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Bad End

It was... in retrospect... a terrible idea. He should have fled thefirst chance he had, he knew beneath all that bravado and confidence that he had bitten off more than he could chew. He should have never come this close to the Castrum, he should have bolted when he was sighted. So many should haves and could haves and would haves.

All for nothing now. Of course the place would have been well guarded, absolutely brimming with the empire's best soldiers, what with the newly crowned emperor within. He assumed of course that he'd merely be killed. After felling so many a man, fighting until he'd used up every last bit of aether he could spare, until his arm grew too heavy to lift and his footwork clumsy and slow, he only imagined he'd be shot dead right here upon this very field. In all honesty, he'd have preferred it, meeting a death so glorious, to die here and find himself reunited with long lost comrades. Finally absolved of twenty years worth of guilt.

Instead, bruised, exhausted and ragged, he found himself locked away and bound. Arms manacled behind him, unable to rise from his kneeling position on the floor due to the shackles upon his legs, he was left to ponder if perhaps there was a grander end meant for him. Twenty years a thorn in the side of the empire, after all. The last living member of the Crimson Duelists, what else could possibly await him other than death? Public execution seemed likely, one last humiliation before the end.

A... depressing thought, one he didn't consign himself to so quickly in spite of his fatigue. His fingers scraped against the manacles, seeking out any sign of a keyhole to pick as his head cocked towards the door, listening for the sound of approaching footsteps. If he could but have a moment, just a few moments... Perhaps he could still yet turn this all around.

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The thought of being put on display like this before a leering, lustful crowd, splayed and open, teased and fucked for all to watch, and listen to him as he fell to pieces, was enough to interrupt his vehement and vocal denials with a horrified sob. His cock, however, was almost painfully hard, precum beading at the head, in direct and wanton defiance of X'rhun's own desires.

His nipples too hardened quickly as Tseng rolled them between his fingers, his body played like an instrument beneath the other man's hands. Treacherous and whorish and heedless of the terror and hopelessness starting to darken his mind now. Tseng would get precisely what he wanted, the mage lifting his head to meet the other man's gaze with eyes fogged with pleasure and panic. He'd said he would not plead, he'd swore outwardly and inwardly he wouldn't.

But that look on his face was nothing short of begging, even if the words didn't rise from him. Silent, frantic pleading, even as he fought to keep his own hips still with each and every pump of his cock. He'd not be able to last, not like this, oversensitive, overstimulated and shaking.

Tseng would be rewarded for his cruel patience; with a choked sound, a moan that had been swallowed back in shame, he spilled himself into his hand, face flushed and eyes filled with humiliation. So quickly had he cum for him, the thought forced itself to the forefront of his mind, and he tore his gaze away from him again with a soft sob. No more vicious words, it'd seem.

Edited 2021-03-28 04:54 (UTC)

"So beautiful, pet," sighed Tseng, meeting those begging eyes while listening to the horrified sob as X'rhun was starting to realize just what Tseng had in store for him. Or at least a little bit that Tseng had planned. There was no sense in telling the miqo'te everything he had planned. That would ruin the surprises.

A dark delight filled Tseng's eyes as he watched X'rhun climax, his seed spilling over Tseng's fingers, and he bent to gently kiss X'rhun, unafraid of any action he might take against Tseng.

"Gorgeous in your lust, pet," he purred with a grin and a light nip to that bottom lip. He lifted his hands from his pet's skin before wandering to grab a rolling tray that he brought back over. On it was a couple of toys as well as some rings to pierce him with for now. Tseng would have to get a new collar made for X'rhun with the anti-aether abilities worked into it.

"Now, don't move. I'd hate to hurt you," Tseng said, crouching down in front of X'rhun with a needle in one hand and a ring in the other. He quickly wiped those pretty nipples with a bit of alcohol to clean the skin before he quickly and easily set first one and then the other ring through those pretty nipples. These rings were plain and unadorned, but they would work until Tseng was able to commission some for his new pet.

