Master 1/?kinkmistressOctober 30 2011, 00:17:54 UTC
He doesn't know what is worse, knowing that he can't escape, or knowing it is a man who owns him so completely.
The chains jingle as he is pulled forward, the large man looking at him closely as he stumbles and falls. He grunts as he gets back up, which proves to be quite the task with both hands bound together. He sees him smirking, he looks him straight in the eye. He's cocky and cocky is dangerous but he doesn't care. He's certain his cocky nature managed to save his life more than once.
The large man yanks his chain again, but he was expecting it this time and follows the movement perfectly, keeping upright. There is less than a foot in-between them now and the panic is starting to bubble up again. No matter how often they do this the panic wont seem to subside. And though he tries to act like he's not, the large man smirks as if he can smell his fear on the air. And with one yank from his large hands he is at his side, pulled forward so roughly that his stomach slams against the arm of the chair knocking the air from his lungs. He gasps for air as he is pulled into the large man his lap, laying across it like a child waiting to be punished.
"What a lovely position this is." He speaks, his voice so deep it seems to thunder through his chest; and he find an involuntary shiver run through his bones. His hands hang over the armrest, held there tightly by a hand much stronger than his own. His legs hanging over the other armrest behind him and his chest is hanging over the muscular legs beneath him. Legs that have outran him several times already.
A large hand appears on his lower back and he bites his lip so not to make a sound. The hand moves slowly, feeling down the soft flesh of his ass, covered only by the thin fabric of his tunic. He can't keep a shiver from running up his spine as the large hand squeezes him there. When the hand moves to his thigh he can feel tears brimming behind his eyes but he wills them away. The hand touches his thigh, rubbing up and down slowly before moving in-between his legs. He tries to close his legs but a harsh yank on his chain nearly pulls his arm from its socket.
The hand moves in-between his legs, touching him through the thin fabric, large hands, rough hands, squeezing him so gently it brings tears to his eyes. And flashes of memories...
Re: Master 2/?kinkmistressOctober 30 2011, 00:44:36 UTC
The first time was the worst, it was about victory, about winning. He remembers the pain of feeling him break his arm, the teeth at his neck, the taste of blood in his mouth.
A hard squeeze brings him back to reality. Tears in his eyes as he shivers, both in fear and.. something else. Something much more dangerous. He squeezes him again and his body reacts, shivering as his manhood awakens in his hand, bringing a dark chuckle from his lips. "You like that?" He doesn't respond, waiting for the large hand to retreat, which it does. He's on his thigh again, rubbing softly, making little playful shivers run up his spine, as if it was a welcome touch, a lovers touch.
After the first time he had left him, locked away, and he had accepted death then, laying on the cold stone as if it was his deathbed. And he would have chosen death, if he had been allowed to choose.
The hand moves away from him as he tries to keep his breathing under control, unable to read his expression from this position. A sudden slap to his ass makes him gasp so loud he coughs. Another deep chuckle. He bites his lip not to make any sound as the hand comes down for another rough slap. He presses his eyes closed.
He wished for death a lot, when he was cruel but mostly when he wasn't. When he was cruel he could fight back, scream and cry, bite and scratch- Anything! But when he was being kind... when those large hands brought him to the brink of pleasure. Those moments were the worst. An animal he could fight off, but his own body?
The slaps stop as suddenly as they started and he is sure his ass will be red and raw. The hand is back, touching him softly. "You're such a little whore." He comments as he slides his hand beneath the thin fabric. His hand feels cool against his skin. He pulls the fabric away from him, leaving him naked from the waist down. He presses his head down against his leg, biting down on his lip to force the tears from his eyes, but he can barely keep them from falling.
He humms softly, touching the raw skin of his ass before spreading the cheeks. "Do you want me to prepare you? Or would you rather I fuck you raw?" The amusement rang through his voice with the promise of pain he couldn't imagine. His heart ached. as tears fell from his face, biting his lip so hard he could taste blood. "Sure you want to keep quiet boy? Or maybe you like it raw?" He fought it, his heart pounding in his chest, the panic in his blood. But he couldn't help it... "P-praperation..." He said, his voice cracking a he did. A low chuckle. "What was that?" No, no, no... he wouldn't surrender, not like this, not like this dammit. The impatient fingers pinched at his red cheeks, making him hiss. "P-praperation...p-please." Tears were falling freely now and it took all his dignity to keep from sobbing aloud. Shan Yu just laughed. "As you wish."
Re: Master 3/?kinkmistressOctober 30 2011, 01:15:52 UTC
He thought it hurt to have his body broken, to be beaten to a pulp and fucked to a mere inch of his life. But he didn't know pain until he started treating him kindly.
The oil feels cool on his skin, but he is much to scared to enjoy it. He opens his cheeks again and starts rubbing the oil on the little muscle he finds there. The large fingers tease his entrance, the amount of oil dripping down in-between his legs, making goosebumps appear on his skin. His fingers dig into his wrists, bound together tightly. The finger draws lazy circles around the muscle, warming the skin there. And soon he feels it enter him. He bites down on the fabric o his pants to keep from making a sound, drawing a pleasing noise from his lips. "There we go..." He purrs.
The finger enters him easily and with practiced ease. Just the tip, than the entire finger begins entering him and he can feel him grow hard beneath him as he purrs contently. "No matter how often we do this... you're still so tight." He bites down on the fabric, tries pulling on his arms but the resistance on them makes that nearly impossible. His shoulders shake as he sobs quietly.
He fingers him lazily, pressing in a second finger without to much trouble, teasing the muscle to relax around him, getting him used to it. A second hand appears in his hair and he shakes but doesn't make a sound. The fabric is removed from his hair, making his long black hair spill over his shoulders. It's grown longer since before... "You're so pretty... like a woman." He says before jabbing the two fingers in a bit harshly. "Do you like being treated like a woman?" He holds his breath as the fingers move in and out of him, slicking his entrance. A third finger joins them and he bites back a whimper.
When the thick fingers are removed from him he releases the breath he didn't realize he had been holding. The legs beneath him move up and he is shoved off his lap roughly, meeting the dirt face-first. He sits on his knees and looks up at him, seeing his dark eyes looking him up and down. He can almost feel them run him up and down, bringing out the fear that never truly left. "Take it off." He said, motioning his hand for him to do just that. He swallowed dryly before pulling the remaining article of clothing over his head, looking him in the eye as if his lip wasn't bleeding and his face wasn't tear-stained. "How nice." He spoke softly and he knew what he meant.
His chest had become a map, scars, bite-marks, bruises. He wore the proof of his ministrations with him everyday. And no water or rough brush could ever cleanse him off that, and they both knew it.
He stands and looks down at him as if he might crawl away in fear, grovel at his feet and beg him to stop. But he wouldn't, he wouldn't ever. That was a victory he wouldn't let him have. So when he stood before him he didn't move just sat on his knees and waited for him to do something. He grabbed his hair and yanked him up to his feet, making him hiss. Once he was on his feet however he moved his chained wrists to strike him. He didn't make it that far however when the chain was yanked and he nearly fell over again. A loud laugh boomed from him. "Such a naughty little slave."
Re: Master 4/?kinkmistressOctober 30 2011, 01:52:51 UTC
His hands were lifted up over his head, forcing him to arch his back and press his bare chest against his still clothed one. He towered over him and had to bend down to reach him. His jaw was clenched and he glared at him with all his might. When they were face to face the thought of spitting in his face came to mind but a second hand on his groin made him gasp instead. He closed his eyes and bit his still bleeding lip. He knew He was watching him, reading his every expression as his fist closed around him.
The fist started stroking him and he felt his body shake in response, hips jerking. Those lips were on his neck, lapping at his sweat, tasting him, sharp teeth nipping at the skin, and that hand gripped him so tightly and oh... The moan came before he realized, spilling from his lips like another defeat. And he could feel him chuckle against his collarbone. "Feels good doesn't it?" He shook his head quickly, tears spilling from his eyes. "No? Maybe because it's the front. Would you like it more from the back?" The hand released his dick and moved to his back where it jabbed a finger into his already slick entrance.
