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Iida likes control…in all things. He’s also observant and likes to watch, loving the little details that make up the big picture. Some say that he’s a perfectionist to his core and he enjoys when a plan comes together while he tweaks the threads of those little details to create the perfect series of events… Like now, for instance…
Iida reclines back in his comfortable armchair, hands neatly folded in his lap with his back straight as he watches the scene in front of him with critical eyes. It’s like he’s creating a masterpiece as he notices little adjustments that need to be made in order to elevate his art. He can see the perfect result in his head, and is willing to do just about anything to achieve it. He even has the perfect subject. Katsuki is stunning and Iida’s perfect counterpart… at least he will be once Iida is done with him.
Right now, Katsuki is laying flat on his back on a padded bench, his legs spread wide by a spreader bar that is anchored to the low ceiling, holding his legs extended and up in the air. His lovely naked skin is coated in a sheen of sweat, making him practically shine in the dim lighting that Iida had set up. The sound of low grunts and whimpers fill the air from where his lips are stretched open by an ring gag that straps behind his head and over the top. His face is elevated from the bench by a thickly padded pillow so that Iida can clearly watch his expressions from between his raised legs. Right now, his eyes are clenched closed and he’s panting out sharp breaths through his mouth. His cock is hard and leaking against his abdomen, a thick and tight ring strapped around the base to keep him from cumming over and over again.
Iida thinks his suffering is beautiful to watch, loves seeing the hints of red and purple around his flushed tip. Iida’s favorite part, however, is Katsuki’s tiny little pink entrance being stretched wide as a lube-slicked thick dildo is slowly pressing in and out of him, filling him inch by aching inch from where it’s anchored to the machine thrusting inside him. Iida watches with rapt attention as all nine inches slide through that tight little rim over and over again.
They’ve been at this for almost an hour, Iida just watching as Katsuki tries to squirm, tries to buck down on the slow moving cock to no avail. He looks tortured as the machine keeps the same steady glacial pace. It’s not enough to make Katsuki cum and he must be getting desperate. Every few minutes, garbled sounds float through the ring stretching his lips, words incomprehensible, but his tone is begging and pleading. Iida knows that he’s begging for it faster…begging for it harder…begging for more more more. But, Iida ignores him completely, not responding to any of it. It’s all a part of the rush…Katsuki gave up complete control, and Iida takes complete responsibility of Katsuki’s pleasure. That’s how it works between them. Katsuki will only get relief when Iida decides to give it to him, if he decides to give it at all. The power is heady and fills Iida as he watches the near perfect image of Katsuki being slowly unraveled.
Silently, Iida stands and adjusts himself through his pants. Time to make an adjustment. He strides to the machine and turns it off as it retracts from Katsuki’s swollen rim. He reaches to a nearby table and pumps lube onto his manicured fingers. Katsuki whimpers as he approaches, but Iida doesn’t give him the pleasure of eye contact as he unceremoniously plunges his fingers past Katsuki’s softened rim. His insides are soft and velvety, giving easily as Iida pets against his walls adding more slickness to the already lubed hole. Finding Katsuki’s prostate easily, he presses and prods over it, earning him a little squeal and Katsuki’s cock bounces in response. He doesn’t spend much time on it and quickly retracts his fingers, satisfied.
Turning to the machine, he efficiently unscrews the dildo from the arm and selects a different one from his lineup on the table. This one is much thicker, longer and ribbed, guaranteed to stretch Katsuki even wider and press deeper inside. Iida shoots a quick glance back to the hole in question, which is already shrinking down. No, that won’t do at all. In his vision, Katsuki is wide and gaping. He begins screwing on the new one before lubing its length. He repositions the machine closer to Katsuki and turns it on to make sure that it's aimed correctly. He watches as the thick dildo breaches Katsuki’s hole and spreads it wide. Katsuki helplessly squirms and drool drips down his chin as his eyes fly wide open at the stretch.
