Wrath's Contractor 6 (Patreon)

Deadlock had a very effeminate face, I idly mused to myself as I used the Force to secure his wrists behind his back with one of the handcuffs that he kept in a belt pouch. His body was slim, more like Quinn than Pierce, his hair long, silky, jet back, and held in a high ponytail. He stared up at me, lust clouding his eyes, an emotion that I stoked in him with a more subtle use of the Force, even as I split my attention and secured one of the Company anklets around his left leg.

That done, I refocused on the man on his knees before me. Deadlock wasn’t Max, not by a long shot, but he would suffice to take the edge off until I’d manipulated Max into this position. I unbuckled my belt, Deadlock all but radiating his lust and excitement through the Force, only for his emotions to shift to shocked surprise when I pushed my pants down, revealing the red, throbbing cock between my legs.

I pretended not to notice, as I pulled my shirt over my head and removed my sports bra. My breasts tingled slightly, as they always did when they were set free after they’d been bound or compacted for several hours. Turning back to Deadlock, I cupped my left breast as my right hand went down and began to stroke my length, rapidly swelling to full mast.

“Are you ready for this, Pet?” I asked, my voice firm and ever so slightly dominating. “Are you ready to please your Mistress?”

He nodded quickly, his eyes dancing between my erect cock and nipples, as if he couldn’t figure out which to focus on. I relished the moment, his mind completely focused on me, as I stepped up to him, placing my cock on his face, tapping it against him multiple times. Pulling my hips back, I placed the head of my shaft against his lips, before pushing into his mouth. My right hand went to his ponytail, taking a firm grip on it as his mouth went to work on my cock. The feel of his soft, warm, wet tongue sliding up and down my shaft was enough to make me shudder, and I smirked.

“Good Pet,” I told him, pushing deeper into his mouth. A choking sound filled the air, as the tip of my cock hit the back of his mouth, making him gag. “Be good, and take Mistress’s cock.”

The gagging sounds continued, but he began to bob his head up and down, doing his best to take more of my length into his mouth. He'd obviously never done this before, but his attempt was somewhat passable. I let him do this for a few minutes, before grabbing hold of the back of his head, shoving my cock into his throat. He choked for a second, his eyes bulging slightly before he recovered, though I could feel his throat muscles twitching, trying to force more of my length into his mouth.

“Take all of my cock, or Mistress will punish you,” I promised him, reaching into his mind with the Force and stoking his lust higher.

A whimper escaped his lips, and he took another half inch of my length into his throat. I felt him swallow roughly, before I pulled my cock from his mouth, leaving it slick with saliva and drool. He gasped, his breath rough and hoarse, trying to refill his lungs with air. I let him, for a minute or two, before I thrust my cock back into his mouth. His eyes bulged again, this time looking like they were about to pop out of their sockets, and a muffled gurgle came from his throat.

“Don't worry, Pet,” I purred to him. “You'll have plenty of chances to take Mistress's cock.”

I smiled, enjoying how my words made his head spin, before I began thrusting back into his mouth, slowly, steadily, building up a rhythm. My hips moved faster, and his eyes began to glaze over, the lust in his mind starting to overtake him. I reached out with the Force, tightening his throat, making him feel the weight of a hand that wasn't there choking him, even as he tried to suppress his gag reflex from my cock pushing past the entrance to his esophagus. He let out a long, low moan, as jolts of pleasure shot through his body.

“Did you just cum, Pet?” I asked, my voice disappointed. “Your Mistress did not give you leave to cum. I suppose I will forgive it this once, as I did not tell you that you are not to cum without Your Mistress’s permission.”

He gave a groan, the sound muffled by my cock in his mouth, and I placed both hands on the back of his head. Meeting his eyes, I warned him, “Your Mistress is going to fuck your mouth now, Pet, and I will not stop until I cum down your throat.”

His eyes widened, and he nodded frantically, his mouth opening even wider. I plunged forward, filling his mouth with my length again, hearing him choke as I forced more of my cock into his throat. I didn't pull back, instead letting him suck me deeper, before I started moving my hips faster. His eyes closed, and I could hear him moaning around my cock. I increased my pace, and soon began fucking his mouth. With each plunge of my hips, I pulled him further onto my cock, forcing more of my length into his throat, until I felt the pressure increase, and I knew I was getting close.

“That’s it, Pet,” I groaned, thrusting with my hips while pulling his head down onto me. “Take my cum, take Your Mistress’s load.”

I felt the first spurt of cum rushing out, and I buried his face into my pelvis, his nose pressed tightly against the base of my cock as I let loose. He swallowed quickly, almost too fast for me to notice, as I grabbed the back of his head and held him still while I unloaded into his mouth. He moaned, his throat working as he tried to keep up, but I could already feel the excess building in his stomach. After a few seconds, I pulled back, and he gasped for air, his eyes wide, his cheeks flushed.

“Did you enjoy that, Pet?” I asked him as I watched his face flush redder and redder. He nodded, and I smirked. Strutting around behind him, I pushed against his shoulders with my foot, pushing his front onto the floor while keeping his hips elevated. “Relax, and let Mistress reward you.”

