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“It won't work,” Truthless Recluse had said, tone flat, though cheeks a bit flushed as he sat on top of the Sage's desk. He glanced away as the taller cookie took a seat in the cushy chair in front of the desk. A week of being left alone by Blueberry Milk was a tempting enough offer for him to agree to this ridiculous little test of his.
“Such a skeptic, my dear,” Blueberry Milk pouted.
“Hypnosis spells are a myth at best,” The Truthless Recluse mumbled back, shifting a bit uncomfortably on the desk. He refused to admit he was anything other than annoyed, even if the slight dusting of pink on his dough said otherwise.
“Pish posh…how would you even know hidden up in that stuffy tower all day, Clusey,” The Sage replied with a roll of his eyes, “You said yourself that you're not fully caught up on the advancements of Earthbread, yet. This spell is a recent addition to my repertoire, so I wish to try it.”
“Can't you try it on one of your little disciples,” The blond cookie huffed, crossing his arms across his chest.
“Now, now, my dearest Recluse,” The Sage said, voice dropping an octave in a way that made the hermit's cheeks get even more rosey, “This spell has unique side-effects that would make me using it on Sweet Apple or Lilac Sapphire extremely uncomfortable for everyone.”
He snaked a hand up to squeeze the blond's knee, getting the point across rather quickly, judging from the Recluse's soft, “ Oh… ” Such a depraved excuse of a man, honestly, but still, Truthless Recluse wasn’t exactly as vanilla as his scent would imply either.
The Sage grinned, fangs flashing just a bit, something he only allowed to show around his other half it seemed, as he grabbed his staff, “So…my dearest Recluse, you were my only option for this academic venture. Who knows…if it works like it should you might end up enjoying yourself a bit in our little… experiment.”
Truthless Recluse scoffed quietly and ducked his head, hiding his flushed face in the high collar of his robes, hat having been taken off earlier and hung alongside the Sage’s on the coat hooks by the door to his private office. He scowled slightly, almost quite adorably, really, with his nose all scrunched up like that. Witches, the Sage almost wanted to just squeeze his face in his hands so hard he left marks in that soft, tanned dough.
He reached over and gripped his Recluse's chin, tilting his head up to look at him. He clicked his tongue slightly before saying, “Alright now, my dear, I want you to keep your eyes up at all times and-” He tapped his staff on the ground for emphasis, “Right here. On the eye at the top of my staff. No looking away, now~.”
Truthless Recluse huffed, rolling his eyes, but nodded, mouth pressed into a thin line, determined to just get this over with as fast as possible. Blueberry Milk simply smiled again, moving his hand back down to the healer's leg, rubbing a little up from the knee in an almost soothing motion. The Recluse had yet to bat him away for the little affectionate display, so he continued on.
“Now,” Blueberry Milk said, dropping his voice again as he poured magic slowly into his staff, making the eye at the top start to steadily glow a soothing blue light, “I want you to stare into the light…watch how it pulses. Breath in when it shrinks and out when it expands.”
This is absolutely moronic , The Recluse thought to himself, but listened anyway. Eyes on the light, breath in…hold…breath out . It was an easy rhythm to follow, almost calming, really. It was almost like meditation. Eyes on the light, breath in…hold…breath out. His shoulders relaxed, and he felt the Sage squeeze a little at his inner thigh now, but he didn't bother batting him off or sending him a glare. He didn't quite mind whatever game his Sage was trying to play, but there was no way this would actually work. Eyes on the light…breath in…hold…breath out.
“ Good boy …keep staring into the light, and focus on my words,” The Sage purred, smirking a bit now, “Watch the light twist now as it pulses. What do you see?”
“A…spiral?” He mumbled back, blinking slowly. Eyes on the light…breath in…hold…breath out. His cheeks got even darker at the praise, thighs shifting ever so slightly. He would admit only to himself that this entire situation was leaving him a little hot under the collar.
“Yes, a pretty spiral…now, with each time it shrinks…each time you breathe in, it's pulling you deeper into its center,” He poured a bit more magic into his staff, making the spiral brighter for his sweet, little Recluse. With all the fuss he had given earlier, this was turning out to be easier than Blueberry Milk thought.
