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Something had been bugging Tommy. Max didn't bring it up - mostly because things that bugged Tommy usually annoyed the fuck out of Max when he started explaining. Juvenile shit. Max had his own shit to worry about without hearing Tommy talk his ear off about his little undergrad friends and their bullshit problems.
Honestly, if Tommy didn't fuck so good, Max probably wouldn't have bothered stringing him along this much. He was sweet and a little dumb - or, not dumb, because he did say shit sometimes that Max couldn't even wrap his brain around, but too trusting. He also sucked cock like he was born to be on his knees, and Max couldn't say no to that, not when all he had to do was supply alcohol to their little dorm parties and occasionally give Tommy some cuddle time when he was feeling needy.
Which was now, apparently, because Tommy didn't do anything else but toe off his shoes and drop his bag before crawling on the couch with Max, molding himself up against Max's side. "Can I talk to you?"
Shit. When Tommy wanted to talk, it usually turned into a tedious rehash of his annoying tendency to want to plan for the future, especially where Max was concerned. Max had a little bet running with himself, trying to figure out how many times he could rebuff Tommy's nebulous "when I graduate" plans before Tommy figured out Max was going to drop him like a hot rock when he graduated. A college kid who lived in a dorm and ate on a meal plan was one thing. Tommy on his own, newly graduated with no job? Max would have to support that, and that wasn't what Max was about.
Still, he wanted to keep Tommy on the string for a little while longer, so he switched the TV off. "What's up?"
Tommy squirmed. Max hated it when he did this more than when he did most other things. He'd say he wanted to talk, and then it took an hour to pry what he wanted to say out from his mouth. "I just... remember what I said last week, about how I've been feeling tired all the time?"
Vaguely. "Sure, baby. I told you if you wanted you didn't have to come over every night." It was true, he had - because Tommy was great to have around to fuck, but he got exhausting in large doses.
"Yeah but." Tommy shrugged, turning his face into Max's neck, and grinned into his skin. "I want to be here with you."
Max could have groaned. Instead, he looped his arm around Tommy's shoulders and skimmed his fingertips gently over Tommy's arm. "I appreciate that. But you've got to get enough sleep, and I don't mind."
"Well, maybe I won't have to, and we can do both." Tommy sat up, shifting around to face him on the couch. He was nervous - his big brown eyes kept darting away from Max's face to settle in Tommy's lap. "I went to the doctor. You know I didn't come over on Thursday last week? I was having a sleep study."
"A sleep study." Max had no idea where this was going and was trying to figure out whether he should even care. "What did they say?"
"Something about sleep phases, and how I'm not reaching the right one, or at least not staying there long enough - anyway, they gave me a prescription. For um, sleeping pills."
Sleeping pills, holy shit. Now Max was paying attention, and it was his turn to try and seem more casual than he really was. "You think it'll help?"
"The doctor said they should." Tommy shifted again, sucking his lip into his mouth to bite down on it, and if the thoughts starting to stir at the back of Max's mind hadn't been dirty before, they were now. "Thing is, I have to take it kind of early. Like, nine. Or else I might not wake up in time to go to class - these things are supposed to have me dead to the world for like ten hours."
Oh, hell, there went Max's heart rate. He casually turned on the couch, propping one leg up against the back cushions in a move that would hopefully hide the semi he was sporting. "That's kind of early." He put a little doubt in his voice, frowning. "I mean, you usually roll in around seven. That's barely enough time to eat, and then we wouldn't have time for-"
"-Sex. Yeah." Tommy was turning pink, in that really cute way he did where it crawled across his face from his cheeks to the bridge of his nose. "Not while I was awake, anyway."
Oh, hell. He couldn't have just said what Max thought he said - couldn't have just handed that over on a silver platter. He- "Come again?"
"I mean." Tommy licked his lips. "I mean, if I'm going to be asleep, and the doctor says these pills are really going to knock me out, you could just... I mean, you could... do what you wanted."