"We're going to have so much fun together for the rest of your life, pet, Tseng promised with a grin before he leaned forward to lick at the newly pierced nipple. He knew how sensitive they would be now, and he was going to use that as another tool in his arsenal against the miqo'te.

He should have kept his distance, he should have curbed his pride. When he saw the royal guards present he should have retreated, told others of it. Told anyone of it. His hubris had only allowed him to see one of two options: victory or death. Never had he ever assumed anything like this, his unspoken pleas met with precisely what he expected: nothing. Just the sight of his captor's gaze filling with deviant pleasure as the mage before him began to break apart.

Teeth of course, met Tseng in that kiss, still not so easily shattered, though the other man wouldn't bear much violence from it. Still too overcome from the combined sensations of humiliation and post coital fatigue to sink his teeth into the new emperor. Besides, he had other things now to occupy his mind, the gleam of rings and piercing tools catching his eye.

Don't move, he said, and what could he do but heed that? These after all, wouldn't grant him the death he'd have preferred over this, only unwarranted pain. The cool touch of the alcohol soaked cloth dragged a shuddering breath from him, edged with a gentle noise of protest, the sensitive pink flesh perking under it. All the more overstimulated as the needle pierced the hardened little bud, one and then the other, and each time the captured mage let loose with a soft and short hiss. The ache of it, as the cold metal was set in place for each one, unable to look away now at the sight of them.

A glaring, bold declaration of ownership, as good as the collar wrapped around his neck. He watched, horrified but rapt, as Tseng moved to run his tongue along one freshly pierced nipple, the electrifying bolt of his hot tongue across cool and hyper sensitive flesh causing him to groan and shiver. "No, no, no no no no no nonono please no no-"

Oh how quickly was that promise broken, the freezing claws of reality fully sunken in now. The rest of his life, a toy, a pet, a thing to fuck. He shook, his fingers catching and clawing at the chains that held his hands. "Not this, please, please!"

What was that saying? Pride goeth before the fall? Well, X'rhun was certainly falling now. His protests were delightful music to Tseng's ears, and the sudden frantic clawing at the chains holding his hands was amusing as Tseng stepped back to admire X'rhun. As nice as it was to have him stretched out like this, it was going to make some things incredibly difficult, but Tseng couldn't just call his men back in every time he wanted to move X'rhun around.

Nodding, Tseng scooped up a crimson rope off of a shelf before returning to his pet. He started weaving the rope around X'rhun's body and limbs in such a way that he would be able to incapacitate him with a single pull of the rope, trapping his arms and legs together. He wasn't going to take a chance with the miqo'te's sharp claws or general fighting strength in desperation to get free.

Standing behind X'rhun with the rope in his hand, Tseng hit the quick release on his pet's wrists before jerking the rope at the same time to send those hands against X'rhun's legs. If his pet ended up hurt because of this, then Tseng would simply call for a medicus to heal him. After he had been moved of course.

Desperation would fully encompass the state he'd entered, wild ideas concocted and tossed aside, his mind a flurry of frantic plots and not a single one of them would hold water. No one knew he was here, no one knew where he'd gone or what he had planned on doing. His magic silenced, his weapons confiscated, his arms and legs bound and shackled.

The only possible chance would have been when the other man tried to move him, and even that was turned into so much ash as Tseng began to carefully wind that rope around him. Arms and legs captured in the rope, even trying to steel himself against it in the wild hope that perhaps he'd be able to resist the sudden snap back was all for naught.

The cry of pain made it clear he'd wrenched something, though while it was certainly uncomfortable, it was hardly dire. Miserably, through the burning pain in his shoulder where a muscle had been pulled too hard, he could tell it was nothing that might possibly distract his captor from his work. Utterly helpless in his bindings, no matter how hard he yanked at them, he clamped his teeth down upon his own treacherous tongue to keep himself silent, his head hanging. The effort to mute himself would prove fruitless still, as the vague noise of a breathy whimper could still be heard.

"I would warn you against fighting me, pet, but I do enjoy the challenge," Tseng remarked, hearing that cry of pain. He'd check his pet over and see if it required a medicus, but meanwhile, he would be able to shift X'rhun as he wanted.

