. Suguru was not going to show his face, not yet, so he sent a competent representative to the event and finally… The Miracle Child was his.
The child - his child, his Satoru - was presented to him gagged, bound and blindfolded. It’s the sole reason to this day, Satoru never receives a gag and a blindfold as punishment; Suguru refuses to inherit any of the Gojo clan’s methods.
Hair as white as snow, long frosted eyelashes, milky pale skin and inhumanely large eyes with every single color on the spectrum of blue. Shining, glossy and shaking irises, like they are now… ten years later and still… still so fucking beautiful.
Still… as his Satoru lays at his feet on the soft carpet while Suguru sits on the sofa in his study and reads a book he was meant to finish a week ago. Satoru’s muffled whines fill the air and Suguru hushes him absent-mindedly, massaging Satoru’s plump chest with his bare foot as his other foot presses gently against Satoru’s womb, feeling the occasional bulge created by the tentacled curse fucking lazily into his cunt on Suguru’s command, another tentacle thrusting gently in and out of his mouth, not enough to gag him, just to keep his noises to a minimum. Suguru hums as he feels Satoru squirm beneath his feet again, he wordlessly commands the curse to suck on Satoru’s clit and it takes barely a second for his boy to cum for the eleventh time in the last hour. He’s soaked in sweat and his own slick, the sweet scent of his forced orgasms have long filled the room, making Suguru’s cock twitch desperately in his robes.
Suguru slowly closes his book and sets it aside. Still unfinished. He leans over and looks down at Satoru. When their gazes meet, his gorgeous eyes shed a new batch of tears, face flushed and wet and cheeks full and mouth stretched around the rubbery, gelatinous tentacle. Suguru smirks, tilting his head, gripping an enlarged nipple between his toes and pulling gently. “Have you had enough, my love?”
Satoru nods so quickly, Suguru thinks he might hurt his neck. His boy sobs loud gulps of air the second Suguru commands the curse to leave his mouth and his cunt. He clenches his long pearly thighs together and his belly concaves and swells up from how hard he’s swallowing air.
“P-please, no more. C-can’t cum anymore, want y-you, please, master,” he sputters, spit flying into the air above him as he tries to scramble to his knees but Suguru keeps him in place by pushing his feet further into his tits and belly. He marvels at the way his feet cover the entire expanse of skin.
“Which one is it, baby? No more or do you want me?” Suguru asks, feigning confusion.
“You, want you, please,” he sniffles, pretty and tamed.
“Show me. Spread your lips,” he orders, voice taking a breathless hint.
Satoru’s thin shaking fingers slowly reach down, knuckles flushed darker than usual as his legs fall open again, hooking into fat lips, short white tufts of hair obscuring the view, reminding Suguru that it’s time for grooming him. All thoughts momentarily leave his mind as Satoru pulls his pussy lips apart and shows off glistening dark pink puffy folds, pulsating clit and a quivering loosened up hole clenching around nothing, the teeny tiny pucker of his asshole undeniably wet with the way his cunt is dripping all over it all the way down to the carpet.
“What a messy boy. You’ve wet the carpet, again,” he tuts, a sneer tugging at his mouth.
Satoru’s clit jumps in arousal at the humiliation, the jumps are difficult to detect nowadays since his clit has shrunken significantly due to Suguru changing his hormonal treatments. A few months ago, he decided to put Satoru on birth control simply because he missed how soft and round his lovely pet used to be when he was younger. Besides, he loves Satoru’s menstruations too much to block them. He loves the scent of blood on his boy, the metallic crimson liquid dripping out of his cunt, coating Suguru’s eager tongue… the mere thought of how tender and sensitive his breasts become, nipples puffy and too easy to abuse… it always gets Suguru going.
“Please, master, S-Suguru, please,” Satoru’s whines from the floor brings him back to reality. He reaches over the armrest and grabs his thin bamboo cane he had especially made for Satoru. Satoru gulps and goes rigid at the sight of it. “No, please, please, it hurts already, please, Sug—Master, please,” he cries, terrified and so adorable.
