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The afterglow was warm and languid, a comfortable haze that settled over them both like a blanket. Leonard lay sprawled across Klein's chest, boneless and satisfied, his breathing still coming in soft pants. Klein's fingers traced idle patterns along Leonard's spine, occasionally dipping lower to tease at the small of his back.
"Mmm," Leonard hummed contentedly, nuzzling into Klein's neck. "That was good."
"Just good?" Klein asked, amusement coloring his voice. His hand stilled on Leonard's back.
Leonard lifted his head enough to meet Klein's eyes, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "Amazing. Incredible. Mind-blowing. Better?"
"Much," Klein agreed, pressing a kiss to Leonard's forehead. They lay like that for a few more minutes, trading soft kisses and quieter touches, until Klein's expression shifted into something more thoughtful.
"I need to ask you something," Klein said, his tone shifting from playful to more serious, though his fingers never stopped their gentle exploration of Leonard's skin.
Leonard felt his heart skip. That tone usually meant Klein had been planning something. "Yeah?"
"My birthday is in a few days," Klein began, and Leonard could feel the smile in his voice even before he looked up to see it. "March fourth. I've been working on something special, but I need your help with part of it."
Interest sparked through Leonard. He pushed himself up on his elbows to look at Klein properly. "What kind of help?"
Klein's eyes were dark with promise, that particular gleam that always made Leonard's stomach flip. "The kind where you spend my birthday being my good little bitch."
The words sent a bolt of heat straight through Leonard despite how thoroughly he’d just been wrung out he'd just been. His cock gave a valiant twitch of interest against Klein's hip. "I—yes. Goddess, yes. What did you have in mind?"
"All right puppy," Klein said, his hand sliding up to cup Leonard's face, thumb brushing over his cheekbone with devastating tenderness. "I was thinking—”
The world stuttered.
One moment Klein was speaking, and the next Leonard was being pinned to the mattress, Klein's weight pressing him down as Klein kissed him with bruising intensity. Leonard gasped into Klein's mouth, his mind reeling with the sudden gap in continuity.
His cock was soft between them, and Klein's hand—Klein's hand was sticky with cum, still wrapped around Leonard's spent length, stroking gently through the oversensitivity.
"Wh—" Leonard tried to speak, but Klein swallowed the sound with another kiss.
When Klein finally pulled back, Leonard was panting, his mind scrambling to piece together what had just happened. He remembered agreeing. Remembered Klein starting to explain. And then nothing.
Just this moment, pinned beneath his god, obviously freshly fucked if the mess between them was any indication.
"Did you—" Leonard's voice came out rough. "Did you just—"
"Steal your memory? Yes." Klein's grin was absolutely wicked as he finally released Leonard's cock, bringing his cum-slicked hand up between them. "You came so hard when I finished explaining everything. You loved the idea. You were practically begging me to start right then."
Leonard felt heat flood his face. He had no memory of it—no memory of coming, of hearing Klein's plans, of anything between agreeing and this moment. But his body told the story: the pleasant ache, the mess coating Klein's hand, the way his cock was only now beginning to soften completely.
Leonard felt his face heat. He had no memory of it, but his body bore the evidence. His cock was soft and sensitive, his skin flushed, his breathing still slightly elevated. "That's not fair," he complained, though there was no real heat in it.
"Isn't it?" Klein's voice was amused. He shifted his hand, bringing his cum-coated fingers closer to Leonard's mouth. "You got to hear all about what I have planned. You got so hard listening to me describe it, got so worked up thinking about spending my birthday as my perfect little slut. And then you came, and now you don't remember any of it."
Leonard whimpered, his mind reeling with the implications. He'd evidently agreed to something, he had no idea what that something was.
The uncertainty was intoxicating.
"Okay," he said softly. "Okay. So what happens now?"
"Now," Klein said, pressing a kiss to Leonard's nose, "you clean up the mess you made on my hand."
It wasn't a request. Leonard knew the tone, knew what Klein expected. He opened his mouth obediently, and Klein fed him his cum-covered fingers one at a time. The taste was familiar, bitter and salty. Leonard sucked Klein's fingers clean, his tongue working between them, getting every drop.
"Good boy," Klein praised, watching with dark, appreciative eyes. "My perfect puppy."
When Klein's hand was clean, he pulled his fingers free and grabbed a small box that had appeared on the bed besides them. Something Klein had evidently already shown off to him before he forgot.
Leonard's heart began to race, recognizing the box as one of the things Klein had bought on Leonard's birthday. They’d used a few items that Klein had purchased in the weeks after.
But they hadn't used this one yet.
Klein opened the box to reveal the cock cage inside. It was almost elegant in its simplicity— sleek metal rings forming a cage, There was a small lock, and a key on a delicate chain.
"This," Klein said, his voice rich with satisfaction, "is going to help make sure you behave for the next few days."
Leonard's mouth went dry. "A few days?"
"Until my birthday," Klein confirmed. He set the box aside and wrapped the chain with the key around his own neck, the small bit of metal settling against his collarbone like a pendant. The sight of it sent a thrill through Leonard—his god, marked by the key to Leonard's pleasure. "That gives you four days locked up. No touching, no coming, no getting hard."
"Four days?" Leonard's voice came out strangled. They'd done denial before—Klein loved making him wait, loved watching him get desperate—but never for that long.
"Four days," Klein repeated, running his fingers through Leonard's hair soothingly even as his words promised torment. "I need you nice and desperate for my birthday. Need you so worked up that you'll do anything I ask."
"I already do anything you ask," Leonard pointed out, but his cock was beginning to show interest again despite how recently he'd come.
Klein noticed, his smile turning predatory. "Then this will just make it more intense. Now lie back and let me put this on you."
Leonard obeyed, settling back against the pillows and spreading his legs. His cock was half-hard once again, and Klein wrapped a hand around it, stroking slowly.
"Can't put it on while you're hard," Klein complained mockingly, his touch maddeningly light. "So you need to relax for me."
But relaxing was impossible with Klein touching him, with Klein's eyes on him like that, with the knowledge of what was about to happen.
Eventually Klein took pity on him, snapping his fingers once. The arousal drained away instantly, leaving Leonard's cock soft and his mind slightly fuzzy at the edges. Klein made quick work of it then, sliding the rings on first—one around the base of Leonard's cock, another behind his balls. They were snug but not uncomfortable, the metal cool against his heated skin.
Then came the cage itself, sliding over his soft cock and locking into place with a small click. Klein attached the lock, sealing it shut, and then sat back to admire his work.
"Perfect," Klein murmured, his hand cupping Leonard's balls—the only part of him still truly accessible now. "Look at you. All locked up and pretty for me."
