Master, Slave, Master (11)

That anxiousness that creeps through your veins, one that makes you want to grovel, it's a sign you are being used by us.

Learn to cherish it, silently.

So always then, Angel thought. If the sunken feeling, that makes his nerves grow warm and skin shiver cold is what Ray was talking about, it's never gone when he is around the two of them. Even now, as Angel waited for the pot to heat up at the right temperature, just the thought that Ray and Xavier would come over anytime made his body both light and incredibly heavy.

He rechecked his collar and the mechanical bracelet on his wrist, both connected with a chain. It's not meant to be in this fashion, usually, the chain is meant to run free, like a leash, but it was rather annoying to have it hang around when no one was around to man it. The idea for improvisation was appreciated by Xavier, he thought it was like a lock on his leash. Angel can be no one but theirs.

It can't be good, can it? Submission.

Will is secondary to Angel. Or it may not even be about will at all. Losing all retentions of humanity and becoming something servile, how can a sane person willingly live like that? It's absurd.

Angel couldn't focus on the food, it was impossible. He is not allowed to talk between Xavier and Ray unless called upon, so it's always like this. Him listening to them talk about their things, about college, home life, and how they would play with him next. Today was some other mundane topic.

In the bedroom too. Angel couldn't speak, he could, but he really couldn't. Silently, Ray said. Cherish it silently. So while his naked body burned with Xavier weighing over him again, and his face boiled over resting on Ray's arm, he didn't utter a word. He didn't beg either. They won't use him today. And it killed Angel a little.

Morning arrived, and Angel woke up quite early but he didn't move around to disturb the two others occupying his bed.

"You up, baby?" It was Ray, his voice mellow and ruining. Angel almost quite died at that very moment.

"Y-yes!" He wasn't meaning to, but his reply was laid in eagerness.

Ray didn't say anything, he brought his hand over to ruffle Angel's hair. It made Angel forget what the world was, all that remained was him on the clouds. Such irony. Who quivers his heart with fear is also the one to calm him still. Beyond control, his body, mind, and heart, all had become subservient to their presence. Would he ever yearn for escape?

"Are you up, baby?" It was Xavier this time, he spoke from behind.

Angel's body caught fire, and his heartbeat sped up like he was on a chase. "Y-yes."

"Good." Xavier shifted behind Angel to relax himself, his body holding Angel down completely with its weight. And suddenly the moment felt absurd—his anxiousness meant nothing to them. Angel lost himself.

Xavier smirked, it was in good faith. "Is he crying?"

Ray had a soft smile too. "Hm."

A quiet minute later Xavier slowly sat up, and Angel right after. He pulled Angel's back to his chest, wrapped an arm around his slim waist, and covered his palm over Angel's eyes. He kissed the back of Angel's neck, breathing him in. "It's okay. Let it hurt."

There was no clear sound of something shattering but Angel's heart had crumbled right then. He couldn't even hate it. His body was on fire like he had just had the most intense orgasm.

"See? It enthrals you to be ours. Don't avoid it." Xavier was playing with words, with him. And Angel couldn't escape it.

Ray sat up, smirking at the display. The back of his hand softly caressed Angel's cheek. "You'll be crying so much more, puppy. It's almost a pity."

Whatever this pity was, was never felt. Ray gripped Angel's neck and kissed him obsessively.

Angel couldn't breathe. They surrounded him, tainting his skin with their lips like he meant the world to them. His chest rose and fell swiftly, anxious and hopeful, he let air escape his nose as quickly as it came in.

If it's a stupid way to live, why can't it be avoided?

Ray's weight suddenly crept away from the bed, missing Angel of his presence. It scared him. He couldn't see. Yet there was no inch on his body he couldn't sense in the darkness. Tingling, keeping him alert.

When Xavier's hand suddenly held Angel's dick, it took half his soul away within a breath. "Master.."

Xavier didn't say a word, just measured how the little thing rested in his hand. How much torment could it take? Angel was a thing easy to ruin. Just a touch and his body was burning up like a dog. Had he not been taught well, he'd already be begging for Xavier to move his hand.

"Try and calm it down. Okay?" Xavier softly said. His grip on Angel became a little harsh. "Or I'll have to make it go down."

"Okay!" Angel earnestly replied.

Ray came back from the washroom to find Angel wincing with his palms clenched. "Let me have him."

Xavier let him go, and Angel quickly walked over to Ray, settling his waist in Ray's arm. "Keep your eyes closed." He commanded.

There was no place for Angel to argue. He was lightly caressed on his head as a reward and it made his heart more eager to please them.

Angel was taken for a warm shower, and Ray and Xavier guided him through every moment of it. They were attending to his body like it meant the world to them.

Once the faucet was turned off, Angel was dried off with a pillowy towel in every place he would find embarrassing to touch even if he was alone. What it was doing to his heart couldn't be summarised, it was too much. And Angel loved it dearly.

