[Explicit 18+]Pushed Limits

Commission from Etsy

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Summery: Wren would do anything to help his sister. Including selling himself to Julian. Julian has some very specific desires in the bedroom.

Trigger Warning: Dubious consent, forced body modification

Wren ran his fingers through his messy dark hair. The soft waves tangling around his fingers while he fisted them, pulling lightly on his locks in frustration while staring at the scattering of papers on the table in front of him. The numbers blurred and from one page to the next and Wren was forced to take a desperate rattling breath. He gasped softly while doubling over the kitchen table, lacing his fingers behind his head and pressing it down on the pile of bills. There were supposed to be ways to avoid this. Systems in place to help those who needed it. Instead he was faced with the option of watching his sister, who raised him after their parents died, die; or find some way to pay for the bills that wouldn’t quit piling up. Angrily Wren yelled and swiped all the bills off the table to let them scatter to the floor. His sudden movement knocking his chair to the ground as he surged to his feet. Wren’s eyes closed as he braced his hands on the table panting for breath, he stared at his hands as tears plopped down on their backs. He knew they were his hands but couldn’t understand the connection between the wet spots on them and his tearful eyes. With a moan of aggravation and pain Wren let his legs give out and dropped to the floor curling his legs up to his chest and wrapping his thin arms around them.

Wren reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper he had nearly threw away, but the offer had been so tempting. All his sister’s medical needs paid for. If he gave complete body autonomy over to this stranger. Wren ran his fingers over the neat scrawl on the paper. Julian. Wren tipped his head and stared up at the ceiling, telling himself he was doing the smart thing and actually debating his options instead of knowing what he was going to be doing. He had just started working at the high classed bar a couple months ago after turning twenty-one. With his day job as a grocery store clerk, the nights at the bar, while providing a generous amount of money, made for exceptionally long days.

Wren had noticed Julian the first week at his new job. The man was only a handful of years older than Wren but walked with the confidence and arrogance of the men twice their age. The ones who Wren was sure wiped their asses with hundred dollar bills. Julian commanded a room and dwarfed many of the other men physically even though his presence alone was enough. Wren couldn’t say when Julian had started noticing him for sure. Just that the man started making more and more comments on Wren’s own appearance. Compliments about Wren’s large hazel eyes as Julian’s own blue eyes bore into them. Observations on how slim Wren was while Julian’s large hand engulfed Wren’s when the investor took his drink, lingering just a moment longer than necessary. And the most recent, how fuckable Wren’s ass looked beneath a trailing hand and his dark slacks. Wren hadn’t been sure his face would return to its natural color after that. He had rushed away from the other man and preceded to puke in the restroom resulting in being sent home early. He had tried to explain to his boss that he had never experienced the level of interest in his person that he had been given before and nerves had gotten the better of him, but it had been like talking to a brick wall and so he went home. Saw the bills. And puked some more before sobbing pressed between the bathtub and toilet until he passed out.

Wren had done his best to avoid Julian since but then he had gotten cornered leaving his shift again. Julian’s large body caging him in against the side of the building after he stepped out of view of the cameras. The man had softly stroked Wren’s cheek, tipping his head back and forcing him to stare up at him. Julian had once again commented on how appealing he found Wren’s fine features before holding out a folded piece of paper for the younger man. Julian’s breath sent small shivers down Wren’s back when Julian spoke into his ear. Wren wasn’t sure what surprised him more, that Julian knew about his sister, and a rough estimate on how in debt Wren was drowning in, or that the wealthy man had offered to cover the cost of current and future medical bills. In exchange for Wren himself.

“There’s a catch.” Wren told the paper in-between his fingers as he fished his phone from his pocket. His hands shook as he tried to focus on keeping his breathing steady while slowly typing the number in.

“This is Julian.” The deep voice nearly had Wren hanging up the phone as panic tried to grip him. But he reminded himself it was for Charlotte. He had to do this.

