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“Your slave is ready after the service. Would you like us to escort him to your car?” A smiling man in a suit asked Lan Wangji.
“No, I wish to inspect him first,” he said calmly, dropping the magazine he had been looking through while his whore kept screaming from the other side of the wall- a service that they had asked if he wanted or not.
“Of course, sir,” the man said, escorting Lan Wangji to the tied up beauty on what looked like a fucking machine.
The man pressed a button, and a small rod made of stainless steel was pulled slowly out of Wei Ying's cock hole. His little whore whined as it left him gaping empty, his useless cock dropping instantly between his legs like the useless extension it was.
The next moment a far larger rod left his asshole. It made Wei Ying start crying as the large length left him gaping even more open. His delicate insides open to the cold wind sinking into his pretty gaping insides.
“As you can see, these two have been the biggest contributors to the success of our company. Both of them have been imprinted with the tattoo seering ink and when his prostate was pressed between them, it activated to burn it into him. If you look here,” the smiling man pointed at Wei Ying's gaping hole, “you will faintly be able to see the tattoo etched onto your slave's insides. This brand will allow you to control the amount of pleasure he receives or does not receive. Disabling it will prevent him from receiving any pleasure from his prostate. It has been used successfully to make slaves come only from hole stimulation.”
He pressed another button and Wei Ying's nipples, which were pressed tightly between two pairs of flat stainless steel surfaces, were released as well. Wei Ying tried to arch his chest into the pain and pleasure, whining like a bitch in heat. His exposed nipples had a small little wire going through the exact center of it, going through the underdeveloped ducts that all men had.
“As you have opted out of a piercing or gaping for his nipples, we have left him in the same size. However we have prepared a sensitivity increase for his chest,” he motioned to the two wires which started winding back, pulling out of his nipple holes.
Wei Ying started whining, struggling against the bonds as his useless cock started leaking, back arching as the wire was pulled gently from the inside of his nipples. Even Lan Wangji had to raise an impressed eyebrow as he watched the amount of wire they had managed to fit inside his little breasts.
When the almost foot long wire left his chest, Wei Ying started crying.
“Master,” he whimpered, “Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan,” he chanted.
Lan Wangji walked to his slave, reaching out to pluck him off the machine. The supports and cuffs, unlocked immediately for him.
Wei Ying curled up in his arms, and Lan Wangji shifted him around until he could look at the tiny hole of his nipple. Perhaps because it was still a part of Wei Ying's body, that he felt his cock twitching in his pants at the sight of the soft gape.
“He enjoyed his nipples being stuffed full. I would like to buy the equipment for it,” he told the smiling man, still gazing at his shivering slave, cuddling to him.
“Of course, sir. I would also suggest lactating. It is very pleasurable after this treatment and it could also work as a punishment if you stuff his nipples while he lactates. His breast would fill out nicely with the milk and give him a pleasurable feeling of fullness,” the smiling man said.
Lan Wangji nodded in agreement. The two walked out.
“You simply need to register yourself as his sole master by releasing onto both tattoos and you will be able to control his pleasure at will,” the smiling man tapped his wrist, and a holographic display popped up over it. He showed the man an option under the slave's name.
Slave: Jin Zixuan
Settings: disabled
“If you wish for him to be of free use, simply release on one of his tattoos. I would recommend that if you wish to claim sole ownership, then you disable his pleasure before starting. The tattoo inside his cock may prove troublesome if he starts releasing as
well.”
Lan Wangji nodded again.
“I will take it under consideration. He is my first and only slave and I do wish to take care of him well. Thank you for your help,” he said. They shook hands and Lan Wangji entered his car.
It was with a sigh of relief that he untucked his cock, sliding with only minor difficulty into Wei Ying's gaping hole. Wei Ying cuddled into his chest as well, silent and submissive as he tended to be after an exceptionally exhausting round of pleasure.
“They tired you out, love?” He asked, cupping his slave's face gently. Wei Ying nuzzled in his large hands, a small smile on his beautiful lips as he looked up at Lan Wangji.
“It was fun, Lan Zhan,” he replied softly. “We should do more of that.”
“Mn,” Lan Wangji said, sliding his hand down to place it over his slave's bare stomach. He stroked his own cock through the walls separating them, enjoying knowing that it was Wei Ying's flesh acting as the barrier even more. “I will need to fuck your cockhole before we can start.”
