Breaking a Will (18+)(Private)

[Guest Eornostlice]

Egon's eyes narrowed in satisfaction, his smile getting wider. He found himself thinking that Damion's little reaction was adorable and did not hesistate to give to boy what he wanted, properly hitting his prostate. He loved the little moans that he made, each one of them sending shivers down his back. His thrusts were much slower than before, but the change of attitude made it feel several times better in comparison. Slowly the pleasure was building inside of him.

 

Yet he did not forget all of this was punishment. All that pain seemed to have broken the boy, so he felt the need to explain. "As promised, this is still your punishment and you cannot escape it but the pleasure is something you have earned. Every bad thing that you do eill be punished and every good thing will have a reward. Theh do not cancel each other out." He hoped those words would remain inside the young man's head. It would save plenty of trouble in the future.

 

The master let out a half a moan- his cock being sqeezed by the boy's insides, his eyes traveling down to admire the exposed skin, covered in all sort of old and new scars. He did not mind the mark. "Your body is really erotic." It came out as a sweet whisper, the older man speaking his thoughts out loud without restraint. "The way you squeeze around me feels real good. So I will make you feel even better." He needed the boy to be completely aware of everything thay was happening as he picked up the pace only to brush the same sweet spot more frequently. His angle was making it so his own cock did not go in too deep, only deep enough to make the other feel good.

 

He would probably not last long. So it was the perfect time for using the little remote from the cockring, turning it up slowly to the highest setting. He could feel the vibrations with his hand as he continued to touch his front. That was the most effective way of punishment. "Tell me. What do you want, Damion? This feels good right? What is it that you need?"

[Sathenus]

Panting Damion allowed his body to enjoy the pleasure that was being give to him, after feeling so much pain he felt like there was no reason to deny this. His body after all was reacting regardless of whether or not he wanted it to, but even his mind rationed that it just felt so good. Listening as he heard Egon speak telling him that he could not escape his punishment but that he had earned the pleasure, only to go on and say for every bad thing he did he would be punished, and for every good rewarded. It didn't surprise him to be told that they would not cancel each other out, he didn't expect them to and this seemed to be proving that. It was easy for him to understand that this was still his punishment but he had earned the pleasure instead of the pain, that was fine with him he was going to enjoy the pleasure despite the fact that it was still a punishment.

 

A pleasured gasp slipped from his lips, not even caring that he was told his body was really erotic even if he would have been trying to fight it had he been told that earlier. Moaning when as he heard Egon say that the way he was squeezing the other man felt real good and that he you make him feel even better, when the pace increased the surges of pleasure up his body sent his nerves into overdrive and made him wither beneath the older man in pleasure. Tugging helplessly against the cuffs around his wrists as he desperately tried to get some relief from the pleasure while also never wanting it to end.

 

So conflicted in his feelings he wasn't even aware of what was happening to him until he felt the vibrations through his cock, a whimper slipped from his lips as his body shuddered. He had been so close to the edge the vibrations had been enough to make him tip over the edge only for the cock ring to deny him his orgasm making him whimper once more. It turned him into a whimpering moaning mess, his inability to cum made his nerves go into overdrive after wave after wave of pleasure continuously surged through his body with no way of being let out. Quivering he helpless just took it when he heard the question asking him what he wanted, if it felt good and what he needed.

 

He wanted so desperately to cum but he didn't want to beg for it, and damn did it feel good but it felt like torture as well... and what he needed... what he needed was release. That didn't mean he wanted to beg, but he couldn't speak so he just shook his head, he couldn't get even a word out. His mind struggled to put together any coherent thoughts, it felt like all it was capable of doing was pulling in sharp shallow breaths and reacting to the pleasure flooding his system. Pleasure that was overtaking him while his release was so cruelly denied.

[Guest Eornostlice]

This sort of sight- if only the little brat was like this at all times, he swore that he would be absolutely content with the younger man. Someone obedient and able to moan and whimper that cutely despite being a man. He was defimitely not faking any of it- Egon could tell from his reactions whenever he stroked his sensitive cock as if the vibrations were not maddening enough and the reactions he received when he rubbed him inside just right.

 

The master licked his lips, his breathing rather uneven and heavy. Inside it was still slippery and hot, tight around him, accepting the intrusion without hesistation and deliciously squeezing as he thrust in, further opening up. He wondered if the boy would remember his shape. He truly was enjoying it more than he should have- but again, was that not the point of punishment? Having his body used without consent yet getting to feel as if he was tortured with pleasure. Of course, there was a bit more to the punishment, and it would last all the way until morning.

 

He felt himself getting closer to the edge and kept a stable pace, not wishing to ruin the sensation. Plus he was not satisfied. "You need to tell me, Damion. Tell me what you need and I will allow it. Put it into words." He squeezed his overly sensitive cock gently, wanting to completely drive him crazy. A pity that he did not think of using the sound again- surely the feeling of metal moving inside of even his cock, getting his every hole fucked was to bring new types of sensations for his slave. It was not all a waste tho, there might be a next time. His free arm stretched forward and he leaned over to caress the boy's cheek with feather-soft touches. Wether he was treated roughly or as something precious was clearly up to Damion alone.

[Sathenus]

Damion felt like he was going to pass out at this rate, the pleasure was to much for him to take. Each thrust lit his nerves on fire, the vibrations from the cock ring made him wither, and the agonizing strokes to his sensitive cock just made him whimper. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take, it seemed like his body never should have been able to handle it for this long as it was. Feeling the other man's hand on his cock again made his body shudder as he tried desperately to escape the touch only to miserably fail like all other attempts. He had a feeling that he knew exactly what Egon was waiting for, and the words were on the tip of his tongue ready to slip from his lips.