I used the Force to open his belt and remove his pants, baring his asshole to my eyes. I assumed it likely that he'd never had anything in it, which would make this more fun for me. Reaching down, I traced my finger down his crack, barely grazing his asshole. He shuddered at the sensation, and I smiled. I was sure he hadn't been touched here; it would be so easy to force my way in, but I wanted to make him beg for it.

Spreading his cheeks apart, I gathered up a wad of saliva and spat it onto his asshole, the ring flexing in response. As I expected, the moisture didn't stay on his hole for long, and his pucker shrunk tight shut. It wouldn't take much longer before he was ready for my cock. Reaching out with my hand, I pushed a finger into him slowly, feeling his muscles relax, and then push back, welcoming me inside. He moaned, a soft, pleading sound that only turned me on more. I curled my fingers inward, using them like a plug, pushing deeper into him.

“Oh God, yes,” he moaned, his ass shuddering as he took my finger all the way inside. “Please, Mistress, please fuck my ass... Please!”

With a growl, I withdrew my finger from his ass, and slapped him across the ass.

“Beg, Pet,” I commanded.

His eyes opened wide, his face turning red as he looked back at me pleadingly, “Please, Mistress, fuck me! Fuck my ass! Make me yours!”

I chuckled, pulling my finger out of him and stroking my cock, making sure I was fully hard. I bent over him, holding my cock level with his asshole, and lined myself up. I took a deep breath, preparing to thrust into him. He whimpered, his body tense, but I pushed forward, my cockhead pressing against his tight little ring. He whimpered, his ass stubbornly refusing to open, to the point that my cock felt like it was bending in half. I wasn't about to give up, and I reached down, grabbing his ass in both hands, my thumbs near his hole, and pulled him as open as I could.

“Listen well, Pet,” I all but growled into his ear. “One way or another, your ass is going to take Your Mistress’s cock tonight. Understand? Now relax.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he groaned, but all the same, he followed my order.

His asshole relaxed just enough for the head of my cock to pop inside, and I pushed forward, sinking my length into him. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he moaned. I began to move slowly, dragging out the process, enjoying the pleasurable sensations that filled my body. My balls bounced against his thighs, and I pushed harder, burying myself inside him.

I sighed, savoring the sensations of being buried inside him. I pulled back, just far enough that I could see his expression, and then slammed back inside. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed through the room as I fucked him hard. He moaned and whimpered as I pounded him, my fingers digging into his hips. With each thrust I drove my cock deeper inside him, my cock swelling even further inside his tight hole.

He was panting heavily by now, sweat glistening on his forehead, his chest heaving. His wrists were still handcuffed behind his back, his face and shoulders against the hotel room floor. I let go of his hips with one hand, reaching under him to grab his dick, stroking him roughly. I could feel my own dick throbbing with blood, and I knew I wouldn't last for very long. If things went the way I anticipated, I would cum soon, and I hoped he would too.

“Come, Pet,” I whispered to him. “Cum for Mistress!”

It didn't take him long. Within seconds, he came, shooting thick ropes of come onto the carpet below us, and I felt myself spasm inside him. I gritted my teeth, trying not to scream as my cock shot load after load of hot seed into his ass. After several minutes, I pulled my deflating cock from his ass, watching as the last few drops of cum oozed out of him.

I collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily, and he just lay there, content. I moved off him, standing up and stretching until my back popped in a very pleasing manner. Rolling my neck, it also popped, and I let out a satisfied sigh. One of the things that we’d need to procure with the funds the Company sent us when the first month here was up would be a more independent means of transportation.

“You did well, for your first time,” I told Deadlock, as he stood, rather bowlegged. He’d slipped out of the handcuffs, one hand holding him steady against the wall even as the other was on his ass.

“Thanks,” he said, hobbling over towards the attached bathroom. “I honestly thought that your dick, and that was a surprise, in my ass would hurt. Don’t know how you pulled it off without it hurting, but I sure as hell aren’t complaining.”

I chuckled, but didn’t answer. He’d find out when his binding was finished, but until then, explaining the Company and its perks to him would cause more problems than anything else.

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It took three days for me to finish reviewing the potential trainers that Deadlock had recommended for me, and in the end I settled on a retired Underground Hero who lived in the mountains outside of Kyoto. No one knew what his real name was, and according to some rumors, he was actually a rat with a human quirk, rather than a human with a quirk that made him look like a bipedal rat.

Regardless, everything about him painted a good image for his capabilities as a teacher. Fortunately, he was amenable to meeting with Max and Himiko when I spoke to him over the phone. Which was why we were on our way out of Mustafu to Kyoto, where one of his current students would meet us.

We arrived late in the afternoon, and there was a purple clad individual outside the train station, holding a sign with our names on it. Himiko followed me as I approached him, but I had to drag Max by the arm when he stopped briefly. The young man, younger than both Max and Himiko, introduced himself, his eyes bright and his entire posture full to bursting with curiosity.

“You’re name’s not Japanese,” Himiko noted, tilting her head.

He shrugged, “That’s because my brothers and I weren’t born in Japan. Granted, our names aren’t commonplace anymore, but that’s why.”

“Brothers?” Max asked, his voice moderately curious, but I could sense an intent focus radiating off him.

He chuckled, “Yeah, there’s four of us. You’ll meet them when we arrive at the compound. We’re the only students at the moment, after Usagi left last year.”

“Then let us be off,” I said, gesturing away from the train station.