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Since they could crawl on the plush carpet of a kindergarten classroom, Ivan and Till have been together. Through the hardships of puberty, friendships, family drama, school, everything. They have always been together, stuck to each other like how glitter never leaves your skin.
Ivan always loved Till. He adored his green-ish sliver strands of hair, the teal fire that is kept in his fierce eyes, his loud and bold personality that made him the centre of everyone's attention once he opened his mouth. Everything about Till was sculpted by the gods themselves.
Though Ivan’s heart would shatter into a thousand pieces once Till developed such an idiototic crush on their friend Mizi. He feared his reason for living might be taken by someone else, that even if he was rejected that he would never move on and that Ivan could not fill that void himself like it should be.
Thankfully this anxiety was for nothing and his long time friend’s crush would fade fast after rejection, perfect for Ivan to proclaim his undying obsession with the growing rock star and successfully win over his heart.
So throughout the last year of high school Ivan and Till had finally gotten together as an official couple, they graduated as a couple on that stage, Till’s music career grew with Ivan by his side, they moved into a nice house together as lovers, hand and hand they did everything together.
Naturally when you are with someone you learn and memorize their habits, wants, and dislikes. Like they contain the answers to the universe. So when certain perverse ideas were suggested by Till, Ivan’s heart was filled up with more adoration for his love if that was even possible. It really was a match made in heaven.
Now in present day Ivan kneels at the entrance to their house. His midnight hair styled pretty for his Till, a deep red collar wrapped tightly around his neck, a short, slutty, black maids dress with many pretty lacey bows covering his body. Thigh highs with paw pads, and a cute plug sitting snug in his tight hole to pull it all together in one errotic sight.
Ivan was Till’s pet, his slave, his property. Till was Ivan’s owner, his master, his reason to exist.
While his Master was out working hard, blessing the world with heavenly melodies created from his two hands, Ivan stayed home and cooked, he cleaned, he made sure everything was easy for Till when he came home. Anything Till wants, Till will get. That's how it should always be.
This was everything Ivan could ever want, he finds himself always breaking out into a lopsided smile when he thinks about it. His life was the definition of perfect.
Ivan did his daily chores today like the good boy he was told he was. The bed was made, laundry was washed and folded, he organized the house that Till often left a mess; not that Ivan cared, he was happy to clean and organize everything an infinite amount of times. Dinner as well was almost done for his love who should come through the door any second.
As the door unlocks Ivan can feel a wave of warmth filling his body, his stunning master is here!
Jewelry clinks together as Till steps in, dresses in baggy pants and a ripped graphic shirt, necklaces on top of necklaces and piercings that would scare an average conservative mother before she even noticed the dark, dramatic makeup. His bag makes a whole lot of noise as he moves from the number of key chains hanging from it, almost like they’re trying to make their own melodies like their owner.
“Welcome home , Tilly~” Ivan sings affectionately as he rises from his position on the floor with a bright smile. He takes Tills bag and coat, hanging them on the rack next to the door.
“Hi Love. How are you? Did you do your chores?” Till asks as he takes his shoes off, he knows the answer already.
“I’m wonderful and yes, Tilly, I did everything you asked. Dinner is almost done too.”
Till grabs his pet’s collar and pulls him forward and closer to him, pressing a kiss to Ivan’s soft lips as a reward for behaving. “Good boy.”
The praise goes straight to Ivan’s core, if just seeing his beautiful master didn’t work him up before then he definitely was now. He has to will his dick to not rise in excitement, “Tilly didn’t put me in chastity today while he was gone, I have to be good” Ivan thinks.
The sliver haired boy doesn’t let go of the collar and drags Ivan along with him as they move to the kitchen. Ivan follows and doesn’t resist anything Till does like the well trained thing he is and will forever be.
“What did you make tonight?” He knows his pet always makes the most wonderful things for him, his love most definitely pouring through the dishes. What did Ivan make today he wonders.
Ivan rests his head on Till shoulder, snuggling close. “Steak and rice. Nothing too special today, Tilly bean.”