“Shhh, I want it to hurt, my sweet. It’s ok, this is not punishment. This is for me,” he murmurs softly and watches as Satoru’s breath hitches and his body goes lax instantly.
He knows he’s not allowed to heal any wounds Suguru inflicts upon him with his technique, he knows he has to suffer until it heals naturally.
It helps you understand how weak and pathetic humans are.
Suguru taught him many years ago.
The tip of the cane dips deceptively gently into the wet folds of his cunt. “What will you do for me, my love?” Suguru asks gently.
“K-keep myself open,” Satoru sniffles, thighs shaking as he tries to hold his plump pussy lips stretched open and hold his fingers out of the way. He doesn’t have to worry, however. Suguru is always precise.
“Count twenty for me.”
He doesn’t wait for a response before landing the first hit directly over Satoru’s clit. Satoru shrieks and he’s so, so good because he keeps his legs open and stretches himself even further while sobbing out a shaking one.
Suguru keeps his loving assault concentrated on Satoru’s clit and his hole, making sure to bruise his entrance enough to ensure painful penetration. His boy, his lovely sweet pet would do anything under the sun to have his owner fuck into him raw and cum deep into his womb.
“Eigh—teen,” Satoru sobs, body shaking violently, eyes clenched shut as tears cling to his pretty lashes, his soft folds bruised and bloody, welts rising gently on the seams of his outer labia.
Suguru tsks disapprovingly, “twelve,” he corrects, smiling to himself at the little old trick.
Satoru’s eyes snap open, “no, no, it’s eighteen, please, I was careful, I—” He screams when Suguru silences him with a particularly harsh strike from his asshole all the way up to his clit.
“It’s ten now, Satoru. Don’t make it thirty. I will be disappointed if I have to delay fucking you any further, baby,” he tilts his head down, eyebrows knitting together. Satoru nods obediently, closing his eyes and bracing for impact.
He’s so fucking good. Suguru has to pat himself on the back for turning that feral little thing from ten years ago into such a dependant sweet pet.
By the time Satoru has counted twenty, Suguru counts thirty-eight and he knows which one of them has the correct number. He puts his cane to the side and begins to deliberately slowly open his robes and trousers, watching Satoru’s crimson covered pussy throbbing and pulsing. He finally leans down and helps Satoru up. “Come here, pet, you did great for me. Master is so proud of you,” he whispers, pulling a shaking Satoru into his lap, forcing his legs open around Suguru’s thighs, the boy letting out little whimpers, but otherwise remains malleable and lax, only whining and stuttering little pleas once he sees Suguru’s erection.
Suguru grabs his wrists, brings them against his lower back and holds them there with one hand, his other hand grabbing his cock, rubbing it against the throbbing hot welts and bloodied wet folds. Satoru cries softly, too harrowed to fight the intense pain. Suguru brings him closer and wraps his lips around one of his perked-up dark pink nipples, he holds Satoru tight and immobile as he impales him onto his cock in one single move, making the boy shriek as his body goes tight. Suguru’s cock is big enough to still hit Satoru’s squishy soft cervix, even now that his sweet boy is bigger. He fondly remembers the way many years ago, he was able to brush into Satoru’s cervix with one finger alone. He’s also thick enough to stretch Satoru’s hole to the seams.
“I miss how tiny you used to be, baby,” he rasps as Satoru’s heated walls flutter and grip the base of his cock as the head nudges into his cervix, undoubtedly bruising him, especially in this position. Satoru’s head lolls into the crook of his neck as Suguru clutches his waist with one hand, the other still keeping his wrists bound behind his back, using the leverage to bounce Satoru up and down in his lap. His thumb presses into the side of Satoru’s bellybutton, feeling and seeing his cock move in and out of him, as his fingers dip into the rivets of his spine. The sight, the feeling always break his composure with a monstrous sense of possessiveness.
