My Prize, My Price

Blues carried Saito into the apartment that he’d gotten, in a manner that would have seemed loving to anyone looking on at that moment. He placed Saito down on the bed gently, not wishing to wake him just yet. He looked over the boy’s body again, drinking in the details of his form; the curve of his hips, the taught muscles of his abdomen, his sinewy limbs, those soft, almost delicate lips that were just begged to be ravaged the way they were parted ever slightly.

He reached out as gently as he could and removed the boy’s helmet, letting loose a spill of auburn hair onto the sheets. Nimble fingers made short work of removing the sparse armor that his captive wore. He had to force himself to step back and regain his composure once again. The boy was lain out almost like he were an offering to some ancient god. Well, in this small world that was the apartment, he was just that.

The young one stirred slightly from his slumber, jarring his captor back from his fantasy world to finish what he had started.

“Netto-kun,” Saito mumbled as Blues began slipping what remained of his clothes from his young body.

He reached into the box that he’d set beside the bed, fishing out something he’d gotten as a special gift for his new little pet. He sat on his chest as delicately as each of their sizes would allow him to without waking him and looked at the collar with glee. It was dark blue, matching its future wearer’s color scheme, with tiny silver studs all around and a small D-ring for tags and a leash to go. He fastened the collar around the boy’s neck and latched him to the bed by a chain. He slid himself off the boy’s body, letting his fingers linger over his body a moment longer. All that was left for him to do was wait for his captive to wake up so they could ‘talk’.

At least twice, the wait proved to be nearly to much for him, the need to act growing far to great. He was finally going to give in to his urges when Saito began to stir once again. He watched him start to sit up, holding his head to comfort the throbbing that he felt there.

“Netto-kun?” he mumbled before noticing that he wasn’t wearing his clothes, “What the?!?” he yelled, pulling the blanket around himself.

“So, you finally decided to wake up,” Blues purred, gaining the boy’s attention.

“Blues,” he gasped, inching away.

“Yes?” the red navi asked, standing and walking closer to his captive, “Did you want something? Of me perhaps?”

“Please, don’t hurt me,” Saito pleaded, backing into the headboard.

“Now why would I want to do something like that? I actually happen to think that you and I are going to be having a lot of fun together tonight,” Blues mused, cupping the boy’s chin in one hand.

“I doubt I’ll be having any,” Saito whimpered, struggling against the older male.

“On the contrary, you’ll be having so much that you’ll be begging for it never end,” Blues chuckled darkly, forcing a deep kiss upon the boy’s lips and slipping his tongue in when he found the opportunity.

Saito’s eyes went wide with the realization of what was in store for him.

“No,” he whispered as his captor was removing his own helmet, “You wouldn’t!” he added, jumping off the bed and making a dash for the door, only to be jerked back by the leash around his neck.

Blues looked over at the whimpering boy calmly as he continued to remove his own armor. He stood up as he began removing his body suit and made his way over to Saito.

The boy whimpered and tried in vain to cover himself.

“Please don’t do this,” he pleaded, beginning to shake with fear.

Blues simply moved in closer to his prize and stood there as though considering something. He watched Saito’s quivering lips, wanting so badly to kiss them once again but needing his body even worse. Finally, he decided upon a third option. With one hand he finished removing his clothes while he worked on forcing the fingers into Saito’s mouth to pry it open. He gave a startled yelp when he felt the boy’s teeth latch down on his digits.

The boy took the opportunity to back away from the older male until he bumped into the far wall. Blues snatched up the chain and yanked on it ‘till Saito was back in front of him, suspended between kneeling and standing. He watched with glee as the other stayed there struggling in vain against the collar.

“Are you willing to cooperate now?” Blues asked with a sneer as the boy was nodding, “Good,” he murmured, lowering Saito into a kneeling position, “Now, take it! And no biting this time!” he snarled, shoving the boy’s face against his throbbing man-hood.

Saito sat there a moment, unsure of what he was supposed to do and beginning to cry. Blues, growing frustrated with the young one’s lack of response, grabbed him by the chin, forced his mouth open, and thrust himself inside. He stood there a moment, quivering in excitement from the sensations. He gripped the sides of his pet’s head, urging a reaction out of the boy. Saito instinctively tried to swallow, earning him a low groan from his master. The dark-haired boy did his best to continue the action, hoping that it might get the nightmare over with sooner, even daring to place his hands on the other’s hips for support. Blues soon began to jerk from the stimulation and gripped Saito’s head even harder.

He tried to push the cock out of his mouth but it did not budge, instead the tongue against the sensitive head elicited yet another moan. Saito’s tears were flowing freely at this point from the humiliation of being used. He could hear his master’s cries growing in intensity by the second, his grip growing tighter and tighter. Saito soon felt Blues’ whole body stiffen and a thick, salty substance being sprayed down his throat. He almost yelped in surprise when his master yanked himself out and finished cumming all over his face and hair. Saito began to sob uncontrollably again, his eyes squeezed shut, as Blues was recovering. The whimpering continued until he felt a sharp slap across his face that sent him crashing to the floor. He looked up at his master with confusion at the sneer on his face.

“Blues?” Saito asked, his voice quivering as Blues reached his hand toward the boy.

