[Rezail’s POV]
I’m lounging on the soft bed when I woke up. For a moment I can’t remember how I ended up here in Zeil’s room but then everything comes back in one rush. I shudder as the powerful memories bring back the ghost of all the delicious pain I experienced last night. My nipples are still sore from the clamps and weights but just now my body doesn’t react to it.
I feel drowsy and snuggle closer the warmth beside me. Only now I realize that Zeil is sleeping next to me holding me in his arms. I turn slowly to look his face and very carefully caress the hair out off his face. He truly is a handsome man. I watch him for a while and then I lower my head to the pillow once again. No reason to wake him up after the long night.
The night comes back to me in flashes of memories as I close my eyes and I shudder a little when I remember Varen’s humiliating experience with water. He suffered some serious stomach cramps before Zeil finally let him to go to the bathroom. That was the one thing he didn’t do to me. I got to play with the doll though.
As sleep takes hold of me my mind wanders back to that delicious moment from last night.
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He comes to my mouth and I lick his cock clean from the semen. It tastes a little bit salty but not in a bad way. Zeil pulls his member out of my mouth and pets my hair. “Good pet… Let me show my appreciation to you…”
I shudder as his voice is so promising with the husky tone he still has after he just climaxed. I don’t know how he keeps himself ready to continue right away, but I have to admire the skill.
Zeil walks to the doll and to my surprise he cleans the vibrating toy penis with water soaked towel. It seems that he hates dirty toys. He doesn’t use them on himself so why to bother with cleaning? Oh, I’m glad he’s doing it but it seems very important to him…
I watch him ready the doll and then I see him coating the toy cock with some lotion.
“Come here my pet.” His voice is soft again and I know he has something wicked in his mind. That suits me fine.
When I get close enough he walks behind me pending me forward. “Spread you legs for me.”
I do as I’m told and I can feel him spreading my ass cheeks apart. His finger probes my insides for a while and then he pats my ass lightly. “Good, you didn’t harm yourself too much. Now, my pet, hop on.”
He points the doll and I just know he wants me to ride it. I can’t see how it should show me his appreciation as I can’t get anything from normal fucking but I do as I’m told. I lower myself over the doll and the toy slips in me with ease as my rectum is still stretched from the chair. And then I gasp in surprise.
My breathing turns hard as my ass stings like noting before and I remember the feeling from earlier; the same feeling I felt when he put some odd lotion on my nipples at the first time we played. My head spins a little as the feeling is so much stronger now. It really hurts so fucking much that I might come right away unless the damn rod in my cock.
He watches me for a moment and then he smirks. “Ride it, my pet. Ride it until it comes.” He turns away and walks to the other end of the room getting a chair for himself. He brings it closer and sits on it watching me while I do my best to ride the vibrating toy penis while my ass feels like it was on fire. He is getting hard. I can see his cock pulse as he hadn’t closed his pants.
I close my eyes and suddenly I feel a jolt in me. It tears a scream from my throat as it hits my prostate like electricity. Then something dawns to me… Oh my fucking god, it is electricity!! The toy just zapped me!
My eyes fly open and I see him smirking while he is slowly pumping his cock. I don’t know if I want to do this anymore as I’m not able to come even if I enjoy myself.
Maybe he noticed my movements stilling as he rises and comes to me. “Don’t stop my pet. This is just the start.” He takes the straps and fastens them around my tights. So I can’t get of the toy even if I wanted.
“Ride it.” The voice gives out the annoyance he must still be feeling and I hurry to continue my movements. After all, I don’t want him to get mad at me when I have an electrified cock in my ass.
My mind is starting to get numb as the different kinds of feelings assault me all at once. The burning in my ass from the lotion, the electricity zapping me whenever the toy touches my prostate and the vibrating inside my cock would be more than enough to make me come. I think I might start begging any minute now.
“Master…” My voice is hoarse and it is hard to breathe while speaking... “Master, please..”
He smirks and rises from his chair to take something from beside me. I can’t see clearly what it is until he sits back and takes his cock in his hand.
My eyes might seem to be ready to pop out as I watch him push the little tube inside his cock and start to pump it again. “Keep moving my pet…” His voice is dripping lust and I can’t deny anything from him.
I continue to rock my body on the doll and suddenly I feel my own orgasm closing in like a tidal wave. I scream as the toy in me gives me a jolt and I feel how my cock pulses and pushes the little rod out squirting my semen all over the doll. At the same time I can feel warm liquid filling my tunnel.
My head is spinning and vaguely I can feel him loosen the straps and easing me away from the doll but I can’t hear what he is saying. I know the night isn’t over yet but I feel like floating and then nothing at all as my consciousness leaves me.
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I woke up with a startle as I hear a moan beside me. My dream has given me a serious hard on but a whimper full of pain and fear makes me forget it instantly. I turn to look at Zeil who is still sleeping but from the signs I’m seeing he’s having a nightmare.