 

He could hear his master's heavier breathing and knew that it meant that the older man had to be close to his own release, which really just made him want his own as well. It was torturous having to deal with so much pleasure coursing through his body and being unable to cum, the gentle stroke to his cheek made him try to hide his face. For once reason or another the gentle touch made him even more embarrassed for ending up like this, moaning and enjoying the feeling of someone so deep inside of him. It pained him to think that he actually liked this, even though it was meant as a punishment and at first it had hurt like one, but now... now it felt even worse. In a way he felt like he could feel his pride shattering with each thrust into his body, feeling how willingly it opened up to allow each movement which only made him feel an even deeper sense of shame.

 

Taking in a rather shaky breath the words slipped from his lips before he even had a chance to stop them, "I need to cum... please..." he could hear it in is own voice, the desperation. It made his stomach churn, but there was nothing more he could do about it. He needed relief and he needed it now, his legs felt weak, as did the rest of his body, and each thrust mixed with the vibrations made him feel like he would fall at any moment. He knew was it not for the fact that he was restrained in such a position his legs would have given out on him long ago, it was basically the wooden table he was bent over that kept him up and in position to be used this way.

 

Part of him wasn't even sure if or when he was released that his legs would even be able to support him, not right away anyways. Turning his head slightly in order to try to get a better sense of what may be happening, he hoped that his words had been enough. It pained him to beg for anything that he wanted or needed, but it hurt him even more to beg for something like this.

[Guest Eornostlice]

He finally snapped huh? It looked like Damion was rather helpless when it came to the constant maddening pleasure he was receiving. Absolutely adorable, his begging voice. It made Egon shudder- he was seriously turned on by that cute display that the boy was putting on, despite is being unwillingly. "Ngh-Well said. You've done a good job. You will be rewarded." His voice sounded hoarser than usual- he was holding back his own release. Just like each and every time, whenever the boy finally wielded, the master never let him wait for too long.

 

The cock ring was stopped and finally slipped off, no longer preventing him from having his release, stroking the boy while hitting his prostate over and over again. His own climax could not be starved off much longer. Egon's body suddered, his breath stuck in his throat. "Fuck." He swore in a whisper, finally no longer able to resist the urge, choosing to go deeper rather than pulling out, his head rolling back in pleasure as he came, filling Damion up with his seed carelessly as if feeding a hungry type of hole.

 

It felt good. Way better than expected. Perhaps it was the pent up frustration and lack of sex in the past month but it definitely felt good. He needed to use one hand for support, being completely breathless as he pulled out, admiring his work.

 

He had been right. The boy truly had an erotic body. A shame that his personality did not yet match his taste.

[Sathenus]

Damion wasn't pleased with being praised and told he had done well, he didn't even want or need to be praised he just wanted relief. The older man's continuous thrusts were just driving him crazy, but a pleased sound left his lips when the cock ring was turned off and removed. The strokes that followed almost sent him over the edge, each hit to his prostate making it almost impossible for him to form a coherent thought. He came with a moan body tensing for only a moment before his muscles relaxed, his insides were contracted and squeezing around the cock still buried deep inside of him.

 

What he wasn't expecting was for Egon to push deeper into him before releasing, making him moan feeling even fuller. He could t fight it even if he had wanted to, his body shuddered as his.master pulled out of him, laying limply over the wooden table he was restrained to. Whimpering softly he just stayed limp waiting to be released and hoping that he would be, Damion didn't see any reason why he wouldn't be released at this point. He didn't speak though, didn't voice his want to be released afraid that it might come out demanding and end up in this not being over after all.

 

Taking this as a chance to calm his breathing he tried to get the strength back into his body, he had never felt this weak after being used before but he had a feeling part of it came with not eating. Knowing that in the end he brought this on himself he knew this punishment was going to stick with him for awhile, how could it not? Shifting he tugged against the restraints around his wrists and turned his head to try to hear what the other man was doing. Being blindfolded still made him nervous, it made him feel like his punishment wasn't over and that made him shift uncomfortably.

[Guest Eornostlice]

He did cum, but it was not yet over. A punishment would not be punishment if all that Damion rememebered after it would have been pleasure. A smile appeared on his lips as he regained his breath. His first move was to clean himself up and pull his underwear and pants back up, getting plenty of tissue to similarly clean the mess that the boy had made, both out of himself and the floor. It was a temporary solution, meaning he would need to properly wash things later. This room was not one im which any of the girls were allowed so he did not worry about "proof" being found.

 

It was only then that he finally grabbed the last item he had taken out for punishment purposes: a fairly small rubber buttplug. Exposing the little abused hole with one hand, his smile broke into a grin. It was still tight looking but definitely more relaxed than before, sign of the muscles having been forced open. Adorable. What came next was pushing the small toy inside without a second thought- his seed, except for a bit which had slipped out due to the stretching, dripping- properly sealed inside. "You will keep this in until I wake up in the morning. Only then will your punishment be over. If you have a complaint, we will just resume what we just ended." Soft and serious, thay was the tone in which he spoke, checking one more time that the little plug was in place.

 

It was only then that he removed the boy's blindfold, staring into his eyes. The piece of fabric was a bit damp- so he had cried? Well not that is was much of a surprise. Egon had made sure that is hurt badly afterall. The man wiped the boy's cheeks with his hands, making sure there were no tear stains anywhere, his eyes staring right thorough the smaller body.

 

"If you listen now, I will free your hands and bring you to bed. Be good alright?"