Leonard looked down at himself. The cage was strange, the weight of it unfamiliar. He could feel it restricting him, even soft. When he tried to think about arousing things—about Klein, about what might happen in four days—he could feel his cock trying to swell, but the cage prevented it. The pressure was immediate and frustrating.
"How does it feel?" Klein asked, his fingers playing gently with Leonard's balls, rolling them carefully in his palm.
"Strange," Leonard admitted. "Tight. I can already tell it's going to be torture."
"That's the idea," Klein said with obvious satisfaction, running his thumb over the small gaps in the metal bars. "You're going to feel this constantly for the next four days. Every time you get aroused, every time you think about what I might have planned, you're going to feel the cage stopping you from getting hard. Reminding you that you belong to me. That I control when you get to feel pleasure."
Leonard's hips tried to buck up into Klein's touch, but there was nowhere to go. The cage prevented any real friction, any relief. "Klein," he whimpered.
"And you're not going to be able to cum," Klein continued, his voice taking on that cruel edge that Leonard loved. "No matter how desperate you get, how much you want to, you'll be locked up. Unable to touch yourself. Unable to find release."
He leaned down, his lips brushing against Leonard's ear. "Tell me, puppy. How does it feel knowing that the last orgasm you're going to have for the next four days is one you can't even remember?"
The words sent a shiver through Leonard's entire body. It was cruel. It was perfect. It was exactly the kind of thing that made him fall more in love with Klein every day.
The question, combined with Klein's light touch on the cage, made Leonard's cock try to fill. But the cage prevented it, keeping him soft, the metal constraining him. The sensation was strange and frustrating and incredibly arousing all at once.
"Klein," Leonard whimpered, his hips trying to move even though there was no relief to be found.
"Answer me," Klein said, his hand moving lower to cup Leonard's balls, the only part of his cock that was truly accessible now. His fingers were gentle, rolling and squeezing lightly. "Tell me how it feels."
"It's..." Leonard struggled to find words, his mind hazy with conflicting sensations. "It's maddening. Not knowing. Not being able to remember. Knowing I came and can't recall it."
"And?" Klein prompted, his fingers continuing their torturous exploration of Leonard's balls.
"Hot," Leonard admitted, his voice breaking slightly. "It's hot. Knowing you have that much control. That you can just... take things from me. Memories. Orgasms. Everything."
"Everything," Klein agreed, his voice dropping lower. "Because you're mine, aren't you, puppy? Your body, your pleasure, your very thoughts—all mine to play with."
"Yes," Leonard gasped, trying again to get hard and feeling the cage prevent it. The frustration was building already, and it had only been minutes.
Klein's expression shifted slightly, becoming more thoughtful, more predatory. "and You know," he said conversationally, even as his hand continued to play with Leonard's balls, "I could be lying to you right now."
Leonard blinked, confused "What?"
"About what you agreed to," Klein clarified, his thumb pressing against the sensitive spot just behind Leonard's balls, making him keen. "You have no memory of what we discussed. No way to verify what you agreed to. For all you know, you hated my idea. Maybe you safe-worded during the negotiation and I'm just telling you that you agreed." His smile was wicked, teasing. "How would you know the difference?"
The suggestion made Leonard's breath stop in his throat. The idea that Klein could be manipulating him, could have changed the memory or be lying about what Leonard agreed to—it should have been frightening. It should have made him want to safe out, to demand Klein return the memory.
Instead, it made him harder. Or tried to—the cage bit into his flesh as his cock attempted to swell, the metal refusing to allow it. The combination of arousal and frustration making him cry out.
"You're not though," Leonard managed to gasp, his voice shaking. "You wouldn't."
"No?" Klein asked, his tone light, teasing. He pressed harder against Leonard's balls, not quite painful but close. "Why are you so sure?"
"Because I trust you," Leonard said immediately, the words automatic, fundamental. "I trust you completely. You would never—you'd never actually hurt me like that. Never betray my trust."
Klein's expression softened, the predatory edge giving way to something warmer, more tender. His hand gentled on Leonard's balls, the touch becoming soothing rather than tormenting.
He kissed Leonard again, deeper this time, pouring affection into it. When he pulled back, his eyes were bright with emotion. "Everything we discussed, everything you agreed to—it's all things you want. Things that will push you but never break you. I promise."
"I know," Leonard said, his own voice thick with feeling. "I know you'd never hurt me. Not really. Not in any way that matters."
"I’m glad." The playfulness returned to Klein's expression. "and as for what I will do to over the next few days..." He trailed off, his hand reaching up to pinch Leonard’s nipple. "I did promise I'd be nice. That I wouldn't tease you too much."
Leonard didn't believe that for a second. Klein’s definition of “nice” when it came to Leonard tended to be rather loose. Define 'too much,'" he said dryly.
Klein's smiled wider. "Well, I can't promise I won't touch you at all. That would be boring. And I certainly can't promise I won't fuck you—we both know I can't keep my hands off you for that long. But I'll try to be gentle about it." His hand drifted back down to palm Leonard's caged cock through the metal. "Try not to make you too desperate. Probably"
"That's your version of being nice?" Leonard asked, already knowing he was going to suffer.
"I'm being very generous," Klein insisted. He gave the cage a gentle squeeze that made Leonard gasp. "I could be much meaner. I could bring out one of my other avatars and have them fuck me in front of you. I could make you watch while I get myself off and don't let you participate at all. I could spend hours edging you—or trying to, with this in the way."
Each suggestion sent a spike of arousal through Leonard, causing his cock to press harder against it’s confines.
"But I won't do any of that," Klein continued, his voice syrupy sweet. "Because I promised to be nice. "
Leonard groaned. Four days of Klein touching him, fucking him, using him, all while he was locked up and unable to get properly hard or cum.
"You're evil," Leonard accused breathlessly.
"I'm creative," Klein corrected. He gave the cage an experimental tug, and Leonard felt the pull at the base of his cock, felt the restriction. "And you're going to look so pretty like this. My puppy, locked up and desperate, knowing that I'm the only one who can give you relief."
He leaned down one more time, bringing his lips close to Leonard's ear. "Four days," he whispered. "Four days of being mine completely. Of not even being able to touch yourself without my permission—not that you could anyway with this on. Four days of wondering what I have planned, Only knowing that it was something that made you cum just from hearing about it" His teeth caught Leonard's earlobe gently. "Can you handle that, puppy?"
Leonard's answer came without hesitation, breathless and eager. "Yes. Yes, Klein. Whatever you want."
