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Satoru is so cute today.
When Suguru woke up, Satoru had already been awake. Suguru has the whole day to himself without anyone bothering him, and he's pleased to know his favourite pet is as excited as he is.
He's still curled up at the foot of Suguru's bed but Suguru knows he's awake because he's shifting about, trying to get comfortable. Maybe it would have helped if Suguru had stuffed him full of toys last night, like he almost always does before the two of them go to bed, but he hasn't and so Satoru has had to suffer through hours of sexual frustration with nothing to help.
A few months ago, a night of relief would have been all Satoru wanted. Now, Suguru has trained him so thoroughly that being empty and unmolested is one of the worst torments he can undergo.
Still, he knows better than to try and pleasure himself.
Suguru has had this day planned for weeks, ever since he'd pencilled it into the diary. The twins and Manami and Larue are up north, in conversation with the Ainu sorcerers, and Miguel and Negi he sent to deal with something in Fukuoka. No-one else would dare disturb him directly and so they're really alone.
"Aw, are you restless pet?" Suguru asks with faux concern. Satoru's bright eyes turn to him and he nods, obediently quiet until Suguru says he can speak. "That's ok. Why don't we get dressed? Then we can have some fun."
Satoru nods, eyes widening happily as he sits up on his knees. There is slick already drooling from his pussy and his tits bounce as he moves, the nipples hard and erect, and that's excellent.
"Time to get dressed," Suguru says, which is one of his favourite parts of the day. First, Satoru dresses him - today, Suguru opts for sweatpants and a hoodie, seeing no need to dress up when it's just the two of them - and then he turns his attention to Satoru.
Oh Satoru. His most obedient pet, his most beautiful toy. Suguru loves to dress him, to show off his most enticing assets or to hide them with a teasing bit of fabric. A short skirt is one of his favourites because they often flap up as Satoru walks or bends over, and suddenly his whole pussy is on display.
It's so lewd.
He's not got a skirt for him today. Today, he's dressing him in lingerie, baby blue lacy knickers that attach by garters to stockings that sit just above the knee. They don't do very much to cover him - at least, not the bits that Suguru always likes to have available for him to touch - just a few strings that rub against the sensitive skin and highlight his always engorged clit.
He has a collar too, thick and heavy on his neck. It has loops all the way around so that no matter what Satoru is doing, Suguru can grab him and choke him with only a finger.
No bra though: today, his tits are the most important parts, and so Suguru very patiently laces him into a matching blue corset, with little open parts to reveal Satoru's soft skin. Admittedly, Suguru didn't choose the thing for comfort. It forces Satoru's back ruler straight and makes him a little short of breath, but most importantly, it presents his tits front and centre.
Satoru's breasts are probably Suguru's proudest achievement. He'd had such small ones before, practically a flat chest from years of hormone therapy, but Suguru had always thought Satoru would look better with a bit of meat on his chest and so he'd found a few curses that would help him out.
He was right. Satoru does look better like this, like a little slut with his tits always pressing against his clothes. It's a decision Suguru cannot find himself regretting.
Now they sit atop the corset, specially designed to show of the best tits in the world. Suguru can't resist reaching out and tweaking a nipple, watching Satoru whimper and resist the urge to push into Suguru's wandering fingers.
Today is all about celebrating them, Suguru's greatest decision after defecting from Jujutsu society to kill every monkey that walks this earth. Today, Suguru is going to pierce Satoru everywhere he's most sensitive and then - after he's made him heal the injuries just enough - he's going to fuck him through it.
"Come here Satoru," Suguru says and gestures for him to kneel at his feet. It's a position that Satoru is only too familiar with and he settles there without complaint, staring up Suguru with those large, baleful blue eyes.
He settles then in the large chair by his desk. It doesn't really need to be so big, except that this way it can comfortably fit two people which Suguru very much needs. On his desk, he has the box he's been preparing for this day for weeks, all the needles and tools and the little gemmed hoops he's going to thread through the new piercings when they're done.
"You're so pretty, you know," Suguru murmurs, reaching out to stroke along the soft skin of Satoru's cheekbone. "I just want to make you prettier, decorate you like the prize that you are. Come: sit on my lap Satoru."
Satoru does. Suguru pulls his sweats down just enough to release his cock and Satoru sits on it with a practised eases, rolling his hips a little to stimulate the both of them.
"Nuh uh, none of that," Suguru says, swatting Satoru's ass good-naturedly. He's in too good of a mood to truly be scolding though, just reminds him that he only needs to warm Suguru's cock for him.
He's so loose these days that he doesn't need any preparation before he's fucked. Suguru has widened him with everything under the sun - once, notably, making him shove three sizeable dildos into his hole until he was sobbing so hard he almost choked.
