Master, Slave, Master (14)

A fever had latched onto Angel. He tossed and turned on the sun-bathed bed to find a place more cool to settle in, but it was his body that was keeping him warm. He hugged himself close, trapping himself in his own climate, saturating himself thin.

Faint noises from the TV outside slowly revived his senses; he had fallen asleep for a good amount of time.

Angel breathed deeply, gulping at his saliva. No thoughts were crowding his head, just a faint sense of belonging in the body that was burying him in warmth. He couldn't feel his legs beyond a thick numbness bulging on his tattered muscles. A cloth still covered his eyes, though it was dry of his tears now. And his dick was throbbing lightly bullied by the metal walls keeping it pitifully calm.

He got off the bed, his body dissolved of energy, taking a toll on itself.

"Ah..." Angel knelt down holding his stomach, the blood coursing his veins was still tensing in pleasure, boiling his temperature to almost a feverish state. He couldn't get off the floor, he didn't want to except Xavier and Ray weren't there. He should be kneeling in front of them. There is no place more suitable for him.

In darkness, he made his way over to the lounge. The TV was airing National Geographic, and Xavier was busy on his laptop while Ray was playing a card game on his phone. Everything else was quiet.

Angel didn't need to see to know.

He was captured in a haze; nothing outside of this room could possibly be real, and everything in it was enough for him, it was all he could ever need.

He silently walked over and sat on the floor in front of them with no piece of clothing on him. He wasn't waiting to be acknowledged, it was enough they didn't disapprove of his presence. Just being as he was, oppressed and vulnerable, was thrilling beyond measure for Angel.

His body was covered in thin red marks and his cock still caged, reminding him of where he belonged.

Minutes passed in linear cognition, not a variable in sight. It was starting to haunt Angel. He didn't have the strength to speak and break the silence, yet nothing else did either.

His body was starting to ache for the simplest of caress from his Masters, yet only the air veiled over him in the darkness, shattering every expectation of his with cruel silence. Pain would be far less excruciating than this endless void of longing.

It was starting to get colder, the sun must've set, and Angel couldn't escape himself. He was being buried alive in his own skin. The noises from his favourite show were nothing more than ringing to him, adding to the taunt of his failing sanity. Surrender was his only hope, yet even that breathed in him no essence of life.

At the crux of madness, Xavier stood up from where he was and Angel could finally breathe again, all his attention snatched by the footsteps thudding across the floor. They eventually made their way to his yearning figure.

Xavier palmed Angel's burning face up and kissed him, hydrating Angel's dry lips with his own. Softly, leisurely, like they were the most precious thing here on earth.

The body Angel had could only flush with a radiating warmth, burning him alive. "Master.."

"Yes?"

"I .. will we .. do something?"

"We are doing something." Xavier laid soft kisses all along Angel's face.

"I mean-"

A frown grew between Xavier's brows and he slapped Angel without mercy. "You mean?"

Angel bit his trembling lips, his heart brimming with turmoil, unable to sound another word except a meek apology. He shifted his toes on the floor, hands clasped near his stomach, unmoving. Letting his body dissolve under Xavier's soft touches along the side of his neck. Kissing him. Biting. Taking his soul away.

He touched his dick, lost in delirium, only for his heart to fall when the strict metal bindings kept him an inch too far from pleasure. He whined, slowly losing all reason, but he didn't plead for more. His body was meant to wither in yearning.

With a hand on his neck, Xavier crawled Angel back with him to the couch and sat down on it. Angel kneeled on the floor beyond him and Xavier caressed Angel's cheek, and spoke in a tone that tingled up Angel's skin. "You dare to ask for more after fainting on us like that?"

"I .. sorry.." Before now, Angel had forgotten.

Grasping a handful of Angel's hair, Xavier tugged his head back and devoured his being of breaths. Kissed him furiously until Angel could do nothing but whimper beneath him. "Sorry? Does that suffice us of our wasted time? You useless thing."

Tears streamed down Angel's face, his little body trembling with uneasiness. "Sorry .. sorry." He murmured over and over again like a sinner finding God in desperation.

Ray couldn't help but chuckle at the endearing sight. He moved over, and stood beside Angel, lending him a comforting hand. "Shh, be a good boy. You've had your rest."

Angel's heart jolted up, and his head faster.

"Xavi." Ray calmly spoke, and Xavier went away to oblige.

Angel wondered where Xavier went to, his fretful gaze lingered behind him.

"We got a new cage for you." Ray sat down where Xavi just was and continued messing up Angel's hair.

"New .. cage?" Angel didn't know what to expect, everything and anything can be a cage.

Ray chuckled, knowing what line of thoughts trailed Angel's mind. "Yeah, for your cock to learn some manners. We'll keep that on while we go out for dinner, okay?"

"It's nothing you haven't experienced before, but something new nonetheless. It'll be fun." Xavier was already back.

"Stand up."

Ray undid the metal cage in front of him, making Angel's nerves race, and body ache at the taste of freedom. His cock could breathe and even the air bought it immense pleasure. But before he could savour any of it, Ray restrained him more strictly than before, stabbing at Angel's fragile heart without a hint of grace. Angel could only whine without a word of protest.

He didn't understand why they changed it though. The mind Angel had right now wasn't able to comprehend, he just kept his head low, waiting for Ray to properly fix it on him.

The new cage wasn't too different in shape, except that this one covered his balls too. The metal linings strictly shaped around them. There was an added feature as well, which Angel only realised after it was suddenly activated.

A mind-grazing vibration buzzed all over his oppressed organs, wringing his entire body in an inescapable frenzy. It pulsated through his foreskin, over and under, everywhere the cage touched, all places he couldn't possibly stop it from reaching, making his blood writhe.