[Sathenus]

Feeling as his ass was spread open by one of Egon's hands a shiver raked down Damion's spine, he hated being this exposed and at the other man's mercy. Despite that he kept his body relaxed and didn't fight against it, though he did feel something being pressed against his hole before it seemed to pop in making him gasp, his legs quivering slightly. He took in a sharp breath as he shifted uncomfortably, he didn't like that something else had been shoved inside of him. Clearly there was nothing he could do about it, and as his blindfold was removed he tried to avoid his master's gaze. He didn't want his still tear filled eyes to meet those of the older man, not wanting to hear whatever he might have to say about the tears that had still yet to fall.

 

What he wasn't expecting was for Egon to wipe the tears away with his hands and make it so there were no tear stains on his face, he couldn't for the life of him understand why the older man would do so. His eyes did move up to his master -though he still avoided eye contact- when he heard him speak. A frown crossed his face at the words, telling him only if he was going to listen would his hands be freed and he would be brought to bed, just to be asked to be good. Not happy that he was going to have to keep the butt plug in until the other man woke up in the morning he sighed before nodded, "I'll behave." he whispered as his eyes moved back to the floor.

 

Damion still couldn't figure out why the butt plug was necessary, though his body had very much enjoyed the pleasure near the end of his punishment mentally he had been fighting it. In the end he didn't know anyone who would have reacted positively both in mind and body during something like that, and the punishment had been loud and clear. Probably more so than anything else his master could have done to try to teach him to behave. It wouldn't be easy for him to bounce back from it, in fact he knew he was going to be hesitant around the older man for awhile now.

 

That brought back the problem of him not eating, and the threat that still hung in the air. After what had just happened he no longer doubted the man's honesty to having other men use him if he didn't start eating. He also felt weaker than ever before after his body was used in such a way, something he was sure was because of the lack of food he had eaten. Despite that he knew it was going to be hard to break the habit he had gotten himself into, and even though only half of a course was required it would not be easy for him to take after so long. Knowing that was going to be a struggle for him to deal with in the morning, right now he just wanted to be released. Every time he shifted the plug inside of him rubbed against his insides making him even more uncomfortable, and just as aware of the fact that it was keeping Egon's seed inside of him. Something he couldn't quite understand, he just couldn't see why his master would want to do so.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The man held a gentle smile on his lips, satisfied with the reply. The metalic handcuffs were opened, freeing the boy's wrists. All that rubbing against metal must have hurt as well and probably more than he had guessed it would. But again, it was something that the boy had done to himself.

 

Egon was quite sure at this point, Damion would be hardly able stand up, much less walk, his ass needing to bear with the aftermath of his punishment. He had done it on purpose. Even the semen stuck inside had a clear goal: it was a reminder. He had a master and belonged to him. He was at his master's mercy, not the other way around, and trying to defy him would only result in having his body reminded of that. Pleasure, pain, an easy life, the life of a slut- all those things were to be decided by Egon, the boy's opinion not being something that mattered.

 

Strong arms pulled the boy up into a comfortable hold, just like a bride on her wedding day. A soft gentle kiss was placed on the boy's forehead. "Well done. Don't worry, I am taking you to bed as I promised." It looked like Damion no longer dared to bring up the issue of the collar. If only he knew that he would be taking it off as soon as he saw actual improvements (that lasted) in his behavior, would he be acting differently? Faking was fairly easy so the older man did not intend to let him know.

 

Opening the door with one hand and heading straight for the ridiculoisly large bedroom that belonged to them both, Egon took the smaller body to bed, pulling the soft warm blanket up for warmth. "Do your wrists hurt?"

[Sathenus]

Relief came when his wrists were released from the metal cuffs, his wrists had been rubbed raw from his struggles to the point where they stung regardless of if he was bending them or not. That wasn't pleasing as he pulled his hands up to his chest just as he felt himself being picked up in a bridal style by his master. Looking up at the older man as he spoke he was stunned by the kiss to his forehead, in a way he wanted to run but he knew his legs would not support him. Something that he was sure even Egon was aware of and that was why he was being carried from the room and to bed, he kept his eyes averted as he was carried from the room.

 

His wrists were still held to his chest, one hand fisted, while the other gingerly cradled the wrist. Even that hurt, but he knew that they were going to be sore for awhile, he wouldn't even be surprised if he had marked himself because of the struggling. As he was laid in bed and he felt the other man resting in bed beside him he stared at the wall fighting back more tears. What he wasn't expecting was to be asked if his wrists hurt, blinking he fought the tears back as he glanced over his shoulder to Ego, "Yes." he replied his voice a bit shaky.

 

It wasn't like he expected Egon to do something about his pain, he had brought it upon himself, he was aware of that, and he was prepared to suffer with the pain he had caused himself. It seemed only fair after all, turning back to the wall before him he spared his raw skin one last glance, his wrists had been rubbed raw in a few places that some dried blood was visible, but mainly it was just pink and sensitive. Eyes drifting shut he tried to ignore the fact that he was still stretched around the butt plug, that his wrists were sore and painful, and that he would have to behave himself and keep the butt plug in all night.

 

Part of him wondered what would happen if he was to remove the plug in the middle of the night, another part was afraid to find out. After tonight he just wanted to make it through tomorrow and maybe even the next few days without trouble, his mind going to the fact that apparently the next day guests were expected. That didn't improve his mood, but he figured he could always hide out somewhere, it wasn't like he was really needed considering his role was for company. Sure that his master would not need his company if he had guests, which hopefully meant he could avoid the other man's attention tomorrow at all costs.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The man no longer spoke. He did catch a glimpse of the boy's wrists as he carried him back, and he had to admit they did not look good at all. Raw and probably stinging. His guess did get confirmed in a soft voice as he received the answer. Damion looked like he was about to cry and the man was not sure wether it was out of pain or because of about everything that his body just went though due to his own way of speaking. But again, that was not quite as important.