Wei Ying whined high pitched and needy. He had been trying so hard to stop Lan Wangji from fucking his tiny cock. After all, the moment he did, Wei Ying knew he would never find any relief through it. It would become another gaping hole that would need Lan Wangji to love and maintain instead of something he could stroke into pleasure that Lan Wangji often enjoyed denying him.
“Don't worry, my love,” he cooed, “I will allow you to train up your cock hole for me first. The weighted balls would be a good start for your new pussy wouldn't it? Would you like me to fill up your bladder with it first? It would be quite enjoyable to watch you urinate everywhere like a dog.”
Lan Wangji stroked Wei Ying's hair, and Wei Ying kept quiet, docile to his master's words, slowly rocking his hips to feel the way his owner's thick cock trapped his abused prostate between his hands and cock- both equally immovable as the other.
“Or would you enjoy wearing the coned toys I bought for our son? The material was safe for use, and you do enjoy the way your holes gape for me. They are always so beautiful, my love. Perhaps, by the time I manage to fuck your cock hole, I will be able to turn your cock inside out and stroke you along with my cock, to pleasure. Your cock would become even tinier and more sensitive if we flare out your opening like that and perhaps use some of the infamous genital piercings on your cock to pin it that way.”
“I would enjoy being able to see the insides of your cock all the time,” Lan Wangji groaned at the thought, and the way his slave was rocking his ass down onto his cock, sinking the cock into the deepest parts of him, untouched by even the machines. Untouched by anything but Lan Wangji's thick cock head.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying whined to him, needy and drooling, and Lan Wangji pinched his nipples obediently. Wei Ying came, arching his back, his mouth and face a picture of pleasure. His cock dribbled as it always did nowadays and Lan Wangji sighed before picking up his slave and keeping him moving on his hard cock until he came as well.
Wei Ying screamed and cried, sobbing from the oversensitivity before he shuddered and came again. Except his cock kept leaking long after. Wei Ying kept writhing on his cock for long minutes after he came and Lan Wangji stroked one tender nipple throughout as his slave came and came and kept coming until his balls were drained. Just as the man said he would after the first seal activated with his come.
Lan Wangji quickly took out a pair of heavy but tiny rings, and snapped it shut above Wei Ying's balls, pining his slave down until he stopped screaming from the pain. Then he disabled his slave's pleasure.
“I apologize, A-Ying, but until I fuck your cock hole, you are not allowed to come,” he said and Wei Ying whined stupidly, drunk on pleasure and the pain of his balls being tugged painfully down with heavy heavy weights that felt like it would rip them right off.
“I know,” Lan Wangji opened the door and picked up his slave, enjoying the shrieks as the heavy weights on his balls swung freely into the air, “you're very disobedient, A-Ying. So I will only prepare and fuck you today. We can discuss your genial piercings another day.”
Lan Wangji continued his one sided conversation as he walked to the bedroom and Wei Ying had a few dry orgasms as Lan Wangji took the steps up, tugging the weights on his balls with each jarring, jerking step.
“Pl-agh-se, La-uh Zha-uhh,” Wei Ying sobbed, fearing that it would simply rip off his body with the way his owner was handling him. His owner ignoring him made him sob even more.
It was a relief when Wei Ying was laid on cool familiar sheets, turning his face to clean it off the tears and sniffling into the pillows. He gingerly touched his balls and yelped at how sensitive they felt already. His yelping made Lan Wangji who was going through the wall of their toy collections turn around.
“Open your legs, A-Ying,” he commanded. Wei Ying shook his head, scared of what he would see. “I won't ask again, open it.”
Wei Ying slowly parted them, looking tearily at his owner's face for signs of it actually being injured. Instead, he watched as concern was replaced by a sadistic curiosity he knew very well.
“No!” He said, snapping his legs closed.
“A-Ying,” Lan Wangji said flatly. When his slave didn't listen, he dropped the few toys he had been considering to grab his slave's legs and wrench them open. His balls were so red already. It was already extending down painfully low. His tiny balls were laying farther down then he had ever seen them, emptied and weighted down to prevent anymore release. The skin looked so irritated, he couldn't help the slight awe flooding him. He had bound Wei Ying in various ways before, but never with something as heavy as this.
The store had assured him that it was an amount of weight that his balls could take. There would be slight permanent changes but none of them would hurt his slave. If Lan Wangji willed it, he could even make it a permanent addition to his slave's accessories- make him unable to come until he decided to take it off whenever Wei Ying was being good for him. Which would be when he could come from his hole like a woman, like Lan Wangji kept insisting he could.
