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"Pretty boy..." Oswald crooned softly with a gentle smile. "So, so pretty..."
Edward mumbled a weak attempt at a response, slurred into muttered abstraction by two of Oswald's glove-covered fingers pressing down against his tongue. Saliva messily bubbled and streamed down his chin, coating Oswald's fingers and trailing down his slim (delicate, Edward would have described it) wrist, as his tongue twisted and writhed against the intrusion.
Oswald's other hand was threaded tightly, authoritatively, in Edward's short hair, keeping his head still as he slowly pressed his fingers deeper, trailing over his gums, his teeth, and to the very back of his throat.
"That's it, there we go." Oswald praised calmly, slightly adjusting his crossed legs as he sat forward on their bed. "You're taking it so good for me, pretty boy. You're doing so well."
Though his bound body shifted slightly in discomfort, his lean muscles twisting and shivering underneath the heavy latex bondage that kept him still and subservient under Oswald's feet, Edward's eyes (that were normally hidden away behind his glasses but were now clear and oh-so-expressive) fluttered with a poorly concealed pleasure and he moaned appreciatively as Oswald pressed his fingers even deeper, with the clear intention of testing just how far he could push his pet's gag reflex.
Pet.
Yes, Oswald thought with another smile, though this one was smug and private and just for himself to enjoy. That was quite a fitting moniker for Edward.
He would never admit it to him (lest Edward's penchant for a multitude of filthy fetishes be anything but mocked), but Oswald quietly relished in this invasive examination. He enjoyed the way that Edward's throat would tighten and constrict as he tried to swallow around his fingers, and how Edward's adam's apple would bob (nervously, fearfully) with each attempt, somewhat disguising his all too obvious pleasure.
He would have to listen to Edward's suggestions more often, he thought.
Thinking that Edward was now surely used to the intrusion of two fingers, Oswald then added a third finger to his mouth, watching intently as Edward's body lurched again with discomfort and his eyes squeezed tightly shut as he tried to resist the (obvious) urge to retch and gag.
A few stray tears streaked down his flushed cheeks from the strained effort of resistance, and a cough of drool sputtered from his lips and down his chest, making the latex gleam and shine like polished leather.
Black leather suited Edward well.
And though his expression indicated discomfort, perhaps even a degree of pain, his erection was hard and eager underneath a too-tight pair of briefs and made his arousal all too obvious.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you, my pet? You like being underneath me, doing as I say?" Oswald asked curiously, as he, once again, pressed his fingers down against Edward's tongue, snickering softly at the way Edward moaned unabashedly at the demeaning pet name (or was it the quiet declaration of ownership?) and nodded his head.
"Ghk-" Edward made another attempt to speak, though he couldn't manage much but a quiet vocalization, a helpless gurgle of pleasure, but the intention behind it was more than enough to satisfy Oswald.
"Of course you do. After all, good pets do what they're told, don't they?" Oswald cooed sweetly (sickeningly), smiling again when Edward nodded. "And you're such a good boy, after all. You should get a treat for listening to me so well, I think."
Deciding to finally take pity on his poor pet, Oswald rewarded Edward's good behavior by pressing the sole of his boot down on the bulge in his briefs, slowly running it up and down Edward’s aching cock that lay beneath the thin (sodden) fabric.
Edward let out a desperate groan and his body immediately lurched at the stimulation, his hips jutting up in a desperate need for more and his chest urging forward in an attempt to contain his pleasure, practically folding in half. But Oswald was able to keep him (mostly) still with his now strained grip on his hair, pulling the subtly curling strands tightly, painfully. This did very little, though, to stop his now consistent shaking and straining underneath his binds, in a way that reminded Oswald of a caterpillar trying to shed its cocoon.
An apt comparison, he thought.
"Easy, easy now." Oswald then said, his voice taking on a low, almost chiding tone as he pulled Edward's hair harder, forcing his head back straight and a pained whimper to fall from his gasping lips. "Be a good boy."
He didn't stop pressing his boot down on his cock, though, smirking cruelly at the way Edward continued to writhe.
"If you want to cum," Oswald started, trailing the pressure of his boot down until the pointed tip playfully (painfully) nudged Edward's balls, making him flinch with each prod. "You're going to have to hump my foot like the little puppy you are, pet."
Through a haze of unshed tears still clinging to his eyelashes, Edward's eyes widened and his thighs pressed together, his shaking body suddenly going still.
"Oh yes, you heard me right." Oswald grinned, tugging his head forward so Edward's chin was resting on his folded knee, looking pretty as a picture.
"Upfff..ghk-" Edward attempted to vocalize again, his teeth digging into the leather glove just a little. A thin silver string of drool was now trailing from his chin and down to his bound chest, glittering almost silver in the low light of their bedroom.
He was truly beautiful like this, Oswald thought indulgently. Bound and (effectively) gagged, his face flushed and his hair sweaty, and loving every moment of it.
“I’m not going to ask you again, Edward,” Oswald said finally. "Hump my foot. I know that you want to show me how much of a good boy you are."
Edward let out a short (perhaps even resigned) huff through his nose before he started to subtly jut his hips against the sole of Oswald's boot, again and again, rubbing his clothed cock against the rubber and leather.
Oswald himself couldn't help but bite his lip and press his own thighs together as he watched the display, feeling a warm stirring of his own underneath his trousers.
Maybe he would let Edward take care of that after he came.
If he was a good boy.