 

His eyes remained fixed on the smaller body as the other shut his eyes, as if trying to block out the reality altogether. Ah. Such a handful. The older man got himself up and opened one of the nightstand's drawers, which was packed with all sorts of medicine, rummaging through as if looking for a particular something. He was strict, and cruel when needed but definitely not heartless. Hurting the boy's wrists had never been part of his idea of punishment and he did not need to add such thing. What he had endured already was more than enough. He picked out a small tube of triple antibiotic oinment.

 

"Don't go to sleep just yet." Surprisingly, it was not an order, no hint of dominance present in the master's voice as he climbed back up on the bed. "Give me your hands one at a time." Surely the medicinal cream would soothe the pain, being supposed to both moisturize the skin and bring a cool feeling to the affected portion. Seeing Damion cry in pain as he laid down was definitely not on his to-do lists either. Even the pain he had brought the boy when he meant to was not supposed to be agonizing, leaving behind only a dull ache.

[Sathenus]

Feeling the bed move Damion didn't look back at his master or even open his eyes instead he just continued to try to go to sleep, even as he heard the older man rummaging around in a drawer. He didn't want to know, or really cared what the other was up to, figuring at this point it couldn't possibly have anything to do with anymore. That was proven to be wrong when he felt the bed dip again and heard Egon tell him not to go to sleep just yet, his eyes slowly slipped open as he turned slightly to face the older man wondering what he could possibly want from him now. It was then that he noticed the tube in the other's hand, and when he was told to give him his hands one at a time he was hesitant to do so, even though he knew that there was no intent to hurt him any further.

 

He was able to tell by the way Egon spoke, and the way he looked at him that it wasn't to cause him anymore pain, but he wasn't expecting the kindness to begin with and didn't know what to make of it. Only hesitating for a moment he offered his right hand to his master, he knew when it came to the condition of his wrists it was his own fault. It had been his own struggles and attempts for freedom that had rubbed them raw, and he had continued to struggle and fight against the cuffs even when it had become painful rather than just submitting. For this, he didn't blame the other man, and knew that it was his own fault, so he had not expected Egon to treat the damage he had caused to himself.

 

It did make him like the older man, or at least dislike him less. Which was in itself an improvement considering he wasn't a big fan of any one of his owners. He still wasn't a fan of Egon, but he was slowly learning his place and how things were going to continue to be if he didn't change his own attitude. Even if it wasn't an appealing thought he knew the only way he was going to get anywhere, the only way his life here was going to be remotely good was to behave himself. That realization made something shatter within him, and instantly he felt his mind rejecting such information, it was not going to be easy for him to accept his role or to behave himself.

 

Even if he truly tried, Damion had a feeling it would be almost impossible for him to be a good slave. Maybe a somewhat decent one, but not a good one. Of course he didn't voice any of that, but just let the thoughts run through his mind, but his mind couldn't stop from going back to his punishment as well. If he overlooked the pain that had been caused and just thought about the pleasure he couldn't help but blush, it wasn't like he was used to receiving such things from his masters. Even previous men or women to own him cared little for his own comfort, especially in such a situation and never aimed to bring him anything. He was after all just property, but something in the way that the man before him did so made his heart race, even if he truly did not want to admit so.

 

Pulling himself from his thoughts his eyes met those of his master for the first time since the blindfold had been removed minutes earlier. As he laid there he figured he might be able to fall into his place here, he just wished that he understood more of what that really entailed. After all he was not much in the way of company, even when he was behaving, surely that couldn't be what Egon truly wanted him for.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Damion looked rather reluctant to agree. What was that? Displaying weakness? Of course that was not something he would use against the boy either but did help Egon get a better glimpse of what the other was feeling. Perhaps fear. Well not that he could be blamed- his body had been used against his wil and he did have to experience pain when punished, not mentioning the afterwards pleasure which was similarly forced upon his body, even if he seemed to be into it halfways through. Egon did not see it as some sort of sign that he enjoyed it. It had been a natural reaction of his body and just that. He stopped thinking, not wishing to read too much into it.

 

The master squeezed some of the oinment onto his finger, and delicately proceeded to smear it into the damaged skin. "This probably stings a lot but try to bear with it. After I manage to apply it, it should stop hurting and you can sleep." With only two fingers, the man was doing his best to spread it all around on the affected zone, not insisting just for the sake of working it into the skin. He also did not try to save on the amount of oinment used, perhaps even using more than needed in order to cover the entire area.

 

"Alright. Give me the other one. Do you already feel a sensation of cold on your wrist?" It was supposed to be working fast but he had never gotten around using it himself. Well, it was not bought for himself in the first place. Right from the start, while looking for entertainment, he had bought things with a feisty slave in mind. It did nit quite work as expected however. Taming the boy was much more difficult and he was not really enjoying the process. He found him to be much more interesting when he was behaving. Or perhaps he hoped that the youth would find some sort of balance. Being independent enough to think for hinself but smart enough not to make his own life difficult.

[Sathenus]

Damion flinched when the ointment first touched his skin, it was cool to the touch to begin with, but his wrist did stop hurting as much as it was applied. It was a relief really, knowing that he wasn't going to struggle with the pain all night and may actually be able to get some sort of sleep. Of course he knew regardless of how his wrists were his sleep would not be easy, he did still have the butt plug inside of him which was not comfortable, even if it could be worse. His mind had started to wander as he stared at the sheets beneath him allowing the ointment to be rubbed onto his skin, and absently appreciating the gentleness when it came to it's application.

