Re: Pretty Neck Bruises [M]

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda gave a soft moan as he felt the slick heat oh his Master's mouth around one of his fingers.

He wanted to feel that slick heat somewhere else.

His writhed under the teasing touch to his nipple, whining and moaning.

"Please, Master," he grunted softly, hips thrusting back against the boy's hard.

[Asar]

"Good boy." Asar nuzzled his face against his slaves back, purring the words out.

Giving the piercing a final tug his hands skimmed lower - but not quite touching his erection. Instead, just small fleeting touches across the flesh - smooth and freshly shaved. Circling one hip and then the other. Dipping between the thighs and over his balls. Only accidentally brushing the back of his hand against his slaves arousal.

He waned to hear him beg and feel him writhe beneath him. And then gasp for breath when his body jerked against his according.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda bit his lip when the boy's fingers smoothed over the skin of his navel.

He groaned, hips pressing down against the boy's hand when they stroked over his balls. His body jerked when his Master's hand accidentally brushed over his balls.

The man moaned softly.

"Please."

All he wanted was to be fucked.

[Asar]

Asar purred at the begs, thrusting a little harder against Chanda. He sounded so much prettier like this rather then snarling and hissing at him. Although, it was fun - after the initial anger.

He wrapped his lips around the finger again. Cheeks hollowing and tongue flicking over the digits. He hummed, as if in thought again.

Maybe.

His index finger and thumb wrapped around the base of the erection. He squeezed hard just before they began to ache, and then they were gone. Along with the rest of his body for only a moment before it was back in place, only his fingers were now coated were in oil.

He pressed a finger against the slaves entrance, circling it. Forearm brushing against the slaves aousal. His own erection thrusted against his fingers. He shivered and purred at the coolness compared to their flushed bodies.

[Chanda Sen]

The man bit his lip against another whine when his fingers were sucked one again.

This was cruel. The more Asar toyed and teased him, the more riled up he got. He just wanted to be fucked and collapse into a sated heap afterwards.

Chanda groaned in discomfort, body jerking, choking himself in the process, when Asar's fingers squeezed his arousal mercilessly.

His lips parted in a silent moan when he felt the cool feeling of oiled fingers against his entrance. He pressed his backside upwards eagerly.

He wanted this. He wanted it so much.

[Asar]

Asar let out a slight giggle as his slave twisted and whined beneath him. Like a slut. His slut. And he told him so affectionately, before he brought two more fingers into his mouth.

He liked having them in his mouth. Toying with them. Tasting them. How they made the corners of his mouth stretch slight and his jaw ache. He moaned around them, bringing them further into his mouth.

His own fingers dipped teasingly into his slaves entrance. Not enough to stretch him, just tease him. Make him whine some more.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda growled softly at the affectionate murmur.

He was a whore - he did it because he had to at first and now he had grown an intense joy from it - but he didn't like being called so. He didn't like being called a slut or a whore or a prostitute.

He never had and probably never would.

The man whined, pressing back against the fingers pushing into him, hoping that movement would force them deeper inside of him.

[Asar]

He did not miss the soft growl.

The corners of his lips curled around the fingers. He stopped petting the slave with his oiled fingers, instead making the thigh red again. He pulled his head away with a pop, the tips of his fingers drawing circles on the inside of the slaves thigh.

"What are you?"

[Chanda Sen]

Once more he flinched when the hand came down on his thigh. His thigh would be red by the end of the night if Asar continued abusing his skin like this.

His eyes slid shut and he moaned softly, legs spreading as he felt the boy's fingers against the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh.

"Not a slut," he retorted indignantly.

He was no one's slut.

[Asar]

He was a slut. And like the collar, he would make sure he admitted it. Like being called it. Like being his slut.

Asar pulled away completely, giving the slave nothing at all, not even a tease. Just let him lie there and pant.

He easily pushed and turned him over so he was on his back. He straddled him, pinning him to the bed.

Peeling away his clothes he was almost a naked as his slave, save for the odd piece of jewellery. He was above the slave, looking down, grinning.

He brushed a thumb over his slaves bottom lip before leaning down. Arms crossed and face to face with his slave. He could feel warm breath and see the slight signs of stubble already appearing from being so close to him.

"Nah, defiantly a slut."

He felt considerably more playful then only a while ago when his slave defied him last. Besides, from what that taught him, being angry just made the matter worst. Playing around like this made it more interesting.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda gave a soft sigh when Asar pulled away form him.

The boy was quickly growing to annoy him with everything he did. All he wanted was sex. Was that too much to ask for? He had been bought here specifically for sex.

He stared up at the boy silently when he was pushed over and Asar straddled his hips. He was in the perfect position to fuck the boy; make him ride him and really show him that he was no slut.

But his arms were still tied behind his back and the chain was currently pulling at his collar to provide that delicious pressure that made it difficult for him to breathe.

Chanda nibbled at the tip of the boy's thumb when it pressed to his lips, tongue lapping out over it.

The trouble he was having with breathing was arousing him even more than he currently was.

"I'm no one's slut," he breathed, eyes sliding shut, lips parting with a soft moan, back arching in a very flexible movement that pushed his hips up against the boy's.

[Asar]

Asar let out a short breath as teeth scrapped his fingers and a tongue lapped over the tips of them. He pressed them inside the mouth, thrusting the slowly, pressing onto the tongue.

He felt him whine and heard arch against him. The slave's struggled breath and the neediness to be fucked made him purr and grin. He pressed his face into the crook of the slave's neck, pressing a couple of kisses.

"You really are. Admit it."

He moved his hips away from Chanda's, making sure he got no satisfying friction as he began to roll them. The toned stomach felt good against his arousal, and he let out soft moans against his slave's ear.

