Master, Slave, Master (10)

"Sorry .. sorry. I'll clean up all my mess, Master .. please .. don't worry."

"Come here." Ray put his hand out, and despite all the pain it had brought to Angel, he still crawled over to it, and nuzzled his head to it. "You will clean all this mess?"

Angel nodded.

"Good boy. You can go pee properly after you are done. Hm?" Xavier had to admit, the way Ray maneuvered Angel made him envious of both, but he wouldn't replace anything.

And Angel loved it too, being a behaved bitch at his disposal. He lightly kissed Ray's cock. "Will you not cum, Master?"

"I was planning to let it be. Do you have any words, puppy?"

The sight of Ray's arousal made Angel feel useless at his inaction. He starred his hazel eyes at Ray and drooled over. "Please .. let me take care of it, Master .. I want to make you feel good .. please .. use me.."

"Go on then, use your mouth. You have 10 minutes." Ray didn't guide Angel this time, he leaned back on the table, his hands resting at the edge and neck relaxed back. Xavier came over to stand by him and moved Angel's head at his touch, pushing him into Ray's cock like Angel had no other purpose.

"Happy now?" Xavier asked.

"Heh." Ray turned to Xavier and kissed him lightly. "Just about."

"You're devious," Xavier spoke between intervals where their lips parted.

"And? You love it." Ray's tone flowy, like cold spring water.

The latter grew embarrassed and shut up. Ray pulled Xavier back in for a kiss, and God, was he used, Ray just about ate him up until Ray's breaths grew rugged from whatever Angel was doing to him. He paced Angel's head on his own, hand tethered in Angel's head, a high climbing through his nerves, he bit down on Xavier's lip and let everything go.

Angel gulped the last of whatever was spilled in his mouth, his head heaved over him, and body so dull it was weightless. A haze surrounded him, he wasn't human; humans aren't messed up like this. But he belonged nowhere else. With eyes cloudy, he eyed Ray's cock and spoke in a hollow tone. "Thank you..."

Xavier gave his head a good massage. "Good job, baby. Go ahead now, get to cleaning."

He pulled Ray to a side, away from all the mess, and leaned on a wall. They talked for a while, about mundane things, and the conversation flowed.

"What's your plan for this Saturday?"

"Things," Ray answered with a shrug. "What about you?"

"Rough his ass up."

"How novel." Sarcasm.

"What then?" Xavier rolled his eyes. "You're talking as if whipping him is not fun."

"Of course it's fun. Making him cry is always fun. He needs thorough lessons in behaviour correction too." Angel was about done cleaning up his mess and remained kneeling on the floor with his clothes on, a sight rather endearing. Ray traced the back of his fingers along his cheeks and wondered. "Despite being a good pup, he forgets to behave like one at times. How disappointing."

"No, Master, I-"

A harsh smack right across his cheek silenced Angel's remaining words. Ray spoke in the same cold tone, thick enough to cut through air. "Was I talking to you?"

Angel quickly shook his head; there was no opportunity for a slave to speak between its Masters. Angel was scared to a fault.

"Then why the fuck did you interrupt?" Ray calmly said as he held Angel's head and shoved 2 of his fingers down Angel's throat, weighing them over his tongue, grazing deeply at an edge where Angel's gag reflexes were the strongest. Slowly, precisely, waiting for his body to retch the contents from his stomach.

Being violated so primarily, Angel couldn't help but heave empty air from his quaking gut, threatening to topple over. He contorted terribly at every gag heaving down on his organs and stared horrified at Ray with his jaw aching at the intrusion. Tears streamed down his face and he couldn't breathe without his heart thinning to a stop.

Ray eyed him down, no semblance of care or favour, he saw only a bitch that needed to be taught its place. He didn't retract his fingers, not an inch, churning them down his tongue and calmly watched Angel wither before his eyes.

The little thing had lost all control of his body, it was just sheer terror that was keeping him in place for Ray to abuse. His guts were sitting right below his throat, threatening to spill over. Every convulsion twisted his body in ways he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy. He deftly massaged Ray's forearms, trying to plead for forgiveness while his body was wrung like a tattered piece of rag.

But Ray didn't let up, not until he had severed every nerve in Angel, and he vomited over the floor with a shaking form. Hiccups funnelled his breaths, and he cried as the remnant contortions buckled his organs to a bind.

The first words that made out of his ragged throat were meek, with all his heart poured into it. "Sorry .. sorry .. sorry .."

"It's my fault for letting things go unpunished. We'll have to start with a good whipping session. Rest plenty until then." Ray walked away after his words and left the storage room.

Xavier fixed up Angel's hair so they'd look presentable to the outside world at least and chuckled. "You better get your act together, baby, or he will end you someday. Clean up and head straight back home."

