Pretty Neck Bruises [M]

[Asar]

Asar was flushed with excitement, and almost like an over exited puppy, the way he bounced on the bed - musing up the covers and pillows were falling out of place.

A few weeks after fitting and paying, it was finally here. Boxed up in a wooden chest, with his name on it. Only the best were given like this. Although, it could of been better. But it was fine, for now. He could always get another.

He watched the door eagerly, waiting for his slave to appear. He had ordered another to get him, to hurry up his bathing. It was one of the few times he let him out. Twice a day to bathe and other business. He ate in his room, with or without Asar. He did not like him interacting with the other slaves. - disgusting and ugly lot.

[Chanda Sen]

Not long after becoming Asar's Slave, Chanda had dubbed his bi-daily bath time as 'screw around with the other Slaves' time.

He had become rather fond of the small red haired woman that he had met on the first day and she was frequently his partner during the times Asar let him out of the room.

The man stretched with a low purr as he padded back into his Master's room.

His golden eyes narrowed slightly when he caught sight of Asar bouncing excitedly. That was never a good thing. What was going to happy?

Chanda moved to take a seat next to Asar, watching him warily as he waited for the news that had him so excited.

[Asar]

Asar let a a small squeal, scooting closer to his slave.

"Look, look! It came!"

He let out another happy little squeak. The chest became the centre of his attention as he opened it, revealing metal resting on silk.

His hands trembled as he took it out, throwing the bow onto the floor without a care. It was a collar, much like the one around his slaves neck. But it was decorated, and shined brilliantly in the sunlight. Silver and studded with sapphires, small chains hanging from it alongside four hoops - the signs of a sex slaves collar.

It was beautiful, designed to enhance a slaves own beauty.

Asar looked up at the other male, giving him an excited and toothy grin.

"Isn't it pretty?"

He began to bounce again. More like a child then a slave master.

"Turn around so I can take that ugly thing off."

[Chanda Sen]

His eyes fell on the collar and he almost gave a soft groan. He managed to catch himself in time, though.

Great, another collar. Just what he wanted. His neck was already bruised to high Hell due to the collar already around his throat.

"Absolutely wonderful," he replied unenthusiastically.

Over the last month, Asar hadn't punished him at all for speaking his own opinions. He had been as abrasive as he liked and not once had he been slapped or yelled at or punished for it.

He sighed once more and turned so his back was to the boy, lifting his hair out of the way so he could get to the collar.

[Asar]

He grinned at his slave's 'enthusiasm', fingers grabbing a small key to unlock the collar. He threw it aside, letting it clatter on the floor.

He did not put the collar on as soon as the other was off. Instead, he sat and admired the bruises on the flesh. Blue, purple and yellow. And red from were it was sore. They weren't ugly, like what other slave masters thought. Rather he found them pretty - little marks that made Chanda his slave.

He leaned up and kissed the marked neck. Tentatively and fleeting. Merely brushing his lips across the sensitive skin as he turned to the side of the neck.

He bit it. Hard enough to leave ridges on the already sore skin. But not enough to draw blood. He had not done that yet, but the idea excited him, along with leaving little scars across the skin for further proof of his ownership.

Pecking the bitten skin he turned back to the collar placing it around his slaves neck. Pulling back, he smiled at it admiringly.

[Chanda Sen]

He gave a soft moan of relief when his collar was tossed aside, one hand caressing his bruised flesh gently.

It had been a month since he had started using this collar and it still hurt. Thankfully Asar hadn't tugged it yet so he hadn't choked on it much.

Chanda groaned softly when the boy's lips brushed over his skin gently.

He inhaled sharply through his nose, hands fisting in the material beneath him as teeth sank into his already sore flesh. That hurt. A lot.

His lips twitched a little in disgust when the new collar was locked around his throat. he hadn't even been free for a couple of minutes before he was shacked again.

[Asar]

Smile still in place, Asar leaned over to grab a chain, which tinkered and clinked together as he attached it to the back ring.

"There. All done~"

The end of the chain looped and held in one hand, he pushed the slave and pulled on the chain. Forcing him around so he was facing him.

Silver eyes widened in excitement, admiring the beauty of the collar wrapped around his slaves neck. He lifted a finger to brush it across his slaves collarbone, pushing the small chains out of the way before they fell back in place.

Lifting the finger, hooking it under his slaves chin, he pushed it up, exposing his throat. Leaning up, he kissed were the warm skin met cool metal.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda choked when the chain on his collar was tugged, hands flying up to grasp the collar, trying to pull it away from his throat as he could breathe easier.

He stared up at the boy with a dirty glare as he stood above him, fingers curled around his collar to pull it as far away from his throat as he could so he could breathe easier.