Till moves to sit down at their table, letting go of Ivan’s collar and leaving the presence of his pet’s warmth. The plates and such already sit out ready in front of Till, Ivan serving him a portion as well as one for himself. The smell of the food wrapping the room in one delicious hug.
“Thank you, love.” Till praises his pet once more.
Ivan sits next to his master, almost letting out a whimper as the plug is driven deeper inside him. He adjusts his skirt and preens for Till’s attention. Ivan must always look his best for Tilly, he’s taken care of so well so he has to give Till something pretty to look at 24/7, it’s only fair. And it doesn’t hurt that he also likes the attention.
As they eat, the silver haired rock star talks about his work and ideas for songs, his indecisiveness for the feel of certain melodies and the woes of working with people who just don’t get the vision. Ivan of course listens intently, Till is always so bold with his opinions. It’s very attractive. He knows what he wants and when he wants it, a voice with power and emotion, like a ragging fire that will never be put out. Ivan can’t help but wiggle his butt slightly and move the plug around when thinking about his master praising and degrading him with that irresistible voice.
“-it’s such a damn pain you know. Might not just collab if he can’t get the vision.” Till complains before shoving a piece of meat in his mouth, calming down as he tastes the flavor. “Parents must have named him after what he looks like because he really is a human acorn.”
“Mhh, you are the best Tilly, not everyone can understand you.” What Ivan says is fact, at least in his eyes, Till really is at the very top at everything he does.
“You’re damn right I am the best!” Till boasts proudly.
The pair finish their meal for the night, Till goes to the couch to scroll on his phone while Ivan cleans up the dishes and puts them away. He moves over to his master to help take off all the jewelry he has hanging off his body. Till paying no mind, his pet always does this for him and he’s lazy so there is no need to resist.
Ivan unclasped the chunky chain necklace first, then the two thinner ones with a skull pendant and cross. Kissing the now exposed skin he can smell the minty cologne and natural odor from Till’s sweat that clings to his lover. After sniffing Till for moments too long he moves to remove the rings wrapped around each delicate finger, Till switching his phone from hand to hand to let Ivan take them off. Again he kisses the flesh now made available, worshiping each digit respectfully.
Ivan takes his new collection of jewelry and puts them in a little bag so he doesn’t drop anything before making a quick trip to their room and putting them away. Coming back to the living room Till calls him over to sit in his lap, which Ivan does quickly.
Till combs his hands through his pet’s hair, petting him with care. “Tell me what you did today.” he says as he drags another hand up and down Ivan’s thigh.
“I did laundry when you left, while that was washing I cleaned our room and vacuumed, then I folded and put away the clean laundry, made myself lunch, took out the trash and took a nap before starting dinner.” Ivan recites his day, his hands resting on Till’s shoulder as he leans against him.
“You’re so well behaved, such a good boy. I love you Ivan.” Once again Ivan can feel his collar being pulled and a kiss pressed to his lips. He returns this kiss with equal passion, scooting closer. Tasting Till’s cherry chapstick, Ivan opens his mouth to let his partner's tongue slip inside, dominating his own muscle. The heat of the moment getting to his already love drunk brain Ivan grinds his hips against Till’s. A moan cut short as his collar is yanked this time away from his master, the kiss ending and a whine of disappointment coming from his lips.
“Ah- Tilly!”
Till hits Ivan softly on the cheek, it doesn’t hurt but it’s warning of what's to come if he continues to act out.
“Who said you could grind on me? I didn’t say you were allowed to pleasure yourself. I just praised you for being good, now you’re being a naughty boy. A bad pet.” Till reprimands Ivan, putting his pet back in place.
Ivan understands his mistake, he only takes what is given to him, he should not be unjustly doing things without permission. “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, I’ll be a good boy I promise.” He apologizes wholeheartedly.
The silver haired boy lets go of Ivan’s collar only to grab a fistful of his silky hair and pushing him back. “Sit on the floor, pervert.” Till commands.
Ivan drops to the ground and sits his soft butt on the floor, looking up at Till with eyes full of regret and need. He keeps his hands in his lap afraid to touch Till and upset him again.
“Usually we shower by now but I don’t know if a whore like you can control yourself.” The rockstar criticizes, folding his arms and looking down at his pet with a disproving gaze. “If I strip you’d probably come on the spot, I really am dating such a filthy slut.”
