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Sticks and stone break my bones, but whips and chains excite me.
It's been a while since I've done this (this is my previously dropped claim) and I have no idea what The Sexuality of Terror means, but here I go.
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3. Sticks and stone break my bones, but whips and chains excite me. (The Sexuality of Terror, or, "Help, I'm Out of Control, Thank God!")
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Three days, no light, no water, no sound…nothing.
Yet Kratos was more bored than he was afraid and also mildly interested how his enemies managed to catch him so off guard. He had been walking through Sybak, trying to get one of the many items he needed to make the eternal ring, when suddenly he was attacked and knocked unconscious. The next thing he knew he was here…wherever here was.
He strained to hear anything from his surroundings, quite a feat since his ears were plugged, his enemies must have truly known him inside out. He was bound with something that ensured he couldn't get loose, his eyes and mouth were bound as well, ensuring no chance of him using spells.
The door to his 'cell' opened, his only way of telling was the vibrations he felt through the floor. He waited for a moment before someone kicked him, causing him to flinch, unable to shout. They removed the gag and put another one in immediately after, one that had some sort of hole in it that made his mouth open without it actually allowing him to say a word, otherwise leaving him as bound as he already was.
Still he couldn't figure out their motives, if they had taken the effort to kidnap him and yet still haven't killed him there must have been a reason why he was still held. Yet they hadn't demanded even the slightest bit of information, and besides the kick he had just received they hadn't tortured him…did they think that in the three days they had left him there he would have been starved half to death? They must have not known him as well as he had thought if that were the case. He felt hands touching his body, removing clothing.
So, this was the game they played.
His body was felt up, causing his skin to prickle uncomfortably. Wondering what was next he felt his head moved so he was on his knees and something forcibly placed in his mouth. It felt like skin and salt so Kratos immediately knew what it was and grew slightly ill at the thought. He tried not to choke when whoever it was started to move his hips, shoving his arousal in and out of his mouth. His throat jerked when they pushed futher into him, touching the back of his throat. The assailant seemed to care little of the redhead's plight and continued to move in and out of his mouth at a quick and jerky pace.
Now Kratos was starting to feel a little nervous, especially when he felt the assailant start to prob his anus with his fingers. He made a choking sound which only seemed to edge the man on making him thrust faster. He choked when the person came into his mouth, making him swallow it by holding his head still. He felt himself thrown on the ground with a gasp as the air was knocked out of him. His hips were lifted and then he felt the weirdest sensation he had ever felt before. This man, whoever it was, was probing him with his tongue. He gasped trying to move away yet still unable to, even with his angelic strength, the binds wouldn't break. The man held his hips still, continuing to move his tongue in and out of him, massaging his ass as he did.
He was definitely felling afraid now, and slightly undignified…and yet.
Yet he was starting to feel turned on, he had never had this utter lack of control in his life and while this simply should have been terrifying, it was still strangely arousing. He continued to gasp as the person licked him, fucking him with his tongue and making him all the more aroused. He heard himself moan pathetically when the tongue left him and felt disgusted by it. The assailant seemed amused by this, chuckling, once again only known through vibrations.
He lifted Kratos up and onto his lap impaling him slowly on his member causing the redhead to shudder in pain. No lube made him stain to keep from crying out. The other person seemed to realize this too and in an odd sort of sympathy pet his slightly straining arousal. The redhead gasped, the pain and the pleasure mixing and making this whole situation seem so oddly arousing.
Whoever it was lifted Kratos backwards, so his back touched the other's chest, onto his lap and then forced him onto the other's waiting member…and Kratos' absently realized he must have been truly strong in order to be able to do this. These thoughts flew quickly from mind as he was pounded into faster and harder making his gasp and drool all over the place. He was laid face down as the man spasmed, seeming to get closer and closer to orgasm, only suddenly he stopping and pulling out of Kratos all together, flipping him around. The redhead waited for what was to happen next when he felt the other' penis in his mouth again.
Tentatively he moved his tongue against it. This pleased the man who held him, a moan echoing though his body and suddenly on Kratos' own twitching member. Shuddering slightly himself he lapped at the other's penis, as they took in his. He thought to get at least a little payback on the man and thrust his hips but the other didn't seem to mind, easily taking him in. This game of give and take continued for about five minutes until Kratos felt the other cum into his mouth again. At that the man moved away from Kratos, who's member still twitched painfully, wanting nothing but release.
He was not deprived long as he felt something he was not expecting, the tight heat of the other's anus. He thrust into that tight hole, making the other bounce on top of him. He showed no more mercy than his attacker, moving quickly. The felt his own spasms as his body gave into lust and he released into the other. He lay there waiting for whatever came next, no longer afraid. His angelic healing capabilities would take care of the dull ache in his ass before long so even if the other did decide to continue he'd be fine (though losing blood could still kill him,) but nothing of the sort came. He laid there, thinking perhaps he had missed the other leaving when he felt a prick in his arm and his whole world spun.
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“Sir, are you sure it's alright to just…dump him off like this?” Botta asked his leader as they put Kratos' sleeping body in on of Sybak's inn's beds.
“Yep.” Yuan answered simply, tucking the human-angel in and kissing his forehead.
Botta knew better than to ask why his lord did these odd things to his lover, so he just sighed, getting the transporter ready.
Yuan smiled fondly onto his lover, only a small glint of the previous mischief he had been up to earlier on his face. He loved these games they sometimes played, it always kept them on their toes. He knew it would probably take Kratos about a week to figure out what the hell happened and then another to extract 'revenge' but Yuan really didn't mind waiting, after all the surprise was the best part of the game.