Max took it back. Sometimes things that bugged Tommy didn't turn out to be the worst thing in the world, because fucking damn, that was a blank check. He wasn't stupid enough to take full advantage of it right away, but there was a whole list of things he could do with 'do what you wanted' that Tommy had probably never even imagined. He let himself smile real slow, waiting until Tommy's nervous eyes darted back up to his. "That's kind of hot," he said, and understatement of the fucking century because Max could flip Tommy over and fuck him stupid right now, that's how hard he was.
"Yeah?" Tommy asked, sounding a little hoarse.
"Yeah. I mean, you already like it when I get pushy with you in bed. You don't think it'd be hot to be completely under my control?" Max leaned into Tommy's space, putting his hand on the couch for balance right between Tommy's thighs. "You wouldn't be able to say anything once you were out. You wouldn't be able to tell me to stop or say you didn't want to."
Tommy was breathing harder. He leaned in, trying to nose at Max's face to get him to turn his head to kiss, but Max pulled back, making him chase it. Tommy whined - Max did this to him, now and again. Made him say what he wanted out loud, because it made Tommy squirm.
"C'mon." Tommy practically huffed. He got desperate so fast. Max was going to love being able to take his time, play Tommy's body like he'd wanted to since he first pinned him up against the bar in that club. "Max. Kiss me?"
Max kissed him with his mouth already open, biting at Tommy's lips and, when he opened his mouth in turn, his tongue. Tommy clutched at him, hands sliding under Max's shirt, clawing at him - Max flinched. Tommy had sharp nails, and goddamn, he was going to have such a good time tonight he didn't even care for once.
"Don't you have shit to do?" Max pulled back from Tommy's clutching, panting grasp and flashed the grin that made Tommy weak in the knees. "Go do your college shit, we'll eat, you'll take your medicine. Then I'll get to do what I want with you."
Tommy sounded like he could barely suck air into his lungs. "What are you going to do?" He was staring at Max with breathless eagerness.
Max's grin got wider. "Mm. No, I'll just surprise you, I think. Maybe one time I'll film it, and you can see."
That made Tommy's mouth fall open on a shocked little noise. "God."
"Yeah? You like that?" Max took a breath, then another, and pressed the heel of his hand against his cock. He had to calm the fuck down. "Tommy, shit, you'd better do your thing or I'll wear us both out before we get to the good part."
"I'm not even going to be awake, I won't-"
"You won't know if I get you off, or if I just fuck you without caring whether you get hard. Kind of the point here."
"Jesus." Tommy's eyes were huge.
"You still okay with that?" Max leaned back, settling back on his side of the couch and picking the remote up again.
Tommy wiggled and squirmed on the other side of the couch, rubbing at the front of his jeans for a minute before he snatched his hand away like he hadn't realized what he was doing. His whole face was pink, from the backs of his ears down to the tip of his nose.
"Yeah," he finally said. Tommy was looking at the couch, not at Max. Ashamed of how much he wanted it, probably.
It wasn't Max's job to coddle him through whatever personal freakout he was having over his kinks. "Make sure you eat something first. I don't think you're supposed to take that kind of thing on an empty stomach."
Max started the show he'd been watching again, and Tommy got up to wander into the kitchen. He bumped into the door frame on the way and let out a soft little swear, looked back over his shoulder at Max like he was waiting for Max to say something else. Max pretended like he hadn't noticed, and eventually Tommy vanished into the kitchen.
It didn't take very long after that for Tommy to come back out of the kitchen and lean over the back of the couch to kiss him. "I'm, uh. Going to bed."
"I'll be there in a bit," Max said, grinning up at him and leaning up to give him another peck on the lips. Tommy returned the grin, a little shaky, but Max figured it was nerves.
He gave it another hour, just to be safe, but it was a lot harder to concentrate on following a storyline, even a simple one, when he knew what was waiting for him in the bedroom. It was also kind of hard to concentrate when he kept getting hard in his pants thinking about it.
The bedroom was dark when Max finally opened the door. Tommy was curled up under the blankets, the top of his head and one limp hand visible at the top edge of the comforter. Max pulled his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants as he crossed the room to the bathroom, looking for the prescription bottle Tommy must have left there.