Ivan rests his head on Till’s knee a half attempt to hide the growing erection he’s getting from his master degrading him; his deep red eyes almost brimming with tears from holding back from touching himself.
“Stay right there.”
The pet feels his hair being released, as he watches as Till walks away to their bedroom, admiring the skin exposed by the loose ripped t-shirt and fantasizing in his head about his love’s naked body, Ivan never said he wasn’t a whore. He whines without his master’s warmth but remains in his position on the cold, unwelcoming floor.
First he hears the soft click of chains before Ivan lifts his eyes up to his lover now back from the room, the blush that bloomed across his face rivaled Till’s flustered cheeks when he’s gifted something nice.
His master holds a pair of leather cuffs and a chastity cage, pink and pretty just like him, clinking together as it’s swayed back and forth on a finger.
“Strip. Now.” Till commands.
He has no choice but to obey, he must listen to his love. Ivan’s fingers curl around the sleeves of his dress, the lace rough against his skin, pulling them over his shoulders and arms before the clothing is removed from his body and set on the couch revealing the lacy lingerie clinging to his frame. Embarrassment floods the pet’s body, he really is a bad boy for his inability to control his cock from standing proud in his painties, leaking so much it stains the cloth. The cold air washes over his nipples as his bra is unclasped to join the dress. Socks are scrunched up as they are removed as well.
All that’s covering the dark eyed boy’s body is a small, black, lacy pair of underwear and a plug deep inside.
“I said strip, don’t stall, slut.”
“Sorry, Tilly.”
“No nicknames, you call me Master right now.”
“Sorry…Master.”
His soul burns at the fact he can feel the fabric wetten more.
Just as his master instructs, the panties are dropped to the floor with a soft sound and Ivan’s arousal is on full display, the leaking pink head shining in the light. Shaven clean, smooth and soft like there was never hair there to begin with, Ivan kept clean and pretty everywhere. The pet’s cock was longer than it was wide with thin blue veins pushing against the flesh.
Master runs a hand down the pet’s chest, brushing over the perky pink nipples and the squishy tummy then hitting the stupidity hard cock earning a whimper and pants.
Punishing Ivan’s body for being so disgustingly seductive Till chains his lover’s hands behind his back, the leather tight against his wrists, and locks up the pretty little dick. It hurts a little but his pet likes anything that is given to him.
“Come on love, time for our shower,” Jerking Ivan forward once more by the collar wrapped around his neck, he follows like the puppy he is.
The bathroom is bigger than average, plenty of room for some certain activities in the shower, honestly it was one of the many reasons they chose to buy this home. The mirror reflects the pair and the heat growing in Ivan’s body grows at the sight of his pathetic self being dominated by his lovely Tilly, he can feel his erection try to push out of the cage to no avail.
Shoving Ivan in the standing shower Till then begins to strip himself, first the shirt is lifted showing the happy trail adorning his abdomen before boxers and jeans are tossed carelessly to the side. Ivan wants to put them away properly but he is evidently restrained and the sight of Till’s naked, unshaved, all natural, breath taking, succulent figure is making him light headed, will there ever be a limit of how good Till makes him feel? Ugh, how he wants his dick to be free from its tight cage.
Opening the shower door the water is turned on, the hot steam warming their bodies. Till begins to wash his silky, silver hair as his pet stands and watches, waiting for his turn to be pampered.
“Hmm, behaving finally I see. Good boy, sit and wait.” Till praises and earns a smile from his lover.
Most times Ivan would be washing Till’s hair, shampoo and conditioner, then washes his master’s body before drying it off and dressing him in soft clothes washed freshly that day. But unfortunately he can’t at the moment, he feels a bit of regret since he lost his privilege to touch and feel every inch of that stunning frame.
Soon Till’s hands dig into Ivan’s hair, foaming up the shampoo so it becomes a bubbly mess to wash away any grease and grim. Ivan leans back slightly, the regret fades away as quickly as it came, being pampered while punished makes his heart feel warm like the heat trapped in his groin.
Shampoo, conditioner, first Till then Ivan, body wash with a filly loofa, Master’s needs come first then his pet.
