Bred & Blooming

A DevotedSub Books Collection

Volume 6

by Devoted Sub

To my husband, my Dom, my Twin Flame. My love, my strength, my courage, and the soul who awakened the parts of me I never knew howto set free.

You believed in me when my own faith had all but vanished. You saw a writer where I saw doubt, a voice where I heard silence, a futurewhere I saw only limits — and gave me the courage to put my wordsinto the world and dare to call myself an author.

You never wrote my stories for me or walked the road in my place. You gave me something more precious: the strength and courage tobelieve I deserved to walk this path, the confidence to believe inmyself, and the faith to know I could do this.

You taught me that when life knocks you down, you get back up, and you never fail. Failure is never found in falling, but in giving up.As long as I keep rising, keep trying, and refuse to surrender, Iwill never truly fail.

If my words reach the world, your love gave them wings. If my stories outlive me, a part of you will live on in every word.

You are my love by choice, my Dom by devotion, my Twin Flame by a bond that transcends the ordinary, and my forever by a promise Icarry willingly.

What is claimed is loved. What is loved is kept. What is kept is bound. What is bound is never abandoned.

And so, upon these pages, I carry the title you bestowed upon me, my most cherished one: Devoted Sub. Not simply a name beneath astory, but a name born of our bond, carried with pride, and foreverentwined with the man who gave it to me.

With all that I am, all that I create, and all that I will ever become,

Forever yours,

Your Devoted Sub.

Contents

1. Bred Full

2. Bred Weekend

3. Owned at the Club

4. Salvaged: The Captain's Claim

5. Stormbound

6. Trained Good

Bred Full

Isaac was forty years old and he had wanted this night for weeks. Peter was twenty-eight, his femboy, his pretty little sub, and he had been promised a breeding night for three days straight. Isaac had kept him waiting on purpose. He had kept Peter on edge with touches in the kitchen and kisses that stopped too soon and a hand down his pants that was taken away before anything could happen. Now the house was quiet and the bedroom door was locked and Isaac stood in the doorway with nothing on and a cock already hard enough to hurt. He stroked it slow, watching Peter, letting the boy see exactly what was coming for him. Peter's eyes were fixed on it, wide and hungry and a little scared, and Isaac smiled slow and mean.

Peter lay on the bed in nothing but his underwear, soft cotton stretched tight over his pretty hips. Isaac watched him tremble and licked his lips slow.

- Come here.
- Strip first, or do you want me to tear them off you. Your choice, boy.

Peter stood up so fast he nearly tripped and got the underwear off himself. Isaac liked that. Obedient. His cock hung small and soft and his whole pretty body shook with nerves and want. Isaac crossed the room and put a hand on Peter's jaw and tilted his face up.

- On your knees, boy.

Peter dropped. His knees hit the rug and Isaac stepped close and took his own cock in his fist and tapped the head against Peter's cheek. Thick, long, veined, dripping already at the slit. Peter's mouth opened without being told and Isaac pushed the head in and watched Peter's lips stretch around him.

- Open wider.
- Tongue out. Yeah, just like that.
- Look at me while I fuck your throat.

Isaac set a hand on the back of Peter's head and drove in deep. Peter gagged once and then relaxed his throat and took it. Isaac loved how fast he learned. He loved the wet sloppy sounds Peter made around him, the drool running down Peter's chin, the way Peter's eyes watered and stayed locked on his. Isaac fucked his throat steady and slow at first, letting the boy taste him, letting him work the shaft with his tongue, and then he started moving harder, thrusting deep enough that his balls slapped Peter's chin.

- That's my boy. Suck it.
- Keep your hands behind your back. Mouth only.
- God, your throat. Squeeze around me, Peter.

Peter moaned around the cock and the vibration ran straight up Isaac's spine. His throat clamped down and Isaac felt his balls pull tight. He wasn't going to finish here. Not this time. He wanted the first load deep inside Peter's ass. He pulled out with a wet pop and Peter gasped and coughed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, still on his knees, still waiting.

- Stand up. Bed. Hands and knees.

Peter scrambled onto the bed and got into position. Isaac stood behind him and ran his hands up the backs of Peter's thighs and spread his cheeks open wide. Peter's hole was pink and tight and already slick with the lube Isaac had told him to put in before dinner. Isaac spat directly onto it anyway and watched the spit run down over his hole and his balls.

- You been ready for this all day.
- Tell me what tonight is.

Peter's voice shook.

- Breeding night, sir.

- Louder.
- Breeding night, sir. You said you'd put it in me till I'm full.

Isaac pushed two fingers in slow and Peter groaned and pushed back onto them. Isaac worked him open, scissoring the fingers, stretching him, feeling the tight ring give. Then a third finger. Peter's moans went high and thin and his cock dripped precome onto the sheet below.

