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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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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.

Tseng was patient, knowing his pet would come to his own conclusion, and he smirked as X'rhun started moving again, trying to take his cock into his throat. He watched as X'rhun squirmed again and managed to resist laughing when the plug shifted inside of him, stimulating him again with the squirming he did. The noises, while muffled by the thick cock in his pet's mouth, felt wonderful, and Tseng's fingers briefly tightened on that pale hair. He didn't thrust, no matter how much he wanted to, giving X'rhun a chance to calm down enough to suck his cock.

It took a bit, but X'rhun calmed down, and soon his cock slid down that nice throat before X'rhun started sucking. The lewd noises increased Tseng's lust for this miqo'te, and he groaned in delight. "Such a good whore you are, pet. Sucking my cock like you can't get enough. It's going to be your favorite treat."

Those lips looked wonderful wrapped around his cock, and Tseng started gently thrusting into that mouth, letting X'rhun get used to this sensation now. He wasn't trying to choke his pet, but he did love the idea of training X'rhun to allow Tseng to fuck his face and throat whenever he wanted. One of the many skills he planned on teaching X'rhun, and if the miqo'te ended up squirming in his bonds, stimulating the plug again, well that was just a bonus for Tseng.

His tounge pressed tight against Tseng's cock as he swallowed around him, only gagging faintly as he began to thrust gently into his mouth. His words drilled into his head, sharp and bitter: whore, hungrily sucking his hated enemy's cock, each little motion of his hips pressing the toy stuffed inside of him against his prostate. At this rate he might just be forced to arousal yet again, though he was still granted the smallest of mercies; overstimulated as he was, he remained flaccid, though his legs shook and his face stayed pink.

X'rhun couldn't keep himself quiet though. His inability to silence himself had always been a weak point, though here it wasn't his words that would condemn him. Little noises, soft groans and whines, whimpers and moans as Tseng's cock bumped against the back of his throat, as the plug nudged and rubbed inside of him. Each sweet little sound sent rumbling and humming through the other man's thick member.

At length, his motions became more sure, more firm, sucking eagerly on the cock stuffed in his mouth. Desperate to have Tseng cum, and end this humiliation sooner rather than later. His tongue slid along the bottom of the other man's hefty cock, sloppy and messy, his chin wet with spit as he gasped around him, unthinkingly pressing his hips back against the chair as he did so and driving the plug in nice and deep.

For that, he gave a low, whorish cry around Tseng's cock, pausing for a moment to try and collect himself as his lips wrapped tight around the hot length.

Edited (my phone is convinced that sucking is not a real word) 2021-03-30 19:11 (UTC)

Tseng hoped that X'rhun would become aroused again while he sucked his cock. Another good reason to slip that toy into that tight ass where each little movement from X'rhun's hips would ensure that he was teased and stimulated.

Those sweet noises that vibrated along Tseng's cock were music to the emperor's ears, and he continued to slowly fuck that flushed face. It was going to take him a very long time to come because he could control his pleasure much better than X'rhun could at the moment.

"I love listening to the sweet sounds you make, hungry whore," Tseng said, stroking a hand through X'rhun's hair a few times as he continued slowly fucking that face. "Perhaps I'll keep you stuffed like this all the time to encourage those lovely noises."

The other advantage would be that it would keep X'rhun stretched just enough that Tseng could bend him over and fuck him whenever he wanted without worrying about getting his fingers slippery. That decision would come at a later time, after Tseng had dressed X'rhun in his new clothes.

The suggestion that the toy should be left in him garnered a pleading noise, a muffled and pathetic sound that could have possibly been a 'no', his eyes opening swiftly to meet Tseng's own. Filled at all times when not in use, always stretched and ready to be taken, the idea caused a cold knot to form in his stomach, and he shook his head as best he could with the emperor's cock filling his mouth and throat.

For all his fear, for all his growing hopelessness, it was still only a matter of time before he'd feel his own shaft starting to harden once again. The toy constantly shifted and moved in him, even if he could keep his hips still it would nevertheless be moved with every little twitch of his body. The piercings pulled gently as his cock began to plump and stiffen for a third time, and he almost mewled around the length now fucking his face.