He sobbed softly as he tried to keep his eyes closed, tried to keep from looking at him. His tongue licked up his face, tasting the blood that had spilled there. "Better?" He shook his head again as the finger pressed inside him. "Hmm, you sure are picky. Luckily I've got something much nicer for you."
He removed his hands from him again and he opened his eyes, feeling hot tears stream down his face as his chain was yanked.
He sat down in his chair and undid his pants with the hand that wasn't clutching his chain. He didn't need to look to know what his dick looked like. He knew it all to well. It was long and thick like everything about him. He was pulled close and forced to stand in front of him. Where those dark eyes looked him up and down again, chuckling darkly at the sight before him. "I hate you." The words were out before he thought about them. Not that there was much to think about. Shan Yu didn't seem to mind. "That's good, that's what I like about you."
He was turned around and his arms were pulled back over his head making his strain his arm muscles most uncomfortably. He grabbed his waist and pulled him down on him forcing him down on him. It hurt, it always did, no matter how much he was spread. The thick heat entered him completely raising a groan from the man behind him. His entire body shook as it tried to encompass the thickness. A disgusting feeling that made his dick twitch.
He could sit on his knees so he wouldn't have to carry his own weight. But his arms were pulled back behind him so uncomfortably that he had to lean against his chest if he wanted to avoid ripping the muscle. The lips were at his ear, breathing hotly as the free hand held down his hips. "You fit so nicely..." he purred, biting his neck. The free hand moved up his chest and captured one of his nipples, rolling the little nub in-between his fingers. He made a sound between a squeak and a groan and the lips formed a smirk against his neck. "Come on baby, move for your master."
He wouldn't move, no matter what he wouldn't move. His tongue flicked against his ear, sucking on his earlobe as his large hand traveled down his body. Before long those fingers were folded around his dick again, but they didn't move. They just held his dick in hand, slick with sweat and oil, hot around his already hot organ. His hips bucked involuntarily and he whined. "Frustrating? Than move!" The voice at his ear was demanding but he didn't move his hand, he kept his own hips perfectly still. A second longer he managed to hold still before his hips jerked up suddenly, moving up over his dick and into the waiting hand. The friction against his dick combined with the feeling of that thick heat moving inside him was enough to make him moan.
Re: Master 5/5kinkmistressOctober 30 2011, 02:22:12 UTC
More tears spilled as he moved down, impaling himself slowly. And oh, how he wished it hurt. And as he moved up he moaned again. The hand it's grip became looser, making for very little friction, and he whined when he had to thrust up even more to reach it, nearly pulling out completely. And a low chuckle was heard as the hand removed itself from his dick and instead forced his hips down. He was impaled so harshly he cried out. His voice cracking.
The hand was on his thigh now, rubbing softly, moving up to barely graze his dick before moving back down. But he was moving up again anyway, feeling the thick heat extract from him before being pressed down again. And a sick warmth pooled in his stomach each time he did. "You're such a little whore... always complaining so much, but now look at you."
He moved up again before being slammed down, gasping at the feel of him. But the tears wouldn't stop falling. He let him ride him slowly for a few more seconds before the chain around his hands was released. He pulled his arms back and felt the muscles complain as they were finally able to relax.
He was suddenly pushed forward and forced on his knees, the had moved off the chair and were on the ground, two hands holding his hips so he was buried inside him still. He wanted to lean on his arms but they ached and forced him to bend down with his face in the dirt as Shan Yu held up his hips. He moved him off him, making him arch his back before slamming into him suddenly, somehow filling him even deeper than before. And he cried out, nails digging into his hands. He started fucking him, forcing his hips to slam back against him so he could feel him completely. The sound of flesh hitting flesh. He wasn't even touching him, but with each time he filled him he thought he might cum. And as the rhythm became steady he started breathing and moaning as if he might. But even now, when his mind and body had been thoroughly overruled by pleasure he couldn't stop the tears from spilling.
"Such a little whore you are." He moaned in his ear, heavy chest leaning over his back as he filled him again. And when that hand clenched around him, it was all he could do not to cry out then.
