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The Acquisition, Book 2, Chapter 7: Big Words
🕑 Added 2025-08-18 00:04:55 +0000 UTCChapter 7: Big Words
This chapter comes with a special musical audio track sung by Blake for Sean. I hope you all enjoy! All rights reserved to Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica.
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Sean said it like he was telling me we needed more dish soap. “We’re going shopping.” No edge to it. No test. He tossed me my hoodie and kissed the side of my neck before grabbing his keys. I followed him out, feeling that familiar tug low in my body as the cage shifted with each step. Toronto air sat warm and thick outside the building, and by the time we parked under the Eaton Centre I’d settled into the quiet thrill of it: just us doing something regular.
We came up into the atrium and that long glass spine ran above us, light pouring down on storefronts and strollers and teenagers taking pictures of the waterfall. Sean’s hand brushed my lower back while we merged into the flow. It was nothing, a guide through traffic, but it steadied me. It always did. He asked if I needed socks. I said I could use some. We made a list in our heads. Razors, toothpaste, a belt for me because I’d punched too many holes in the old one.
In Uniqlo he handed me two plain tees and a soft zip-up and said, “You look good in this.” He didn’t make it a command. I carried them around like a schoolboy, oddly proud. In the fitting room I checked the mirror and caught the outline of the cage under the joggers I’d thrown on at home. It wasn’t obvious, just a reminder only I could feel: a small weight, the press of metal against skin. I breathed and let the normal swallow me whole.
We wandered. Muji for notebooks. Indigo for a hardcover he wanted. At the Apple store he played with a new iPad and made some offhand joke about putting parental controls on mine. I snorted and bumped his shoulder. The easy rhythm of us threaded through everything. He picked a candle and made me smell it twice, insisting it was different from the last one even though it wasn’t. I watched his mouth as he talked. The way he considered purchases like they’re cases he’s arguing, calm and sure.
At lunch he steered us to the far corner of the food court where it’s a little quieter. He stole a fry from my tray without asking and wiped a grain of salt off my lip with his thumb. A couple at the next table bickered softly about a blender. A toddler howled. We were just another pair in the noise, knees brushing under the table. Ordinary felt sacred. Like this is what people mean when they say real life. I forgot the ache I carry most days. I forgot the constant pull in my crotch. I forgot the rules, except I didn’t, because the rules lived in me now and the cage didn’t let me pretend for long.
He caught me drifting and tapped my shoe with his. “Stay with me.”
“I am,” I said. And I was. Right there with him, chewing, nodding, cataloguing every small domestic nothing as if I could keep it. When we stood to leave, he squeezed the back of my neck, quick and warm, and I felt that private current run through me again. Just a man with his man. Just us moving through a mall. And my secret pressed snug and locked, humming under it all.
We didn’t head straight for the exit. Sean steered us deeper, past the main drag of clothing stores and electronics. His pace shifted, slower now, more deliberate, like he already had the map in his head.
“What now?” I asked.
“Last stop,” he said, lips curving into that sly look I knew better than to mistake for innocent.
I should have guessed before we turned onto Yonge. The storefront glowed neon pink and black, mannequins in harnesses perched in the window. Sean held the door, and I stepped into the musky-slick smell of lube and rubber. Rows of shelves were stacked high with toys, racks of restraints, wall hooks heavy with leather.
Sean didn’t browse like most guys did, sheepish and curious. He moved like he belonged there, hands trailing across packaging, eyes hunting. I shadowed him, half embarrassed and half lit up by it.
“You losing me already?” he asked over his shoulder.
“No,” I said. “Just wondering what exactly you’re after.”
“You’ll see.” His voice carried dark amusement, the sort that always made me brace and lust at the same time.
We passed butt plugs shaped like jewels, whips in every color, masks that looked more theater than bedroom. He picked things up, turned them over, set them back down. Not what he wanted.
“You’re picky,” I said.
“Quality matters. Especially for what I have in mind.”
The way he said it made my throat tighten. My cock pulsed in its cage, the metal biting lightly with each step.
Then he stopped, sudden, and pulled something down from a high shelf. His eyes lit up like he’d found treasure.
“This is it.”
I looked. A head harness, straps black and wide, with a gag plug for the inside. On the outside, jutting forward, was a short black dildo, solid, gleaming. Sean could still surprise me.
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
Sean laughed low. “You think too small. Or maybe you think too big. Either way—you’re not the one I want it for.”
I swallowed, already picturing his body crouched above me, the harness tight against my face, his ass lowering onto the silicone cock jutting from my mouth.
He turned the box so I could read. “High-grade silicone. Adjustable straps. They only stock a few. I saw it online, wasn’t sure they’d carry it in person. But here we are.”
“You could just use a plug,” I said, my voice coming out thin.
He raised a brow. “I could. Or a strap-on. But then you wouldn’t get that particular kind of humiliation you’re craving right now.”
My cage pressed harder as if agreeing with him.