The Recluse couldn't pull his gaze away now even if he tried, because each time he even breathed it pulled him back into the center. He couldn't look away, he could only stare, jaw dropping slightly as he relaxed even more on the desk.
“You can't look away, you won't look away…with each pulse you feel your thoughts slip away and down the center of the spiral,” Blueberry Milk tilted his staff closer, more into the blond's face, slipping even more power into the spell, “And look at the center…what is it doing?”
It took the Recluse a moment to articulate himself, because with each breath his mind was getting fuzzier and fuzzier, thoughts slipping out of his head with each inhalation. Eyes on the lights, breath in, thoughts out…hold…breath out.
“P…Pulsing?” He eventually mumbled, eyes fluttering a bit.
“Yes…the center pulses rapidly each time you breathe out, doesn't it?” He watched his Recluse give a sluggish nod, and Blueberry Milk shifted in his cushy seat, trying to hide his own excitement just a bit, “When thoughts go down into the spiral you breathe in and when you breathe out you will throb in time with the center.”
Truthless Recluse looked confused for a moment as he took his breath in, and held it before letting it out, only to let out a startled, though soft moan. He squirmed for a moment, feeling his hole suddenly start throbbing between his legs. It throbbed heavily, matching up to the heavy pulses the center of the spiral gave.
“ Good boy .”
The Recluse couldn't help but give a breathy moan at the praise, not having the thought to stop himself anymore. He couldn’t hold on to his thoughts, period. Breath in, thoughts out…hold…breath out, throb.
“When you breathe in your thoughts are going down the spiral and when you breathe out they're going out from between your legs,” Blueberry Milk explained, using his strings to hold up the staff now, both hands pushing up his robes, and moving the bunched up hem into his Recluse's hands. His fingers clenched around the fabric automatically as he let out another breathy moan.
He pushed apart the other man's legs and let out a soft chuckle. He was much wetter than he thought it would be, the body suit already sticking to the Recluse's pussy like a second skin. Oh…what a little minx, acting like such a skeptic to hide the fact the whole thing turned him on so much already.
Licking his lips, the Sage let out a soft purr in the back of his throat. Oh, he couldn't help himself! He just simply had to see more~. He grabbed an ornate letter opener from his desk and used it to gently rip open the thin material of the body suit. He used his hands to rip it the rest of the way, revealing to him his sweet Recluse's throbbing little pussy, already so soaked and sticky.
He made sure his legs were spread wide and sat back in his chair. He looked at his darling's face, wide eyed and drooling slightly as he stared helplessly into the light on the staff. He looked so mindless already and they've just begun!
“Legs open wide, my dear,” The Sage ordered, thumbs rubbing little circles into his inner thighs, “Let the spiral fuck your thoughts away. It feels so good…with every breath your thoughts turn into a puddle between your legs. The center is pulsing even when you breathe in now, isn't it? So eager to leak out your thoughts, aren't you?”
Truthless Recluse only moaned in return, drool dribbling down his chin. He rolled his hips, rubbing his now naked pussy on the polished oak of the Sage's desk, smearing his thoughts around on the hard wood. He clenched and pulsed in time with the center of the spiral. It throbbed and pulsed as more thoughts got sucked from his head with each breath he took, and dribbled on to the desk below. His clit throbbed as well, just simply the cool air of the office on his heated flesh making it visibly twitch.
The Sage unbuttoned his pristine white trousers, and pulled out his throbbing cock. He stroked himself slowly, watching his darling other half so eagerly and mindlessly hump his desk, rubbing his pussy against it like some dumb animal seeking pleasure. A thought struck him and he got a wide grin on his face. He snapped his fingers and the light from the staff, the spiral pulsing his Recluse's thoughts away appeared in front of his cock. The spell immediately drew the Recluse's hazy gaze right to the hard cock between his legs.
“My cock is the spiral…my cock is fucking your thoughts away without me even touching you,” The Sage purred, listening to the Recluse gasp and whine. He moved the light up again, but this time to be right in front of the Recluse's face, center pulsing fast and heavy.