It took two more thrusts for him to cry his release, feeling him spill his seed in the large hand, his body clenching around the intrusion so much he bit into his shoulder, thrusting into him once more to release into his already sore body. He held his hips until he had emptied himself completely, softening inside him before removing himself with a sickening 'pop'
He collapsed on the floor, his body aching as he tried to breathe. He would have been happy to die there, on the floor, in the dust. He would have welcomed it, but instead that large hand grabbed his forearm and lifted him up the floor before throwing him back in his cell, where the cold stone floor brought no relief. And as his eyes slipped closed he could hear that dark chuckle again, and felt it echo through the walls of his mind.
The chains jingle as he is pulled forward, the large man looking at him closely as he stumbles and falls. He grunts as he gets back up, which proves to be quite the task with both hands bound together.
He sees him smirking, he looks him straight in the eye. He's cocky and cocky is dangerous but he doesn't care. He's certain his cocky nature managed to save his life more than once.
The large man yanks his chain again, but he was expecting it this time and follows the movement perfectly, keeping upright. There is less than a foot in-between them now and the panic is starting to bubble up again. No matter how often they do this the panic wont seem to subside. And though he tries to act like he's not, the large man smirks as if he can smell his fear on the air.
And with one yank from his large hands he is at his side, pulled forward so roughly that his stomach slams against the arm of the chair knocking the air from his lungs.
He gasps for air as he is pulled into the large man his lap, laying across it like a child waiting to be punished.
"What a lovely position this is." He speaks, his voice so deep it seems to thunder through his chest; and he find an involuntary shiver run through his bones.
His hands hang over the armrest, held there tightly by a hand much stronger than his own. His legs hanging over the other armrest behind him and his chest is hanging over the muscular legs beneath him. Legs that have outran him several times already.
A large hand appears on his lower back and he bites his lip so not to make a sound.
The hand moves slowly, feeling down the soft flesh of his ass, covered only by the thin fabric of his tunic. He can't keep a shiver from running up his spine as the large hand squeezes him there. When the hand moves to his thigh he can feel tears brimming behind his eyes but he wills them away.
The hand touches his thigh, rubbing up and down slowly before moving in-between his legs. He tries to close his legs but a harsh yank on his chain nearly pulls his arm from its socket.
The hand moves in-between his legs, touching him through the thin fabric, large hands, rough hands, squeezing him so gently it brings tears to his eyes. And flashes of memories...
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A hard squeeze brings him back to reality. Tears in his eyes as he shivers, both in fear and.. something else. Something much more dangerous.
He squeezes him again and his body reacts, shivering as his manhood awakens in his hand, bringing a dark chuckle from his lips.
"You like that?"
He doesn't respond, waiting for the large hand to retreat, which it does. He's on his thigh again, rubbing softly, making little playful shivers run up his spine, as if it was a welcome touch, a lovers touch.
After the first time he had left him, locked away, and he had accepted death then, laying on the cold stone as if it was his deathbed. And he would have chosen death, if he had been allowed to choose.
The hand moves away from him as he tries to keep his breathing under control, unable to read his expression from this position. A sudden slap to his ass makes him gasp so loud he coughs. Another deep chuckle. He bites his lip not to make any sound as the hand comes down for another rough slap. He presses his eyes closed.
He wished for death a lot, when he was cruel but mostly when he wasn't.
When he was cruel he could fight back, scream and cry, bite and scratch- Anything! But when he was being kind... when those large hands brought him to the brink of pleasure. Those moments were the worst. An animal he could fight off, but his own body?
The slaps stop as suddenly as they started and he is sure his ass will be red and raw. The hand is back, touching him softly. "You're such a little whore." He comments as he slides his hand beneath the thin fabric.
His hand feels cool against his skin. He pulls the fabric away from him, leaving him naked from the waist down. He presses his head down against his leg, biting down on his lip to force the tears from his eyes, but he can barely keep them from falling.
He humms softly, touching the raw skin of his ass before spreading the cheeks. "Do you want me to prepare you? Or would you rather I fuck you raw?" The amusement rang through his voice with the promise of pain he couldn't imagine.