Unbinding then tying those ankles, Tseng draped X'rhun over his shoulder like a bag of flour before he walked over to a padded table-like seat. He placed X'rhun on it before he climbed up to straddle his pet's waist, holding him there with his sheer weight. He grinned down at X'rhun, enjoying the helplessness of the other. "I don't normally get on top like this, but for you, I'll make an exception."

It was a tease and a taunt. Tseng would never bottom to his pet, not how he expected his pet to bend offer for him.

With careful fingers, he unbound first one arm before lifting it above X'rhun's head where it was bound down again with thick leather straps that gave him no leverage. He shifted his weight and repeated the process with the other arm, and then he slid down to untie those nice legs. As much as he wanted to keep those thigh-high boots on his pet, they would give him far too much room to get free. This was going to be annoying.

Deliberately, Tseng untied X'rhun's legs before grabbing a boot in each hand and pulling. He was braced for an attack, for the miqo'te to lash out at him, and he was going to do everything he could to counter it before binding bare legs back down.

If anything, he'd only served to hobble himself further. There'd surely be a bruise later on from whatever he'd managed to strain in there, but nothing was broken or dislocated. Perfectly fit enough to keep going without a single pause, and he began to wish he'd pulled harder upon the ropes. If nothing else, it might have earned him a few minutes of reprieve to think, as a medicus was found. No such luck would be his though, his motions would only be made a little more painful.

Tseng would cart him, squirming and thrashing, to the chair, the smaller male not nearly bulky enough to set the larger man off balance. A fact that was driven home as Tseng moved to straddle him, a weight that could only be borne of solid muscle pinning the miqo'te down in place. Struggle as he might, there'd be no shifting him without the use of his hands, and that measure of squirming would soon be diminished. Every buck and twist of his hips only served to press his cock against the other man, a stark and inescapable reminder of his nudity. Shaking, he tried to flatten himself against the chair instead, straining his arms against Tseng's grasp as he strapped both of them down, one by one.

Oh, but the real fight would come in with the removal of the boots. Tellingly, at first, the mage went completely motionless, ice blue eyes still filled with wild terror. It was only when he began to try and remove the first boot that he'd kick, trying to drive the heel of it into Tseng before the boot itself could be removed. Even when it was pulled off of him, he'd still try to land a few good kicks, and the battle would be similarly repeated with the other.

Even if he could only blacken an eye or bloody his nose, it'd be something, his teeth bared in a snarl and his ears flattened against his head.

"See how well you enjoy me with a broken nose, coward!" Whether or not he'd actually accomplish what he'd set out to do, he'd be bound nevertheless, left panting, shaking and strapped down in the chair.

Shifting, Tseng managed to keep that boot from connecting with his nose even if the heel did clip his cheek to leave a bruise there. The other wild yet desperate kicks were blocked with his arms in the way of the monks, showing that Tseng did indeed have some fighter training and didn't rely on tricks and others to win a battle. He knew there would be bruises on his arms later, but he was more than willing to let X'rhun wear himself out on Tseng before he removed the boots and strapped those legs down.

During one kick, Tseng managed to get his arm wrapped around a boot, and he yanked it off, casually tossing it over his shoulder before he repeated the process with the other boot. If he decided to give X'rhun boots in a similar style to wear, he would have to make sure that they didn't have thick soles that could be used to injury Tseng. Once the boots were gone, Tseng grabbed a leg, strapped it down while ignoring any kicks from the other one, and then grabbed that final flailing limb, breathing a faint sight when X'rhun was strapped down and helpless.

"It's said that anything worth having is worth working for, and I can see you're going to make me work for you, pet," chuckled Tseng as he reached under the chair and unlocked it. In a few minutes, he had X'rhun arranged with his legs spread with his knees bent, leaving him open and exposed for Tseng. Stepping between those spread legs, Tseng lightly dragged his fingers up those thighs, enjoying the feel of the other's skin. "But you're definitely worth the work."

