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Please fuck me, master. Brasius answered with a thrust, and Kynon cried out as the massive cock entered him. There was no preamble, and it hurt. The plug had teased him. It had not opened him enough to take Brasius with ease. Possibly it would always hurt, Kynon thought, and that was why Brasius had chosen him for this pain and humiliation a prince. He struggled under Brasius s weight and felt tears squeeze out from under his eyelids. He had lost his erection. He was surprised to feel a touch on his face, and he opened his eyes to find Brasius stroking his cheek. Hold still, boy, he said, his voice low. His eyes were almost black. Breathe. Kynon drew a shaking breath, forcing himself to stop struggling. It hurts! Breathe, his master said again. 44 Lisa Henry Tears burned Kynon s eyes. He drew a deep breath and realized that the pain was not as sharp. It was more of an ache now. I am all the way inside you, his master said, and Kynon marveled at the way Brasius held himself still. He could see the tendons in the man s neck trembling with the effort. Tell me what you feel. It hurts, Kynon whispered, closing his eyes again. His anus was too stretched, and every muscle inside of him protested at the intrusion of Brasius s cock. Then Brasius tilted his hips, and Kynon felt his master s cock push against that place inside him that sensitive place that was somehow connected directly to his cock. His cock twitched, and Kynon gasped. His master shifted position again, reaching down between their bodies to grip Kynon s cock in his hand again. Kynon arched his back. The pain in his ass had defused. Now it throbbed like a second heartbeat. His cock was immediately hard again under his master s touch, and he realized with confusion that the feeling was there again, and it was stronger than before: he wanted to be fucked. He opened his eyes. Please fuck me, master. Brasius growled, releasing Kynon s cock. He pulled back. Kynon groaned, and Brasius thrust again. Kynon fought for leverage on the chains in order to meet his master s thrusts. Somewhere inside he was conscious of that fact that he was no longer a victim. He was an active participant. It didn t matter. He just wanted to come. More than that, strangely, he wanted to feel his master come. Brasius thrust quickly, and Kynon pushed his hips up to meet each one. The feel of his master s cock inside him made his whole body throb. His cock was almost painfully hard. He wanted his master to fuck him even harder. He closed his eyes and arched his back, bending himself to his master s will. He pulled on the chains. Brasius began to grunt as he kept up the furious tempo. Come for me, boy! Kynon s body obeyed. His orgasm tore through him, and hot cum splashed onto his stomach and chest. His master held still and tensed and then bellowed as he came. Kynon felt the hot blast deep inside him. Brasius pulled out. Tribute 45 Kynon lay trembling on the couch. Brasius leaned down and ran his fingers through the cum on Kynon s stomach. For a moment his fingers followed the path of the scar along Kynon s hip, and his eyes darkened again. Then he raised his hand to Kynon s face, and Kynon opened his lips instinctively. Good boy, said the warlord, inserting his fingers into Kynon s mouth so that he could taste himself. His breathing was still hard. Good boy. The hint of a smile tugged at the corners of the warlord s lips as he looked down at Kynon. His eyes were half-closed as Kynon sucked his fingers. The look on his face was peculiar, and Kynon couldn t read it. On anyone else, he might have thought it was tenderness. * * * In the darkness, Kynon listened to the sound of the warlord snoring gently. He tried to make himself more comfortable on the couch, but it was difficult to move with his hands bound above him. He saw light and squinted to try and make out the figure entering the tent. She came closer it was Hera. She unshackled Kynon and Alysia quietly, glancing up as she worked to be sure the warlord didn t awake. She raised a finger to her lips and beckoned them to follow her. Every muscle in Kynon s body ached as he rose from the couch. Beside him, Alysia stumbled, and he caught her by the elbow to steady her. The warmth of her flesh from that one small contact made his heart race. Outside, the camp was quiet. Low fires still burned as the night progressed toward dawn. Captain Rennick was waiting for them some distance away, standing in front of a tub full of water. Hera led them to him. Alysia, get in. Alysia obeyed. Kynon saw from the look of relief on her face that the water wasn t too cold. She stood there, arms held out, and Rennick began to wash her. 46 Lisa Henry Kynon, unsure what to do with himself, remembered Mistress Hera s previous instructions and lowered himself to his knees. He clasped his hands behind his neck, looking to Hera. She didn t acknowledge him, and Kynon looked at the ground, ashamed. Had he expected praise like a trained dog? It wasn t his subservience that shamed him, he realized after a moment. It was that he d wanted praise when every fiber of his being told him Mistress Hera would not applaud him for doing just what was expected of him. Her praise, he was sure, had to be earned. It frightened him that there was a part of him that wanted to earn it. It was that damn drink, he thought. The procurators blend. It had gone straight to his cock, messed with his head, and made him forget himself. It had turned him into a whore. Kynon felt tears prick his eyes. Rennick tugged at his collar, and Kynon allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. He stepped into the tub, and Rennick began to scrub him down with a rough cloth. Bend over, the captain said. Flushing, glad of the darkness, Kynon obeyed. Rennick swiped the cloth down between his buttocks and used his fingers to push it inside his anus. Kynon s cock hardened in response, and he flinched. Rennick withdrew the cloth and then reached around to clean his cock and balls. Kynon moved his hips toward the touch of the man s hand, and Rennick patted him on the back. Tomorrow you will be flogged, said Mistress Hera. Kynon blanched, and Alysia gasped. Hera smiled. Rennick, take them back to their master s tent. He may wish to [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |