Master, Slave, Master (2)

Back at his condo, Angel cooked himself a good meal. A loose, white sweatshirt hung down to his thighs, tight boxers covering his groin, and legs open to the cold. It gave a nice contrast to the black collar on his neck. A chain from his neck attached to a bracelet on his right hand, long enough for him to move his arm around freely.

His appetite was all-time high these days, so he hurried over to his couch, put a show on TV and took a few bites.

"Don't you just love shoving big things in that little mouth?"

Shocked, Angel jolted up. "Master," He held his hands with each other, unable to decide what to do with himself. "You .. arrived so early.. H-hello."

Ray smiled softly and caressed his head. He noticed the sandwich on the lounge table. "Hm. Are you having dinner?"

"Yes. Did you have dinner yet, Master? Should I make something? Do you want to have my sandwich?" Heart heavy, beating through his body, Angel forgot he owned himself, and gave his being over.

"Just a bite or two."

Ray walked over to the couch and plopped down on the comfortable cushion. Lifted his leg to assist Angel sat on the floor in removing his shoes.

"Did you walk over, Master?" Angel kept Ray's shoes aside and massaged the stiff muscles on his feet.

"Yeah, needed to clear my head." Ray relaxed his neck back and looked through his phone to call Xavier.

How terrible.

Angel was quick to perform one of his many obsequious routines—brought some peppermint oil and kneeled by Ray's legs. Was he supposed to sit by when his Master was feeling such discomfort?

"Why the heck are you calling me now?" Xavier must still be pissed off. He greeted on the call.

"Xavi," Ray spoiled with his loving tone. "Didn't he please you already? Calm down already. You know I had to leave."

"Tch, fuck you." Xavier cried out. "Are you at his place? Where is he?" He added.

"Below me. My legs hurt, I walked here." Ray ruffled Angel's hair, a good puppy deserved pats.

"Did you let him pee earlier? He was crying so pretty, you missed out on it."

"He was begging for it, so I let him go." Angel was done with Ray's left foot, so Ray rested it on Angel's supple thigh.

"You're spoiling him. He came without my permission today, didn't even apologise. What should we do with him this weekend?"

Angel shuddered, his hair was pulled back, and Ray stared him down with a raised eyebrow. "What else? Misbehaving puppies need to be taught a severe lesson in obedience."

Back to Xavier, Ray eased. "Will you come over today?"

"I can't now, some fucker decided to marry; my family can't ditch. Will you be fucking him?"

"I have plans to, yeah, why?" Ray warmly replied.

"No, just, stick something up his ass before sleeping. I might come over in the morning or something, I don't know."

"Fine, I'll keep him prepped in the living room closet, but try and catch some sleep yeah? We have classes early tomorrow, I'll come pick you up regardless." Ray ended the call after calming Xavi down and kept his phone aside.

Dullness spread through Angel's heart at the words, yet nothing could override them, so he could only behave well. He placed his lips on the light blue veins travelling down Ray's foot.

"I am done, Master. Does it feel okay?"

"Mhm, yeah. Much better. Go wash your hands." Ray turned the TV volume up again. When Angel came back, he pulled the puppy's collar and trapped it on his lap. "Finish your sandwich."

"Please have a bite, Master. I used a recipe I saw on TV for this one. It's fresh meat too." Angel waited in anticipation as Ray ate it.

"It's good, puppy. You can have the rest."

Hand tracing under Angel's shirt, Ray loved how his smooth skin felt on the palm. Nipples perky, waiting to be pinched, leisurely played around with like a stress toy. It's usually on these days he is glad he found Angel for his and Xavi's personal use. Now he can't imagine a day without playing around with this little thing.

Several minutes later, Angel completed his order, kept the empty plate aside and sat waiting on Ray's lap for further instructions. Unlike him, Ray was watching the show so he couldn't interfere until he was spoken to first.

"Go tie yourself, doggy style, face the front and wait on the bed." Ray suddenly instructed and let him go.

'Okay, Master' Angel could say nothing else.

Untying the chain on his collar, he replaced it with a leash from his cupboard, for better maneuver when Ray needed. He took two leather cuffs and went over the bed to prepare himself. First the shirt, then the boxers, and in two steps he stood stark naked in his room.

Crawling to the middle of his king-sized bed, he hooked the other end of his leash on a dedicated hook behind the bed. Then sat with his knees up, assisting himself in tying his ankles with his wrists. Efficiently, he strapped his hands first, both with separate cuffs, then connected the ends of each just above his heels—tight and secure.

Usually, he does the same when ordered, just while laying on his stomach; with his ass raised high, and face sunken low, a perfect pose for a dog ready to fuck. But Ray ordered him to face the front, which meant he had other plans in mind. So Angel waited in the cold silence.

It was itching away at his nerves as the minutes stretched by; what would Ray do? Why is he not here yet? It got his cock hard and leaking, but he could do nothing to soothe it.

