Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

(Many many thanks to my two luffly reviewers I luff you both! So I dedicate this chapter to you, simply because you left me reviews. I hope you like smut. ^-^)

Chapter Four. Warnings: Heavy slash, still a little of the ribbon bondage, and that\'s it methinks.

Rafael watched in horror as the master’s robe dropped to the floor, grey eyes widening at the sight of the male’s body now that they were finally granted permission to look over their master as he had done to them. For Rafael though, he had a slightly awkward view, being on the bed and all, but with a backside as sore and stinging as his, he could not get comfortable at all, no matter what position he was in. He squirmed in his bonds to try and keep his smarting rear end off the sheets as much as he could, but to no avail.

He also had to consider that he had something of a pressing problem at his groin, seeing as it was quite obvious and would quickly become painful if he became further aroused by the sight of whatever Hadrian was going to do to the blonde slave. He couldn’t do anything to bring about a release and it was driving him crazy, erotic thoughts of what he was about to witness only serving to make him harder.

Hadrian was stunning, pure and simply stunning. His skin was incredibly pale, the sort of tone you’d expect to see on the mythical vampire and the master’s eyes looked even more dazzling than before when there was only his pale skin to contrast against. His stature was one of an athlete of some description, not overly muscled, but not lanky, basically well proportioned. The toned muscles looked like they were well cared for, as in, Hadrian did plenty of exercise to keep himself in shape.

A smirk crossed the master’s lips as he felt the two pairs of eyes wander across his body; he knew he was good looking, but he didn’t like to show of his body. Only his slaves saw his naked flesh, and even then they never left the room alive.

Now, Hadrian needed to be aroused for the next step, obviously, and as much as he would love to feel the blonde boy’s warm mouth engulfing his length, as a rule, he didn’t let the mouths of his slaves near his genitalia, simply because the threat of biting was far too great. The risks far outweighed the potential pleasure in Hadrian’s opinion, even if that pleasure was something of a rarity for him in terms of his lack of trust towards his slaves, but who could blame him when there were rebels like Rafael in the cells.

The blonde boy’s eyes were as wide as saucers as Hadrian crouched before him and the master stroked his fingers through the soft blonde tresses, ruffling them lightly in an almost affectionate manner, making the boy look even more cutely dishevelled. “Well now, boy, shall we put on a show for your dear friend?” He asked gently as he began to stroke himself into hardness, watching as the boy’s eyes remained wide, amused by how their proximity and his actions were instilling arousal within the boy.

Hadrian’s eyes slid closed slightly as he continued to lightly touch himself, teasing the head of his rising erection now and again until he was ready for the blonde. At that time, he sighed softly as he removed his hand from his length and abruptly pressed his body against the blonde’s smaller frame and tilted the boy’s chin up so that their eyes met. “Remember, no resisting and it won’t hurt. Too much anyway.”

He then gently caressed the boy’s face before his hand trailed down the front of the boy’s body, lingering momentarily at the pierced nipple that caused the boy to flinch. Apparently the bud was still rather tender after it’s preparation for the ornament that now adorned it. Moving beyond the nipple, the hand then began its slow progression down, over the boy’s abdomen to his groin but only the most fleeting of touches was administered to the blonde’s gradually rising erection. “Half hard already boy? Dear me, I think you’re in need of some lessons in self restraint.” The master chided softly, but there was no reply from Leon who was trying to focus on keeping his body under control.

His previous master had liked him to be easily aroused so that there was little delay between their need and the inevitable penetration. Regardless, Leon wasn’t with his previous master any more and that was all that mattered, though it was hard to concentrate when those talented fingers were wandering so teasingly across his exposed skin, heading past his crotch before one finger circled the tight ring of muscle that guarded his entrance. A sudden thought struck the boy as the tip of that same finger began to push lightly into his body and his body went rigid, which caused the master to pause, more out of curiosity than anything else. Hadrian wasn’t using anything in the way of lubricant and there was no way Leon could take him without the use of lubricant, even if it was only saliva, anything was better than nothing, Hadrian would tear him to shreds if he forced himself in.

Thankfully though, after a moment Hadrian removed his finger and returned to the same dresser he had earlier, this time removing a small pot of some description before crossing the room once more, blatantly ignoring the dark haired slave’s discomfort as he did so. To Leon’s relief the pot contained some sort of sweet smelling oil that Hadrian dipped three of his fingers in before setting it aside and returning to his task. The blonde almost jerked away at the cool touch of the oil to his heated body, but when the finger was pressed into him, deeper this time, his only thought was of not grinding down onto that finger to encourage it deeper as he would have done with his old and loved master.

Luca, that was his name. How could he have forgotten? Only Leon was ever allowed to utter his name, and even then that was only when they were alone. The blonde was suddenly ashamed that he could have forgotten the name of his beloved master. It was unthinkable to forget the name of the one you loved, and he was mortified that one so close to another could fail to remember the name of their lover.

