Master, Slave, Master (9)

Beyond the dusty cold floor and movements around the hall, Angel sat edging a table leg, contemplating life in all forms he knew off with both his hands tugging a knee. Very aware of all the strange, clingy feelings rousing through his body.

Shallow of breaths, and numb of being, he gulps, making his belly tingle with a heaviness. And along his arms ran a sparkle, going down to his legs, making him shiver, yet yearn for it more, whatever this feeling was called. There wasn't a name for it.

Had he breathed at a pace different than now, he would have embarrassed himself and wet the floor again; it had taken him a while to clean it all with the limited supplies he carried. But how strange human bodies are—his own body was—that the normal act of releasing bodily fluids kept him on the verge of pleasure. He liked it immensely, being held just at the edge of tipping over, and whether he could or not was decided by his Masters.

At this thought, Angel felt his mouth empty, had it been filled with a cock, he'd have not been as restless now.

He took out his phone and time was still stuck at the minute it was several minutes ago. And he wondered, why is pain so nice, and being held captive a desired state of being? Completely bound, not to chains or such superficial organisations, but at the state of devotion, worship almost. Unable to move.

Ray was heavy-handed, he rarely raised a hand on Angel and when he did it would leave a thorough impact. The pressure still heaved on his cheek and the whole side of his face, like a reminder of his submission. It made Angel hug himself, wishing that Ray would do it again—as mercilessly, as strictly. To Angel, it was evidence that Ray loved him, and owned him completely.

Inevitably, Angel opened up his camera and looked at his broken appearance, eyes and lips red and murky at the edges, hair a dishevelled mess and gaze hollow like he had just been fucked senseless. God, only if everyone could see him like this, he, his bare cock and ass, and everything else his used body had to offer, revealing how he was a a bitchy slave for his Masters.

Hissing, Angel rubbed his face to clear off his thoughts and chuckled. "Bitchy slave." How does he even manage to say those terms unironically? Perhaps because he really means it? Well, no shame in that.

If only someone could come and use his bitchy ass this time about. Patience is a lesson he needs to learn. Xavier was clever to be harsh on him then, not in a punishing sense, well, yes but he meant it differently. Pain is mercy for someone like Angel. Xavier just wanted his bitch to be aroused enough to learn to wait, and what better way than to completely wreck a masochist like him and then leave him abandoned waiting for more?

And it was working as intended, Angel could barely keep his hands off his cock, and ass, losing all sense of shame as time passed. Imaginations of someone walking in on him like this kept him alive, and slowly, his knees spread apart, almost waiting to be looked at. He bit into his arm, and looked at the used-up vibrator from before that he had set aside, wondering if he should torture himself with it.

No, if his Masters found out that their dog couldn't hold off for an hour, how disappointing would it be?

He hugged his sweater close, with his phone in his hand so he'd know if there was a message. It arrived after another quarter of an hour.

'Did you follow all my instructions baby?'

'Yes, Master, I am still unclothed, and waiting.'

'How are you feeling?'

That's simple enough to answer.

'Cold. Everything below my waist tingles. I really need to pee, Master.'

'I'll be there in 10 minutes, we'll see about it then.'

Angel held back his tears, why must he be held captive like this? He can't even beg, merely shuffle around on the cold floor until the time crawled by, while his body went through several stages of denial against its very nature.

When the storage door was clicked open, Angel nearly spilled himself. He raised his head to the footsteps, and stood up, rubbing his toe over the other in desperate hopes that he'd manage to hold it in for just another second.

"Hey baby, have you learned some patience now?" Unlike before, Xavier dragged over a chair near the tables and claimed the space. A knee hunched over his seat, and his arm spread out resting on the table behind for comfort.

"Yes." Angel gave in to the hand casually measuring his cock for signs of being used rebelliously. Of course, none were found. And Angel grew hopeful for a second. "Master ... can I please pee now?"

"No." Xavier said it so easily, so incredibly away from all that Angel was going through. "Not yet." This was but another playful moment for him.

It numbed Angel's mind and took away the little safety he had so felt a moment ago, reducing him to tears in a matter of seconds. "Why?" All that time in the storage room he obeyed everything so why can't he be granted this one thing?

And just with a sharp raise of his dictating eyes, Xavier grew fear in Angel's heart. "Why? Is that something you are allowed to ask, baby?"

He clasps Angel's dick in his palm and seals away the tiny hole. "Just how full are you to forget your manners so easily?" Measuring on his stomach where Angel's bladder was, Xavier pressed his thumb right over it, slowly burrowing into the already full place.

"No! Please!" Angel collided with a rush of plunging sensations down his belly, sending shivers down all his limbs until he wasn't able to stand still. It felt like he would burst any second and not just with his bladder, blood rushed to every corner of his body for the few terrible seconds. And when they passed, he grated through breaths, trying to hold himself back from wetting the floor.

"I am not hearing what I want to, baby." Xavier pulsed his thumb against Angel's bladder again, simply because he could.

Angel squealed, trying to pull himself away, yet remained confined by those strict hands governing his body, and at that moment he gave up all senses of revolt. "I am sorry! Please, I am really sorry. Maste-Ah!"