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3. Sticks and stone break my bones, but whips and chains excite me. (The Sexuality of Terror, or, "Help, I'm Out of Control, Thank God!")
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Three days, no light, no water, no sound…nothing.
Yet Kratos was more bored than he was afraid and also mildly interested how his enemies managed to catch him so off guard. He had been walking through Sybak, trying to get one of the many items he needed to make the eternal ring, when suddenly he was attacked and knocked unconscious. The next thing he knew he was here…wherever here was.
He strained to hear anything from his surroundings, quite a feat since his ears were plugged, his enemies must have truly known him inside out. He was bound with something that ensured he couldn't get loose, his eyes and mouth were bound as well, ensuring no chance of him using spells.
The door to his 'cell' opened, his only way of telling was the vibrations he felt through the floor. He waited for a moment before someone kicked him, causing him to flinch, unable to shout. They removed the gag and put another one in immediately after, one that had some sort of hole in it that made his mouth open without it actually allowing him to say a word, otherwise leaving him as bound as he already was.
Still he couldn't figure out their motives, if they had taken the effort to kidnap him and yet still haven't killed him there must have been a reason why he was still held. Yet they hadn't demanded even the slightest bit of information, and besides the kick he had just received they hadn't tortured him…did they think that in the three days they had left him there he would have been starved half to death? They must have not known him as well as he had thought if that were the case. He felt hands touching his body, removing clothing.
So, this was the game they played.
His body was felt up, causing his skin to prickle uncomfortably. Wondering what was next he felt his head moved so he was on his knees and something forcibly placed in his mouth. It felt like skin and salt so Kratos immediately knew what it was and grew slightly ill at the thought. He tried not to choke when whoever it was started to move his hips, shoving his arousal in and out of his mouth. His throat jerked when they pushed futher into him, touching the back of his throat. The assailant seemed to care little of the redhead's plight and continued to move in and out of his mouth at a quick and jerky pace.
Now Kratos was starting to feel a little nervous, especially when he felt the assailant start to prob his anus with his fingers. He made a choking sound which only seemed to edge the man on making him thrust faster. He choked when the person came into his mouth, making him swallow it by holding his head still. He felt himself thrown on the ground with a gasp as the air was knocked out of him. His hips were lifted and then he felt the weirdest sensation he had ever felt before. This man, whoever it was, was probing him with his tongue. He gasped trying to move away yet still unable to, even with his angelic strength, the binds wouldn't break. The man held his hips still, continuing to move his tongue in and out of him, massaging his ass as he did.
He was definitely felling afraid now, and slightly undignified…and yet.
Yet he was starting to feel turned on, he had never had this utter lack of control in his life and while this simply should have been terrifying, it was still strangely arousing. He continued to gasp as the person licked him, fucking him with his tongue and making him all the more aroused. He heard himself moan pathetically when the tongue left him and felt disgusted by it. The assailant seemed amused by this, chuckling, once again only known through vibrations.
He lifted Kratos up and onto his lap impaling him slowly on his member causing the redhead to shudder in pain. No lube made him stain to keep from crying out. The other person seemed to realize this too and in an odd sort of sympathy pet his slightly straining arousal. The redhead gasped, the pain and the pleasure mixing and making this whole situation seem so oddly arousing.
Whoever it was lifted Kratos backwards, so his back touched the other's chest, onto his lap and then forced him onto the other's waiting member…and Kratos' absently realized he must have been truly strong in order to be able to do this. These thoughts flew quickly from mind as he was pounded into faster and harder making his gasp and drool all over the place. He was laid face down as the man spasmed, seeming to get closer and closer to orgasm, only suddenly he stopping and pulling out of Kratos all together, flipping him around. The redhead waited for what was to happen next when he felt the other' penis in his mouth again.
Tentatively he moved his tongue against it. This pleased the man who held him, a moan echoing though his body and suddenly on Kratos' own twitching member. Shuddering slightly himself he lapped at the other's penis, as they took in his. He thought to get at least a little payback on the man and thrust his hips but the other didn't seem to mind, easily taking him in. This game of give and take continued for about five minutes until Kratos felt the other cum into his mouth again. At that the man moved away from Kratos, who's member still twitched painfully, wanting nothing but release.
He was not deprived long as he felt something he was not expecting, the tight heat of the other's anus. He thrust into that tight hole, making the other bounce on top of him. He showed no more mercy than his attacker, moving quickly. The felt his own spasms as his body gave into lust and he released into the other. He lay there waiting for whatever came next, no longer afraid. His angelic healing capabilities would take care of the dull ache in his ass before long so even if the other did decide to continue he'd be fine (though losing blood could still kill him,) but nothing of the sort came. He laid there, thinking perhaps he had missed the other leaving when he felt a prick in his arm and his whole world spun.
-
“Sir, are you sure it's alright to just…dump him off like this?” Botta asked his leader as they put Kratos' sleeping body in on of Sybak's inn's beds.
“Yep.” Yuan answered simply, tucking the human-angel in and kissing his forehead.
Botta knew better than to ask why his lord did these odd things to his lover, so he just sighed, getting the transporter ready.
Yuan smiled fondly onto his lover, only a small glint of the previous mischief he had been up to earlier on his face. He loved these games they sometimes played, it always kept them on their toes. He knew it would probably take Kratos about a week to figure out what the hell happened and then another to extract 'revenge' but Yuan really didn't mind waiting, after all the surprise was the best part of the game.