Eyes the Size of the Moon

It was like an orgasm. One he could not react to in any real way. Cyprien felt an intense rush of pleasure at the words and he shifted his hips with it. He felt... Even through the curse he could feel the pleasure, strongly associated with submission. It was a lingering pleasure, and his hips rolled with the continued feeling. Cyprien could feel it... This was an anal orgasm, there was a hard cock hitting his prostate and thrusting into him, he could feel it. His head fell just slightly back and his mouth parted automatically with the pleasure of the invisible penetration.

Rodolphus watched his reaction closely, able to catch a moan. "You're such a good boy, Cyprien. Good boy." It was fascinating to watch as the phrase set off the cursed collar, and he enjoyed immensely as the moans grew steadily louder. "Come here," he instructed, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

Cyprien eagerly crawled forward, the thought of rising not crossing his mind. His mind, already hazy, centered on the wonderful feelings from the unknown source, the orgasmic pressure leaving his bum, and he followed Rodolphus' order without a thought of fighting it.

"Good boy." Another wave of pleasure. This was amusing to watch. "Aren't you a good boy?" Rodolphus asked, wrapping his fingers in Cyprien's hair and yanking him forward. He placed Cyprien's cheek to his own leg, loosening his grip just enough to allow Cyprien to nuzzle into the fabric of his pajama bottoms. "Yes, very good..." he praised softly, very roughly yanking and rubbing at Cyprien's beautiful hair. Such a good-looking fuckpuppy he had.

Cyprien moved easily with the pulls and yanks, hardly noticing them with the continued pleasuring. Still able to feel it, though, the hard grip in his soft hair. Master, no, Rodolphus, he was Rodolphus still, reached into his own pants to pull out his cock and balls, exposing his hardness to Cyprien. Master, who was he kidding, this was Master, this was his Master, smiled down at him, tightening his grip once more to pull Cyprien away from him. "Beg, puppy."

"Master, please, I want it... Please, Master..."

Rodolphus smiled, enjoying the way Cyprien strained futilely against his hand. With a slight flick of his wrist he turned his pet's head sharply up, meeting his eyes with a smirk. "Slut, try harder." He brought his free hand to hold Cyprien's neck now, still smirking as the boy begged and pleaded for the chance to suck his cock, to just look at it again. Such low expectations. "Come on now, dog, beg. Beg." He tightened his grip and smiled as Cyprien's pleading grew more intense, feeling the straining against the hands holding him in place. Rodolphus rubbed hard on his neck, admiring the bruises as they formed. Such a good, pretty little slut he had... "Bad dog."

The collar was only a toy for pleasure. There was no pain. But to say that pleasure did not sometimes equate pain would be a lie.

"Ah!" Cyprien called out with the overwhelming pleasure. It was far too much, it was so much, it was too, too, too much. At his exclamation Rodolphus jerked him roughly forward, shoving his cock down Cyprien's throat. Cyprien, experienced as he was in deepthroating, was caught unaware, and spluttered slightly around the intrusion. "Come on now, show me how good you are..."

Oo. "Good". The collar did not react to it, only to "good boy", but the Imperius curse left Cyprien highly suggestible. He felt the echo of the wonderful orgasms from just minutes earlier at the reminder of the repeated word, and he moaned softly around the dick down his throat, wanting those feelings again. He would be Rodolphus' good boy. He would be Master's good boy. He would be a good boy, not a bad dog...

Rodolphus smiled down at his pet, able to feel his cock down Cyprien's throat with the tight grip on his neck. He hummed softly as Cyprien regained his composure and set into the blowjob, sucking and licking like the good little whore he was. "Such a good little whore..." he praised, watching as the words set Cyprien to a new standard. He should have done this years ago. "Good, good, good..."

Each time sent new vibrations through Cyprien's body: His logical mind, so dulled by the spell already, was giving up its remaining struggle. He sucked harder, only able to go as fast as Master set his pace, moaning and licking with no thought of restraint or decency. He hardly heard the vulgar sounds of oral, attention only on Master's pleasure.