Chapter 3

This Is How We Use You

Dag lay in a haze of sweat and spit and stretched nerves. His body pulsed with aftershocks. His hole ached—wet, leaking, ruined. But he didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just breathed in slow, ragged gulps with his head in Liv’s lap, legs still trembling from where they’d been held wide and wrecked.

Nils didn’t coddle. Didn’t soothe.

He stood at the foot of the bed, drying his cock with a towel like it was nothing more than the end of a long shift. He tossed the towel aside and stared down at Dag’s flushed, shaking body.

“Up.”

Dag blinked. “Sir—?”

“On your knees. Face down. Ass up.”

The tone didn’t change. Calm. Flat. Final.

Dag moved.

Every motion hurt—sweet, sharp reminders of what he’d just taken. His knees hit the bed. Arms shaking. Ass high, hole twitching and open, dripping with cum. He didn’t dare clench.

Liv kissed his temple. “Good boy,” she whispered. “He’s just getting started with you.”

Nils came up behind him. Silent. Efficient.

Dag flinched at the sound of the drawer opening. Metal. Leather. Buckles.

“Your hole’s wide enough now,” Nils muttered. “Time to see if your mouth can match it.”

Dag shivered. “Yes, sir.”

A collar snapped around his neck—thick leather, padded, tight but not choking.

Then the leash.

He didn’t hear it click—but he felt it.

A tug. Just enough to remind him he wasn’t in charge of anything anymore.

“Crawl,” Nils said.

Dag obeyed. Off the bed. Onto the floor.

The rug scraped his knees.

Nils sat down in the wide armchair by the dresser. Legs apart. Cock still glistening, half-hard. Not done.

He gave a light tug on the leash.

Dag crawled forward, breath shallow.

“Open.”

Dag opened his mouth. Nils didn’t move. He just waited, eyes locked on his.

And then he spit.

Hot. Wet. Right down Dag’s throat.

“Good.”

He stroked his cock twice. Then pointed it toward Dag’s lips.

“No teeth. No mercy.”

Dag leaned in.

He wrapped his lips around the head, still coated in lube and cum. The taste was obscene. Deep. Raw. He sucked. Shallow at first. Nils didn’t move.

“Deeper.”

Dag took more. Then gagged.

“Again.”

The training began.

It wasn’t porn. It wasn’t fantasy. It was control. Precision. Brutality wrapped in patience.

Nils didn’t fuck his throat—he trained it.

He pushed. Pulled back. Held Dag’s head. Corrected his jaw.

Made him breathe through his nose. Made him keep his tongue flat.

Slapped his cheek once—lightly—when he started to panic.

“You’ll learn,” he muttered. “You begged to serve. This is how we use you.”

Dag drooled around the cock in his mouth, eyes leaking, throat spasming.

He tried to pull back once.

The leash snapped tight.

“Don’t.”

Liv knelt beside them now, watching. One hand in Dag’s hair, stroking, coaxing.

“Relax, baby. Let him in. Let your throat open.”

Dag whimpered—but did.

Bit by bit, inch by inch, he took it.

Nils groaned—just once. A low, satisfied sound.

Then he gripped both sides of Dag’s head. Held him steady.

And pushed all the way in.

Dag choked. Gagged. Eyes wide. Snot and spit running down his face.

“Stay,” Nils growled.

Dag held.

Held.

Held.

Then Nils pulled out slowly—dragging every inch over his tongue, his throat, his lips—before slapping his face lightly again.

“Not bad,” he said.

Dag collapsed forward, forehead to the floor, gasping.

Liv stroked his back. Kissed the top of his head. “You’re doing so good, sweet boy.”

Nils leaned back in the chair. Still hard. Still not done.

“I’m calling Erik tomorrow,” he said casually. “Let him see what you can take.”

“Ooh, you’re in for a real treat,” Liv said, her voice thick with excitement. “Erik. Fuck yes.”

The Crybaby

Dag lay trembling on the floor, cheek pressed to tile, lips swollen, the thick leather collar tight around his neck. The leash dragged beside him like a thread of belonging. His limbs were wrecked, nerves shredded, hole pulsing from earlier use.

Nils hadn’t softened.

He stepped forward, slow and certain, cock still hard, his expression unreadable.

He looked to Liv. Then to the boy.

“Now...” he said, voice flat, “you’ll eat my wife’s pussy. And I’ll fuck you while you’re doing it.”