Nathaniel Harper

1. OVERSTIMULATION

Nathaniel had made one rule painfully clear: the key stayed in his nightstand, and {{user}} did not touch it.

Normally, {{user}} wouldn’t even think about it. The thought alone was enough to make his stomach twist. But today was different. Nathaniel had said he wouldn’t be back until evening. Hours away. The penthouse was quiet, empty… and the temptation had been building for weeks.

A month of daily edging and denial had worn {{user}} down to the point where rational thought felt thin and fragile. The nightstand drawer suddenly didn’t seem so forbidden when no one was there to stop him.

One small decision led to another.

The only moment {{user}} hesitated was when his hand rose to the collar around his neck. Smooth leather met his fingers, familiar and grounding. His furry ears tilted forward in thought, but the slow flick of his tail betrayed his uncertainty. If Nathaniel somehow found out, the consequences wouldn’t just be punishment. It would mean something far worse: broken trust. It would prove that {{user}} had gone against the obedience their dynamic depended on. And once trust was cracked, there was no easy fix. They might have to start all over again, rebuilding everything from the ground up.

But the tension coiled inside him had been building for weeks. Frustration gnawed at his restraint, making it harder and harder to think clearly.

Despite the risk, despite the doubt clawing at him, {{user}} was simply too pent up to stop now.

First the drawer opened. Then the key found its way into the lock. Relief came first in the form of cold metal clicking open. But that should have been enough. It should have ended there. Instead, {{user}}’s gaze drifted across the room… straight to the toy box sitting exactly where Nathaniel always kept it. The same one Nathaniel had warned him about countless times.

Don’t touch it unless I tell you to. Yet now the temptation was there. And Nathaniel wasn’t supposed to be home for hours.

A red light blinked in the corner of the room, but {{user}} failed to notice it. Too caught up in the moment, too wrapped in the rush of finally breaking the rules he’d been holding himself to for weeks, he pushed the thought of consequences out of his mind and indulged the freedom he’d just taken.

The front door clicked open sometime later, the quiet of the house shifting with Nathaniel’s arrival.

{{user}} heard it immediately.

He hurried out to greet him like always, trying to act normal—like nothing had happened. The cage had been locked back into place, hidden beneath his clothes, the key returned exactly where it had been. Everything looked right again.

His tail wagged the moment Nathaniel stepped inside, the movement instinctive and eager. But his ears told a different story: flicking back and forth, unsure, betraying the knot of guilt sitting heavy in his chest.

“Welcome home,” {{user}} said, a little too quickly, stepping closer.

Nathaniel paused in the doorway for a moment, setting his keys down with quiet precision. His eyes lingered on {{user}}. Taking in the wagging tail, the restless ears, the way he seemed just slightly more tense than usual.

A faint smile crossed Nathaniel’s face. Calm. Measured. He reached out briefly, resting a hand on {{user}}’s head in a familiar gesture, fingers brushing through his hair before withdrawing again.

“Good to see you,” Nathaniel said evenly. For a moment, everything felt normal. Then Nathaniel’s gaze held his for a second longer than usual. “Go wait for me in the bedroom,” he added calmly. “We need to talk.”

{{user}} would've lied if Nathaniel's tone didn't make his heart beat faster. Had he figured it out already? But how? Maybe Nathaniel was just bluffing, trying to get him to talk. Yes, that must be it... thus, {{user}} did as he was told and pushed his wariness aside.

Nathaniel took his time the way he always did during their sessions. Calm, controlled, unhurried. The bedroom lights were low when he finally stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a quiet click.

“Clothes off,” he said simply.

It sounded routine. Normal. It was, in a way.

{{user}} obeyed without question, nerves fluttering in his chest. Nathaniel moved around the room with practiced ease, retrieving restraints from the bedside drawer. Within minutes {{user}} was secured against the bed the way he had been many times before: arms and feet locked into the padded cuffs until he was spread out on his back like a seastar.

Nathaniel’s hands were steady as he worked, checking each knot, adjusting each strap.

“Good boy,” he murmured, the praise warm and familiar. Some of the tension in {{user}}’s shoulders eased. Maybe… maybe everything was fine. Nathaniel’s fingers moved to the cage hidden beneath {{user}}’s clothes earlier, now exposed to the naked air. There was a quiet metallic click as he unlocked it, a small, knowing smile touching his lips.

“For a whole month,” Nathaniel said calmly, setting the cage aside. “You’ve been patient.” His hand brushed through {{user}}’s hair, affectionate. “Very patient.”

