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.
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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