The Morning After

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Caleb woke to the sound of rain tapping softly against the tall windows of Damien’s penthouse.

His body ached.

Not the dull ache of stress or fatigue—this was different. Deeper. Stretching from the base of his spine to the soft soreness between his thighs. It was the ache of being used. Of being filled and claimed and bent until there was no question who he belonged to.

He was on silk sheets again. Still naked.

Still full of Damien’s cum.

His breath hitched.

His thighs reflexively pressed together, like he could hold it inside longer. Like he wanted to stay claimed.

“You’re awake,” came the low, familiar voice.

Damien stood by the window, already dressed in dark slacks and a half-buttoned dress shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows. He looked sinfully gorgeous—his collarbones exposed, hair damp from a recent shower, coffee in hand.

Caleb flushed. “Yeah…”

“You slept well.”

It wasn’t a question.

Caleb nodded anyway. “I think so.”

Damien walked toward the bed, setting the coffee on the nightstand. He leaned down and brushed Caleb’s cheek with his thumb. The gentleness was unexpected—and even more dangerous.

“Your schedule’s changed.”

Caleb blinked. “What?”

“You won’t be going back to campus today. Or tomorrow.”

“But I have class—”

“I’ve already handled it. Your professors received a perfectly worded email with a signed letter from an important ‘family contact.’” Damien’s lips curled faintly. “You’re now on a two-week leave for ‘personal adjustment and remote mentorship.’”

Caleb’s mouth opened. Then closed.

“You—handled my school?”

“I handle you,” Damien corrected smoothly. “Your time is mine now, Caleb.”

“But—my roommates—”

“I’ve relocated your things. You’ll find them in your new bedroom.”

Caleb sat up in bed, stunned. “You moved me in?!”

Damien tilted his head. “Would you prefer to spend your nights on a creaky dorm bed, fingering yourself to the thought of my voice?”

Caleb went bright red. “I—I didn’t—”

“Lying will earn you punishments,” Damien said calmly. “And I assure you, I enjoy those more than you will.”

The heat that rose in Caleb’s chest wasn’t entirely shame.

It was arousal.

Terror.

Longing.

“But my friends—what if someone notices I’m—”

“Owned?”

Caleb froze.

“That’s what this is, Caleb. A claim. You don’t leave unless I say so. You eat what I provide. You learn what I teach. You wear what I choose. You obey.”

Damien leaned in close, voice brushing his lips.

“And in return, you will be treasured. Protected. Fucked until you forget how to stand. I will teach you pleasure that will ruin you for anyone else.”

Caleb’s whole body reacted—nipples hardening, breath hitching, thighs twitching under the covers.

“You’re free to walk out,” Damien added softly. “Right now. I won’t stop you.”

Caleb stared at him. At the open door.

At the man holding his future in one hand—and his body in the other.

He didn’t move.

“I thought so,” Damien whispered.

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An hour later, Caleb stood in a walk-in closet the size of his entire dorm room.

Every piece of clothing fit his body perfectly. White button-downs, slacks, silk robes, tailored loungewear. Every tag was designer. Every fabric whisper-soft.

In the corner—six drawers. Labeled:

Collars

Toys

Lubes

Restraints

Plugs

Devices

He swallowed hard and stepped away from them.

On the bed in the adjacent room lay a folded outfit: soft gray joggers, a snug black T-shirt, and a silver chain collar with a small clasp in the front.

Not locked.

Just… closed.

Caleb touched the collar with trembling fingers.

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When he walked into the kitchen, collar on, Damien was already sitting with his laptop open.

He looked up.

And smiled.

“You wore it.”

Caleb flushed. “You wanted me to.”

“I didn’t say you had to.”

“I know,” Caleb said quietly. “That’s why I did.”

Damien stood, walked toward him, and cupped his jaw. “You’re learning fast.”

His thumb brushed the edge of the collar.

“You’ll wear it during the day. At night, you’ll switch to the locking one.”

“…Locking?”

Damien didn’t answer.

Just kissed him. Slow. Deep.

Then said, “Breakfast.”

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They ate in silence—toast, fruit, eggs. Caleb wasn’t sure what was more surreal: the fact that he was eating like a kept thing in a penthouse, or the fact that Damien watched him like he was a starved man and Caleb was dessert.

When he finished, Damien reached out and wiped his lip with a napkin.

“I’ll be in meetings for the next three hours,” he said. “You’ll wait for me in the study.”

“What do I… do?”

“You’ll kneel.” Damien’s voice was calm. “You’ll remain still. You won’t touch yourself. You’ll wear the vibrating plug I left for you on the vanity.”

Caleb’s heart stopped.

“Wait—you want me to—”

“Be obedient.” Damien stepped closer, hand sliding along Caleb’s throat. “That’s all you need to be. Can you do that for me, pet?”

Caleb’s breath stuttered.

“…Yes.”

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The plug was heavy in his palm. Sleek. Black. Remote-controlled.

The instructions had been handwritten on a small card:

> Insert before kneeling. Do not touch. Do not make noise. Do not cum.

If you fail, you will be punished.

—D

Caleb stared at himself in the mirror.

Trembling, flushed.

He lubed it up with shaky fingers, bent over the vanity, and slid it in.

He gasped.

It was snug. Full. The bulb pressed against that soft, vulnerable spot inside him and made his knees shake.

He pulled on the joggers and shirt again, then crawled to the center of the study and knelt—head bowed, hands resting on his thighs.

And he waited.

One minute.

Two.

Five.

Then—buzz.

The plug came to life inside him.

Caleb choked on a gasp, body jolting.

The vibrations were slow. Deep. Measured.

He clenched around it, thighs twitching.

And then it stopped.

Only silence.

Ten minutes passed. Then it started again—this time faster. Then nothing. Then again. Teasing. Tormenting.

By the time Damien returned hours later, Caleb was sweating, shaking, eyes glassy with unshed tears.

Damien shut the door behind him and stepped into the room.

“You didn’t cum,” he said softly.

Caleb nodded with a whimper. “N-No…”

“Good.”

He walked behind Caleb, knelt with him, and wrapped both arms around his waist.

“You did so well,” he whispered into his neck. “So fucking good.”

He kissed Caleb’s jaw, cheek, lips.

“I’m going to fuck you now. Right here. Just like this.”

Caleb sobbed, relief and arousal colliding.

“Please…”

Damien’s hands undressed him slowly.

And when he slid in—plug and all—Caleb felt everything.

Felt like a toy.

Felt like a pet.

Felt like his.

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