Master, Slave, Master (16)

"He's gone." Ray welcomed a smirk. It had been 5 minutes and Angel's body had only barely quivered while held up by Xavier. He had become one complete thing, from his hair to every last nail, a thing buried in the molten depths of ecstasy.

Xavier raised his brows and pulled the cloth at Angel's eyes away. Beneath laid a pair of drunk eyes barely open, looking down at whatever hell they were lost to.

"Did he faint again?" Turning the limp head around in his hand, Xavier checked on the masterpiece he'd moulded with his own two hands, a smirk hanging on his lips.

Ray looked at the electric device at his side but didn't reach out to close it, it was merely a brief contemplation before he set his eyes on Angel again. "He's conscious, just broken. Slap him awake, be gentle."

Angel started stirring with a few light taps at his cheeks, he could hear them from the beginning, but there was no strength in him to process them or the world around. He only wondered how he would live when the sensations clutching the nerves down his cock would be snatched away. And then they disappeared like they never existed.

"No.." Before Angel even processed it, his heart felt a dread equal to losing itself, everything he had become was suddenly gone, and no feeling remained in his legs except the remnant dullness. Tears pooled in his eyes from pure despair, he couldn't help falling onto Xavier's lap with his being all broken apart. "D-don't stop it .. please .. please .. please.."

Everything was spiralling out of his reach, pleasure, pain, and all senses of being alive. And Xavier just watched. Angel could feel his devious amusement through the fingers gingerly grazing his head while he sobbed bitterly.

"God .. I want to fuck him raw." Xavier announced with predatory intent, he'd leave Angel no short of a tattered piece of cloth before his needs even border being satiated.

There was no time wasted on Ray's end, he stood up and grasped Angel's neck, dragging the weeping little pup to the bedroom after detaching all electrodes. "Get on," He instructed, while he undressed himself with every touch of grace leaving only his sweatshirt on with his rose necklace.

No turbulence brewed in Angel, he behaved like a soulless dog, waiting patiently on the bed, his heart thrumming a mellow tune, and body heaved in a high where pleasure was all he could feel, but he could barely feel it. Under his eyelids, was a dullness that didn't belong to the conscious. He was lost deep in himself.

Ray got on the bed and weighed over him, laying him across the bed. Angel's body was easy to manoeuvre—a toy. But it was living, whether Angel knew or not, his body was quite expressive. Hands curling the sheet, a deep frown at the pleasure that refused to reach him, and cock twitching, eager to jump out of its cage. Ray freed it, and Angel hissed, palming his pitiful organs, but he didn't dare to please himself. Even when broken his mind was subdued.

"You'll be taking his throat?" Ray produced a tingling lubricant to generously massage between Angel's thighs, and every curve of his hand elicited tender gasps from Angel. He bit his lips harshly, unable to keep himself still at the sudden surge of sensations in a place already ripe from tension.

At the other end of the bed, Xavier pulled Angel's head closer to the edge where he stood with his belt unbuckled and his cock unceremoniously standing out. He gave it a few gentle grazes, trying to ease it down. "Yeah, I want to see his neck buckle while he chokes on me. Am I going crazy?"

"Heh, don't overthink. Just put on a good show for me." Ray held Angel's legs together over his shoulder, and oiled his cock before pushing it between Angel's fleshy thighs, a little above his groin. "..He is so fun to fuck."

Hurry wasn't in the books today, Ray wanted to enjoy Angel's quivering thighs coiling around his cock. He smacked his hips in slow, leisurely strokes, and Angel's eyes were starting to glaze over as pleasure built up deep within his core, heaving down on his bladder.

"Aah .. Master, please .. ruin me." Angel shivered on the bed, sinking himself into the soft mattress to arch himself into Ray's divine cock searing his flesh awake. He had no idea what he was blabbering. His dick breathed the air of freedom, waiting to be caressed, yet no one, not even his own body was allowed to pay attention to it.

Xavier strictly held his wrists down near him after adjusting Angel's neck to align with himself. The little body felt so fragile under his touch, that Xavier almost heard a pang of pity in his heart. He lightly caressed Angel's cheeks and looked down at his delirious eyes widened at the view. Voluntary or not, Angel reached out his tongue to have a taste of everything that he needed right now.