Floral soap slides down Ivan’s skin, Till taking care to wash carefully and attentively, he might be being punished but he wasn’t going to be abused.
“Mh, your skin is clearing up again.” He observes as he washes over the back that used to be bumpy with growing pimples and puss. “You’ve been taking better care of yourself, good boy, I can’t have you neglecting yourself because you want to keep cleaning and preparing random gifts for me.”
“Thank you Master.”
Ivan sometimes gets really bad acne; if he doesn’t maintain it he will break out.
Till gives Ivan a hug from the back, pressing their bodies together as he then moves his hands to snake under the black haired boy's arms to wash his tummy and chest. Not so subtly grinding against his soft chubby ass, kind of hypocritical to punish Ivan for being so perverted when he is doing the same thing but Till gets an expectation.
Peak of hypocrisy again when Till slaps Ivan’s stomach for trying to push back against the growing hardness that was poking against him. Ivan whines, he always does, he’s such a baby.
“You really want to be used huh? Is that all you think about? Getting your holes stuffed?” Brushing a hand over the caged treasure Ivan’s legs shake and he pulls against the cuffs.
“Mhh…Tilly…Master, please~” Ivan moans. “I want to suck it~”
“Suck what, use your words and beg if you want something.” The rockstar demands.
“Ngh…please, please, please let me suck your cock Master!…I-I want to make you feel good…apologies for not keeping my thoughts clean~.”
“Fine slut, if that's what you want so badly.” Ivan’s body is spinned around quickly, it makes him almost dizzy and he is pushed to the ground once more, his place really was on the floor kneeling in front of his love. If Till wasn’t in front of him the water would be splashing in his face, though something else is going to be splashed in him now.
Polished metal collects water on its reflective surface as it sits within the skin and meat of Till’s dick, a Jacob’s Ladder piercing, the sight makes the pet’s mouth water. Licking the purple-pink tip he tries to move his hands to rest on those slender hips but the cuffs continue to restrain him unfortunately. So he just works with his mouth, skillfully of course.
He sucks slightly on the individual piercings, dragging his tongue up and down the entire length. Kissing the base and coating the entire thing in his saliva.
He licks and sucks at the head, the salty pre-cum setting in his taste buds as he makes more squirt out. It’s so thick and long Ivan’s jaw starts to hurt trying to fit it all in his mouth, all worth it when he hears the soft pants and growls coming from his love. Burying his nose in the silver-teal hair he takes the entire thing down his needy throat, tears run down his rosy cheeks as he savors the smell of Till’s musk, the lack of air doesn’t help the clouded feeling overtaking his mind.
“Fuck…your throat is so tight…it’s always so fucking good.” Till mumbles, taking a fistful of hair to seat himself impossibly deeper; the metal piercings rubbing against the walls of the pet’s gullet.
Pulling back to breath then going back on, he works back and forth to earn his reward of precious sperm. His Master now guides his pace by the grip on his head, the bulge in his throat stretching the collar still wrapped around him.
One hand coils around his neck to feel the bump every time Till enters and defiles his love again and again.
“…mhh…you’re doing well my love…” Till groans.
Ivan thrusts slightly into nothing and with nothing, still caged and needy.
Soon the rhythm quickens more, a sign of Ivan’s reward coming as those pricings bang his teeth slightly, Till’s testicles slapping against Ivan as he is used like a human fleshlight, thrusting hard and deep like Till wanted to reach all the way through him.
“Take it- take all…fuck I’m going to cum..ah ngh..drink it all you fucking slut- Ngh….”
Almost pulling out the boy’s hair he is completely inside that warm wet throat when the rockstar gushes thick white ropes out and into the other's body, coating it all in the fluid. The walls constrict around the large length to swallow it, simultaneously guiding more and more fluid to be shot out.
It’s salty, it makes his throat hurt, his throat technically wasn’t made to be stuffed by a penis even if Till says it is, but it feels like heaven. To be used like the toy he is almost makes him cum himself, drunk on cock is the only way to describe it.