 

Once his first wrist was done and he was told to give him the other, he did so without hesitation this time, eyes moving from the sheets to the damage he had caused himself. He figured at the very least he would bare the marks for a few days, but hoped they would disappear quickly. He didn't immediately answer the question he had been asked, in fact he waited so long to finally reply that it may have appeared as if he was ignoring the question altogether, "Yes." He did feel the cooling sensation that came with the ointment, a sensation not caused by the temperature of the ointment itself but what it was actually meant to do. It was relieving, more so than he had originally expected, which just made him appreciate the gesture even more.

 

When his other wrist was finished he pulled it away and set it into his lap, for a moment he just sat there and glanced towards his master. He still wasn't happy with his situation, but after what had happened he was just going to leave things be, at least for awhile. With that decided he laid back down and turned his back to the older man, a very soft "thank you" slipping from his lips, almost soft enough to not be heard. He did appreciate the gesture and care that had been taken to something that the other man hadn't caused, but the soft almost inaudible thank you was the best that he was going to get from Damion.

 

Slipping his eyes shut he tried to go to sleep, with the pain relieved in his wrists he no longer felt the need to cry. That was a plus and was going to make it much easier for him to make it peacefully through the night. It didn't take him very long to drift to sleep. after the events of the day -his punishment included- he was physically and mentally exhausted.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The older man would lie if he said he wanted to take care of the other's wounds to receive any appreciation, especially as the wounds were an indirect result of punishment- he did not expect anything of the sort from the boy. That was exactly why he had been so surprised to head that muttered 'thank you', his eyes literally going wide. Pft. So the brat actually had a natural cute side to him? A geniune smile appeared on the master's lips.

 

"Good night." Egon whispered as he noticed the smaller body's breathing evening out, his muscles relaxing, sign that he had fallen asleep. He was rather tired himself but he was sure his thoughts would not let him sleep much for the night. His brother's visit was not exactly a good piece of news to say at least and whatever bussiness he was into, was no better. He let out a low sigh, laying down on his back on his side of the bed. A gut type of fweling told him that there was no true business needing to be taken care of other than the man trying to cause troubles in an attempt to 'have fun'.

 

The morning crawled by, and it was proven that he had been right. The older man could not fall asleep until late at night or perhaps early morning depending on how one looked at it. Pale rays of sun were already invading the room when his eyes were simply too heavy, exhaustion catching up and making him unable to stay up anymore. His biggest worry was the new boy which was finally showing slight signs of inprovement. For all he knew, the other man's presence was going to do nothing but erase the entire progress through sweet empty words.

[Sathenus]

Damion slept soundly through the night, occasionally mumbling something incoherent. When he woke up in the morning he shifted, stretching out his stiff muscles a groan slipping from his lips as his eyes drifted shut. The muscles in his arms and shoulder particularly were sore, but so was his ass in general. As he shifted he was reminded of the butt plug that was still inside of him, rolling slightly onto his back he glanced over to Egon, the older man was asleep which made him sigh. For a moment he debated removing it anyways, mainly because he didn't want it in him anymore, but he also knew that right now it was best for him to behave. At the very least he needed to behave enough to keep from being punished, he figured there were some things he would get away with.

 

Removing the butt plug however felt like something he would not be getting away with, and out of fear of another punishment he kept it where it was, rolling back onto his side. This time he was facing his master, even if his eyes were on the sheets and not on the sleeping man. No one liked being watched as they slept after all, and Damion found it rather creepy himself and had no intention of doing that to the older man. Instead he just settled for remaining in bed, staring at the sheets and waiting for him to wake up. It was as he shifted that he was reminded of the fact that he was still naked in bed with Egon, that made a slight blush cross his face though he didn't understand why he was blushing at this point.

 

After last night he shouldn't really care if his master was beside him in bed while he was naked or not, it wasn't like he hadn't seen him at this point. As he laid there his mind started to roam, wondering how today was going to go for him. It seemed like it could go okay, chances were it wasn't going to be as bad as the day before. Unconsciously he reached up and itched above the choker, he had at the very least accepted that it wasn't going to be removed unless Egon wanted to do so. Demanding that it was wouldn't change that, and though he could continue to conspire way to remove it, it seemed like it wouldn't end well for him if he succeeded.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The tossing and turning of the boy, despite being slight, did make Egon become slightly aware of his surroundings. One of the reasons why he had insisted on sharing one bed had exactly been the fact that the man usually had a fairly sensitive sleep, able to wake up at the slightests shifts. Yet again, he hardly slept during the night so this time around it did take him longer than usual to just manage to crack his eyes open, his mind not fully sober.

 

The first thing he saw was the smaller body so obediently laying there, facing him yet not looking up, instantly putting him in a good mood. He could easily tell that Damion had not moved away from inside the covers just yet. He was actually still behaving. Egon smiled. The boy did not wake him up, even though he himself must have been up for some time. Keeping the toy inside and not whinning nor demanding it to be removed was a huge progress. Such progress would have to be plentifully rewarded during the day. Yet that would become challenging with his brother around, he was reminded, his eyes stinging and his body dully aching from lack of sleep.

 

"Good morning." A hand was lifted up to give the boy an affectionate pat on the head. "You can go get a shower first and remove it. You put up with your punishment well." He was geniuenly pleased. With a small groan he sat up on the bed, realizing that the stress had left him also with a headache, not only insomnia. "When you get out you should apply that ointment to your wirsts again. It will help the healing. If it still hurts too bad, I will apply it for you again." A finger was pointed towards the small tube on top of the nightstand.

