The city below pulsed with neon lights, but high in the penthouse, nothing reached the cold, sterile silence of Xavier De Luca's world- except the sound of a single chain dragging across marble.
Zane was on his knees.
Naked. Collared. Shaking.
His wrists were cuffed behind his back, a short chain threaded through a steel hook in the floor, keeping him painfully upright. Every movement tugged the plug inside him, a cruel one-long, thick, and buzzing steadily, teasing nerves already frayed from hours of stimulation.
Xavier stood in front of him, calm and perfect in a charcoal-black suit, the sleeves rolled just enough to show strong forearms veined with restrained power. In one hand, he held a slim, brutal cane. In the other, a remote - the key to every sharp jolt or trembling buzz Zane couldn't escape.
"You've been wearing my plug for three hours." Xavier said, circling him like a shark. "And still begging with those slutty eyes.
Zane's voice cracked. "P-Please si..."
"You'll speak when I ask, pet," Xavier snapped, clicking the remote.
The plug inside Nathaniel surged violently- a punishing pulse that made him arch, cry out, then collapse back onto his knees trembling and gasping.
Xavier knelt, grabbed Zane's jaw and forced his teary gaze up. "You look pretty when you cry. Filthy. Desperate. Right where you belong."
The cane tapped against Zane's inner
thigh, then struck.
Once.
Twice.
Ten times.
Each lash burned white-hot, raising welts that made Zane writhe, moan, ache. His cock was hard and untouched, leaking onto the floor. His body was shaking- overstimulated, humiliated, ruined- and yet he still whispered, "More. Please.."
Xavier's lips curled. "You want more?"
He tossed the cane aside. went back to the
velvet box.
He pulled out a new toy: a pair of vibrating clamps, connected by a wire. "Then you'Il earn it."
He attached one clamp to each of
Zane's nipples. The sudden, vicious pinch made the boy yelp- and then the vibrations started, slow at first, teasing until Xavier upped the settings.
Now the plug, the clamps, the collar - all buzzing, all synced, a storm of overstimulation that had Zane biting his lip just to keep from screaming.
Xavier stood behind him, slowly undoing his belt.
"I'm going to wreck you from the inside out" he whispered into Zane's ear. "And when you're sobbing on this floor begging me to stop, I'Il keep going until you forget your own name."
And he did.
He yanked the plug out and replaced it with something bigger, crueler - a double-ended toy that pulsed and stretched until Zane screamed through his teeth. Then Xavier held him still and slid in himself, relentless deep, every thrust timed with a flick of the remote, sending sparks of pain and pleasure through Zane's broken body.
There were no sweet words. No comfort. Just filthy degradation, and the relentless rhythm of power driving the boy to his limit.
"Who owns you?" Xavier demanded hand tightening on Zane's throat as he drove harder.
"You do, sir," Zane gasped, "Only you- your s-slut, your whore-"
Xaviee growled in approval and shoved him flat against the floor, fucking him through the overstimulation until Zane was sobbing, drooling, a shaking mess on the tile.
And when he came-finally, violently, untouched and screaming- Xavier didn't stop.
He kept going.
Because this wasn't about mercy
It was about control.
Laying there for a few minutes, Xavier undid everything and wrapped Zane in a soft blanket, holding him until he came down from the high.
"No matter how much I break you, I promise to put you back together every single time. You are mine, Zane. All mine." Xavier whispered as Zane whimpered and buried himself in Xavier's chest.
"You're safe, baby. I've got you. Rest now." Xavier held him tightly for a while before bringing him to the bathtub for his after care.