Lan Wangji wrenched his slut's legs open, binding them with the cuffs attached to his bed posters. Wei Ying whined loudly, complaining as his ass was brought to the edge and his legs were almost in a split.
He slapped Wei Ying's tightly bound balls, bringing them down on the reddened stretched skin with loud noises of skin hitting skin. Wei Ying shrieked with every strike, his balls bouncing from the recoil as he attempted unsuccessfully to pull back or close his legs.
“What did I tell you, A-Ying?” Lan Wangji asked, playfully rubbing the two soft little balls attached to his slave. Wei Ying moaned aloud, thrusting his hips and half hard cock closer to him.
Lan Wangji brought his hands down sharply against Wei Ying's pretty balls and sensitive reddened skin. Wei Ying sobbed, turning his face into the bed as he struggled through the following hits to his tightly bound balls, swinging painfully with the weighed rings from every slap.
“A-Ying will listen to me now, won't you?” Lan Wangji asked, gently stroking the soft skin.
“Yes, yes. I'll always listen to Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying choked through his sobs. “Please don't hit me again. It hurts!”
“Of course, my sweet slave,” Lan Wangji said, leaning over to kiss Wei Ying's lips sweetly until he calmed down. “You understand that it was punishment, don't you? I never want to hurt you,” he whispered against Wei Ying's lips. Wei Ying nodded silently. Lan Wangji smiled, kissing his way down to his nipples. Wei Ying shuddered at the first suck, his pretty mouth parting seductively to moan loudly as each soft suck sent pleasure running through his entire chest- from his sweet nipples to deep inside, where they had inserted the wire and electrocuted him.
Wei Ying, insensibly, tried to move his hips, cock and balls rubbing up against Lan Wangji's abs. He whined, loud and high pitched, when Lan Wangji abandoned his nipple, looking up curiously to watch the way he bit his red lips, and his body kept shivering and shuddering.
“Does it feel that good, my love?” He asked, kissed Wei Ying, and biting down on those tempting red lips.
“It feels so good, Lan Zhan. We should,” Wei Ying bit back a loud moan when Lan Zhan flicked a nipple, “We should do the lactating treatment.”
Lan Zhan pinched his nipples at the teasing look in his eyes. Wei Ying grinned back, the haze look of lust in his eyes.
“My master keeps expecting my breasts to give him some milk. He's always sucking them hard enough to bruise anyway. I thought my master would like to finally receive a reward.”
Lan Wangji stroked the newly sensitive nipples, enjoying the way his slave's eyes became hazier and his hips wiggled under his, cock dry and even more sensitive balls rubbing on his abs. He kept stroking Wei Ying's sweet nipples through his shuddering, moaning orgasm, coming so hard and completely dry and then whining when Lan Wangji grinded his painfully hard cock against his slut's crotch. Wei Ying whined, cock too sensitive from the dry orgasm. It was the perfect time to start stuffing his cock, basically.
Lan Wangji grabbed the smallest dildo they had. He hadn't collected as many sounds as he should have, knowing he would wearing his Wei Ying down about fucking his cute cock. His Wei Ying was meant to be fucked, why else would he keep a useless hole around?
He slicked up the two finger thick dildo that didn't tug at his rim but reached his prostate easily, and lifted Wei Ying's cock up. He kissed the soft opening, his tongue flicking in to tease the sensitive insides. Wei Ying cried out immediately, oversensitive and being pleasured by Lan Wangji's taste buds on his delicate walls.
Then he spread the tiny hole and placed the tip of the dildo. Wei Ying screamed, hips buckling as his cock was split open on the dildo. His fingers tangled with the sheets, tearing them as Lan Wangji slowly forced the dildo an inch into his cock, then two. He fucked in and out a few times, watching his cock bulge and deform under his grip.
He pulled it out after reaching two inches, throwing it side to replace it with his tongue inside the soft loose hole, tongue fucking as he slid a large bumpy dildo into Wei Ying's loose ass hole for him to clench around.
Wei Ying's hands tugged at Lan Wangji's hair, sobbing through the pain of his cock hole being ruined far beyond what he had done before.
Lan Wangji started to give his slut a hand job, his tongue still curling inside his cock hole as he tightened his grip on Wei Ying's cock. He rubbed at the sensitive spot below the head of his cock, massaging it from the inside as well, making his slut cry out, fat ass arching back, and trying to thrust Lan Wangji's tongue even deeper inside.