"Good." Klein's hand slid down Leonard's back to grip his ass. "Because you're mine, Leonard. Mine to lock up, mine to deny, mine to drive crazy with wanting. And in four days, you're going to be so desperate, so needy, so fucking perfect for me."
Leonard shuddered, burying his face against Klein's neck. His cock throbbed in its cage, a frustrated pulse that had nowhere to go. "Klein..."
"Shh," Klein soothed, even as his hand continued to Leonard's ass possessively. "You can take it. You can take anything I give you, because you're my good boy. My perfect puppy. Aren't you?"
"Yes," Leonard breathed. "Your puppy. Your bitch. Yours."
"That's right." Klein pressed a kiss to Leonard's temple, then his cheek, then finally his lips. The kiss was soft, gentle, a stark contrast to the frustration building in Leonard's body. "Now get some rest. You're going to need your energy."
Leonard wanted to protest—wanted to keep touching Klein, wanted to beg for more, wanted something to satisfy the ache that was already building—but Klein's hand was stroking through his hair now, soothing and steady, and the post-orgasmic exhaustion he couldn't even remember earning was dragging at him.
"Sleep," Klein murmured. "I'll be here when you wake up. I'll always be here."
Leonard let his eyes drift closed, the cage a constant weight between his legs and Klein’s arms wrapped around his body.
The first morning started normally enough. Leonard woke to Klein already up, the smell of breakfast drifting from the kitchen. He stretched, still naked from the night before, and immediately felt the cage shift. His cock tried to fill with morning arousal and the metal bit down, reminding him sharply of his situation.
He groaned, rolling onto his back. The key glinted at Klein's throat when he walked back into the bedroom carrying a tray.
"Good morning, puppy," Klein said warmly, settling on the edge of the bed. "How did you sleep?"
"Fine," Leonard managed, very aware of the cage. "Until I woke up."
Klein's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Morning wood?" At Leonard's nod, he set the tray aside and reached down, fingers ghosting over the cage. The touch made Leonard gasp, his cock attempting to swell and being denied. "You'll get used to it."
"Will I?" Leonard asked doubtfully.
"Probably not," Klein admitted cheerfully. "But that's part of the fun."
Breakfast was simple—eggs, toast, and to Leonard's surprise, fresh fruit. Klein set a plate of cubed pineapple in front of him alongside the rest of the meal.
Leonard picked up a piece curiously. Pineapple wasn't something he encountered often. The fruit was expensive, had to be imported, and while he'd had it a few times, it wasn't a regular part of his diet. "This is a treat," he said, popping a piece in his mouth. The sweetness burst across his tongue, bright and tropical.
"I thought you might like it," Klein said, settling across from him with his own breakfast. "Eat as much as you want."
Leonard bit into it, the sweet-tart flavor bursting across his tongue. It was good, actually. Refreshing. He ate another piece, then another, not thinking much of it beyond Klein being thoughtful.
The day progressed normally. Klein worked on correspondence at his desk while Leonard read, curled up in a chair with a poetry collection. The cage was a constant presence, not actively uncomfortable but impossible to ignore. Every shift of position reminded him. The weight of it. The restriction.
Around midday, one of Klein's marionettes appeared—Sherlock, judging by the beard. He nodded at Klein, who looked up from his papers.
"All yours," Klein said simply, gesturing to Leonard.
Leonard's breath caught. This wasn't unusual—Klein's avatars used him fairly regularly, especially when Klein was busy with other things. But somehow, with the cage locked around his cock and the knowledge that he wouldn't be getting any real pleasure from this, it felt different.
Sherlock approached, already undoing his trousers. He didn't say anything, didn't acknowledge Leonard beyond pulling him up from the chair and bending him over the arm of it. There was no preamble, no teasing. Just slick fingers working Leonard open efficiently, and then Sherlock was pushing inside.
Leonard gasped at the stretch, at the sudden fullness. But Sherlock's angle was all wrong—deliberately so, Leonard realized. He wasn't hitting Leonard's prostate. Wasn't trying to give Leonard pleasure at all. He was just... using him. Taking his own satisfaction from Leonard's body without any regard for Leonard's arousal.
It should have been frustrating. And it was. But it was also incredibly hot in a way Leonard hadn't expected. Being treated like a toy. Like his pleasure didn't matter, only Klein's—and by extension, his avatars'—satisfaction.
Sherlock fucked him with steady, purposeful thrusts, one hand gripping Leonard's hip to hold him in place. Leonard's cock tried desperately to fill in the cage, the metal biting down every time. The frustration built with each thrust, each reminder that he was being used but not pleasured.
When Sherlock finally came, he did so with barely a sound, just a quiet grunt and a final deep thrust. He pulled out immediately after, leaving Leonard empty and aching and desperately wanting.
"Thank you," Sherlock said, but he was looking at Klein, not Leonard. As if Leonard was just an object Klein had lent out.
"Of course," Klein replied easily, not looking up from his papers.
Sherlock vanished, dismissed, and Leonard was left bent over the chair, cum leaking out of him, his cock straining uselessly in its cage.
"Klein," he whimpered.
"Yes, love?" Klein asked, still not looking up.
"I—" Leonard didn't even know what he was asking for. Relief? Attention? "Nothing."
Klein hummed. "Clean yourself up and come back to read. We'll have lunch soon."
Lunch included more pineapple. A whole bowl of it, alongside a light salad and some grilled chicken. Leonard ate it without complaint, still distracted by the lingering ache in his ass and the persistent frustration of the cage.
"You're being very good," Klein noted, watching Leonard eat. "I'm proud of you."
The praise made Leonard's chest warm even as his cock tried futilely to respond. "Thank you," he managed.
The afternoon brought another avatar—Merlin this time, eccentric and playful. He appeared while Leonard was helping Klein in the kitchen, preparing dinner.
"Ah, perfect timing," Klein said, stepping aside. "He's all yours."
Merlin grinned, that wild enthusiastic expression that usually meant Leonard was in for an interesting time. But instead of the elaborate teasing Leonard expected, Merlin simply bent him over the kitchen counter, pushed his trousers down, and fucked him right there.
No build-up. No edging. No playing with Leonard's body to make him desperate. Just Merlin taking his pleasure from Leonard's hole while Klein continued chopping vegetables a few feet away, completely unbothered.
Leonard's fingers scrabbled against the counter, trying to find purchase. Merlin's cock dragged against his walls, thick and insistent, but again—the angle was wrong. Deliberately. Leonard was just a hole to fuck, nothing more.
"So good," Merlin muttered, but Leonard wasn't sure if he was talking to Leonard or just to himself. "Perfect little toy."
