Maxim grinned slightly, leaned in a little closer to him and spoke in a calm but no less firm voice.
“Yes …” he said quietly. “Daddy’s good boy.”
10/

his movements almost automatic. He spreads his legs wider, lifts his hips slightly and presents himself even more openly Maxim let his gaze wander over him, slowly and with relish. “Look at you… such a good boy…”
Liam whimpered as Maxim entered him again. “Daddy’s good boy?” asked the blond one.
9/

searching for another grip or some form of relief, whilst his body responded to every movement. He cupped his swollen, tight balls.

Maxim grabs his cock at the base, pulls it out and spreads the pre-cum over Liam's perineum. "Show me your hole!" he growls. Liam obeys immediately,
8/

Maxim’s voice had grown deeper and more demanding as his movements found a rhythm.

Liam sank further backwards. The cool wood of the table stood in sharp contrast to the heat spreading through him.
Unable to touch himself directly, his hands wandered lower,
7/

“Yes…” His voice almost broke, interrupted by another sound as Maxim began to move. “I need you…”
Inevitably, his gaze fell downwards, to where their bodies met, where Maxim was thrusting into him hard and fast, over and over again. It was impossible to look away.
“So you want me to breed you, hm?”

They both groaned at the same time, for the moment was too intense and too sudden to hold back. “Oh fuck…” Maxim’s voice was hoarse, little more than a breathy growl. “I love this… so tight… good boy.”
Liam dug his fingers lightly into the edge of the table, his body tensing before relaxing again
5/

His hand moved down of its own accord and rested against the cold metal that held him captive.

He remained like that for a moment, then forced himself to breathe more calmly: in deeply, out slowly.
With a single, firm thrust, he entered him, without hesitation or pause.
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completely naked and vulnerable, which made Maxim’s gaze darken.

Then he spat on it, took his cock in his hand and pressed his glistening glans against the opening. “Be a good boy and relax for me…”
A soft whimper escaped Liam, barely more than a breath.
3/10

“Liam…” Maxim growled softly, his voice rough and deep. His fingers dug firmly into the soft flesh of Liam’s thighs, a brief, firm pressure. With a calm, controlled movement, he pushed Liam’s legs further apart until nothing remained hidden. Liam lay exposed before him,-
2/10

Liam knew exactly what he was doing. He remembered all too well how it had been last time – every detail, every sensation. And that was exactly what he needed right now. A distraction from the uncomfortably tight feeling of his cock in the cage.
1/10

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The final part. Next, I’d been thinking of writing an Omegaverse AU

@freezypigeon.bsky.social 🫶

That perhaps there was still a part of Johnny fighting its way back. And Simon waited. Silently.
Almost as still as the man at his feet.

So he gave him space. Instead, he watched him. He paid attention to every tiny change: a twitch of the face, a lingering glance, a moment’s hesitation. Anything that might suggest memories were still slumbering within him.

Simon said nothing about it. He asked only a few questions. It was too soon. He sensed that instinctively. Any misplaced pressure, any hasty confrontation could push the little that was still within reach further away from him.

And yet he couldn’t look away. Eventually, John took the cushion Simon had placed there for him. At first, he’d pushed it aside. Or perhaps he’d knelt beside it. After nearly two weeks, he finally accepted the cushion.

It wasn’t consensual. Not really.
It wasn’t a game, nor an unspoken dynamic. It was… wrong. It was so damn wrong that it almost hurt to look at it.

Under different circumstances, Simon might have seen it differently. He might even have found it attractive, in a dark, complicated way. But this…
This was none of that.

But right where he should have been safe. Every time Simon saw him down there, something inside him tightened. John, kneeling beside his armchair. Silent. Submissive.

Yet deep down, he was convinced that uncomfortable, nagging feeling that it must have something to do with his family. Perhaps even with both their families. That whatever had broken John hadn’t happened out there somewhere.

And Simon didn’t know either. Not really. He could only make guesses. He could piece together fragments that didn’t quite fit. They were hints that were too few to form a clear picture.

It was... hard to bear.

Simon now knew that John could no longer remember his childhood. It was simply… nothing. No home, no faces, no voices. Not even what had happened to his parents. It was as if someone had erased that part of his life.

It was as if, for John, being down there was the most natural thing in the world.

On his knees. Most of the time his back was straight, and he rested his hands loosely on his thighs or folded them in his lap. His gaze was often downcast or fixed on a point in the room that didn’t even exist.

John never sat on the sofa. Never next to him, never at the same height. Instead, he would slowly lower himself to the floor every time, right next to Simon’s armchair. At first, Simon thought it was a coincidence. A one-off. But it happened again. Time and time again.

@freezypigeon.bsky.social Cute boys!!

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Thank youuuuu 🫶

Thank you 🫶

For a moment, Liam said nothing. You could see him swallow, his Adam’s apple rising and falling as tension built in his body.
Then, quietly, almost cautiously, but with an emphasis that said it all:

“Breed me…”
10/10

“You know…” Maxim snorted softly and gave a faint smile. Of course he knew. But that wasn’t the point. “Now, now, don’t be like that…” His fingers held Liam’s chin firmly so he couldn’t look away. “Use your words.”
9/10

“Pretty boy…” His voice was softer now, closer. “Tell me what to do.”
Liam looked at him. And there it was again, that look. A mixture of defiance, impatience and defiance.
8/10

Maxim took a photo, then slowly placed his mobile on the table, right next to Liam. He stepped closer again, reached out with one hand to take hold of Liam’s chin, and gently but firmly forced him to lift his head.
7/10