In Tykhe's Grasp

REVISED Chapter 6: The Threshold

by time_to_occur

Tags: #dubious_consent #m/m #m/nb #multiple_partners #ownership_dynamics #scifi #3rd_person #ownership

Consent is paramount in real life. I do not condone non-consensual acts.

SYNOPSIS: Rhys and Jasper explore each other’s bodies and boundaries a little.

[NOTE: This chapter has been fully revised! We hope you enjoy the new version.]

Though their meal continued smoothly, the sexual tension in the air distracted both Owner and pet enough that Rhys soon realized that Jasper would give himself over tonight, contract or no. Despite all that had happened that day, the more time that Rhys spent near Jasper, looking at him as Jasper looked back, learning the contours of Jasper's face, the harder it became to stop his base urges from bubbling up. It was obvious to Rhys that Jasper was still keyed up from being teased throughout the day, and Rhys had been thinking about toying with his new pet again since the moment the doctor scanned his cock to create custom toys.

It quickly became clear to Rhys that they were both just getting through their supper as quickly as possible so they could enjoy each other’s company better. The distracting thoughts they were each having were enough to keep their small talk shallow.

Watching eagerly, Rhys waited for Jasper to finish his meal. As soon as Rhys saw the last bite disappear into Jasper’s mouth, he began to instruct his pet. "I think it is time to give you a little treat I have arranged for you." Rhys quickly drank the last of his wine and rose to leave. "Come, pet. Follow me."

Eagerly, hoping the treat was something sexy at this point, after all their talk about exploring each other, Jasper followed his Owner into the parlour where Jasper had first woken up.

Getting more comfortable, Rhys unhooked one side of his lapel, a large triangle of fabric that reached from below and to the left of his sternum up to his right shoulder, and let it hang. Even with just his upper chest exposed Rhys already felt better. He motioned to Jasper, calling him over to where he stood in front of a decorative mirror. "Come here, Jasper. Stand here and close your eyes."

Feeling nervous excitement well up in his stomach, Jasper did as he was asked, looking briefly into the full-length mirror before closing his eyes as he was told. He prepared to be surprised, to be touched, so that he could control his instincts to lash out and protect himself.

Once Jasper was in position, Rhys walked to the side of the room, stopping beside a small end table that held a decorative lamp carved to depict Achilles holding the body of Patroclus. He reached behind the lamp and retrieved a long strip of leather. It was exactly where he told Lemon to hide it that afternoon. Moving behind Jasper, Rhys gently laid the collar against Jasper’s throat, pulling it until it was snug but not tight, and buckling it. The Owner placed a hand on Jasper's shoulder, framing his pet's smaller body with his larger one in the mirror. "Open your eyes, pet."

Jasper opened his eyes. Of course, he had felt the collar go on. He wasn't foolish. He expected what he saw in that mirror. But it was different from the experience of seeing it. His lower lip trembled just for a moment as he looked at the way Rhys's collar caressed his neck, the deep green contrasting against his skin but bringing out his eyes. He looked like a pet.

There was a deep ache in his stomach and he held his arms to himself, trying to manage his reaction without freaking Rhys out. Twin knots of disgust and happiness formed in his throat and stomach.

Jasper’s reaction was stronger than Rhys expected. His pet seemed to be overcome with surprise and excitement. He gently squeezed Jasper’s shoulder. "I am glad you like it. I chose it carefully with you in mind."

Latching onto Rhys's words to ground himself, Jasper turned his body toward his Owner and leaned into his body, pressing his face into Rhys's chest. "Thank you, Rhys."

Rhys smiled and wrapped his arms around Jasper. "Of course, Jasper," he answered softly. They held that embrace for a moment longer, then Rhys gently pulled his pet back enough so he could see their face. Jasper looked tired.

"You have been through quite a lot today," Rhys said soothingly as he caressed Jasper’s cheek. "Now, I want to take care of you." Rhys walked with Jasper, guiding him over to the sofa across the room where they sat together. "I want to treat you tonight. I want to explore your body and earn your trust."