The words made Leonard whimper, made his cock fight the cage desperately. Being called a toy. Being treated like one. It was maddening and perfect and he hated how much he loved it.
Merlin finished with a laugh, pulling out and patting Leonard's ass almost absently. "Thanks for the loan," he said to Klein.
"Anytime," Klein replied, as if they were discussing a book, not Leonard's body.
Leonard stayed bent over the counter for a long moment after Merlin vanished, trying to catch his breath. His ass was sore now, used twice in one day with no regard for his own pleasure. Cum leaked down his thighs.
"Come here," Klein said softly.
Leonard straightened and turned, finding Klein watching him with warm eyes. Klein pulled him close, kissing him gently.
"You're doing so well," Klein murmured against his lips. "Such a good puppy for me."
Leonard melted into the affection, needing it desperately. "It's strange," he admitted quietly. "Usually when you deny me, you tease me. Make me desperate. This is..."
"Different?" Klein supplied.
"Yeah."
Klein smiled, secretive. "Trust me. It's all part of the plan."
Dinner was delicious, as Klein's cooking always was. More pineapple for dessert. Leonard was starting to wonder about the fruit, but Klein seemed pleased watching him eat it, so he didn't question it.
That night, Klein fucked him before bed. But again—it was different. Klein took his time working Leonard open, made sure he was comfortable, but there was no edging. No teasing his prostate until he sobbed. Klein just... used him. Fucked him deep and steady, chasing his own orgasm without trying to drive Leonard crazy.
It was good. Leonard loved the feeling of Klein inside him, loved being claimed. But without the desperate edge of denied pleasure, it felt almost clinical. Like Klein was just satisfying a need, using Leonard's body because it was available and willing.
When Klein came, he pressed deep and held there, groaning softly. Then he pulled out, plugged Leonard to keep his cum inside, and pulled him close for sleep.
"Goodnight, love," Klein murmured, pressing a kiss to Leonard's temple.
"Goodnight," Leonard replied.
But Klein didn't seal his Sleepless abilities.
Usually when Klein wanted Leonard to sleep through something, he'd remove Leonard's angelic powers temporarily. The fact that he wasn't doing it now meant Klein expected Leonard to be awake.
And oh, he was awake.
The house was quiet. Klein's breathing had evened out into sleep within minutes, but Leonard lay there in the dark, hyperaware of every sensation. The plug filling him, keeping Klein's cum trapped inside. The cage around his cock, preventing any hope of relief. The persistent, gnawing frustration that had been building all day.
He tried to sleep. He really did. But every time he started to drift off, he'd shift position and the cage would press against him, or the plug would shift inside him, and he'd be jolted back to full awareness of his situation.
After an hour of tossing and turning carefully, trying not to wake Klein, Leonard gave up. He slipped out of bed as quietly as he could and padded downstairs.
The library was dark and peaceful. Leonard lit a lamp and pulled out one of his poetry collections, settling into a chair. Maybe reading would help. Distract his mind from the persistent arousal thrumming through his veins.
He made it through three poems before giving up. He couldn't focus. Every word seemed to blur together, his mind too preoccupied with the ache in his cock, the fullness in his ass, the desperate need for something he wasn't allowed to have.
He tried writing instead, pulling out his journal and a pen. Klein liked his poetry so maybe he could…
There once was a god named Moretti
Gets me harder than a machete
Likes to watch me squirm
And fills me with worms
And then fucks me till I turn into spaghetti
He stared down at his attempt at a limerick. and hastily tossed it into the trash.
Maybe if he tried writing about what he was feeling?
He tried again.
My Key rests at his throat
My pleasure locked at his command
Im going to go insane
No.
Leonard set down the pen and rubbed his face, frustrated in more ways than one. His cock was trying to fill again just from thinking about it all, and the cage was biting down mercilessly.
He headed to the kitchen, thinking maybe some water would help.
Instead, he found a bowl in the refrigerator with his name on it—more pineapple, cut into neat chunks. A note in Klein's handwriting:
In case you get hungry. - K
Leonard's chest warmed with affection even as his frustration mounted. Klein had known he'd be awake. Had prepared for it. Was taking care of him even in this.
He ate the pineapple slowly, savoring the sweetness, trying not to think about how the fruit felt almost obscene sliding down his throat. Everything felt sexual right now. His whole body was primed, desperate, denied.
Eventually, he gave up on sleep entirely and spent the rest of the night reading by lamplight, shifting uncomfortably every few minutes as the cage and plug reminded him of his situation.
Dawn came as a relief. Klein found him still in the library, surrounded by books and abandoned poetry.
"Rough night?" Klein asked, though his knowing smile suggested he'd expected this.
"You didn't seal my abilities," Leonard pointed out.
"I know." Klein came closer, running his fingers through Leonard's hair affectionately. "Did you touch yourself?"
"No," Leonard said immediately. "I know the rules."
"Good boy." Klein's approval made Leonard's chest glow even as his cock strained in its cage. "Come have breakfast."
The second day followed a similar pattern. Breakfast with more pineapple. Klein working while Leonard tried to distract himself with reading. Another visit from one of the avatars—Gehrman this time, cold and efficient. He used Leonard's mouth, one hand fisted in Leonard's hair to control the pace, completely focused on his own pleasure.
Leonard knelt between Gehrman's legs and took it, his jaw aching, his cock desperately trying to fill. Gehrman didn't even look at him, just used his throat like a convenient hole. When he came, he held Leonard down until he'd swallowed every drop, then released him without a word.
"Thank you," Gehrman said to Klein, who was reading nearby.
Klein just hummed a vauge awknowlegement
Leonard knelt there for a moment after Gehrman vanished, catching his breath. His jaw hurt. His cock was aching in the cage. Cum was still leaking from his ass from earlier when Klein had fucked him that morning. He felt used. Objectified.
He loved it.
That was the worst part—or the best part, he wasn't sure anymore. The way being treated like a toy made him desperately aroused even as he was denied any release. The way Klein's casual permission for his avatars to use Leonard made him feel owned so completely.
Lunch was even more pineapple. Leonard was definitely noticing a pattern now, but when he asked about it, Klein just smiled mysteriously and said it was good for him.
In the afternoon, Leonard had some church business to attend to. Nothing major—just some paperwork and a few short meetings.
Getting out of the house helped. The work distracted him, and moving around, being professional, it all helped take his mind off the cage.
But then he came home and Klein was waiting for him.
"I missed you," Klein said, pulling Leonard into a kiss.
"I was only gone a few hours," Leonard replied, but he was smiling.
"Still." Klein's hands moved to Leonard's trousers, undoing them. "Come here."
