Re: Pretty Neck Bruises [M]

[Asar]

"Am not."

He hissed, slamming his hips against the soft flesh, hearing it slap in a fast rhythm.

"And they are."

He did not bother teasing the slave, or making it more interesting, more fun. He simply fucked him hard. Nails digging into the skin, leaving more marks and bruises. Proof that he owned him. proof that he is his.

He was panting in anger and from the pleasure. Leaning down to bite at the fingers, dragging his teeth across them. And then he left another mark on his back. More marks. More proof.

[Chanda Sen]

"Are too," he replied childishly.

He grunted when the boy's hips thrust against his hard.

Gods. Chanda's teeth closed around the covers beneath him, tearing into them mercilessly as he was fucked my the younger male.

This felt so good. After all the teasing he had suffered through, finally being fucked was bliss.

[Asar]

He gasped and moaned, continuing to add marks down the slave's back - one right after the other. Some that will leave within the next few minutes, only slight indents that barely differed to the slave's normal skin tone. Others will be there in a few days, red and bruising.

He continued to slap his hips against the flesh, fucking him fast and hard. He did not know how long he lasted until he came.

Still panting he slumped onto the slave, not bothering see if he came as well. Normally he liked to finish him off, watch him writhe and moan, face twisting in pleasure.

Feeling that no one was watching him, he wiped his face, feeling slight dampness. He brushed it off as sweat.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda moaned and whined as he writhed in place, thrusting back against the boy's rocking hips.

Each mark was met with a soft sound from the man and each slap a flinch and a hiss.

This treatment was rough and no matter how much he told himself that he didn't enjoy it much, he knew he was lying. he adored this treatment. He was tied, struggling to breathe and being slapped around as his Master fucked him.

He gave a groan of discomfort when Asar came inside of him. He still didn't enjoy the feeling of semen inside of him.

Chanda hadn't come. But he didn't say anything. He mere laid still, staring ahead, his arousal still rock hard, pressed against his navel.

[Asar]

Bleary eyes, Asar stared at the slave, wondering whether to untie him or not.

He reached out, ready to loosen the chains before quickly deciding against it. It was him that made him feel like this. One of the other slaves could do it tomorrow, or the slave can admit what he is and get them off sooner.

He rolled onto the side. Side by side with the- his slave. Exhausted and coming down from the orgasm.

Crossing his arms, he hid his warm face between them. He did not want to be seen needy, but he did not want to tell his slave to go, either. He told himself it was punishment, only allowing him to see Asar for the rest of the day and night, unable to drink or eat.

[Chanda Sen]

The man's eyes slid shut when Asar laid out beside him and otherwise ignored him.

Great. He was going to be left tied here like this, exposed and yearning and knowing that it'd be a good long while before he was let free.

He sighed softly and shifted, trying to make himself as comfortable as he could in his current situation.

That wasn't an easy job.

[Asar]

He would let the sun set and night come staying like this, until his fell asleep or if his slave would talk to him. Or any interaction for that matter.

The only few sounds and movement from him in the meanwhile. His sheets rustling as his body shook every now and then. Or if his body shifted to a different position, each one refusing to look at his slave. Other then that he stayed limp, buried in his own thoughts or not thinking at all.

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