Master, Slave, Master (12)

Ray set the whip aside and exchanged places with Xavier. Stood by Angel, and adored his body of the marks he had made. The little thing was breathing quietly, in haste, afraid of everything that existed. Anyone could sense the turmoil brewing within him; Ray found it deserving.

Despite the harshness, Ray mostly stayed clear of Angel's ass. Xavier had plans to take care of it with a half-inch thick leather strap.

Just the noise would make anyone flinch, and Angel's soul jumped out his body when it suddenly whacked his ass. The shock traveled up his body, making him shudder with hot flashes.

The slithering leather bounced off Angel's ass so adorably Xavier couldn't resist striking him again, over and over. He held Angel close and intently observed how each raise of his hand caused Angel to wither.

"Mngh!!!" Angel stretched on his arms, and his knees squirmed around trying to hide his back from Xavier in any way he could. It was burning him to ashes.

"Heh, don't be a lousy bitch." Xavier slid his hand down to Angel's waist and firmly held him in place. "Stick your ass out. I am not done with you."

Every tender side of Angel's ass was tingling so heavily, it weighed over Angel. Something warm was trickling down his thighs and Angel couldn't even make sense of it. He made a hauling effort to bend over and straighten his knees for Xavier.

"Good boy." Xavier ruffled Angel's head and kissed his body lightly. "Now keep it like that for me."

When Xavier finished speaking, he struck him again. Stern, and harsh, with a quick swing of his arm. Though Angel moaned painfully, he kept his body presentable so readily, no one could say he wanted to escape this.

The leather strap rose and fell sharply on Angel, whacking all senses out of him with every hit. It was draining him of life, he could barely even remain to scream.

And Xavier was drugged out of his senses. His hand ceased to give Angel a break despite knowing how harsh he was being. The sight of Angel's ass shuddering, trying uselessly to struggle away, had wrung Xavier's mind dry of reason.

Why couldn't he just devour the sight whole?

After a hit with which Xavier fully meant to burn Angel's skin, he threw the leather strap somewhere away and kneeled to bite Angel's ass. His teeth barely made it past the skin, and he tasted a hint of blood before he welcomed his sanity back.

Angel slowly caught his breath above. His heart had stuck to his throat, his whole body was throbbing inside out. He was so numb of being, so dulled, he could barely be sure he wasn't drowning somewhere. And his cock was a kind of mess he couldn't even describe. He just wanted to kneel and beg to have it rid of that damn cage clinging tightly to his cock.

But all he could do was hang on his hands to try and breathe with the thickness binding his throat of air. It was slowly fainting him away.

Xavier stood up behind him, and wrapped his arms around Angel's waist, easing into him. All bruises on Angel's body he could reach with his hands, he did, and caressed them dearly.

"I want to eat him whole. Can't we keep him tied up like this all day?"

"Some other day." Ray caught Angel's hands of the fall, as soon as they were untied, and held them in place. Despite nothing stretching him up, the anxious little thing couldn't fully ground his toes to the floor.

Ray held him close, curing his body of tremors, and kissed the light bruises on his wrist from the rope. "Won't you like that, puppy?"

Will he? Hung to his hands with his senses dulled away so heavily, even breathing becomes faulty .. Angel felt haunted. But, must they care for him? He is a thing meant to wither away until he is dry of being. They should do to him what they see fit, even if he hates it with all his guts. He should hate it with all his guts.

There was no way for Angel to express his answer so he just let his head bow, and cry tears of heave. His jaw was starting to hurt.

"Heh, how can he answer with his mouth plugged? Let's just get to it. I am sure he'll have as much fun with what we do next." Xavier walked off, and a heavy piece of furniture was dragged near him.

This fun, it can't possibly be something which bears easy on Angel. And sure enough, Ray helped him place his knees over a soft padding. One after the other, on two dedicated cushions separated by a distance. His back was pushed by a slender hand to bend his stomach over another pillow.

"Good boy. Now put your hands here." Ray spoke and helped place both arms on either side. When Angel obliged, Xavier ruffled his hair to let him know he did a good job.

The embarrassment that coursed his veins from resting his body on all fours was washed away in an instant at Xavier's touch. He was being a good bitch for them, and that's all he could ever wish to be.

This bench wasn't something Angel was laid on frequently. But he knew the process well. All his limbs—calves and forearms were firmly strapped in by belts. He couldn't move them an inch by the end.

Two straps were pulled over his back, completely tying him down to this bench with his ass raised higher than his head. Everything he'd wanted to hide was defenselessly spread open behind him. He couldn't help but clench as the cold settled on him.