Klein sat back on the couch and positioned Leonard to stand in front of him, trousers pushed down. Then he guided Leonard's cock—still locked in its cage—between his thighs.
"Press together," Klein instructed.
Leonard obeyed, squeezing his thighs tight around Klein's cock. Klein groaned, his hands gripping Leonard's hips, and started to move. Using the tight channel of Leonard's thighs to fuck into, the head of his cock bumping against Leonard's caged balls with every thrust.
It was maddening. Feeling Klein's hard, leaking cock sliding against him, knowing Klein was getting pleasure from his body while Leonard remained locked and denied. The cage meant he couldn't even get properly hard, couldn't fully enjoy the friction.
Klein came with a low moan, spilling between Leonard's thighs. The cum dripped down Leonard's legs, warm and obscene.
"Thank you, puppy," Klein murmured, pulling Leonard down into his lap for a kiss. "You're perfect."
The praise helped. Made the frustration feel worthwhile.
After dinner—which again included a generous portion of pineapple—Klein had Leonard kneel for him. Not for sex, just... kneeling. Leonard settled on his cushion, his hands resting on his thighs, and leaned against Klein’s thigh as he read.
It was meditative.
Peaceful.
Leonard let himself sink into the headspace of it, the surrender of just being there for Klein. Available if needed but not demanding anything.
Klein's hand occasionally reached down to pet his hair, and Leonard leaned into the touch gratefully.
This, at least, was familiar.
That night was the same as the previous one. Klein fucked him—again avoiding his prostate, just using him efficiently—came, plugged him, and went to sleep.
But again, Klein didn't seal Leonard's Sleepless abilities.
Leonard lay awake in the dark, frustrated and aching. The second night was worse than the first.
Two days of not being allowed to cum. Of barely even being touched.
Every tiny sensation felt magnified. The sheet against his skin. The plug shifting inside him when he breathed. The cage's constant pressure.
He tried to sleep. He tried to read. He tried to write more poetry. Nothing helped. The frustration was building into something almost unbearable, crawling under his skin like an itch he couldn't scratch.
Around midnight, Leonard gave in.
He knew the rules.
No touching himself without permission. No cumming without permission.
But goddess, he needed something.
He stayed in bed this time, not wanting to leave Klein. His hand slid down his body, bypassing the cage entirely. That wasn't an option. But he could...
Leonard rolled onto his stomach, reaching back to ease the plug out of his ass. The loss made him whimper softly into the pillow.
His fingers found his entrance, still slick from the plug, and pushed inside.
The angle was awkward, his arm twisted behind him, but he didn't care. He worked two fingers into himself, then three, fucking himself slowly.
It wasn't enough. Wasn't even close to enough. But it was something.
He pressed his hips down into the mattress, humping against it, seeking friction that the cage wouldn't allow. His fingers crooked inside himself, searching for his prostate.
When he found it, the jolt of pleasure was so intense after two days of denial that he had to bite the pillow to keep from crying out. He did it again, rubbing against that spot, his hips moving desperately against the mattress.
But it wasn't enough. The cage prevented him from getting properly hard, which meant he couldn't really build toward orgasm. All he could do was finger himself and hump the bed uselessly, chasing pleasure he couldn't actually achieve.
It was pathetic. Desperate.
And Leonard hated himself for it even as he couldn't stop.
He wasn't going to cum. He wouldn't let himself go that far, wouldn't break the rules that completely. But he needed something, anything to take the edge off.
It didn't work.
After ten minutes of futile rutting, all he'd accomplished was making himself more frustrated and feeling guilty for breaking the rules. He wasn't supposed to touch himself without permission. And fingering himself definitely counted as touching.
Leonard pulled his fingers out, grabbed the plug from where he'd set it aside, and worked it back into himself. Then he rolled onto his side, facing away from Klein, and tried very hard not to cry from sheer sexual frustration.
He'd broken the rules. Not badly—he hadn't made himself cum, hadn't even touched his cock. But he'd still disobeyed. And the worst part was that it hadn't even helped. He felt just as desperate and aching as before, but now he also felt guilty.
Behind him, Klein's breathing remained even and steady. Asleep. Unaware.
Or was he?
Leonard knew that he was parasitized by one of Klein’s worms.
His lover rarely ever used it other than as a way to check in on him, to ensure that he wasn’t being pushed too far.
Leonard had never complained about it. Loved it even. loved knowing that he constantly carried a bit of his god around with him.
But it also meant that it entirely possible he knew exactly what Leonard had just done.
That thought made Leonard feel even worse. If Klein knew, if he'd witnessed Leonard's desperate, pathetic attempt at self-pleasure and was just... letting it happen, letting Leonard think he was getting away with it...
Leonard buried his face in the pillow and tried to will himself to sleep. He failed, lying awake until dawn painted the sky pink outside their window, his body aching and his mind racing and his heart heavy with guilt and need.
When Klein woke, he kissed Leonard's shoulder gently. "Good morning, love."
"Morning," Leonard managed, still feeling guilty.
Klein's hand slid down Leonard's body, fingers ghosting over the cage. "Two days down," he murmured. "Two more to go."
Leonard whimpered at the reminder that they were only halfway through.
"How are you feeling?" Klein asked, his tone genuinely concerned despite the teasing nature of the question.
"Desperate," Leonard admitted. "Frustrated. I can't sleep."
"I know," Klein said softly, and there was something in his voice that made Leonard suspect Klein really did know. Everything. Including what Leonard had done last night.
But Klein didn't mention it. Didn't call him out. Just pulled Leonard close and kissed him deeply, claiming his mouth while his hand continued to play with the cage, making Leonard gasp and squirm.
"You're doing so well," Klein praised. "I'm so proud of how good you're being for me."
The praise made Leonard want to confess. To admit he'd broken the rules. But the words stuck in his throat, and before he could force them out, Klein was getting up and heading to the kitchen.
Breakfast was tense. Klein was perfectly pleasant, humming as he cooked, serving Leonard a stack of pinapple pancakes. But there was something in the air. A weight.
Leonard picked at his food, his stomach too twisted with guilt and lingering arousal to have much appetite. The cage sat heavy between his legs, a constant reminder. He kept thinking about last night. About his fingers inside himself, desperately seeking relief he couldn't find. About breaking the rules.
Klein said nothing, just ate his own breakfast and occasionally glanced at Leonard with an unreadable expression.
It was in the middle of his third bite that Leonard caught it—a look from Klein. Just a flicker of something. Disappointment, maybe. Or knowing.
Leonard's fork clattered against his plate.