Jasper leaned into the touch a little. It didn't come naturally, exactly, but he was committed to being a good enough pet to Rhys that the Coin had no reason to change his mind. Plus...the man was conventionally attractive. More than that — he was engineered to be ethereally perfect. "That sounds...right. Like the right place to start. Yeah."

Rhys hooked a finger in the collar’s ring and gently pulled his pet closer. "Then let’s begin," Rhys said, his lips almost brushing against Jasper’s. Jasper closed the distance, the heat in his chest moving into his cheeks as he tasted Rhys's lips for the first time. The pet's eyelids fluttered against his cheeks like beating wings.

Pleased that Jasper had willingly crossed the line that Rhys had presented to him, the Coin relished in the moment. He finally had a new pet and things were going well. He was not even concerned about Jasper’s safety, as he had feared he would be.

Rhys shifted his left hand from the collar to the back of Jasper’s head to gently hold him in place, while his other hand slipped around the pet’s waist. He traced the well-defined lines of Jasper’s lower back with his fingers, eventually sliding a few fingers under the waistband teasingly. Jasper's attention stayed on the kissing, his hands steadying himself on Rhys's chest.

Needing to see and feel more of Jasper, Rhys took the hem of his pet’s shirt in both hands. Jasper immediately lifted his arms, so Rhys pulled himself away from their kiss long enough to slide the shirt up and off. Rhys casually tossed the garment to the side, keeping his attention on Jasper.

The thief was staring into Rhys's eyes covetously, like he was working out how to steal the blue from them. There was a soft grin on his lips, a sense of wonder on his face. "I need more, Rhys. Give me more, please."

Rhys couldn’t help but grin at that. "Of course," Rhys said. "Right up until I am done with you." Placing one large hand on Jasper’s chest, he pressed the pet backward onto the couch.

Jasper allowed himself to fall, trying to trust that he would be caught. His hands reached up for Rhys, tangling in his long, silky hair, and Jasper wound his fingers into it gently, without pretense of dominance. "Good. More, Rhys. Please."

Ignoring the playful fingers in his hair, Rhys leaned down and kissed Jasper below the navel. He continued with kiss after kiss, running up and up, ending under Jasper’s jaw. Bringing his lips to Jasper’s ear on the opposite side, Rhys whispered, "You beg with such need, but be patient. More and more will come until I am satisfied." Then he began to kiss Jasper's jawline all over again.

Jasper squirmed delightfully under his mouth, soft little sounds erupting from his lips. "I like it when you kiss my jaw that way, Rhys. You're good at it."

Rhys slid a hand up the side of Jasper’s head into his hair and pulled it just enough to make his head tilt away without hurting the pet’s neck. The pet’s scent was intoxicating up close. He kissed Jasper's neck again, tongue teasing the tender skin.

"Now put those deft fingers to good use. Unbutton my shirt," Rhys ordered before tracing the helix of Jasper’s ear with his tongue.

The tongue on Jasper's ear made him squirm even though he tried to stay still. He reluctantly pulled his hands away from Rhys's soft hair, resolving to play with it some more as soon as he got the chance. Jasper moved to unbutton Rhys's shirt. He didn't really have a sexy way of doing it — the fastenings were unfamiliar compared to what he was used to, and firmly closed. He had to work to open each one. But he did what he was told — seeing it as a gentle order that he could easily follow, no doubt intended to pave the way for further acquiescence in the future.

Rhys re-positioned his body slightly, angling it to give easier access, and simultaneously put his mouth by Jasper’s ear. "Yes, keep exploring my body like that," he answered. With one last, long lick, he wet Jasper’s helix. Then, he steadily and gently blew across the wet skin.

Jasper shivered with delight and smiled broadly. He wasn't exactly sure what he had been expecting, but so far, Rhys felt safe and good. His skin was also unfairly perfect and soft. He ran his fingers over Rhys's chest some more, finding his nipples and pinching them gently by way of experimentation.

Rhys groaned softly into Jasper’s ear. The Coin loved the initiative, and wondered if Jasper might have a nipple play kink. That could be fun.