He found it on the counter, a little orange bottle with a safety top. The label said lorazepam 3mg orally once per day in the evening before sleep. Take as instructed. Do not drive or operate machinery. On the back, the label listed a whole host of possible side effects, like over-sedation, drowsiness, and a strong warning not to mix with alcohol.
Tonight would be like a test run. Max needed to see how deeply sedated the medication would make Tommy, and how much he'd remember the next morning. He had plans beyond that, but this first night would be key.
Max kicked off his boxers as he went back into the bedroom and finally walked over to the bed. Tommy hadn't moved at all since Max came in, but that was expected - normal lights and sounds wouldn't wake him in this condition. Max just needed to see what else wouldn't wake him.
He pulled the blankets away first, a short, soft laugh escaping him when he saw that Tommy was naked, not even wearing the soft T-shirt and boxers he usually wore to bed. Slut, Max thought fondly, and crawled onto the bed beside him.
The difference in temperature didn't seem to register. Tommy didn't twitch as Max pulled the last of the blankets away and shoved them down to the end of the bed. Max touched his face first, gentle and cautious, trailing his fingers over Tommy's cheek and lips. He peeled one eyelid open and held it there for a couple seconds, watching the erratic twitch of Tommy's eye, the iris rolled back and the white underside visible. His pupils were dilated and didn't react to the change in light. Max's pulse sped up. He let Tommy's eyelid fall closed and reached down to squeeze hard at the base of his own cock. He had plans, and he wasn't going to let over-eagerness ruin them.
He closed his hand around Tommy's wrist and moved the arm that was tucked up under his chin, shifting and pulling at Tommy's body until Max had him rolled over onto his back. His arms lay splayed wide where Max dropped them, his legs spread, his lips parted on soft, regular breaths. Max took a long moment to just look at him and touch, running his hands over the smooth, pale skin of Tommy's chest, the undersides of his arms, his inner thighs. Tommy's breathing didn't even change. He was completely unaware, under farther than Max had even expected.
Max slipped one finger behind Tommy's bottom teeth and pulled, opening his mouth. He ran the pad of his finger around Tommy's teeth and over his tongue, then added another, shoving far enough back to hit the soft place where his tongue met the back of his throat.
Tommy gagged, his throat constricting at the touch of Max's fingers. His mouth closed, catching Max with his teeth, and Max hissed. He wasn't biting down that hard, and he hadn't moved otherwise - an unconscious gesture, then, not anything that was going to wake him up. Max pried Tommy's mouth open and pulled his fingers out, pinching viciously at one of Tommy's nipples in retaliation. He watched, fascinated, as the muscles in Tommy's chest jumped from the pain, but the rest of him made no move to protect the tender spot. Max twisted the other nipple just to watch it happen again, greedily taking in the contrast between the flinch of his pectoral and the slack expression on Tommy's face.
The biting reflex could get annoying, but the complete lack of pain response was intoxicating. And Max could fix the biting with an open-mouth gag, something that would let him fuck Tommy's throat while he was helpless to do anything but take it.
Max raked his fingernails over the tender skin of Tommy's stomach, watching the pink lines slowly appear in their wake while Tommy lay still and unaware. His cock was soft and small between his legs, resting against his thigh. Max covered it with his palm, rubbing a little, idly wondering if Tommy could get hard with the drugs in his system. Max watched Tommy's face as he pulled his hand back and slapped, the smack sounding loud in the silent air of the bedroom. There was no change - Tommy's face was still blank with sleep, eyes closed. Max did it again, harder this time, unable to stop himself from watching Tommy's limp little dick bounce when he hit it. Max rubbed the heel of his hand over it, pinched the head between his thumb and forefinger and rolled his nail over the slit. Still no reaction besides the twitching muscles of his thighs.
God. Max slapped him again, harder than he'd intended to, feeling the sting of the blow in his own palm. Tommy's dick was pink from the abuse but hadn't gotten hard, flopping against his stomach with every blow. Max's mouth was watering, so he leaned down and sucked at the soft, unresponsive flesh. Tommy's whole cock fit easily in his mouth like this, resting on his tongue. He scraped his teeth over the shaft and bit lightly at the tender head, staring up the length of Tommy's body and moaning around the soft mouthful when he just continued to sleep peacefully. He'd wake up sore in the morning and he wouldn't know why. He'd probably think Max jacked him off, made him come while he was asleep.