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It's funny Xavier said that, Angel thought—it wasn't like Angel was in a condition to involve with humans anyway. While his legs grew weak finally letting himself go in the toilet, he stood softly hissing at the numbing pain down his dick. And standing, it was a difficult feat with cum dripping from his ass. He couldn't clean it, nor could he do much to clear his mouth of the raunchy flavour that sat heavy on his tongue.

He welled up a few tears, throat aching to moan, yet everything had to be contained, there were too many people around at this time. Angel couldn't hear the crowd in his cloudy head, but his nerves could feel it, the anxiety of being around normal men while he was a fucked up mess. And it aroused him.

Yet he could do nothing—powerless against his own body. So he whispered in worship; oh God. Looked down at his pitiful cock and fought against the desire to touch it, since patience is the last of his virtues. Truly, Angel thought, he needs to be schooled.

Back at home, he fought through it again while cleaning himself up in a long bath. It's his body, why can't he do with it what he wants? But just the thought of saying these words out loud to Ray made his stomach tingle. Perhaps because Ray would pinch the inside of his thighs and ask almost rhetorically.

"Is it now?"

With Xavier, it would be much simpler. He won't even need to touch Angel to remind him who the owner of his body was, the most he'd do is say shut up, not like how he did today, but more calmly. And Angel won't be able to avoid the silence his lips would follow through with.

Angel drew a lengthy sigh. Perhaps this idea of having a rest day was some other devious device to torment him no? Or pray tell, how could keeping him touch starved is supposed to be in his favour, when that's the one thing he lives for?

He splashed out the bath, cleaner, more tuned in with the world beyond his body, and had a day to himself. Mundane things.

When he got back home after dinner at his parents' house, Xavier was resting in his lounge. After a heart-numbing pause in his steps, he quietly spoke with his hands away in his sweater pocket. "When did you arrive .. Master? Did you wait long? I was at my parents."

Xavier turned his head over from the TV screen, a hearty smile laid across his face. "Not long, don't worry. Did you have fun?"

Angel shrugged. "It was the usual, we talked about college and stuff."

The heavy gaze measured him up for a while longer, before turning away. "Bring me a drink."

Cold beer. Angel was fast to open a new bottle and present it to Xavier. He is the kind to enjoy it directly, or Angel would have poured it to his preference.

"Good job. Come here." Xavier made space on his lap, and pulled Angel over, before continuing to watch the show.

"Master I .." Angel grew out of breath.

"What?"

What. What? Just your presence alone makes my brain fumble, and you expect me to watch time pass by without expecting anything with this broken body of mine? Angel couldn't say that. "Please don't be mean today. I have been a good .. boy."

Xavier laughed at his meek words. "I am not even doing anything."

Yeah. That's the problem. Angel just winced, Xavier knew him inside out.

Xavier ruffled the troubled puppy. "Heh, aren't you fun? Enjoy the show baby."

Angel tried, he gave his body up in Xavier's arms and watched the damned show. Yet, he didn't register shit. Shuffled around, as lightly as possible. It might not mean anything to Xavier, but Angel had all his nerves focused on the one place Xavier's hand casually rested around his waist. The more he tried not to think about it, the more painful he grew down his dick. "Can I use the washroom?"

He didn't get a reply, nor did Xavier move his hand away, both culprits of Angel's receding sanity. Xavier was asleep, breathing with his head resting against the sofa, and Angel kissed him softly while he thought of how easily he would kneel for this man if only he beckoned.

"Had enough?" Drowsy, Xavier had an addictive voice.

No. "Sorry.."

Angel got a head massage. "Let's get to bed." After letting go of him, Xavier stretched up, with him following behind. "Get rid of your clothes."

"Yeah." Starting with the hoodie, Angel removed all layers forming a trail to his bedroom and was pushed down on the bed naked with Xavier heaving over him, locked in place.

"Good night, baby." How, really?

Strong limbs surrounded Angel, tying him down, and Xavier's clothed cock was lined up against his back. Angel breathed and remained still with only his eyes waving around, desperate to be saved from this subtle torment. But Xavier had clawed his palms over his, restricting him of all movement.

What a terrible, terrible way to be loved.

It was a wonder how easily Xavier just slept knowing what Angel felt. Cruel. Angel cried himself to sleep, both with tears and pre-cum, huddled, wishing his body stopped feeling.

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".. didn't you see the notice?" Ray was here. Sitting right beside him, with his hand almost unknowingly caressing Angel's head.

"Who cares? I am good on credit anyway. Let me sleep." Xavier shifted his arms, regripping Angel's waist for more comfort. Inevitably, his cock pushed on Angel's back, making itself apparent.

Despite the urge to hiss awake and get away from that annoying useless thing, Angel kept quiet, pretending to be asleep.

"It's 8. How much more sleep do you want?"

"Fuck off."