When Rhys seemed to respond well to the touches to his chest, Jasper let his hand run lower to Rhys's perfectly-formed abdominals and his Adonis belt. Jasper had never been with a Coin before. He didn't stray lower, moving his hands to feel the way that Rhys's muscles carved across his sides. "Fuck, this body..."

Sliding down and off of his pet, Rhys kneeled on the sofa, towering over Jasper. "Remove my jacket, but slowly. Get a good look at your new lover." He smiled knowingly at Jasper. "And if you want to please me, then remember that my inner arms and hands are very sensitive."

Jasper hadn't expected to be allowed to set the pace at all, even if Rhys had said they would be exploring each other. Rhys wanted Jasper to be comfortable with him and trust him.

It made Jasper feel conflicted. On the one hand, he was genuinely having a good time. Rhys was acting kind and gentle, even as his words were firm and dominant. Having agreed to become a pet, it was the best outcome he could have hoped for. On the other hand, his mind kept turning to the life he had before, to Seth and to his friends in New Argent City, to the unfairness of the structures that kept the Coins in the sky above them all.

His mind kept glossing over that fact, a voice from deep inside telling him that he could trust Rhys, that it was all right to give in to feeling good for his Owner, that it was the right thing to do. It was difficult to reconcile the two feelings, but he didn't have time to sort it out. Jasper returned his attention to Rhys, his Owner's face high above his own, looking smug but curious.

Jasper's fingers found the rest of the fasteners and worked them open. The trick of it was, to get it over Rhys's shoulders, he had to press his face in close to Rhys's abdomen and the bottom of his pectorals so that he would have the right amount of reach. That was probably exactly as Rhys had planned. Jasper couldn't help but inhale Rhys's scent a little as he slid the jacket over those well-formed shoulders. He stood back and looked at Rhys, taking in his form. Mindful of what he had been told about Rhys's sensitive spots, he grasped Rhys's wrist and brought his lips to it, kissing the delicate traces of the veins there.

Jasper reacted slowly to Rhys's direction, clearly pensive. It gave Rhys so much pleasure to watch the excited look in Jasper’s eyes. And the clumsiness with which he removed Rhys's clothing was simply adorable. 'Oh, I wonder what is going through your mind now, pet. Whatever it is, once you settle in, we'll be happy.'

Rhys slid a bit closer to Jasper and slipped his free arm out behind Jasper’s head. Rhys slid that hand up the back of his pet’s neck and into his hair, gently rubbing his scalp, and tugging at the curls. Jasper's whole head began to tingle at the touch of Rhys's fingertips.

"That feels good," he said softly in Jasper’s ear. "I like to see how well you can please me." Rhys tightened his grip on Jasper’s curls for a moment and then gently tilted his head back. 'Time for a little encouragement.' He kissed his pet slowly, dragging out every sweet brush of the lips. Each flick of the tongue.

The combination of Rhys's words and the hands on his scalp sent a thrilling spike of pleasure through Jasper's body. Being good felt good. He found himself pliant and unresisting as Rhys turned his face up, and quickly moistened his lips when he realized what Rhys was doing. He moaned a little into Rhys's mouth, his whole body seeming to relax. He let go of Rhys's wrist and gripped his Owner's upper arms instead, just firmly enough to hold himself steady. There was a hint of wine on Rhys's breath, and it sweetened the kiss. With it, Rhys seemed to lay claim to him in one more new way.

With his newly liberated hand, Rhys slid his fingers all the way down Jasper’s chest, stopping just shy of the growing bulge in his crotch. Then, he teased at it. Coaxed it to keep growing.

Jasper gasped and pressed his forehead into his Owner's as Rhys played with his cock, eyelashes dusting down over his cheeks as he paused to look down at what Rhys was doing to him. He kept his grip on Rhys's upper arms, but the sight of his own visibly growing arousal was entrancing. He squirmed, rubbing his ankles together.

Rhys had never experienced someone shudder quite like Jasper did. His own pants tightened instantly. He tilted Jasper’s head again so he could speak gently into his ear. "You have been waiting for this, haven’t you? You must want me to play with it so badly." Rhys adjusted himself, pulling Jasper in closer to his hips, and letting his own erection press softly into him. "I think you should receive extra affection from me, considering your week so far."