X'rhun lay there, panting, trying to catch his breath after his vicious but ultimately fruitless attempt to fight. What did it even accomplish, other than to waste his own energy? Tseng still stood, face clean and with naught to show for the mage's efforts but a few slowly blossoming bruises. And himself?

Tied down, of course, and soon spread wide for the other man's pleasure, every inch exposed for use. His legs trembled, the fencers finely toned thighs twitching beneath Tseng's touch, his tail trying to curl up between his legs. Now, he only stared towards the ceiling, eyes like saucers as he fought to calm his breathing.

"You... you're... you're a monster." He could only softly speak those words between each breath, pulling against the straps only to be forced to lay still again, tired. He'd already spent himself, between the battle outside and the beginning's of Tseng's training here. Whatever feeble effort he could raise against the bindings would be almost laughable, no where near the power needed to wrench himself free.

"If I had a gil for every time I heard that accusation," sighed Tseng with an amused shake of his head. Really, it wasn't like it was anything new to call him a monster, not when it was the most common insult to toss at him because of whatever reason.

Briefly, he moved back to his cart and pulled it closer to the bound miqo'te as he returned to his place between those slender legs. He hummed as he ran his fingers through the curls around the miqo'te's cock and shook his head. "Very messy. I'm going to have to take care of this," he said, reaching over to grab a straight razor and a bit of special shaving cream that would ensure that no hair grew back. "Now don't move, pet. You wouldn't want me to nick something sensitive."

Spreading the cream around with a gentle hand, Tseng smiled before he flicked the razor open. He leaned in to ensure he was getting every single hair as he started to carefully shave X'rhun. He trusted X'run to not move, not when there was a razor near his cock, and Tseng smirked as he gently handled both that nice cock and those soft balls, maneuvering them to ensure every little hair was removed. While Tseng himself didn't mind if his partners had some body hair, this was more about removing any possible bit of modesty X'rhun might be able to hide behind

When he was finally done, he traded the razor for a warm damp cloth and cleaned both his hands and the now hairless skin. "There, much better, pet," he said, drawing light fingers over the more sensitive skin to enjoy the reaction he would get. "You look better like this."

That didn't even surprise him to hear. Another flung barb that just clattered off the other man's iron defenses. He fell silent once again, refusing to look at him, hearing his own heartbeat hammer in his ears.

The mage usually kept himself trimmed, unto an extent at least. The blond-white curls the other man now toyed with were neat, maintained enough. He was able to grasp the actual motivation behind Tseng's actions now, another form of humiliation, another way to strip from him all sense of autonomy. His entire body went rigid, well aware of what that would now entail. He didn't long need to imagine what it would feel like, to have a razor held by this man skimming over such sensitive flesh. Soon enough, the sharp blade would be there, cleanly cutting away the already sparse hair between his legs.

Oh he held still, alright. One might imagine he wasn't even breathing anymore. If Tseng were to look at his face during any part of this, he'd see X'rhun's ice blue eyes locked on the other man's hand, and on that blade. Once more, against his wishes, his cock began to slowly harden again, the miqo'te's balls plumping just a little in Tseng's hand as the other man carefully trimmed away every last hair. His hips shook gently, no doubt from the sheer amount of tension that had claimed him, in addition to the feeling of that hand gently working over his sack and shaft.

By the time he was finished, he was shamefully half aroused, a faint tremor visible in his body. As Tseng's fingers ran across fully exposed skin, he whined through clenched teeth, the noise soft and desperate.

"Pray, just finish with me..." Brutalize him, leave him bleeding and raw, whatever now, it didn't matter, so long as it could be over. Tseng's touch upon him was maddening, and he could feel his pride dissolving with every unwanted noise of pleasure he made, every heated moment of arousal.

Tseng laughed, low, dark, and hungry, as he stared up at X'rhen with a sharp smirk. "Oh I will never be finished with you, pet," he purred, leaning down to lick up that half-hard cock. "There's so much to teach you after all."

