Master, Slave, Master (4)

Angel didn't yet have a body that could handle being left alone to wither away. When Ray just closed the door on him so easily, his heart jolted with all his body from a clingy fear. Will it just be like this now for the entire night? Before he may have said it easily because he had done this before, but it didn't mean his being was okay with it.

And Angel was too pure for his own good, he imagined Ray still standing right outside the closet door, enjoying his fear, and would soon let him out. But that won't happen. The more Angel understood this, the more his body shivered from the cold and intense anxiety.

'Hngh' Oppressed moans sever his bound lips and he rubs his thighs fervently against each other, hoping to soothe his terribly treated cock—crying for mercy. But only air grazed him, taunting him for his unnecessary display of submission. He chose this, to be locked up like a wild animal, robbed of everything Angel thought he owned.

The thought brought him to tears, his breath hitched in his heart. Why did he allow this to happen? Is he not human? Why can't he be loved normally? Time endlessly grew by, second after second, and Angel waited with a heart quacking for comfort, without ever reaching it.

It was even more tormenting inside his ass. Each part of his tender flesh was irritated by low, relentless vibrations. Some beads moved more intensely than others as minutes moved along for him. At an interval, his brain was almost fried from an excruciating movement, when nothing but the last bead tickled at his prostate at a constant—maddening rate. It sent him into a frenzy.

Angel pulled on the ropes harshly, struggling desperately to turnover, as his stomach burned to flames, and body shuddered beyond his control. His cries grew weary at the futile attempts, and he was spent of strength to try and hold his bladder—he'd die. So he gave in and felt the pleasure getting him close to cummimg. He was almost there, right at the edge, cock ready to burst when the vibrations mercilessly toned down unbearably low, robbing away his high with no heart to spare.

'Mmphh!!' He pleaded to the air and walls, shuffling around however he could, leading to nothing but even more agony for himself. It dawned on him only now that he had to survive the remaining night like this, where he sees nothing, and hears nothing except his own tormented body, waiting endlessly for someone to come free him.

Xavier, would he really not come over tonight?

Angel couldn't even kid himself, Xavier was never one to mind consequences and did whatever sounded fun to him at the moment. And Angel, bound, tied up, and tormented for the whole night was but another form of entertainment for him.

Aware of his fate, Angel hung on to his escaping breaths and tried to endure all the agony and abuse because he was nothing more than a dog caged by his Masters. And pets don't get to announce their own freedom.

He was sure at some point, the entire length of his legs was so sensitive, he'd cum if someone as much as traced his thigh with the tip of their fingers. And it was a miracle he was still feeling in his ass, because it felt numb, until of course the pace changed. At some intervals a mind fucking buzz would throb through his ass, harsh enough to bounce off the vibrator had it been on the floor. It would take Angel's heart out, rendering him breathless until he gasped through his aching jaw.

He came achingly, he had been for a while, Angel couldn't tell. With a cock leaking constantly, and a body melting away as it shuddered, Angel had lost all strength to resist anything.

When his body wanted to come, pee, scream, convulse, he'd witness it happen helplessly.

Groveling to the walls and ceiling to consume him only furthered his torment; perhaps if he wished hard enough he would be spared, but the more he hoped, the more the disappointment would agonize him. He became very aware of how each second was inescapable. He had to pass through it, wait in agony for his Masters to free him after they'd had a good sleep.

He might have caught some sleep too, but it was beyond him to confirm that, nor could he know how much longer he had to stay here. Soapy liquids were collecting near his mouth and cock. It wasn't even erect anymore, yet Angel was still feeling like everything below his waist was on fire.

Footsteps suddenly thud through the living room, and Angel's nerves grew alert. Had morning arrived? He moved around in anticipation, trying to get a crumb of attention from his Master. Begging involuntarily with his moans, legs wriggling almost beyond his control, his whole being focused on where the thuds led, praying with all his might that they arrived at him. If his Masters asked him to lay down beneath their feet could he be free of this hell, he would do it without a thought.

To his horror, Ray mercilessly descended back to his room and closed the door behind him without even sparing a pause in Angel's direction. And Angel died a little at that moment. He screamed to himself, feeling wronged, humiliated, and scared, most of all.

The more Angel cried the more his sanity deteriorated, yet the floors remained hauntingly silent. He had to accept that not even half the night had passed; Ray woke up late into the night to hydrate. Withering away in this cold and dark closet with dread and desperation as his only companions were what inevitably lay ahead, whether he could accept it or not.

He whimpered terribly, just how many more hours he would have to wait for the ruthless morning to take shape? His cock bled, burning like someone had skinned it bare, he could only wish to soothe the erect thing. The only friction on his body was from the tools his Master left him with. To save himself, he shuffled his feet together as a form of escape since he couldn't even clench his mouth or huddle his body.