The bruises on him were starting to tingle in light, throbbing pain, and his ass pulsed deeply from the thudding impacts. He waited, waited to be attended to, yet Ray and Xavier were not even aware of his world.

Angel moaned through his breaths, trying to get their attention. With his head lowered, the gag was tearing at his tongue, urging him to swallow it or throw it far away, every second of it was hell.

"Shh. Are you that eager to be punished?" Ray's finger grazed over Angel's balls, and he yelped with all his body. It made him falter. The overwhelming sense of foreboding was tying him down more heavily than the straps ever could.

For the moment Ray wasn't doing anything more than a simple carass with the back of his fingers. Slowly moving it across the surface, constantly passing around his sensitive nerves. A simple fondling, but how can nothing more be craved at it? It was agonizing Angel out of his mind.

Nerves were pounding on Angel's face and over all his limbs. Every inch of his body wanted an escape. Yet he would turn insane if Ray stopped.

Ray understood him of course, but he didn't react much, he wanted to see how far this little touch of his would cause plain anguish for his little puppy. So he kept at it, his movement slow, reaching down to Angel's nerves, making him tremble.

And before even a minute had passed, Angel was leaking through his caged cock like a dog drooling for food. It made a smirk cross Ray's lips. He was trying to flare exactly this feeling Angel.

Where his skin slowly burns away from anticipation, yet the pleasure in him remains slight, continuous, until it takes him to the edge of madness. Keeping him just an inch short of release, while his dick touches nothing but the restricting walls of its cage; that's when he'll lose all his senses and truly understand his purpose.

The expression on Ray was one of pure amusement. He kept his hand smoothly aligned with the peachy skin, caressing gently, like he had nothing to worry over.

And Angel was burning to it. His shoulders, knees, every joint, and every limb felt scalding hot. There was nothing he could do, except bite back the urge to vomit as dullness coursed his veins.

"Mngh.." Angel begged, his body was failing to function, and he was slowly losing all his bearing to the nauseating pleasure.

But what was he other than a slave to please its Masters?

Ray didn't like him whining like a lousy bitch, he tugged on Angel's balls and pulled on them with a firm grip until they were ready to pop. Held them taught while he spoke slowly, hauntingly.

"You really need a lot of humbling, puppy, and we have a toy named after that exact purpose. Have you heard of it? Do you know what will happen?"

Angel couldn't breathe, but that barely mattered. Ray only pulled on them more strictly. "Answer."

Angel's head shook in haste, it was more a knee jerk than something he consciously performed. How can he not be aware of such tools?

"Well isn't that thrilling, baby? These pretty things of yours will love it. Prepare well okay?"

Xavier spoke behind him and lightly pecked the sensitive things before walking away. All the while, Ray held on strictly, like they were just things to be played with. And they were; Angel was a world too far from his own body to prevent anything.

"You know how to adjust it?" Ray asked Xavier as he came back with the device.

"I bought it, dumbass, of course I know. But should we buckle him right away?" Xavier started attending to the humbler he brought.

"No, it needs to be stretched for at least 10 minutes or his scrotum could tear." Ray kept a firm hold on Angel, keeping him starved of any relief, as he rested his arm on Angel's back to strain those pitiful things with more ease.

Xavier was done with whatever he was setting up, he stood opposing Ray and heaved his elbow near the small of Angel's back. Something amused him. "How do you think it feels to have your balls fucking held like that? It looks so pretty."

Ray gave it a moment of contemplation. "It certainly wouldn't feel pretty. He's weary to a point where he can't even heave."

Xavier rested his chin on his palm, and traced over Angel's balls with his finger. "Heh, they feel so sensitive. Can I hold them?"

"No. He's reaching his limit, so just a little more." Ray gradually increased his pull. It was necessary to let Angel get used to it. The more he did, the more Angel whined and whimpered, clenching his back to escape the grip.

It's always amusing to watch things uselessly struggle.

"God, he is so pretty." Xavier bit him near his ass again, though quite softly, barely a nibble.

"Why are you so obsessed with just the ass? I'd bite him anywhere." Ray spoke, and Angel almost died from what it did to his stomach.

Every nerve in him anticipated it, but nothing could mask his agony when Ray actually bit down on his strained balls. It marred his whole body like he'd been severed in half. His body fell still after all his nerves burdened the sudden shock, no ounce of control was left to him. Whatever Ray and Xavier wanted to happen to his body would happen regardless of how his gut churned. This was the world he chose.

Time passed slowly, dragging along Angel's breaths as his mind grew hazy of thoughts. Throat dry, and body a mix of extreme temperatures, he kept his head low on the resting pad and grew vary of movement. This is all he could ask for from Gods. Being a bound bitch, anguished to it's limit.

Drowned in it.