Chapter 5: The Collar and the Chain
The soreness was a deep, thrumming melody in Cade’s bones. He woke not in the master bedroom, but in his own smaller cot, the sheets stiff with dried spend. Morning light cut sharp lines across the floor. His body felt used, hollowed out and then stuffed too full. A happy little sigh escaped him as he stretched, wincing at the pleasant pull in his ass.
The smell of sizzling fat and woodsmoke pulled him upright. Breakfast. His stomach, empty of everything but their leftovers, gave a sharp, acidic growl. Not for bacon or eggs. For them.
He found them in the dining hall. The scene was deceptively normal: Brook at the head of the table, gnawing a haunch of venison, Val buttering a slab of black bread, Lan and Drei arguing softly over the last of the roasted potatoes. They were all, as per Kael’s law, shirtless and bare below the waist, their cocks soft and heavy against the wooden benches. Boots kicked carelessly under the table.
Kael stood by the great stone fireplace, something heavy and dark in his hands.
“There’s our dump,” Brook said around a mouthful of meat, grinning. “Sleep well?”
Cade nodded, shuffling forward. His eyes were fixed on the thing in Kael’s grasp. It was a collar, thick bands of black leather bridged by a heavy plate of polished silver. A large, solid ring was set into the front. It gleamed in the firelight.
“Come here, boy,” Kael said, his voice filling the high ceiling.
Cade obeyed, stopping before his grandfather. The heat from the fire licked his bare skin. Kael turned the collar over in his massive hands. “This marks what you are. Property. Our receptacle. You see this ring?” He tapped it with a thick finger. It made a dull, final sound. “That’s for leashing. For tethering. So you’re always where we need you.”
He didn’t ask. He simply reached out and fastened the leather around Cade’s neck. The buckles cinched with a series of crisp, definitive clicks. The weight was immediate, a satisfying anchor. The cold silver plate rested against his collarbone.
“Feel it,” Kael commanded.
Cade raised a hand, touching the cool metal, tracing the ring. A giggle bubbled up, sheer, unadulterated pleasure. “Mine,” he whispered.
“Damn right it’s yours,” Drei chuckled from the table. “Now get over here. I’m still hard from dreaming about that sloppy little hole of yours.”
The routine was as natural as breathing. Cade went to him, dropping to his knees between Drei’s spread legs. Drei’s cock, already thickening, slapped against Cade’s cheek. He didn’t wait for instruction. He opened his mouth and took the head in, swirling his tongue around the slit, tasting the sharp, clean pre-cum.
“Fuck, yeah,” Drei groaned, his hand coming down to cup the back of Cade’s head. “Suck it. Get it nice and wet for your other end.”
Across the table, Lan stood up. He walked around, his own dick swinging, fully erect. He positioned himself behind Cade. The boy, knowing the drill, arched his back, presenting his ass, never letting Drei’s cock slip from his mouth.
Lan spat into his palm, slicking himself. He guided his broad head to Cade’s entrance, still loose from the night before but always tight. He pushed.
The invasion was a sharp, familiar burn. Cade moaned around Drei’s flesh, the vibration making Drei curse. Lan seated himself to the hilt in one smooth, powerful stroke, his hips meeting Cade’s backside with a soft smack of skin.
“Look at that,” Val said, sipping his ale. “Already stuffed. The collar suits him.”
Lan began to move, setting a deep, rhythmic pace that rocked Cade forward onto Drei’s cock. Drei started face-fucking him in turn, each thrust from Lan pushing Cade’s throat further onto Drei’s length. Cade gagged, tears springing to his eyes, his nose pressed into Drei’s coarse pubic hair. The sounds were obscenely wet, choked, and muffled.
Brook watched, chewing slowly, a possessive glint in his eye. He wiped grease from his hands and stood, his own monster of a cock springing to life. He walked over, stroking himself.
“My turn in that ass,” Brook announced. “Lan, switch.”
Lan pulled out with a wet pop, his cock gleaming. Cade gasped for air, drool stringing from his lips to Drei’s shaft. Brook didn’t give him time to recover. He shoved Lan aside and took his place. He pressed the colossal head against Cade’s well-stretched hole. Even after Lan, it was a stretch. Brook leaned his weight forward.
It was a brutal, breathtaking reclamation. Brook sheathed himself in one relentless, splitting thrust. Cade screamed, the sound torn and raw, as he was impaled deeper than he’d been all morning. His body convulsed, his own tiny cock jerking, spitting a weak thread of cum onto the floor.
“Takes every fucking inch, doesn’t he?” Brook grunted, already pounding. His balls swung, slapping against Cade’s, each impact jarring. He fucked with the casual, overwhelming power of a landslide, destroying any remaining tightness.
Val got up then. He moved to Cade’s front, where Drei was still fucking his mouth. “My turn up here,” he said, tapping Drei’s shoulder. Drei pulled out with a grin.
Val guided his thick, 15-inch cock to Cade’s swollen lips. “Open wide, dump.” Cade did, and Val fed himself in, fucking his throat with slow, possessive strokes, staring into Cade’s watery, blissed-out eyes.
Cade was a nexus of their pleasure, spit-roasted between father and son, the collar heavy on his neck. Brook’s thrusts grew jagged, frenzied. “Gonna flood you,” he rasped. “Gonna mark this hole as mine all over again.”
He slammed in and held, his body rigid. Cade felt the hot, violent surge deep inside him, another torrent from Brook’s hyperspermic load. It filled him, overspilling immediately, a hot rush down his thighs.
As Brook pulled out, panting, Lan was there. He pushed Brook aside and immediately buried himself in the freshly seeded, dripping channel. “Love it when he’s all creamy inside,” Lan moaned, setting a frantic pace, chasing his own release.
It went on like that. A relay of ownership. Drei took Cade’s mouth again after Val came down his throat. Then Val fucked his ass after Lan unloaded inside him. Each transition was seamless, practiced. Cade lost count of the loads, the tastes, the sensations. His world narrowed to the slam of hips, the gush of cum, the heavy weight on his neck, and his own delirious, giggling sobs.
Finally, Kael moved from the fireplace. The others stepped back, spent. Cade collapsed forward onto his hands and knees, a broken doll. Cum leaked from his mouth and ass in continuous, slow streams. His stomach was painfully distended, a round, tight bulge. The collar felt like the only thing holding him together.
Kael picked up a length of chain from the hearth. He clipped one end to the ring on Cade’s collar. He walked to a heavy iron ring bolted into the stone floor, right under the center of the massive table. He clipped the other end there.
The chain was short, giving Cade only enough slack to kneel or lie on his side.
“There,” Kael said, dusting his hands. “The family pet is in his proper place.” He returned to his seat, picking up a turkey leg. “Eat up. The day’s not over.”
The family resumed their meal, the conversation drifting to hunting, to repairs on the north fence. The sounds of cutlery on plates, of chewing, of casual talk filled the hall.
Under the table, in the dim space between the wooden benches, Cade knelt in the pool of his own and their making. He licked his lips, tasting Val, tasting Drei. He shifted, feeling the warm drip from his hole. He reached down, touching his swollen belly, giggling softly to himself.
He wrapped a hand around the cold links of the chain. He gave it a gentle, testing pull. It held fast. A smile spread across his sticky face.
He was home.