This was the first time he had pulled the collar like that and he definitely didn't appreciate being choked like that.

After a moments hesitation, he dropped his hand from the collar and let Asar stroke his neck and collarbone.

His eyes slid shut when his throat was exposed and he gave a low, pleased murmur when he felt soft lips brushing against his sore skin.

[Asar]

Asar's tongue lapped at the skin, feeling the cool metal at the tip of it as it dipped into the collar.

He did not miss the actions previous. How his hand flew up to stop the collar from choking him and moving him, glaring at him horribly. Going against his masters will. He did not have much problem him begging and pulling him forward - it was when he went against him.

Asar kissed down the slaves chest, eyes flicking up. They were still childish, but less innocent.

"Don't you like that?"

He gave the chain another experimental tug, the metal pressing against the slaves throat again.

[Chanda Sen]

He gave a low purr when the boy's tongue lapped out over his heated skin.

His chest pressed forwards slightly when Asar's lips grazed over his tanned skin, eyes sliding shut.

Another choking noise sounded when the chain was tugged again, hands flying up once more to hold the collar in place so it didn't choke him. Again.

"No, I dont," he growled lowly, glaring down at the boy again.

He didn't want to be choked.

[Asar]

Asar frowned and stared up at his slave.

He didn't?

He did not like that response from his slave. It did not make him feel needed or wanted. It insulted him - especially after picking out such a nice collar.

Guess he will just have to make Chanda like it.

Fingers knotted into the hair to stop his slave from moving or falling back with the motion of the hand.

He tugged on the chain a couple more time. The first being a few seconds long so he can watch his slave with satisfaction. While the last a quick yank, a warning.

"You sure?"

He almost purred the words, frown off his face - rather like a child ripping wings off a butterfly.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda gave a low warning growl when his hair was gripped onto to keep him in place.

He knew what was going to come of this.

"Don't you da-" he choked again when the collar was tugged, trying to pull away from him so he could breathe again.

He growled again when the chain was tugged once more.

His glare never let his golden eyes, causing them to smoulder angrily.

"Yes, I'm very sure," he replied through gritted teeth.

[Asar]

Knuckles turned white, and he stared up at the man. His eyes equally angry as his slaves.

But he kept his smile on his face. Despite how he breathed slow and deep in his anger And how his body trembled slightly. The hand loosened from the hair and a hand print appeared on his slaves cheek, accompanied with a crack.

"Turn around."

He will make him like it, appreciate and love each of his actions. Like how it should be, like how he wants it.

[Chanda Sen]

He grunted, face turning to the side with the force of the slap.

The blow shocked him. Asar hadn't hit him before. he hadn't gotten this angry at him. He didn't know whether to feel accomplished or wary at the feat.

Deciding that it would probably be best to follow orders at the moment, Chanda moved.

He crawled over the bed so he was knelt on his hands and knees with his backside facing the boy.

[Asar]

The corners of his eyes wrinkled as he grinned a little wider, pleased with himself. His slave followed orders.

He pressed a couple of kisses along the lower spine, murmuring "Good boy." against the skin.

Half leaning onto the back, he pressed his hips against soft flesh. The clink and glint of metal reminded him of the problem and his smile faded back into something more sinister.

"Still very sure on your answer?"

He rested his free hand on the older males thigh, and he tugged on the chain. Harder then previous, the angle making it easier to choke the other male.

[Chanda Sen]

Boy.

The man sneered. He was years the boy's senior. He was very much a man and he didn't appreciate the little pet name.

His hips pressed back against Asar's when he pressed forwards against his backside, grinding slowly.

Chanda gave a soft whine as he was choked again, his hand gripping the collar once more, breathing as steady as he could as he tried to relieve the pain of the collar around his throat.

"Very. Sure."

[Asar]

Another hand print appeared on the slaves body, on his thing rather then on his face. It was redder, having a more purposeful force behind it. He brought his hand down a couple more times for extra measure. Liking the sound and how his hand was a little warm.

He did not bother asking again - already knowing the answer as much as he detested it.

He continued tugging and yanking at the chain, varying how long he stopped the slaves breath. But not for too long, he did not want him blacking out. He was going to make him enjoy it. Besides, how is it fun if the other is lying on the bed knocked-out?

His hips rolled against the other males ass, feeling himself throb between his legs. The silk of his skirt was the only barrier between the skin. A flimsy one at that - pushed up until naked skin rubbed together.

[Chanda Sen]

He flinched a little when he was slapped, gritting his teeth against the abuse he wanted to growl at his Master.

