Logan's Revenge

The first thing he noticed was the pain, even his fingernails ached. If laying there, perfectly still, hurt so much, he didn\'t dare move and find out how much pain he was really in. That was, until consciousness began to materialize in full. The overall ache was the least of his worries, when he realized two simple facts: not only was he entirely nude, but he was securely bound. The latter contributed much to the aforementioned ache, as his arms were pulled up behind his back as far as they could go. His forearms were lashed together, from wrist to elbow, his hands bound in a mockery of prayer. He tested the bonds, hoping his captor had underestimated his skills of escape, but the ropes didn\'t so much as budge. As he twisted, trying to loosen the knots, something else was called to his attention. Four tight coils of thick, coarse rope wound around his bare chest and tied arms. If not for these, he might have gotten the proper leverage to free himself. But they held fast, biting into his chest, ensuring his arms remained secure.

The extra ropes weren\'t the only thing that his movement called to his attention. The small pressure of his hips to the blanket under him woke a throbbing, nagging pressure in his groin. Rolling onto his back, he looked down to see this was not the usual arousal he sometimes woke with. No dream or subconscious desire had gotten him quite so hard. At the base of his vicious arousal was a thin strip of leather, wrapped around three times and tied tightly. Distantly, he thought it might be one of his boot laces.

Taking a slow breath, he assessed the rest of himself. Aside from his arms and crotch, nothing else was restrained. With his legs free, he might be able to reach the rest of the room. Not that there was much in there, though. It was bare, save for the simple bed and a light hanging from the ceiling. The door\'s handle was a turn-knob, which he thought he might be able to operate with his feet, on the hopes that it wasn\'t locked. There was nothing left to do but try.

That is, if he could leave the bed. When he attempted to get up, he found one last tether. A short length of rope ran from his wrists to the corner of the bed, where it disappeared between mattress and wall. He tugged furiously at it, but there was no budging the rope or bed. He wasn’t about to give up. He turned on the rope, grabbing it in his teeth. Gnawing through it, or yanking it free, he didn\'t care which happened first.

\"If you wanted to be gagged, you should have told me, Shigure.\" The deep voice purred in his ear. That voice that he\'d both loathed and feared for years. \"My pretty little half-elf.\" The second set of words was accompanied by a cool finger caressing the burning rod between his legs.

Shigure gasped at the sensation as it only worsened the problem. \"Logan…\" he tried to sound threatening and hateful toward the vampire. But hate was a difficult emotion to muster when such lustful images ran through one\'s mind. He couldn\'t stop the shiver that ran through his body, nor could he control himself as he pressed toward that cool touch. But the finger retreated before the contact was more than the slightest brush. \"…why…?\"

\"Why not?\" Logan hissed. He gripped Shigure\'s shoulder and pushed him onto his back. The vampire was void of all clothing, his entire body was pale, save for the hard pink hardness below his navel.

\"You…you can\'t do this…\" Shigure tried to sit up again, but Logan just shoved him down and held him in place. Shigure wasn\'t terribly strong, but the burning, uninvited desire that coursed through his body made him even weaker. He was no match for the vampire\'s unnatural power when in such a state.

\"Oh, but I\'m already doing it.\" He grinned as he wrapped ins fingers around the half-elf, teasing around the black strap. Shigure groaned, bucking his hips as Logan began to loosely stroke the shaft. After only a few passes, he let go. Leaning forward, he pressed his cool lips to the warmer ones. When the half-elf tried to pull away, the vampire bit down on Shigure\'s lower lip.

The pain of the bite was tinged with a bitter sweet desire that pulled a moan from Shigure\'s throat. In that moment, he both hated and desired the vampire than ever.

As Logan sat up, licking the trickle of blood form his own lip, Shigure threw himself to the side. He was stopped by the tether, causing Logan to laugh. \"It looks like you\'re not ready to behave. Do you need a tighter leash?\"

\"Go…to hell…\" Shigure gasped. He clung to his anchor of hate while that red, throbbing sea of lust consumed all else.

Without another word, Logan reached under the bed and produced a large coil of rope. As he pulled the trailing end taught, Shigure felt the tether tug at his wrists. Logan yanked the half-elf into a sitting position and set to work. Shigure fought and protested, but it was useless. Before he knew it, he was on his back again, and there was no way he was moving from that spot. Another rope had been added to his wrists, pulled tight over the neighboring corner to the first. More lengths of rope crept up from under the sides of the bed, fixed to each of the four coils around his chest, then slipped back under the bed. Shigure thrashed and kicked, but he couldn\'t so much as rock onto his side. It was them that he realized the ropes didn\'t hurt, per-se. Nor did laying on his arms. It was as if Logan and put him in an uncomfortable, yet painless, position on purpose.

\"Why…why are you doing this?\"

Logan only responded with a grin at first. \"You asked too many questions. And I didn\'t bring a gag. Guess I\'ll have to use what\'s handy.\" He moved over the half-elf, straddling his shoulders, knees pressing into the mattress just above the ropes. Shigure tried to voice his protest to the actions, but the words didn\'t have a chance to leave his lips. Logan grabbed a fistful of his captive\'s white hair, bringing his lips to his now throbbing member. \"Bite it and regret it,\" he said as if reading the half-elf\'s thoughts. Which wasn\'t far from the truth.