“Hi…this is Wren? From-“

“Have you thought of my offer?” Julian wasn’t sure the little bartender he had been watching for weeks would give his offer any consideration. But had to take a chance. He didn’t personally care what happened to the man’s sister, but if it meant he could have the timid beauty, then there wasn’t a dollar sign he wasn’t willing to pay. Julian wasn’t used to not getting what he wanted. Money could get nearly everything after all. And once you had some, as long as you watched your investments, it was easy to build the wealth higher.

“Yes.” Wren swallowed heavily closing his eyes. “What do you want from me?”

Julian grinned into the pot of stew he had been cooking. He’d sent his cook home early after watching Wren walk away from him. He had wanted to relax and didn’t want the old woman scolding every choice he made while cooking his dinner. “You’ll belong to me. You’ll quit both jobs-“

“How’d you know I have two jobs?”

“You won’t interrupt me.” Julian narrowed his eyes in warning even if the other man couldn’t see it. “You won’t question me. You’ll do exactly as I say. You’ll live with me. I’ll decide what you consume. What you’ll wear.” Julian felt his lips twitch into a confident smile. “Or won’t.”

Wren felt a trickle of fear weave down his spine and coil in his stomach. His mind began spinning with possibilities. What if Julian was lying and couldn’t cover the medical expenses? What if he just didn’t pay? What if his sister lost her life because Wren took a gamble and made a wrong call? Wren’s gaze fell on the pile of bills scattered across his kitchen floor and he felt the fear of making a mistake coil tighter. What if his sister died because he didn’t take the risk?

“I want it in writing.” Wren hoped his voice didn’t sound as anxious as it felt ripping from his throat. “That you’ll take care of my sister’s medical expenses.”

“Anything else?”

Wren frowned more before wiping the tears from his eyes. “No. Just that Charlotte will be taken care of.”

“Deal.” Julian’s smooth purr curled through Wren like a foreboding silence before the tornado touched down. “I’ll have a contract drawn by tomorrow. I’ll pick you up when you’re off work. We’ll pay the bills. Then I’ll bring you home.”

Wren slowly nodded his head. He looked down to make sure he wasn’t actually sitting in a puddle of ice water he felt had been dumped over him. “Alright.”

“Sir.”

“What?”

“You say, ‘yes, Sir.’” Julian’s voice had a sharp edge as he lowered the heat on the stew he was making. He could hear the hesitation in Wren’s voice, but whether it was defiance or just unfamiliarity he couldn’t be sure.

“Yes, Sir.” Wren whispered questioning again if he made the right choice.

=-=

Wren stared at the machine Julian straddled. The blonde man smirked at him as he held out the red helmet that matched the candied color on the sports bike. Julian smiled, he knew his MV Agusta F41000 would give Wren pause. It gave everyone pause.

“You like her?” Julian grinned trying to get the other man to come and mount the bike so they could go home, he’d already gone and paid the bills and hoped that surprise would help Wren relax. He was looking forward to tracing his hands over his newest toy and finding what would make Wren purr like the bike between his thighs.

Wren turned horror filled eyes to Julian and answered without hesitation. “No.”

Julian’s jaw went slack with surprise and he slowly tipped his head. “What?”

“I don’t like the crotch rocket.” Wren clarified turning frightened eyes on the bike. He could feel his heart pounding in the base of his throat and he took an uneasy step away from the death machine.

“It’s a sports bike.” Julian’s voice had taken on the sharp tone that sliced through Wren the previous night. “And you’re going to get on it and put this helmet on.”

Wren’s eyes widened further as they bounced between the seat behind Julian and the man himself, taking another step back and holding his hands up. “I’m not getting on that death trap!”

“I’m telling you you’re going to get on my bike with me.” Julian narrowed his eyes again ignoring the curious looks they were beginning to receive. “Or are you backing out of the deal already?”

Wren hesitated again before cautiously stepping forward and reaching for the helmet. Once it was in Wren’s hand Julian’s hand lashed out and fisted Wren’s shirt and pulling him so close all Wren could see was Julian’s face.

“Remember. You belong to me now. I take care of what’s mine.” Julian pressed his mouth roughly against Wren’s who made a startled sound and jerked in the grip. Julian shoved his tongue past Wren’s lips and didn’t let up until the smaller man stopped squirming in his grip. “We’re going home now.”

