The room was silent but for the sounds of breath- shallow, shaking, desperate and the sharp click of polished boots across marble floors.
Cade circled slowly, stripped to nothing but black slacks. his muscular chest bathed in warm amber light. His eyes were cold, glinting with cruelty, and every step screamed power.
Jules was bound at the center of the room legs splayed and wrists tied above him with thick leather restraints. Red marks painted his pale skin, a canvas of punishment, each one a reminder of what he was: not a lover, not a partner.
A toy.
A thing.
Cade's thing.
"You begged for this, didn't you?" Cade's voice was low, dangerous. "Said you wanted me to ruin you."
Jules' head lolled back, sweat dripping down his temples. "Y- Yes... sir.."
Cade's fingers gripped his chin. "No. Not sir." He leaned in, lips brushing Jules' ear.
"Master."
The word sent a jolt through Jules' trembling body. "Yes, Master..."
A cruel smirk tugged at Cade's mouth. "Then let's see how far your masochist little body can go."
He didn't ease in.
He shoved in, relentless and deep, using no more than spit and force, splitting Jules open with a brutal pace that had the boy choking on a moan before he could scream. His legs trembled, trying to close, but the restraints held them wide - vulnerable, offered, and helpless.
Cade didn't stop. He never stopped.
Every thrust was bruising. Calculated. Designed not to please- but to hurt. To dominate. To punish.
Jules' body jerked with every slam, head banging back against the padded leather behind him. His cock was hard and untouched, dripping, bouncing with every savage snap of Cade's hips.
He didn't want gentle.
He wanted this.
Pain that made him cry. A rhythm so violent it felt like punishment. A man so cruel it made him feel owned.
And Cade was the only one who understood him, his needs. And gave him exactly what he needed without holding back.
"Take it," Cade snarled, slapping his thigh hard. "You're nothing but a hole for me to use."
Jules gasped. "Yes, Master-"
Cade drove in harder.
Again.
Again.
The pace never slowed. It only got worse And Jules? He shattered.
He screamed, cried, begged for more. His voice cracked, body arched, tears streamed down his face as Cade leaned over him, pinning his wrists harder, grinding in deep like he wanted to leave a mark on Jules' soul.
"You break so pretty," Cade whispered. "Bleed for me."
He pulled out- only to shove back in with a toy. Thick. Ribbed. Merciless.
Jules writhed. The sudden change, the way it stretched him wider than Cade's cock had him sobbing instantly.
"I'm not done with you." Cade slid in beside the toy. "Not until you forget youl name."
It was too much. The stretch. The burn. The pressure. But Jules didn't ask him to stop- he begged for more.
More degradation. More use. More pain.
And Cade gave it.
Two hours.
That's how long he used him. Toy, cock belt, clamps- everything he had. Every time Jules came, Cade made him regret it. Shocked him. Slapped him. Fucked him harder.
And when Jules passed out? Cade revived him with ice, then started again.
"You're not done until I say," he whispered wrapping a leather strap around Jules' throat as he thrust in again, this time slow deep, possessive. "Cry for me."
Jules sobbed.
And it was beautiful.
Because every broken sound was permission for Cade to go further.
To take more.
To own him.
And by the end- when Jules was limp, wrecked, leaking and ruined, throat raw and body trembling - Cade didn't give him aftercare. Not yet.
He kissed his forehead. He held him close.
And whispered, "Next time, I won't stop at breaking your body."
He cupped Jules' face, watching the last flicker of consciousness fade from his eyes as he came down slowly from the high.
"I'lI break your mind, too."