“Still so good and small between my fingers, though, aren’t you? So sweet and pliant,” he says into Satoru’s snowy hair, wet with sweat at the tips. He lets his sharp teeth snag into the flesh of his neck, biting into him until Satoru’s noises pick up and he squirms in his hold, the struggle always makes it so much better, makes the hole around Suguru’s cock tighten with effort, squeezing him in. He decides that he needs more leverage so he grabs onto Satoru’s waist and the back of his head as he flips them onto the couch, pressing Satoru’s back into the cushions and hooking his long legs over his shoulders, folding him in half as he thrusts back in and starts fucking into him in earnest.
“Shhh, not much longer, baby. Daddy’s close, I promise,” he grunts when Satoru whimpers in pain.
“In-inside, please, please. Bee-been good, daddy, please,” he sniffles, trailing tiny little kisses against Suguru’s face, his jaw, lips, cheeks, wherever he can reach. “Been hurtin’ so bad for you,” he slurs, his hole tightening and it makes Suguru’s heart flutter.
“You have, my love, I’m so proud of you. Want my cum inside you? Want daddy to fill up your useless little womb until your tummy is filled to the brim?” He says, barely sounding human between his violent thrusts, pulling out all the way and pushing back in to the hilt.
Satoru nods vigorously, his pretty eyes open, staring up at Suguru, not wanting to miss a single expression on his face, the cerulean blue of his irises swallowed by the dark velvet of his pupils, fat tears making his lashes look sticky, a lock of his hair bouncing adorable against his forehead as Suguru jolts him on his cock, his lips are puffy and red, his skin all the way to his ears, neck and his plump tits blotchy and red.
Suguru is close, he’s only a few thrusts away when he changes his mind and his sadistic instincts take over. He suddenly pulls out of Satoru and before his boy can react, he rips his way through Satoru’s asshole, his cock wet with pussy slick but certainly not enough for Satoru’s unprepared hole, even if Satoru is not a virgin in any part of his body, it still feels impossible, the burn of the friction makes Suguru hiss in pain but he’s quick enough to cover Satoru’s mouth with a palm so the beloved wail of his agony doesn’t make him go deaf.
He shushes Satoru as he presses him down even harder, chasing his release and it’s finally there. His orgasm rips through him as he tears through Satoru’s body. It feels like he has been cumming for ages, emptying his balls inside of Satoru’s guts instead of his womb. He owns, he owns, he owns this boy, his body and all its cavities, every inch of skin, his mind, his powers, his existence. Suguru has built the perfect weapon, the perfect toy, the perfect lover, his sweet lovely child.
So unequivocally Suguru’s.
“Shhh, you’re good, my love. So good,” he soothes Satoru’s whines and cries once he finally goes soft and slowly pulls out, letting Satoru’s legs fall open around him.
“Please,” Satoru sniffles mindlessly, trying to reach between their bodies. Suguru frowns and grabs his wrist, “what is it?”
“Put it in, p-put it in my pussy, please, please, need it in my pussy,” he moans, hoarse and barely audible.
Suguru’s cock twitches at the implication. His beloved still surprises him with how devoted and in need of him he is. “Satoru,” he whispers, leaning down to capture Satoru’s lips, kissing him like a starved man, Satoru makes a small sound of relief in the back of his throat as his lips fall open, welcoming Suguru’s tongue, suckling gently on it, licking at Suguru’s tongue, grabbing onto his clothed biceps with urgency as he tightens his legs around Suguru. Suguru reaches down and pushes two fingers inside the torn up asshole, scooping his cum out, Satoru’s hole giving easily. He rubs his cum-covered fingers into Satoru’s folds, fingers slipping from how wet he is. Satoru moans into his mouth and tries to lift up his hips, a clear indication that he wants it inside. Suguru kisses his cheek, gentle pecs to his eyelids and forehead.
“You know I love raping you here,” he murmurs, hooking a thumb into Satoru’s asshole for emphasis. More cum trickles down and Suguru rubs it into Satoru’s perineum, drawing lazy circles around his pussy hole, but hot pushing in. He feels the way the hole spasms and tries to pull him in.
