“Strip…”
The air hitched in Slater’s lungs as the order wormed under his skin. Hands trembling, he peeled the hoodie off, and cast it aside. His fingers struggled with the belt, undid the button. He jumped to his feet, pushed his jeans down along with his underwear, and fell to his knees. A heavy wall of arousal rushed from his lower belly up to his chest. Flooding his head, it wiped all thoughts from his mind, leaving only desire behind.
Stealing a glance up, he saw Talha’s face softening with a hint of arousal.
Yes, Master, yes... He held his breath, when a cold shoe sole pressed to his shoulder, slid down his chest, and rubbed his nipple, leaving behind a burning trail. Pain and pleasure tightened his spine, making him thrust his chest forward, embracing everything Talha was willing to give. Every cell in his body begged, falling apart with the overwhelming mix of sensations. Yes, look at me...
Talha’s foot slid down his belly, pressed to his lower abdomen, and inched down to his painfully hard cock.
“Arghhhh…” Squeezing his teeth together, Slater groaned, every muscle tensed, absorbing the pain. Small, rickety breaths pulsed from his mouth, and for a heartbeat, he was sure he’d cum. The room swam in front of his eyes. Leaning forward, he rested his forehead on Talha’s knee, drowning in the sensation. The pain intensified, crushing his balls, and he whimpered. Licking Talha’s black pants, he shot a glance up. His heart skipped a beat, then leaped forward, crashing against his ribs as his eyes connected with a gaze full of undisguised lust. The same maddening lust that made him lean forward and press his flat tongue against the bulge of Talha’s pants.
Yes, Master. No one but me…
“Turn around. Face to the ground, ass up.”
“Master…” His pathetic, needy moan resounded in his ears as he rushed to obey. His cheek pressed to the fluffy carpet then froze, waiting for Talha to continue.
TALHA’S HEAD SWIRLED, as he ogled the round globes that moved up and down, as the small of Slater’s back contracted with the primal need. With every sway, his ass provided Talha with a perfect view of the tight, pink hole, whitened cane scars, and clean-shaved balls, that drew up with a building orgasm.
Unable to resist the urge to touch Slater’s skin, Talha leaned forward.
SLAP. His palm connected with the right butt-cheek, making the younger man flinch, then moan.
“What was it that you wanted so bad that you came back, Slater? My cock?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Huh? So fucking needy…”
Cheek pressed to the carpet, Slater begged, placing his knees wide apart, giving Talha a better view. “Hurt me, Master.”
“Do you deserve it?”
Slater squirmed. His back, covered with thick whip scars, tensed. His ass lowered, and he admitted, “No?”
“Then why should I please you?” Talha groaned inwardly, knowing his voice betrayed his bluff.
“Slater would do anything for Master…” Even knowing that the reaper had said this because it worked last time, and he probably figured out that it was what Talha wanted to hear, he couldn’t help feeling happy.
“Really?” The tip of Talha’s shoe gently outlined Slater’s balls, before giving them a light kick. “Ass up.”
The spine arched as Slater sucked in air before letting out a shaky breath. “More, Master…”
“So needy…” Talha’s foot moved under Slater’s hips, rubbed the cock; when he drew back clear drops of arousal glistened all over the black leather. “I only teased you a little, and you’re already leaking.”
With a deliberate roughness, he wiped the precum off his shoe against Slater’s balls. The sole pressed to the taint. Smearing the liquid up, Talha rubbed the moisture into the twitching entrance; the harsh movement extracted a tiny noise from Slater’s chest. Reaching Talha’s ears, it messed with his self-control. Weak with arousal, his reaper proved irresistible.
Wanting to hear more, Talha pressed harder, watching the creased skin comply and stretch, adjusting. The scarred butt shuddered, pushed back, and Talha withdrew. A groan of disappointment cut through the room.
“How much do you want to cum, Slater?” Mesmerized by the crisp, visual contrast of the black leather against olive skin, he glided his shoe up and down Slater’s inner thigh.
“Please, Master…”
“So, here is your punishment, Slater.” Shoulders tensed, the reaper turned his ear to Talha. “I’m going to enjoy your body, but you won’t cum tonight. If you do, I don’t want to see you ever again. No matter what I do, you aren’t allowed to fight me.”
“No, Master. Impossible…” The half-plea, half-cry, tearing out from Slater’s throat, brought a smile to Talha’s lips.
It’s going to be fun… he thought, but said something completely different. “Yes, Slater. If you want to stay with me, you have to follow my orders. Prove your loyalty or leave now. What would it be?”
SITTING ON THE BED with his back resting against the pillows, Talha, engrossed in reading, flipped one page after another. Soft whimpers, coming from his left, grew needier and louder, throwing him off every now and then. When the vibration of the bed merged with the prolonged, high-pitched moans, he granted Slater his attention. Gagged, chained, blindfolded, the ripper lay on his side whimpering. His head tossed on the pillow spurting sweat about the bedsheets. Clinking metal further disturbed Talha’s peace as the linked wrist and ankle restraints Slater wore shook with pressure. Red skin on his chest glistened. Reflecting the light, it rose and fell with the rapid rhythm of his shallow breathing.
Short, fast, needy sounds from under the gag preceded a long, desperate groan, informed Talha of Slater’s inability to subdue the upcoming orgasm. Grabbing the remote, he switched the vibrating butt plug off for the third time tonight.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Talha murmured and licked his finger. Pressing his left palm to the mattress by Slater’s chest, he stretched out his other hand and brushed his finger over the tip of the drenched cock. The blade of his nail dug into the slit.
Slater shook his head, moaning and growling. His hips jolted, shuffled away in a weak attempt to escape the touch, and a half-cry broke free from his throat.
“Wanna cum?”
“Ungh…” A frantic headshake awakened a cruel desire in Talha to push the ripper further.
“I can’t understand you.” Leaning closer, Talha hovered over Slater’s cock, then blew a drop of precum off the tip. Shimmering, it dripped down, merging with the sticky mess pooling on the bedsheet.
Needy panting was music to Talha’s ears. Wanting to hear more, he pressed his fingers to the thick blue vein in the ripper’s groin and trailed upwards. Circling the navel, he outlined the rigid relief of his upper belly and chest, until he reached the reddened skin of Slater’s neck. A thumb, brushing against the silicone ball gag, wiped dripping saliva off the corner of Slater’s mouth. Catching the buckle, he removed the gag.
“No. No. No.” Again and again, Slater’s mouth repeated the word, as if saying it helped him to subdue his urges. Whipping his head from side to side, he gasped for air. Sweat, beading on his skin, painted the linens a darker gray. “Slater can do this. Slater will prove…”