He'd managed it though, with a little bit of encouragement from Suguru. It had been erotic to watch his pussy drool as he'd bullied too much into his small opening, especially as he'd begged Suguru to let him stop while being the one to push them in himself. Suguru still wanks off to the memory, on the odd occasion he has been absent from his favourite pet of an evening.
That whore pussy had gaped so wide after that, the muscles fluttering around nothing. It had been fun to see how long after that Satoru could last without something to occupy any of his holes, until eventually he'd broken and begged for Suguru's cock with the urgency of a starving man asking for a bite of bread.
Now, he's sitting nice and still and obedient, as Suguru taught him, nestled on Suguru's cock. His insides have probably long since moulded to its shape and Satoru always seems a little more docile when sat on it.
"Now sit still," Suguru says, reaching up to feel Satoru's earlobe. He thinks he'll do three piercings in each ear - two on the lobe and one helix - and then he'll move down.
Satoru is very well-behaved the whole time. He sits still as Suguru threads the needle into his ear, places the hoop in the newly made wound and heals it obediently when Suguru tells him to. Soon he's sitting there with three silver hoops in each ear, plain for now.
"Nose next," Suguru says, pinching Satoru's septum between his fingers. Now he's started, he can feel excitement thrumming through him; when they're done, when his plan comes to full fruition, it's going to be so good.
After the nose, Suguru gets Satoru to stick out his tongue. He puts a stud there, which is mostly for his own enjoyment; he can just imagined the little extra sensation when Satoru gives him a blowjob and it makes his dick twitch inside of it's sheath just thinking about it.
Then, it's onto the nipples.
He tries so hard to stay still but it's sweet to hear the little whimpers that pour from his mouth as Suguru takes his time with the needle, with threading the hoop through and then how he plays with the newly sensitive piercing after Satoru has healed it. It takes the better part of an hour to get through just these two, because he can't stop getting distracted by the little noises he can coax out of his pet.
"Good boy," Suguru says, pressing a featherlight kiss to one of Satoru's nipples and feeling him shiver at the touch.
He moves next to his belly button. One of the holes in the lattice of the corset is just over Satoru's belly button, which presses inward.
Suguru has always been a little fond of Satoru's belly button, of the evidence that Satoru was born mortal and human, and he threads the needle through the skin reverently, hooking another silver ring through.
To get the right angle, Satoru has to contort himself, leaning back against Suguru's desk on his elbows while still spread open on his dick, but for the last piercing, it won't work while he's stuffed with a cock.
Unfortunately.
There is, however, a certain pleasure in lifting Satoru from his lap and placing him on the desk, manhandling him until his legs are open wide and Suguru has a good view of everything.
This is the bit - he will admit - that he's thought about the most. A little bit of scrolling on the internet and he came up with a plan that will both add an extra avenue of overstimulation for Satoru as well as provide a little bit of visual interest.
He starts with the outer labia piercings, a stack of three rings on both sides, and while it's not Satoru's most sensitive area, he still whimpers his way through every piercing until he's shaking slightly, undoubtedly trying not to come before he's given permission. What a good boy Suguru has trained.
There is one last piercing Suguru has planned, and he's left it for last. It's also the most difficult but Suguru is sure that if he fucks it up, Satoru will fix it for him with a little bit of RCT.
The vertical hood piercing goes smoothly though, until the little ball settles against Satoru's clit and Suguru is finishes. Satoru is making little noises, his head thrown back and his own fingers in his mouth to keep himself quiet as Suguru tells him to heal.
"There," Suguru says, slapping Satoru's raw pussy, just to test it out, and Satoru squeals, "all done. Now why don't we finish getting dressed now?"
Satoru cocks his head, confused, and Suguru just smiles blithely, standing and going over to the cupboard where he keeps all of Satoru's things. There isn't much in there that hasn't been used for some perverse purpose, and that which hasn't only lives there because Suguru hasn't had the chance to try it out yet.
"Come here Satoru."
Satoru comes, though his legs shake and bend like that of a new-born foals, and his stocking-ed feet almost slip out from under him a few times, but he manages to make it even though he's now a little glassy-eyed.
Suguru had thought - with some disappointment - that healing the piercings straight afterwards would also ruin the sensitivity of them. He's delighted to be proved wrong and hopes that this means that Satoru might never get fully used to them.
From the cupboard, Suguru has got out a little box that jingles as it moves. Satoru blinks at it but obediently stands still as Suguru places it down and draws a long silver chain out of the depths.
He holds it up to Satoru's face, like a paint swatch against a wall, and nods to himself. "Yes, this does match you complexion," he murmurs and then found the middle of the chain before attaching that to the nose ring.