Max groaned again and let the limp cock slip from his mouth. He sucked at Tommy's balls, playing with the shaft, rubbing gently instead of cruelly now, but no amount of tongue or fingers made Tommy get hard. His dick twitched against Max's fingers like it was trying, but the medication kept him soft and vulnerable.
Maybe he'd get a cock cage. If this deep of a sleep was only because Tommy's body was unused to the medication, it would be a shame to give up how small and pretty Tommy's dick was like this. A cage would keep him limp and tucked away while Max did what he wanted. He could even leave it on for Tommy to find when he woke. Max's dick jerked at the thought, Tommy blinking sleep out of his eyes and looking down in confusion, finding his cock locked away and unable to get hard, having to wait for Max to decide to let him out before he could come.
He pushed Tommy's legs farther apart by shoving at the undersides of his thighs, bending his knees until they splayed open far enough to give Max a good view of Tommy's pink hole. Max made him shave regularly, liked him smooth and wouldn't fuck him if he had stubble. Tommy gave in easily whenever Max made sex conditional on what he wanted.
Max was tempted to shove his fingers back into Tommy's mouth, to rub all over his tongue until Tommy was drooling, but he still had little imprints of Tommy's teeth. Instead he stuck them in his own mouth, getting two thoroughly wet before he pressed the tips against Tommy's asshole and shoved.
There was no resistance. Tommy was so relaxed in sleep he took both fingers all the way to the base without a twitch. Max groaned aloud, twisting his fingers, withdrawing until he could catch the rim and pull. Max would bet he could fist Tommy while he was under and Tommy wouldn't wake up for it. He could stretch Tommy's ass open until it gaped, until any come he'd filled Tommy up with leaked right out of him.
He would have plenty of chances to do that, some other time when it didn't feel like his cock was going to fall off with how hard he was. Tommy always complained when Max didn't use enough lube or spend enough time opening him up, but this time Tommy just laid there, his ass opening up nice and easy around Max's fingers with only spit to ease the way.
It made Max wonder whether he'd stay tight if he was fucked too regularly, or if he'd have to start wearing plugs because he was so stretched out and ruined. The thought made Max groan out loud, grinding against the sheets. He was going to find out exactly what Tommy could take and then he was going to push it even farther. Tommy wouldn't be able to tell him no, not when he was like this. Max was going to wreck him, and by the end of it Tommy would be so fucked up he'd stay, he'd let Max do anything he wanted.
Max had to take a long, deep breath and remind himself he had to start slow. If Tommy woke up too sore, he'd get prissy about it, and might not come back to Max's place while he was still taking the pills. He leaned over Tommy's still, motionless form to grab the nearly empty tube of lube from the bedside table. Getting his cock wet with it was torture, and Max only gave himself a couple strokes to spread it around before he pushed into Tommy's ass.
He wasn't as tight as he was when he was awake. His hole took Max's cock in like it was greedy for it, the rim stretching easily. Max stated at Tommy's face in fascination as he pushed his cock in with one long, slow thrust. Tommy's mouth was open again, saliva slipping out of the corner to pool on the pillow. Max pulled back and fucked into him again, with enough force to jostle Tommy on the bed. A huff of breath left him, like Max was fucking the air right out of him, but otherwise he didn't move.
"Fuck." Max grabbed Tommy's thighs and pulled him down to meet the next thrust. It felt too good to try and draw it out, but next time Max was going to switch between fucking and fingering Tommy for hours, until his ass was loose and wet with lube, good for nothing but taking cock. He would need that for what Max had in mind for the future. Plans were starting to form as Max's thrusts got harder, Tommy's ass hot and snug around his cock, slippery with lube but not nearly as wet as Tommy usually had him get before a fuck.
Max let go of Tommy's thighs and grabbed his jaw, opening his mouth until Max could see his pink tongue and the soft insides of his cheeks. The gag would make him perfect, open and ready to get fucked on either end all night. Max had eight hours before the pills wore off. Maybe later tonight he'd jerk off all over Tommy's face, make him wake up with come sticking his eyelashes together and the taste of cock in his mouth.