[Sathenus]

Damion glanced up when he heard Egon speak, eyes moving from where they had been locked on the sheets to meet his master's gaze. Despite the pat on his head he remained silent, having since gotten used to the gesture and deciding it wasn't anything to complain about. It was when he had been told he could go shower and remove it that he had put up with his punishment well that he was happy, eyes lighting up in a way the previously never had. Pleased that he was being given permission not just to shower but to also remove the plug he turned and slipped off of the bed gathering a robe and towel to shower.

 

Despite his happiness to get cleaned up and remove the plug he had not been blind to the way Egon was acting, obviously his master was tired and paying for his lack of sleep. It made him wonder what was on his mind, and as he thought about it he then remembered the order the girls had received last night. It occurred to him that it must be this "guest" as to what was the cause for the other man's lack of sleep. He didn't comment on that though as he moved towards that bathroom, glancing towards the tube of ointment when it was motioned to. Listening as he was told to apply it when he was done showering it, that it would help in the healing and if it hurt to bad that he would do it for him.

 

His wrists definitely hurt, the aching was not something he could ignore, but he wanted to at least give it a shot doing it by himself before he asked for helped. Nodding he didn't speak and disappeared into the bathroom turning the water on, as it warmed up he sighed and reached back fingers brushing over the end of the plug. He was not looking forward to it's removal, his ass was still a bit sore with it in, the removal he was sure wouldn't be pleasant. That didn't stop him from starting to remove it, sure enough like he thought the stretch that came with pulling it out was not pleasant making him groan softly. Once it was out he felt a sense of relief as well as weakness, he couldn't explain his sudden sense of weakness.

 

Not paying it much mind he set the toy aside and slipped into the shower to clean up, the warm water was definitely a relief. For a moment he just stood there enjoying it before he cleaned up and got out, wrapping the towel around himself. His goal for today was simply getting through the day without doing anything to cause himself more problems, which seemed simple and easy. But anyone who knew him, even for a short time knew that him behaving long enough to get through a whole day without any sort of trouble was anything but easy.

 

Not thinking about it for very long he simply dried himself off, glad that he had thought enough to actually bring his clothes into the bathroom with him. After last night when he was to face his master again he wanted to do so with clothes on, once he was dry he dressed himself. It was tedious and painful, any wrong movement of his wrists made them hurt even more sending a surge of pain through his arms and to his shoulders. It meant he flinched far more than he wanted to admit.

 

Dressed he put the towel in the hamper and reentered the bedroom, eyes instantly going to the ointment that he picked up without really thinking about it much. He knew it was going to be the only way he was going to get through today without whining a little, being stubborn and refusing it wouldn't help him in any way. Damion managed to apply it to his wrists on his own but he had to admit it was not as easy to do as he would have expected. Still, he was pleased that he hadn't needed to ask for any assistance.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Watching the young man enter the bathroom with an expression of something that looked like happiness, the master could easily tell that actually going through the night with the buttplug still in place had been a difficult task. If only he would be that well behaved the entire day, half of his problems would be solved. Egon did not give away the name of their 'guest' on purpose- Stephan was someone that all the three maids knew a little better than they would have wished to. Elise was however the man's primary target and the one that perhaps disliked him the most.

 

The man was not exactly exemplary despite his front- which was neatly kept to be seen as a gentlemanly one with very few faults displayed- being one of the greediest and cruelest people that Egon knew. They were bussiness parteners but definitely not out of some secret bond between brothers- for all he knew, they could be hardly counted as relatives and the feeling of dislike was mutual. The fact that Stephan liked to poke his nose in his little brother's life every now and then for entertainment remained unchanged however.

 

He opened his closet to pick up fresh new semi-formal clothes, especially since he was supposed to discuss "bussiness" with the man. He expected the unwanted pest -ehm, guest, to arrive not long after breakfast and stay for the entire day, making Elise upset. The previous time when he had come around, the petite girl nearly ended up slapping him. Yet it was not like he did anything outrageous enough to get his further access denied. He was cunning and able to toy with the public eye to his liking.

 

"You are to wait for me to shower then we will go downstairs to have breakfast. As you have heard yesterday, we will receive a guest today so I will require you to keep me company the entire time that he is around." The safest way to make sure the man did not try anything fishy was to keep the boy close. That was the onle conclusion he had reached after spending half a night debating what he was to do.

 

With that he walked himself in the bathroom, his stinging eyes and pounding head needing a break. The hot water hit him in the face, making him relax. In 10 minutes, he was done, dressed up and back to the room.

 

"Excuse me." With a knock, the redhead maid opened the door, bowing in sign or respect at the sight of her master. "Master, mister Stephan Dahl has arrived and is now waiting in the kitchen."

 

The day was starting off worse than anticipated. A frown crossed his face.

[Sathenus]

Damion had been more than a little ready to slip out the door as Egon prepared to take his shower, though that was crushed when he heard his master speak. Frowning he stared at the floor as he stood at the foot of the bed a soft sigh slipping from his lips. He wasn't pleased with the news that he was to wait for his master to finish showering and that they would both go down for breakfast at the same time. His unhappiness only seemed to grow when he was also told that he was to keep Egon company the entire time that their guest was here. It only made him hope that whoever it was that was coming to visit would be in a hurry to leave, though he had a strong feeling that was not going to be the case at all.