His heart ached. as tears fell from his face, biting his lip so hard he could taste blood.
"Sure you want to keep quiet boy? Or maybe you like it raw?" He fought it, his heart pounding in his chest, the panic in his blood. But he couldn't help it... "P-praperation..." He said, his voice cracking a he did. A low chuckle. "What was that?" No, no, no... he wouldn't surrender, not like this, not like this dammit.
The impatient fingers pinched at his red cheeks, making him hiss. "P-praperation...p-please." Tears were falling freely now and it took all his dignity to keep from sobbing aloud. Shan Yu just laughed. "As you wish."
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The oil feels cool on his skin, but he is much to scared to enjoy it. He opens his cheeks again and starts rubbing the oil on the little muscle he finds there. The large fingers tease his entrance, the amount of oil dripping down in-between his legs, making goosebumps appear on his skin. His fingers dig into his wrists, bound together tightly.
The finger draws lazy circles around the muscle, warming the skin there. And soon he feels it enter him. He bites down on the fabric o his pants to keep from making a sound, drawing a pleasing noise from his lips. "There we go..." He purrs.
The finger enters him easily and with practiced ease. Just the tip, than the entire finger begins entering him and he can feel him grow hard beneath him as he purrs contently. "No matter how often we do this... you're still so tight."
He bites down on the fabric, tries pulling on his arms but the resistance on them makes that nearly impossible. His shoulders shake as he sobs quietly.
He fingers him lazily, pressing in a second finger without to much trouble, teasing the muscle to relax around him, getting him used to it.
A second hand appears in his hair and he shakes but doesn't make a sound. The fabric is removed from his hair, making his long black hair spill over his shoulders. It's grown longer since before... "You're so pretty... like a woman." He says before jabbing the two fingers in a bit harshly. "Do you like being treated like a woman?" He holds his breath as the fingers move in and out of him, slicking his entrance. A third finger joins them and he bites back a whimper.
When the thick fingers are removed from him he releases the breath he didn't realize he had been holding.
The legs beneath him move up and he is shoved off his lap roughly, meeting the dirt face-first. He sits on his knees and looks up at him, seeing his dark eyes looking him up and down. He can almost feel them run him up and down, bringing out the fear that never truly left. "Take it off." He said, motioning his hand for him to do just that.
He swallowed dryly before pulling the remaining article of clothing over his head, looking him in the eye as if his lip wasn't bleeding and his face wasn't tear-stained.
"How nice." He spoke softly and he knew what he meant.
His chest had become a map, scars, bite-marks, bruises. He wore the proof of his ministrations with him everyday. And no water or rough brush could ever cleanse him off that, and they both knew it.
He stands and looks down at him as if he might crawl away in fear, grovel at his feet and beg him to stop. But he wouldn't, he wouldn't ever. That was a victory he wouldn't let him have.
So when he stood before him he didn't move just sat on his knees and waited for him to do something.
He grabbed his hair and yanked him up to his feet, making him hiss. Once he was on his feet however he moved his chained wrists to strike him. He didn't make it that far however when the chain was yanked and he nearly fell over again. A loud laugh boomed from him.
"Such a naughty little slave."
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He towered over him and had to bend down to reach him. His jaw was clenched and he glared at him with all his might. When they were face to face the thought of spitting in his face came to mind but a second hand on his groin made him gasp instead. He closed his eyes and bit his still bleeding lip. He knew He was watching him, reading his every expression as his fist closed around him.
The fist started stroking him and he felt his body shake in response, hips jerking. Those lips were on his neck, lapping at his sweat, tasting him, sharp teeth nipping at the skin, and that hand gripped him so tightly and oh...
The moan came before he realized, spilling from his lips like another defeat. And he could feel him chuckle against his collarbone. "Feels good doesn't it?" He shook his head quickly, tears spilling from his eyes. "No? Maybe because it's the front. Would you like it more from the back?" The hand released his dick and moved to his back where it jabbed a finger into his already slick entrance.
He sobbed softly as he tried to keep his eyes closed, tried to keep from looking at him.
