Chase Becomes Chaste Ch. 03

"Fuck... Fine. Fine. Whatever." He turned towards the kitchen, but didn't move. "I, uh. Oh... I, uh, still have to follow you..." he sheepishly reminded me.

I hoped I had the energy to remove that earlier command, or this was going to be an interesting night. I focused hard until I finally felt like I was in his mind.

Blood trickled down from my nose. I pushed Chase out of the way and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me.

I hurried to wipe the blood away, tilted my head back to stop the bleeding. This one was a doozy. I must have held my head back for 15 minutes before the blood finally stopped.

My head pounded. I dug through Chase's medicine cabinet and took the first painkiller I found.

I splashed some cold water on my face and then met my own eyes in the mirror, wondering what I might have gotten myself into. This was the first time I consciously realized what a dangerous situation this could be.

As long as I could issue mental commands, I was safe. But that was a limited ability and I was going to be living with Chase 24/7 from now on.

I envisioned myself as a matador and Chase as the bull. I was safe if I was quick. I could taunt him all I wanted and get the audience to cheer at my brave feats. But one wrong move and that bull would gore me to death.

If Chase realized my control over him was not unlimited, he might seriously hurt me. He might really kill me. I knew that my long-term control over his cock cage guaranteed me some security even if I couldn't issue new commands, but I was really putting Chase through the ringer. I'd taken away all his prized possessions and I'd humiliated him more in the last 24 hours than he'd ever been humiliated in the last 24 collective years of his life. He might not be thinking rationally. He might lash out, forgetting that only I could give control of his cock back to him. He might rage at me like a bull, consequences be damned.

But there hadn't yet been a knock at the door. I was safe for now. I hoped that Chase hadn't seen the nosebleed or at very least did not know what it meant.

I cautiously headed back out. I didn't spot Chase at first. Actually, the last place I looked was right where I had in fact told him to go.

I stepped into the kitchen and caught the sight of him from behind. I took in the sight of a young man's smooth skin, his rippling shoulder muscles, his firm thighs, his perky buttocks. He was facing the oven, preparing some food on the stovetop. My eyes rested briefly on the waistband: CHASE. Yes, this is what I liked to think of when I thought of Chase: servitude, a fit physique, and an inviting, naked ass.

He started dishing out the food, caught sight of me. My reverie was broken as he turned to me and glared menacingly. Though his features were undeniably handsome, they seemed always to be contorted into hateful expressions when he laid eyes on me. I much preferred the look of him from behind.

"There. I did what you said," he informed me in a resentful tone. "Eggs. Scrambled eggs. I know how to make those."

No comment about the nosebleed. No questions about my dash the bathroom. Perhaps he suspected nothing, after all.

"I'll have mine at the table. You eat in here."

He cocked his head. "What?! Why can't I eat at my own table?"

"It's my table, Chase. The help doesn't get to sit there. The help eats in the kitchen." I pushed past him, picking up one of the plates. "You're lucky I'm not making you eat it from a bowl on the floor like a dog."

That shut him up. I took my dinner to the table and looked out over the city. This view was even nicer at night.

The eggs were vile. Maybe Chase had intentionally made them this bad to spite me tonight. Otherwise, he was going to have to spend a lot more time in the kitchen learning how to cook.

I ate most of the meal, but eventually gave up. It tasted awful.

I took my plate back out to the kitchen after looking out over the city for a while longer. I'd have to explain to Chase soon that a good servant collects the plates from the table. But I was willing to let it slide for tonight.

"Wash this."

He eyed the plate disdainfully for a moment, but gave in to my request. He turned to the sink and ran the water to wash up the dishes. I enjoyed this view, too, resting my eyes on Chase's exposed bum once more.

"What was with the nosebleed?" He asked casually, not looking up from the dishes.

My blood ran cold. Shit. He'd noticed.

I kept composure and replied nonchalantly: "It must be the altitude. I've never lived so high up before."

"Oh, yeah. Huh." He scrubbed at the pan. "So, it doesn't have anything to do with your powers?"

