Breaking a Will (18+)(Private)

[Sathenus]

Damion's eyes narrowed when the older man spoke, watching as the other's eyes drifted over the room obviously trying to figure out what exactly he wanted to use. If he was being honest he wished he could use this moment to escape, but he knew there was no getting the door open. That had been why he had not been released until the door was properly shut behind them after all. He had to give that much to Egon, he wasn't stupid and knew that he would have had made a run for it given the opportunity. When he was grabbed he struggled against him but didn't seem to make a difference as he was dragged towards a wooden table and was roughly shoved face down feeling his left wrist being secured in the appropriate cuff.

 

Instantly he tried to struggle and avoid the same thing happening to his right hand but it was useless as the other cuff soon closed around that wrist as well. A growl escaped him right before his master cruelly pulled on the collar forcing his back to bend uncomfortably in an attempt to relieve the pressure on his throat. His hands fisted as the cuffs forced them to remain where they were, he was definitely in pain in this sort of position and was uncomfortable with the pressure against this throat. He tried to glance over his shoulder to the other man as he spoke, his eyes hardening at the words. "You'd just track me with that to." he growled out only to have to pull in a sharp and shaky breath.

 

He definitely did not like the position this put him in, not just bent over at the waist leaving himself truly in a vulnerable position, but he didn't like how Egon seemed to instantly decide that he wanted this for misbehaving. No one in their right mind would want this, especially not him. The last thing Damion truly wanted was to find himself in such a position, in a position where his body could be used against his own will. Though it wasn't like this was the first time something like this happened to him, he knew it was the other's attempt to get him to behave and break him.

 

Fine. Damion would just have to show him that it wasn't that simple. Trying to pull against the collar in an attempt to pull it free of the other's grip and give himself some relief, this was definitely and uncomfortable position. Tugging rather helplessly against the cuffs he managed to shift himself just barely, "Let go." he added after some time had passed. Right now he knew he would probably prefer the dog collar, but knowing his luck Egon would still be tracking him with it solving nothing.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The more he saw the boy writhe and complain, the more he felt like pulling harder on the material. Useless to say that he had absolutely no reason to resist his urge, adding even more force to his tug. "I would not have to monitor you if you behaved. A pity that you do not know what is best for you." At this point, Damion was surely choking as the man showed no mercy, but having him pass out was also inconvenient. He let go, allowing the boy to breath once more. There was something much worse than physical pain and the young man was about to find out.

 

The master made his was towards the same creepy-looking closets, pulling out only five items: silicone-based lubrifiant, a black ring, a blindfold, a fairly parge buttplug and finally a sharp knife. He did not plan on using anything more than that for maximum effect.

 

The items were dumped on a chair pulled close without much caution, causing noise, with the blindfold remaining in the man's hands, ready to be used. "I do not want you to see what is about to happen. So instead, feel it. It will surely remain planted in your brain this time around and if you happen to forget again, you will only have to look in the mirror." His tone was amused yet dark. He was not going to tell him exactly how his punishment would go. Instead, the blindfold was slipped on with ease. "You are allowed to moan to your heart's content."

[Sathenus]

When the older man pulled harder on the choker a whimper escaped him just before his air seemed like it was cut off completely. This made him struggle more against the cuffs on his wrists as he tried to get free from the grip, it hurt to be pulled back in suck a position especially so harshly. The material was surely going to leave a mark on his neck because of this and there was nothing he could but take it. Finally it was released and instantly his body pressed itself as close to the wooden table beneath him as sit could, taking in fast shaky breaths, his body shaking slightly. It was a relief to no longer be forced into such a position but he knew that it was just the beginning.

 

Damion could hear Egon moving around the room but he was unable to watch and see what he was doing. Glancing over his shoulder the best he could when he heard the loud noise of something moving across the floor he saw that his master was once more standing behind him and was speaking. "Don't you dare." he growled realizing what it meant, he was about to be blindfolded again and there was nothing he could do to avoid it. Sure enough the fabric was brought over his eyes and tied into place, but there was something else that had caught his attention. "I'm not going to moan for you." he growled as he relaxed himself back against the table his body still quivering from pain.

 

"What do you mean if I forget all I'll have to do is look in the mirror?" he demanded knowing he was not in the position to be doing so, that didn't mean he was going to though. He was in as much trouble as he possibly could be, so he might as well just keep his bad mood and temper throughout the whole thing as well. But one thing he absolutely refused to do was moan even once for him, "Just hurry up and do whatever it is you want to do and let me up." He snapped a moment later not letting much silence pass.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Damion was getting stirred up, meaning he was getting anxious. Good. That had been Egon's aim all along afterall. The more scared he was, the more he wound end up focusing all of his sense on what was about to happen, making himself more sensitive, therefore more vulnerable. With a smile, Egon chose to quit speaking. Getting touched without expecting it, how would the male react?

 

The master reached out, running his hand over Damion's body with a chuckle, lifting his shirt up as much as possible in order to expose a portion of his back. He slowly traced the boy's spine, feeling it out with his fingers patiently. He was too skinny. The man's decision of forcing him into eating or punishing him only got stronger. With such body, he would be prone to illness, which was nothing but a headache to deal with no matter how he looked at it. But mostly likely after he was done with him, he would not think about disobeying for a while and was going to hopefully eat.