 

Despite not being happy with what he was told he just nodded and watched the older man disappear into the bathroom. Once Egon was no longer in the room he huffed and settled himself on the foot of the bed to impatiently wait for him to return. He wasn't waiting for very long when Egon emerged, and they were both ready to leave the room within minutes only for their to be a knock on the door. Damion's eyes went to the girl as she spoke and he noticed the frown that had crossed his master's face, but that wasn't what had his attention. It had been the name that had been said that had stuck out to him, and it didn't take him very long to be able to make the connection with the man standing before him.

 

That only seemed to bother him even more, why was he going to be forced to spend the day with the two brothers? Or spend however long he had to while the other man was visiting. It seemed unfair, considering he had been hoping that he would be able to slip out of the bedroom while his master was showering and spend the day alone hiding out somewhere. That had seemed like the only chance he had of getting through the day without getting into trouble, but he didn't speak. His eyes remained on the floor as he waited to hear if the older man had anything to say before they would leave the room.

 

When they did finally leave the room he followed silently, silence was going to be his friend today. It was the only thing he could think of that would make it so he didn't say something he wasn't supposed to while showing enough submission. He could only hope it was enough anyways. Still far from happy with how it appeared his day was going to go he tried hard to keep that emotion from showing on his face, he had behaved himself throughout the night, and now he had to use whatever self control he had left to behave through the day no matter what might happen.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The master simply nodded towards the girl and she was gone. He did not really have any further instructions nor explanations for Damion so he led the way towards the dining room, a frown present on his face all way there, only relaxing to an indiferent face before opening the door to let himself in, convinced that the young man was today on his best behavior and following. As the door opened, a figure was already seated at the table with the three girls by his side. Elise was the only one not even struggling to fake a smile.

 

The man definitely resembled Egon, his tanned skin and eyes being almost identical in shades. One would be able to tell that they were certainly brothers without much difficulty, especially since they also shared some facial traits such as the nose shape. However, the guest had his hair blonde and cut short and also, Stephan was obviously older. Small wrinkes had already formed under his eyes, betraying his age of 38. He was the oldest of the siblings yet still acting like an immature child whenever he had the opportunity, treating everyone and everything as his personal possession. That sort of arrogance was the exact difference between the two brothers.

 

The breakfast had been prepared for three people, sign that the three were the types to think things through and were accustomed to their duties.

 

"Good morning my dear brother." The blonde was smiling brightly, his words making Egon frown once more. His gaze was not truly on the man as he greeted, checking out the boy next to him intead.

 

"You are here early." He sat himself down, motioning towards towards Damion to sit next to him. Today's breakfast seemed to be meticulously prepared just like always: potato scones with bacon and egg, cereals and banana porridge were all options for breakfast. The porridge had been Elise's idea as if was particularly easy on the stomach and it wasn't exactly meant for their master.

 

"As I have told you, I am here on bussiness."

 

"State it after breakfast and you may get going." The atmosphere was nowhere near pleasant.

 

"Egon, sell the tiny blonde to me." The guest laughed, not caring about his brother's words.

 

At this point, Elise's usually inexpressive eyes were looking at the 'guest' in pure disgust.

[Sathenus]

Damion followed along silently, he wasn't given anymore explanation or really even a glance after the news of their guest's arrival. It appeared more as if Egon just assumed he was going to behave and was following, apparently he should have taken that as his chance to slip away, but instead he behaved and followed as expected. When they arrived his eyes moved towards their guest for a moment, he looked very much like his master in some ways, yet other aspects made it very clear that he was not just older but definitely not his master. Even as he greeted Egon Damion was not blind to the fact that his eyes were on him, but he said and did nothing despite having to bite his tongue to ensure he didn't.

 

His punishment had taught him he needed to listen to Egon, but that did not teach him that he needed to hold his tongue with others. Watching as his master settled himself in his normal chair he hesitated as he was motioned to take his seat as well, it was only a slight hesitation before he did so eyes scanning what was before him and the other two men. His stomach instantly churned and he felt instantly sick, though everything looked great the smell -though also great- made his stomach flip uncomfortably. The threat he had been given just the day before was still ringing in his head, he would have to eat something if he wanted to ensure that no one else was going to touch his body.

 

After once more scanning what was set out for them he decided that the porridge seemed like the best idea, it was going to be light enough on his now weak stomach. That didn't meant he instantly started eating, in fact, what was common to him now he sat there and absently stirred the porridge in his bowl but did not yet take a bite of it as his gaze moved from the bowl in front of him to their guest when he spoke. Instantly Damion didn't like him, asking his master to sell Elise to him in such a manner disgusted him really. Not to mention he liked Elise, and was not fond of anything that may end in her leaving, she seemed like really the only person he could truly care for in any form.

 

Of course his body wanted to argue otherwise after last night but he did not let his mind revisit the feelings he had received from his master. Instead he turned in attention once more to his porridge and took in a breath which escaped in a silent sight, he took a hesitant bite of the porridge and though it tasted great it still made his stomach churn making him wish he could just go without. There was absolutely no way he was going to manage to eat half of the porridge sitting before him. He was going to show at least a little effort to behave himself and eat like he was instructed even if he really wanted to do anything but.

[Guest Eornostlice]

"I will not." Egon did not bother to look at his brother despite the constant frown on his face. "Anne, Mare, Elise, you are dismissed." The two maids similarly looked at Elise, who finally smiled, bowing towards her master and also giving Damion a quick nod before making her way out of the room. She had a favorable impression of him obviously. Not in a romantic type of way but rather, she saw him as someone that could become a friend. She would have wanted to tell him not to trust that man but it was not her place to speak.

 

Stephan only chuckled, feeling amused, finally digging in and keeping his mouth shut. He knew his brother and that he was not the type to endure being messed with for long periods of time- a wise decision. The master simply sighed, glancing at Damion. He had chosen to keep him by his side only so the blonde wouldn't try anything fishy like he had with poor Elise- the young man was a much easier prey.