"I'm sorry," he blurted out, the words tumbling over themselves. "Klein, I'm sorry. I broke the rules last night. I touched myself. I didn't—I didn't make myself cum, I swear I didn't, but I fingered myself and I humped the bed and I know I wasn't supposed to and I'm sorry."
The confession spilled out of him in a rush, his cheeks burning with shame and his eyes pricking with tears. He couldn't look at Klein, couldn't bear to see the disappointment he knew would be there.
There was a long moment of silence. Then Klein made a soft "tsk" sound.
Leonard flinched.
A hand landed on top of his head, petting gently. "Thank you for telling me," Klein said softly. "I know that wasn't easy."
"You already knew," Leonard said miserably, still not looking up. "Didn't you?"
"I did," Klein confirmed, his hand still stroking Leonard's hair. "But I wanted to see if you'd tell me yourself. I'm glad you did."
"I should have told you right away," Leonard said, the guilt twisting tighter in his chest. "This morning. As soon as you woke up. I'm sorry."
"Mmm, you should have," Klein agreed. His tone wasn't angry, just matter-of-fact. "Which means your punishment will be a bit more than it would have been if you'd confessed immediately."
Leonard's breath caught. Punishment. He knew it was coming. He'd broken the rules. But the certainty of it, hearing Klein say it, made his whole body tense with anticipation and dread.
"After breakfast," Klein continued, still petting Leonard's hair like he was a beloved dog who'd made a mess on the carpet. "You'll take your punishment. And then we'll move forward. Alright?"
"Alright," Leonard whispered.
"Good boy." Klein's hand squeezed the back of his neck affectionately before releasing. "Now finish eating."
Leonard forced down the rest of his breakfast, though it tasted like ash in his mouth. The pineapple was too sweet, cloying. His stomach churned with nervous anticipation.
When the plates were cleared, Klein led him upstairs to the bedroom.
"Strip," Klein instructed. "Everything except the cage and collar."
Leonard obeyed quickly, his hands shaking slightly as he removed his clothes. When he was naked save for the metal around his cock and the leather around his throat, Klein gestured to the bed.
"Bend over. Hands on the mattress."
Leonard positioned himself, his ass in the air, vulnerable. He could hear Klein moving behind him, the soft whisper of the crop cutting through the air experimentally.
"Twenty strikes," Klein said, his voice calm and measured. "Ten for touching yourself without permission. Ten for not telling me right away. Count them out loud. If you lose count, we start over."
"Yes, sir," Leonard whispered.
The first strike landed across his left ass cheek, a sharp sting that made him gasp. It wasn't gentle—Klein never went easy on him when he was being punished for real—but it wasn't unbearable either.
"One," Leonard counted, his voice shaking.
The second strike hit the right cheek, perfectly mirroring the first. The sting bloomed into heat, spreading across his skin.
"Two."
Klein worked methodically, alternating cheeks, occasionally striking the sensitive crease where ass met thigh. By the fifth strike, Leonard was panting. By the tenth, tears were pricking at his eyes.
"Ten," he gasped out.
"Halfway there," Klein said, running his hand over Leonard's reddened skin. The touch was gentle, soothing, but it also made the sting flare brighter. "You're doing well. Ten more."
The eleventh strike was harder than the previous ones, and Leonard cried out. His cock was desperately trying to fill in the cage, the pain mixing with arousal in a way that made him dizzy.
"Eleven."
"Twelve."
"Thirteen."
By the fifteenth strike, the tears had spilled over. Leonard was crying openly now, his ass a mass of stinging heat, his whole body trembling. But his cock was rock hard against the cage—or trying to be—the metal cutting in cruelly as his arousal built.
"Fifteen," he sobbed.
"You're taking this so well," Klein praised, his voice warm. "Just five more. Show me how good you can be."
The last five strikes were the hardest. Klein put his full strength behind them, and by the time Leonard sobbed out "Twenty," he was crying properly, tears streaming down his face, his ass burning and marked.
Immediately, Klein set the crop aside and pulled Leonard up into his arms. He sat on the bed and cradled Leonard in his lap, pressing kisses to his tear-stained face.
"Good boy," Klein murmured, over and over. "Such a good boy. You took that so well. I'm so proud of you."
Leonard buried his face in Klein's shoulder and cried harder, but now it was from relief. The punishment was over. Klein was holding him, praising him, calling him good.
"Shhh," Klein soothed running his hands gently over Leonard's back. "You made a mistake, you confessed, you took your punishment. We're done now. You're forgiven."
"Thank you," Leonard managed through his tears. "Thank you."
They stayed like that for a long time, Klein just holding Leonard and petting him while Leonard cried himself out. Eventually, the tears slowed, and Leonard pulled back enough to look at Klein.
"Can you..." Leonard started, then hesitated.
"Can I what, love?" Klein prompted gently.
"Can you seal my Sleepless abilities?" Leonard asked quietly. "Please? I—I can't handle another night of not sleeping. I'm so tired."
Klein's expression softened further. "Of course," he said. "If thats what you need."
"Alright," Klein agreed. He kissed Leonard’s forehead, and Leonard felt the constant hum of energy his pathway granted settle slightly. He'd be able to sleep now. Properly sleep.
"Better?" Klein asked.
" Yes, Thank you," Leonard whispered again. "I love you."
"I love you too," Klein replied, kissing him gently. "Now let's get some cream on your ass before it bruises too badly."
The rest of the day proceeded in the now-familiar pattern. Klein fucked him that afternoon—efficient and thorough but without any focus on Leonard's pleasure, just using his body. Dwayne showed up in the evening and took Leonard over the sofa while Klein watched and made notes on some paperwork.
Leonard knelt at Klein's feet during dinner, being fed chunks of chicken and pineapple as Klein stroked his hair.
And that night, with his abilities sealed, Leonard was finally able to gain a brief reprieve as he slept.
The final day before Klein's birthday started with—to little surprise— more pineapple, which Leonard was starting to suspect was significant beyond just Klein wanting him to eat healthy—and then Klein led him to his office.
"I have some work to finish up," Klein said, settling into his desk chair. "But I want you where I can see you."
He gestured to the chaise lounge positioned near the window, angled so that it was perfectly visible from the desk.
"Sit there," Klein instructed. "Legs spread. I want to see my pretty caged cock and that needy hole."
Leonard's breath caught, but he obeyed immediately. He settled onto the chaise, the soft upholstery cool against his still-tender ass. Then he spread his legs wide, putting himself on complete display.
The position was obscene. Vulnerable. His caged cock was fully visible, the metal gleaming in the morning light. His hole was on display too, still slightly swollen from this morning's fucking, a bit of Klein's cum leaking out.