 

Egon did not bother to warn Damion as he took hold of one of his legs, pushing it further away as he unbottoned and unzipped the boy's pants with the other hand, attempting to pull them down. He did not plan on struggling to get the boy naked. Were he to try and further make things difficult for himself, the man was not going to hesistate on simply ruining the pants, using the knife to cut the fabric. A waste when it came to the pants, but only a mild inconvenience in the end. Afterall, with the clothes ordered today, just one pair was not something he was concerned with.

[Sathenus]

When there was no verbal reply Damion struggled to try to hear where he was and what he was doing, not knowing what was about to happen to him was grating on his nerves. His heart ramming painfully against his ribs as if desperately trying to escape. It was the hand running along his body before his shirt was pushed up as much as possible that made him take in a shaky breath, a moment later the fingers trailing along his spine made him shudder a breathy sound slipping out of him. He tried hard to keep it so that if any sound did escape his lips it was soft and easy to ignore, something he might be able to pass off as just a breath.

 

It was when his leg was pushed away and he felt his pants being unbuttoned and unzipped that he inwardly started to truly panic. How could he not in this type of situation? Aware of the fabric being suddenly removed after an unknown sound reached him, he could only assume that they had been cut off of his body considering not one leg had to be lifted to slip them off of him. That didn't please him anymore, for some reason the idea that he had anything sharp enough to do so just freaked him out. Turning his head to try his best to listen to what was going on he tugged once more against the cuffs on his wrists. His body was strained in this position, it was nothing short of uncomfortable.

 

That was the point though, and he was well aware of that. After all this was supposed to be a punishment so he knew Egon did not want him comfortable. He wanted this to end already, but it still hadn't truly started yet which made this feel even more like a nightmare. The wooden table pressed against the front of him was far from comfortable, in fact he could already feel a dull pain from being bent over it like he was, his arms were already sore from how he continuously tugged against his bindings. Right now all he could do was hope that soon it would be over, but he doubted it. Not if he had truly gotten under the other's skin like it appeared. If that was the case he knew he would be here for awhile.

[Guest Eornostlice]

With the most important pieces of clothing no longer hiding the boy's skin, Egon simply sat back to look at his work. Good. The other was reacting, as much as he hated it, he was still unable to keep calm. On Damion's bottom could still be seen the marks left of the first day- long hurt lines spread over the frail skin almost like a scarlet letter meant to bring shame. It was proof of the boy's behavior and at this point, the man was wondering why he had been that soft from the start. Perhaps he had miscalculated the difficulty of his plan. Truly, it would be a lie if he were to say he had predicted such unruly and illogical behavior.

 

With the remaints of pants and boxers away from his spots of interest, the master ran his hand over his ass, not wishing to cause pain just yet. What he was planning to do now was to get Damion aroused in order to slip on the cock ring. Only then would the punishment truly begin. If only the poor brat knew what was awaiting for him. Considering how much he hated his teasing last time, probably he would have already started to beg to be released with his big mouth nowhere to be found. It was the simplest and most straighforward method that the man decided on. He was going to use his body to the fullest, showing the difference in their positions, constantly denying the other's orgasm. He planned to leave hickeys all over along with one "gift" to be kept until morning. Wether or not the boy was going to be allowed to cum was up to himself.

 

His wet tongue traced the marks left behind by wipping, moving down. With both hands, the master wordlessly exposed the boy's small tight entrance. Wether or not it had been used to satisfy other masters before, he did not know. And simply did not care about such detail either way, knowing from his papers that the boy was clean. "I wonder if you would bleed if I were to just shove it inside you like this. It looks tight."

 

Of course, he was not going to go for that, but such words were sure to get a reaction from the brat so why not? Instead, his tongue was used once more, tracing the tiny opening, pushing against the muscle as if threatening to slip inside, leaving behind trails of saliva. In order to show him exactly what torture by pleasure meant, that little thing had to be stretched and prepared properly.

[Sathenus]

He absolutely hated this. He hated how exposed and vulnerable he was in this very moment, and the fact that there was nothing he could do to escape. It was the hands on his ass that made him stiffen, and before long he felt the other's tongue running along his skin making him pull in a sharp breath as he tried desperately to pull away. "Don't do that!" he snapped despite knowing that he would most likely be ignored, but he couldn't help but hate what was being done to him. Who would like anything remotely close to this? He supposed that there might be some people out there that would, but he was not even close to being one of them.

 

It was hearing him speak about wondering if he would bleed if he was to just shove it inside of him to continue and say he looked tight. Instantly that made him panic even more, "You wouldn't." He practically hissed the words, almost certain that Egon wouldn't do that to him. But he would be lying if he said that he wasn't even a little scared that he may actually do so. He just barely managed to stop a groan from escaping his lips as he felt the other's tongue tracing his entrance and pushing against the ring of muscle. It wasn't something he had never felt before, but it was normally followed by something he hated regardless of how his body reacted to it.