He'd been slapped before. Numerous times, in fact. But he didn't much enjoy it when the slaps were that hard. He liked small slaps that awakened feelings inside of him. But these weren't those slaps, they were harsh; making his skin burn rather than tingle.

Chanda whined softly as the chain was tugged over and over. Eventually his hand dropped from his throat. It wasn't stopping the collar form choking him at all.

Despite himself and how uncomfortable he felt at that moment, he moaned when Asar's hips ground forwards against his own. He pressed his backside against the boys clothed arousal, grinding eagerly.

"Please," he whimpered softly.

[Asar]

The corners of his lips curled as he saw hands move away from the collar, and the little beg that followed.

He pressed his free hand between the slaves shoulder blades, shifting his weight to force the slaves arms to collapse. He kept his hand their, digging his nails into the flesh.

He had learned to restrain himself when his slave begged, as much as he wanted to fuck him hard as soon as he did. He had learned how much more satisfying watching him squirm and writhe beneath him, begging every other breath.

This time, he quickly decided to use this for his advantage. The slave tells him he liked being choked, and in return he will give him what he begged for... Eventually.

He leaned down and rested his chin on a shoulder blade. The chain was pulled hard enough to put pressure against the throat, but not enough to leave him choking.

"Still sure?"

[Chanda Sen]

His arms did collapse beneath him, sprawling out uselessly in front of him.

His eyes slid shut when he felt the collar press against his throat again. It wasn't hard enough to make him choke, but it did make breathing difficult. He had to take deep, slow breaths.

He liked this. His breathing was being controlled but not taken away from him completely.

Chanda swallowed thickly.

"Yes." He was still very much sure he didn't like being choked.

But controlling his breathing like this was fine. Pleasurable, even.

"Please, Master."

[Asar]

The chain tensed a little more. Slow and gentle, not a yank from where Asar would throw his hand back. It then relaxed before tensing again. Only being tugged like before on occasion rather then every other breath.

He was grinning against the skin, purring and pressing a a few kisses against it. Pleased with Chanda's answer. And being called master thrilled him.

His arousal to continued to thrust against his slaves body - he always found this a lot more lewd then if he was inside his slave.

The free hand on the slaves back caressed the ridges its fingernails made and moved to the front of the slaves chest. Asar rolled a nipple under his finger, before pinching and tugging on it - switching between lighter touches to something more harsher.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda groaned softly when the collar was pressed to his throat again, his body giving a little shiver.

Each tense of the chain attached to his collar was met with soft noises from the man.

His hips rocked back against Asar's in hopes that if he continued, Asar would finally fuck him like he wanted. So far all he was doing was teasing him. He didn't want to be teased.

The man's chest pressed forwards against the fingers pinching and tugging at his nipple, biting his lip as he moaned. Being touched like this felt so good.

Chanda swallowed thickly as his hand moved up his own body to press two fingers into himself, groaning loudly at the feeling of something finally inside of him.

[Asar]

Hearing the other male groan with each pull of the chain made his own moans spill from his mouth. The little sounds satisfied and pleasured himself.

A line appeared between between his brows as he felt the slaves hand against his arousal. It quickly clicked that he was pleasuring himself.

Normally, he would let it slide. Maybe make a show out of it. But after how he behaviour, he is not as lenient now. They will move at his terms.

A harsh whack of his hand against the thigh, and he pushed both the hands either side of his slaves head, pinning them down.

He kept rocking his hips, looking at both of the pinned hands. It would be hard to fuck him like this. Dry with little preparation. He was sure his slave could take it, but he preferred it slick. Plus, his arms would ache pinning the slave down like this.

The chain caught his eyes, and he grinned in glee, the frown disappearing from his face.

He pushed them behind the slave's back, using the chain to tie the hands together - looping and knotting them until they were tight. Depending on how much the slave would struggle or jerk in pleasure depends on how much he will choke himself.

Asar purred, nipping at one of the fingers before going back to abuse the nipple the other hand now resting on Chanda's hips.

[Chanda Sen]

He flinched when his thigh was struck, whimpering when his hands were pinned down.

His hips thrust back against the boy's. He wanted more. He wanted to be fucked.

The man's eyes clenched shut when his arms were dragged behind his back and tied with the chain. He struggled a little and choked; quickly settling down again.

The more he moved, the more he choked.

"Please."

[Asar]

Asar sucked the last digit of the finger in a moment of thought. His tongue swirled around it and be bobbed his head. Pullign away with a pop he grinned.

"Nope."

He bit the finger and continued to assault the nipple. He liked the feeling of it between his fingers, smooth and pert. He wondered idly what it would be like to have a bit of metal pierced through it. His fingers skimmed down the chest to tug at the piercing.

"Maybe you were forgetting something at the end of that beg?"

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