His balls pulled up tight and he groaned as he ground in deep and came hard, his eyes fixed on Tommy's open mouth. Tommy would wake up with come dripping out of his ass and still only be able to guess at what Max had done to him. That made Max's cock twitch and spurt another tiny bit of come in Tommy's insides, and Max leaned down over Tommy's body to pant for breath as he went soft. He kissed Tommy's slack, open mouth and bit at his lower lip, breath puffing over Tommy's face. He pulled out slow and easy, pushing Tommy's thighs up again so he could see come dripping out of his wet hole. Max gathered up the escaping fluid and shoved it back into Tommy's ass, then gave Tommy's cock another couple slaps for good measure, just to watch it flop against his stomach and turn pink again.
He rolled Tommy back over onto his side and arranged him in an approximation of his position before Max had fucked him, then pulled the blankets back up over them both. Tommy slept through it all, still blissfully unaware of the success of Max's test run and the filthy plans running through his mind as he drifted off with his hand cupping Tommy's ass possessively.
Max was awake the next morning when Tommy finally came out of his drug-induced sleep, his eyes opening slowly, a bleary look of soft confusion on his face. Max watched that expression morph into surprise as he shifted around, his hand going between his legs almost immediately.
"You," he gasped, bright pink. "Oh my god, Max."
"You said I could do whatever." Max leaned in and kissed him, slow and dirty, because he didn't know how else to keep the smirk off his face.
"I know, I just." Tommy squirmed, plainly feeling the come sliding out of his hole. "Wow."
"You still good?" Not that it really mattered if he wasn't, but the important thing was that Tommy thought it mattered.
Tommy didn't answer him right away. He tossed the blankets off and rolled onto his stomach so he could reach the crack of his ass better, fingers slipping through the sticky evidence of what Max had done to him while he was drugged to the gills. Max waited, trying to keep a lid on his impatience. Maybe he shouldn't have stayed in bed while Tommy woke up. Then Tommy could have had his little freakout and Max wouldn't have to coax him through it.
It turned out he didn't need to worry. "Jesus this is so hot." Tommy rolled back over to face him, his eyes flicking from Max's face down to the blankets like he couldn't quite face up to how much he wanted this. "I'm- yeah, I'm good, I'm fantastic. Will you record it next time so I can see?"
Max wondered if it was possible to die from too many boners, and pinned Tommy to the mattress, rubbing his cock on Tommy's stomach. "You want to see what you look like, or do you want to see what I do to you?"
Tommy gasped, like he hadn't thought of the fact that fucking him might not have been all that Max did. "Both?" He pushed his cock against Max's, and for a second Max was put off to feel it hard. He would have to get that cock cage. The idea of only letting Tommy get hard when Max wanted him to was looking more and more appealing.
"We'll see. Why don't you jerk off and tell me what you think I did?"
"Oh, fuck." Tommy's grabbed his dick immediately, hand moving quickly up and down the length. "You- you fucked me."
"Easy one," Max said, clicking his tongue. "Obviously I fucked you, there's come in your ass. What else?"
He watched Tommy's eyes travel down his own body, searching for any sign to interpret. "Did you make me suck you?"
"Hard to do that when you're too drugged up to suck."
Tommy groaned, his hand moving faster. "Did I get hard?"
"No," Max said, leaning in with a wide, wicked smirk. "But I played with your cock anyway. It's cute when it's all soft and small."
That hit something. Max could tell by the look in Tommy's eyes, how they went wide and nearly hurt but hot with lust at the same time. He could especially tell by the way Tommy curled up, tucked his face in the crook of Max's neck, and came in stripes over his chest.
"Max. Max holy shit."
"That was hot, baby." Max kissed at Tommy's neck until Tommy turned his head and they kissed. Tommy was panting against his mouth, wrung out and winded like he always was after an orgasm.
"You're hard." Tommy's limbs made a couple abortive jerks toward trying to coordinate motion. "I could get you off."
"Don't you have class soon? I'll be fine. I got mine last night, remember - and I'll get to do it again tonight. If I want." Max shrugged like he couldn't really give a shit about fucking Tommy or not, and watched Tommy's face fall out of the corner of his eye.