 

His breathing had already sped up, and he was desperately wishing this was going to end. These gentle touches for one reason or another seemed to get to him more than any harsh ones have previously. If there was one thing that Damion hated more than being treated like an animal it was being touched and teased. It came down to the fact that he didn't like anyone touching his body and getting reactions from it, but there was nothing he could do about it right now. All he could do was take it, relaxing his body in an attempt to just get things over with sooner.

 

It didn't help that his body was starting to react to the attention it was receiving making him grit his teeth. But he refused to let it show just how much it was getting to him. It took all of his restraint not to snap at him again and demand that this stopped, but he knew doing so wouldn't make a difference. If it did make a difference, it wouldn't be in his favor.

[Guest Eornostlice]

He was starting to wonder if he were a sadist. The vulnerable panicked shouts were found to be quite adorable. It was something about making the boy understand that he had no other choice than to submit that really got to him. Bringing him down a notch or two in order to understand what exactly his role was. But Egon was not cruel enough to get sidetracked nor react in any other way to those type of words other than to further stimulate the boy with his tongue.

His little hole was drenched in saliva by now, something that meant going for the next step would be alright. Even if Damion was tensing up, it would not matter in the beast. He slipped his wet tongue inside, trying to see just how much he would be able to push inside before taking it out and resuming the licking. The boy did not seem to like the teasing but his body surely did. It seemed that he was indeed reacting to his touches, the man could hear it in the way he breathed. His preference for males truly worked against him.

 

A finger found its way over to the entrance but it did not force its way in. Insead, it caressed it, feeling it up. "This place here is all plump. It looks almost hungry for more. It seems that punishment feels good to you?" Of course he was mocking and teasing the boy without stop. No matter what his mind state was, it was only natural that his body would react. Wasn't that somewhat humiliating? He sure hoped it was. "You are slowly getting hard... I can see it so well from here. Aren't you a pervert?" With an amused expression, the master blew a mouthful of air over the saliva traces.

[Sathenus]

A gasp escaped his lips before he could stop it when he felt Egon's tongue push inside of him, his body shuddered at the feeling as he tugged against his restraints once more. His body appreciating the attention far to much, he tried to fight against the feelings of pleasure he was giving him. Tried to get his mind focused on something that would make it so his body wouldn't enjoy it so much, but he couldn't focus. Every run of that wet tongue across his skin, around his entrance just made it even harder for him to think straight. A shaky breath escaped his lips when it was withdrawn and returned to licking his entrance instead. It was easier for him to bare the licking versus actually having it inside of him, his body was already anticipating what was to come and that made him sick with himself.

 

The finger that caressed his entrance made him whine softly, he knew what was going to happen and he tried to pull away but the closest he could even get to doing that was lifting a leg. Doing so only put him in a better position for his entrance to be teased and that was not something he was interested in doing to himself. The words that came from his master made him blush, "No!" he snapped denying the words. He refused to accept that this punishment felt good to him, or that it looked like it was hungry for more. In the end he knew it was though and that made him hate himself as much as Egon for bringing him to this point.

 

"I am not..." he barely managed to get out he words sounding almost like a whisper. He didn't want to believe that he was getting hard by what was happening to him but he knew it was true. Damion was aware of how his body was reacting, he was aware of the fact that he was indeed getting hard but he tried to fight it. He also didn't want to accept the fact that his body liking this would make him remotely any sort of pervert, he couldn't stop his bodies natural reaction. He wanted to argue that if this was done to any other male the same thing would happen... but it came down to the fact that he didn't know if that was true. Aware that his preference for men was really just screwing him over right now.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The man only darkly chuckled, stopping every physical contact adruptly, going further inside the room towards the sink, washing his hands and He took his sweet time, not being in a rush. The longer he took afterall, would only highen the boy's anxiety. Knowing something was about to happen but having no control over it. His entire body could be used as nothing but entertainment for his master for all he could know. That was exactly what Egon wanted to make the brat understand, one way or another.

 

With his hands clean and properly dried, the man walked back to the chair picking up the lube, smearing some over his own fingers before resuming the touches, not caring about the coldness of the solution. Without much more teasing, one finger was slipped inside, pushed all the way in one go. The muscle involuntarily twitched around his finger, rejecting the intrustion. He was kind enough to let the feeling of having something inside sink in, not moving it around just yet.

 

The master's other hand found its way to one of Damion's thighs, caressing it absentmindedly.

 

"You are all tight and hot inside. I wonder how you are going to squeeze me when I am burried inside of you to the hilt." He could not just quit dirty talking right? especially since the brat was reacting to that as well. Circling his thigh, the free hand was wrapped around the young male's reacting cock, giving it a few gentle strokes in order to make it stand to attention even further. Only when his member was fully hard would the cock ring be slipped on to the base, preventing anything from leaking out.

[Sathenus]

When the hands abruptly left him a sigh of relief escaped his lips. It gave him a chance to relax his body and regroup, he could hear the sound of water running. For so.e reason he felt his anxieties grow as his body waited for him to return and resume what he had started. The longer it took the more he squirmed in his position, his body wanted more despite the fact that his mind did not. It seemed like no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't stop his bodies reactions. Finally he heard the water turn off which made him turn his head slightly trying to see if he could hear the older man return to him.