He slid a finger into the cock hole beside his tongue. Wei Ying choked, tugging his hair until he kissed his way up, adding another finger into the cock hole instead. He kissed Wei Ying, tongue thrusting into his mouth as he cried. His hips moving as Lan Wangji fucked two of his fingers into the small cock hole, tugging it wider.
“Please, later,” Wei Ying whined. Lan Wangji thrust his fingers painfully deep and Wei Ying hiccuped. “Master, please. Husband!”
Lan Wangji stopped, abruptly.
“A-Ying?” He asked gently, slowly pulling his fingers out. Wei Ying moaned lewdly, his tongue curling temptingly in his pleasure.
“A-Yuan will come back soon. Master, we'll do this later,” Wei Ying said, batting his reddened eyes like a vixen. “We wouldn't want A-Yuan to see his mother like this.”
Lan Wangji thrust his two fingers in again, squeezing in a third and Wei Ying bit into his neck, his fingers clawing through his clothes as he stifled his scream.
“My sweet slave,” Lan Wangji murmured in his ears as he fucked three fingers into his tight cock hole, uncaring of the way it was stretching around his fingers in an almost macabre manner. “Your body will accept my cock. Your holes were made for me, created for me. My Wei Ying. You aren't even bleeding. All this blinding pain, but your hole takes me perfectly. You're my slave. You grew up with me, learning to take my cock, being my perfect wife. You were bred for me, made for me.”
Wei Ying collapsed on the bed, eyes dazed, mouth slightly red with Lan Wangji's blood. His body shuddering with every thrust of his fingers into his cockhole.
“My love,” Lan Wangji panted, hearing the soft whines still leaving his pain-pleasure dumbed slut, “call me your master again.”
“Master,” Wei Ying said obediently, his hands were tight around Lan Wangji's broad shoulders, whining loudly as Lan Wangji pulled out his fingers.
“A-Ying?” Lan Wangji whispered, kissing his lips, coaxing him back to him. “Are you awake, A-Ying?”
Wei Ying kissed him back, soft and loving, blinking his silver eyes at Lan Wangji, reddened by his tears. His voice was hoarse and Lan Wangji wasn't in much better condition. A bleeding bit mark on his neck, torn clothes and nail scratches on his back and shoulders.
“You'll be mine forever. From now on, your pleasure will be mine,” Lan Wangji promised, lips closing over Wei Ying's. He bit his lower lip before pulling away slowly.
Wei Ying smiled up at him, docile and willing, his legs spread apart, and hips turned willingly towards him.
“I know I'm yours. Everything that I am is yours. Master, husband, my Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying kissed his cheeks chastely. “But just because you take my pleasure doesn't mean I can't come at all. The nice man said that I can come from my hole even without your permission, master,” Wei Ying winked, pouting mischievously. “And my husband makes sure my hole is nice and sensitive.”
“A-Ying,” Lan Wangji growled. Biting into his pouty lips, chewing them until they were all puffy and bruised. Wei Ying laughed into his mouth.
Lan Wangji stroked his cock a few times, before placing his much thicker cock at that open tip of Wei Ying's. He kissed his lips again.
“I promised to let you take your time,” Lan Wangji said, “So I won't ruin you completely.”
He split Wei Ying's cock hole apart, the tip of his cock squeezing almost painfully into the willing hole. He gasped, watching the way Wei Ying's pretty cock deformed under his grip and cock. The tip of his cock was pinched painfully but it felt so good.
It was like the first time he had squeezed his cock into his slut's throat, and then choked him. The way the tip of his cock was compressed was painful, but so very delightful.
He pulled out, groaning at the delightful friction before pressing back in, just a little bit deeper, until a little more than his tip was finally inside in slut.
Wei Ying was barely breathing, his chest and legs twitching as he stared blankly up at the ceiling. His fingers loose, as if he was insensate under the aggressive sensation of his cock. He choked, face flushed red as Lan Wangji solely fucked the tip of his cock in and out of Wei Ying's cock, watching the way the tip of his Wei Ying's cock looked more like another puffy hole to fuck into.
Wei Ying started to stir more as the friction have rise to pleasure along with the pain, until he was tugging at his own nipples, digging his nail into the small hole of his nipples as Lan Wangji watched. He pumped his cock over the flesh of Wei Ying's cock, eyes darting from Wei Ying's ruined cockhole and him tugging open his nipple hole.
Wei Ying came first, scream going up in pitch as Lan Wangji tried to spread apart his nipple hole. His scream going silent, choked off, when a thrust of his hips pushed Lan Wangji's rather large cock a little deeper into the unstretched part of his cock.