He continued coaxing X'rhun to full hardness with his mouth and his fingers before he straightened to grab a few more rings and another needle. Cleaning that freshly shaved skin, Tseng hummed in delight as he quickly seated a couple of rings there; one at the base of X'rhun's cock above it, between his cock and his balls, and in the very tip of his cock in a Prince Albert. Now he could decorate X'rhun's cock with delicate chains or bells or whatever else he thought up to humiliate his pet further.

"There. All decorated with pretty rings," said Tseng, palming a vial of oil from the cart as he put the needle back, and he lightly traced his fingers over those new rings. "When we get back to Garlemald, I will see about getting you permanent rings just for you."

Leaning down again, he traced his tongue up the underside of that pretty cock while he quietly slicked a finger up. He made sure that X'rhun was distracted by his mouth and tongue on his cock to not notice the slight pressure of a slippery finger against his hole just yet. Time to see how much of a virgin his new pet was. Had he lifted his tail for another before? Or was he completely untouched here?

Edited 2021-03-29 00:35 (UTC)

That tongue was like fire, and in its wake was his arousal just stoked further. He couldn't stop the way his hips rolled upwards, as if to follow the other man's tongue, the moan pulled from him absolutely debauched. He'd not be difficult to work up again, and when Tseng had finally coaxed him back to full arousal, his head had fallen back, his eyes shut tightly.

Again, he felt the too cold touch of alcohol along his hardened cock, and he clenched his hands into fists, his nails biting into his palms as he steeled himself for what he now knew would happen next. The bite of the first piercing sent a tremble through his legs, and he couldn't help but lift his head just as the second one was driven through. The first two but drew whimpers, but the third forced a gentle cry, breathy and pained, his eyes locked upon his pierced cock before he dragged his gaze up along his own body. Pierced and decorated like a pleasure slave would be. His eyes unfocused as Tseng's mouth returned to his cock, issuing a long, soft breath as if he intended on trying to find some grounding for himself.

Too overwhelmed with the deluge of sensations, he didn't feel that finger pressing against him. Tight, no doubt in part to just how athletic the mage was, all tense and taught muscle. If he had ever taken another man to bed, chances were good that either he'd not taken his lovers cock, or that it'd been a very, very long time since he'd done so. As good as untouched, if that were indeed the case. X'rhun certainly wouldn't be telling Tseng anything of it any time soon. Dimly, however, he was slowly catching on to something new in the ocean of stimulation he found himself drowning in now, shifting in his bonds as if he meant to pull away from it. As if he actually thought he could.

Oh such pretty sounds his pet made when in his lust. Even those whimpers and soft cry did little to dim Tseng's own lust as they were so pretty for their rarity. This one was a warrior and such sounds were normally offered up to the precious few X'rhun had taken to bed. At least that was Tseng's speculation, and he was pretty sure he wasn't too far off the truth there.

The tightness earned X'rhun a thoughtful hum and a long lick over his balls as Tseng continued to subtly and gently press and play with that entrance. He was going to have to go slow and ensure that this part of X'rhen's training was as painless as possible because otherwise, the miqo'te would never learn to enjoy it or even crave it. Oh, there would be some pain in this training, but it would be a blending of pain and pleasure on that lovely skin.

Tseng wrapped his lips around X'rhun's cock and started to slowly slide that thickness into his mouth and down his throat as he slowly pressed his finger past that tight muscle. The miqo'te should feel honored because Tseng hadn't done this to another since long before he claimed the throne.

Now he could feel it, the slicked up finger pressing against his hole. Now he jerked sharply, pulling against the bindings for one frantic moment, before Tseng took his cock into his hot, wet mouth. The sound he made, as his freshly pierced cock was enveloped in that sweet, slick heat, was low and long. Barely, just gently did he rock his hips upwards, his breath catching in his throat.

The finger penetrated him, slow and careful, and by instinct he clenched around it. The resistance didn't last long, not with Tseng's mouth wrapped around his cock like that, and inch by slow, low burning inch did the other man's digit sink into him.

Once more a sob escaped him, and then another, so sweetly followed by a groan of pleasure, horror and aching frustration as he began to squirm, working his hips against Tseng and the finger pressed inside him. "Stop, stop, stop..." So contrary was the pleading to how his cock leaked precum, or how his body tightened and worked against his hand.

