"Come here," I said, voice softened as I settled back in the chair. I unbuttoned my shirt halfway, exposing my chest. "You need what only Daddy can give you."
Recognition flooded his tear-stained face. His lips parted with unmistakable hunger as he understood the offered reward. He retrieved his moth first, clutching it with his maimed hand.
I guided him onto my lap again, but face-to-face this time, his reddened ass tender against my thighs. His erection pressed hot and insistent against my stomach, punishment having only heightened his arousal. His face pressed against my chest, mouth seeking what had become his particular ritual of submission.
When his lips found my nipple, a sound escaped him—half groan, half plea. His mouth closed, and he began to suck. My nipple, already tender from days of similar attention, responded immediately with a sharp current of pleasure-pain that traveled straight to my groin.
The room filled with wet sounds as he worked his mouth against me. His hips rocked subtly, but I stilled him with a hand. The moth glowed softly in his grip, its light pulsing with his movements. I stroked his hair, savoring the control this strange intimacy granted me.
"There, there, boy. Take your comfort from me. I don’t like punishing you, but this…" I cupped his balls, drawing a sharp breath from him. “This belongs to the work for now. You can’t waste all our hard work for a momentary pleasure. The art will outlive us both. You must give your best to the art.”
His sucking intensified to the point of discomfort, but I didn’t dare interrupt. A little pain now was such a small price to pay for such devotion, such obedience.
My cock hardened as he continued, his need for this connection feeding my own arousal. The intimacy of this act went beyond conventional sexual gratification. It satisfiedsomething darker in both of us—his desperate craving for approval and my desire to be the sole source of another's fulfillment. It was something I hadn't anticipated when designing his transformation.
After several minutes, I pulled his head back by his hair, watching his lips reluctantly release my nipple with a wet sound. His eyes had taken on a particular glazed quality that indicated complete surrender, pupils dilated with desire. My nipple stood wet and reddened from his attention, a pleasant ache remaining.
"Enough," I said, tracing his lower lip with my thumb. "Ready to please Daddy in other ways now?"
He nodded, expression flushed with desire. "Yes, Daddy. Please let me."
"Remove your clothes," I instructed. "All of them."
He complied without hesitation, carefully folding each garment and placing it on the nearby stool. The moth sat atop his folded clothes, watching with luminous eyes. Standing before me completely exposed, he awaited further instruction. The discipline had only heightened his desire to please, evident in his earnest expression and attentive posture.
"Such a good boy," I murmured, my hand moving to the front of my pants. "Even after correction, you seek to please."
His eyes lifted to mine, and he licked his lips. "Can I suck your cock, Daddy?"
"Kneel," I commanded, satisfied when he immediately dropped to his knees before me. The transformation of his language impressed me. From hesitant and shame-filled to confident in his role. The religious framework that had once constrained him now provided vocabulary for a different kind of worship.
"Yes," I replied, guiding his hands to my belt. "Take me out. Show me your dedication remains intact."
His fingers worked deftly at my buckle, removing my belt before unfastening my pants. The uneven rhythm of his hands reminded me he'd already bled for our work. His eyes never left mine as he freed my cock, his approach reverent and ceremonial.
Before taking me into his mouth, he paused, his expression one of genuine hunger. He leaned forward, nuzzling against my hard cock with open desire, pressing his cheek against its length, then dragging his tongue from base to tip in a slow, worshipful lick.
"Fuck, Daddy, I love your cock," he breathed, his hot breath teasing against the sensitive skin.
He continued his adoration, licking broad stripes up my shaft, then swirling his tongue around the head, gathering the pre-cum that had already formed there. He moaned at the taste, his eyes fluttering closed momentarily in genuine pleasure. The psychological satisfaction of his complete surrender proved as arousing as the physical sensation.
I grasped myself with one hand, the other firmly gripping his hair now, controlling his movements. The first slide into his hot, wet mouth sent electricity straight to my core. Two weeks of practice, of learning what pleased me most, had reshaped his touch.
"Look at me while you suck that cock," I instructed, tightening my grip on his hair hard enough to make him gasp. "I want to see those pretty eyes. So fucking beautiful with your lips stretched around me."
His gaze lifted immediately, locking with mine as he took me deeper. The submission in his expression was absolute. No reservations, no shame, only hunger and devotion as he choked himself on my length. My fingers twisted tighter in his hair, making him whimper around my cock.
"That's it, gorgeous boy," I praised as he hollowed his cheeks, creating intense suction. "Taking Daddy's cock so perfectly. Your mouth was fucking made for this, wasn't it? Made to be filled."
His moan vibrated around my shaft as he pushed himself further, driven by praise and desire to please. Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes from the effort, but he never attempted to pull back. The discomfort meant nothing compared to my approval.
I allowed my control to slip, hips thrusting forward hard, forcing myself deeper into his throat. He gagged slightly but adjusted immediately, relaxing his throat to accommodate the intrusion. His hands remained on his thighs, resisting the natural instinct to push back. His discipline impressed me deeply.
I noted with satisfaction that his cock was leaking pre-cum onto the floor while I fucked his mouth.
"Tomorrow the exhibition opens," I said, continuing to thrust. "This piece you've been working on completes the collection perfectly."
He moaned around my cock.
