[Hello! Apologies for this short chapter. I have an idea about how this'll go, but I'm still unsure about some details. So instead of making you wait for an update, I'll just post it now. If you have any ideas, feel free to share them! Hope you still enjoy though.]
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"I'll go grab us lunch."
Kyle looked down, seeing pools of sweat on the comforter. When he looked up, that's when he felt the smooth strap on his nape.
He then became consciously aware of the leather collar still locked around his neck.
"W-wait, what about the collar?"
Kyle quickly rummaged for his boxers and ran down the stairs. He found Clark on the kitchen island, opening two boxes of Chinese takeout.
"Clark!"
The older man just looked at him, as if there wasn't anything odd about his stepson wearing nothing but boxers and a black leather collar. He resumed what he was doing by grabbing two spoons.
Kyle was losing his wits over this.
"The collar!"
"I thought you liked it." Clark said nonchalantly, which made Kyle's cheeks flush. He did like it, but in his post-nut clarity, it had to be removed and tucked away back to his stepdad's drawer.
"I'm not fucking kidding!" he screamed. This made Clark pause. He walked towards Kyle and grabbed the collar, pulling his stepson close.
His stepdad's voice lost warmth, and in comes a certain growl as he spoke.
"Listen Kyle, I don't appreciate the language you keep on using. Now if you want that collar off, behave and be a good boy. Understand?"
Kyle was taken aback by his stepdad's sudden dominance, but his cock betrayed him, springing into action. He stammered as he said. "I understand... sir."
Clark's features softened after hearing his stepson agreeing. "Very well. Come to the table so we can have lunch."
He meekly followed and sat down next to Clark. They both ate lunch in silence, after which Kyle decided to lock himself in his room. If this collar isn't getting removed soon, then it'd be better if absolutely nobody sees him in it.
The silent treatment lasted for another day.
The collar was a bother for Kyle, a constant reminder of how his stepdad owned him yesterday.
He initially deciding grabbing a pair of scissors and cutting through the leather, but stopped when he thought about what happened during lunch, and how terrifying Clark could be when he's mad.
Kyle ultimately ended up tugging the lock, but the constant pulling made his cock hard.
His erections were constant the entire day, and his balls start feeling full again. Kyle was frustrated, but is now unsure if it's still because of the collar.
Around dinner time, he asked, "Clark, was I a good boy?"
His stepdad didn't even look at him as he spoke. "I don't know bud. I barely even saw you since yesterday."
Kyle's shoulders dropped. There was no way the collar's getting off now.
He retreated back to his room after dinner and laid down on his bed. This collar was fucking bothering him! If only he didn't wear it, if only he didn't play around using Clark's toys...
Then what?
Kyle paused. He thought about how his stepdad pleasured him as if he owned him. It was probably the best sex he had, if it was even considered one.
He didn't notice that his hands started roaming, caressing his own body. Kyle closed his eyes and continued feeling himself.
The young lad moaned when his fingers grazed his perky nipples. Grabbing both of them, he pinched and twisted them the same way while he was getting fingered by his stepdad.
Fuck it, he thought. He removed all his clothes and sprawled onto his bed naked. He grabbed his dick, slowly jerking it. He groaned in pleasure.
Kyle gently massaged his hanging balls, noting how hairy they are. He made a mental note that Clark mentioned he probably should shave his body hair.
Kyle kept his eyes closed as he tried to recreate how his stepdad touched his body - Clark's callused palms circling his chest, jacking him off, fingering his ass.
"Oh fuck." He moaned loudly.
He started jacking off, eager for release. Kyle also spread his legs and started rubbing his own butthole. He was losing his mind in the pleasure he's feeling. He was close.
"Fuck! Make me cum, daddy!" he squealed as he shot his load to his stomach.
When Kyle opened his eyes, he noticed how he looked like - sprawled legs, his left hand almost fingering his own ass, while the right was tightly gripping his dick.
He wanted to finish this just how it ended yesterday, so Kyle scooped his own semen using his palm and licked it clean.
Kyle could almost hear his stepdad's approval. He is a good boy.
And he will prove how good of a boy he is.
Kyle slept early that night, and woke up just before five in the morning.
With a vigor to prove Clark that he's a good boy, the nineteen-year old marched to the bathroom and carefully shaved his body hair, including his armpits, his pubes and balls. Shaving his ass was a bit of a challenge, but he's managed to do so. He shaved off his leg hair too, for good measure.
Kyle stood in front of the mirror naked, proud of what he accomplished.