Each slow, tender thrust did away with more of that gag reflex, and Tseng would soon no longer hear the miqo'te beneath him gag. Instead, every thrust in would be firmly swallowed, moaning each time the other man's cockhead bumped the back of his throat. He may even feel the tip of X'rhun's tongue pressing into the base of his cock right above his balls, every time he buried himself in his mouth. It was becoming apparent to the mage now, just how long Tseng might be able to hold out, and in his desperation to get the other man to cum, he was quickly throwing aside more and more of his crumbling dignity.

"More of the hidden whore is revealed," Tseng purred with a cruel smirk as he felt the gag reflex being easily trained away, and a quick look down showed that pretty cock hardening for the third time. He was going to continuously stimulate and pleasure X'rhun until he couldn't think of anything else but pleasuring Tseng in return for his own pleasure.

"Such a perfect pet you're turning into. I will have to ensure that your clothes reflect how pretty you are, hungry whore," Tseng purred before he groaned and shivered as X'rhun started using his tongue as well. "Oh yes! A delightful whore of a pet I have. I am definitely going to hang bells from your pretty rings so everyone knows what a lovely whore you are."

Of course, the thigh-high heeled boots X'rhun would be wearing would be soft enough that they couldn't be used as a weapon, and the corset would have a tiny skirt that barely covered his cock and balls. All the better to continue his humiliation and continuously remind him of his new life. In fact, Tseng was pretty sure he could find that outfit somewhere around the castrum, and how wonderful would it be to force X'rhun to walk through the castrum and onto the airship back to the Empire in such an outfit with everyone staring at him.

After a few minutes, he decided to show a touch of mercy on his pet, and he thrust a bit harder and faster before he groaned. Holding X'rhun's face against his pelvis, Tseng came down that throat before he pulled back to let the last couple of spurts fall across that flushed face. "That was delightful, pet. I look forward to enjoying that sweet mouth of yours more often now that I know how wonderful it is."

Though it took longer than the first two times, he'd eventually be coaxed again to full arousal, and even pulling his hips away from the chair did nothing to alleviate the sensation of the plug moving inside of him. The temptation was there, to give in and grind back against the toy, to fuck himself into a third climax and be done with it rather than lay here like this.

Little by little, his pride was chipped away, every taunt and promise, every thrust into his mouth serving only to drive home the point: this was to be the rest of his life, for however long the other man saw fit to keep him. He'd soon be taking his thick cock right to the hilt, Tseng fully buried in his mouth, his member filling his throat and causing him to gasp for air every time he pulled back.

Finally, as Tseng took hold of his head to ram that thick cock down his throat and hold it there, as hot cum flooded his mouth and he swallowed it all down, he broke. His hips met the table, pressing the toy hard and firm into him as he helplessly worked his hips, grinding that plug inside of him. A distraction, perhaps, or maybe he'd given in and tried to chase that third climax.

Seed spattered across his face as Tseng pulled out, across his open panting mouth and his pink face. The broken mage was left heated, soiled and debauched, sobbing softly as his eyes rolled back and shut, still rolling his hips down against the slim plug buried in him.

And now the little whore showed his true colors, Tseng thought as he watched the desperate writhing of those slender hips. He watched the broken miqo'te chase his pleasure for a few moments before he shook his head and reached down to curl his fingers around the base of the plug. The next time X'rhun lifted his hips up, Tseng pulled it out with a risk.

"Such a greed whore, always searching for your next bit of pleasure," he tisked, wagging the plug at X'rhun in admonishment. Now that X'rhun had broken, for now, it was time for him to learn that his pleasure depended entirely on Tseng's good mood, and the best way to keep Tseng happy was with sex and to give in to his desires.

Tseng shook his head, staring at X'rhun. "If you're going to be greedy, then you're going to be punished, pet," he stated before a dark, sharp smile spread across his face. "However, I can be lenient and generous if properly motivated."

He wondered what X'rhun would do or say to be allowed his next bit of pleasure. How far would he go? Would Tseng get to hear X'rhun beg him for pleasure?

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