Then, he begins the intricate process of hanging it on Satoru's body.
He can't even remember when or where he got the idea, but once it had appeared in his head a few months ago, he hadn't been able to get it out. By the time he's finished, Satoru looks like the most expensive whore on the block and it's just how Suguru had wanted it.
He'd attached the chain to all of the hoop piercings, symmetrical on both sides of the body. From the nose ring, he'd gone past the helix piercing first and then both lobe piercings. The chain had then been threaded through two of the hoops on Satoru's collar - the ones on both sides, just to keep it out of the way - before being attached to the nipples and then joining together at the belly button.
They'd then been threaded through the labial piercings before both ends of the chain had been attached to a little plug that he'd nestled into Satoru's gaping hole. He was having to clench to keep it in, lest it drop and he risk both Suguru's wrath and tugging on the piercings in his labia.
With the blank slate of the chain, Suguru had set to work decorating. He had bells and little blue gems to clip to the links, and then he added little bits of jewellery (in the same shades of silver and blue) up his bare arms, a jewelled plug in his ass and a circlet of silver and blue, until Satoru was a work of art.
All his piercings are plain titanium, made to look like silver, with the exception of the tongue and the clit, where Suguru had found ones with sapphires in to give a little hint of colour.
Suguru could cry. It's better than he could have possibly imagined.
"Give me a little spin Satoru," he demands, and Satoru does as he is told, the bells ringing merrily with every slight movement. Under the lights, he sparkles and Suguru enjoys his slight waddle as he tries to keep the too small plug from falling out of his slick, gaping hole.
He spends the next half an hour ordering Satoru around, lounging on his bed and feeling more and more delighted as his favourite little slave does as he is bid and looks stunning doing it. Suguru is already giddily thinking about what other piercings he could give Satoru and how else he might be able to arrange the chain.
He still has a raging boner, because he never dealt with it after Satoru warmed it for so long, and everything since has been too erotic for it to really deflate a significant amount, but also he's hungry.
Perhaps he could kill several birds with one stone.
"Come, Satoru," Suguru says, patting his thigh like one would summon a dog, "let's take a walk around the compound and find ourselves something to eat for lunch."
He makes Satoru walk in front of him, so he can admire his handywork. He loves how the metal and gems glisten as he walks, making him shimmer with every movements; he loves the way the fabric of the lingerie hugs his body; he loves the bells ringing as he walks, as if to cry here comes Gojo Satoru, the cum dump to the worst curse user in history; he loves, too, getting to see that plug up his ass sway back and forth as he walks.
Satoru is beautiful and he's all Suguru's.
When they get to the kitchen, the kitchen staff try not to stare. They're quite bad at it but Suguru lets them off this time; Satoru really does look glorious like this, it's only right that he's seen and admired.
Soon, they have the kitchen to themselves. The staff produced the food that Suguru requested in record time before - and rightfully so - scarpering.
Suguru sits at the table, cock out, to eat and Satoru doesn't have to be told to shuffle between his knees and take it in his mouth.
The piercings add a whole new dimension to the affair. Suguru had thought Satoru had mastered the art of cock sucking a long time ago but he'd been woefully wrong. With the piercing, that slightly sloppy but still expert tongue hits just a little different and what little his erection had flagged on the way here, it perks right back up again.
Satoru stops before going too far though, knowing that he'll only get fed after Suguru's eaten. He instead swallows all of Suguru's cock down and stays there for the next hour as Suguru languidly enjoys his meal, his book and then (eventually) the wet heat enveloping his dick.
"OK Satoru," Suguru says, indulgently, as if he hasn't been anticipating this moment with a poorly hidden glee. "Food time."
Satoru really is good at sucking cock. Within minutes, Suguru is coming in spurts down Satoru's throat and the relief is palpable. What an orgasm. It's amazing what playing with your toys can get you.
Now all Suguru really wants to do is watch Satoru. They've got nothing else to do and so Suguru takes him back to his room and orders him to clean.
The room doesn't really need cleaning - that's what the maids are for, after all - but keeping the room clean is far from what Suguru is actually here for.
He's here to see Satoru bend down when he drops a cloth, showing off his ample cleavage, he's here to see Satoru's perky ass up in the air while he scrubs at a stubborn stain on the floor and he's here to watch him accidentally nudge one of the chains as he works, and see him struggle not to come apart.
And all the time he glitters and the bells jingle, like a slutty little prince.
Once he was king of the world, in everything but name. Now, he's a whore who's only titles come in cock sucking and how wide both his holes now gape.
He watches the way the chain moves and tugs as Satoru reaches up to wash the windows, at how Satoru's newly pierced hole clenches around the too small plug, at how he tries to be obedient for his master even when it must be very difficult.