Satoru’s arms come up around him, holding on tight, pressing his forehead into Suguru’s and nods in understanding. Always so good.
“It’s almost time for a shave,” Suguru murmurs, pulling on the coarse white curls between Satoru’s thighs. Satoru gasps at the slight pain. “Maybe in a few days once these cuts are healed,” he adds.
“I’m off on a mission tomorrow,” Satoru reminds, voice hoarse, eyes slowly returning to their glowing cyan. Suguru hums, he knows. Of course he knows. He’s the one sending Satoru off to missions, to gather curses for him and kill his enemies. Their enemies. Satoru hates time away from him, he always leaves with tears in his eyes and returns with ice cold in them, from the things he sees and does, being away from his owner, his master.
His father.
Suguru never acknowledges the hollowed out pit in his stomach that appears while his Satoru is away. He’s restless and much more easily irritable, his facade more fragile, his demeanor much less composed, but of course, he’s still fully capable of putting on a show for his staff and his disciples.
“Suguru?” Comes Satoru’s quiet voice from beneath him. Suguru hums in response, fingers still playing with Satoru’s pussy.
“Do we have time before your evening sermon?" He asks, eyes boring into Suguru.
“For what, my love?” He likes it when Satoru spells out what he wants, squirming prettily at the idea of demanding things from him.
“To hold me naked for a bit,” he whispers. Pushing his hips up as much as he can in his restricted position to meet Suguru’s in-progress erection. “I’m leaving tomorrow and… and I—”
“Not as much time as I would like to have for you,” he says, finally willing his hand to leave Satoru’s cunt and instead holds the curve of his hip. The action elicits a whine from Satoru. “Clean yourself up, pack for your trip, rest, and I will see you in bed after the sermon tonight,” he says, pressing a kiss into Satoru’s cheek, his jaw, his chin and his throat, before pushing himself up.
He stands there, letting his gaze run heavy all over the mess that’s Satoru’s body. Spread out, cum and blood trickling out of his assaulted asshole, his white pubic hair covered in red, his cunt a dark crimson with pretty cuts decorating it, his clit swollen and puffy, still glistening with how wet he is. Satoru looks up at him, hooded gaze, knowing exactly what the sight of his bruised and battered cunt does to Suguru. He spreads his legs further apart, licks his kiss-bitten lips and lets his thin elegant fingers run all over his torso, grabs one of his tits and plays with his puffy nipple. The sensation makes him arch and his pussy twitch.
Suguru leans down and without warning, spanks his pussy, fingers to palm, hard enough to make Satoru cry out and try to clench his thighs, but Suguru is faster. He pushes two fingers in deep, his other hand pulls harshly on a dark pink nipple before spanking his tits for good measures as well. Satoru mewls, trying to sputter out apologies. “Haven’t I hurt you enough for one day, my sweet?” Suguru smirks, lopsided, voice dangerously low. Satoru knows the implications all too well. “Maybe I should give you something to do while I’m gone,” he says and pulls his fingers out, walking away to the small closet next to the bed, licking his fingers once his back is to Satoru, needing to taste his cunt, always wanting his taste on his tongue.
He momentarily looks for the object he has in mind. He grabs the box and returns to Satoru, who is now sitting up on his elbows, dropping the box onto Satoru’s belly, watching the horrified little expression with mirth.
“I’ve been neglecting your lactation training,” he says. “After you clean up and pack, you are going to pump your breasts,” he points at the box containing the pumping device. Two glass domes, costume-made to cover Satoru’s small tits connected to a strong pumping mechanism through red tubes. “Until you start lactating, and then you will stop pumping. You will not touch yourself after that, Satoru. Not your tits, not your cunt. Am I understood?”
“But- but I’m off tomorrow. I’ll be away from you for days. I can’t- I- you know how bad it hurts when you’re not there to—”
“Then you should have thought of that before acting like a brat, my love,” he says gently but it’s cold enough to convey what he means. He leans down and kisses Satoru’s forehead before going to get ready for the sermon.