"Perfect," Klein said, not even looking up from his papers. "Stay just like that."
And then Klein proceeded to ignore him.
Leonard sat there, legs spread, exposed and aching, while Klein worked. Minutes ticked by. Then an hour. Leonard tried to stay still, tried to be good, but the position was maddening. Every small shift made him aware of the cage, of how exposed he was, of Klein's presence just a few feet away.
Klein glanced up occasionally, his eyes raking over Leonard's displayed body with clear appreciation, but he didn't touch. Didn't acknowledge Leonard beyond those looks. Just returned to his work as if Leonard was simply a pleasant decoration in his office.
Leonard's cock tried desperately to fill in its cage. Being watched like this, being put on display for Klein's viewing pleasure, it was intensely arousing. But the cage prevented any real satisfaction, just kept him in that maddening state of semi-arousal.
Around midmorning, Klein set down his pen and stood. Leonard's heart leapt with hope—maybe Klein would touch him, would give him some attention.
Instead, Klein approached and began undoing his trousers. He pulled out his cock, already hard, and began stroking himself lazily while looking down at Leonard's spread form.
"You look so good like this," Klein murmured, his hand moving steadily along his length. "My pretty puppy on display. So desperate and needy."
Leonard whimpered, his hands gripping the edge of the chaise. He wanted to touch Klein, wanted to help, but Klein hadn't given permission.
"Play with your nipples for me," Klein instructed, his voice rough with arousal. "Show me how sensitive they are."
Leonard's hands immediately moved to his chest, fingers finding his nipples. They were already hard, peaked with arousal and the slight chill in the room. He rolled them between his fingers, pinching and tugging, making himself gasp.
"Harder," Klein commanded, stroking himself faster. "I want to see you squirm."
Leonard obeyed, pinching his nipples harder, twisting them until the pleasure-pain made him arch his back and moan. His cock strained uselessly in its cage, dripping pre-cum that had nowhere to go.
"That's it," Klein groaned. "Such a good display. Such a perfect little slut."
Klein's hand sped up his breathing getting heavier. Leonard watched through half-lidded eyes, desperate and aching, wishing Klein was touching him instead.
When Klein came, it was with a low groan, his release painting across Leonard's ass and lower back in hot stripes. The sensation made Leonard keen—being marked, being claimed, but still denied any relief himself.
Klein took a moment to catch his breath, then simply tucked himself back into his trousers and returned to his desk. He didn't clean Leonard off. Just left his cum to dry on Leonard's skin, cooling and sticky and obscene.
"Stay there," Klein said, picking up his pen as if nothing had happened. "I'm not done working yet."
Leonard stayed. Legs spread, hole exposed, covered in Klein's cum. He stayed for another two hours while Klein finished his paperwork, while the cum dried on his skin, while his frustration built into something almost unbearable.
By the time Klein finally dismissed him—"Go clean up for lunch"—Leonard was shaking with need. His cock had been trying to fill on and off for hours. His nipples were sore from the self-torture Klein had made him perform. And his mind was spinning with desperate arousal.
Lunch was a quiet affair. More pineapple. Leonard ate mechanically, barely tasting it, too consumed with the ache between his legs and the knowledge that tomorrow—tomorrow everything would change. Whatever Klein had planned would finally happen.
The afternoon passed in a blur. Klein used him again, this time just fucking his thighs while Leonard stood against the wall, making a mess between his legs but giving Leonard nothing. Another avatar stopped by—Merlin—and used Leonard's mouth while Klein watched. Casual. Clinical. No regard for Leonard's pleasure.
By the time evening rolled around, Leonard was completely wound up. Three days of denial, of being used without being pleasured, of the constant frustration of the cage—it was all culminating in a desperate, aching need that consumed his every thought.
After dinner, as Klein led him toward the bedroom, Leonard couldn't take it anymore.
"Please," he begged, catching Klein's hand. "Please, Klein. Touch me. I need—I need you to touch me properly. Please."
Klein laughed, the sound warm and affectionate. "My slutty puppy," he said fondly, pulling Leonard into a kiss. "Always so eager for my touch."
"I am," Leonard admitted against Klein's lips. "God, Klein, I've been so desperate. Please touch me. Please."
"Alright, Since you asked so nicely," Klein murmured. He stood and pulled Leonard up with him. "Bedroom. Now."
Leonard went willingly, his whole body trembling with anticipation. Finally. Finally Klein was going to touch him properly, was going to give him the attention he'd been craving for days.
In the bedroom, Klein had Leonard lie back on the bed, fully naked except for the cage and collar. Leonard spread his legs automatically, offering himself.
Klein settled between his legs, running his hands up Leonard's thighs appreciatively. "So beautiful," he murmured. "My perfect Leonard."
His form began to shift, tentacles emerging from his back. They were familiar now—Leonard had been fucked by Klein's mythical form many times—but the sight still made his breath catch.
The tentacles wrapped around Leonard's thighs,holding them open, curling around his wrists to pin him to the bed. More tentacles slithered over his chest, the tips finding his nipples and beginning to tease.
"Klein," Leonard gasped, his hips trying to move despite the restraints.
"Shh," Klein soothed. "Just relax. Let me take care of you."
A smaller tentacle, slick and smooth, pressed against the cage. It didn't remove it—the cage stayed firmly locked—but it began to stimulate Leonard through the metal bars, sliding against his trapped flesh, rubbing and teasing.
The sensation was maddening. Leonard could feel the touch, could feel the pleasure building, but the cage prevented him from getting fully hard. The metal bit down every time his cock tried to swell, creating a perfect mix of pleasure and frustration.
"Oh god," Leonard moaned, his back arching.
Klein's tentacles played with him methodically, the ones on his nipples pinching and rolling, the one at his cage rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. Another tentacle found his entrance and pushed inside.
The stretch was exquisite. The tentacle was thick but yielded, conforming to Leonard's body as it pressed deeper and deeper. When it found his prostate, Leonard cried out, the pleasure so intense after days of being denied that it almost hurt.
"There we go," Klein murmured, watching Leonard with dark, hungry eyes. "Let me hear you."
The tentacle inside him began to fuck him in earnest, stroking over his prostate with every thrust. The one at his cage continued its maddening stimulation. The ones on his nipples pinched harder.
Leonard was falling apart. The pleasure was building rapidly, his whole body tensing as he approached orgasm for the first time in days. He could feel it gathering, that sweet tension coiling tighter and tighter.
"Klein," he gasped. "Klein, I'm going to—"
The tentacles stopped moving. Completely. The pleasure crested and then began to fade, leaving Leonard hanging on the edge, desperate and denied.