 

It turned out that he couldn't and the cool feeling of the blue and Egon's fingers made a choked off sound escape him. The finger entering him made a small whimper ass his lips, shifting to try and pull off of it, something he knew wasn't possible. He was thankful for the fact that it wasn't moving inside of him, at least it gave his body a chance to adjust to the intrusion. Feeling the hand on his thigh he turned a darker shade of red at the words, "I-I wont..." He tried to argue but he knew it was a lie.

 

He could feel the strokes on his cock and he whined trying to make it stop as he shifted, "Don't." He complained, trying to move away once.more and tugging on the restraints. He couldn't get it to stop he knew that but he was going to at least attempt to, he could feel his cock reacting to the touch. His inability to see throwing it into a whole new light and making it harder to ignore. That didn't mean he wasn't trying to do so as he attempted to at least move his legs closer together to make it at the very least more difficult.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Or couse the boy's words meant nothing for his Master. If anything, having Damion so helpless yet still trying to somehow be in control was bringing him satisfaction. He wanted to see even more of it. He wondered how much would the boy endure until he was practically begging to be allowed to cum. Only then would he actually receive the premission to orgasm. Otherwise, the boy would be spending the night with the cock ring on, considering him as still rebelious.

 

The finger was pulled out nearly all the way only to be pushed back in, simultaneoutaly moving it around in order to search for the slave's prostate. Egon did not have experience with males, true, but he was anything other than ignorant. "Found it." He announced loudly, rubbing against the boy's sweet spot on purpose. The hand on his cock sqeezed gently, a thumb rubbing at the tip. He was properly reacting, already being hard enough for rhe man to proceed.

 

"It looks like my hands feel real good to you. You're aroused. It would be a shame if you came too fast." He kept at it a few more times before letting go of the already hard cock. The the cold black steel ring was ready. The toy was not that simple, coming with a remote. Of course it had to be a vibrating cock ring. With only one hand, the ring was slipped on, pushed down the shaft to the base.

 

It was then that a second lubed finger was silently slipped inside of his tight entrance in an attempt to loosen it up even further. Egon wondered just how many fingers he would manage to shove inside. Perhaps he would have to find out.

[Sathenus]

Gritting his teeth Damion managed not to utter a sound when the finger was pulled nearly all the way out before being shoved fully back into his body. It was when it found his prostate that a cry of pleasure escaped his lips his back arching as an involuntary reaction to the stimulation. His body shuddered as it was rubbed on purpose after hearing his master announce that he had found it. A whimper slipping past his lips as he desperately tried to fight the surges of pleasure, it was hard to do especially when all he could do was focus on the feeling of it. To make matters worse the hand on his cock was showing no mercy rubbing against the sensitive tip and forcing his body to react even more.

 

"No I'm not." Damion tried to argue when he was told that his hands felt good to him and that he was aroused. He was more than a little aware of his body's reaction but there was nothing he could do. What he wasn't expected was for the hand on his cock to disappear, that didn't mean he didn't take advantage of that moment to try to get a grip on his body. But the finger was still moving inside of him making it hard to do anything but whimper. It was a moment later he felt something being slipped around his cock, if it wasn't for the fact that he wasn't the first master of his to play with his body he would have demanded to know what it was. But he already knew, and he also realized that it was going to be a rather tough night.

 

Despite knowing that this was being done as a punishment, versus the previous one who just enjoyed the feeling of him struggling. That didn't make it any easier to bare as a second finger was added to the first making a small sound escape him as he struggled to keep any sound from slipping past his lips. His heart was ramming painfully against his chest as if trying to escape. His breaths had sped up to show that his body was definitely enjoying what was being done to him. Despite that all he could do was allow it to happen, all he could do was try to pretend that he was anywhere else and that this would be over soon.

 

That wasn't the case though and he knew it, shifting he tried once more to at the very least get into a position where it wouldn't be easy for Egon to continue his torture of his body. Considering that he wasn't really able to move with how he was restrained you can imagine that didn't go well. All he ended up doing as shifting onto the fingers inside of him making him bite his lip as he suddenly tensed. Trying to reject the intrusion while knowing that doing so may not even stop them from continuing to move inside of him and prepare him for what was really going to happen. The thought made him shudder, his mind telling him that it really wasn't that far away anymore.

[Guest Eornostlice]

With a low, soft chuckle, Egon observed the boy's pointless struggle. So far the punishment wad working well, the big sassy mouth nowhere in sign. Damion could do nothing but awkwardly deny his own body's reactions, over and over, even if he was completely consciouss of his bad lies. Once more, he chose to rub at the sensitive tip with his thumb, over and over. The fact that the cockring was capable to vibrate was to be kept secret for now, saved until the very end when the young man could no longer even force himself to control his urges which would be constany denied.

 

"What is it? You want my fingers deeper in?" the master's voice was teasing. "Moving your hips so they reach deeper so wantonly." Of course he knew that wasn't the case, but what was the harm in making Damion even more aware of his own reactions? Any possible move would get the fingers to rub inside differently, not actually stopping them in any way. Perhaps by the end of everything, the boy would willingly move his hips in order to feel him more.

 

Egon poured some more lube over his fingers, scrissoring them inside, opening the small entrance wider, fighting against the strength of the muscle. "You are getting all loose here." But not yet enough. Without a warning, a third finger was mercilessly pushed inside, forcing the boy's cute little opening to accept it all, the three digits thrusting against his prostate.