"Yes, Rhys," moaned Jasper, Rhys's name coming out in a hot little hiss. He writhed at the sensation of Rhys's warm breath in the sensitive cup of his ear. "Please...please play with my cock. Fuck, I need it."

Rhys's rubbing hand made Jasper's erection pulsate with need, and he felt the familiar sensation of pre-cum shooting through his urethra. It was always like this, when he got aroused. Rhys seemed to like just how much pre Jasper shot. Jasper had never really thought much about it except that it was convenient lube for jerking himself off. But now he saw the fetishistic side of it, how he dampened his clothes, how he spurted everywhere, even during his medical examinations.

Rhys began using his whole hand and fingers to play with Jasper. It always felt so much more intriguing and playful to rub a pet’s cock through tight, stretchy materials, and it was no different this time. By this point, he had brought Jasper's tip very close to the top of his skin-tight shorts. He could feel it twitching beneath, and it felt almost criminal not to let it out. Those thoughts disappeared when he felt the rather large dribble of precum run out onto Jasper's abdomen. Rhys smiled and dipped his fingers in it. "Oh? What’s this?" He brought his hand close to his face to "examine" it. He licked it with the tip of his tongue, then brought the hand to Jasper’s face. "Mmmm, delightful. Why don’t you try? Have you ever tasted a pet like this?"

As Rhys's hand came near, Jasper grasped his large palm with his own smaller hands, bringing the fingers into his mouth and sucking on them, moaning. He pulled off slightly to shake his head. He had tasted his own pre, of course, but never a pet's pre-cum. That's what he was about to become. Fuck, it tasted good. The context changed things. He pulled Rhys's fingers further into his mouth, lapping at them even though all traces of the pre were gone. Not for the first time, he found himself thinking of Rhys's perfect dick.

"What a good boy you are," Rhys said genially, practically cooing. "Cleaning me so thoroughly, and begging for more. I love how horny and wet you are."

Jasper flushed with pleasure and embarrassment at the praise. It was humiliating how it just made him want more — more words of encouragement, more touches, more of Rhys. In New Argent City, especially as someone working outside the law, he could never have shown a soft underbelly like this unless he wanted it torn open. He wasn't used to being so unguarded in his reactions.

The Coin had made Jasper wait for long enough. Long, strong fingers pushed the pet’s waistband down, and then reached underneath. Jasper was already slick with his own pre, and Rhys didn’t hesitate. Using his wide palms, he methodically pumped his fist up and down the shaft. Jasper practically yelled with the pleasure that escaped him when Rhys finally began to stroke his cock.

"If you start to get close, I want you to warn me ahead of time. Understand?"

Jasper began to writhe but was stilled by Rhys's hand on his chest. Rhys wanted to control his pet when he writhed like that. Jasper allowed Rhys to push him back into the couch beside Rhys. He nodded at Rhys's words — the thief was already close, but Jasper thought he could get closer yet before he needed Rhys to pull back. He clenched his fists at his sides, the couch giving him no purchase. "Y-yes, Rhys..."

With Jasper having surrendered himself, Rhys began to move his hand over his pet’s chest. He used just enough pressure so his fingers could clearly be felt through the shirt. Rhys traced the contours of the pectorals, the curve beneath the collar bone, and eventually spread his fingers wide to fit between the ribs, accentuating each deep breath. The controlled breathing told him how seriously Jasper was taking his orders about cumming. His smile grew wider at the thought.

"You’ve been doing so well for me, pet," Rhys almost cooed. "If you take to the rest of your training like this, then you will be ready for polite company in no time."

It was the suggestion that he would be soon well-trained enough, domesticated enough to be ready for polite company that made Jasper shiver and let out another moan. It felt shameful to think of being seen like this out in public, where someone he knew might catch wind of it. But that's what he had signed himself up for. That was what it meant to be a pet. To be at the whim of one's Owner, to do as one was told, whether in public or private, so long as it would not cause lasting harm.

Rhys pulled his hand away from Jasper’s chest for a moment to seek out his wrist instead, guiding it to his back. "Feel me. Know me," he said.

