Master, Slave, Master (6)

Angel didn't have the strength to get off the floor and close the bathroom door Xavier left open. His senses were assaulted by the terribly raunchy stench from the mask, he couldn't help but lick the cloth, but everything had already been absorbed.

He looked at the open toilet bowl, down there, thoughts drowning in depravity. If only Xavier had forced open his throat and emptied in him instead, or better, showered his body with that warm liquid while he smoked to relax. Angel would have to deal with the consequences of that alone, but that's how it should be.

It's unfair. He had to flush the toilet, wasting all that precious gold. Had he been just a little bit more reckless, he would have licked the droplets on the seat, and kissed the very floor his Master had been standing on. Just the thought made him terribly hard, but he could only zip his pants up, hoping it died down when he went to class.

Unsurprisingly, the strong stench from the mask at his every breath kept his dick busy even during the lecture. He couldn't focus on a word; thoughts of Xavier using his strict hands to punish him clouded his mind. It would douse his body in pleasure; Xavier shows no ounce of mercy, all that matters to him is satiating his addiction.

When Angel's first lecture was over, he put his head down and opened his phone to read messages.

'When will you be free, baby?' Xavier had messaged a while ago.

He quickly replied. 'In an hour at least, should I hurry up?'

Xavier replied soon after. 'No, take your time.'

After thinking it over, Angel decided to still say it. 'Using a phone in class is not advisable, Master.'

'Did I ask? And what about you?'

'I have a break.'

'Yeah? Then, does my little bitch like his new mask?' It's terrible, the tone, and everything about this text, but it sent a tingle down Angel's stomach. He pushed himself into the mask, breathing in that sour, mind-numbing stench, it made him tear up.

Crazy.

'I like it ..'

'Then enjoy it for a while longer. I'll use you plenty later.'

God. 'Okay.'

He added after a thought. 'Thank you.'

'Good boy. Focus on your lecture for now.'

Since his Master said so, Angel paid attention to the class. And as the time ticked by, he grew all the more angsty in his nerves. Barely a day goes by where he doesn't desire to be wrecked open, it should be illegal to allow kids like him to attend college with the depraved thoughts running in their heads.

He was blessed to have been found by Ray and trained into a proper cock slave.

If depravity was not forced behind closed doors, Angel would gladly crawl naked in public, being led by his Masters with a leash. They could use him to carry their things, fix him up with vibrators, only letting his holes open to be filled up by cocks. And if he as much as moves his hand in retaliation, his ass should be whipped into submission in front of a crowd.

Angel was weeping through his cock when he reached the storage room, it was good he was wearing a baggy sweater, or his fantasies would have turned into reality.

There are no lights in the storage room, the only source is the big tinted window in a corner, shedding dusty red light into the room and right across it are tables walled by big shelves. It's their usual spot, if anyone were to enter the storage room, they would have time to manage themselves.

Dutifully, Angel wiped the slight dust off the table with his shirt. As Ray said, Xavier doesn't like messy things, he only enjoys making a mess of things. Done, he kept his bag aside and freed himself of all his clothes except the mask, a teasing cold settled on his bare skin, while he waited silently.

There were no specific orders, so Angel had nothing to prep for. He sat kneeling on the cold tiles, a fluttery sense veiling him. This floor can't be empty especially when classes are still going on. Faint shuffles from outside echo here, but it was eerily silent otherwise. Seclusion. Angel enjoys it.

Occasionally a dull whistle would sound from far away, aiding the football match on the grounds. But like every other piece of furniture in this room, Angel was not a part of the outside world. No one would even comprehend that a student was in this room, naked, cold, waiting without dropping his back, with his mouth bound unconditionally, and skin crawling with desperation.

Angel closed his eyes and forced his heart to calm down, he was too excited, if heaven existed, it must be this moment right here. The footsteps were only bound to come, and only God could invade his little heaven.

"Hey, baby." Xavier leaned back on a table and caressed the dark hair. Hazel eyes look up at him in worship. A hiss of frustration crosses Xavier, if he didn't have other plans, he would leave this bitch tied up here the whole day, and ruin his skin severely.

Almost instinctively, Angel got on a knee, ready to propose, waiting for instructions with his knee sinking into the tiles until Xavier had enough of grazing his bitch. Supporting his hands on the table, Xavier kept his foot on the upright lap and rubbed Angel's skin with the rugged soles of his jogger.

It melted something in Angel's mind.

"Take them off."

Angel undid the roughly tied laces and slid the fit shoes off. Just as he kept it aside, Xavier shifted to the other foot. Diligent as he was, Angel took that off too. He carefully held Angel's foot in both his hands and gently massaged the muscles near his toes.

"Can you tell?" Xavier wondered.

