Re: Jewels [M]

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda shivered softly when the boy took him in his mouth.

He really wanted more. To beg and cry for Asar to hurry up and satisfy him.

But he couldn't. He didn't want Asar's mood souring.

His lips parted and he gave a little whimper.

[Asar]

He hummed in approval at the whimper, taking a little more of Chanda into his mouth.

He continued to suck before pulling away, tongue swirling over the head of the arousal. He pressed a kiss before pulling away completely, resting his cheek against Chanda's thigh again.

"Do you like that?" He crawled up so he was resting onto of his slave, feeling his arousal on his stomach. "Do you like being in my mouth?" He purred the words out.

A finger toyed with a nipple while he watched Channda's face.

[Chanda Sen]

The man whined softly when Asar pulled away.

No, he had wanted him to continue. He wanted the boy to push him to his orgasm.

"Yes, Master," he replied in a soft purr, hips grinding up against Asar's stomach.

He bit his lip again when a nipple was played with idly.

[Asar]

He enjoyed feeling him grind against him like this. It made his stomach dip and body warm. But he did not bother with the soft member between his leg, twitching and becoming around again. He wanted to see his slave write under him with a clear head.

The answer was a a bit short and static, even with his voice groaning like that.

He twisted the nipple.

[Chanda Sen]

He gasped, back arching when the boy above him twisted a nipple sharply.

He writhed a little under him, lips parted slightly.

Gods, this hurt. And yet the slight pain of it went straight through him and he was left gasping and writhing against the sheets in obvious pleasure.

This pleasurable torture was terrible.

[Asar]

He watched in fascination as his slave writhed, lips slightly parted and eyes taking in every inch on his slaves body. He didn't think he could get tired of watching his slave move and pant like this.

He twisted the nipple the other way, squeezing it until his fingers hurt. His thumb rubbed it, pseudo-soothing, knowing it will be sore. Silver eyes flickered before he took the delicate flesh in his mouth, changing between sucking it and rolling it with the tip of his tongue.

One hand skimmed up his slave's chest, before gently wrapping around his throat, constricting his breathing. The other pressed on the inside of Chanda's thigh, tracing it with his nails.

He still wanted to hear him beg.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda's back arched when his nipple was twisted and squeezed once more, gasping and moaning loudly.

He purred softly when the boy's thumb stroked over the hot, irritated flesh. His lips parted once more in a soft moan when his nipple was taken in the boy's mouth.

His head tilted back and he gave a soft groan, writhing a little when a hand curled around his throat and forced him to breath slower and more deeply.

The man's legs spread a little when nails scraped over his skin.

"Please," he breathed softly. Fuck not asking for it. These little actions of the boy's were driving him insane. He wanted to find his release.

[Asar]

Asar purred at the beg, nuzzling the man's chest.

Yes, that is what he wanted. A beg from Chanda for him.

He released his hold on the throat and nipple, pushing his way back down between his slave spread legs. Hand placed on either thigh, he bent his head, lips just barely brushing the head of the arousal, breath ghosting over it.

Silver eyes glanced up expectingly at his slave.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda whined loudly when he got the teasing touch of a brush of lips.

That wasn't enough. It really wasn't enough. He wanted so much more. Enough to have him writhing in his place as he screamed silently for the boy above him.

"Please," he whimpered again, hips pressing upwards.

He wanted more.

[Asar]

His lips wrapped around the erection, taking the slave as deep as he can, till he hit the back of his throat. It made his eyes sting a little, constricted his breathing a, but he did not pull away. He liked how it was uncomfortable, because it was his slave - who begged him for this.

Eyes fluttered closed as he concentrated. Sucking lightly, head bobbing and tongue stroking the arousal all the while being careful not to choke and splutter rather disgustingly. He was not a natural or seasoned in sex.

His hand wrapped around the base of the erection, squeezing it.

[Chanda Sen]

He groaned, hips rocking up into the boy's mouth eagerly with a purr.

