A/N. [Demonic] anal probing leads to incontinence LOL (this is a true fact).
Summary: Voodoo dolls can save someone from years of suffering down the road.
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When Sebastian was given the task of protecting Ciel Phantomhive, that also applied to protecting him from doing harm to himself.
That included sexual activities.
The boy had a peculiar proclivity for anal stimulation that surprised Sebastian. Initially, the boy was against the very concept of anything going in there, but self-exploration one dreary day changed his tune.
Now Sebastian wasn't a prude demon butler—at least behind closed doors. He was there to serve his master in all areas of responsibility, including relief of pent up sexual frustration. He'd performed handjobs (frequently in the morning) and occasionally oral. But he hesitated with anal sex.
He'd given his finger to Ciel more than once, but when Ciel asked for him to mount him—like a dog, no less!—was when Sebastian had to pull back on the reigns.
He supposed it wasn't exactly Ciel's fault entirely, as Sebastian was encouraging the most salacious of ideas to be played out in the bedroom.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, my Lord."
Ciel was not pleased.
Sebastian explained to the huffy boy that while occasional fingers in the rear was fine, but frequent anal penetration with a large object would increase the risk of incontinence and bowel leakage.
"It doesn't have to be frequent," Ciel retorted.
"Nonetheless, I will respectfully decline. It would be most embarrassing to not only you, but the Phantomhive name, to display bouts of inability to control one's own bowels, especially in the presence of others.
Oh, that boy could hold a grudge like no other.
But Sebastian wouldn't be one hell of a butler if he didn't have a solution around this.
One day, he presented Ciel something that had him briefly questioning the butler's sanity.
"Is that supposed to be me?"
"Yes," the demon smiled back, having presented the voodoo doll that looked like a wellmade toy of the Phantomhive heir. It probably could have been sold by Funtom Corporation as a genuine product. The hairs on top had been made out of clippings when Ciel got his haircuts. What was perturbing was that he hadn't had a haircut recently, which meant that the demon might have been saving his hair…
"Why have you brought me this?"
"It is, as they call it, a voodoo doll."
"And it actually works?"
Sebastian pet the top of the voodoo doll's head, and Ciel flinched away as though someone were actually touching him.
"I may not be able to enhance your body to resist the cumulative effects of repeated anal sex, but I can stimulate you with this, infused with my power. With your permission, of course."
Ciel flushed at the situation Sebastian was offering.
Of course he would.
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The clothes had been removed from the voodoo doll. They had no power over the boy and the apparel he'd been wearing at the time, but Ciel did note that it felt as though clothes were being removed from his body despite being fully clothed still.
He sat on his bed, idly fingering the soft bedding beneath him as he watched his butler play with the doll instead of him. Well, technically he was but it wasn't the same. He could see the butler's eyes flickering over to him from where he sat, in a chair in the corner instead of between his legs where he normally was during their sessions of intimacy.
The butler's gloved hand traced a finger on the doll's jaw, and Ciel could feel a full hand cupping his cheek, running down his neck (which was hard to do considering the voodoo doll's head was directly sewn on to the body without any neck, but Sebastian made it happen), tickling his clavicle.
His breath stuttered. It was disconcerting to have someone touching him, yet no one there… Like a ghost probing at his body. Such a foreign feeling yet so familiar as it was the butler's own touch.
His body was running hot underneath all of that clothing, sweat forming at a much faster rate thanks to the lack of breathability of his garment. He closed his eyes, finding it easier and less offputting to imagine that the butler was directly touching him instead of playing with a toy.
Two hands were touching his chest, all over, alternating with pressure. Ciel peeked one eye open to see Sebastian's thumb rubbing across the chest, much like what he was experiencing. Despite it only being a thumb, it translated to an entire hand. Fascinating.
He let himself fall back into the bed, a sigh released and his arm rising up to rest across his forehead. He wiped some sweat off.
"Doing alright, young master?" Sebastian sounded just cheery.
"You know I don't like foreplay," Ciel groaned in response. He was never someone who beat around the bush; he preferred to get straight to the point in any endeavour.
Sebastian's smile did not drop, but he dropped all pretenses and angled the doll so that its lower half was presented to him.
He had given the voodoo doll a hole. A hole in which he intended to dominate with his hands.
"As you wish."