- You gonna take my whole cock, boy.
- I'm going to fill you so full you leak for a day.
- I'm going to put a baby in you, Peter. That's what you're for.

Isaac lined the head of his cock up with Peter's hole and pushed. The head was fat and the ring stretched and Peter cried out and grabbed the sheets. Isaac gave him a second, then drove the rest of the way in one long hard thrust. Peter screamed into the mattress.

- Take it.
- All of it. Every inch.

Isaac bottomed out and held himself there, buried to the root, feeling Peter's insides squeeze and flutter around him. He waited until Peter's breathing steadied and then he started to fuck him. Slow first. Long deep strokes, dragging out until just the head stayed in and then slamming back in all the way. Peter moaned with every stroke. His whole body rocked forward and Isaac held his hips and kept him in place.

- Milan. You're so tight.
- Look at you taking me. My pretty boy.
- Gonna breed you so good.

Isaac's balls slapped against Peter's ass with every thrust. The sounds filled the room — skin on skin, Peter's broken moans, Isaac's low grunts. Isaac reached under and wrapped his hand around Peter's cock and started stroking him in time with the thrusts. Peter bucked between his hand and Isaac's cock and cried out.

- Don't you dare come yet.
- Not till I say. You hold it.

Peter whimpered and nodded. Isaac sped up. He pounded into him now, hard and fast, the bed shaking, Peter's ass bouncing back against him. His hand worked Peter's cock fast. Peter was sobbing with it, begging wordlessly, and Isaac could feel his own load building.

- Come with me, boy. On my count.
- Three. Two. One. Come for me.

Peter came hard, shooting over Isaac's fist, and Isaac slammed in deep and held himself buried and felt his cock pulse. The first load hit. Rope after rope of hot come flooded Peter's insides. Isaac groaned loud and kept himself pressed deep, grinding, making sure every drop got in.

- Take it all, Peter.
- That's my seed in you. That's where it belongs.

Isaac stayed inside him, still hard. He never went soft for long. He started moving again, slow, dragging his cock through his own come, and Peter's hole was slicker now, easier, the come squelching inside him with every stroke.

- Round two, boy.
- You thought one was enough. That's cute.

He fucked him steady, deep thrusts, and Peter's body was loose now, taking it, his moans lazy and drunk. Isaac bent forward over him and bit his shoulder hard enough to leave marks. Peter cried out and clenched around him.

- Harder, sir, please.

- You heard the boy.

Isaac reared up and pounded him. He wanted to see it drip. He wanted to see his come pushed out and rammed back in. He fucked Peter brutal and fast, and when his second load built he pulled out just enough to watch the first load leak out of Peter's stretched hole in a slow white stream, and then he drove back in and came again, harder, groaning, flooding him a second time.

- Milan. Milan, yes.
- Full of me. Bred full.

Peter was panting, shaking, his arms barely holding him up. Isaac stroked his back, slow and possessive, and leaned down to kiss the nape of his neck.

- You smell like me, boy. You smell like sex and come and mine.
- Every inch of you is mine tonight.

- Flip over. On your back.

Peter rolled over and Isaac pushed his knees up to his chest and spread him open. Peter's hole was red and swollen and leaking come down over his balls. Isaac looked at it and groaned.

- Look at that. Look what I did to you.
- Still hungry, boy.

Isaac dropped to his knees and put his mouth on Peter's hole. He licked the come and spit and sweat off him and pushed his tongue inside, tasting himself and tasting Peter, and Peter screamed and grabbed Isaac's hair. Isaac ate his ass deep and slow, tongue pushing in and out, licking around the rim, and then he moved lower and took Peter's cock into his mouth. Peter's cock was small and sensitive and Isaac sucked it gently at first, then harder, hollowing his cheeks, and Peter's hips bucked.

- Isaac. Sir. Please.

Isaac pulled off with a pop.

- You want my cock again.
- Then ask nice.

Peter's face was flushed and wrecked.

- Please, sir. Please fuck me again. Fill me again.

Isaac climbed over him and pushed his knees wider and lined up and slid back into the slick hot mess of Peter's ass. It was so easy now, so wet, and Peter moaned long and loud. Isaac fucked him in missionary, slow and deep, looking into his eyes, holding him pinned.

- You're mine, Peter.
- This hole is mine. This body is mine.
- I'm going to keep you full every night if I want.

Peter wrapped his legs around Isaac's waist and pulled him deeper. Isaac's thrusts got harder. The come inside Peter squelched with every stroke, leaking out around Isaac's cock and running down to the sheets. Peter's cock rubbed against Isaac's stomach and left wet streaks of precome.

- Kiss me.

Peter kissed him frantic and Isaac fucked him through it, tongue in his mouth, cock in his ass, owning him completely. Isaac's third load was building. He could feel it deep in his balls. He broke the kiss and bit ...