Eventually, Suguru's erection has returned and he's had enough to languidly stroking himself off to Satoru's work. He calls him over, letting him abandon the bucket of soapy water so that he might stand before him.
"What do you think of your new outfit, Satoru? Do you like it?"
Satoru nods effusively, the little bells he'd hung on the loops of chain at his ear ringing merrily. "I love it Master," he says, a little breathless. "Thank you so much. I will wear it every day, if it pleases you."
"Oh Satoru, you understand me so well," Suguru says, reaching out to tug on the chain just below one of his cherry red nipples. Satoru cries out at the sudden stimulation and his pussy spasms - likely an orgasm taking hold - and it finally lets go of the plug it has been trying so hard to keep a hold of.
"Aw," Suguru says, too pleased for once to think about coming up with some bullshit punishment. "My little pet wants me to fuck it."
Satoru nods again, wild-eyed. "Please, please fuck me Master. My hole is just for you, it wants you so badly. Look at all the pussy juice it's drooling at the thought of your cock. It's the best cock in the world and my womb was made to fit it, please-"
The begging is always so sweet and Suguru could listen to it for hours. Unfortunately, today he's too impatient.
"Get on the bed Satoru, on your back."
Suguru wants to see him as he fucks him, as he buries his cock into the warmth of Satoru's vagina. He wants to see him glisten and jingle as each hard fuck jerks at the chain attaching all of his most sensitive parts, and to be able to play with it easily until Satoru is squirming and crying.
It's a pity Satoru's hole is so loose now. It's the only thing that can put a downer on what would otherwise be a perfect fuck. These days, if Suguru wants to get off, he has to put his dick in Satoru's ass or mouth.
But...
If Satoru had been able to heal up the piercing wounds so easily, perhaps he could do a little something else for his master. Suguru whispers his idea in Satoru's ear, grinning at himself for his ingenuity, and when he feels around for Satoru's gaping pussy he finds nothing.
Well, there is still a hole there, but it's not the one he'd spent so long developing until it was loose and flabby.
It's the tight, virginal pinhole that Suguru remembers deflowering so long ago and it does actually bring a tear to his eye. He's been so busy recently, what with the current crusade to take over Japan, but with his day off, he can truly let loose because Satoru - his one and only - will always provide exactly what he needs.
"Count," is all Suguru says before he starts shoving his massive cock into Satoru. Satoru knows what he means (Suguru has had his ladder piercings since high school, when he'd done the needlework himself and Shoko had been there to heal him up) and dutifully, though through some pretty heavy sobbing and barely audible over the ringing of all the bells, he counts out the first piercing.
Popping each one into Satoru's now virginal wall takes time. The squeeze of a tight hole is delightful and more than once, Suguru has to strangle his own balls to stop himself releasing to early. He wants to have battered Satoru's cervix back into submission before filling his womb with cum.
After the eighth piercing has torn its bloody path into Satoru, his little pet is trying to futilely claw himself away. Suguru doesn't blame him completely. It's an entirely primal response to the pain of being split open on the monster cock of the new strongest sorcerer.
"Who do you belong to?" Suguru asks, beginning to fuck in earnest. He also starts tugging at random on the chain until Satoru is screaming incoherently.
"Suguru," he cries, bucking and twisting and trying to get away at the same time as chasing all the sensations at once. "Suguru is my master!"
"That's right," Suguru agrees, unable to resist the urge to snap the panty string against his clit with one hand and then slap the soft flesh of one of his tits with the other. "And what are you?"
"A dumb slut!" Satoru replies, in between sobs, and then keeps going. "Getou-sama's personal cocksleeve! A useless whore who only cares about being filled with a big enough dick. Th-the weakest sorcerer of the modern age."
"That's right," Suguru says again, sadistically pleased with this easy agreement. "You're all mine to do with as I please."
The tip of Suguru's cock breaches Satoru's cervix, and he unloads his cum directly into his womb. Satoru's sobs die down to little sniffles as Suguru reaches for the pussy plug to keep all his cum stuffed in Satoru's womb. Now that Satoru is newly deflowered again, the plug is actually a little too big but Suguru bullies it in anyhow, using a bit of the blood as a lubricant.
"Now go get me a glass of water," Suguru says, lying back on the bed, and watches as Satoru forces himself to sit upright for the sake of obedience, and then hobble his way over to where Suguru keeps his drinking water.
Hmm. Perhaps he'll pierce the bottoms of Satoru's feet next. It'll make watching him walk around - or, at least, trying to - all the more entertaining.
He accepts his water without thanks and tells Satoru to make himself look pretty. Suguru could use the inspiration for planning his next piercing project; this one has certainly helped to improve his mood.