“You can’t even argue,” he went on. “I like something small in me now and then. Your slave cock wouldn’t cut it. Always locked. And if I let you use it, you’d probably shoot before I got off. This?” He tapped the picture on the box. “This is perfect.”
I didn’t bother denying the rush that shot through me. My legs almost buckled.
Sean tossed the harness into the basket like he was grabbing milk. On the way out he added a steel mouth gag too, wide metallic prongs that forced the jaw open. He caught me staring.
“Insurance,” he said lightly. “Sometimes I want more access.”
The cashier rang it all up. Sean didn’t flinch at the price, just tapped his card. I walked out with him into the street, the bag swinging from his hand, my pulse thudding against the locked ring around my cock.
He didn’t need to tell me what was next. I already knew. And my body was begging for it.
Back at Sean’s apartment, the shift happened the second the door clicked behind us. The hum of the mall, the noise of the city, all of it fell away, and I was left with the sound of his keys on the counter and the low command in his voice.
“Strip.”
I didn’t need the command, but the fact he gave it meant there was no time for hesitation. My hoodie and shirt came off, my shoes were toed aside, and I dropped my joggers and boxers in a single motion. The air against my skin felt colder here, but more alive too. I stood naked, my cock straining in its cage, the metal digging deeper from hours of pressure. Sean carried the bag from the shop as if it were nothing more than groceries.
He beckoned me to the bedroom and I followed.
He didn’t give me time to gawk. He pulled out the harness, the straps dangling, the small inner gag glistening. He set it on the dresser, methodical, before unclipping a coil of rope from his closet.
“Hands behind your back,” he said.
I obeyed. The rope bit snugly as he wound it, the pull and cinch of his knots pinning my wrists together. When he shoved me forward onto the bed, I landed flat on my back, arms trapped beneath me, ribs rising with short, shallow breaths. The toy waited in my peripheral vision, black and gleaming.
My cock throbbed in the cage, leaking already. “Please,” I muttered, my voice catching. “Ride my face. I need it.”
Sean chuckled, low and amused. “So needy. A few weeks denied and you’ll beg for anything.” He ran his palm across my chest, letting the hair flatten under his touch. “But that’s exactly where I want you.”
He stripped with the same calm ease he always carried, folding his clothes over the chair by the window until he was bare. The sight of him undressing never lost its impact on me: broad shoulders, lean muscle, cock already thick and heavy, his body carved by discipline and self-possession. He slid the harness up in front of his face, adjusting the straps.
“This is going to look good on you,” he said.
When he pushed the gag into my mouth, I gagged around the intrusion at first, the rubbery taste filling me. He tightened the straps until the harness hugged the back of my head, the outer dildo jutting forward from my mouth like a mocking extension of me. My jaw ached from the plug holding it open, but Sean’s approving smile kept me still.
“There,” he said. “Now you’re useful.”
He climbed onto the bed and straddled me, his thighs firm and warm on either side of my head. My eyes locked on his ass as he positioned himself above me. I smelled the faint musk of him, clean sweat from the day, skin that hadn’t been freshly showered but was never unkempt. The sight and the smell together twisted something deep inside me.
When he lowered himself onto the protruding dildo, a sharp groan left his throat. The black silicone disappeared between his cheeks, pushing inside him as he sank down onto it. The harness pressed tighter against my face, straps cutting into my skin, and my gagged mouth stretched wide around the inner plug. He began to move, rising and sinking, riding the cock that jutted from me.
I stared upward, transfixed by the flex of his back, the clench of his glutes, the smooth rhythm he found. Every grind of his hips drove the toy deeper inside him, and every grind pressed the harness harder against my head. The cage bit viciously as my cock swelled, my whole body thrumming with need.
I moaned into the gag, the sound muffled. He laughed at it, grinding down harder. “That desperate? All I had to do was turn you into furniture.”
He pumped slowly at first, savoring it, his hand reaching down to grip his cock. The muscles in his arm tightened as he stroked, each movement fast and efficient. I felt the vibration of his moans in my chest. His sweat started to bead, sliding down his abs, dripping onto me.
The humiliation burned through me, but so did the arousal. I was nothing but the base for his pleasure, pinned, gagged, denied, while he used the toy strapped to my face. It was unbearable, but I wanted more.
“Fuck, Blake,” he groaned, his voice breaking in pleasure. He rode faster, bouncing harder onto the silicone, his strokes on his cock rougher. The slap of skin echoed in the room. His head tilted back, throat exposed, mouth open as he lost himself in it.
I couldn’t look away from the play of muscle in his body, the raw beauty of him unraveling. My cage pinched with every twitch, every pulse. I thought I might cry from how badly I wanted release.
Then his body went taut. His breath hitched, and with a loud groan he came, thick ropes of cum splattering across my chest, hot and sudden. He jerked himself through it, milking every spurt, panting as his ass clenched around the toy still lodged inside.
He rode it out, then slowly lifted off the harness, the dildo slipping free. He reached down and unbuckled the straps, pulling the gag from my mouth leaving a slick trail of saliva hanging between it and me. My jaw throbbed, spit trailing down my chin, but I didn’t care.