With one hand on Rhys's back, Jasper turned his body toward his new owner and began to feel the ridges of his spine and ribs, the flawless flesh that Coins were known for. With his other hand, he reached for Rhys's lower stomach, intent on finding his cock if Rhys didn't stop him, but exploring the firm muscles and the valleys between them along the way.

"Gods, Rhys," said Jasper. Rhys's body filled his entire awareness. His face, with that teasing smile, his nude torso, strong and impressive, his long blond hair, which Jasper longed to twine around his fingers, his cock, of course, his majestic cock. "O-oh, I'm getting close..."

Rhys loved to watch his lovers when they were barely holding it together like this, and even more so when the pleasure suddenly stopped. Releasing Jasper’s cock suddenly, Rhys could see the desperate movements change and slow. Rhys's sudden stop made Jasper resist a whine. But instead of stilling, the pet seemed to just shift focus completely onto Rhys's bulge.

Fuck, Jasper was hard, and he was close. He had been edging all day, even with the relief from his play with Orion.

With long, thorough licks, Rhys cleaned the pre from his fingers in full view of Jasper. ‘Mmmm, this is far better than I initially realized, and it tasted great then, too.’ When he had finished, he turned his hips more towards Jasper. "Yes, I think it’s time," Rhys said, and then grasped Jasper's hand and turned it palm up, as if to catch something. With his other hand, Rhys reached into his trousers. Taking his hardened cock by the middle, he finally pulled it out and let its full weight fall into Jasper’s outstretched hand with a meaty smack. "Move so that I may sit. I need you to show me what skills my pet is starting with."

When Rhys's erection landed in Jasper's hand with an audible thud, Jasper's eyes widened considerably. Everyone heard the rumours, had taken a puerile moment in their younger days on the HoloNet to look up Coin dicks and see for themselves. Some even played with simulated Coin bodies in virtual reality. But Jasper was unprepared for Rhys's sheer length and girth. He subconsciously licked his lips, then realized what he had done and reddened further. He got even more flustered when he realized that Rhys had given him an order.

Still holding Rhys's cock with his palm upturned, like he was serving fucking hors d'oeuvres, Jasper slid off the couch and knelt between Rhys's legs. He looked up at Rhys, sitting so proud and tall, and felt his dick quiver with desire. Then, he cast his eyes downward, taking in Rhys's dick. There was no way he could swallow this — hopefully that was provided for in "training".

So, Jasper gave the head a tentative lick. Finding the texture pleasingly silky and firm, with just a bit of spongy give, Jasper lowered his head further and gave a long lick up the shaft. It basically required him to move his whole upper back along with it. As he finished the lick, he found himself looking up at Rhys again. Was this what his Owner wanted? He probed the head experimentally with his tongue, attentive to Rhys's reactions.

Rhys took a not-so-subtle pride in watching how impressed Jasper was with his cock. Not to mention the entrancing way he experimented with Rhys cock. As he watched and waited, he saw that the new pet was uncertain what to do. Rhys would need to guide him more. It warmed his heart to know that his pet needed him like this. "I am not telling you to take it all, pet. Just to play." Cupping Jasper’s cheek in one hand, he used the other to lightly slide the length of his cock across the pet’s cheek, ending with the tip on his lips.

Jasper's mouth fell open in shock when Rhys's long erection made contact with his face. It was humiliating to think of himself debased like that, with a dick against his face, but at the same time, the soft, warm appendage felt good. It felt right. He loved the sensation of it in a way that was hard to explain in words. It felt lewd and forbidden, good and right, but also humiliating. Like he was being marked by Rhys's dick.

As he ran his finger up his bulging urethra, Rhys watched as his own precum leaked out onto Jasper’s lips. "Taste me," he encouraged. "I want you to lick me while you use your hands to pump my shaft. I want you to make me moan."

Without a word, Jasper darted his tongue out to lick up the pre-cum from his lips and Rhys's head. It tasted full and creamy alongside the salty tang in a way that he had never experienced. It was so much better than his own, and he loved the flavour of his own pre. This was Coin pre-cum, then.

And then, he did as Rhys told him, taking the shaft in both hands and running his hands up and down the length as he licked at it, lost in his task, fully absorbed, fully focused. It was wonderful.

Every expression that crossed Jasper’s face was priceless. His pet's surprise and bashfulness when Rhys's dick connected with his face was especially delightful. Though, not as much as the lewd bliss Jasper seemed to feel when he tasted his owner. Rhys could almost see the mental and emotional barriers crumbling.

Rhys let Jasper continue to explore and play with his cock. "Good boy," he said softly over Jasper’s little moans. A few seconds passed and Jasper still didn’t seem to have reacted to his words. ‘Odd. He has been so attentive and responsive up until now.’ Looking a little closer, Rhys saw that Jasper’s eyes were glazed. His new pet appeared to be entirely focused on what he was doing. He might have been close to entering a trance.

Smiling, Rhys continued to watch his pet become more and more absorbed in his work. As the seconds ticked by Jasper became more energetic and passionate. Rhys began softly thrusting in response. This focus would surely be useful if they tried out hypnosis. The painful memories of Marin that the thought brought back made Rhys wince, but he forced them back down again. He decided to distract himself.

The lust and eagerness to please that overrode everything for Jasper in that moment was unexpected. Jasper didn't think that he was a terrible lover — he would have described himself as generous — but these feelings had an entirely different quality. Maybe he had been hit on the head as hard as they said.

It was useful, though, because it was pleasing to Rhys, and Jasper had to please him to retain what little freedom he had left. So, even when he recognized what was happening, Jasper didn't try to fight it. Instead, he gave himself over entirely.

Rhys cupped Jasper’s chin to lift his face to Rhys as he leaned forward and kissed his pet. He danced his tongue between Jasper’s sensitive lips. Jasper moaned into the kiss. Shifting in his seat, Rhys slid the fingertips of his other hand down Jasper’s side, teasing more delicious sounds from him. Sounds that Jasper had never thought he would make for a Coin.

Rhys reached further down. His hand slipped under Jasper’s ass. With that one hand, Rhys lifted and tilted Jasper back. The Coin grinned. "I do not think you will need these."

With one hand supporting Jasper’s back, Rhys slid the shorts off his pet’s ass and down his legs. Jasper’s dick popped out, flinging a string of precum across Rhys’s shoulder. The soon-to-be-pet chuckled in his throat. "Whoops. Guess I'm not the only one getting marked tonight."

Rhys gathered some pre from his clothes on a finger. He locked eyes with Jasper and licked it off. Jasper bit his lip. As he adjusted to being manhandled as if he weighed nothing, he reached for his dick and started to stroke it. He oozed precum onto his thighs. "Mmm...you like my pre-cum, don't you, Rhys?"

"Yes!" Rhys said without hesitation. "And I love how much of it you make for me." Rhys’s wide hands brought Jasper’s cock closer to him. Rhys kissed and licked along Jasper’s inner thigh.

Jasper kept working his shaft all the while, leaking his pre-cum into Rhys's hair and onto his cheek now. "Fuck, yeah...those kisses...mmmm, making me leak everywhere..."

"Let go and clean your hands for me," Rhys instructed. "Make room for me."

"Yes, Rhys." Jasper did as he was told, beginning to lick his slick, delicious pre-cum off his palms and fingertips.

The warm orbs of flesh on the shorter man's body were pulled up tight. Fit to burst.

"You poor thing," Rhys said teasingly. "I cannot let these be neglected." Rhys didn’t give Jasper a chance to respond before he leaned all the way in to lovingly lick between and under his balls.

Jasper squirmed and bucked in Rhys's arms. He set his jaw as he tried to stay still, smiling at Rhys and carding his fingers into that long, golden hair, gripping it tightly without pulling. "It's true what they say. Coins are gods-damned devious!"

Without pulling himself away Rhys simply added, "Especially when we want something. Right now, I only want you."

Having enjoyed the sensitive skin on his tongue long enough, Rhys lowered Jasper back down onto his back. He grasped his pet's hips firmly and pinned him to the couch. Rhys lowered his mouth to Jasper’s abdomen. Beautiful. Shining spots of liquid dotted the well-toned abdominal muscles. Each individual ridge was visible and defined. An impressive feat for a non-Coin.