After the member irritating Ivan’s esophagus softens and is finally taken out he breathes a large desperate breath, like a fish finally returning to water, coughing and wheezing hard. Cum drips from his red swollen as he pants and cries the tears that built in his eyes, resting his head on Till’s stomach as he basks in the afterglow.
Till groans but comforts his pet, gently combing through his midnight hair and praising him.
“Good boy Ivan, you did well, such a good boy following orders…I love you…such a good puppy.” Till pauses for a moment but he reaches down and unlinks the cuffs. “Your punishment is over love, stand up.”
Pulling his spacy pet Till brings him into a soothing embrace, rubbing his back and trailing his fingers over the bumps that are his love’s spine. The water washes over their bodies carrying away the sweat, tears, and left over fluids that weren’t deposited in Ivan’s stomach.
They exit the shower. Till dries their bodies, using the soft fresh towels with red flowers Ivan kindly washes for them everyday before guiding his pet to lay in bed. Dressing them in their soft pajamas, pink lacy panties with a matching babydoll dress for Ivan and a random t-shirt plus plaid pants for Till.
Ivan snuggles close to his Master enjoying the scent of Till’s freshly washed hair, wrapping his arms around his neck and soaking in his Master’s love while sitting in his lap.
“My sweet boy~ You’re so pretty.” Till coos. A hand snakes down to push the plug still snug in that tight hole, earning a whine and wiggle from the pet.
“Tilly…can I…can I…mhh…”
“Can I? Can I, what? I said use your words before.”
“Can…I want to touch myself please…I’ve waited all day and I took the punishment like a good boy…can I have a reward please…?” Ivan begs bashfully.
“Still worked up huh?”
“...yeah…”
Till reaches down under those cute panties to where his pet’s penis is confined in pink plastic, poking the peachy flesh through the gaps. Contemplating for a moment the rockstar then opens the chastity device with a soft ‘pop’, freeing his lovely fully now as he pushes down his lacy underwear.
He thumbs the tip watching the member slowly becoming thicker and longer, filling out the skin with blood. Ivan’s thighs close to try to hide his so-so sensitive part, it has been a while since he was touched there. But he is pried open from his Master as he wiggles and whimpers, the pet trembling already.
“Mhh, cute.” Till kisses the top of Ivan’s head.
Ivan can’t help get worked up quickly, way too quickly; Till’s hands gently toying with his honestly painful erection is just too much. The gentle jerking to rubbing the head with his palm, smearing the beads of pre-cum all over both of them, then letting go to watch him helplessly wiggle his hips in half hearted thrusts. Whines and whimpers, pants with mumbles of gratitude.
It doesn’t take long for Ivan to lose his control.
It’s embarrassing how fast he orgasms from this, utterly pathetic honestly but that was ok, Ivan knew Till liked him stupid and so affected by his touch.
Ivan lets out breathy pants as he coats his Master’s hand in a pool of sticky white fluid, twitching to expel more even after the wave of pleasure fades. He can hear the way Till laughs at him quietly for climaxing so fast, if he’d been able to touch himself earlier maybe he could have lasted longer but no; so it’s Till’s fault when he thinks about it.
The sliver haired boy wraps an arm around his lover pulling him close to his chest as he grabs a tissue, cleaning first his hand then the cute, tiny softened dick before putting it away in the confines of cloth again.
“You tired, my love?” Till asks, making them lay down instead of sitting up against the wall wrapped the warm fluffy blankets around them.
Ivan doesn’t respond but just hides his face in Till’s shoulder, resting in the soothing comfort of his lover's embrace. Clingy and needy, enough of an answer that it is time for bed for this good boy.
Till reaches over to shut off the lamp illuminating the room, almost falling out of bed in doing so, the room falling into a calm silent darkness. It was sort of early to go to sleep but they woke up early so they’re not wasting time completely on sleeping.
Ivan can’t help but smile, his life is perfect, he’s taken so well care of and loved so much he can’t think of a better way to live.
Shifting so he can wrap his legs around Till as they tangle themselves together, he pulls himself closer if that was even possible. Resting his head on the same pillow as his love he presses a kiss against those lips before settling down to sleep, curled up so warm like a cinnamon roll.
If this was his eternity then it’s a wonderful one.