Erik Claims Victory

You stand there with your knees slightly shaking as Erik continues to play with your balls. You're sporting a boner now, and Erik clearly finds that even more amusing. "I knew you'd give up. It didn't take as much work as I thought it would, though." He literally has you by the balls, so you can't pluck up the courage to mouth off.

"Time to have some fun with my little loser gay boy. Get on your knees." Erik's command hits you in the gut like a punch. By giving up, you've given him some kind of power over you. He doesn't exert any physical ****, but your knees buckle, and you kneel before him like a peasant.

Erik strips off his own clothing, grabs you by your hair, and pulls your face in front of his cock. "Start sucking, **** boy." He orders, but you shake your head.

"N-not a chance! I didn't agree to that!"

He presses the tip of his dick against your lips, but you keep your mouth closed. You may have surrendered, and you'll accept the chain around your cock, but you've got too much self-respect for that!

He jerks your head backwards. "Open your mouth."

There's that commanding voice again. It clouds your senses and begs your submission. Your mouth opens, and Erik's cock enters. He bucks his hips into your mouth, forcing the entirety of his hardening length down your throat. You come close to gagging, but you don't. You glare up at Erik, even with his dick in your mouth, only to find him snapping a photo of you on his cell-phone.

Pulling his cock out of your mouth, he tosses you onto his bed, flat on your belly. Seizing your hips, he mounts you and lines himself up with your ass. Alarmed, you attempt to struggle, before his words echo in your head again.

"Face down, ass up. You're mine."

You comply. You're a top, but you've never been dominated like this. Your cheek presses against the bed, and you lift your ass up into the air, offering it to him. Erik gives your hole a lick before spearing you with his cock.

You cry out in mixed pain and pleasure as he impales you, and you feel the strength go out of your body. Erik starts slowly, before ramping up his speed. In no time at all, he's pistoning his hips, fucking your ass like a champion. Your head is swimming. You cry out in pleasure and groan in pain, until you feel a warm eruption in your ass as Erik cums, and pulls his cock out of you.

"Who owns your ass?" He asks, grabbing hold of your painfully hard erection.

"Y-you do. You own my ass." You whisper in defeat.

"That's right, gay boy. Now beg me to chain up your pecker."

"Please... Please chain my cock. Please, Erik." The words taste bitter in your mouth, but you're too far gone to help it.

"If you insist."

Cold metal encircles your once-proud erect cock. It crosses and weaves over your shaft and balls, and the cold causes your erection to soften until it hangs, shackled and defeated, between your legs.