"Not yet," Klein said calmly. "We're just getting started."
Leonard whimpered, his hips trying futilely to move against the restraining tentacles. "Please," he begged.
"Please what?" Klein asked, his tone innocent. "You wanted to be touched properly, didn't you? I'm just giving you what you asked for."
The tentacles resumed their work. Slow, deliberate, building Leonard back up toward that edge. The one inside him stroked his prostate with devastating precision. The one at his cage rubbed and teased. Leonard's whole body was trembling, sweat beading on his skin.
When he got close again—and he got close embarrassingly quickly—Klein stopped once more.
"Klein," Leonard sobbed. "Please, I need—"
"What do you say?" Klein prompted.
"Thank you," Leonard gasped out. "Thank you for touching me. Thank you for—oh god—"
The tentacles started again before he could finish. This time, a new tentacle appeared—impossibly thin, almost thread-like. It approached the tip of Leonard's caged cock and Leonard's eyes widened as he realized what Klein intended.
"No," Leonard whimpered. "Klein, that's—"
"Shh," Klein soothed. "You can take it. You're my good boy, aren't you?"
The thin tentacle found the slit of Leonard's cock and began to push inside. The sensation was bizarre—not quite painful but intensely uncomfortable, a pressure and stretch in a place that wasn't meant to be penetrated.
Leonard's whole body went rigid as the tentacle worked its way deeper, sounding him through the cage. It was narrow enough to fit through the bars, thin enough not to cause real pain, but thick enough that Leonard could feel every single inch of its progress.
"Breathe," Klein instructed. "Relax and breathe."
Leonard tried to obey, forcing himself to take slow breaths as the tentacle penetrated deeper into his cock. When it finally stopped—fully sheathed inside him—Leonard was shaking.
And then it started to move.
The pleasure built impossibly fast. Leonard could feel his orgasm approaching like a freight train, unstoppable and intense.
Klein stopped everything again.
"Thank you," he gasped out desperately. "Thank you, thank you, thank you—" sobbing this time, tears streaming down his face. The denial was exquisite torture, his body wound so tight he felt like he might shatter.
"You're doing so well," Klein praised. "Look at you, all desperate and needy. This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be touched? To be on edge?"
"I wanted to cum," Leonard managed through his tears.
"Did you?" Klein asked, his tone teasing. "Because I'm just being considerate, love. You said you wanted to be touched properly. If you wanted to be edged until you're desperate and crying, well..." He smiled wickedly. "I'm happy to oblige."
The tentacles resumed. This time Klein added more—his body was writhing with them now, dozens of appendages holding Leonard down, stimulating him, violating him in the most intimate ways. Tentacles wrapped around his balls, squeezing gently. More tentacles teased his nipples, pinching and pulling. The one in his ass fucked him harder, faster.
And the one inside his cock—god, the one inside his cock was moving in ways that should have been impossible, stimulating nerves Leonard didn't know he had.
"Thank you," Leonard sobbed as he approached the edge again "Thank you, thank you—"
Stop.
Leonard screamed his frustration, pulling against the restraints, his whole body shaking. His cock was trying desperately to cum, to release, but the cage prevented it and Klein's control kept him on the knife's edge.
"Beautiful," Klein murmured. "You're so beautiful like this."
It continued. Over and over. Klein would build Leonard up with devastating precision, bring him right to the edge of orgasm, make Leonard thank him, and then stop. Let the pleasure fade just enough before starting again.
The tentacles never tired.
Leonard lost track of time. Lost track of how many times Klein had brought him to the edge and denied him. His voice was hoarse from begging, from thanking Klein, from sobbing. Tears streamed constantly down his face. His whole body was oversensitive, every nerve ending on fire.
The tentacle in his cock had slowly been joined Klein's worms—he could feel them wriggling inside his urethra, the sensation so intense and wrong and perfect that it made him dizzy. The tentacle in his ass was joined by worms too, the creatures filling him, squirming against his walls.
"Please," Leonard begged, his voice barely a whisper now. "Please, Klein, I can't—I need—"
"What do you need?" Klein asked, still perfectly composed while Leonard was falling apart.
"To cum," Leonard sobbed. "Please let me cum. I'll do anything. Please."
"Anything?" Klein mused. "That's a dangerous offer, love."
"I don't care," Leonard gasped. "Please. I'm begging you."
Klein considered for a long moment, his tentacles still moving, still keeping Leonard on that torturous edge. Finally, he smiled.
"No," he said simply.
Leonard made a sound that was half-sob, half-scream.
"You'll cum tomorrow," Klein continued, his tentacles never stopping their torment. "On my birthday. When I'm ready for you to. But not tonight."
"Klein," Leonard wailed.
"This is what you wanted, remember?" Klein said, his tone fond despite the cruelty of his words. "You wanted to be touched. You wanted to be on edge and desperate. I'm just giving you what you asked for."
The logic was twisted and perfect and Leonard hated how much he loved it. Hated how even through his desperation and frustration, his cock was still trying to get hard, his body was still responding to Klein's touch with desperate arousal.
Klein kept him there for what felt like hours. Building him up, denying him, over and over until Leonard was nothing but a sobbing, trembling mess. Until all thought had fled and all that remained was sensation—pleasure and frustration and need.
And then Finally—finally—Klein began to withdraw the tentacles. Slowly, carefully, giving Leonard's abused body time to adjust. The one inside his cock pulled out last, and Leonard gasped at the strange relief-and-loss of it.
Klein pulled him close, dismissing the rest of the tentacles, returning to his fully human form and held Leonard while he cried, petting his hair, pressing kisses to his tear-stained face.
""You were perfect," Klein murmured, pressing kisses to Leonard's hair, his face, his tear-stained cheeks. "So perfect, love. I'm so proud of you."
"Klein," Leonard managed, his voice barely a whisper.
"Shh, rest now," Klein soothed. "Tomorrow is my birthday. Tomorrow you'll get everything you've been waiting for. But tonight, just rest."
Leonard curled into Klein's warmth, completely spent. His body still thrummed with denied arousal, the cage still locked around his cock, but exhaustion was finally catching up with him.
"Love you," Leonard mumbled against Klein's chest.
"I love you too," Klein replied, his arms tightening around Leonard. "More than anything. Sleep now, love."
He drifted off to sleep in Klein's arms, his last conscious thought a mix of anticipation and trepidation for what tomorrow would bring.
Klein's birthday. The day Leonard had agreed to be Klein's good little bitch, in ways he couldn't even remember consenting to.
He couldn't wait.