Without even looking Katsuki’s way, Iida presses the button on the top of the machine to increase the speed. Katsuki groans long and low through the gag as Iida walks back to his chair and once again sits to watch. The steady thrum thrum thrum of the machine mixed with schlick schlick schlick noises of Katsuki being repeatedly being penetrated soothes Iida. If his cock wasn’t raging hard and pressing against his slacks, he could probably go to sleep listening to the erotic sounds. Maybe, it would be best to take the edge off while he waits for his vision to be realized. He unbuttons and unzips his pants to retrieve his throbbing cock from its fabric confines and takes it firmly in his hand, never removing his eyes from the sight where that thick ribbed cock stuffs Katsuki’s entrance in a steady rhythm. He grabs the remote from beside him and presses the button to increase the speed, and begins working his cock at the same tempo as the machine while Katsuki whines and watches him. Iida can see him out of the corner of his eye and resists the urge to smirk. He knows that Katsuki wants his cock to be inside him instead of the machine. Katsuki craves all of Iida’s cum and would beg and plead for Iida to fill him with it. But today is not about that…today it’s about control and fulfilling Iida’s fantasy to slowly and methodically take the blonde apart in the exact way that he sees fit. He wants Katsuki to feel helpless and at his mercy. Iida wants him to understand that right now…he is just a toy for Iida’s amusement, a tool for his use, an object for his pleasure.
Iida can feel the steady rise of his orgasm as he strokes his fist over his cock. In a fit of impulsivity, he releases it momentarily to increase the machine again. The thrum and schlick sounds double in speed and he groans as he matches the pace. Katsuki’s hole is being battered at the new tempo, cock leaking a steady stream and jerking as the machine pummels his ass. Katsuki moans and drools freely at the new stimulation. The eroticism of it all floods Tenya and he cums with a low groan, making sure to catch his release in his hand so that none of it gets on his pristine pants. He reaches for the wet towel next to him and wipes his hands until they are once again clean. Katsuki’s legs are shaking when he returns his sight to him. He briefly debates allowing him to orgasm, but ultimately decides against it for now. Reaching for the remote, he once again turns off the machine, making Katsuki let out a high whine when his orgasm is denied.
Tenya stands and goes about the process of picking out an even thicker dildo, this one just slightly smaller than a fist with a knot in the shaft that he knows will repeatedly rub against Katsuki’s prostate. Just to test it, he lubes the thick silicone and notches it at Katsuki’s hole. He thrusts it inside in one slick thrust. Katsuki screams through the gag and Iida lets a smile stretch his lips, watching Katsuki’s rim struggle and twitch around the intrusion. He pulls it back out and attaches it to the machine. He presses the ‘on’ button and sets the pace back to the lowest speed setting before making his way back to the chair to watch.
Twenty minutes later, Katsuki is tossing his head from side to side, whimpering and gurgling desperately. His cock is nearly all purple at this point. Iida stands and strides to him, remote in hand and decision made. He stands silently next to the machine just to get a closer look. He presses the button in his hand three times and can audibly hear as the machine switches gears right before drilling mercilessly into Katsuki’s hole. Iida smears his fingers with lube and spreads it around the ring at Katsuki’s base before sliding it over his taut skin and throbbing shaft. Katsuki is wailing when Iida grabs his cock and gives it only one smooth stroke while grabbing Katsuki’s balls and giving them a tight squeeze. Katsuki erupts, cum shooting almost violently from his slit while his whole body trembles and spasms.
Even when the spurts of cum stop, creating a pool over Katsuki’s navel and belly, Iida doesn’t change the machine speed. He just lets it continue its assault for several minutes, milking Katsuki’s gland and tumbling him into sharp oversensitivity. Katsuki is babbling through the gag as fat tears roll down his cheeks. Iida stares at his hazy fucked out expression. Beautiful…
He slows the machine and moves closer to Katsuki’s side. From this angle he can make out the bump in Katsuki’s tummy every time the machine fucks inside of him, now set at a slow and sedate pace again. Unable to help himself, he presses down over it. Katsuki’s eyes widen and he lets out an animalistic grunt. Iida once again pays him no mind. Like a paintbrush, Katsuki is just a tool for Iida to use to paint his canvas. Iida presses harder, feeling the head of the silicone cock steadily beat against his hand. Hmmm…he needs it bigger. Needs Katsuki’s taut tummy to bulge and stretch.
He already has the perfect thing in mind. Just earlier this week, he had purchased a specialty dildo. While the thickness is the same as the one currently impaling Katsuki’s hole, this one is nearly as long as Iida’s forearm and will force that skin to bulge obscenely just the way Iida wants. Turning the machine off, he removes the current dildo and moves the machine a fraction closer after he selects the new one and screws it on. The dildo bends slightly downwards, unable to support its own heavy weight when Iida pumps lube over both of his hands to slide them both over the long appendage. He’s forced to support it in the middle while he notches it a Katsuki’s rim and bullies the tip inside until the bend straightens out, supported by Katsuki’s clenching insides. He hazards a glance upwards at Katsuki, who is shaking his head and looking on nervously. Iida only clucks his tongue once, making Katsuki look sharply at him. Iida needs that hazy fucked out expression to return for this masterpiece to work.
