Post by Kasatsu on Jul 30, 2008 21:23:41 GMT -5
So this came to me kind of suddenly, wrote and typed in about an hour. It's a bit dark, there's your warning. XD Feel free to ask any questions. (This was not done for points and is probably still in rough stage. Need critiques if you are up to them <3)
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He felt the lashing, the pain resulting driving a gasp from his lips. Silently, only to himself, would he ever admit that there was more to it then pain. The one who was delivering the blows knew though. He had always known this was something that his little love enjoyed.
Counting them out in his head he delivered them one by one, pausing between each to add the pleasure of anticipation. It was all in the pain as well as bliss they brought. He never waited the same time interval between, just for this purpose.
Delivering the last of the blows he threw the whip away from him. Coming over to his little love, he ran a caressing paw down the smaller man's back. Finishing the first caress he started over again, this time digging in his claws pressing them into the torn edges of his wounds.
"You know I don't like to do this, little love," he murmured. Both of them knew that those words were a lie even as they were uttered.
"I know, master," little love whispered back, his voice hissing the last part of 'master' as a sharp claw was pressed deep into one of his wounds.
Suddenly, the loving caress of his master was gone. For a moment he thought it would all be over . . . a foolish thought. He was such a foolish little love.
Looking down at his little love, he gave a grin that would have sent a shiver down the other male's heart . . . of pleasure or fear it was unknown . . . His silly, silly, little love.
"You do not think this is over yet, do you little love? No, of course not, you would not be such a fool." He murmured the last to himself.
Walking away from the chained man, his thoughts were focused on the choices of what to do next. The options were various, his foolish little love still being innocent to all of the pleasures. That would soon change.
Coming back to his little love he lay the candle down next to him. Murmuring words of no consequence he unchained the smaller male.
"Lay on your back," came the command, to which his little love easily complied. He knew what would happen to him should he not comply so. Gritting his teeth to keep from crying out, tears sprang to his eyes as his fresh wounds grated against the cruel ground.
After his little love had lain down, he pulled at the Torq bindings, pulling and leashing them in such a way that his little love was limited in his movements, but in no great pain . . . No great discomfort . . . Yet . . .
Seeing that all was set, he prepared to begin.
"We are going to play a new game, little love. Are you willing?" Though there was a look of hesitation in the smaller male's eyes he gave a nod of his head anyway.
"Good, good," he murmured to himself. Striking a match, he lit the candle. He paused for a moment just watching as it started to burn, the wax beginning to melt. He bought only the finest of candles. The wax had to be of top quality, otherwise the game wouldn't work properly.
Setting the candle into its stand, letting it melt more before he needed it, he turned to his little love and gave him a smile that was filled with many promises. "Don't worry, little love. I won't ever do anything to cause you real harm. You trust me right?" The smaller male gave another nod of his head.
With that, he began.
He ran his hands down his little love's chest, his claws only pressing just enough to be felt, not to acutally break the skin. Not yet. The white marks - which all too soon were filled with blood, turning them a light shade of pink - made his breath catch in his throat. Such prettiness, he thought to himself.
After a few more strokes to tease his little love, he started to increase the pressure till finally his claws broke skin.
"Oh my, little love, I have made your lovely flesh bleed," he murmured staring in fascination as the blood welled up in the wounds; those which were deeper began to overflow the torn borders. "Let me mend you," his tone was breathy from his excitement.
Reaching for the candle, a dark twinkle filling his eyes, he brought it over the smaller man's body. Tilting it, he allowed the melted wax to drip onto the wounds.
This was why he bought the premium candles. Cheap ones dried much too quickly.
Only after he had covered all of his little love's wounds, bringing tears and cries of pain from the smaller male's lovely mouth, did he start over again, starting with the soft caresses. Throughout the process he always made sure to bring passion into the feelings. It was only by mixing and confusing the two did one gain any real passion at all.
. . .
During the time that it took for little love to recover from the wounds inflicted lovingly on him that night, his master had taught him many other ways of pleasure. All that one could do to bring the body pleasure amazed him.
His master was a talented man. He definately had captured the heart and soul of his little one.
. . .
His love had left him. Why? He stared down blankly at the body before him. He did not recognize the man. Nay, he had never seen this body that lay exposed to him. Who was this man whose wounds still flowed freely, staining the ground red?
Why had his little love left him? Why did he always have to leave? Did his little love not know that he loved him so much? Surely he knew all of it was true. He had told him so this time. Why then would he deliver such a cruel pain to his heart in such a way? It was not fair!
Wrapping his arms around himself he rocked back and forth. Little love had left him alone with such a cruel world at his door. As his heart broke again he collapsed upon himself, weeping his tears.
. . .
Running a finger down the smaller male's cheek, he could not help but admire just how soft his little love's skin was. Much softer then he remembered it being.
"You are very pretty, little love, has anyone told you that before?" The words came as a whispered caress near the man's ear.
Suppressing a shiver of delight, he merely shook his head at the stranger's words.
"You shine like no other. Come, love me." The smaller man was pulled into the stranger's arms. "This is where you belong. Please, never leave me again."
. . . . .