Xavier slapped him, it was meant to shock Angel awake but he accepted it like a warm caress, and a lesson well learned. He held his little mouth wide open with his tongue held out, straining his neck in invitation for Xavier's cock to find no obstruction in him.

A panting dog vying for his treat.

It sent an electric throb down Xavier's cock; with no leisure held, he jammed his lubricated cock balls deep in Angel's throat, resting it there to cloak himself in the electrifying sensations.

"Gah! Fuck .. what is he made of?" Smacking his waist thoroughly against Angel's lips, Xavier stroked his very eager cock in Angel's strained and convulsing heaven. Each ungodly thrust bulged Angel's neck like a balloon, and Xavier couldn't stop pumping his hips in precise blows, squelching the thin lining of bones and muscles to home his engorged cock. "Ugh .. I am never coming out of him.."

Lack of air was merely a consequential disaster, Xavier couldn't give a fuck about it right now, he was having possibly the best fuck of his life. His precum started pooling in Angel, and the poor thing choked at the vile, uncaring intrusion, coughing out horrible gags and tensing to inch away at every thrust met with the back of his throat. His little body arched in pain, whining hysterically from the very depth of his oxygen-hungry heart.

Pulling out briefly, Xavier gasped, resting his balls on Angel's mouth. The air felt heavy. To Angel, it was life. Moaning senselessly, he cried while gathering his breaths. His thighs were constantly burning with a tingle, and Ray's warm cock was lathering him in cloudy sensations he wished would remain his forever. And his mouth felt raw, emitting a heat that must feel very inviting to Xavier in some deranged way.

It was enough respite, Xavier wouldn't be denied his high any longer than a few seconds. He plunged his cock back into Angel's mouth, whether the bitch could handle it or not, clogging it deep in the heavenly little hole while Angel's lips quivered at his pubic base. "Haa .. handle it, pup. You are made for this."

Letting himself lose, Xavier nursed his cock in uncontrolled thrusts down Angel's tongue as he groaned in pure euphoria. It pleased his cock so well, the terrible contortions and the feverish warmth, functions Xavier believed were designed solely to aid his fucks. "He's so good .. so fucking good .."

Xavier was growing weak with pleasure, yet his body was unyielding, ruining Angel's throat with callous vigour. The time to breathe arrived only at the very cusp of Angel's madness where his body buckled horribly like a dying pig, unable to handle the senseless assault.

Angel's wrists were held to the mattress, his neck had no room for escape, and everything down his waist was being handled sternly by Ray. When his lungs burned with the need to breathe, and he choked on Xavier's cock, he could do nothing but convulse helpless until Xavier pulled away. Dread had started to douse his being in red.

But when Xavier's cock relentlessly drove into him, coating his mouth in the intense flavour of his arousal, Angel didn't stop at anything to swallow it all down and make it a part of himself. This was his world, the only one he'd wish to live in.

Ray was relaxed, both him and his cock, leisurely pacing through and accepting every sensation. He was watching Xavier slowly lose his bearing, and Angel's heart jolting along with him. Ray's cock had bricked up overtime at the sight, he had folded Angel's legs over each other to give himself a prettier environment. Whenever Angel contorted while choking on Xavier, the little pup would stretch his muscles taut, pushing his thighs together which for Ray was vehemently adorable.

He gathered the pool of juices from both his and Angel's quivering dick, the amount more than enough to make Angel's ass inviting. Slipping his hand below, Ray rubbed over the flowered hole, lapping it up with precum before introducing his fingers inside. Exploring the slick walls, Ray deftly massaged them open. Warm flesh clung to his digits, begging to be abused, but Ray allowed only a slow burning tension to rouse the very depths of Angel's desires, where he was left to burn eternally.

His cock was snuggling comfortably between Angel's supple thighs, every slap of flesh against flesh drew waves of back-seated pleasure that Ray adorned himself with. Nerves throbbed down his length, and low breaths escaped his amused lips. Aggression peeked his movements, demanding more of Angel to be used, but waiting, Ray stroked himself with only the imitation of a sweet wall of flesh he could be polluting with his arousal.