He fell to his knees screaming, holding down his crotch, trying to tear that treacherous metal away from his balls to no avail.

His Masters just watched him crumble from above the couch, and Angel screamed like he would turn insane if he wasn't set free of this torment. The vibrations were so precise and constant, it felt like they surrounded his whole body, turning him to mush.

Unable to escape, gruelling to the ground, Angel prostrated at his Master's feet, surrounding his palm around their ankles. "I don't like this! Please! Please. Can it be turned off?"

If it was a normal day, Ray and Xavier would have considered stopping, but today they didn't have to mind Angel's senseless whining. They sat still, waiting with a light smirk on their lips, watching Angel drown in the endless, agonizing pleasure until his body could do nothing but accept it.

Yet the poor thing plead with reckless hope, it was quite pleasing to hear, and the desperation that made the little pup's skin tremble was adorable to witness. It could barely breathe without the pleasure burning it alive, yet not one soul grieved for the pitiful thing.

"Get back on your knees." Ray broke the heaving atmosphere, and Angel breathed heavily through his mouth, body shivering beyond his control, yet he obliged.

"Master, please .. I can't .." Angel had a stupid expression on his face like he didn't know what the world was. His palm was surrounding his groin to have a slight sense of relief, but the vibrations still coursed through his soft flesh unbridled. An inch too far for him to escape.

Xavier palmed his scalding face and wiped his tears away. Then with a tone so tender, and loving, it would deceive God, he said, "We don't want to hear any more begging, baby. If you continue, we will gag your mouth again, and it won't be a pretty combination."

"I am trying .." Mumbled Angel, his head leaning on Xavier's hand, breaths shallow, and lousy. "I'll be good .." Tears trickled down his cheeks, he really wanted to behave well. Nothing was more important.

Annoying his Masters was more of a scare, than the threat of more suffering.

Through pained moans, he tried to redirect blood in other places of his body and feel more than the angst boiling his sanity away. His lips parted, aiding him in collecting breaths, hands clinging to Xavier's thighs, anxiously waiting to be released.

Seconds turned into minutes but he didn't get another order while that vibrating cage continued to burn his senses alive, for however long time stretched by. He was nothing, nothing but a wailing mess, limbs quivering in fever, body severely shunned of ease. Xavier did nothing to calm him.

Yet, the moment Angel dared to close his knees, Xavier spread his thighs apart and watched him wreck. Angel had become a pretty mess, robbed and left to wither. There was nothing more that would suit Angel's skin than the beautiful shade of desperation. His agony was made to be relished.

And Ray recorded every moment of his aggrieved expression with such calmness, one would think Ray was capturing the waves ashore.

He motioned Xavier to pass Angel over, and palmed the face of his kneeling puppy, caressing the hem of his desolate eyes. "Shh, are you troubled by just this much? Hm? Be good. Endure it."

Angel lost his heart at the words and wept uncontrollably. Despite not being allowed, he begged with all his heart. "I can't. I really can't .. please .. I'll die. Let me go." He softly kissed the back of Ray's hand with his trembling lips, trying to earn a cent of mercy. "Ugh-"

Ray's grip suddenly harshened at the back of Angel's neck, and his tone grew deep, corroding the air in its wake. "Shut up. This is what I have decided for you, puppy, you'll learn to accept it."

Perhaps it was the penetrative cold, or the pleasure eroding his veins, certainly, it was fear; Angel's teeth chattered softly, and no part of his body remained sane, or his, for that matter.

"Master .." He strained at the pull on his neck. No one could tell if he was crying for mercy, or his complete ruin.

"Change of plans. We'll have to order in since this one really can't seem to settle for less." Ray left the couch in a loud fashion purposely so Angel could measure the dread drenching him cold.

It riddled Xavier with amusement and a slight sense of pity. He sneered. "Is it that difficult to endure some vibrations on your cock for us? How pathetic, baby."

Sitting where he was, Xavier just had to take a step to trample on Angel's crotch, the steady buzz tickled his soul in a slightly pleasing way. While Angel felt like his whole being was being weighed down by him. He kept his head low, shamed to perfection, and trembling under the constant agitation down his organs. "I-I am sorry .. I really can't .. it's just too much."

Raising his brow, Xavier pinched Angel's nipple with a strict pull, taunting his nerves of the power he held on them. "Is that important? Don't ever give me that excuse. If it's too much, you still bear it. I don't care if you scream, cry or writhe into oblivion, you don't get to object us, puppy. Have you not understood that yet?"

Angel was spilling hot tears at an incredible speed, gently holding Xavier's wrist that was keeping his nipple taut. "I have! I have.."

"What did you understand? Repeat it." Xavier was breaking into Angel's mind with each word, tearing at his defences and exposing him bare.

"I-I don't get to object Master, I-I am only to obey them." Angel couldn't even feel the vibrations on his cock as pain burned through his chest with Xavier still twisting him raw.

"Yes. Good boy. And when Master takes away the privilege of begging from you, what do you do?" Like clear glass, Xavier was practically able to see Angel's heart jolting in panic, despair, pain and all sorts of sensations. Pre-cum was oozing out his trampled dick like a broken faucet.

"I-I don't even think of begging until Master allows me to." There was no other answer. Every inch of his skin knew.

"That's right. And what if you fail in doing so? What if you fail us because of some momentary reprieve?" Xavier spoke.

And that's where Angel burrowed into his mind and felt himself shameful and disobedient to his very core. His being surrendered in answer. "I must be punished for it." Terribly. Terribly. He repeated in his heart until his body craved it until his skin couldn't do without it, until everything he knew of himself was shattered, leaving him a sinner yearning for repentance.