“Get up, my dear…come here,” Blueberry Milk ordered, crooking his finger.
Slowly and shakily the Recluse stood, desk top dripping with his juices. His thighs were sticky and he was still mindlessly holding up his robes as he shuffled over.
“Robes off.”
The robes hit the floor rather quickly, leaving the blond standing there in his ruined body suit and, of course, the souljam, glimmering that dull, grey blue sheen. Hmm…he would do something with that later. The Sage grabbed him gently, guiding him into his lap. This was the final moment he needed to lock in the spell, so he couldn’t dawdle.
He situated the Recluse just above his cock. He could feel him dripping, and the steady throbs of his cunt against the tip, and let out a soft moan himself. Restraint, he needed restraint. He licked his lips a bit and settled for teasingly rubbing against his hole for a moment. The Recluse's hips twitched but the Sage held his hips firmly.
“My dearest Recluse…when you cum your mind will be completely empty,” The Sage said, and he swore he felt him throb even harder, “When you slide down on my cock you will cum.”
“When my cock goes in, your mind goes out…do you understand, my dear?”
“Cock in…mind out,” The Recluse intoned followed by a tiny, needy whimper of, “ Want… ”
“Good boy,” The Sage purred, satisfied in knowing that the Truthless Recluse was enjoying this just as much as him with that fleeting moment of needy begging, “And when my cock goes in so does the spiral, filling up all that empty space in your empty little head.”
“Spiral in…cock in…mind out,” The blond mumbled back, trying to arch his hips, trying to sink down on the Sage's throbbing cock. Trying to fill his eager pussy and mind.
The Sage let go of the Recluse's hips and said one word, “ Sink. ”
Immediately the Recluse sunk himself down onto that throbbing cock, wincing slightly at the sudden stretch and sting. That wince soon turned into an open moan, jaw dropping as he quickly sunk fully down onto that cock. His pussy throbbed and spasmed in pure ecstasy around the Sage's twitching cock as he came and came. His mind emptied and emptied further and further with each rolling wave of orgasmic pleasure. There was nothing left but pleasure and the pulsing heat inside his pussy.
The ball of pulsing, spiraling light that was the spell slowly pressed into the Recluse's forehead, slipping into his very dough, coating his brain, it seemed, with its heavy, pleasurable magic. He whined, arching his back as another, strong, blissful orgasm washed over him. He fell limp against the Sage's chest, shivering a bit. Soft hands rubbed his back and he dully heard praise being cooed in his ears. The orgasms settled but the spiral remained, making him leak out any thoughts that threatened to form around the Sage's cock. His pussy pulsed steadily, constantly in that familiar rhythm.
Truthless Recluse whimpered, burying his face into his Sage's shoulder, thighs trembling. He felt so empty, so blissful…more relaxed than he's felt in years. Blueberry Milk smiled, and groaned softly himself, relaxing back into his chair, holding his other half close, feeling him simply throb around his cock. He would call this little venture into spell work a pure and utter success. If he could keep his dear Recluse like this forever he would. He would look so cute just forever seated on his cock.
He hummed a bit…with his dear so empty like this it wouldn't hurt to just…put some little suggestions into that vacant head of his, would it? He grinned, all teeth as he leaned down and started to whisper in Truthless Recluse's ear, slowly starting to bounce him on his lap, thumb going to rub at his aching clit.
He was going to teach his darling Recluse some important lessons.
A few hours later Truthless Recluse had awoken, tangled in the Sage's sheets. Something felt…off, but regardless, when he saw his ruined body suit on the floor he had quickly started smacking the cackling Sage with one of the obscene amounts of pillows the man had on the bed.
“You stupid excuse for a cookie! You bottle of curdled, sour milk! I know you can just vanish clothes!”
Blueberry Milk laughed loudly, and attempted to grab the pillow back from his dear Recluse. He didn't dare say that he simply enjoyed the sound of ripping fabric, lest he get a spell to the face rather than a pillow. He had a class to teach in the morning, after all.
Truthless Recluse eventually settled back down and shifted closer to the Sage, curling into Blueberry Milk’s side. He looked away for a long moment, hiding his face in his Sage’s shoulder.