"Please don't, don't do this... don't do this to me..."

Such sweet pleas fell from his pet's lips, and Tseng hummed around that hot length in his mouth and throat. He had warned X'rhun that he would plead and beg when they had started. He had just never mentioned what X'rhun was going to plead for, and soon enough, those pleas to stop would change into begging to not stop.

Tseng was looking forward to it.

Gently, he started to slowly fuck X'rhun with his finger, coaxing those tight muscles to relax, to accept this intrusion as something natural and wanted. All the while, he continued sucking and humming around that hard flesh while occasionally pulling off to lap at those nice balls.

"Such delightful sounds you make, pet," Tseng said, his breath ghosting across wet flesh before he curled his fingers around that spit slicked cock with his other hand and started stroking it as he continued working his finger in his pet. "I wonder what other noises I can get from you?"

He loved how X'rhun was squirming, working himself on the single finger inside him, and Tseng wondered how well the miqo'te would move when he was impaled on Tseng's cock or another toy. It was going to be such a delight to find out.

The vibrations of that humming felt as if they shot right through him, and X'rhun gasped gently, breathing out in shaking sighs as Tseng's warm, soft tongue lapped at his balls. Tight and full, he was clearly all too achingly hot, and the finger inside of him, pressing again and again into that sweet little bundle of nerves, did well to drive him ever towards what looked to be a second unwanted orgasm.

Slowly, the tight walls of his hole relaxed around Tseng's finger, his thighs shaking with the effort of containing himself. Tseng pulling his mouth off of him to mock him did nothing to douse the heat of arousal, if anything he found to his horror that the shame only seemed to stoke it. He jerked, pumping unwillingly into the other man's hand, rolling his hips back against the finger oh so gently fucking and stretching him. The burn of it's entrance had long since been soothed away, his passage slick with the lube Tseng had so generously applied to himself.

A sight, was what he was, a sight he knew the other man was drinking in, a writhing, desperate little whore who's pleas for mercy seemed all the more unbelievable when his body seemed to so eagerly accept all the pleasure Tseng saw fit to give to it. He tried to snap his jaws shut, but another miserable, aroused moan escaped him regardless, expanding into a plaintive and pleading cry of lust and frustration.

"What is this? Have I discovered a whore underneath that prim and proper warrior's exterior?" Tseng asked, mocking disbelief in his words as he continued to coax X'rhun towards that next climax, that next bit of humiliation. "Your body certainly knows what it wants and isn't shy about asking for it."

Especially how that tightness was easing even as those hips rolled between Tseng's hands as graceful as any pleasure slave's. He smirked and lapped at the head of X'rhun's cock. "Perhaps I should hang bells from your pretty rings so you can add music to your sweet words."

Plus everyone would be able to hear those soft chimes whenever Tseng fucked him. Especially if they knew where those bells were located.

Carefully, he dipped a second finger into the oil and gently, oh so gently, started to work it in alongside the first. It was another little game to see if he could get those muscles to relax enough to accept the second finger before X'rhun climaxed again.

His face burned, humiliation written all over his expression, and unbidden the image of it crept into his head. Little bells ringing clean and sharp with every hard thrust, every roll of his hips, every jerk of his body, bound or free. Even if Tseng should see fit to take him in private, even gagged, he'd be heard and it'd be no secret as to what the mage... former mage... was doing.

Words were slurred out, 'no', 'please' perhaps, but so overcome was he and so pointless were his pleas that it didn't really matter what he might have to say. Tseng's tongue laved over the tip of his cock, and again he dragged his attention to it, watching through half lidded, watering eyes as the piercing upon the head glinted brightly against the red of Tseng's mouth. Each little movement causing the fully aroused cock to bounce, his new piercings tugging gently on oversensitive flesh.

