Fveld took the seat in beside of the fire still warm from Sions posterior, with a discarded blanket about his shoulders and remaining naked from the waist down except for warm wooly socks he sat front row awaiting a tad impatiently for the action to begin again.
Taking his approach tortuously slow was deliberately for Fveld's viewing pleasure as well as his own. Sion toyed with his master's limp meat until Saraq got jack of it and called him a smug bastard, at least that's what it sounded like. The time allocated for foreplay was up Sion attempted to flip over the reluctant Saraq trying to keep his bottom glued to the bed. Eventually he did by viciously pinching the tendon behind Saraq's knee, keeping his legs separated until he could position himself on top. Meanwhile Saraq continued to beg for mercy.
His sphincter already stretched, the glans perched at the threshold, "oh no!" Saraqs eyes widened in terror. Fveld empathised, could almost feel his master's fear, the tenSion, the dread of the hellfire that was about to break loose. A thinner dick would have already plunged in but Sion could feel the drag pushing against him so tight! The impact to Saraqs mind and body of the snap, crackle and pop of muscle fibres, the intense pain instantly drove him mad, dementedly screaming. stress, pain, throat hoarse, too dry to swallow, obstructed breathing, sparked convulsive gagging, tears and sobs.
"Is that how far it went? all the way up to there?" Sion enquired unmoved.
Fveld exploded in his chair, watching what he reimagined as Saraq losing his virginity again.
'i thought I was dry! My mistake. Phew!'
Sion carefully removed the gag, especially cautious not to damage his master's fangs, his tongue hurriedly assisting in its expulsion.
While Saraq appreciatively gasped noisily for air, loosing focus, dizzying hyperventilation edging him closer to unconsciousness, Sion ordered Fveld to take his clothes and remain in another room out of hearing range. Fveld obliged, he did as Sion commanded.
The door closed behind him.
Sion continued to wait hovering, until his master calmed a little, his twitching internals slowed.
'he's not moving! It's still inside me! What is he waiting for? The burning won't stop!' Saraq's panicked thoughts.
"Saraq..." Sion always started a command with the actual name of his target, this alarmed Saraq greatly. "Saraq tell me how it feels."
"painful"
"... and?"
"too big!"
Sion nibbled and sucked on the flesh of his master's shoulders, "tell me more about what you feel".
Sion wished his master would say what he wanted so badly to hear, revenge would not be as sweet otherwise.
"...feel hot... tired..."
"emotions"
"... angry... betrayed.." he began to cry anew.
"like we did? After signing our contracts?"
he rightly surmised there was no point voicing the customary distorting spiel to exonerate himself of blame the usual tactic could only worsen his situation. "probably".
"probably? ... definitely" Sion insisted.
Fveld continued masturbating in the other room although he couldn't hear Sions soft tones spoken so close to Saraq's ear, he could however hear most of what his master was whimpering aloud.
"Saraq, tell me what you want me to do?"
"get it out... please get it out!"
"did you say deeper?" Sion pressed his hips down just a smidge was all he needed to do.
"NO! Not deeper! You bastard!" expanding burning pain rekindled the fire in his arse, bit into the small of his back, travelling down his legs. "stop it burns!"
Sion gyrated his hips instead, squishing Saraqs soft buttocks, and rocking the bed against the wall.
"stop it feels ...weird!" referring to the strange and new sensation of having his organs stirred.
"how does this feel then Saraq?" Sion withdrew a little then dipped slowly back down.
Saraq groaned expecting searing pain to course through his body but stunned there was not as much. Sion wasn't trying to hurt his master but give him time to adjust to his size.
'oh? no scream? At last!' Sion was relieved. "Saraq keep telling me how it feels"
"stretching... hurts...gahha!"
"what was that?"
"that spot... there"
"Saraq is this what you want?" Sion dipped his hips at the level his master indicated increasing his tempo. "yes!... gahh... ga...ga...ga"
"Saraq keep telling me how you feel"
"ecstasy... ecstasy... bastard!" Sion dipped low for one thrust out of a few.
"Saraq do you want more?"
"yes yes m m more m more" Saraq was panting for it.
"Saraq are you feeling slutty?" although a cold night, sweat was dripping off Sions body onto Saraqs back, jiggling with the movement of his flesh, flicking in random directions.
"yeah... yeah i'm a slut for your thick pole! Pound me! Pound me!"
Sion did just that and came.
Breathing heavily, nuzzling into Saraqs shoulder Sion smeared the sweat of his brow "when you talk like that what am I to do?.... I love you master" he sighed wistfully.
'huh! He just came, yirk!'-- "i can feel it pouring into me!"-- 'wait! I said that aloud!!!'
Fveld collapsed, his dick and hands red from friction sated by his own perversion.
"tsk so slutty!" Sion grinned his approval.
Saraq glared sideways at his blood-slave, hair dishevelled sticking out in knots.
'hah! Cute! he looks just like he did when I first met him and woke him up too early for breakfast!' unperturbed by his master's angry look, Sion still smiled.
"what are you grinning at? you...!"
"Saraq let's play a game ... where you repeat everything I say until I say the word"
"what word?! Bastard! I order you to tell me the word!"
sion ignored him and began the game, "i want more".
"i ...i want more" Saraq blushed unable to control himself.
Sion withdrew a little and dipped into what sounded like glumpy gooey noises.
"disgusting"
"d..disgusting"
"i'm so wet for more of your thick pole"
"i'm so wet ....for more of ....your thick pole"
"pound me pound me pound me with your thick pole"
"pound me ....pound me ....pound me with your thick pole"
bed rattling and manic gooey noises ensued overshadowed by lewd discourse.
"disgusting"
"disgusting!"
"dirty"
"dirty!"
"i'm so wet pound this dick slut"
"i'm sooo wet ...pound this dick slut!"
"more"
"morre...mooorre" at this point Saraq began freestyling. "my hole is burning! Hah hah my stars it feels sooo good! Don't stop! don't stop! Hah hah hah....mm mmah moorre more more gimme more!"
Sion fulfilled his master's demands until unconsciousness consumed him.
Hours later, Saraq unintentionally woke himself rattling the chains locking his wrists to the bed. He soon discovered both his ankles were free and bandaged but was blind to other damage inflicted due to being thoughtfully warmly blanketed. His wrists were also bandaged which obviously meant the chains had been removed to tend to his injuries. 'damn! The chains were off and I missed the chance to escape!' frustrated, Saraq felt like crying again.
"Sion! Sion! You bastard! Where are you? Sion!"
in the other room Sion and Fveld woke to Saraq's morning bugle.
Fveld groaned "rather you than me"