Hadrian was oblivious to the blonde slave’s thoughts, and quite frankly probably couldn’t care less, after all, the slave’s past was of no concern to him, Leon was his now, whether he wanted to be or not, whether he accepted that fact or denied it with every ounce of free will he had. And besides, there were much more interesting matters at hand, such as the insertion of a second digit which was the cause of a slight shudder that passed across the blonde’s body. He was slow, methodical with his working, knowing exactly what he was doing.

The blonde’s eyes were closed as a third finger was added, lightly thrusting in and out, widening the boy’s entry enough for him to take him in all the way. He delighted in the way the teen’s body was so responsive to even just the smallest stimulus, and he would certainly enjoy himself when it came to the time that he got to punish the boy for it, after all, it was no fun if the fair-haired young male came too quickly, besides, he had been more submissive than he liked, seeing as slaves with a little sprit were much appreciated. Rafael was the perfect example of a slave that would take some time to break mentally, if not physically too.

As the boy kept his hips as still as he could, he couldn’t help that with every thrust of the master’s fingers, the walls of the male’s channel would clench around the intrusion and make Hadrian smirk. Ever y expression that crossed the youth’s face was disconcerting and increased the feeling of anticipation that was clouding the boy’s mind. Leon’s lips were parted slightly, though his vocal chords allowed no sound to pass his lips yet and that alone made the master’s smirk slide from his face to be replaced by a deep frown, his brow furrowed.

“Come on boy, I know you’re enjoying this, so why don’t you vocalise it? Are you ashamed that you like how a complete stranger touches you? How even though you daren’t admit it to yourself, your body at least appreciates my caresses?” Hadrian purred quietly, leaning forward to lightly nip at the boy’s earlobe. “And it seems to me as if you’ve been through this before. Someone else has taken you boy. You’re tight, yes, but not as tight as many virgins whose innocence I have taken in the past. Who fucked you before hmm? Are you going to tell me? No? Oh well, we have plenty of time to get acquainted.”

Leon squirmed against the invasion into the most intimate part of his body, wanting something bigger inside him, something more substantial than a few fingers. He was so ashamed of his actions, the way his body reacted to even the simplest of touches, but unless he wanted to be seriously hurt, he had to surrender to his new master. He wouldn’t be seeing Luca again, so he may as well try to make his final induction into Hadrian’s ranks as smooth as possible. It was like he became an entirely different person when it came to using him for another’s pleasure. Having been indoctrinated into feeling the pleasure from almost anything that was done to him that was sexual in nature; the apparently innocent little blonde boy became a needy mess that was all too eager to please whoever desired him.

When Hadrian was satisfied with the state of the boy, who had bitten down on his lip hard enough to cause a small trickle of blood to wind down his chin presumably to prevent any inappropriate noises passing his lips, the master withdrew his fingers and stopped briefly to smear some of the oil onto the palm of his hand and then lowered that hand to his erect member to coat the length so that he was slick enough to enter the smaller male with little resistance.

Moaning softly as he caressed the heated flesh, the master let his head fall forward to rest on his collarbone temporarily, eyes unopened, breathing ever so slightly laborious. Not wanting to keep himself waiting for long, as soon as he was pleased with their position, he held the boy right against him, pressing the tip of his length to the widened entrance to the boy’s body. That time, Leon moaned.

“That’s it boy, let loose.” Hadrian encouraged, his voice heavy with lust, his heart beat increasing in his chest in his eagerness to be buried inside the boy.

At the sound of Leon’s moan, Rafael, who was still sporting a considerable hard-on, couldn’t help but flop back against the mattress and his eyes rolled back in their sockets. Leon sounded so aroused just in that one sound and it was making Rafael wonder exactly what was being done to the boy to warrant such a wanton noise. It was turning him on so badly, but being bound and all meant that there was still nothing he could do to calm his body down. He tried thinking of things that were so disgusting that he hardly dare believe it that he’d seen since being held captive, just to try and will his erection to go down before he started begging for some attention.

‘That mush they call food that tasted like wood back in the cells - Yuck - Ehh, the smell down there, of body odour, waste, rotting food - That was just repulsive - And that bucket in the cells, full of human waste, faeces slopping over the side - God that’s disgusting - … - Man, I think I’m gonna hurl…’

Hadrian leant his head against the blonde’s shoulder, breathing heavily against the youth’s neck as they stood against each other, the smaller male pressed tightly against the master. Suddenly and without warning, Hadrian thrust himself deep, grunting softly as he penetrated the boy in one hard movement that made the boy cry out in a mixture of pain and surprise as the void within him was suddenly completely filled.

He could feel every twitch and throb of the heated erection, but before he was given time to become accustomed to the feeling of being so totally full, the master was pulling out of him so that only the head remained in his body. His eyes were shut tightly; he didn’t need to see what was happening to him when he could feel it so intensely.

The blonde slave’s cry jolted Rafael from his disturbing thoughts and made the brightening grey irises lock onto the pair against the wall. He couldn’t help it; his body was reacting to the sight of the two males going at it against the wall and it was just so goddamn arousing that Raf began to moan softly from the bed. Sure his backside still smarted after his spanking but it was all but forgotten in light of the sight before him.