Head on his joined knees, Angel waited until finally, his Master walked into the room. Midnight blue sweater over a light, collared shirt, and a dark trouser below. Ray is envied; the rose necklace he always wore, his silver watch, and a matte ring on his right index finger. Girls flock to his pretty eyes, face and everything else, expecting nothing but a soft-spoken man.

"Is this how I have taught you to sit puppy?" Ray eyed the knees joined together while folding his sleeves. "Do you want to piss me off that badly?"

"S-sorry Master," Angel pulled his knees apart, displaying himself out in the open. "It was cold."

"And?" Ray took out what he needed from Angel's cupboard and got on the bed in front of Angel. Squeezed his throbbing cock tightly, pinching the head to open the tiny leaking hole, and without any warning, inserted a pencil-thin catheter inside. Though lubricated, it was met with resistance, both below and up.

"No! Please wait!" Already, his dick was being squished by Ray's large palm, when the sturdy thing suddenly pushed into his opening, grazing the insides of his pee hole, he couldn't help but jolt about to escape the sensation, defiantly interrupting Ray's hands.

"Fucking bitch." Ray slapped Angel's leg and harshly pinched the side of Angel's thigh, the tender flesh near his groin. He wasn't subtle this time, he used the middle of his thumb and the side of his index finger, tearing into Angel's flesh, as the disobedient puppy deserved.

Whimpers escaped Angel's mouth, and the dulling pain travelled down to his feet making his whole thigh melt. He opens his legs again, trying to endure the mind-numbing ache, shivering from everything but the cold. But Ray didn't let him go.

"S-orry! Please, I am sorry Master!" He begged, unable to hold the tears, both up and down below. Clasped his ankles, and spread his legs apart even more, hoping for mercy.

"Why do you keep misbehaving if you're sorry puppy? Xavi might let you off and deal with you over the weekend, but I seriously hate when you can't obey simple orders." Ray pressed even harder, testing and teasing, punishing most of all. Angel was shivering like an autumn leaf under his mercy. It was a sight worth adoring with his lips.

Angel surrendered his mouth to Ray. Moving his tongue to match his Master's pace, he tried in all his weariness to somehow please Ray. Guilty, he didn't even dare to interrupt his Master with unnecessary breathing. His Master was still generous, giving Angel seconds to catch some air before slipping his tongue over those aflame lips again.

His hand still clipping skin, the other with a firm grasp on Angle's hair, Ray tasted his pretty little puppy. Curing his own rash mind, he ate Angel's mouth fervently. His head tilted a little to the side, he sucked the tongue, roughed it up with his own, but he didn't push his mouth in too intensely. It was nice how Angel's soft lips dripping with saliva felt on his own.

Parting, he licked the drenched lips and gave them a light balancing kiss. "Don't piss me off again."

"I-I'll behave, Master .. please forgive me." Angel already has a low voice, like a breeze—until he is moved to tears and screams of course—he spoke even more politely, tears leaking down his cheeks.

With the same fingers he was pinching, Ray sparingly massaged the inflamed place. "We'll get you a little used to a bigger catheter today. I don't want to harm you, so keep your body still okay? I'll start with this one, it's pencil thin, you've already had it in you once before in punishment for the last 2 weeks."

Angel stared at the sleek and slim steel rod, curved near its end, unable to comprehend how this painful thing could be gotten 'used to' in a place not designed to accept any intrusion.

And before he could make sense of anything, a pleasing darkness covered his anxious eyes.

"Your job is to just sit back and breathe, okay puppy? I'll take charge of your body." Ray whispered near his ear, grazing his skin in cold chills.

Despite already being blinded, Angel closed his eyes, nodded, and breathed deeply. Focus shifted to his cock, runny lube was massaged at the head with the hem of a thumb. Gentle grazing up and down the shaft with a flat palm, slowly inviting Angel's hips to move with the rhythm, as his gasps started interrupting the silence.

Ray moved his hand away when Angel got too excited, and nudged the length with the back of his finger. "There there, be good. This is not for your pleasure, puppy."

The touch was excruciatingly sparing, it made Angel crave for more, yet he kept his hips still. A cold, slim rod shifted at his urethral opening, announcing its entry. Slowly, it slipped in through the tiny hole, and flowed in more smoothly this time, but the sensations weren't any less overwhelming, as the foreign thing invaded his skin.

Angel gasped, disguising his scream. The walls inside his dick were scraped in tiny strokes, scratched profusely against his naked flesh, going deeper with every graze, without even announcing its arrival. It was excruciating, like his mind was being wrung open and body dismantled.

Despite his desperate attempts, his body moved on its own and convulsed back to hide from the terrifying sensation. ".. S-sorry Master! I am trying.." He cried out, his breathing ragged, he fixed his body back to be in perfect shape for his Master to use, doing his best to not move about.