I’m careful this time as I know now what he is like when woken up. So I take him in my arms making sure his hands are tightly secured by my own. “Wake up, Zeil…” My voice is merely a silent whisper but it makes him struggle in my arms. I can’t but wonder what he is seeing.
He whimpers and amongst incoherent mumbling I can hear word ‘father’. It makes me think about his past once again. He has never let out any hint about it. Has his father something to do with his unhealthy obsessions?
I decide to try another way to call him. “Wake up, master, it’s me.. Rezail…” It is hard to keep his trashing body in my hold so that he could not harm me in any permanent way.
The word ‘master’ seems to be a key to sedate him once again. He moans in his sleep and makes a feeble attempt to get away from me but then he is still. I don’t dare to release my hold just yet; he might still be too gone with his nightmare.
“You can let me go now, my pet. I’m awake.” His voice is a bit hoarse and thick with some unidentified emotion.
I release him immediately and bow my head as he turns to look at me. “Forgive me master, but I couldn’t help myself.”
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[Zeil’s POV]
You don’t look me in the eyes when I turn to face you. It is relief as my eyes might have betrayed the horror I always feel when the past comes to my dreams. It is the main reason why it is so dangerous to sleep in the same room with me.
“No need to apologize, my pet.” I force my voice to be steady and pull my mask back on. I can’t let you see my insecurities.
You raise your eyes to meet mine and I see a question. I would be a fool if I had thought that you would never ask why I nearly killed you the first time you woke me up. I sigh and lay my head back on the soft pillow. “Alright my pet, what do you want to know?”
I think I’m more afraid your question than you are to ask it. I steel myself as thinking of my past always gives me migraine.
Your voice is soft as you form the question I was not expecting at all. “Can I stay with you here and not go to the others?”
It takes me a moment to sort my thoughts and then I have to laugh. You stare at me like I had grown second head and I know I have to explain this to you.
“Oh, my pet, that was one thing I didn’t expect you to ask. I almost killed you once already and this morning too would have ended badly if you had not been so inventive. Why do you want to stay here? Are you afraid of the others?”
I watch you carefully to see what you are thinking and I see you nod at my question.
“Yes, they don’t like me, master, and after last night I think they all hate me. I don’t want to be lonely anymore…” Your eyes are sad now. I can understand your pain. It is not easy to be different amongst all the normal people who don’t want a stain in their perfect white world.
I don’t say it out loud but I caress your face instead. “I think you are right my pet. They might hate you but it is not your concern as you are staying here. Although you will be alone as I don’t sleep here often.”
You nod and smile a little to me. It warms my cold heart to see that faint smile. “I’m not afraid to be alone. I hate loneliness. As long as you keep me I won’t be lonely, master.”
My heart skips a beat and I feel an odd feeling flooding in me. Are you saying that you need me, my pet? I need to get out… Now! I need air... Suddenly I feel the world tilt and I scramble out of the bed only to fall on my knees on the floor. I can’t hear or see anymore... Ah… It’s been a long time since I last had one of these panic attacks…
I might even scream but I’m not sure… Everything is so messy and the harsh sound of my breathing is making my head hurt… I hope I’m not going to do anything that would harm you seriously…
As I come to my senses I’m cradled into warm embrace holding me firmly still and a soft voice is whispering to my ear. So there goes my authority… I could cry over that loss as it means I’m not suitable to be your master anymore… But you hold me in your arms and rock our bodies in slow rhythm to sooth my mind. Why oh why did this happen?
“Master? Are you alright? Did you hurt anything?” Your voice is soft and gentle as you speak and I notice that you still call me as your master. I like the sound of those words when they come from your lips.
“Ah, I’m fine… Thank you my pet…” I stand up and turn away from you to hide my embarrassment.
“Did I say something to launch that, master?” Your voice is full of concern and I have to wonder how you do that. Your mind must be the most peculiar thing in this world…right after my own, of course…
Anybody else would have knocked me unconsciousness or killed me and escaped while I was so defenseless but you cared for my wellbeing. All this is nearly enough to start other round of panicking but I force my mind to operate.
“It’s not what you said my pet…” I turn to look at him and let a faint smile grace my face. I should do it more often if your expression is any indication. “I think I just need to get used to you properly.” I turn to walk to the bath room. “Come; let’s take a shower before breakfast.”
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[Rezail’s POV]
After the shower I return to the room and notice that the bed sheets had been changed and our breakfast had been set on the table. It smells delicious and my stomach grumbles hungrily.