 

He squeezed the boy's cock, toying with his body as he pleased. "Do you think a fourth finger would fit in if i stretch you up properly?"

[Sathenus]

Damion bit his lip as he felt Egon continue to stroke his aching cock, it didn't improve his mood knowing that the cock ring was going to make his punishment last for quite some time. That thought alone was enough to make him whimper as he struggled to pull in a steady breath. The last thing he wanted to do was believe the older man's words when he spoke asking if he wanted his fingers deeper inside of him, to continue and say he was moving his hips to move the digits in deeper. There wasn't even any way for him to deny the words, he knew his feeble attempt to slip off of his fingers had actually pushed him further on forcing them deeper inside of him.

 

What he wasn't expecting was to feel the coolness that signaled more lube being added as the two fingers started scissoring inside of him and rubbing against his prostate. Making him gasp and squirm in pleasure just barely aware of what was said next not even caring in that moment that he was being opened up for more to enter him, only for a pained groan to escape as a third finger was added his back arching. The addition was painful and he could feel his own legs quivering, taking in a sharp breath as he tried to relax his body knowing it was going to hurt more otherwise. That was easier said than done of course.

 

"It hurts..." he managed to groan out as he felt the fingers hit his prostate, and Egon's other hand squeezing his cock. Despite the pleasure that the hit to his prostate produced he was stilling trying to overcome the stinging that had accompanied the addition of the third finger. The question of whether or not he thought a fourth finger would fit if he was stretched properly made him panic, "No!" The word left his mouth in a gasp, desperate to ensure that a fourth finger was not going to be added to the three already moving around inside of him.

 

Just the thought was torturous to him, he didn't even want to think about how much it may truly hurt whether or not he was properly prepared. At this point Damion wanted to beg for it to stop, but he knew it wouldn't and begging would only make himself look weak something he refused to do. Not this time. "Just... hurry up. Fuck me if you are going to fuck me then let me up." Damion wanted this to end as soon as possible, and though he knew demanding things weren't going to improve things for him he just hoped it would move it along. Though he would be lying if he said at this point he truly didn't want it, his body was definitely craving more than the fingers that were inside of him.

 

Even if he was not about to outright admit it, the last thing that he wanted to do was show such a weakness. Deep down it bothered him that his body was reacting this way to something that was supposed to be a punishment. But what bothered him more, was knowing that his master was doing this to him on purpose. Damion wasn't stupid, he knew Egon was aware his body would react this way and he was doing it to him on purpose, forcing his body to react in a way he knew that he didn't like.

[Guest Eornostlice]

He was only going to tease then make sure that the boy was properly stretched before fucking him silly. At least that had been the plan if Damion would have been able to hold back his tongue. The master's face further darkened, his gaze focused on the movements of own fingers. "Even in this situation you dare use that big mouth of yours to order me around? You think that will help your situation? Listen up." With one forceful thrust, the three fingers were burried in to the hilt, with the slave unable to resist in any way. Even though he had wanted to bring him pleasure, punishment was still punishment. His fingers were retracted only to be shoved right back in, without Egon's slightest intention of at least trying to hit the prostate once more.

 

"So you want my cock that badly." He mocked, his voice cold. "I will fulfill your wish." Before he wanted to properly stretch him out, but it tooked like Damiom did not deserve it. He pulled his fingers out altogether. He boy felt pain when taking three overlapping fingers- the feeling of being stretched to the max and filled entirely was going to be something else and with only that much as preparation, not enjoyable. The thickness of his own member was not going to help. Both of his hands were gone from the younger man's body, the clear sound of the zipper coming undone being heard in the room, along with the quiet sound of fabric being pushed down.

 

Egon took more of the water-based lube and smeared some onto his length, stroking his own half-hard cock to its full glory. The sight was indeed arousing and so were the boy's stiffled moans but his attitude was not particularly so. It was fine however- he would take care of that and see it so Damion moaned his head off after experiencing a bit of pain. He had plenty of time, even the entire night if needed. The tip was finally rested against the small entrance in warning, only for a moment before it pushed in. Time to adjust and genleness? The boy did not earn it. He watched his member dissapear inside the other entirely, felt the tighteness as the muscles convulsed, trying to reject the intrusion yet he did not stop unil burried inside completely. With disobedience came pain, even if the tightness was a bit too much even for himself, causing him to let out a heavy breath.

 

"Listen up Damion. This slutty hole of yours, like your entire body otherwise, belongs to me. I can do anything I wish to it and you are helpless, only able to accept it. I am going to take you today and your hole will be nothing but a means to get me off. Wether you will be screaming in pain until I get bored or feel actual pleasure is up to myself and I do not think you deserve the pleasure." He stated it all clearly, his voice low and hardly affected. "Beg. Let go of your pride and beg for me to be gentle."

[Sathenus]

A gasp escaped Damion when he felt the three fingers being buried completely inside of him making his body lurch forward from the slight pain, gritting his teeth he turned his face to push it into one of his arms. That seemed to be the only move he was really capable of doing in this type of situation with his wrists restrained in the cuffs keeping him bent over. Using the fact that he had managed to hide his face in his arm as a way to stifle the sound that escaped him when the fingers were retracted just to be shoved back into him.