"Fuck .. I am so close.." Xavier didn't find time to mourn the loss of his sanity, he ruthlessly pumped his unmanaged cock down into Angel's contorting throat, buckling his neck to limits no untrained thing could handle. Despite Angel clawing the sheets like a madman, and his whole being faltering to a dying pig at the absence of much-needed respite, Xavier clung to the God-blessed ecstasy his whole body was frying through.

He ploughed into Angel, harsh and fast, hips rythmed to a fault, grazing the very limits of Angel's humanity where he no longer remained one. Only a vessel to satiate Xavier's needs existed, titled Angel in passing.

Growling from the depths of his stomach, Xavier held his lip between his teeth and frowned through the agonising height pleasure had reached announcing the impending crash. He tapped Angel's cheek to keep him conscious, while his cock buried deep clogging his breaths leaving no room for awareness. "Keep up, baby .."

Breathing with an almost taunt-like heaviness, Xavier let weakness take over his limbs, unceremoniously coating Angel's opened holes in every hint of his 'love' while his aggressive moans coddled the thawing atmosphere. His eyes shone with pleasure, and he pulled out of Angel's limp form after a few long seconds of cloudiness, falling beside him on the bed, his breathing ragged.

He shook Angel's face around until the thing coughed up a series of fluids over himself and hitched through breaths, then let him be. "Fuck.. I am beat. That took all of me, man.. what are you doing?"

"Overrunning his little brain. You did well, catch your breath." Ray didn't deny himself bliss anymore, he let go of Angel's leg while one remained on his arm and lowered himself on Angel. Taking a breath, he burrowed his cock in Angel's hole with practised ease.

"Agh!" Angel moaned awake, he felt like his whole body was being invaded, Ray's cock had already toughened however impossibly through his whole body, Angel wasn't ready to believe otherwise. He had not a semblance of control over himself, his limbs refused to move and his heart burdened in ecstatic dread kept him at the edge of consciousness.

When Ray moved inside him, his whole being surrendered to it with breathy moans, accepting that he was no longer a living person. He was a tattered piece of cloth that Ray found fancy enough to fuck. Every part of him had become a single thing that Ray was using to please himself, and Angel's heart suffocated itself trying to settle with the heaving pleasure.

Ray grazed the walls of flesh coating his cock, smacking his hips against Angel's ass at a pace that held back nothing, promising absolute ruin. Ray was set on devouring the guy whole.

No distinction could be made in Angel's cries and moans; he was nothing more than what was happening to his body. And it was too much. Everything was. Ray's ungodly technique was scraping at the very core of his being, and playing with his fragile remains like they belonged to him. Pleasure was quite literally turning fatal, even the ends of his paralysed fingers were begging for mercy.

A pulse was quaking down Angel's stomach, and his cheeks were flaring in an infernal shade of red. Every time Ray clapped against him, he felt helpless to the pleasure his veins burned deep in him. His insides were being so carelessly rearranged by Ray's depraved girth, and he could only groan with sunken limbs, unable to reject any of it.

Ray pushed down on Angel, so he could admire closely what he had done to the pitiful little being. His waist kept a steady rhythm, feeling Angel's pulsating insides warp around his cock. Breathing soft moans beside Angel's ear, he firmed his grip on Angel's limb, and licked his inviting ear lobe, biting into his sweet flesh.

He moved his free hand down, finding Angel's abandoned dick, and stroked it in its own fluids with gentle precision. It registered no change in the way Angel was groaning helplessly, but his ass betrayed a pretty reaction; clutching itself around Ray's thumping cock. Ray hissed through his teeth, clawing Angel's dick, while his own stumbled deeply into Angel, scratching at the very limit of his reach.

"Fuck," Ray breathly drawled. He gave himself every faucet of attention at the expanse of Angel's melting sanity. Pleasure overrode his senses and his hips collided mindlessly against Angel's, refusing to abide by any boundaries until everything that needed to be claimed was coloured deeply in his essence, and the thing called Angel became his.

He rested only when he had completely fucked Angel—mind, body, heart, soul, and whatever else existed of him.

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