The boy was so tight it was wonderful. Whoever had taken the boy before him was certainly a lucky guy, especially as the boy’s muscles clamped around his length, hugging it tightly. The boy was indeed a rare find and in light of this, Hadrian may keep him longer, maybe not break him too quickly as Leon could certainly provide that which he desired. Groaning slightly at the feel of his erection being buried in the boy’s tight heat, Hadrian pulled out almost all the way, before slamming back in again, right to the hilt.

Leon cried out louder as the master forced himself in harder, tears beading at the corners of his eyes, but despite the pain, Leon was enjoying it so badly. Hadrian pulled out of him again and paused for the briefest of moments, and Leon tried to press himself down, to force the master’s length back into him, to fill him as he so wished to be. Sex was like a drug to him, he couldn’t get enough of it and the rough nature of it only served to make the blonde more wanton.

The blonde youth’s legs wrapped around the master’s waist, straining against the ribbons that still held him securely against the wall and so that he could put as much force into it as he could, the master grabbed the boy’s buttocks and held him firmly, blunt fingernails digging into the tender flesh hard enough to create deep groves, if not draw blood, his hands gripping firmly enough to leave hand shaped bruises. Leon could feel all of it with almost frightening intensity and his arms wrapped around Hadrian’s neck to claw at his back and pull at his hair as the boy struggled to find an anchor in the sea of sensations he was gradually losing himself in.

The motions were repeated a couple of times, slow hard thrusts, until Hadrian angled the boy slightly to hit the sensitive bundle of nerves of the prostate he knew was hidden in the velvety heat. Generally he did not try to help his slaves reach a climax, if they did, then fine, but if they didn’t it was very satisfying to watch them beg and plead to be allowed to orgasm. Leon was different though, it was as if the boy was no longer the timid little thing he had been when he was first brought into the room, and Hadrian adored the change in him. Maybe he would offer the boy a permanent position in his bed.

After those few teasingly slow thrusts the pace increased slightly, allowing them to build up a rhythm that Leon could respond to by meeting each of the master’s pushes that were quickly driving the boy to an early release. The younger male’s body was steadily becoming sweaty as his body heat increased, his blonde locks falling over his eyes in lank clumps as he clutched at the master, his breathing coming in gasps and moans of pleasure almost drowning out the master’s own noises of bliss as they moved together disjointedly against the wall.

Hadrian had not expected the boy to be as good as he was and the way he so quickly gave himself up to him, submitting to his desires, wanting to have someone inside him was arousing in itself, as Rafael was finding out on the bed as he continued to watch the erotic display of naked flesh moving inside and against naked flesh.

Leon’s moans soon reached a peak as the master continued to brutally pound into him and it would probably come as no surprise to find that blood was winding it’s way down his inner thighs as a result of the harsh treatment that he still seemed to be enjoying in some twisted display of masochism, seeing as a normal person would probably be screaming by then for it to stop, or be reduced to tears, sobbing pitifully against the master’s shoulder as they endured such rough handling, not encourage it as the blonde was doing.

The blonde boy suddenly went rigid in the master’s grip, feeling the heady rush of his impending orgasm rushing over him, blurring his vision, tightening his grip on Hadrian’s body, muscles clenching around the intruding erection. With a breathy moan, Leon released, smearing both their chests and stomachs with sticky white fluid that was gradually liberally spread across their bodies as Hadrian continued to move in and out, just about to reach his own climax, and when Leon’s muscles clenched, it was like he was milking Hadrian’s erection of his essence, coaxing it forth as the boy felt the warmth of his master’s cum fill him.

The two remained motionless for a good minute or two, just bathing in the afterglow of their orgasms before Leon was lowered to the ground again, Hadrian’s softening length sliding from him. As the blonde gathered his senses, he gradually became aware of the intense burning pain at his groin as a result of his walls tearing during the rough sex, pain that his earlier pleasure had over-ridden.

As Hadrian moved away, he glanced at the boy who was panting softly, tears beginning to stream down his cheeks, but he was primarily drawn to the fluids slowly leaking from him, the blood that was mixing with his juices. Chuckling softly as the boy slumped against the wall and curled up as best he could given the ribbons which held him upright, Hadrian, still naked, moved back towards the bed where Rafael was still laying prostrated, now whimpering as his arousal was weeping in his desperate need for a release of his own. The master was looking a little dishevelled after his experience, his breathing heavier than before, but apparently he was not yet sated as he circled the bed, considering his next course of action, watching Raf like a predator eyeing its prey.

(My god, that was probably the longest smut scene I\'ve written in my life. xD And there\'s more to come. What? You didn\'t think Rafael would go without getting some did you? Apologies also if the smut was distasteful, I\'d appreciate your comments on it, seeing as I\'ve never had to write like that much before and certainly not for a novel. So yes, reviews are really wanted this time.)