“...I…did not mind that.”
“Hm…speak up my dear~.”
Blueberry Milk was met with another pillow slamming into his face, but he thought he heard a mumble of, “Not thinking is…kinda nice.”
The Sage couldn’t keep the grin off his face at that. What kind of partner would be if he didn’t do everything in his power to make his lover feel nice , hm? With what he had in mind, his dear, sweet Recluse would be feeling nothing but nice all the time, every day and every hour, right down to the minute.
Truthless Recluse had sat in the very back of the lecture hall, as perusal for the past week, a moody, dark figure in the back of his Sage's classroom. The students, even after all this time, still gave him apprehensive glances and a wide berth. Good…he didn't enjoy crowding, so it worked perfectly for him. He didn't even want to be here, truly, but due to loosing their little wager he was forced to attend all the Sage of Truth's lectures for the next month.
He sat tense, taking a shaky breath as the Sage stepped up to the podium. He greeted the class with a grin and started writing on the board, the rhythmic sound of chalk writing filling the room. He shifted in his seat, biting his lip. His pussy started to clench and throb just a little, pulsing for a few moments before stopping.
He let out a shaky breath through his nose, nails digging into the wooden seat below him. With the way he had subtly arranged his robes his naked cunt was pressed to the cool wood, providing a little relief, but only a little. He didn't wear anything under his robes anymore. He wasn't entirely sure why, but at least his body suits wouldn't get all sticky and wet, and stick to him uncomfortably. Leaving little puddles of arousal behind if he sat too long wasn't that bad of a trade off for some level of comfort. It almost felt natural. He didn't linger too long on that thought anymore.
He took in a sharp breath. He started throbbing again as the Sage talked, yapping away on the podium. It was like his voice was tied right to his cunt. At least he was actually giving a lecture of magic specifications rather than spreading his cruel truths, so he was getting off to the former rather than the latter. That was more tolerable. Not that he could focus much on the content itself, though, as his cunt throbbed heavily between his legs, only pausing when the Sage paused or a student asked a question.
He subtly rolled his hips, grinding himself down onto the wood of his seat, biting his lip so hard he tasted jam. His pussy rewarded him for the lewd action, it seemed, by giving several particularly hard throbs. He could feel wetness gathering below him, and he just simply smeared it around, being forced to sit in his own slutty little puddle of depravity. He should feel humiliated, but, again, it almost felt natural.
He breathed heavily, wanting to press his face into the desk but his eyes remained locked on the Sage, unable to look away, or even get up to leave. It just simply felt too good to sit and listen.
Time passed all too fast but too slow at the same time, as students filed out of class. Truthless Recluse blinked in confusion. The lecture had started just past noon and the sun was just starting to set now. Class was dismissed.
There was the click of heels on tile and the Recluse looked up with blurry eyes and flushed cheeks at the smug face of his Sage, who stalked up to him like a predator finally pining down its prey. He tried to scowl at the other man, but that was ruined by his desperate whimpers finally spilling free now that they were alone.
“You did such a good job~,” Blueberry Milk purred, leaning over his other half.
Truthless Recluse opened his mouth to reply but the Sage held up a finger, shushing him.
“I wasn't talking to you, my dear Recluse. I was talking to your cunt,” He said, eyes crinkling in that infuriatingly cute way they did whenever he smiled. His brain seemed to pause at words, between his legs pulsing happily at the praise.
“You're training him so well,” The Sage cooed, reaching down between the desk and the seat to push back thick black robes, revealing said pretty little cunt, throbbing with arousal and cute little clit twitching in the open air, “Look at all those thoughts on the seat. Teaching him it's better to think with you rather than that pretty little head of his.”
He throbbed so heavily now, his mind felt sluggish. His cunt…was thinking for him? Automatically his legs spread a bit more and sat back more in his seat, letting out a confused whine as he reached down and simply spread his lips open for the Sage's viewing pleasure.
“That's it. Stay just like that,” With a wave of his hand the curtains drew and doors locked, “All ready for today's lecture.”