Wren’s breath was shaky as he stared at the other man trying to coax his mind into catching up with what had just happened. “But…the hospital?”

“I’ve already been. The contract is at home.” Julian grinned. “I’ll even let you sign it before I undress you with more than my eyes.”

Wren felt his breath leave him again the world getting strangely shaky and blurry edges. He couldn’t back out now if Julian had already gone to the hospital and paid even a quarter of what was owed. He didn’t realize he wasn’t holding the helmet any longer until it was pulled over his head and fingers brushed against him while adjusting the strap.

“There.” Julian ran his fingers down Wren’s throat. “Now get on.”

Wren swore he had had multiple heart attacks by the time they made it to the sprawling mansion Julian called home. Wren wasn’t sure he could physically let go of the other man, his arms locked around the larger man as best as he could. His fingers barely meeting each other and his arms straining as tightly as possible around the other man. Instead he fisted the large man’s jacket until his fingers ached and then held tighter. When the rocketing death machine was parked, helmets removed, and the two men dismounted Julian caught Wren whose legs gave out.

“Thanks.” Wren whispered staring down at his feet while attempting to stop the shaking enough to hold himself up. He jumped when a harsh slap landed on his ass and his wide eyes turned up to Julian in surprise.

“I’ve already told you once, it’s Sir.” Julian leaned forward and captured Wren’s mouth with his own again. He was pleased to note that while it still took a second for the small man to open his mouth and accept Julian’s tongue he didn’t struggle against Julian. Julian hummed his approval while squeezing the ass he had been dreaming about for months.

“Sorry.” Wren licked his lips when Julian finally pulled away, hesitating only a moment longer. “Sir.”

Julian smiled down at the man in his arms. “Good boy.”

=-=

Wren rubbed his thighs nervously watching the door. He had gotten to sign the contract, complete control over himself in exchange for financial support for his sister’s treatments, and they had eaten dinner, where his portions were dictated by Julian, before being shown to the master suite and told to clean himself while Julian finished some work in his study. Now Wren was on the bed in the thin robe that was provided for him trying to convince himself not to fidget while waiting for Julian to return. What would happen when Julian returned Wren wasn’t completely sure. He had an idea, but any time he tried to think beyond knowing Julian wanted his body Wren’s mind chose to fall blank.

“Look at you.” Julian’s voice had Wren’s head jerking up from where he stared at his fingers, picking at the quick. “Sitting all ready for me.”

“Yes…sir.” Wren barely remembered address Julian appropriately as the large man began approaching and removing his clothing, dropping them as he approached. Wren’s eyes were wide as he stared at the man’s fully erect length curling up towards his belly and already leaking small beads of pre-come.

Julian smiled and reached out to gently stroke Wren’s face before tangling his fingers in Wren’s hair, pulling his head back and claiming his mouth roughly. Wren’s hands fumbled against Julian’s shoulders in an attempt to keep himself steady. It didn’t make much of a difference though as Julian pressed him into the bed and began rubbing his hardened prick against Wren. Wren blushed even as his own cock took an interest in the activities and the robe was pushed open. Wren gasped in surprise when the robe was ripped from his body and Julian flipped him over on to his belly. Julian’s firm grip jerked Wren’s hips up and Julian’s knees spread Wren’s own apart.

Julian ran his hands slowly over Wren’s ass and lower back, pressing down to keep him in the position he had posed him in. Wren’s hands fisted the sheets as Julian slowly spread his ass cheeks, scanning over the tense ring of muscles. Julian hummed staring at the hole he planned on entering. He stuck his finger in his own mouth, coating three with spittle while slowly massaging Wren’s ass cheek. With little warning he shoved two fingers into the smaller man.

Wren had been expecting a slow entrance, the sudden forceful intrusion pulled a pained cry from him as he jerked forward on the bed. A sharp crack of a hand on his bare ass made Wren yelp again.

“Don’t pull away.” Julian nearly growled his fingers moving in and out of Wren while the other man pressed his face into the sheet trying to muffle his cries from the burning sensation. “You’re so tight.”