"Good boy." Xavier watched as Angel's face contorted in discomfort at the slightest push, his body must be burning both literally and with anticipation to just let go, but he can't. He is not allowed yet. It was all so fun. "We'll wait till his classes are over, baby. Then Ray will make the call."

"No.." Angel knew Ray's schedule by heart and he had about an hour more of classes. Even breathing would become a problem if he had to wait that much longer, and Angel wanted to whine at the thought, but what good would revolt do? Every fibre in his body knew that Xavier won't budge and that he, his servile bitch would do what he desired. "It's too late Master, please have mercy." Weak, Angel pleaded.

Xavier all-knowingly shook his head, while looking up at Angel. "No, can't do."

This should hurt, it really should, but it did something incredible to Angel's stomach for a second. How easily Xavier rejected his pleas.

"Didn't Ray spoil you plenty this morning? We've got to balance things out, right?" Right below the lining of Angel's belly, Xavier left a trail of soft kisses, to coax rather passively.

"Speaking of which, what did he do before he called me?"

"I .. he .." God, what is life? Angel didn't even know what question he was answering, Xavier's subtle movement was messing with his senses, he was able to see stars for a moment. "What?"

Xavier raised his eyes to match Angel's and troubled his already tormented bladder from outside. "Now is not a good time to test my patience, I can do much worse if you keep going at that pace, you know."

"He .. made me drink piss." A clingy fear grew in Angel's heart, just what more can Xavier do to him?

"In the morning? Tough. You must have had no complaints though, would you? Yet when it comes to me, you can even talk back,"

Alarms rang in Angel's head, and he succumbed. "I am just a stupid bitch, Master, I spoke out of term then. Please, punish my filthy mouth for it. Anything." Just don't be disappointed in me.

Xavier pulled away from his body. "Sure. Then get down and blow me, but don't make me cum, just keep me entertained. Understood?"

Of course, he understood. Angel immediately sat down on his heels, right in front of Xavier's crotch. The pressure on his bladder only grew hefty in such a position, but that barely mattered right now. His priority had long shifted to appease his Master than care about his own needs, and right now, while his body burned on the verge of collapse, he wanted to worship that Godly thing until his jaw ached.

Carefully he freed the semi-erect cock, and admired it in his hands. Though still soft, it was girthy and taller than his palm, foreskin mildly peeled back revealing a fleshy head, the rest of the length smooth, free of skin folds.

He gathered saliva in his mouth and licked the tip with his lips, sucking in any remnant of matter, then lubricated down with big, gulping kisses. After inhaling an air of the mind-eluding scent, Angel stuffed Xavier's balls in his mouth to cool them off, while his own limbs grew weak to the pressure on his bladder. But, that didn't mean he could stop and whine about it, he could, well, and he wanted to, but that would only result in further hurt at the hand of his Master.

Hence, in this secluded room, yet right amid his college, Angel grudgingly attended to his Master's cock in hopes to please Xavier just enough that he'd forgive his disobedience, and show mercy. As time passed, the salty stickiness settled in his mouth, and Angel lost his sanity to the earthy sense; he licked, almost ate up every place he could find a trace of it until he forgot that his own body needed something.

With a handful of Angel's hair, Xavier tugged on him, not harshly, but enough for Angel to notice something he did was wrong. And Angel was a learned bitch, he drowned his mouth with his Master's cock and held it to the back of his throat with little assistance from Xavier. With tears welling up in his eyes, Angel sniffled through intervals and kept his tongue rid of much movement to create a comfortable environment for his Master's cock. All that remained was gulping, both to avoid gagging and to subtly pleasure Xavier.

Yet, the more seconds that passed, the more Angel wanted to cry out. His mouth was plugged up to the brim, and he was slowly losing consciousness to it. His body grovelled for the tiniest sense of release, all the while Xavier simply relaxed scrolling on his phone. And time was so excruciatingly passing by, that an hour seemed decades away, it could kill him.

He wanted to revolt with every fibre of his being, but perhaps not all, because he remained attached to Xavier's wild-tasting cock, and drained himself of awareness, so much, his brain couldn't process anything else. Hell, Xavier should tie him around his magnificent cock at any time he wants to relax, why must he even consider what Angel is going through?

Angel dug his mouth deeper, keeping his tongue free of movement, reaching to Xavier's recently shaved pubes, knowing full well he'd choke soon. His face grew stinging cold, or warm perhaps, it was impossible to tell. It was too much of something. It made him convulse from his neck down to his body, blinding him away from Xavier.

After a few rapid breaths, Angel wiped his mouth and started it all over again, while his own body melted away into a formless thing that only wished to be locked in a cage and endlessly fucked in all senses.

Xavier chuckled at the sight. He loves this hobby, carrying Angel's mind up and down slopes despite what Angel wants. Making him taste the true experience of being a slave, who had no control over itself.

Just like now, Angel was so painfully hard he could burst open but his hands and mouth were busy entertaining Xavier just so he could relax through the hour.

But this is a worthwhile state to be in, is it not? Being nothing but a tool for his Master to use however they wanted. Is that not just the peak of high better than any drugs? For Angel it was, and like a good bitch, he served Xavier's cock through the near 40-minute wait, until his jaw and will both burned away.

When Ray arrived, both he and Xavier used him until he was left a wrecked mess.