 

This definitely was not what he had expected when he had spoken but it made him wish he had kept his mouth shut, what he didn't expect was to get teased about it. Hearing the other speak, he felt his stomach twist uncomfortable when he was told that he would fulfill his wish. It wasn't really a wish more of just hoping that the sooner the older man was inside of him the sooner this would all end. Remaining silent he felt the fingers being removed and allowed his body to use this chance to relax, knowing that it wouldn't be able to do so for very long.

 

Hearing the telltale signs of Egon's pants being unzipped and pushed down he tried to prepare himself mentally for what was about to come, but he knew no matter how he tried to prepare himself it would not be nearly enough. His head lifted a little when he felt the head of his master's cock at his entrance, making him more than a little aware that in a moment it would be inside of him. What he didn't expect was how big it actually seemed to be which made him wish even more he had just kept his mouth shut. A pained groan left him as it pushed into him, instantly he was in a lot of pain the stretch burned.

 

Pulling in a ragged breath he tried to get his body to relax but it was almost impossible, he felt like he had never been stretched this much before or so filled. It felt like forever before his body just seemed to give up on rejecting the intrusion and allowed his head to fall forward a whimper slipping past his lips, his mind was distracted slightly from his discomfort when he heard him start to speak. He didn't like what he was hearing of course but he knew there was nothing he could do about it, Egon was right that whether he was in pain and screamed through this or whether it was pleasure was all up to his master.

 

That made him panic a little on the inside, he didn't like knowing that he had such little control in his life but right now there was nothing he could do about it. What he wasn't expecting was to be told to beg, to let go of his pride and beg for him to be gentle. "Never." he hissed out just barely managing to get it out without letting any of his own current discomfort to be present in his voice. There was no way he was going to beg for the other man to be gentle with him, he wasn't going to beg for anything much less something like this.

[Guest Eornostlice]

"Very good." His deep voice had a sinister feel to it. It looked like Damion was not smart enough to know ehat was good for himself and not yet in enough pain and fear to give in. It was not like Egon felt like it was a lost cause. He only had to push the boy to the limit, show him what true pain and truly being used as nothing but a toy meant, make him learn fear and leave a deep mark inside his heart. He did not doubt his method's efficience, convinced he would succeed with enough patience, and he truly was in no rush to go to sleep. It would be a needlessly long night, long enough for the boy to give in.

 

Without caring about the uncomfortable tightness, the man pulled out almost entirely, a smile appearing on his lips. "Remember that you have chosen for yourself. I will still give you the opportunity to change your mind later. You will only have to beg me sweetly and I will consider it." It was not like he would stop the punishment, but if he learnt his lesson, the pain would be greatly reduced. His hand sqeezed the plump area he had whipped before, thrusting in roughly and carelessly, no longer giving him any time to adjust. He only wanted to fuck him, not caring at all wether his prostate got stimulated or not. He was simply using his body for his own pleasure.

 

If only it was just that. His heavy palm collided with the sensitive skin, delivering two swift slaps, the abused skin turning red under his sight. "If you pass out from the pain I will keep fucking you unconsciouss body until you wake up then keep going. Abandon any hope of getting out of it." His voice was heard among the sound of skin slapping skin, his cock shoved inside without a pause as an alternating pace of quick rough thrusts and slow rubbing of his insides. Egon needed to stiffle a growl. "Gh- Your hole just keeps squeezing me. Heh. Perhaps I should be using it everytime you talk back. It would get so loose it would gape."

[Sathenus]

Tucking his face once more into his arm when he felt the cock inside of him start to pull out feeling that it was almost entirely pulled out of him, he knew that it wasn't actually going to pull out of him. That didn't necessarily mean he was expecting a hand to squeeze his abused skin that had been whipped just a couple days earlier as it was roughly thrust back into him. Barely managing to stifle the cry of pain into his arm as his body shuddered beneath the older man. His body giving into the thrusts, there was absolutely no way he could fight against it his body having no choice but to take it.

 

Whining as the older man's palm connected with his sensitive skin, trying to keep any sound of pain muffled and barely audible. It didn't help that he was blindfolded and thus every thrust, every time their skin connected whether it was a hand or the other's hips it threw his nerves into overdrive. He found himself dreading this even more when he was told that even if he was to pass out it wouldn't end, that it would continue until he woke up and even then it wouldn't end. It did make him abandon any hope of getting out of his punishment, granted he had never thought about passing out to get out of it until then either, though it was quite clear that he wouldn't be getting out of it that way.

 

"No..." he whispered this time the pain coming out in his voice, he didn't want to think about his master using him every time he talked back. Every thrust made him pull against the cuffs around his wrists even though he knew they weren't going to give, he could feel the skin being rubbed raw from how much he had already been pulling against them. By the time his punishment was finished he was sure the pain he was inflicting on himself from struggling against them would be little to nothing compared to how his ass was bound to feel.

 

Despite what was happening to him he didn't regret demanding that the choker was removed, if anything he wished it would be removed even more. This punishment was definitely going to stick with him longer than anything had up until this point but it did not squash his hopes for freedom. If anything, it encouraged him to escape that much more. His body quivered as he felt the older man's cock continue to thrust into him, the pace made it hard for him to pull in a breath before it was thrusting roughly into him again or rubbing his insides enough to set his body on fire.

