Past Reflections: A pet's story

The look Deacon was giving him was making him hotter then he’d ever been in his life and all he wanted to do was bend him over the couch and fuck him raw but he restrained his more primitive urges. Instead he yanked Deacon to his knees and forcibly pushed his fingers in between his already parted lips, wetting them. When he felt they were slick enough for his purpose he lays the other man against the floor on his hands and knees before tracing the outside of his puckered entrance with the fingers, teasing it before pushing one finger inside of him to the knuckle, twisting it as he inched it in deeper. Deacon winced and tightened around the invasive finger. “Stop…stop..please, I’m too tight.” The pain was welcome though, it made his body tingle with anticipation of the sex he knew was coming and that he wanted. A welcoming warmth spread through his body and he felt his semi-erect member harden under the skilled touch of his lover. Fawkes curled his finger before adding a second, just as forcibly as the first, and slides them in and out roughly; Deacon’s body swaying underneath the force. Fawkes licked his lips as he watched before lowering his mouth to linger over the small of his back, tongue tracing over the scars there. Deacon whimpered, the scars still sensitive after so many years, and one of the most highly erotic zones on his body.

Deacon’s breath, coming in rough pants, misted against the floors and he rocked his body back against the delightful fingers, forcing them in deeper as he glares over his shoulder at the man behind him. “Can’t you fuck me harder?” There was the barest tinge of fury in his voice and it was noticeable in the fine tremor racing through his body, causing his muscles to tighten up his back. That just made Fawkes nibble up along his spine, nipping hard at his shoulders. Deacon coughed and chocked on his tongue, a muffled cry escaping his lips. Fawkes’s hand slithers down Deacon’s body to rest on his hip, fingers caressing the silken skin there as his other hand continues its assault on his ass. Fawkes teeth sink into his shoulder as he fumbles behind Deacon, his fingers catching on the lip of his entrance before being able to fully sink himself into Deacon’s tight heat. A raw, anguished scream was torn from Deacon’s already aching throat as his nails digs into the floor, breaking off, to leave bloody stubs clawing at the ground. Fawkes hand wrapped around Deacon’s cock, pumping it with hard, fast strokes as he slammed into him. Deacon writhed in agonized pleasure underneath him, back arching as he rubbed the crown of his cock over Deacon’s prostate, causing him to scream out again and again. Fawkes name was ripped away from his lips as he felt himself close to releasing his hot seed into the stroking hand but the hand tightened around him, preventing it. With a whine, Deacon lowers his head to floor, trying desperately not to cum despite the hand tightening callously around him.

“Fa--Faw--OH GOD FAWKES! AHHHH!” His body spasms and twists, trying to get away from his unforgiving hold. “Please, Faw-oh, gods please….” his ragged pants begging for release. His pleas fall on deaf ears though as his lover continues to punish his ass and keep him from blissful release.

“Oh no pet….not until I’ve taken my complete pleasure from you…and then, I’ll consider it. Depends on how good of a boy you are.” His words carrying the sadistic tone that promised nothing he did would be good enough for him to be allowed release. Deacon bit his lower lip, pouting it out as he stared demurely up at Fawkes from where he was laying on the floor, eyes misted with the sheen of tormented tears. Fawkes sneered down at him, unimpressed by his attempts to get out of the situation. Deacon bites his lip harder, crying out sharply as he feels Fawkes hands tangle in his hair, pulling it forcefully back. His body followed the forceful jerk and he cried out again as he felt his hips come into contact with his now sensitive hole. That only made Fawkes pull out tenderly before slamming his entire length back into him, his body pitching forward under the force.

When he feels blood start to drip down his passage, he sobs and whines harder, hips rocking backward with passionate force as he impales himself on Fawkes hard length. As there hips meet, Fawkes rolls his, the motion rubbing his tip along the inside of Deacon who screams rawly at the sensation. “Oh baby…you’re so fucking tight.” The screaming made him want to hurt him and he did, grinding against him desperately as he rakes bloody furrows down his back. His breath came in harsh, grating pants as he reaches his climax, cumming in shuddering spasms that wrack his body. When his seed is spent, he collapses against Deacon’s back so he can regain his breath. Deacon continues to writhe uncomfortably underneath him, his cock so hard it was painful and still being prevented from release. Fawkes agonizingly pulls out of him and stares disdainfully down at him, body limp and languid with stolen pleasure, but still not satisfied.

With lazy movements he peels himself away from Deacon’s back to stand in front of him, member semi-erect. “Does my little succubus wish to come?” he taunts, a lilting, mockery in his voice.

“M-master…” the words torn unwillingly from his lips as he pouts bruised lips up towards him, blood dripping from the welts on his back and staining his sides red, his long white locks soaking up the crimson color. “M..Master…you’re” he spit’s the next word, “pet will do anything….ANYTHING if you but deem me worthy of release.” The look he receives is none to pleasant but it strengthens the hope in Deacon’s heart since he knew that look in its many different forms. “Aye, Master, even kill.”