Lan Wangji moaned aloud, his Wei Ying's screams tipping him over the edge until he was flooding his cock hole and tattoo with his come.
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Lan Wangji gently tugged his cock out of Wei Ying's new pussy. He was cock-broken, finally. But there was still so much to do. Wei Ying's holes would always heal back up to his original sizes by morning. It would be stretched out only if he kept Wei Ying’s holes stuffed full with dildos.
But his Wei Ying had been correct to note that their son was coming back. Lan Wangji picked up a heavy ball with a chain attached to it.
It would do nicely for what he had planned.
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“Baba!” A-Yuan screamed out in joy, throwing himself into a leap into his father's arms. Lan Wangji caught his son, kissing his forehead before letting him go.
“Welcome home. How was your day?” he asked, helping A-Yuan take off his bag. A-Yuan immediately started babbling about his day, letting his father lead him to wash.
“Where's mama?” A-Yuan asked curiously.
“Mama was cleaning the bedroom. Go tell him you're back,” Lan Wangji smiled warmly as he let his son go. A-Yuan ran to the bedroom, where his mama was wearing a dress with a chain emerging from the bottom of the skirt and hooked to the waist of his dress. He was sitting on the dresser, applying a light lipstick.
A-Yuan pouted at not being noticed immediately before grinning mischievously like his mama. He snuck in beside him, and tugged at the chain, calling out, “Mama, I'm back!”
His mama's legs clenched tightly together, whining loudly as A-Yuan tugged at the chain again.
“Mama?” He asked, confused, tugging at the chain again to get his notice. His mama let out a wanton moan, the kind only his baba could make him let out. A-Yuan got teary eyed, “Mama, are you hurt?”
He had been told many times that only his baba could touch his mama, otherwise both mama and the person who touched him round be punished. Was mama being punished cause A-Yuan wasn’t supposed to touch mama? But baba had said that A-Yuan was their little exception! Was it because A-Yuan was a grown up 5 year old?? Was A-Yuan not little??
“Mama!!” He cried out, tugging at the chain again, and mama made a loud pained sound, trying to shush him and pat his head.
His baba came to untangle his hand from the chain he had been tugging, smiling to himself as his Wei Ying gathered himself up between panting breaths and thighs clenched in pleasure to soothe their son.
He took A-Yuan away to set him up with some food, and then came back to Wei Ying standing unsteadily on his feet. He stalked across the room, kneeling down and lifting the skirt of Wei Ying's pretty dress.
Under his skirt was the abuse Lan Wangji had laid on his slave's skin. The weighted rings were still tight around his balls. His hole was stuffed with a dildo he had chosen for their night out. But his cock while far more healed, had a chain going through it. A ball at the end of the chain was resting in his bladder, making it feel nice and full.
Lan Wangji caressed Wei Ying's stomach, feeling the hard ball he had forced through the tight opening until it was forced into his slave's bladder. He gently tugged at the chain, feeling the way the heavy ball pulled low but didn't pop out just yet.
“I knew Wei Ying could do it,” Lan Wangji said, gently kissing over the gentle protrusion almost no one could see.
“I can't,” Wei Ying said, his voice breaking as Lan Wangji continued to gently tug at the chain, roughly brushing against the internal tattoo whose sensitivity he had increased. He tried clenching down on the thick ridged dildo he had left to massage his hole and whined loudly when he couldn't feel anything even as the ridges pressed perfectly on his prostate.
Wei Ying's restraint collapsed soon after, come and piss leaking out of his cock as he sobbed into his master's shoulder.
“Let's go A-Ying,” Lan Wangji left the chain to pinch teasingly at his stuffed nipples. Wei Ying shuddered against him. “We have to drop A-Yuan before we leave for the celebration.”
Wei Ying was teased terribly that evening as father and son ganged up on him. Son tugging the chain violently whenever he wanted his mama's attention, giggling happily as if he was pulling a prank while the father pinched his full nipples occasionally and incited their son to tease their mama.
Wei Ying only gave up when he found his son telling with his husband that he wanted someone “just like mama” and that he would make sure to take care of his slave just like baba took care of mama.
Wei Ying had to smile brightly at that. He still teased his son about what he had heard, but as he and his husband/owner exchanged glances, he was sure they would find their A-Yuan the perfect slave for him to love and bring home.
A-Yuan would find a love just like Lan Zhan had with Wei Ying.