Chase was losing at this game if he thought he was being subtle. I replied with a firm and decisive "No."

He didn't pry anymore. He knew something was up, but I still had the upper hand since he didn't know just yet what the limits of my powers were. Plus, I still "had him by the balls."

"All right. I'm done with the dishes." He turned back to me, adding a sarcastic: "Anything else I can do for you, 'your majesty'?"

I was feeling weak. Though it was still early in the evening, I could feel my bed calling for me.

"Just one more thing today, Chase. Come on."

We headed back out to the main room. You could see out over the entire city until I turned on all the lights. Then the entire city could see in.

I rummaged through one of the bags from The Market de Sade.

"Brace yourself against the window, Chase. Face out towards the city. Palms up on the glass, legs apart."

"Are you serious?"

"No, Chase. I just thought it would be funny to give you a direct instruction I didn't really mean." I continued rummaging through the bag. "Of course I'm fucking serious. Why do you keep asking that? Go brace yourself against the window before I make this worse for you."

It was a vague threat, but an effective one nevertheless. Chase did as he was told. We both knew that, with the lights on like this, anyone looking in from a neighbouring building or looking up from the street below would be able to see him.

But they wouldn't just be seeing Chase's humiliating outfit this time. I found what I needed and came up behind Chase.

"Chase, I want you to stay still until I'm done. Can you do that for me?"

"Uh... sure. Yeah. But, uh, what are you doing?"

I stepped in closer, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him tight. My cock was straining hard against my pants as I rubbed it firmly against Chase's bare ass. Only a thin layer of fabric separated my throbbing cock from the hole it so desperately wanted to plunder.

"Be patient, my friend," I thought to myself. "You'll get in there soon enough." I would violate Chase's virgin hole when the time was right. But I had a longterm plan in mind here.

I suspected Chase was planning for the longterm, too. Why else would he have let me do this to him? Maybe now he was just biding his time until he figured out the limits of my powers and found a way to engineer his escape.

But his escape was not a foregone conclusion. I still believed I could control Chase, even if my telepathy had its limitations.

I leaned in to nibble and lick at Chase's ear. I could see in the window's reflection that he was vainly attempting to suppress a look of disgust. But if I could see that, he could also see himself being treated like a plaything by another man. I ran my hands over his fit, naked torso and grinded harder against his bare ass.

"Chase..." I spoke softly into his ear. "You've learned a lot of the rules for your new life today. You learned that you can never wear anything more than the jock that keeps your silly little penis out of my sights. You learned that any time you go out in public from now on, I'll be walking you like a dog." I paused and tweaked his nipples. This elicited a strong flinch, but not enough for him to get away from my grip. "And now I have another rule to tell you."

I backed off and bent down so that my face was level with his ass. I parted his cheeks and got a look at the virgin hole I'd been lusting after. I couldn't resist going in for a taste.

"Wha— woah!" Chase violently squirmed away from me. "Dude, what fuck was that?"

"Sorry, Chase. Couldn't resist tasting your tight little pussy. It just looked so inviting. You know what that's like, right?" He sneered at me. "Or, on second thought, maybe you don't. I can't imagine you ever went down on the women you were with. You're lucky you're with a gentleman like me now."

"Don't... Don't go down on my ass." He held back from full out rage. Long-term planning.

"That wasn't my plan tonight, anyway. I was going to tell you another rule." I picked up a small, black, rubber butt plug. "For the rest of your life, you're going to sleep with something buried in your ass. Now, I'm being nice to you tonight. You get to start off easy with this little guy. But I hope that, when you're ready, you'll choose to sleep with my cock buried between your ass cheeks instead."

Chase's face now displayed an open revulsion.

"It can be very nice, going to sleep that way, with me spooning you and 'forking' you at the same time," I laughed at my own joke.

"I'm not taking ANYTHING up my ass, you fucking faggot! I'm NOT a goddamn queer!"