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The sermon takes longer than usual, but keeping up appearances and making sure the donations keep coming are important and this is not a task Suguru is willing to delegate. Regardless of how busy it keeps him, he’d like to have the full picture at all times.
He enters the residential area of the building and the scent of Satoru’s cursed energy already fills his nostrils, he breathes it in, savors it, the sheer power, the intense buzz of its magnitude never fails to awe Suguru, to fill his chest with pride so abundant, one might think Satoru is his flesh and blood child.
Suguru walks into the sleeping room he shares with Satoru with quiet steps, it’s lit so dimly, it’s almost dark but Suguru has gotten used to seeing in the dark because of Satoru’s sensitive eyes. He doesn’t need to announce his presence to Satoru. His boy always knows where he is, Suguru can always feel the way the six eyes follow him through walls and doors and buildings, always looking for Suguru, seeing and smelling his cursed energy. Satoru always tells him how he can taste Suguru’s soul, the first time he said that, he was twelve years old. Having just started his first menstruation, he was vulnerable more than usual, clinging to Suguru, clutching Suguru’s large hands against his abdomen, squirming against him as his pure and pretty blood trickled into Suguru’s palm. Whining Suguru’s name like he still does, calling for his daddy to help him—
Satoru’s sleep-addled eyes land on him from where he’s lying naked and spread out on his belly on their bed, one long leg hiked up, putting his perky ass and holes on display, his pussy and asshole seem to have calmed down but he’s so wet that he has slick dripping between his thighs and occasionally rubbing his cunt into the mattress as Suguru begins to slowly take his clothes off, neatly folding everything and placing them on an armchair.
“Did I say you could hump the mattress?” Suguru asks, letting the hint of admonishment wash over his voice.
Satoru shrugs, rubbing his fingers against his tongue and lips, a habit he picked as a child. “Said not to touch,” he mumbles sleepily, bratty, lovely, brows furrowing together as he squirms in place, bringing his elbows further into his torso.
Suguru, stark naked and cock hanging uncomfortably heavy and soft between his legs, sits on the bed next to Satoru, hums in response as he grabs Satoru’s arm and rolls him on his back. There are wet patches on the sheets where his breasts were pressed into the mattress. The round of his tits are bruised purple and his nipples are as puffy and enlarged as they get, leaking ivory liquid one drop at a time. Suguru’s cock twitches at the sight, he brushes a finger against one nipple and Satoru’s lips fall open, whimpering, “hurts.”
“Tell me how you did it, Satoru,” he says softly, letting his hand wander around Satoru’s wet torso, spreading the milk all over him but still not touching his breasts.
“Pumped for hours, it was so hard,” he flinches slightly when Suguru thumbs at his bruised clit. “Had.. had to use the nipple pumps too, ahhh,” he moans, spreading his legs to allow Suguru better access. Suguru smiles at the action and spreads his pussy lips with two fingers, tapping against his sopping hole with a third. “Did you play with your tits using your hands?”
Satoru shakes his head earnestly, hips twitching, pussy fluttering against Suguru’s fingers. Suguru grabs his legs as he sits crossed legged on the bed, pulling Satoru’s hips up against his face and wrapping his boy’s milky thighs around his shoulders, leaving only Satoru’s head on the mattress, his tits leaking against gravity into the dip of his throat. Satoru yelps and his hands come up to clutch Suguru’s thick forearms that are keeping his legs open. “No, spread your pussy for me,” he orders. Satoru obeys immediately, fingers opening himself up, showing up his fluttering hole only inches away from Suguru’s face.
“Did you play with yourself here?”
Another shake of his head. “Good boy,” Suguru hums as he leans his head down and dips his tongue shallowly into Satoru’s hole, pressing his nose against his tiny little clit, he tastes fucking divine and Suguru is addicted, he opens his mouth and sucks Satoru’s entire cunt into his mouth, chin rubbing against his perineum, the coarse hair tickling his face as he flattens his tongue against Satoru’s dripping folds, biting at his pussy lips making the boy moan and twitch against him. Suguru wraps his lips around the tiny button that’s Satoru’s clit and starts sucking, wrapping one forearm around Satoru’s belly to keep him from falling down as he brings his other hand between them and pushes one finger inside of Satoru’s cunt.