He liked using Chanda - like the slut he is. Nothing more then a toy. A disobedient one at that.

[Chanda Sen]

His tongue laved over the fingers that thrust into his mouth, teeth scraping then gently.

The man't head tilted back sightly when his neck was kissed, moaning softly as the boy's lips brushed over his heated skin.

"Never," he replied through gritted teeth. He'd never admit he was anyone's slut. His pride wouldn't allow him to. He slept around but he wouldn't ever call himself something like that.

The man whined when Asar's arousal thrust against his stomach.

He just wanted to be satisfied.

[Asar]

Asar bit down on a patch of skin just below the collar, hard. Harder then when he bit Chanda previously. The flesh was soft and bumped. He flicked his tongue over the sensitive flesh, pulling away, admiring the small dots of blood. A little mark to prove his ownership. Something a little more personal then a collar.

"You are a slut. Mine."

He pressed his fingers back into the mouth, feeling the ridges of teeth and the warm tongue. He kept the fingers there, enjoying the sight of his mouth stretched, giving little chance to reply.

[Chanda Sen]

He groaned softly, writhing under the boy as he was bitten.

He'd been bitten like this before. Many times.

But he hated it. He didn't like being bitten. He never had liked being bitten hard enough to bleed.

Chanda's eyes narrowed when fingers were shoved back into his mouth. He was slowly starting to get annoyed at the boy.

His teeth bore down on the fingers in his mouth.

[Asar]

Asar shrieked and squirmed as teeth clamped around his fingers. He tugged at them fruitlessly, which only stretched the joints and make it hurt a little more.

He pressed his head back between the crook of his slave's neck, his free hand scrapping down the slave's shoulders, leaving red lines in their wake.

"Slut." He hissed again before biting back down on the skin, grinding his teeth, making sure the pain would outweigh his.

[Chanda Sen]

The man smirked, teeth still baring down on his Master's fingers in his act of disobedience when the boy gave a loud shriek.

His back arched a little when nails scraped over his skin and gave a low hiss when nails scraped over his back.

He let go of the boy's fingers, growling softly.

"I'm not your slut."

[Asar]

He released his slave from his jaw as well, sitting up to inspect his fingers, his other hand pressed down on his slave's chest. They were ridged from the teeth, slightly red and white. He pressed his thumb against the ridges, wincing lightly.

He wondered if they would bruise, knowing his father would disprove of them. But there was something satisfying about them that made his groin throb, similar to the mark on Chada's neck.

Silver eyes glanced down at the slave and he smacked him with the back of his hand.

"You are a a slut." He grabbed is jaw, forcing his to look straight at him "Admit you are mine."

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda grunted when he was struck, hissing loudly at the boy as his face turned to the side to soften the blow, eyes clenching shut.

When his head was bought back around, his eyes flickered open to meet Asar's.

"I belong to you," he admitted.

He spat at the boy, the glob of liquid struck his cheek and dripped down onto his own cheek.

"But I'm not your slut."

[Asar]

Asar blinked, stunned silent. He pushed himself back up, lifting a hand to wipe away the disgusting liquid.

He was caught between crying, laughing, and being angry. All of them made him pant and tremble. He stared at the spit on his hand and then slowly down at the slave.

He spat on him. His slave spat on him. He spat back and hit him twice more.

He did not want to see his face.

Standing up, he kicked the slave over before straddling again. A clump of hair in his hand he snapped his head back, lips against the slaves ear.

"Say you are my slut."

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda watched the boy emotionlessly as he wiped at the spit on his cheek and trembled above him.

His eyes scrunched shut and he sneered when he was spit on.

Each strike was met with a low grunt and his face turning to soften the blow. His cheeks were red and slightly swollen with the force of the blows. If he was unlucky, it could bruise and he'd have to deal with more tender skin. His neck was enough for him.

Chanda grunted when he was kicked over, hissing as his hair was pulled.

"I'll never be your slut."

[Asar]

His body trembled, and he pushed the slave's head into the bed, nails digging into the scalp.

"You are."

He pulled the head back before slamming it into the bed, not realising he was screaming.

"Just fucking admit it."

[Chanda Sen]

Instead of crying out as his head was thrashed around, he chuckled.

His body shook in soft chuckles.

"Are you really so needy?"

He groaned softly as his hair was yanked on mercilessly. "Are you so pathetic and insecure that you need to degrade myself to make you feel self-important? I belong to you; I am yours. But I'll never be your slut. You use me for sex. I will enjoy the sex but not because it is with you."

Chanda grinned cruelly. "I'm your possession, not your lover whore."

[Asar]

"I'm not-"

The boy sat in shocked silence again. From the laugh and the slave's words. The hand in the slaves hair relaxed as he tried to comprehend the words. He resisted the urge to wipe his face, so he did not look 'pathetic', he kept a straight face. But it made it more difficult to keep it dry.

"I'm not needy." His voice cracked as he answered the question. He repeated it, mostly to himself, his voice a little stronger.

Frowning, he sneered at the slave.

"And I never said that you were my lover."

Hand still coating with oil, he rubbed his member, pushing himself down the body. He gripped the slaves hips, pulling them back to push himself inside the slave. He hissed a little, eyes still stinging.

"You are my slave. And that make you my slut."

[Chanda Sen]

"Oh but you are," he replied darkly.

He was needy. He was reminiscent of a whiny, needy puppy when he came to him looking for any form of attention. An excited little needy puppy.

It both disgusted and amused him.

His lips parted in a loud moan when Asar thrust into him. Despite his want to piss Asar off even more, his hips thrust back against the boy's eagerly.

"Being a Slave and a slut are two very different things," he grunted softly.

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