The desk was moved aside with another flick of the Sage's wrist and his chair was moved forward, making him squeak just a little as he was now front and center at the Sage's podium. Legs spread, pussy spread and visibly throbbing.
“Hips up,” His hips lifted and he moaned softly. A snap of his fingers and the chair suddenly felt… different. There…was a hole in the center?
“Hips down,” Truthless Recluse moved without thinking, jolting a little when he felt something hard press against his throbbing hole, but not slip in.
“There…Good boy, good cunt ,” Blueberry Milk cooed, holding a ruler in his hands, tapping on against his palm as he spoke, “Legs spread wide, cunt in control and in your favorite chair. Let's begin~.”
He wrote something on the board, and Truthless Recluse's face flushed just a bit. He squirmed, staring at the words. There were ten sentences written on the board and each one made him simply squirm.
The Sage walked down and around, tapping the ruler against his palm. He stood behind Truthless Recluse now, hands on his shoulders.
“Now, my dear, we're going to go over the homework,” He whispered in his love's ear, “Question number one…true or false, Your cunt controls you.”
“Sage what--AAAH!” The ruler hit his throbbing clit with stinging accuracy, making his hips jolts and a hiss leave from between clenched teeth. It hurt…but his pussy clenched at the stinging pain as it bloomed into an aching pleasure.
“The question, my dear.”
“T-True,” He whimpered out after a moment to catch his breath. It had to be true. He wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't. His cunt was controlling him. A long moan left his lips as the tip of something solid, slick and hard pressed into him, pressing into his hungry hole so easily. He pulsed rhythmically around the tip.
“Correct~,” The Sage practically sang out, a grin on his lips as they continued, “Next question. Do you think with your cunt or do you think with your brain?”
“Mmm…My…cunt?” He couldn't be thinking with his brain right now if his cunt controlled him. Another inch slipped into him and he let out another whorish moan. His pussy fluttered in approval.
“Oh you're doing so well! You really did your homework, darling,” The Sage praised him again before moving on to the next question, “Complete the phrase. When you listen to your cunt you feel pleasure, and when you feel pleasure you're?”
“When…when I listen to my c…cunt I feel pleasure…’nd when I feel pleasure I'm …listening to my cunt,” The blond slurred out, breaths coming out in heavy pants and soft moans as another inch slid into him. It felt so good…to listen. He loved listening.
“Oh, such a good student, my dear Recluse~,” The Sage said, using his ruler to softly rub his aching clit, making him shiver and jolt in pure pleasure, “True or false, It is better to think with your brain instead of your cunt.”
“...F…false…cunt better,” It took him a moment to articulate himself. It felt so much better to think with the pulsing heat between his legs rather than his head. Another inch pushed in letting him know he got it right.
“Yes…it's so much better to think with your cunt than with your brain, my dear. To let your sweet little cunt train you, to let aaaalll your thoughts leak out of that throbbing hole,” He pressed a kiss to the top of his favorite ‘student's’ head with a smile.
The questions went by quickly, leaving the Recluse trembling in his seat, nearly fully seated on the dildo pushed into him and them on the very last question.
“Last question, my dear…now tell me…who controls your cunt? Who controls you ?”
Oh…oh that was so easy! The Recluse smiled blankly, breaths heavy and drool dripped down his chin as he slurred out, “You…you control meeeee ~.”
The final inch entered and he threw back his head and moaned loudly as it bottomed out. His pussy pulsed harshly, constantly, on the very edge. He could not cum. He would not cum. His cunt controlled him, and, as question 6 said, good cunts edge the thoughts away.
There wasn't a thought left to be seen that wasn't the puddle of slick on the floor and on the chair.
He didn't notice his hands being moved to the arms of the chair. When did he get naked? It didn't matter as restraints were locked around his wrist and ankles. Magic pulsed briefly between his legs and the Recluse could only moan helplessly as the dildo started to vibrate softly.
He was all ready for class, now.
The Sage leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the top of his sweet Recluse's head. He looked so adorable like this, a shaking, drooling little mess all for him. It was a good look for his other half, truly. He couldn't help but squeeze his cheeks in his hands, cooing softly at the already fucked out look in his eyes. He gave him one more little smooch, pressing his lips to the smaller cookie's own slack ones. He almost felt reluctant to start this little private class of theirs.