"Come on," Tommy said, his voice taking on a begging edge. "Let me suck you off. I'll swallow."
You will if I want you to, Max thought. An image of Tommy's face striped with come, more come than just one load, flashed through Max's head.
"You're going to be late," Max said, rolling off of Tommy and swinging his legs out of bed. He moved too quick for Tommy to grab him and reel him back in, grabbed his bathrobe, and slouched out into kitchen. A couple minutes later, he heard the shower running.
Max let Tommy down easy that evening when he tried to climb in Max's lap and dry hump him until Max stopped watching TV. That night, he put Tommy on his stomach, spreading his legs open as wide as he could force them. He would need a spreader bar, to keep Tommy in place for however long Max wanted his legs spread. He added that to his mental shopping list along with the gag, the cock cage, and a few different sizes of butt plugs. As he fucked Tommy like this, face down in the mattress, completely dead to the world and drooling open-mouthed onto the pillowcase, Max thought he might also want some rope, just in case.
He left bruises the next night - hickeys on the back of Tommy's neck and shoulders, finger-shaped marks around his hips and wrists. That evening, he caught Tommy staring at them, pressing his fingers against the marks on his throat and staring at Max with a desperate hunger in his eyes.
The open-mouth gag was a genius decision. With Tommy's mouth pried wide open by the wicked looking metal prongs between his teeth, Max could fuck right down his throat. It was messy - Tommy drooled everywhere, gagging occasionally when Max thrust, soaking the pillow - but it was worth it to shove his cock in until his balls sat against Tommy's chin and shoot down his throat. The next night, he pulled out and came on Tommy's face. Tommy was so turned on the next morning he pleaded for Max to touch him, face still covered in dried come, his cock so hard it leaked. Max jerked him off one-handed, barely paying attention to how he writhed and whimpered, and made Tommy lick his hand clean when he was done.
The cock cage came in the mail two days later. It was stainless steel and fitted perfectly over Tommy's soft cock. Max strapped it in place that night, staring at how the cage held Tommy's cock, how it would pinch if he tried to get hard, how the little padlock holding it together meant Tommy would have to beg him to take it off.
Max spent hours that night playing with Tommy's hole, pushing first three, then four fingers deep inside him and pressing them against Tommy's prostate. He fitted his thumb underneath Tommy's balls and rubbed it from the outside, too, watching in rapt fascination as the limp dick locked away in its cage dripped clear fluid. The next morning, Tommy gasped when he saw what was between his legs, staring desperately at Max.
"Are you going to take it off?" he asked, quiet. He'd learned over the past week that being a whiny brat about what he wanted got him nowhere.
"I kind of like it," Max said, reaching down to cup the cage with his palm. "You can only get hard if I let you, now."
From the way Tommy's hips jerked against his hand, he wanted to get hard. He was always horny in the morning after getting fucked during the night, even the times Max wouldn't tell him what he'd done. But Tommy didn't ask to be let out of the cage and Max didn't offer, and that night when Tommy took his pill, he still had it on.
It was as good a time as any to start making recordings. Max made sure to get Tommy's caged cock in the frame when he fucked him that night, on his back with one leg tossed over Max's shoulder. The video was silent except for the sloppy sounds of lube in Tommy's ass and the slap of skin on skin. Tommy's body opened up for Max like it always did now, a smooth, easy slide that looked amazing on camera. Max pulled out to catch the money shot, coming on the cock cage and on Tommy's fucked-out ass, and then panned slowly up Tommy's naked body to his face, still fast asleep.
It took Tommy three days to figure out Max had locked him out of his laptop. "What's the new password?"
"Sorry, babe. We've got a new consultant doing audits on all the computers that have any kind of company data on them. If they ever figure out I let you use it, I could get in deep shit." Max didn't take his eyes off the TV as he spoke. Tommy was curled up on the couch next to him, his head resting on Max's shoulders.
"Oh." Tommy set the laptop aside. "That sucks. Guess I'll just use my phone."