"This is the only covering you'll need today," Ray spoke and Angel felt a pair of big hands messing with his dick. He couldn't help but wince. There was no way for him to know what Ray meant until after he felt the metal restraints against his dick, binding him of growth.

It wasn't a new feeling. Having his sense of pleasure deprived behind a lock on a day he most needed it. No matter how he ached to lose himself to a high, his body was robbed of the capability. The thought throbbed at his heart and burned his body against the metal walls.

Numb of being, he held his dick or the cage surrounding it, trying to ease the pain of arousal. "T-till when am I supposed to wear it, Master?"

"Till whenever we say, baby." Xavier re-attached the bracelet on Angel. Though he didn't attach the collar. And since he felt generous, he tied a black cloth around Angel's eyes, so his baby would have to spare less effort in keeping his vision blinded.

Angel kissed Xavier's hand whenever he found it. "Okay."

Out in the kitchen, although Angel knew it sounded idiotic, he still asked. "Should I make breakfast?"

"Don't be a fool. Sit and wait." Ray said and Angel did. And when Xavier fed him whatever Ray had made, he ate it without making a mess.

Angel felt nothing but devoted, even as they walked him somewhere and kissed every inch of him they could. The next second arrived and his hands were being tied up to a tall beam, stretched so high that Angel had no option but to remain shuffling on his toes for balance.

"Open your mouth." Angel barely knew why, but he did so. What followed was Ray smirking. "Shouldn't it be natural for you to stick your tongue out in such a scenario? Stick your tongue out."

Angel was quick to oblige. A second later an inches-long silicone rod was slid into his mouth and fixed with a strap, settling right before his gag reflexes. It clouded him with a numbing sense of fear, the sheer inescapability of it.

Short panicked gasps remained at the hem of his nose while he tried to attend to breathing without heaving his guts out. Every inch of skin from the tip of his fingers to his toes was trembling with a slight cold under it.

He moved his head around, trying to get attention, to be loved again, caressed, possibly kissed but all he could sense was the shuffling around him of Ray and Xavier gathering what they wanted to, to harm his skin.

Seconds passed like an eternity and Angel worried about when anything would start. Every breath of his strained his sanity, and Xavier's hand that casually rested on the side of his hip was making Angel's stomach tingle. Xavier has softer hands, Angel wanted to be touched by them all over, if nowhere then just the side of his chest where his arms could no longer cover as they were stretched above his head.

But he got nothing, even the resting palm was taken away after Xavier said: we ready to start?

Angel moaned through his nose in fright, and whatever Ray said next completely overrode his senses.

"Calm down." It was commanding tone, carried on by softer nodes. "It will only hurt more if you resist. Take it well."

Everything in Angel's body stilled for a second, for the second time today, his dick felt the restraints of the metal cage bind him down. His breath grew hasty, a touch of arousal mixed in with fear, while something burned below his stomach.

His body was barely balancing on his toes, when Ray struck an electric sharp whip at his thighs with no mercy held, igniting him in flames.

Before he could even adjust to it, Ray let another strike cut a thin yet deep line of pain across his ass, it made him forget everything and huddle to find comfort. More hits grazed his skin one after another, crackling the whip sharply onto his arms, chest, stomach, stopping nowhere in the name of mercy.

Angel was screaming to find an escape, his body was in such turmoil, he couldn't stand still for a moment, nor could he beg; crying was all his crumpled heart could manage. He was slowly being exhausted of endurance until he could be nothing but servile and gave in with all his heart.

A veil of burning warmth covered his body by the time Ray stopped whipping his skin, every bruised inch of his throbbing hot, drowning him in flames. He was tired of breathing, and tears soaked the black cloth over his eyes. Nothing was bearing well on his sanity.

Only a few seconds had passed for him to catch on when Ray let a sharp hit wrung his thighs, it pierced into his skin, bleeding him dry of heart. Angel didn't know what to do, he couldn't bear it anymore, his body wasn't in his control, trembling so heavily in fear of pain, it made his bladder weak. God was the only thought in his heart, begging weakly for mercy.

Ray paused at that and leisured at the sight. He was waiting. Waiting for Angel to reach the breaking point of his endurance. Even if he willed with all his body, Angel couldn't plead, all he had at his disposal was acceptance and eventually, surrender.

The following strikes were measured, heavy-handed, breaking Angel's spirit or whatever was left of it. Ray stretched his hand back and whipped the worn-out mass of flesh hanging in front of him, precision and routine masking his hits, mechanical, unable to retain any lenience.

Angel had died down, he wasn't struggling against the pain anymore. Not everyone had the talent for this. To each their own, but Ray and Xavier understood Angel's body and mind well. As of right now, the person who was having the most intense high wasn't either of them, but Angel.

He was drowning in pleasure.