Sean’s eyes were wild and shining. “Incredible,” he said, voice rough with satisfaction. He scooped up a smear of his cum from my chest with his fingers and shoved them into my mouth. I sucked eagerly, groaning at the taste. He fed me more, wiping his release from my skin until I had swallowed every drop. Then he pressed his cock, still sticky, against my lips, and I cleaned him too, tongue dragging across his shaft until he sighed.
Finally, he leaned back, pulling the last of the harness away and untying my wrists. Blood rushed back into my hands with a prickling sting as he rubbed them gently. He kissed me once on the temple, casual and tender after the storm.
“You did well,” he said simply.
I lay beneath him, wrecked and glowing, the cage biting mercilessly but my heart beating with a strange, fierce pride. I hadn’t cum, but I felt as if I had been allowed something even better.
We lay there in the quiet after, the room warm with the smell of skin and sex, his weight half on me and half on the mattress. He had one arm tucked under my neck and the other draped across my chest. His fingertips traced idle lines through the slick mess he had made and fed to me. I felt wrung out and wired at the same time. The cage kept its dull ache alive, a steady reminder that my body was not mine to finish with.
Sean kissed my temple. Not a showy kiss. Just contact. He shifted onto his side to face me and brushed hair off my forehead with the same casual care he used when he folded his shirts. His eyes had that sated brightness I loved. He looked younger like this, and then the authority seeped back in around the edges.
“You take it and you make it beautiful,” he said. “Even the parts that should feel ugly. That toy was meant to humiliate. Look at you. You turned it into artwork.”
I huffed a small laugh. “You knew I would.”
“I suspected,” he said. “You always surprise me by how quickly you go further than I planned.”
“That is because you set the path,” I said. “I just walk it.”
He ran his thumb across my lower lip. It came away damp. He looked at the shine and then at me, and I felt that tight pull in my chest that I never fully admitted to myself. I wanted to say something grand and careful, but the words lined up on their own.
“You always know how to push it,” I said. “I mean it. I have not felt this… right in a long time. Like the world makes sense when I am under you.”
He smiled, small and proud. “Good. That means I am doing my job.”
“Not just that,” I said. “The mall. Lunch. You arguing with a candle. All of it.”
He laughed softly and shook his head. “I was right. It was different.”
“It was exactly the same,” I said, and he rolled his eyes, but he knew what I meant. It was the sameness that made it special. The normal things he let me have, then the sharpness after. The mix hit me harder than either would alone.
He slid his hand down to my ribs and held me there, palm firm and warm. The city hummed faintly through the window. Far below, a horn honked and then faded. I felt suddenly unguarded, the way you feel when you realize you are not performing for anyone, not even yourself. It rose in my throat before I could catch it.
“I love you,” I said. The words left me before the fear. “I love you, Sean.”
Silence stretched for half a breath. I had a single flash of panic that I had said it wrong or too soon. That I had thrown it into the room like a glass and it would shatter and cut both of us.
He did not let any of that settle. He rolled closer, caught my jaw in his hand, and stroked my hair with the other. His eyes softened in a way I had only seen twice before. He smiled without showing teeth.
“I love you too, Blake,” he said. “Do not worry. You are mine now.”
Everything in me went bright. My chest felt full. My throat went tight. I swallowed and then smiled because I could not do anything else. He held my gaze as if this had always been true and we had simply reached the sentence where we said it out loud.
“Say it again,” I said, stupid with joy.
“I love you,” he said, steady and certain. “And I am keeping you.”
I laughed, which came out wet and breathless. He wiped the corner of my eye with his thumb, and I pretended it was sweat. He kissed me, slow and unhurried, like he had all night to press the promise into me. When he pulled back he looked at the cage and then at my face.
“Still aching?” he asked.
“Always,” I said. It came out as devotion. He knew it and so did I.
He palmed my cheek. “Good. It will make tonight sharper.”
“What happens tonight?” I asked. I could not keep the hope out of my voice.
He settled onto his back and pulled me into the space against him. “We enjoy what we said,” he said. “We take the new toy into the shower and see how water changes it. Maybe I feed you again. Maybe I take your mouth without the harness and see if you can keep still. Maybe I let you hold me while I sleep.”
I tucked my face against his shoulder and breathed him in. My body buzzed, and my mind ran ahead, trying to imagine each small thing. The words we had traded settled into me and kept settling, like warm sand filling the spaces that had always felt empty.
“Blake,” he said after a minute.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.”
It should have been simple. It was simple. It still lit me up. I closed my eyes and held him tighter. The apartment felt quiet in a way I had never noticed before. Even the clock seemed to soften its tick. I thought of the mall, the toy, the way he had used me, the way he had looked when he said it back. I wondered how the harness would feel in the shower. I wondered if he would let me sleep with my head on his chest. I wondered what else he had planned now that the words were out in the air between us, fixed and real.
Comments
Ex Aegypto
Absolutely awesome chapter and song, man! 🌟
La Belle Bella
Possibly my new favorite song?