Rhys pressed his lips and tongue into those defined curves. His fine hair hung and dragged across Jasper’s skin. The valleys between his abs still held precum, hidden treasures for a careful eye.

Jasper panted through the kisses, squirming despite Rhys's hands pinning him. His balls were aching for release and Rhys wasn't giving it to him. He tightened his grip in Rhys's long, soft hair. "You just said you wouldn't let my nuts be neglected. Come on. Please make me cum."

"I won’t neglect them," Rhys had responded near-instantly, and with just a bit of edge to his voice. "And I will make you cum... But, first," The larger man looked into Jasper’s eyes and shifted more of his weight onto his hands, still pressed to Jasper's hips, and forced his pet's pelvis deeper into the couch cushion. "I want you to call me ‘Sir’."

That long, golden hair slid through Jasper’s fingers as Rhys raised his head higher still. "You do not have to. Not tonight. You are not yet a pet, and I am not your Owner," Rhys said. "You are under no obligation to do anything that I say. But, if you decide to submit of your own free will, I will grant you release."

Jasper stilled for a moment in Rhys's grasp, his whole body taking in the idea of calling a Coin 'Sir' by giving a full-body shudder of...arousal? His spine locked momentarily and he groaned. Jasper could say no. He understood that this was a line that could not be uncrossed. More, Jasper understood that this was just one in a series of lines, some of which he had already passed over to get to this room. He raised a hand to the collar around his neck. Every line made the next one easier to cross. He was already being conditioned.

But, as he had already reminded himself so many times, the alternative was prison. And Rhys was, so far, as nice a jailor as he could hope for.

"...please make me cum, Sir."

Rhys held back a smirk at this small victory, not wanting to spook his soon-to-be-pet. The Coin shifted to the side. He took hold of Jasper's cock and angled it toward his body, gripping it loosely in one hand. "Here. Fuck yourself with my hand until you cum."

The idea was as humiliating as it was hot. Being forced to choose between not cumming or rutting against Rhys's hand like an animal, Rhys's contribution just being to hold his hand there. Jasper sat up a little to give himself leverage and began to thrust into Rhys's hand.

With all the teasing and the slick, thick fluid of his pre already coating his shaft, Jasper was close before he even began. His breathing came in heavy pants as he gave himself over to his need. His movements were singleminded, focused on orgasm. He felt hot, horny shame flood his body. But he kept rutting.

Not a minute later, Jasper's cock erupted. It sprayed powerfully across his stomach and chest, soaking him in cum. Rhys's hand got some, too, but the rest of the Coin was pristine. Untouchable.

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After they had cleaned up in Rhys's lavish bathroom, with Rhys washing Jasper's front and back tenderly and possessively, they returned to the living room, which was already spotless again except a faint damp patch on the leather that smelled of cleaner. Jasper felt the ridiculous urge to climb into Rhys's lap and cuddle up against him. He waited for further instructions, standing there in his pyjamas and feeling vulnerable but strangely euphoric. He told himself that was probably just the afterglow.

Rhys sat in the same chair he was in when Jasper had first woken up in his apartments. Rhys patted the armrest invitingly. "Remember that we are to have brunch tomorrow with Aristotle Brandywine before your appointment. Then, we will complete your registration in the afternoon. Just think of it. After tomorrow, you will officially be mine."

Jasper acquiesced tiredly to Rhys's unspoken request. He sat himself on the armrest and sort of leaned into Rhys's frame. He felt a thrill of both excitement and ambivalence at Rhys's words. Tomorrow, he would be registered, microchipped and given a pet's blacklight tattoo. Tomorrow, he would be giving a large part of himself up in exchange for safety. But that was tomorrow.

Tonight, Jasper put his worries aside and let pleasant feelings wash over him. Tonight, Jasper found his eyes growing heavy with sleep, the day's events playing themselves out before him as he drifted off. Tonight, he leaned against his future Owner's neck and shoulder, nuzzled up against him, and slept.

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