 

His mind was racing and each thrust just made it harder for him to focus, before he could even stop it he spoke. "Stop." the word left his lips only to be followed by a pained whine, even if his body was flushed from what little pleasure seemed to be sparked with each thrust the pain was definitely more evident. It was far more clear than the pleasure that came with it, and despite it not being the first time his body was used for someone else's pleasure it was the first time it had been used as a punishment.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Of course the poor boy would be in pain. True abuse meant to cause pain would not create much of any other feeling afterall, except perhaps for very subtle and thin waves of pleasure whenever a thrust would actually cause his cock to rub carelessly against a pleasurable spot deeep inside. As much as Damion hated it and did not want it, his body was way more honest, making him speak even if his mind was still against it. How interesting.

 

Yet how could he just listen? It still sounded like a command for all that Egon, cared, nowhere near enough to make him believe that the boy was getting to the point of giving his pride up for a bit of relief. He actually got rougher, his cock slaming home as if the boy was nothing but a blow up doll meant to be fucked. "Haa- Was that an order? Or are you begging me? Which is it?" The older man purposedly hit the boy's sweet spot once only before going back to missing it entirely.

 

"Beg for me to be gentle and this will stop hurting." Egon was patient with his reminders, but not so much with his actions. He gave Damion's ass another powerful squeeze. A shame. The young man's body was not bad. It was his personality that made him rather unappealing. He would need to change that. It would take time and plenty of punishments along with rewards but he was dead set on doing it. In his heart, he already decided to do as he threatened. The boy's every outburst would be punished though sexual torture from that point onwards.

[Sathenus]

With every thrust into his body Damion struggled to keep any sound from escaping him to allow Egon to know just how much it was hurting him, he knew his body was giving him away. Mentally he did now want this to happen and he could feel himself breaking under the punishment, physically his body was enjoying every second despite the fact that he was being so roughly thrust into. When the thrusts did manage to actually brush his prostate and send pleasure through him it felt great and he could feel even his mind giving into it, but more times than none that wasn't the case and all he could do was struggle to not give in and beg for some sense of mercy.

 

What he hadn't expected was for the thrusts to get rougher after he had managed to get that one word out, another cry of pain slipped out of him before he was even aware of it making it impossible for him to even try to stop the sound from escaping him. Whimpering he felt his eyes tear up, for once being grateful that he was blindfolded since it meant that his master wouldn't see the fact that he had tears in his eyes. It didn't make it any easier to fight the tears back but he managed to do so, for now at least stopping even a drop from escaping. "N-neither..." he whined when he had been asked if it was an order or a beg, he honestly wasn't sure which one he had meant for it to be so he decided to try to play it off as if it had been neither a beg nor an order.

 

I moan slipped from him for the first time since the first thrust when he felt it hit his prostate sending a surge of pleasure up his spine for the first time unhindered by any sense of pain. Of course he knew it had been to good to last as every thrust after that didn't come close to hitting that spot again and giving him nothing but pain once more. When he was reminded once more that he could beg if he wanted him to be gentle it just made him shaking his head not trusting his voice at this point, afraid that if he did actually open his mouth to get mouthy that he really would end up begging.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The boy was still too subborn for his own sake but how could Egon not notice that he had gotten much quieter? He was a whimpering pitiful mess at this point and he doubted his stubborness would be lasting so much longer. One more thrust meant to cause pleasure was added in to the mix, followed by slamming inside carelessly just like before. Damion's stubborness was going to cost him. Egon was not going to change his plans just because the mouthy brat felt the need to suffer, but his little idea of punishment would feel much worse than before and it was the brat that chose to make it so.

 

Another hard merciless squeeze and a slap delivered to one of his ckeeks, leaving behind a red handprint. There was no gentleness in his actions, his breath being only slightly heavier. Even in that kind of situation, he was not turned on all that much, the thrusts not providing the stimulation that he needed to lose his control. He liked moans and little reactions in his parter, that was what was always trully getting to him, making everything pleasurable. But punishment was punishment.

 

"I can go like this until tomorrow morning and let you get no sleep." He chuckled darkly, hitting the boy's prostate once more before adjusting his angle and try to get even deeper. "Do you like pain, slut? Then I will give you more of it." But of course, doing the same thing would not get the desired reaction. A hand left his ass to painfully squeeze around his still hard cock. The waves of pleasure given randomly had both the purpose of teasing and that of keeping him somewhat aroused. The cock ring would keep him from cumming but would not help much when it came to making the boy not going flaccid.

[Sathenus]

Another moan slipped from him at the thrust to his prostate only for it once more to be followed by thrusts he knew were meant to cause pain making him pull against the cuffs around his wrists. The merciless squeeze and the slap delivered to his ass made him cry out in pain, he could feel his skin stinging from the blow and knew that it had left a mark. He didn't need to be able to see to be aware of that, it did make him try to get away again not like it did him any good to struggle. Doing so was only making things worse for him and he knew it, but it was a reaction that was hard to stop. Pulling in another ragged breath he let it out in what was very clearly an unsteady breath, his lungs ached from his shallow breaths but it was hard to pull in a good breath when he was being fucked in such a way.