 

It did take a few minutes for Egon to calm down and focus on something was was less likely to get him completely annoyed- the younger man to his side appearing as a decent distraction.

 

The master's eyes lit up- he was pleased. Damion was actually doing his best to eat, albeit reluctantly. Such a sight could be taken as nothing else but a good sign, something that would have to be properly rewarded if it was kept that way. If. But for time being, a smaller reward would do.

 

"You do not have to force yourself to eat half of that from the begining. But you need to be able to do it in a week." It was a whisper aimed towards the boy only, his eyes focused on Damion.

[Sathenus]

Damion found himself pleased when he heard his master say that he wouldn't sell Elise to his brother, that made him more grateful than it should. His eyes moved to the three girls when they were dismissed, instantly noting the smile that crossed Elise's face as they bowed and turned to leave. He didn't miss the nod he received from her as he watched them go before he turned his gaze back to the two men he was stuck spending the day with. Though he could grow to appreciate his master's company he knew that the same could not be said for his brother, Damion was well aware of the fact that Elise belonged here, it was what was best for her.

 

What he hadn't been expecting was for Egon to turn to him, he noticed the light that ignited in his master's eyes and wasn't really sure what to make of the look he was receiving. Though it could only be explained by the fact that his master must have noticed his small attempt to eat something, he supposed he could get used to seeing that sort of look aimed towards him versus one of impatience or the dark look that was in his master's eyes right before he was punished. Trying to keep the attention from himself he returned his gaze to the bowl in front of him, his stomach was still churning a little so he was going to let it settle before attempting to eat anything else.

 

When he heard his master speak in a whisper he glanced towards him and nodded his understanding, though it was a relief to hear that he would not be forced to eat half of the bowl of porridge today. Still, having the other man's attention made him shift uncomfortably, wondering for a moment why he had it and not the other man sitting at the table. Against his better judgement he spared his master's brother a glance, it was strange to him, to have to sit there as "company" for Egon during this visit. It seemed more like he was here to act as a distraction to ensure that his master didn't have to focus solely on his brother, which did not make Damion any happier.

 

After a few more minutes of silence he pushed the bowl away, having managed to eat as much as his weak stomach could handle before deciding he was done and was not going to be able to do anymore. At that point he shifted in his chair, glancing between the two men, he could feel the tension between them. His master seemed a bit tense, even unhappy that his brother was here, and their guest seemed amused by the reactions he was capable of bringing from his brother. Normally Damion would have used such a chance to try to figure out some sort of weakness about his master, obviously his brother was not someone he was close to.

 

Under any other circumstance he would have, but not this time. After last night he was more intent to do whatever it meant to keep himself out of the spotlight, at least for awhile. Eventually he would test the waters again, but not for awhile. For now he figured he could use this time behaving the best he could to learn about the other side of his master, the side of him that seemed more pleased with him. Part of pressing buttons and seeing how much he could get away with was also seeing what sort of "rewards" came out of him behaving while recovering from the punishments caused by pressing his luck. So far it seemed more like his rewards compiled of being called a "good boy" and given some slack when it came to his inability to eat half of the dish in front of him.

 

Though he for one reason or another every time he was called a good boy it sparked something in him that wanted to continue to behave, it had something to do with the way his master said it. Shaking his head and pushing the thoughts aside he leaned back in his chair and once more glanced between the two brothers waiting to figure out what was going to happen and what business they even had to discuss with each other.

[Guest Eornostlice]

"Aren't you gentle." Stephan remarked amused, helping himself to a glass of water, his elbow on the table and his head leaned on his own palm. "Would it be a good time to get down to bussiness? I actuay have an appointment in the evening so I would prefer you to give me an answer until then."

 

It was then that Egon's attention was again shifter towards his older brother, a questioning kind of look all over his face. He had been actually wondering what the older man was looking for this time around, the words 'expanding the bussiness' still stuck in his mind. Their fields of work were completely differeny: he himself was a lawyer, but the other was the owner of a reknown hotels chain.

 

"I am interested in the half of the natural park which you own. In other words, I am looking to buy the land from you. If not the entire mansion, then at least the green zone behind your garden. I do know you get quite the income every month since it is your property they are using, but I plan on buying the entire place and readjust the scenery a bit. It's quiet and surely plenty of people would be fascinated with the place, especially since it's a mere 30 minutes drive from the city."

 

His mood took a turn for the worse. He had known that the blonde's request was to be unreasonable, but he did not expect their current location to be so easily revealed to the unruly boy. True, it had been his idea to keep Damion close but it seemed like he could not predict the unexpected. Unexpected? No. Most likely, it had been done on purpose.

 

"If you keep frowning by the time you look my age you will look 60." Egon's train of thoughts was interrupted, the other man not seeming to have a problem with molding monologues. "Ah. But I was also serious about Elise. You have gotten tired of playing with her anyway, have you not? Is she too obedient? I took a peek in your new purchase's history. He is pretty interesting. When you get bored of him, you shouldn't throw him away. I am quite interested in the boy as well. So think about selling them both to me? That girl was looking at hi-"

 

Sitting up from his chair with a start and his patience stretched beyond the limit, Egon slapped his hands on the table, abandoning the thought of having a peaceful meal. "Please let yourself in to the guest bedroom and disappear after you have fooled around enough." The entire discussion was over. "Come, Damion. I need you to accompany me outside for a bit." It was an order but the anger was not directed at the young man, his voice gentler when compared to the tone he used to talk to the older brother.