Wren squirmed as another finger was added before the burn was gone but managed to keep from pulling away. Julian rubbed gently at his reddened cheek as a reward.

“I’m going to fix that.” Julian continued talking but Wren was unaware of what the other man was saying. Trying to focus on breathing through the pain. Julian watched his fingers going in and out of the tight passage, feeling the muscles loosen. He hummed watching as the small pucker pulled every time his pulled his fingers out. Then he grinned and leaned over Wren, placing his weight on the smaller man while he licked at the shell of his ear.

“I know it hurts.” He whispered shoving his fingers in a bit harder than he needed to and pulling a cry from Wren again. “But I like my sluts loose. And you’re my good slut aren’t you?”

“AH!” Wren cried out as Julian twisted his fingers painfully inside him, he barely heard the question. “Yes sir!”

“Good. And you remember I said I take care of what’s mine?” Julian forced his forth finger into the small man.

“Yes, sir!” Wren arched, fighting against the desire to get away from the pain.

“Good boy.” Julian kissed against the trembling shoulder. “Then you know I don’t want you hurt. So we need a way for you to stay loose for me always, don’t we?”

Wren whimpered feeling fingers lightly scratching at his insides. “Yes, sir.”

Julian felt himself smile against Wren’s shoulder, moving his mouth up to his neck and kissing a bruise into it. “Good. We’re going to give you a pretty little boy pussy.” Julian lightly bit Wren’s ear lobe while the smaller man’s breath caught in his throat. “A permanent one.”

“AH!” Wren arched up when the fingers were removed and the other’s hard cock was shoved painfully into his bruising channel. Julian held his hips tightly and pressed his weight down on the smaller man thrusting harshly against him. Wren wasn’t sure what was worse, knowing he had agreed to give this man the control to do exactly as he promised, or that each painful thrust only made his own cock harder. Wren knew the worst was that he came, crying out a painfully strong release, to Julian whispering that he couldn’t wait to “fuck that pretty boy pussy raw” in his ear.

Over the following months Wren had found a rhythm. He was allowed free rein of the house, as long as he was back in their bedroom by bed time. He enjoyed spending time in the library. He found books in different languages and was slowly managing to teach himself. Julian was surprisingly helpful once he caught Wren in the library and figured out what the small man was doing.

The first time the large man had wormed his whole hand into Wren’s ass the small man had begun to hyperventilate. Julian hadn’t delivered punishment just calmly spoke soothingly into Wren’s ear, rubbed his hip and kissed his shoulder. He had even dripped more lubricant down onto his arm. The gentle flexing coupled with soft pushing and pulling to work Julian’s arm further up his ass had soothed Wren into a softly moaning writhing mess, his own pre-come forming a wet spot beneath him. That hadn’t stopped the tears or sharp cry of pain when Julian suddenly fisted his hand within Wren and yanked his hand out. Julian said that was when he saw the start of Wren’s boy pussy. Wren wasn’t convinced he had actually seen anything that night. But the next day Wren found a new copy of a book in German with an English copy to compare his notes too. It had been tied with an orange ribbon and Wren wasn’t sure if the other man had figured out his favorite color or it was a random choice.

He talked to his sister every other day on the phone, he never told her what he had done though. He told her he was living with someone he had met and felt he could love eventually. She never found the lie in his words. Sometimes Wren wondered if they were a lie or not. After all, there were times he caught himself wondering if he could learn to love the other man or not.

Then the pump was introduced. Wren decided he hated the suctioning cylinder. It left bruises around his loosening hole and made it uncomfortable for Wren to sit. They had been making progress with the inflatable toys and Julian’s fist, wren experienced less and less pain each night.

Julian had just ripped the toy from Wren’s body before shoving it back up his ass and Wren was scrambling to brace himself again. He groaned and his cock ached when he felt the toy expanding in him again.

“Just imagine, Love,” Julian whispered. Wren wasn’t sure when the term of endearment had begun to be used but he just moaned softly in return while Julian pressed his lips against his temple. “Your loose wet boy pussy accepting me with no pain or preparation needed beyond removing the plug to keep you from falling out of yourself.”