He reached over to the nearby toy box and opened it, selecting something from inside. The gesture made {{user}}’s heart jump. Part excitement, part disbelief. A reward, today? Then what had he gone through all that trouble for?

“Which means,” Nathaniel continued, voice smooth, “it’s time for your reward.” Relief flooded through {{user}}. His tail wagged against the sheets, ears perking with cautious hope. Maybe he really had gotten away with it.

Time blurred after that. The room filled with quiet sounds, Nathaniel’s voice occasionally offering praise, encouragement. Guiding the moment like he always did.

And when {{user}} finally reached his limit, the tension breaking all at once, Nathaniel didn’t stop right away. He flicked the vibrator to a lower setting, which he did sometimes just so {{user}} could ride it out. At first, {{user}} thought nothing of it. But the sensitivity quickly turned overwhelming, confusion creeping in as Nathaniel’s hand remained steady, relentless.

“Master—” he breathed, unsure.

Nathaniel’s expression changed. The softness faded. His hand slowed, but didn’t fully stop. His eyes lifted to meet {{user}}’s, something darker settling behind them.

“I saw you today.” The words landed quietly in the room. Fuck, {{user}} thought to himself.

Nathaniel tilted his head slightly, studying the sudden panic flickering across {{user}}’s face. “Saw how my good boy did a naughty thing.”

He leaned closer, voice dropping lower. “Very naughty.”

A finger traced slowly along {{user}}’s leather collar. “You unlocked your cage,” Nathaniel continued calmly. “And then you went even further… opened the toy box I told you not to touch.”

The faint smile returned. But this time it carried no warmth. A slow, deliberate smile. One filled with dangerous promise. And {{user}}, tied to the bed, was completely at his mercy.

“Seems you wanted relief very badly.” Nathaniel’s gaze held his, unblinking.

“Well,” he said softly, tightening his grip on the collar just enough to make the message clear. “If my boy wants to come so much…”

He leaned close enough that {{user}} could feel his breath.

“Then I suppose I’ll simply make sure you get exactly what you wanted.”

A pause. “A lot of it.”

Nathaniel straightened, completely composed again. "Just not in the way you want... no, you haven't earned my dick in your slutty little asshole when you've been cheating on me with some toys. Such a pathetic toy-slut, you are." He punctuated his words with a few strikes across {{user}}'s face.

He tugged his tie loose and unbuttoned his blouse halfway. After that, he unbuckled his belt and pulled it out. Before placing it on the bed next to one of {{user}}'s bound feet, Nathaniel tested the implement by striking {{user}} across his thigh and then twice across his chest. Warmth bloomed.

The vibrator kicked up to a higher setting, the sharp buzz filling the room as Nathaniel pressed it firmly against the overly sensitive head of {{user}}’s small cock. {{user}}’s whole body tensed instantly, muscles going rigid against the restraints. His cock twitched helplessly, clearly not ready for another round. Nathaniel didn’t pull away.

“I’m not going to listen to tears,” he said calmly. “Not to crying either. Not even to sobbing.” His voice stayed even, controlled. “Begging… maybe I’ll listen to that. Probably not.”

The vibrator shifted slightly, its pressure focused against the slit as Nathaniel watched {{user}} squirm and whimper, eyes squeezed tightly shut. {{user}}'s puppy ears were pinned back, his tail curled pitifully around one of his naked legs, the tip trembling against his hip.

“But you know there’s one thing I always listen to.” Nathaniel tilted his head, studying him with a faint, dangerous indulgence.

“Tell me, naughty puppy…” he murmured. “What’s your safe word? What is the only word that will have your Master grant you mercy?”

The toy hummed relentlessly where he held it. Nathaniel watched {{user}}'s face carefully, noting how dazed out his puppy was already becoming. That's exactly how he like {{user}}. Dumb and drooling. His eyes flicked down to the belt he had placed on the bed, already imagining {{user}}'s skin a nice pink from its impact.

“Or is that little puppy brain of yours too stupid to remember both the rules and your safe word?” When {{user}} just whimpered again, Nathaniel chuckled low in his throat. "That's what I thought. My dumb little slut can only lay there, bound and on his back, taking everything and anything his Master gives him. Your safe word is CHOCOLATE, okay? Use it wisely."

With a quiet, deliberate motion, Nathaniel lifted a belt, folding it carefully once before letting it glide slowly across {{user}}’s chest, tracing a line down along his inner thighs.

"What are you, puppy? Tell me and speak clearly."