Max had filmed Tommy a handful of times in those past three days. The videos ranged from Max fucking him to fingering him to taking the cock cage off and playing with his limp dick. He was in the middle of editing, and didn't need Tommy wondering why he was doing anything else but filming them. He was almost done re-cutting the first video to take out the times he'd swept the camera over Tommy's face - not for the version that would go public, he wanted Tommy's face in that one. The recording Tommy would see, though, would just be those long minutes of Max's dick in his ass.
He let Tommy's cock out of its cage before he cued up the edited version of the first video on the TV. Tommy watched with his hand shoved down the front of his jeans, pleading written all over his face, groaning Max's name as he stroked himself. "I need you," he whined, bucking his hips. "I want to get you off. I know you play with me all the time but I- I want to see you come, please, Max."
In the video, Max panted harshly into the camera's speaker and pulled out. Tommy made a wrecked sound when he saw Max painting his limp cock with come and stiffened, coming in his pants.
"You saw me," Max said, smirking at him. "Ready for the cage to go back on?"
"Max please," Tommy whispered. He slid down off the couch onto his knees, crawling between Max's legs. His eyes were wide and wild-looking. He set his hands on Max's thighs, but stayed sitting back on his heels, so tense he was practically shaking and waiting for Max to give him permission.
Max ignored him for a couple minutes just to watch him squirm and chew on his lips out of the corner of his eye. Then he slouched down and spread his knees wider, unbuttoning his jeans until he could pull his cock out. "Go on."
It was a little pathetic and really fucking hot at the same time, how Tommy just dove for his cock at that, cramming as much as he could fit into his mouth on the first go. His fingers clutched at Max's thighs through his jeans, and he sucked at a nearly frantic pace. Max dropped one hand to Tommy's head, grabbing a generous handful of hair and holding on while Tommy drooled and gagged around his cock. With the other hand, he grabbed the remote and turned up the volume, watching the show instead of watching the mouth on his dick. He got plenty of chances to watch himself slide down Tommy's throat. This was throwing the kid a bone, so he'd keep coming back and Max could keep making good on his plans.
Splitting his attention as he was, it took him a long time to get off. Tommy was making desperate little noises by the end, his face red, his chin wet with spit. Max bet his jaw was sore and his throat hurt, from how hard he'd been trying to deepthroat Max's cock down to the base. He was trying so hard to get Max's attention. It was almost cute, in a slutty, pathetic kind of way.
Max tightened his grip on Tommy's hair and rolled his hips up, fucking Tommy's mouth for a handful of vicious thrusts that shoved him all the way inside and made Tommy gag so hard he retched. Max held him down through it, coming down Tommy's throat with a long, satisfied sigh. He pulled Tommy off his cock by the hair and looked down at him, taking in how fucked out he looked.
"Your face is a mess. Probably want to go shower before you go to bed."
Tommy was limp in Max's hold. Max was sure the grip on his hair hurt, but he was leaning into it with his eyes closed, panting for breath. Max wondered if he'd gotten hard again while he was sucking cock.
"Thank you," Tommy croaked. He smiled, a little shaky and a lot desperate, leaning up against the hand in his hair, craning his neck. Max sighed and leaned down, giving him a quick peck on the lips. Tommy shuddered all over, like Max had done a lot more than just kiss him.
"Go get yourself cleaned up. I'll come to bed after a while."
Max watched Tommy stagger off toward the bathroom. Denying him sex - or any kind of intimate touch - while Tommy was awake had made him fragile and dependent on Max's good word. The times Max did touch him, Tommy acted like angels had descended from on high and answered all his prayers. At this rate, Max could probably talk him into anything.
Good thing, too, because with the growing library of videos of Tommy getting fucked in his sleep ready to go live to the internet at large, Max was sure he would get more than a few depraved fucks wanting to get their dick wet. The ones that were willing to pay for it might even get to fulfill their little fantasies.
A couple hours later, the apartment was quiet. Max picked up the camera, whistling cheerfully as he walked back into the bedroom, shedding his clothes as he went. The website he'd tossed together was almost ready. It just needed a few final touches, and tonight seemed like a good night to record himself fucking Tommy's mouth with the gag in.
He was going to make a killing on this sweet little ass.