 

It didn't help that the wooden table he was bent over and restrained to pressed uncomfortably against his ribs making even them ache, his hips aching from being slammed against the edge of the table with each brutal thrust into his body. He wouldn't be surprised if he walked away from this with bruising in both areas, not to mention once more unable to sit down or at least not comfortably do so. When he was told that his master could go like this until tomorrow morning he openly whimpered, that was the last thing he wanted to think about. The last thing he was concerned about was his lack of sleep, he was more concerned about his ass, and was sure he would not be able to handle being fucked for that long especially not like this. Already the friction was making his entrance burn, and he knew that the pace he was being thrust into wasn't helping any, not to mention the force.

 

Damion opened his mouth to protest but it wasn't words that slipped out rather a deep moan as his prostate was hit again, what he didn't expect was what Egon said next. He didn't like being called a slut, but that wasn't what had grabbed his attention, it was being told that he would give him more pain. The way his cock was grabbed made him cry out in pain, his body tensing. As if that wasn't bad enough he could feel the older man's cock pushing deeper and deeper into him the other's new angle succeeding in doing what he knew his master had been aiming for. It made him wither beneath the other man in pain, a series of whines and whimpers slipping from his lips.

 

His body was alight with pain, eyes tearing up even more until finally tears fell though he tried desperately to hide them by tucking his face into one of his arms again. Hoping that he would be able to at least hide enough of his face that the falling tears wouldn't be noticeable. He was so close to breaking and begging for mercy, but he was trying desperately not to do so and show anymore weakness than he already had. At least he was telling himself that one moment, and the next he was begging for just that his voice was shaky, "S-stop... please stop... it hurts..." Of course he was aware of the fact that Egon knew he was hurting him, but it was like he had no control over what was even slipping out of his mouth at this point.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The man's smile got brighter, he had succeeded. As soon as the words came out of Damion's mouth, he stopped. He loosened the grip on his cock and just remained burried inside, no longer moving, only now giving the boy time to adjust. "Good boy." He praised in a lower voice, filled with warmth, his eyes travelling down to the place where they were connected, using his free hand to get a better view. The skin was all red and most likely stinging all over. So this was the extent to which Damion could endure. He set it as a mental type of limit for any future use. At this point, he doubted this punishmemt would tame him. It would only take him more time before forgetting.

 

The hand that was painfully squeezing him before only stroked him gently now, soothingly, bringing nothing but pleasure, simultanously caressing the skin of his back. "I won't hurt you anymore." Don't worry, it will feel good but you need to behave. Pain is a that misbehaving will ever bring you, understand? If you choose to defy me again, I will just go back to hurting you." He had to make it clear. True, for now Damion had earned his right at feeling pleasure but it did not have to be a permanent thing.

 

He pulled out once more, but no longer just carelessly slammed in. Gently, slowly, penetrating him so he would rub against that sweet spot over and over, his thumb rubbing the sensitive tip and running over the slit, set on making the pleasure overwhelm the dull pain that was surely still present. "Nh- Does this feel better, Damion?" There was no mockery in his voice, the words being coated in sweetness as he called his name.

[Sathenus]

A sense of relief washed over Damion when Egon stopped thrusting into him and fell still after he had begged the hand that had been harshly squeezing his cock now holding it gently. A shaky breath left his lips as he tried to relax, there were still waves of pain flooding his body, pain that was sure to stay with him as a reminder of what had just happened. For the first time since he had been enslaved he didn't mind being praised, the voice was almost soothing in a way as he fell completely limp beneath the older man. Desperately just trying to gain a total sense of relief, but it seemed almost impossible considering he was still stretched and filled by the other's cock.

 

Turning his head to the side to hear him better as his master started to speak he didn't doubt any of that, in fact, at this point he would kind of expect nothing less. What he hadn't been prepared for was for him to continue to fuck him, a gasp slipping from his lips as he pulled out just to slowly and gently push back into him this time a pleasured moan fell from him. Even though he wanted to struggle and he wanted to fight the pleasure was overriding what pain remained and felt to good to deny. He instantly hated himself for being so easy to give in, but how could he not enjoy it when the older man wasn't intently trying to hurt him anymore rather trying to give him pleasure.

 

"Y-yes..." Damion moaned as his back arched this time trying to encourage his master's cock to his that sensitive spot inside of him and make it even more pleasurable. He even enjoyed the man's hand on his cock, squirming beneath the other man but not in pain. No, Damion wasn't feeling pain anymore his body alight with pleasure instead, it was to much and he knew it. Suddenly he wished the cock ring wasn't present, he could easily feel himself getting pushed to the edge with each thrust but the cock ring prevented him from having his release which made him whimper softly.

 

Biting his lip as the pleasure inside of him grew, his body quivering slightly as a series of moans and gasps left his lips. He couldn't figure out why the cock ring hadn't been removed if he had finally given in or why he was still being fucked. He had thought that begging would have made it all come to an end, but that didn't seem to be the case at all. In fact though the pain may have mentally broken him, and would definitely remind him of how easily his master could just use his body, the pleasure was a hit to his pride.