His hips rocked quickly as he bit his lip harshly.

Gods, this felt so good after being worked up so much.

His hips bucked when he felt the hand around the base of his arousal.

[Asar]

Asar let his slave thrust into his mouth, bobbing his head down each time his slave pushed in. Loosening his throat and becoming more at easy he found he could take a little more of the the slave. He would of grinned in satisfaction at that and hearing all the pretty sounds his slave was making.

His free hand explored the slave's body, scratching it at times when his lips slipped a little too far down. The flesh beneath felt firm mostly, bumped with muscles, but sometimes softer around the edges. He could also feel a few marks he left and the, now dry, piercing.

Gripping the metal, he began to tug at it again.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda groaned softly as the boy continued to bob his head up and down, hot wet mouth moving around him.

He writhed a little, feeling heat spread through him.

All the teasing that the boy had done to his body was showing as he writhed and moaned under the boy, hips rocking eagerly up into his mouth.

He was close to finding his release. Very close.

[Asar]

Hearing his slave make all these noises and feeling him squirm under him spurred him on.

Purring, he squeezed Chanda's arousal a little firmer in hopes that it will send him over the edge till he was just panting on the bed, warm and heavy. He liked seeing his slave like that - other then writhing beneath him. Both because it was his doing, making his slave writhe or tire from pleasure.

[Chanda Sen]

The man groaned softly when the boy continued to move.

He gasped loudly and his back arched, hands fisting in the blankets beneath him.

Chanda bit his lip, back arching even more violently, eyes squeezing shut as he came with a loud groan.

He gave a little whimper as he collapsed back against the bed. It felt so good to be forced to come by someone else. Usually when he wanted a release, he had to force himself through it. He was rarely allowed release when pleasuring someone else.

[Asar]

A salty and not all too pleasant taste flooded his mouth. But he swallowed rather then spitting on the floor like the last couple of times. It was not terrible, swallowing. Sure, it was dirty. But is also made his toes curl and cheeks flush knowing it was Chanda who he could taste in his mouth.

His lips curled and he felt a sense of achievement and satisfaction. Pulling away, his eyes flickered up to look at his slave whimpering. Ah, it was a nice sight.

He crawled up his slaves body before slumping down on his chest, hearing the fast heart heart beat slow and become steady. He kissed the warm skin, fingers curling around the nape of his slave's neck and legs waving in the air.

Eyes lingered on the hair before he grinned up at the slave.

"You should plate your hair more often. It's pretty."

[Chanda Sen]

Asar was happy.

Good. He had achieved part one of his little plan. Now onto part two. he hoped part two went on as well as part one.

His arms slid around the boy as he settled against his chest.

He leaned up to kiss along his neck and jawline slowly, tongue lapping out to taste salty skin.

"Perhaps I will, if I had jewels to fit such an occasion," he replied with a low purr. Accessories that would glitter in the low candlelight and entrance the boy as he moved. Fine silks much like the boy's own to graze against his dark skin in a seductive manner as he danced for the boy.

He wanted expensive things.

Asar could buy them for him if he was in a good enough mood. He hoped this had caused a good enough mood to agree to such requests.

[Asar]

He shifted a little, exposing his neck a little more as he felt it tingle under his slave's lips and tongue. It made his cheeks a little warmer and made his swollen lips more sore as he nibbled on them. He would like to stay like this for the rest of the night.

He pressed a few few more kisses of his own on the slightly lighter skin.

"Oh?" He pondered on this, imagining his slave decorated in finer jewelry. "I think gold will look nicer then the sliver - even though it is pretty on you." He tapped the collar. "Oh, and rubies!"

The corners of his eyes wrinkled as he grinned to himself, imagining his slave in all these glittering jewels head to two, hair braided like it was now and maybe not shaved? The ides of a few soft hairs leading down to his arousal seemed quite erotic.