“So beautiful,” Blues whispered, running his fingers over the side of Saito’s face before leaning down and kissing him deeply.

Saito found himself lost in the kiss despite his efforts to fight the waves of pleasure that it gave him, and completely unaware of what was being done to him outside of it. The next thing that he noticed was a cold feeling around his wrists and the sensation that he was being flipped onto his stomach.

“No! Don’t!” he screamed, struggling again.

He became still once again when he felt Blues’ hand slap his pale ass, though not without a yelp of surprise. Blues seemed to like the sound as he repeated the action over and over. The degree of sadistic pleasure that he felt was not something easily lost upon his pet. The younger’s cries varied with the degree of the strikes he received, soft mews for the almost affectionate pats to full on screams for the ones that sounded throughout the apartment. The tears returned full force though he was biting into his arm to stay his screams. He felt the slapping stop and heard a tsk-tsk in his ear.

He looked up at his master, finding him grinning and looking down at the marks.

“Now, there’ll be no more of that,” Blues chuckled before leaning down and licking the wound.

Saito squirmed and let out a small groan at the confusing sensation.

“Like that did you?” Blues whispered in his ear before tracing it with his tongue.

“Stop. Please.” Saito begged, his breathing becoming ragged from the attention his body was receiving.

“I don’t think you really mean that,” Blues whispered, sliding away from his pet for a moment, “You’re so wet, your body is desperate for me to continue,” he purred, digging around in his box again, “But I can’t have you leaving marks all over yourself, now can I ?” he asked as he forced a ball-gag into the boy’s mouth.

Saito remained completely still as Blues ran his hands over the rest of his body. He soon felt his master’s breath between his shoulders and something hard yet slick pressing against his leg.

“You can’t tell me you aren’t enjoying this at least a little bit,” Blues purred as he squeezed at Saito’s own partial erection before lifting his backend into the air and taking a look at the parts, “Damn,” he stated with a grin, “Bet you’ve made a lot of people happy already,” he cooed, giving them another quick squeeze and a tug as he watched his pet shake his head ‘no’, “How can that be? Never mind, we’re going to be fixing that very shortly,” he finished, adjusting his pet’s position and slipping in behind him.

Blues started running his fingertips over the delicate flesh on the insides of Saito’s thighs, earning him a sharp intake of breath from the one receiving the attention.

Saito began to sound as though he was trying to say something.

“Hn?” Blues asked, looking at his pet’s face from between his parted legs.

He reached forward and pulled the gag out.

“If you’re going to rape me, just get it over with!” Saito snarled as best he could.

“No,” Blues stated calmly as he replaced the gag, “I’m going to take my time before I take you,” he purred as he returned to where he’d been before and giving a playful nip to his pet’s thigh.

Saito dug his nails into the headboard when he felt his master’s tongue begin to dance tiny circles across his skin. The first cries began to escape his lips as that tongue drew close to his entrance. He nearly screamed when something slipped inside of him.

“Like that?” Blues asked, inching closer to his pet’s ear.

Saito let out a groan that was a mix of disgust and pleasure when he felt whatever it was violating him squirm around.

“Well, if you like one,” Blues purred as Saito felt something else push its way inside, “Then you’ll love two,’ he said softly as he plunging a second digit in.

Saito groaned again, loader this time as he tried to jerk away from those fingers that were now stretching his insides.

“How about a third friend?” Blues asked as he did what he’d been implying.

Saito was nearly screaming as his master’s fingers were jerking in and out of him when he felt his other hand wrap around his now fully erect length. Blues started sliding his hand along at the same pace that the fingers were keeping. Saito began to shake with anticipation, his body nearing release. Blues stopped what he was doing right as Saito was about to cum. The younger was left shaking and whimpering at the sudden lack of contact. He watched as his master sat back away from his body and simply watched him squirm.

“Would you like me to finish this?” Blues asked as he removed the gag once again.

“Yes…” Saito panted, looking back over his shoulder as best he could in his state.

“Yes… what?” Blues asked, a sadistic smile playing on his lips.

“Yes,” Saito choked out as the tears returned, “Please, I want to cum,” he whispered, resigned, before forcing out one final word past his lips, “Master,”

“That’s what I was hoping to here from you, little one,” Blues whispered before jamming his fingers back in at twice the previous speed.

Saito began screaming at the top of his lungs from the treatment he was receiving. He was only vaguely aware that his wrists had been unbound and that he was now upright. He felt kisses being planted on his neck and shoulders. He also felt his master’s hand wrap around his length again, this time tighter and rougher then before. Saito barely had a minute before his resolve finally snapped. He threw back his head as he let out one final scream, spilling his own seed into his master’s hand.

As his senses came back to him, Saito became aware of three things. One, that he was now laying on his side. Two, that there was a blanket covering his body. And three, Blues was pressed up against his back. Saito started to squirm away when his master threw an arm around his waist to keep him still.

“Relax, you need your rest, little one,” Blues purred, pulling Saito up against his body, “I’ll not harm you whilst you sleep.”

Saito shifted himself around a bit, feeling only slightly relaxed at the promise. Soon, though, he found himself drifting off into the world of sleep.