Zeil collected himself while I was washing his hair but still he is somehow quieter than before. I think I might have upset him somehow. I remember his odd expression after our first session and once again I have to wonder what kind of past he has. I think his family played a big part in turning him like this…
“Why you just stand there, my pet? The food is going to get cold.” His voice is collected but still silky as he walks from the bathroom. He has only pair of boxers on him and now I can see his body better. The dim light in the bathroom wasn’t enough to show all the faint scars on his creamy white skin. His back is worst but there are lots of them all around his body. He’s been tortured in some point of his life, that’s for sure.
“Do my scars disturb you, my pet?” He is watching me but I can’t read his expression. It doesn’t matter though, as I’ll answer him anyway.
“Yes… It disturbs me that somebody has done that to you, master.”
And there he goes again. His expression goes from surprise to amusement in mere second and he gives a dry chuckle. “Such an odd soul you are, my pet.” He takes a clean shirt from the box under the bed and slips it on. “Come on... Let’s eat before it’s too cold.”
I nod to him and follow him to the table. We sit there eating in comfortable silence and then he suddenly looks at me. “Did I say something while I was incoherent?”
I try to remember but most of it was mere whimpering and incoherent mumbling. “Only few words, master… You mentioned a word father and then there was some begging… I didn’t hear clearly…”
Zeil lets out a sigh and then continues to eat. I know he is concerned about his authority over me but I don’t know how I could assure him that he still has it.
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[Zeil’s POV]
I have a busy day in the university and I dearly hope that I had stayed with you my pet. The cops are still asking about you and I fear that my taking you with me was the mistake that is going to make an end of my hobby; a mistake that will cost me more than my freedom. I leave the campus immediately after my last lecture is over and I head back at my apartment. I’ll have another migraine tonight so I’m staying here. I won’t go to my hide out. You know this as I said I wouldn’t be back tonight.
As I get home I sit on the sofa and watch television absentmindedly. The news tells the same thing every day and I switch the channel. An old western is running there. Great, no diversion for me there. I shut the TV and lay down.
My head is hurting so much that I see bright spots dancing in my field of vision. I wonder if I could survive the pain without taking the medicine. It would hurt like hell but my mind would be my own not plagued by memories. I look at the little jar of pills sitting innocently on the coffee table; I can’t hold back. I take out two tiny pills and swallow then dry.
I lay there waiting the memories that I know will come as soon as my mind relaxes. I hate them. I hate the person in them even more.
As my eyes drifts shut I see the familiar figure of the man in my nightmares. I refuse to call him father. He smiles cruelly to me and I can smell his tobacco and booze smelling breath as he comes closer. “No…” The memory takes hold of me and I’m trapped. I shouldn’t have taken the medicine…
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You hit me again as I try to stand up from the hard wooden floor. The ring in your middle finger tears a shallow wound on my cheek. I sprawl back on the floor and you come after me. I can see you are dunk as usual as your eyes are glazed and your movements are little unsteady. It doesn’t help me though.
“You damn brat! Do you know how much it costs to keep you?!” You are angry too. I shudder as the fear is clenching my heart. You have done terrible things to me when you have been angry… I shake my head as I know I can’t answer right.
“You fucking ignorant cockroach, leaching on me without shame!” You raise me from the floor by my hair and I cry from pain. I see my mom huddling in the corner of the room not daring to try and save me. She never does…
“I’m going to teach you a lesson, you little faggot.”
I clench my hands to fists and hold back the tears. I can’t fight back even if I tried. You’re so much larger than me. I tried once and the next thing I knew was the whiteness of the hospital room. I had four fractured ribs and numerous cuts… I only hope this won’t be one of those lessons..
You drag me from my hair to the other room and I tremble in fear. You are serious and I know it. The room is dimly lit and I see the chains hanging from the ceiling. I don’t struggle as you shackle me to hang there. My short feet don’t reach the floor.
Then the door opens and two men steps inside.
Oh god no! Not his… I’ll bleed the next week… I look at you with pleading eyes. “Please… Don’t do this father…. I promise I’ll pay it all back…”
You smile cruelly and nod at my words. “Yes you will, right now.” You turn to look at the two other men. “He’s all yours the next hour, two hundred bucks each.”
I close my eyes as tears are now flowing and a pitiful whimper leaves my lips. I knew it would be like this…
You smack my ass hard and take a hold from my hair. “You will do just as they say or I will punish you a big time.”
I nod as desperation is taking lead and you release my hair. “Behave as a good slut you are and earn your upkeep.” I see you leave and the two others come closer.
I close my eyes in fear and then I feel their hands on me, stripping what little I’m wearing. It makes me nauseous…
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I wake up bile already rising in my throat and I scramble from the sofa to the toilet. I nearly make it to the toilet bowl and throw up to the white tiled floor right next to it. I can’t see clearly through all the tears.
I feel myself so dirty. I know that I’m not any better than the men in my dreams as I rape my slaves too. I know what they are feeling and fearing… And to my mortification it is what I need to find my own pleasure…
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