"What, Master?"

"You could tell when Ray walked over to your house, so can you tell anything now?" Xavier pressured his foot on Angel's hand, indicating what he meant.

"I could tell the same with you if it were the case, but your muscles are relaxed, Master. I don't have any oil right now, but I can still massage them. Should I?"

Xavier subtly shook his head. "Later. We'll have fun for now, but the floor is cold, baby."

Terribly routined, Angel took his shirt from his pile of things and carpeted the floor for his Master.

Xavier stood down on it and slipped his hoodie off his body in a sleek, model-like fashion. A set of soft-toned muscles contoured by the dull sun roused Angel's desires. Envy was never far when Xavier stood shirtless, if one can't become him, they would want to submit to him. It's a primal instinct; unavoidable.

"Like what you see, baby?"

"Yes.. please, ruin me..." Inane as it was, Angel meant every word with his entire being. To be ruined by a living sculpture of God, Angel for one would love to be in that state.

Xavier ruffled Angel's hair, it was fun watching those eyes greedily wander over his body. He took out the packet of camels from his pocket, and a lighter before removing his boxers. Then climbed over a clean table behind him and ordered.

"Stand up, legs apart, and hands away." Angel was instructed, and he obliged. While a celebration was raised on the college grounds, Angel stood in front of his Master with his hands bound behind his back, shamelessly exposing his eager dick.

Xavier took great offence to it, how dare a bitch be so shameless? He flicked the head with bullet precision, making Angel arch from the sudden shock.

"Calm it down, or I'll keep striking it." Xavier punctured the exposed tip again, twice in succession, not giving even a second for the pitiful cock to process the pain.

Smothered, Angel fell to his Master's knees, almost wetting himself. It was unbearable, he held his palm over the inflamed place, body rigid—terrified of the aftermath since he disobeyed direct orders.

"Learn to fucking behave, you dumb bitch!" A slap echoed in the room, it hurt Angel's heart—why does he keep disappointing his Master?

"S-sorry, Master... Please continue.." A body trained to perform; Angel stood back up with his legs at an arm's length apart, strictly binding his body to the air.

It was a worthy performance, but Xavier sat still with a raised brow, letting his annoyance be known.

"Stand still." He tugged on the hanging scrotum, kneading them like stress balls, almost as if he was waiting; when Angel's knees started folding in from the agony, he stretched them up until Angel was barely balancing on his toes. Xavier's pair of insidious eyes observed the atrocities calmly, almost detached to a witness, as if the hands mercilessly tormenting Angel were not his.

Angel shuffled on his toes, his hands closed into tight fists, soft pleads at the tip of his tongue that never made it out. Tears formed in his eyes, and he looked around in desperation, the window, and ceiling, begging anything to let him escape the abuse.

"Why are you still not dying down? Useless bitch." Xavier smacked his tough finger right into the suffocated balls, making Angel scream; his feet jolted up to his chest like the floor had turned into burning coal.

Annoyed, Xavier flicked the other side, balancing things out. It was Angel's fault for trying to back away, his balls got pulled on only harder, making the other hit all the more unbearable. It silenced him to tears.

When a gasp escaped his mouth, he could speak, whine more so. "Master." Sniffling through words. "Master, I am trying. Uhh, please don't hit me there, Haa. It hurts so much."

"Then breathe and calm your dick down, baby." Xavier soothed, rubbing his thumb over the impacted places to help Angel.

Angel breathed out loud and closed his eyes. He didn't know how to calm down, his cock was on fire, it was all beyond his control, but he couldn't disobey orders. He had to relax and let go of his body, eventually, it should help lower his boner. But as soon as he put his soles to the floor, the stretchy skin of his balls was clipped between digging sharp nails.

"Ah! No! Please!" Angel felt like the inside of his whole body was crawling with insects.

Xavier pinched tiny amounts of skin between his nails, switching around, giving attention to every part of the sensitive things. Leisurely, he kept on going until he broke into a chuckle from how his bitch was flailing and screaming. "This does not classify as hitting, baby. But since when do I need to listen to you?"

Smirking, he flicked the weeping plump head, kept a firm grip on the balls and enjoyed as Angel tried to escape the pain again, screaming his fear out.

"Good boy, see? I was just helping you."

Angel looked down, despite it not feeling so, his cock had turned somewhat flaccid.

Eyes dull and teary, he watched helplessly as Xavier stretched a silicone ring, and put it around the base of his cock, strangling it completely.

The rubbery thing dug into his skin as seconds passed, restricting blood flow in an uncomfortably intricate pattern. It made Angel grind the air for some action.

Without a moment's notice, Xavier smacked the eager thing with a fling of his palm. "Keep it low baby, you won't be coming any time soon."