"My bad, I should have not been so generous. Bedroom is too sweet a place for you, isn't it? Settle your ass or you'll have it."

Ray didn't stop the intrusion, slowly inching the slim rod deeper into the girthy little thing, stroking with each pace. Inside, outside, leaving no place loveless. His puppy started crying again, writhing back onto the bedboard—futile attempts. The knees too, were barely a few spaces apart from closing again.

Dealing with such a novel sensation must be terribly agonizing, but as a slave, he has no choice but perform in complete obedience. Or he can only be met with the consequences.

Ray left the bed, shifted things around in the cupboard and came back. Just the familiar whizzing sound was enough to make Angel lose his soul. "No!" He wanted to say more but he could only wail, grinding his teeth together to survive the vibrations travelling down his urethra. Shocks ran through his cock for long stretched seconds, going beyond what he was meant to handle.

"I am sorry! Please! Please, please! Forgive me! I'll die!" He screamed, moaning through his breaths to escape the buzzing deep inside his cock. Body convulsing beyond his control, he almost lost his mind.

Subtly, Ray inched the vibrator away from the rod sticking halfway out his puppy's pee hole. Other hand palmed the face, caressed, calming his puppy down. "About to cum?"

Angel was quick to nod, his chest rising and falling like a fish. The still rod was pushed inside again—unhurried, without much resistance this time.

Angel had fused out of all unnecessary movement; Ray could start the vibrator again anytime and the thought had scared any wits out of him. His cock burned from deep inside as the catheter scraped his raw flesh, reaching dangerously close to a place Angel understood would make him stupid.

"Master, I can't..." He cried, all the fire in his voice was burnt out. "Please..."

Ray smirked, he had been stroking the outer shaft of the cock too, edging his puppy. But he solely focused on the inside now, grazing the walls more intensively on purpose, reaching deep, but pulling back just before it reached the far end. He had measured it out last time, how deep the G-spot was for Angel, and it was only an inch below where he was keeping a boundary. Rhythmically, he stroked the place just above his prostate, never pulling back, nor pushing in—amused profusely at Angel's begging.

Angel didn't even know what he was saying, he was losing his mind, and his cock was bleeding precum endlessly. Mouth wide open, he breathed, reaching his tongue out on occasion to invite anything that wished to be shoved in—servile by nature, nurtured by choice.

The rod reached far in but stopped right before the place where Angel knew he would feel the most pleasure; edging his nerves with no reprieve in sight—it was maddening. Angel felt like a caged animal bruised for sick amusement.

"Can I please cum, Master? Please.." Angel bit his lips, his heart hammering in anticipation, and body stiff, trying not to move his hips and thrust the rod deeper by himself. A bitch has no right to pleasure himself.

"Wait." Ray had no plans to spoil this pup. Slowly, he stroked the catheter deeper into the throbbing cock, in places Angel didn't even know existed in him. The oiled metal slid down and retreated with ease at every pulse, toughening up the tender insides of Angel's dick right at an end Angel's body wasn't designed to endure.

'Ah!' Angel whined, scrunching his toes, hugging close to his knees, and held his body from spilling over. "I'll cum! Please .. it's too much.."

"Hold it for 30 more seconds, puppy."

Moans escaped him with every breath, louder, aching. Everything deep inside his cock was melting from the stimulation, constantly grazing away at his sanity. His heart was constrained at every beat, trying to manage the body that could no longer he called his own.

Ray found it pretty. He softly paced the metal, spilling it in deep and scratched away at Angel's severed nerves, meaning with every stroke to break his spirit and watch him crumble. What Angel could handle was meaningless to Ray, he wanted absolute submission. His word over everything Angel's own body demanded.

'Agh!' Angel lost it after the minute reached its end. Body on fire and head arched back, he quivered like a fish out of water, moaning senselessly with each second he remained in ecstasy.

'Ha .. Ha .. Ha .. Ha .. Ha .. Ha .. Master .. fuck.'

The last one was voluntary, rebellious; he is not allowed to curse unless he is referring to himself. Hanging his head low, he gained his senses back through the passing moments and mourned the loss of a rod in his urethra. It felt weird without it now empty and itchy. At least one of his holes must be used, day in and day out. What else does he exist for?

He faced his Master, sycophantic almost—certainly.

"Please .. defile this filthy mouth, Master."

He cursed. He must be punished.

Tongue hanging a little far out, begging to be used; Ray's cock throbbed at the sight. He shoved two of his fingers down that greedy hole, until his puppy convulsed neck down from gagging.

"Breathe, you can handle this puppy." Of course, Angel could, he was trained, it was just unexpected—he was still blindfolded.

Ray teetered the tongue's surface, pushing his fingers deeper, and pulled his puppy with a tug.

"Turn around, I'll fuck you senseless."

Every word of his was meant and performed.