His tongue licked up his face, tasting the blood that had spilled there. "Better?" He shook his head again as the finger pressed inside him. "Hmm, you sure are picky. Luckily I've got something much nicer for you."
He removed his hands from him again and he opened his eyes, feeling hot tears stream down his face as his chain was yanked.
He sat down in his chair and undid his pants with the hand that wasn't clutching his chain. He didn't need to look to know what his dick looked like. He knew it all to well. It was long and thick like everything about him.
He was pulled close and forced to stand in front of him. Where those dark eyes looked him up and down again, chuckling darkly at the sight before him. "I hate you." The words were out before he thought about them. Not that there was much to think about. Shan Yu didn't seem to mind. "That's good, that's what I like about you."
He was turned around and his arms were pulled back over his head making his strain his arm muscles most uncomfortably. He grabbed his waist and pulled him down on him forcing him down on him. It hurt, it always did, no matter how much he was spread. The thick heat entered him completely raising a groan from the man behind him. His entire body shook as it tried to encompass the thickness. A disgusting feeling that made his dick twitch.
He could sit on his knees so he wouldn't have to carry his own weight. But his arms were pulled back behind him so uncomfortably that he had to lean against his chest if he wanted to avoid ripping the muscle.
The lips were at his ear, breathing hotly as the free hand held down his hips. "You fit so nicely..." he purred, biting his neck. The free hand moved up his chest and captured one of his nipples, rolling the little nub in-between his fingers. He made a sound between a squeak and a groan and the lips formed a smirk against his neck. "Come on baby, move for your master."
He wouldn't move, no matter what he wouldn't move.
His tongue flicked against his ear, sucking on his earlobe as his large hand traveled down his body. Before long those fingers were folded around his dick again, but they didn't move. They just held his dick in hand, slick with sweat and oil, hot around his already hot organ. His hips bucked involuntarily and he whined. "Frustrating? Than move!" The voice at his ear was demanding but he didn't move his hand, he kept his own hips perfectly still.
A second longer he managed to hold still before his hips jerked up suddenly, moving up over his dick and into the waiting hand.
The friction against his dick combined with the feeling of that thick heat moving inside him was enough to make him moan.
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The hand was on his thigh now, rubbing softly, moving up to barely graze his dick before moving back down. But he was moving up again anyway, feeling the thick heat extract from him before being pressed down again. And a sick warmth pooled in his stomach each time he did.
"You're such a little whore... always complaining so much, but now look at you."
He moved up again before being slammed down, gasping at the feel of him. But the tears wouldn't stop falling.
He let him ride him slowly for a few more seconds before the chain around his hands was released. He pulled his arms back and felt the muscles complain as they were finally able to relax.
He was suddenly pushed forward and forced on his knees, the had moved off the chair and were on the ground, two hands holding his hips so he was buried inside him still. He wanted to lean on his arms but they ached and forced him to bend down with his face in the dirt as Shan Yu held up his hips.
He moved him off him, making him arch his back before slamming into him suddenly, somehow filling him even deeper than before. And he cried out, nails digging into his hands.
He started fucking him, forcing his hips to slam back against him so he could feel him completely. The sound of flesh hitting flesh. He wasn't even touching him, but with each time he filled him he thought he might cum. And as the rhythm became steady he started breathing and moaning as if he might. But even now, when his mind and body had been thoroughly overruled by pleasure he couldn't stop the tears from spilling.
"Such a little whore you are." He moaned in his ear, heavy chest leaning over his back as he filled him again. And when that hand clenched around him, it was all he could do not to cry out then.
It took two more thrusts for him to cry his release, feeling him spill his seed in the large hand, his body clenching around the intrusion so much he bit into his shoulder, thrusting into him once more to release into his already sore body.
He held his hips until he had emptied himself completely, softening inside him before removing himself with a sickening 'pop'
He collapsed on the floor, his body aching as he tried to breathe. He would have been happy to die there, on the floor, in the dust. He would have welcomed it, but instead that large hand grabbed his forearm and lifted him up the floor before throwing him back in his cell, where the cold stone floor brought no relief. And as his eyes slipped closed he could hear that dark chuckle again, and felt it echo through the walls of his mind.
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