The jewels were a little expensive, but he was sure his father wont mind if a few coins go missing.

[Chanda Sen]

He'd caught him.

Asar was picturing him in such jewels that he wished for. He wanted to see him wear jewels fit for himself. Precious metals and stones that could show his beauty. Seduce the boy.

He could have those jewels. Wear them. Feel fine metal and fabrics against his skin once again.

The thought excited him. It always excited him to think of wearing such things as he did when he was a child.

"I could dance for you wearing them," he purred softly. "Wouldn't you love to see the glittering metal? Feel the fabrics against my skin? Hear the chains rattling together as we moved?"

He kissed the centre of the boy's throat gently.

Would the boy be tempted by those mental images?

[Asar]

Asar swallowed, eyes half lidded as he imagined Chanda as his slave described him. The jewels tinkling and glittering on the slave, accenting his beauty and movements as he danced for him. He purred at the image, becoming more turned on with the idea of his slave decorated like this.

He tilted his head again to give his slave more access to his throat. To say he loved the feeling of lips on his neck was an understatement.

"We can go out tomorrow and buy them." He was caught between wanting to nuzzle the man and keeping those lips on his throat. He threaded his fingers thorough the slave's braided hair instead in a show of affection. "Then you can dance for me the rest of the night."

[Chanda Sen]

He had caught him.

Asar would buy him what he wanted. Riches in the form of gold, jewels and fine fabrics.

Chanda was excited. More so than he had been for a long while. He would be able to feel fine things again. Though he had to sell his body for them, Chanda couldn't be upset by that. He could sell his body.

Chanda was pleased with the decision to become Asar's Slave.

"I will dance for you into the early hours of the morning if that's what you want, Master."

He'd dance for him; wear whatever beautiful jewels that he wanted him to. He'd do whatever Asar wanted him of for this chance.

[Asar]

"I would like that." He purred, squirming on top of the slave.

Like how wearing the jewels excited Chanda, it excited Asar seeing his slave wear them, and dance for him privately. And maybe show him off to others - them knowing he owned such a beauty and having enough wealth that he can afford it on his slave as well. Although, then he would have those ugly pigs grin down at him constantly asking him stupid questions and favours they can do for him... Maybe he will just keep Chanda to himself.

"Kiss my neck again."

[Chanda Sen]

"Then that is what shall happen," he promised with a low purr.

He could manipulate and seduce Asar into doing what he pleased of him with a few small promised and planting the seeds of ideas in his head.

Now he liked the idea of Chanda wearing expensive things, he would buy him more jewels, just as fantastic as the last, when he got bored of seeing the ones he had bought for him.

Chanda was lucky to be able to have picked such a naive child for his Master. The boy would do anything for him if he was enticing enough when asking him.

The man's head bowed and he laved his tongue over the boys throat slowly before pressing a lingering kiss to the now wet skin. "Yes Master."

[Asar]

He let out a content mewl at the mental images, each as beautiful and as exotic as the next, and the lips and tongue on his skin, making it tingle and his body squirm.

Asar liked it when his slave was in this mood - rather then the disgusting one a few week back. It made him warm and happy that he wanted to press closer to the slave, have their arm wrapped around each other for the rest of the night, with the promise of excitement the next morning.

A new collar maybe first? And then hand and arm cuffs, all linking together with a small chain that he could tug at or tie to something. He voiced his thoughts, mumbling them half heatedly, focusing on the sensation on his neck.

[Chanda Sen]

Cuffs.

They would hinder him. His possible need for escape. He couldn't run if his legs were bound together with chains.

"It would impede my dancing," he murmured just as softly as the boy laying against him. "I wouldn't be able to dance so perfectly for you of my feet and arms were bound. Perhaps cuffs with removable chains."

Removable chains that wouldn't be attached to him unless Asar truly wanted him bound like that.

But only when he was there. Only when they were being intimate. He didn't want to be left alone without the ability to run if something dangerous happened and he needed to run.

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