“S-so good, please, ahhh, please,” Satoru babbles, fingers in Suguru’s hair, pulling mindlessly. His cunt contracts around Suguru’s one finger, body locking up as he suddenly cums, it’s a gentle wave washing over his body, his clit shaking against Suguru’s tongue and his hips twitching. Suguru does not plan to stop, keeps licking at him, scooping out the slick out of his cunt, arms tightening around Satoru’s belly as he starts feeling dizzy from the way he’s been denying himself air, nose and mouth buried into Satoru’s cunt, the gentle scent of it, the salty sweet taste, the heat of it, the texture, fuck… there are times where Suguru likes to hold Satoru down and eat his cunt for hours, uncaring of how many orgasms he forces out of his boy, it usually ends with Satoru almost passing out and unable to even handle wearing his little panties for a couple of days from how sensitive his abused pussy has become.
“Please, daddy, my tits hurt. C-Can you… please,” he cries out after his fourth orgasm against Suguru’s tongue and fingers, squirting twice in Suguru’s face. He’s now been straddling Suguru’s head for a while, being ordered to grind his cunt into his master’s mouth as he holds his gaze. His tits leaking even more, wetting his torso. Suguru knows how badly it hurts him, when his tits fill up and become hard and swollen, it feels even worse when he’s tired and overstimulated from holding himself up and being tongue fucked by Suguru.
Suguru hums into his pussy. “Can I what, my love? This is your punishment. Did I say I would relieve you of the pain?” He asks patiently, still speaking to him like he’s a child. Perhaps to Suguru he will always be.
Satoru sniffles, shakes his head and reaches down to spread his pussy wide, grinding into Suguru’s chin, trying to appeal to him. “Please, just a little, just… you said you loved how it tastes, please taste it, p—” his breath hitches when Suguru pushes three fingers into his cunt, he starts absent-mindedly grinding. “M-Made it for you, please, daddy,” he croons sweetly.
Suguru lifts one arm and begins rolling one puffy nipple between two fingers, marveling at the way milk sprouts out like that’s all it’s been waiting for. Satoru moans in relief, clutches Suguru’s forearm and throws his head back, pussy leaking onto Suguru’s face, milk dripping all over his torso and stopping into his pubic hair. He pushes up, grabs Satoru’s waist and presses his back into the mattress, hands momentarily leaving him to reach into the nightstand. Satoru hiccups and follows the movement, little pleas and begs falling from his pretty mouth as though he doesn’t even know what he’s begging for. Suguru has to search for what he’s looking for, and quite frankly, he’s not sure if he has one in there since he almost never uses one with Satoru.
“Ah, there it is,” he says once he finds the small square package.
Satoru watches with wide horrified eyes as Suguru rips into the wrapper of the condom with his teeth. “No, no, what… Suguru, wha- why?”
“Shhh,” Suguru hushes him as he starts rolling the condom on his erection. The sensation is quite foreign, quite unpleasant, but he has a lesson to teach. Small shaking hands try to pry the condom off of him. “No, you can’t, please. I hate these things, please. Why? Cum in me, please,” he begs, sobbing.
Suguru bats his hands away, “be good, Satoru,” he warns.
“Why?” Satoru sobs.