The second finger slipped in just a little easier, and now Tseng would find his every motion intensely watched as X'rhun let loose with a heated, wanton whine. "Please.... please..." Please what, he no longer knew. Take him? Kill him? Let him go? His hole stretched slowly to accommodate the second finger, the slight pain and burn behind it's entry only serving to feed his arousal. Tseng wouldn't have to toy with him long, by the time that second finger sank in fully, he'd cum again, sobbing.

The bright red that spread across X'rhun's skin from the mental image Tseng had placed there was a lovely color, and he decided that instead of jewels, it was going to be bells if only to bring that lovely color back as often as possible. Save for the ring in the tip of this pretty cock. That was going to stay plain.

"What a lovely, hungry whore I've discovered in you, pet," Tseng said, grinning in delight at those little pleas and how his body seemed almost eager to take that second finger. He laughed in delight as X'rhun came again, his hand stroking that cock to coax every little drop out of the miqo'te. He was nice enough to stop his fingers, knowing his poor pet would be oversensitive for a bit, but that would just make things even more nice later. Soon there would be a time when X'rhun would beg Tseng to not stop no matter how sensitive he was.

Reaching over to the cart, he grabbed a slender plug that was just smaller than his two fingers, and he dipped it in oil. With a smooth action, he pulled his fingers from that delightful ass and slipped that plug in, watching that hole close around the more narrow neck of the plug, leaving only the flared base outside of X'rhun's body.

"I never would have imagined that you were such a whore and so hungry for pleasure, pet," Tseng remarked, grabbing another cloth to wipe his fingers for right now before he cleaned up X'rhun's skin. He smirked at him, his eyes traveling over all of that lovely, bare skin. "I wonder what else I can coax from you."

He'd cum for this man, this monster, twice now. Twice within a single evening, within the same damnable hour, indeed as easily as any desperate needy slut might. X'rhun's hips stilled as Tseng milked every last drop from him, his head falling to the side as his chest heaved with every breath. Still the image burned in his head, little silver rings pierced through rosy nipples, glinting with every inward breath. He didn't have to see it to know what he looked like.

Tseng's fingers slid free of him, and for a moment, he hated how empty he felt, and he hated acknowledging it. The miqo'te shut his eyes, perhaps believing that after a second climax, surely the man might see fit to let him recuperate. Instead, however, into his lubed and prepared hole slipped the slim plug, nudging up nice and firm against his overstimulated prostate. That alone was enough to drag a gentle, keening moan from him, jerking his hips at the intrusion and knowing there was nothing he could do of it now. Just setting his hips back against the table caused it to press into him just a little more, and Tseng was treated to the sight of him trying to ease himself back down little by little, shaking and jerking each time his ass met the chair until he could at last fully settle again.

Whore. All those promises he'd made, all those declarations, threats, demands, all ash. Whore, no longer a warrior, barely even a person. The only response Tseng would get would be the sound of a few, quiet sobs, as the cum from his second climax was wiped away, before he'd plead brokenly, "Take... take it out... take it out, please... please, please don't... leave me like this... Please, please-" Overstimulated to the point of pain, he chased the sweet distraction of agony, "Split me, take me, anything, don't leave me like this..."

"Pleading already, pet? But we've only just begun," Tseng said, his voice mocking as he watched X'rhun writhe in his bonds before he reached out to gently run his fingers through that pale hair as if the miqo'te was nothing but a pet. He hadn't expected pleas this quickly, but perhaps there was something more going on with X'rhun that led to this. It didn't matter to Tseng beyond how he could use that information to his advantage.

"You know, you're being quite unfair," remarked Tseng, reaching down to stroke his own cock for both a touch of relief and to draw X'rhun's eyes towards it. "After all, you've been allowed to climax twice while I haven't climaxed once." He tisked and shook his head. "What a selfish pet you are. You should make it up to me."

He climbed up on the chair and gripped X'rhun's hair with one hand as he held his cock level with the other. "I want you to suck me off as an apology. If you bite or deliberately harm me, I'll have your teeth pulled out."

A subtle enough threat that Tseng could carry out quite easily without calling in any guards. He brought X'rhun's mouth towards his cock and tapped his lips with the head. "Open up and suck me, pet."