"You don't have a choice, Chase. It's a rule. I make the rules. You follow the rules. That's how this works."

"There's no goddamn way I'm sleeping with that thing inside me."

"I don't particularly care if you sleep. But while I'm slumbering peacefully tonight, your asshole has to be plugged. That's just the way it's gotta be."

"Fuck this. I'm not taking any of your queer toys up my ass, all right?" Chase turned away, headed towards the bedroom. "I don't care if you stay here. Hell, seems like I really can't get rid of you. But this is MY home and I'm going to sleep in MY bed!"

I risked it. It worked on the first try, too. It was a pleasant surprise, my voice booming into Chase's mind: "COME. BACK. HERE. AND. TAKE. IT."

The look on his face was priceless. He was caught totally off-guard as his legs turned him around and marched him right back over to me. His certainty about escaping his fate was once again shaken. I surprised even myself with the ability to issue that final command for the day.

To add insult to his injury, after he reached his destination, he watched in horror as his body betrayed him. He bent over in front of me and spread his cheeks.

"Hmm, I'd prefer it you were up against the window again."

His body went into action. He pressed right against the window, reaching back to part his cheeks in front of my face again.

"Perfect. I don't think they'll be able to see from down on the street, but I bet some of the people in the buildings over there will be able to make out your expression as your hole gets stretched for the first time."

I grabbed a larger butt plug. "You should have taken the first one while you could, Chase. As punishment, I'm starting you off with one you're really going to feel."

I lubed up my fingers and pushed two at a time right into his virgin hole.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" He screamed out.

His body maintained the same position, despite his hooting and hollering.

"Oh, Chase. Damn. Your hole is so tight! Wow." I continued to finger him roughly, adding in a third digit. "You're lucky I'm a gentleman, Chase. Any lesser man would just shove his cock right up in here if felt how tight your pussy was."

I slapped his ass cheeks with my free hand. "In fact, come to think of it, isn't that exactly what you did with the tight pussies you felt?" I rammed my three fingers in harder. "Isn't that what you did with Juanita?"

Of course, Chase didn't answer my questions. He was preoccupied with his cries of pain and pleas for mercy. But I knew he heard me.

"Anyway, Chase. You're lucky I'm not the kind of man that you used to be." I picked up the butt plug and started to slowly insert it. "At least this way you'll be able to really enjoy getting fucked when I finally shove my dick inside you." The butt plug was almost all the way in. "I'm doing you a favour here. Prepping you for what's in store."

The butt plug went all the way in and I was surprised that Chase's yelps of pain gave way to a contented sigh as it did. Not quite a moan, but definitely more than I expected.

I felt lightheaded then. I'd done what I'd needed to do.

Chase had also done what he'd had to do. His body relaxed. His hands reached down and felt at the flat end of the butt plug still sticking out of his ass.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll leave it in." Another vague threat, but I'd made my point tonight. That stopped him for the time being.

"This thing fucking hurts!"

"You'll get used to it."

The world was full-on spinning around me now. My head was throbbing. I got up, a little shaky on my feet.

"Good night, Chase." I tried my best to act like nothing was wrong. I don't know how well I accomplished this. I was singly focused on getting to the bedroom and couldn't pay attention to each minor movement I made.

Upon reaching my bedroom, I still had enough wherewithal about me to lock the door behind me. And then I crashed down into the bed, fully exhausted.

I looked forward to a night of peaceful slumber. Much more peaceful than Chase's would be, I was sure of that. Although I'd pushed myself beyond my limits, I still had Chase under my control. I did everything I set out to do to him today. I put him in his place and I would continue to keep him there.

I was still an agent of justice and I would not be stopped before justice was done. And doing justice meant using Chase like my own personal fuck toy.

I sighed contentedly at that and drifted off to sleep.

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Author's note: Thank you again to everyone who read the last two chapters and gave their input — either through comments, ratings, or emails. I don't know yet when I'll have time to write chapter 4, so please be patient. Hopefully it will be written and posted before the end of the month!