'Nngh' Drained sobs didn't cease from his mouth, he stopped counting the time; how much it felt like had passed. Why should he? It wouldn't matter. He would remain here until his master decided so. If only one of them would show up and soothe his limbs with their big and warm hands.

Deprived of it, he could only survive on imagined love. How his Masters would caress his head, kiss him, fuck his body, play with it, everything in their presence made him feel loved. But waiting with no frame of time, alone with no one adoring him, it was beyond hurtful. Yet many nights, he'd yield to the ropes.

To be their slave, and grovel in his cage with a heart bundled in nerves, it all made his body shiver with sick pleasure. His body and heart conflicted, and the liberty to choose had long been snatched from him.

What is the point of his existence if he is not used like a toy? It would be even better if his Masters tie him up with his limbs hoisted, and ass exposed. Deprived of all his senses he'd only be a hole used to please cocks, and if he even dares to defy them, his ass should be flogged bare until he gives in. What does it matter if he cries or begs with all his body? Let him suffer.

Birds started chirping outside, and Angel came aided by his depraved thoughts. He didn't need to try, tired his body fell into a deep sleep on its own.

——A soft warmth enveloped the bedroom through the east-facing windows, and Ray's alarm went off. Dull, he closed it and rested his head until he could get up. He had slept well, but he missed having a warm body beside him.

His puppy must have completely given in to the pleasure as the night passed. He was begging to be freed a few hours ago when Ray went out to drink water. It was so pretty—the muffled moans and shuffles desperate to be heard, Ray could have listened to it all night.

He even pretended to head back to his room and shut the door only to silently walk over to the closet and lean by to hear his puppy agonized by the constant rush of pleasure. All the crying, and groveling, even the constant inescapable buzzing, Ray recorded it for a while. Pleased with the beautiful sounds, he went back to sleep in a very good mood.

Now too, his spirits were high, physically too. Getting off the bed, he announced his presence in the living room with heavy footsteps and slid the closet door open. Inside, his puppy was jolting like a mouse caught in a trap. He squatted down, and scratched the arched hip bone with the tip of his fingers, making the body shiver and cry.

"Morning puppy, had a good night?" Ray had a naturally deep voice early in the morning.

The answer was apparent; his puppy started whining with sniffles, like a child lost in a crowd. Smirking, Ray ruffled his hair and leaned in to undo the ropes from the hooks.

"Shh, there, there. Everything is okay, puppy. You did so well waiting for your mean Masters, like a very good boy. And good boys are given treats are they not? Try and sit up."

Ray raised his puppy's head, aiding him to sit up, then clutched the rope tying his heels to turn him around to face him. As he had imagined, his trembling puppy was a beautiful sight to see, he captured it all with his phone.

With his free hand, Ray caressed the side of Angel's propped-up thighs. Almost as if he was measuring how soft the flesh was, he generously massaged the place, making his huddled puppy quiver relentlessly.

"Good boy, just like that, let all the tension out." Keeping his phone away, he focused on untying his puppy. Hands first, and as soon as they were free, arms wrapped around the knees, making the body tremble even more harshly.

Ray removed his own sweater, kissed Angel's cheeks, and grazed his back to encourage him. "It's okay, baby. You're okay. Wear this, come on. Good boy, yeah, like that."

Wrapped in something more than just the morning cold, Angel hid behind his knees, with folded arms digging into his stomach. His knees were untied too, but he didn't dare to pull them apart.

Before freeing the ankles, Ray pulled up on the rope to access the blocked-off hole below. The buzzing had stopped, probably a while ago, Ray shifted the vibe around to gather some juices, so it popped out easily, leaving behind a twitching, open hole.

It was terribly amusing

Ray carried Angel in his arms to the sofa and sat down at a corner with Angel on his lap. Almost immediately, the little guy picked the hem of his sweatshirt and pulled it over his knees, covering everything except his bum and ankles, which he rested on his Master's lap, spilling down slimy juices all over the place.

Chuckling, Ray caressed his arms profusely. "Was it that cold baby?"

He removed the ball gag, to let Angel catch his breath. He moaned first, the kind where he grinded his teeth. Instead of answering, he nuzzled his head, looking to be loved, and wear off the cold.

"Okay, okay, you are so spoiled." Ray covered his palms around Angel's feet, other hand grazed the sparingly covered body. It must be unbearably comforting, Angel started shivering and did so until his body had warmed up in most places. It felt so peaceful now, his body was wrapped in love, and it could feel things.

"Master .." Weak, he tried to voice his concerns after his body felt safe in his Master's hands.

"What is it, baby?"

"It feels so empty." He grinded his ass against the hard cock under his Master's boxers.

"Yeah? You want me to fill it up again?"

Angel kissed his Master's hand, the palm, bones travelling at the back, and clutched it for his comfort. "Please use me, Master. Haven't I been a good boy? Please."

"Okay, go bring me lube then."

Ray fucked Angel once he returned, in more than one way.