After one extra nose nuzzle for the road, Blueberry Milk walked back up to the podium and erased the homework questions from the board. He clapped his hands, a wide grin on his lips that almost bordered on sinister as he charmed the chalk to start writing on the board behind him as he spoke.
“Today we'll be learning about the value of daily edging and the applications and advantages of chastity belts,” He stated happily, “And, first of all, my dear, can you tell me when and where you should be edging.”
It took a moment for his star pupil to find his words, but Truthless Recluse eventually managed to get out a shaky, “Hnn…when…when I wake up, ‘nd before I got to bed, and whenever my…my cunt tells me to inbetween.”
“Excellent! Perfect answer!” He snapped his fingers and the blond moaned, shivering in pleasure as the vibrations increased slightly, “What about where, darling?”
“An…anywhere I…I can without getting c…caught…cause my pl…pleasure is for your eyes on…only,” The Recluse mumbled, cheeks flushed even as he rolled his hip, grinding into the toy like the slut he was.
“ Good boy,” The Sage purred, snapping his fingers again to increase the vibrator ever so slightly.
“What are the acceptable ways to edge, dear Recluse?”
“A-Ah! Uh…mmnnn…,” Truthless Recluse babbled for a moment, pleasure addled mind trying to process the question, “N…no hands…hump or l…let cunt train mme…pulse to spiral.”
“Good, good,” The Sage licked his lips a bit, palming himself through his trousers. He could only think about the last time he was at the Peak of Truth to see his sweet Recluse. The poor thing was trying to argue with him while humping the corner of a table, trying and failing to be subtle. He could see him, though, moving his hips and rubbing his messy little clit against the wood. He could smell his sweet vanilla musk just as he could now.
“You must always listen to your cunt, when it starts to pulse you must listen. You must edge, and hump and leak out those meaningless little thoughts,” The Sage said, he smiled and said, “You are addicted… so helplessly addicted. It's good, because you are learning, my dear. Edging is the perfect learning tool for a slut like you.”
Truthless Recluse nodded dumbly, taking in the Sage's words like a sponge. He was indeed addicted. He was addicted to edging. He was always wet, always edging it seemed. Even when he slept his pussy pulses rhythmically, edging him softly, making sure he woke up ready and eager to hump the pillow already between his legs. Edging made sure he was learning to always think with his cunt.
“It's been an entire week since you last came, my dear. Tell me, what are orgasms reserved for?”
“Re…rewards…and when I…I sit on your cock…,” He whispered out, whimpering at the mere thought of the Sage's cock inside any of his holes, “Then…then my cunt won't stop cumming. Cock in, mind out.”
“Yes…cock in and mind out…what do you become when you have no mind at all, my darling?”
“Y…Your mindless sex toy…,” His pussy was pulsing so hard around that dildo inside him. He moaned lowly, eyes fluttering. He smiled a little, breathing heavy, and hands twitched in their soft restraints.
“Good boy…good…I think you deserve a little reward, no?” Blueberry Milk smiled, unbuttoning his pants, groaning when his cock finally sprang free. He chuckled as the Recluse drooled, eyes locked on his throbbing cock. The Sage's cock was the spiral, after all, and just looking at it drained his thoughts away.
“I don't want to break your little edging streak so early, though, do I,” He said with a smirk, slowly holding up the Recluse's souljam. He could feel the warmth off it already, the normally hard shell looking much softer and gooey.
Truthless Recluse blinked in confusion, and mumbled a soft, “My…souljam?”
“No, no…my dear Recluse, this is your second cunt, not a souljam, silly,” The Sage explained, gently stroking the center, rubbing teasing as the surface gave way slightly. The blond moaned, feeling a strange pleasure travel through him as fingers slowly pushed in.
“Look how eagerly it swallows up my fingers, how it leaks around them. My…feel how it throbs and pulses. This is most definitely a cunt,” He pumped his fingers in and out slowly, watching Truthless Recluse twitch in utter pleasure, jaw slacked, eyes rolled somewhat back.