Twisted logic, that perhaps having pain inflicted upon him might somehow cleanse him of the fact that he'd clearly enjoyed Tseng's touch. As much as he tried to reconcile it, to remind himself that he couldn't control what his body chose to do, the shame and humiliation still remained. That idea that if he'd truly been that repulsed, he'd have given the other man nothing at all. He'd have been flaccid and cold, surely, and it was that cruel thought that dug its barbs into him and stuck. He could only stiffen under Tseng's touch, feeling his fingers trail through his hair and wishing he'd change his mind and strike him dead here and now.

X'rhun's gaze followed his hand, having learned by now that it was far worse to not know what the other man was doing. Tseng's impressively sized cock was still as hard as it'd been before, and as his captor spoke further, his heart sank into the pit of his stomach. His dark and dismal hope that he might yet still be torn apart, rather than subject to more forced pleasure, was firmly dashed as Tseng made it clear what hole he'd prefer to fuck tonight.

Oh there was a flash of teeth as the other man gripped his hair, a grimace of pain and a threat all in one, but the promise of a far worse fate was flung in his face. He'd be forced to swallow Tseng's cock one way or the other, the only choice to make being how much pride he wanted to try and hold on to.

X'rhun could not meet Tseng's gaze, as the plump head of the other man's cock tapped against his lips in a demand for entry. After a moment's hesitation, he'd open those lips for him, taking the swollen tip into his mouth. Had he done this before? Perhaps, but it was more than just misery and his own reluctance that kept his movement's slow. As he took just a little more into his mouth, he gagged when the thick head brushed against the back of his throat, all movement stilling as a muffled whine slipped free of him.

The fact that X'rhun had begged to be split open on Tseng's cock made it clear that he wanted pain and discomfort to absolve him of the pleasure he had already felt at Tseng's hand. The ability to say "See? Nothing but a monster I will defeat someday!"

But pleasure was something that was enjoyed, and the more Tseng ensured that his pet felt and enjoyed the pleasure, the more broken he became until he would accept that this was his life. The monster had thoroughly claimed X'rhun and there was no escape for the miqo'te. Just a life of pleasure, humiliation, and service.

Tseng waited patiently as those lips opened, and he started sliding his cock between those teeth with an amused smile. He kept one hand tangled in that pale hair, and he noticed when X'rhun gagged as his cock grew near the back of his throat.

"Relax pet," he soothed, pulling back a bit to give him a chance to recover. With his cock in that hot mouth, he didn't have to hold it so he stroked his now free hand through X'rhun's hair. "Just relax your throat and let me in." It would take a bit to train his pet to deep throat him, but Tseng was patient. Soon, X'rhun would be able to take him completely with ease, and it would be a pleasure to show off that talent when Tseng was holding court or even when he was in a meeting. His pet would go everywhere with him, walking along on a leash like the trained whore he was, and Tseng hummed thoughtfully as he decided on an outfit or at least a style for his pet to enjoy.

He'd be forced to hold him in his mouth, his tongue resting against Tseng's shaft, as he took one steady breath after another through his nose. There was no fighting it, he could take as long as as he pleased but that thick cock would be down his throat eventually. All his hesitation served to do was lengthen the time he'd spend with his captor's hands in his hair, and his length hot and heavy against his tongue.

With a soft noise of miserable exertion, he'd try to take more of him in once again, determined not to drag this out overlong. The shame of it, of knowing how he looked, face flushed and hair tousled as he worked to fit all of Tseng's cock into his mouth, spurred him to try and hasten it. He gagged again, forced to stop, and for just a second he squirmed in desperate frustration in his bonds. The plug so firmly nestled inside him rubbed and bumped against his inner walls with every motion, the miqo'te gasping around him every time it did. Again and again, little frantic muffled noises of discomfort and panic hummed pleasantly through Tseng's cock, all for naught of course as the moment passed.

Once more to settle against the chair in gentle, jerking motions until he was still again, finally, slowly easing that thick plump cockhead to the very back of his throat with a long, low whine.

Then, and only then, would he suck, the noise lewd and sloppy, his eyes shut tightly.

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