“Leaving you with your tits full and hard was going to be your punishment. You begged me to milk you anyway, did you not?” He asks, voice still leveled and gentle, batting Satoru’s hands away for the second time, his patience wearing thin. “This is your new punishment. I will fuck you but cum into this condom, and— ah ah,” he admonishes, finally finished with rolling the damn thing on this cock, he presses Satoru’s wandring hands above his head and backhands him across the face. Satoru gasps and his neck snaps to the side and he finally stops whining. A little blood trickles down his nose and Suguru forces his legs open, grabs his cock and pushes all the way in. Satoru yelps but his body reacts on instinct, arching up and wrapping his legs around Suguru, tears running down the side of his gorgeous face as he looks up. Suguru lets go of his hands without a word, knowing the backhand usually works well to reset his little brat. He reaches with both hands, cupping one breast in each, Satoru moans, cunt twitching as Suguru begins not so gently squeezing and stroking his round tits, his fingers and palms immediately getting wet, the heavenly sweet scent of Satoru’s breast milk filling the air. Satoru’s sobs become louder when Suguru spanks his tits and twists his nipples, grinding his cock deep into his boy’s soft cervix, fucking slowly into him. The sheets, Satoru’s whole torso, Suguru’s hands, all wet and Suguru finally leans down to lick and suck Satoru’s enlarged nipple into his mouth, milking his tits with his hands.
Satoru exists because of him, he breathes, moves, kills, cries, smiles and cums all because of him, because Suguru made him so, willed it so. Having Satoru like this, sopping wet and squeezing around his cock, puffy nipples leaking into his mouth like a faucet of syrup, Satoru’s hands and hips reaching desperately for him. Satoru cums on his cock once, twice, three times before Suguru has milked his tits dry. He grabs Satoru’s jaw, forces his mouth open and lets the milk slowly drip onto his tongue. “Have a taste, baby,” he rasps. Satoru cries and swallows, drooling on his chin and on Suguru’s fingers.
“You like daddy ripping into your cervix, drinking your tits dry?” He breathes into Satoru’s throat, picking up his pace. Satoru sobs louder, lifting his head from the sheets and fisting into Suguru’s hair, desperate pleas pouring from his lips, trying to change Suguru’s mind, begging him to take the condom off before finishing. It’s music to Suguru’s ears as Suguru holds him tighter and fucks him harder, griding in deep as though he’s trying to feel his wet heat through the condom. He forces Satoru’s legs to unwrap from around his waist and open flat on the sheets, as the build-up becomes too intense and he finally allows himself release. Grunting as he spills into the condom, controlled, shallow thrusts to make sure his abundant release doesn’t pour out of the rubber and inside Satoru. He pulls out much earlier than he usually would, carefully pulling the filled-up condom off and tying it at the head. Satoru remains whimpering and sniffling on the bed, eyes oceans of tears as they follow Suguru’s movements, his fingers twitch weakly at his sides, trying to make grabby hands towards the condom that’s now placed on the nightstand. “Please,” he rasps.
“No,” Suguru says with finality. He’s not planning to clean up Satoru tonight, allowing the milk to slowly dry on his skin, turning him sticky-sweet. But he does change the bed sheets after placing Satoru momentarily on the armchair. His boy trembles where he sits, naked and crying softly, hugging his knees into his chest, eyes following Suguru’s every move. He looks heartbroken and Suguru swoons.
“Bed, Satoru,” he says, once he’s done. Satoru stares at him for a few seconds, hint of defiance bubbling up in his cyan gaze. “I have all night to keep punishing you in increasingly unpleasant ways, my love, but you need to sleep to be ready for your mission. So, bed,” he says, almost cooing.
Satoru swallows and finally stands up from the armchair, legs shaking like a new born deer as he walks to the bed and drops onto the mattress, facing Suguru. Suguru lies down beside him, leans over him, kisses his forehead, his cheeks and nose, his lips, throat, gives a few more gentle sucks to each of his nipples, traces a tongue down his stomach to taste the sweetness. Satoru has long melted into the bed, his defiance turned into warm pliant honey when Suguru gives him one last kiss on his bruised clit. He opens his arms and waits until Satoru rolls onto his chest, face buried in Suguru’s throat, holding the strands of Suguru’s hair between his fingers until his breathing evens out and he falls asleep.
Suguru remains motionless and keeps breathing shallow when he feels Satoru attempting to remove his tangled limbs from Suguru’s. He hears gentle rustling and tastes the desperate cursed energy. He cracks his eyes open once he knows Satoru is not in bed anymore. His boy is standing on his knees on the floor by the nightstand. Suguru watches as he reaches for the small bin by the nightstand and fishes out the condom Suguru has cum into, he tries to untie the knot but his fingers are shaking and he’s clearly too frustrated so he brings the pouch to his mouth and rips into it with his teeth. He sighs in relief when the cold cum spills onto his lips and tongue, he spreads his knees and Suguru watches with half lidded eyes and Satoru brings his cum-covered fingers between his legs and smears it all over his folds. He gasps and covers his mouth to silence himself and Suguru knows he’s pushing his fingers into his cunt to get Suguru’s cum inside. Satoru licks his fingers clean after a few more moments of playing with Suguru’s cum in his cunt, his little sighs heavy and hitching when he finally crawls soundlessly back in bed. Suguru feels his boy’s pretty stare on his face, Satoru trying to figure out if Suguru is still asleep and once he finally deems it safe enough, he places himself back on Suguru’s chest, kisses over Suguru’s chest and curls tightly against him.
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Satoru licks his thumb and index finger as he goes through the file in his hands. He’s standing in Suguru’s study in a blue shirt and dark slacks. Satoru has the fashion sense of someone much older and Suguru finds it utterly endearing. Suguru takes a deep drag of his cigarette and watches Satoru’s face go through many different emotions at once.
“Does the entire village need to be eradicated?” He finally speaks, voice quiet and unsure, eyes still glued to the pages.
“They kidnapped, raped and murdered a sorcerer child, Satoru,” Suguru exhales.
“I know, but not all of them. Not every single one,” Satoru argues, finally looking up at him with heat in his eyes.
Suguru holds his cigarette between his fingers as he stands up to walk over to Satoru. His boy is growing taller by the day but he’s still at least a head shorter so he has to look up at Suguru. “Nobody stopped the ones who did it. Standing by as oppression happens is no smaller sin than what the oppressors commit,” he explains gently. Sometimes he finds the need to hammer things into Satoru’s stubborn brain time and time again.
“I know,” he replies softly, eyes glued to the burning head of Suguru’s cigarette.
“Besides, you want the first grade curse, right?” Satoru asks, finally looking up into Suguru’s dark gaze.
“Is that an issue for you, Satoru?” Suguru asks after a long pause.
Satoru opens his mouth, but closes it again and then again… “Why did you punish me like that?”
“Like what?” Suguru asks patiently.
“The… with… you denied me something that means a lot to me. Something that’s been mine since I was a kid. Only because I teased you a little bit. That’s never happened before and I’m,” his lips tremble as the pink flush on his neck rises higher, “confused.” Tears spill over and he angrily wipes at them.
Suguru’s heart sears. He holds a palm between them. “Give me your hand, my love.”
Satoru obeys immediately and places his hand in Suguru’s larger one. Suguru gently turns his delicate hand to face up, pulls his sleeve up a bit, the smoke curls out of his cigarette and blurs the space between them. “You belong to me,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to Satoru’s hair line. “Body and soul,” he says, wraps his finger tighter around Satoru’s dainty wrist. Satoru’s breath hitches and a shocked gasp leaves him when Suguru presses his cigarette into his delicate skin but doesn’t try to pull away. “I do what I do to you because I want to and because you need me to. Do you understand, my love?” He thumbs at the small round mark he’s just made.
Satoru sniffles, tears dripping onto their joint hands, he nods. “I need you,” he sobs quietly.
“I need you too, my Satoru,” he breathes.
“You need me to kill for you,” he says, voice hardened.
Suguru grabs his face in his hands and forces him to look up into his eyes. “Not for me, Satoru. For our people. For their safety. I need you well, I need you by my side, in my arms. Do you understand?” He says with conviction.
Satoru stares up at him with an inhumane amount of adoration and devotion, emotions swimming in his soul and Suguru can feel them, he can smell them and taste them.
“I understand.”
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TBC