Wren cried out his release while the inflated toy was pulled from his body again without deflation, staining the sheets beneath him. He was whimpering again when Julian’s fingers gripped his prolapsing anus and began pulling and pinching. One fist working its way in while his other hand worked on pulling the flesh against his arm like a sock puppet. Then Julian’s hand was fisted and ripping out of Wren. Wren was gasping for breath when he felt the strange sensation of plastic wrapping around the prolapse. He was just turning to look when something began to suction it and he realized it was the pump Julian and shown him earlier. Wren cried again in pain instead of pleasure for the first time in weeks.

The next day Wren had limped into the kitchen and found Julian at the stove with his sleeves rolled up as he read a recipe from his phone. Wren had limped forward curious about what the other man could be making, most of the recipes Julian cooked he either had memorized or came from his stack of cook books.

“Baked Caprese Chicken.” Julian supplied when Wren was next to him.

Wren looked up at the man next to him with wide eyes. “That’s my favorite.”

“I know.” Julian leaned over and pressed a kissed against Wren’s temple. “You were so good for me last night I thought I’d treat you.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Wren felt his stomach curl expectantly at the way Julian’s eyes warmed.

A week later Wren was blushing brightly when he woke up the next morning with Julian’s mouth on his prolapsed anus, praising him for still having it out even after they’d fallen asleep.

Wren sometimes wondered if he had made the correct decision or not, giving all decisions for body autonomy up. Wren suspected Julian liked kissing nearly as much as he liked fucking him. But, as Julian had promised, when the kissing led to thrusting hips, Wren no longer cried out in pain. Instead he whimpered and writhed when the plug, that had to be inserted to keep Wren from sitting uncomfortable, was pulled from his loose hole and he slipped down to hang between the backs of his thighs. The removal of the plug nearly always resulted in his cock beginning to rise. And when Julian whispered how much he loved his slut’s “loose boy pussy” Wren would bite his lip to stop from coming before the fun really started.

Wren was drawn from his thoughts by his phone ringing, he recognized his sister’s hospital’s number and answered without hesitation, expecting to be greeted by his sister’s voice. Instead he learned he would never hear the beloved voice again.

Julian looked up from where he was slowly curling weights when he heard the door open. He smiled seeing his personal little slut walk in, even if it was rare for the other man to come in. But then he saw the look on Wren’s face and his own grin melted. Wren’s face was wrecked by tears and his eyes full of hurt and fear Julian hadn’t seen in months. Julian put his weight down and walked towards Wren.

“What am I going to do?” Wren asked staring up at the other man when the large hands encased his shoulders.

“About?” Julian asked carefully moving his hands over the smaller man, unsure what could be wrong.

“She’s dead.” Wren’s words froze Julian’s hands. “Charlotte died this morning.”

“Wren…” Julian wasn’t sure what to say. He pulled the smaller man close into a tight embrace.

“What am I going to do, Julian?” Wren wrapped his arms as far as he could around the larger man. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do any more…if I’m not trying to get her better…what good am I?”

“You’re still mine Wren.” Julian tightened his grip, feeling tears mix with sweat on his bare body. “You don’t have to do anything but be mine.”

Julian thought convincing the small man to be his would have been the hardest thing he had ever done. Holding the small frame was it shook apart in agony he couldn’t sooth away was so much harder. Julian fisted Wren’s hair and tipped his head back and covered Wren’s mouth in a demanding kiss, anything to get Wren’s focus on something other than his pain.

“You….you’ll still keep me?” Wren’s voice hitched as he stared up at the man leaning over him. “Sir?”

“You’re mine.” Julian nipped at the kiss swollen lips. “I didn’t work so hard to get your boy pussy so perfect just to give it up.”

Wren moaned softly through the tears as his body reacted to the words, trying to push out both the plug and his prolapse while his cock began to harden.

“Let me make you feel good, my pretty little slut.” Julian whispered pushing the sweatpants down and reaching for the other man’s plug. “Let me help you forget for a moment. I’ll always take care of you.”