"At least let my puppy get up. He's growing quite uncomfortable under you." That smug tone, of course, Ray knew. He subtly fixed the wince between Angel's brows with his thumb. "Let me have him."

Xavier took a few seconds before grudgingly turning over, leaving Angel empty of all senses with the cool air unsettling his exposed body. He was quick to form a cocoon and hide himself away, with Ray watching over every visible inch of him.

"Do you purposely act so pitiful, puppy?" Ray carressed Angel's waist, following the curve of his down to the thighs with a flowing movement of his palm.

Scared, cold and terribly aroused, Angel let out a repressed moan, his body congealed, weighing over itself from inside out, as he shuffled his toes to gather heat. It made Ray chuckle. "Is it cold?"

Stop talking. Please. Angel wished mercy. But Angel wished another thing too, several others, that Ray would be terrible to him. Force him to expose his hidden parts and watch him unconcerned as he crumbles trying to beg for orgasm. Much more. Anything that reminds Angel of his place. How he is nothing but a bitch moulded for pleasure.

'Ah!' A sudden sharp pain on his thigh made him retract from his fantasies,. Ray was harsh in pinching the tough meat on his outer thigh.

"I am thinking we should get you a tattoo here. Or a branding, like people awfully do on livestock. It's terrible, isn't it? Poor things can't even plead mercy."

And I can? God. Angel didn't say a word.

"Such tactics are always better utilised on human bodies. You'll see, it burns a bit, but it leaves a pretty scar. I am still not sure on the pattern though. Perhaps a flower?" Ray kissed the place he hurt, leaving a temporary mark for now.

"Get up now. Be good." Words prompted with a fine head massage. Angel slowly sat up, legs closed and hands clasped to evade the cold and his anticipation.

What a sight, Ray thought, pitiable, and absolutely lovable. "Heh, what got you breathing like a dog so early in the morning?" Ray admired every inch of it with his lips, slowly, with the face, then down to the neck and the shoulder bones. Treasuring.

"Master..." Angel breathed out, clenching his toes with the same might that held his eyes shut, incapable of repressing moans.

"Hm?" It was purposeful, everything. The politeness of his lips, and how his hands only grazed his stomach, never above nor below, slowly making Angel lose his sanity. Isn't it fun? To see things reach their breaking point and collapse?

"Please. Don't be mean, please.."

Then drown them even deeper. "Is this the best you can do at begging? You won't get anything you don't clearly ask for, puppy."

He let Angel go, just to see how he'd perform and he didn't disappoint. Angel fell to the floor, and dearly kissed Ray's knees, embracing his place promptly. To manage his racing breaths, he took a second to calm down. But it was rather useless. "Please use me, Master. Please ... let me serve my purpose.. I won't beg for anything else.. God, please.."

"Heh, aren't you a pretty thing? You want to be used?" Angel nodded, his nerves desperate. "How then?"

Angel looked up in haste. "Anything, however you want. I am a filthy little bitch, please use me like one. Wreck me." Completely erase me with your presence.

The desperation showed beyond his words, he grovelled even lowered, prostrating to kiss Ray's feet. If a slave is to ask its Master for things, it better beg nicely, no?

But that doesn't mean it will be listened to.

Ray left Angel like he was, and walked over to the cupboard to fix his hair in the mirror. "What gives you the illusion that you aren't being used? That terrible anxiousness you feel, that formless thirst which makes you forget yourself and grovel; it's a sign that we already own every bit of you, puppy. Learn to cherish it. Silently."

He walked back and stood towering Angel. "Just like that. Descend to the place you belong and wait until one of us gives you reason to look up again. That's your purpose."

A maniacal thud consumed Angel's being, he yearned to become one with the floor. Warmth drowned his whole being, and he dared not to move. Ray found it terribly amusing. Angel's mind gave up before his being could comprehend the consequences. That's the only future Angel had, to completely surrender his humanity at their feet. He couldn't avoid it.

"It's 8 man, why are you here?" Xavier yawned awake, his heavy steps thrum against the floor, and he proceeded to do his standing business in the bathroom without bothering to close the door.

Loud and clear.

Ray plopped back down on the bed, leisurely, with his legs taking up ample space. "Some idiot told me to pick him up yesterday. Now said idiot says he'll miss class. Isn't my life fun?"

"Ugh. Fuck, sorry. I'll go, I'll go. Give me a minute." Xavier shuffled around the room to make himself presentable then went to the kitchen to fix himself some breakfast. "Come on, let's go. He doesn't have class does he?"

"Later, at 11 I think. Don't stay laying there for long, puppy. Clean the place up, and check on supplies for tommorow. Oh, I'll be having dinner here. Make something nice." Ray ruffled his puppy's hair for a praise.

"I'll be here too, baby. Bye." Xavier snatched Ray away, leaving Angel bowed in submission in his own room, reduced to a thing that had only enough purpose to serve it's Masters.