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Um . . . so let me know if you guys liked him, or want to know more about him, or anything . . . Still not sure where to go with him though he has already given a /lot/ of information about himself. So yeah, tell me wot you think pretty please!
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He felt the lashing, the pain resulting driving a gasp from his lips. Silently, only to himself, would he ever admit that there was more to it then pain. The one who was delivering the blows knew though. He had always known this was something that his little love enjoyed.
Counting them out in his head he delivered them one by one, pausing between each to add the pleasure of anticipation. It was all in the pain as well as bliss they brought. He never waited the same time interval between, just for this purpose.
Delivering the last of the blows he threw the whip away from him. Coming over to his little love, he ran a caressing paw down the smaller man's back. Finishing the first caress he started over again, this time digging in his claws pressing them into the torn edges of his wounds.
"You know I don't like to do this, little love," he murmured. Both of them knew that those words were a lie even as they were uttered.
"I know, master," little love whispered back, his voice hissing the last part of 'master' as a sharp claw was pressed deep into one of his wounds.
Suddenly, the loving caress of his master was gone. For a moment he thought it would all be over . . . a foolish thought. He was such a foolish little love.
Looking down at his little love, he gave a grin that would have sent a shiver down the other male's heart . . . of pleasure or fear it was unknown . . . His silly, silly, little love.
"You do not think this is over yet, do you little love? No, of course not, you would not be such a fool." He murmured the last to himself.
Walking away from the chained man, his thoughts were focused on the choices of what to do next. The options were various, his foolish little love still being innocent to all of the pleasures. That would soon change.
Coming back to his little love he lay the candle down next to him. Murmuring words of no consequence he unchained the smaller male.
"Lay on your back," came the command, to which his little love easily complied. He knew what would happen to him should he not comply so. Gritting his teeth to keep from crying out, tears sprang to his eyes as his fresh wounds grated against the cruel ground.
After his little love had lain down, he pulled at the Torq bindings, pulling and leashing them in such a way that his little love was limited in his movements, but in no great pain . . . No great discomfort . . . Yet . . .
Seeing that all was set, he prepared to begin.
"We are going to play a new game, little love. Are you willing?" Though there was a look of hesitation in the smaller male's eyes he gave a nod of his head anyway.
"Good, good," he murmured to himself. Striking a match, he lit the candle. He paused for a moment just watching as it started to burn, the wax beginning to melt. He bought only the finest of candles. The wax had to be of top quality, otherwise the game wouldn't work properly.
Setting the candle into its stand, letting it melt more before he needed it, he turned to his little love and gave him a smile that was filled with many promises. "Don't worry, little love. I won't ever do anything to cause you real harm. You trust me right?" The smaller male gave another nod of his head.
With that, he began.
He ran his hands down his little love's chest, his claws only pressing just enough to be felt, not to acutally break the skin. Not yet. The white marks - which all too soon were filled with blood, turning them a light shade of pink - made his breath catch in his throat. Such prettiness, he thought to himself.
After a few more strokes to tease his little love, he started to increase the pressure till finally his claws broke skin.
"Oh my, little love, I have made your lovely flesh bleed," he murmured staring in fascination as the blood welled up in the wounds; those which were deeper began to overflow the torn borders. "Let me mend you," his tone was breathy from his excitement.
Reaching for the candle, a dark twinkle filling his eyes, he brought it over the smaller man's body. Tilting it, he allowed the melted wax to drip onto the wounds.
This was why he bought the premium candles. Cheap ones dried much too quickly.
Only after he had covered all of his little love's wounds, bringing tears and cries of pain from the smaller male's lovely mouth, did he start over again, starting with the soft caresses. Throughout the process he always made sure to bring passion into the feelings. It was only by mixing and confusing the two did one gain any real passion at all.
. . .
During the time that it took for little love to recover from the wounds inflicted lovingly on him that night, his master had taught him many other ways of pleasure. All that one could do to bring the body pleasure amazed him.
His master was a talented man. He definately had captured the heart and soul of his little one.
. . .
His love had left him. Why? He stared down blankly at the body before him. He did not recognize the man. Nay, he had never seen this body that lay exposed to him. Who was this man whose wounds still flowed freely, staining the ground red?
Why had his little love left him? Why did he always have to leave? Did his little love not know that he loved him so much? Surely he knew all of it was true. He had told him so this time. Why then would he deliver such a cruel pain to his heart in such a way? It was not fair!
Wrapping his arms around himself he rocked back and forth. Little love had left him alone with such a cruel world at his door. As his heart broke again he collapsed upon himself, weeping his tears.
. . .
Running a finger down the smaller male's cheek, he could not help but admire just how soft his little love's skin was. Much softer then he remembered it being.
"You are very pretty, little love, has anyone told you that before?" The words came as a whispered caress near the man's ear.
Suppressing a shiver of delight, he merely shook his head at the stranger's words.
"You shine like no other. Come, love me." The smaller man was pulled into the stranger's arms. "This is where you belong. Please, never leave me again."
. . . . .
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Um . . . so let me know if you guys liked him, or want to know more about him, or anything . . . Still not sure where to go with him though he has already given a /lot/ of information about himself. So yeah, tell me wot you think pretty please!