Iida grabs Katsuki’s limp cock with one of his lubed hands and begins to work the shaft methodically until it is once again standing proudly and leaking into Iida’s palm. It’s always so easy to get Katsuki worked up. He releases Katsuki’s cock, making the blonde let out a quiet whine and turns the machine back on.
This time he stays close, watching as Katsuki’s stomach expands with the first thrust. He places his palm over it and smiles when the skin pushes outward lewdly and raises his hand with the force. Katsuki thrashes and bucks in the restraints while Iida grinds his palm downwards. Katsuki’s head arches backwards against the pillow and moans, the perfect image of ecstasy. Iida reluctantly removes his hand and moves backwards to stand by the machine.
Katsuki’s head is still tipped back, drool dripping from his chin to roll down in steady rivulets while he moans like a seasoned whore from where his lips are stretched wide over the ring between his teeth. His flat belly bulges rhythmically to the steady thrums of the machine. Long muscular legs shake where they are spread in the air. His hole is stretched wide around the long monster dildo and his cock is trembling and leaking against his abdomen. Katsuki makes the near perfect visage…but something is still missing.
Iida hums to himself. He needs more . He thumbs the remote in his pocket and clicks the button twice. Katsuki screeches when the dildo presses into him and beats his little tummy outwards. Almost there. Iida presses two more times and the new sound of squelching rings in the air. He grins watching the dildo sinking rapidly into Katsuki’s guts, rearranging and carving them out. The sounds are Iida’s symphony and the image, his artful masterpiece. He strides further away just to absorb the entire scene at once. Fucking perfect…
Katsuki howls when his orgasm washes over him, and Iida stares as his flushed red cock explodes and cum arcs into the air in thick spurts, landing all over his navel and some even reaching his legs. Iida can’t tear his eyes away.
“Perfection,” he murmurs to himself.
Completely engrossed, he strips off his shirt, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. Then, he shucks his pants and boxers before kicking them from where they’ve pooled at his feet. His cock is unbearably hard as he takes it in hand and gives it a few relieving strokes. He leans down and retrieves the remote from his pants with his other hand. Katsuki continues to scream and writhe as the dildo continues to ruthlessly work him over. Iida’s strides are steady and sure as he once again steps up next to the machine. Katsuki’s cock has once again risen and already looks ready to blow again. Iida presses the remote again, determined to watch Katsuki come undone a third time.
It doesn’t take long at all for Katsuki to spray like a fountain with a grunt as his stomach expands and contracts rapidly around the bulge and his legs make the chains rattle with how hard they shake.
Iida can’t take it anymore, so overcome by the perfection of it all and presses the stop button on the machine and yanks it out of the way. He wastes no time burying himself in Katsuki’s sloppy wet hole. He doesn’t even need to use lube with the amount that practically drips from Katsuki’s entrance.
He glances up at Katsuki’s completely gone expression. “Such a pretty little toy. So perfect for me,” he mutters and thrusts inside Katsuki with long sure strokes. He can feel the spasming muscles struggling and failing to clench down over his length and that just stokes the heat in his gut higher. “Gonna fuck you full of cum, just like you wanted,” he promises.
He drives in and out of Katsuki’s gaping and loose tunnel, just the barest of friction over his cock is enough to have Iida grunting and groaning while tension builds in his gut and images of Katsuki’s systematic ruination running on constant replay in his mind.
All it takes is a long drawn out whine from Katsuki, and Iida grinds in deep to unload his cock. He shakes and trembles, forcing him to grab onto Katsuki’s thighs for balance, as his balls pulse as a flood of cum gushes from his cock to add to the mess inside his little blonde. As his orgasm wanes, Iida pulls out and gazes intently as his cum begins to trickle from Katsuki’s gaping entrance.
When he looks up, Katsuki’s face is relaxed, eyes closed and breaths even. Iida smiles gently and sets to work undoing all of the restraints and removing the gag from Katsuki’s head. Katsuki is still floating as he wipes him down gently and carries him to their bed in the next room. He pulls him in close and nuzzles into his hair, while petting over his boyfriend’s soft skin.
“Perfection, baby. You are perfection,” he rumbles quietly as Katsuki snuggles further into his side with a soft sigh.