“A cunt made solely for edging. It can't cum no matter what,” He slowly pulled his fingers out, slightly glowing fluid sticking to his fingers. He licked it off like it was the most wonderful of delicacies, humming in pure satisfaction. He reached down and pumped his cock and floated the souljam down in front of it.
“Perfect for this reward…maybe next month you can actually sit on my cock and cum until there's nothing left, but I wish to keep you perfectly edged until you completely forget how to think with your brain, and are only capable of thinking with your cunt,” With a long moan he slowly slid into the souljam, its slick, squishy mass squeezing around his cock eagerly. It throbbed rhythmically around him as he started to thrust slowly.
Recluse arched off the chair, pussy throbbing in a way that was so tantalizingly close to an orgasm, but never crossing that line. He could feel each thrust the Sage gave, but somehow it felt like it was through his whole body. His entire being was throbbing , his very soul eagerly taking Blueberry Milk's cock. He could only gasp, eyes rolled fully back and tongue hanging out of his mouth lewdly. He mindlessly started to bounce himself on the dildo, his cunt guiding him. Controlling him, as the Sage just thrusted faster, using his very being like a fleshlight.
He screamed, tears and drool dripped down his face as the Sage fully thrust into the souljam one last time, and warm cum started to pump inside. He whined, slamming himself fully down onto the dildo. The souljam clenched down, milking him with its steady pulsing. The Recluse felt warm, full in an odd, but wonderful way. He fell limp, cunt pulsing happily between his legs as the Sage pulled out. He didn't cum. He couldn't cum…not from his second cunt.
“Good boy…,” The Sage breathed out, tucking himself away, watching his cum slowly drip from the souljam with a smug smile on his lips.
At the end of class the Recluse was shakily standing, pussy pulsing so hard still. The Sage smiled as he walked over, his last gift of the evening in hand. They did go over the benefits of chastity belts today so he found it only appropriate. Plus, it was the perfect place to store his Pet's souljam. It was shrunk down a bit, placed on the customized inlay on the inside.
“Legs spread, Pet,” Blueberry Milk ordered, and he obeyed automatically. That is what the Recluse was on his way to becoming, after all, an obedient, slutty little Pet, so he should be referred to as such, the Sage decided. The Recluse tilted his head in confusion, breathing heavily still.
“What other place would your second cunt be, Pet? What better place than always rubbing together with your main cunt. Both always pulsing, both training you to be my perfect edge slut of a Pet,” The Sage cooed, guiding the Recluse into the chastity belt and pulling it up almost teasingly slow. The minute his pussy kissed the throbbing, squishy warmth of his souljam Truthless Recluse's jaw dropped again as they pulsed in complete unison. He moaned, eyes staying rolled back slightly as he shivered in pleasure as the lock clicked, sealing his fate.
He whined, hips twitching desperately, and the Sage only cooed, squishing his cheeks in his hands, “Aww, does Clusey want to hump? Does he want to edge and let his cunt think for him?”
The Recluse whined loudly, nodding rapidly as his hips squirmed, his entire being throbbing and pulsing. Blueberry Milk took pity on such a pathetic display, “Aw…come here, darling, come hump my thigh while I grade.”
As soon as the pair were situated Truthless Recluse cuddled up to his Sage, fingers clinging to his vest and face buried in his shoulder as hips moved mindlessly. His clit got almost no stimulation, due to the belt but his cunts rubbed together happily. The Sage even bounced his thigh a bit for him, such a generous Owner he had.
That is what the Sage was, after all. Blueberry Milk owned his pussy, both of them, so he owned the Recluse, mind and soul. He was his Owner.
When Truthless Recluse woke up the next morning he did not pause to question the chastity belt between his legs. He simply scooted to the edge of his bed, braced one leg on the floor and started to hump the edge of the mattress mindlessly.
He needed to edge.
He needed to listen to his cunts.
He actively chose at that moment to ignore his brain.
He thought with his cunts and he needed to edge until his cunts decided that he would stop.
His cunts controlled him…and his Owner controlled his cunts, so he controlled Truthless Recluse.
He didn't think he would want it any other way.