He decided to strip a hand of his glove, as he didn't think the boy would much appreciate the rough texture of a glove grinding against his internal walls. His finger went into his mouth, laved by his tongue, to supply some form of lubricant. Thankfully, he could alter the viscosity of his saliva so that it wouldn't completely be absorbed by the fabric of the voodoo doll upon entry.
He gently—very gently—probed at the doll's small opening. It was more like a hole bent and gave rather than needing to be torn apart permanently to fit something of a larger size. Thanks to his incredible and otherworldly powers, he was able to sew this.
Simply rubbed at the entrance. No definite pressure yet, but his eyes watched to note the reactions of his master. The boy shifted in the bed, squirming before planting his shoes on the bed to get better leverage, as though there was something actually there to push down upon.
"How improper, my lord—shoes on the bed!"
"You should have undressed me before you started this."
Of course. Always the butler's fault, was it not?
He experimentally applied light pressure to one side of the opening before the other, pulling gently to allow the stretching of the anal region. While this wouldn't actually do any stretching of the boy's actual anus, Ciel would certainly be able to feel it.
That wet finger then pushed in just a tip.
Ciel sucked in air through his teeth at that first step inside himself, having expected pain. Even with Sebastian's finger normally inside of him, the finger would always initially hurt to some degree before he would be able to adjust and continue. Here, with the voodoo doll, it was a pleasant surprise to find that there was no pain involved.
Pleased with the results, Sebastian allowed the finger to go in further—slowly, though. Even though it was just one finger, it would be a lot for the real Ciel. He'd built the doll a fair size, but despite it being larger than his hand, his finger still represented a well-endowed member. For Ciel to feel that for the first time in conjunction to the quality of the stitching that lined the interior of the doll must have been a lot to process. Sebastian had given the doll a sleeve on the inside for which objects such as his finger could be stuck inside, simulating Ciel's hole with a fine quality. He hoped that the fine thread count and stitching quality would translate well into the pleasure that it was supposed to express.
The boy let out a bark that sounded like a pain, but it warbled into a moan that simmered into frequent groans. Accompanying it was shifting of the hips, grinding down into the bed and his knees bumping together, teasing his swelling crotch.
While Sebastian was doing that with his index finger, his thumb moved to rub at the area on the voodoo doll directly above the opening. There was no actual genitalia sewn in—he'd definitely have to consider doing that in the future, as it would allow him greater precision and manipulation, but for now, it was a blank slate—but the boy would still feel application of pressure there.
Ciel jerked his hips up, tugging at his pants in a sudden irresistible urge to fondle his own groin. The surge of pleasure that jolted this reaction only continued to grow as the thumb massaged the featureless area. Small hands gripped at a pubescent groin, coaxing it to full length as his remotely-aided-masturbation commenced.
The finger moved in and out, mimicking the movements of sexual intercourse. He looked on hungrily as his young master responded like a well-played puppet. Face blushing, muscles jumping, gripping a fistful of his hair as that tip touched the little bundle of fibers that made up his prostate. The smell of his master, of his soul, leaked from the sweat and arousal and precum that was dribbling over the inexperienced fingers that tried to coax the length into submission, into cumming for him…
One of the perks to having sex via a voodoo doll was that a finger in a voodoo doll could do things that a regular penis could not.
That mischievous finger began tickling at the bundle of fibers.
Ciel's vision burst with sparkles of colours as he was overstimulated, voice catching and body seizing like a puppet was forgetting how to act. Sebastian's fingers had been able to do this in the past, when they were actually in him, but this was something much larger exciting his prostate. Short bursts of his noises came from him before he hit his orgasm, unfortunately spoiling his expensive clothing. His hand remained gripping his length for well over a minute as he tried to catch his breath, hand twitching. When Sebastian withdrew his finger, Ciel whimpered, glutted for pleasure and intolerable to any more during his refractory period.
He released his length, allowing it to fall to his stomach, letting himself lie there for a few more moments before he lifted his upper half onto his arms to look at the mess he'd made of his clothes. He scowled, making Sebastian smile at how quickly the boy could remember to ruin a good mood for himself.
"Ah, it appears you've made yet another mess. Whatever will we do with you, young master?"
Mismatched eyes glanced up, blinking the fogginess away from them. "Again… your fault," the boy panted out, finally managing to stop breathing so heavily through his mouth.
His little master was a hedonist behind closed doors, he'd reckon. That voodoo doll was certainly going to get a lot of good use.