Shigure knew what sort of pain the pale one could cause. That was not something he needed to bring upon himself, especially now. But as the salt head slipped passed his lips, he fought to avoid it. But long wouldn’t allow it. Shigure\'s tongue reacted immediately, pressing against the invading shaft, trying to force it out. This only caused Logan to emit a guttural groan. In his flailing, Shigure brought his knees into the vampire\'s kidneys. Repeatedly.

Growling, Logan jerked Shigure\'s head to the side. \"It seems you need an even tighter leash, stupid elf!\" He worked fast and angry, after pulling out the unused portion of rope. Even in his haste and fury, he still did not directly cause pain to the half-elf. Instead, he seemed to take great pleasure in simply restraining him further.

Even though Shigure fought the ropes, he still found himself even more defenseless than before. His knees were drawn up to his chest, fixed to the junction between chest ropes and those pulled under the bed. If that weren\'t enough, his ankles and thighs here firmly connected, severely limiting his range of movement. Two ropes extended from these last ties, to their respective corners of the bed, pulled so tight that he couldn\'t so much as lift his rear end off the bed. Not that he needed to. The position left enough exposed for the vampire\'s needs.

\"Perfect.\" Logan purred, stepping back to admire his work.

\"You…b…bastard…\" Shigure barely gasped out. He was blindingly horny, now. He could feel each pulse as it passed into his fierce erection. Hatred was seeming quite useless as the only thing he craved was release, and not from the ropes. He\'d be content to stay so bound, if only he were allowed to climax.

\"What\'s the matter?\" Logan mocked. \"Can\'t move?\" He gripped the long, trailing ends of the leather tie and gave a slight tug. Shigure groaned.

\"P-please…\" He\'d do anything to quench that burning, aching need.

\"What?\" Another tug.

\"I…I…\" he couldn\'t get the words out. He couldn\'t even form the sentence in his mind.

\"You what?\" A soft caress.

Shigure just grunted, long and low, arching his back and pressing his chest against the ropes. The pain it brought was exquisite.

Logan could wait no longer. The elf\'s groans filled him with desire. He moved between those open legs, positioning himself. Oh, how he\'d craved such a moment, to hear the younger one cry out as he pushed inside him. To feel him tensing around him, bucking underneath him. The vampire\'s witty comments were reduced to moans as he began the slow rhythm of thrusts. Shigure writhed against the ropes, eyes rolling back as his body screamed for release. Logan leaned forward, pressing their chests together. He could feel the rough rope rubbing over his sensitive skin, pressing against the tender buds of his nipples. That straining neck under his gazed was so inviting. He\'d tasted the elf\'s blood before, but never when it was boiling with such passion and desire.

It was too much to bear. Shigure was certain his entire body would explode when the burn of Logan\'s bite hit his veins. And yet, held there on the precipice of release, being denied the final step off the edge, was almost more blissful than the actual release may have been. What small shreds of coherent thought remained in his mind were wiped out when Logan\'s hand caressed him again, this time far more firmly than before.

How much time had passed, Shigure couldn’t tell. Whether it was a minute or an hour, it felt like an eternity suspended there under Logan\'s rhythms. The thrusting, stroking and sucking all drove Shigure delirious. At some point, he felt something warm filling him, as if replacing the blood Logan took.

The vampire slowed, releasing Shigure from his bite and grasp. As he pulled himself out, he closed the wound he\'d created. He watched the half elf twist and whimper, his stiff arousal literally quivering for release. But he couldn\'t allow that. For one last tease, he wrapped his lips around the head, swirling his tongue around it twice. Shigure let out a sound just short of a sob.

Logan stepped back and waited for Shigure to calm to a coherent level.

\"Wh…why won\'t you met me c…c…\" Shigure gasped out after five minutes.

\"Cum?\" Logan finished for him. \"Because you are mine, now. And I\'m going to ensure your obedience before I allow you any fun.\"

If Shigure were going to say anything in response, it was stopped dead when Logan grabbed those laces again.

This time, the vampire did cause pain, drawing a pitiful whimper out of the half-elf. He wound the thin leather around the already throbbing and tortured cock, cinching it down tight. When he was satisfied, he pulled the trailing ends up, attaching them to the top-most rope of his chest. Even the slightest breath caused the leather to be pulled even tighter. There would be no reprieve for Shigure\'s burning desire.

\"I will return in a few hours,\" Logan whispered. \"Then we will try again. Perhaps If you behave for a total of three days, I will let you have some fun of your own.\" The door fell shut behind him, followed by a firm click of the lock and the extinguishing of the light.

As he lay there, immobile and tortured, Shigure couldn\'t help but think he wouldn\'t want to be anywhere else. The intense, unrequited arousal was almost more pleasurable than it was a punishment.

And that is exactly what Logan was playing to.