[M] Roaming Around

Zakhar gave an unamused grunt when he was pushed to the ground.

The ropes hadn't held him up as well as he had liked for them to. What a nuisance. If he wanted to keep the Pet in place, he would have to find something a little more sturdy than a rope.

One hand fisted in the Hound's red hair, pulling him back and moving to kneel next to him, holding him in place with a tight, but not painful, grip on his hair.

He stroked down the hounds back gently, lips pursing. He could attach him to a spanking bench. That would keep him on his hands and knees. And if he picked the right bench, he could still have access to all he wanted.

Tuzik barked softly, pawing at the hands bundled in his hair, he wanted to be let go, to pounce back onto the Lycan and continue with his barrage of licks.

He stilled though as he was stroked, leaning into Zakhar's touch with a purr.
If he was being petted, he was happy, that much was evident with how much he settled when receiving gentle touches.

Another shiver ran down his body as he pressed up against the Lycan's hand, gentle stroked were addictive.

"Come on," he murmured, pulling gently at the Hound's hair as he stood.

His fingers continued to stroke Tuz's back gently as he guided him to a thick metal frame. It seemed that as long as he was being stroked he was happy.

Another method to control someone much like his method of telling Coilean exactly what was going to happen before doing it. He could accommodate that just fine.

He coaxed Tuz to stand and bend over the frame, stroking him all the while, and strapped him onto it.

When he was strapped on, he smiled a little. His fingers slid down the Hounds back to stroke at his backside and thighs before gliding back up to grasp his arms gently, pulling them up and cuffing them to the suspended chains.

"Good boy," he praised, returning to stroking his back gently.

He padded along with Zakhar eagerly, leaning in against the Lycan's large hand contently.

Tuzik stood and bent over the frame easily enough, he was being very obedient whilst being stroked and touched.

Though it was evident that the Hound didn't like being restricted in his movements as long as Zakhar kept his attention and stroked him every so often, he was quite happy to be like this.

His ears perked up at the sound of praise in the man's voice, if he had a tail it would be wagging right now, and even though he didn't it was evident by the way the creature held himself that he was happy.

The Lycan purred darkly as he gazed down at Tuz.

Seeing him tied to the heavy metal frame like this was a delicious sight.

His legs were spread, his ass in the air. The frame didn't obstruct his ability to get to the Hound's front at all. It truly was a beautiful position.

Zakhar padded away for a moment before returning with a large metal case. He set it down then moved to sit in front of the bound Hound, scooting forwards until he was sitting right underneath him.

"You're such a good boy," he purred softly, stroking his neck and cheek as he leaned up to kiss him gently.

Tuzik whined as Zakhar moved away for a moment, his neck arching as he tried to watch the man.

He gave a happy yap as he returned and sat down beneath him. He gave a contented murmur as Zakhar began stroking his neck, his eyes sliding shut for a moment as a loud purr rumbled in his chest.

His brows furrowed for a moment as the man's lips pressed against his but he mimicked what Zakhar did, moving his own lips against the Lycan's gently as he kissed him back.

"Mmm, such a good boy," he purred, lips trailing down the Hound's neck gently.

He nipped on a patch of soft skin, sucking on it and biting down hard enough to leave a hickey on the marked skin.

His lips trailed lower, tongue flicking over a nipple gently, lips enclosing around it.

The Lycan pulled back, dragging the metal case forwards.

It took a few moments to pull on some gloves from the case and tug it closer as he scooted further down so he was very close to the Hounds groin.

He stroked the Hound's hip gently before taking his member in his hands, cleaning it thoroughly with a wipe from the case before lifting a needle to the skin of his frenum. He leaned up to press a gentle kiss to his stomach before pushing the needle through his skin.

A few moments later, he pushed a barbell through the pierced skin and wiped away the blood.

"You're a good boy. A very good boy. After this I'll give you a nice treat," he promised as he cleaned off the needle ready for the second piercing.

He gave a happy whine as he nuzzled his face in against the top of Zakhar's head as his lips trailed down his neck.

A soft moan slipped from the Hound's lips, the noise sounded strange, his voice was naturally very low and gruff, the noise seemed to echo in his throat as the Lycan sucked and bit as his neck.

His head lowered as he watched what the Lycan was doing, tilting slightly as he grabbed his member.

Tuzik yelped loudly as the needle was forced through his sensitive skin, trying to pull away from Zakhar unsuccessfully.

He winced and whined, gritting his teeth, as the bar was pushed through.

He looked down at the Lycan with a kicked puppy expression, that hurt, he didn't want to play this game, despite the praise he was receiving.

Zakhar leaned up to kiss him again, stroking his stomach and hip.

"Just a little more," he assured before turning back to his work.

Tuzik wasn't enjoying this. He'd finish the other two quickly and efficiently. He was cruel but he wasn't in a bad mood and his Submissive wasn't enjoying this pain at all. He'd finish this quickly then move onto something more pleasurable.

The second time the needle pierced the skin was much more confident on the Lycan's part. it had been a little while since he has pierced someone. But doing it again was boosting his confidence.

The barebell was thread through the skin and the area wiped down again in a matter of seconds.

The needle was cleaned and pushed through the skin a third time.

When he was done and happy the site was cleaned, he smiled and leaned back to kiss the Hound deeply as he pulled off his gloves.

"You are such a good boy," he crooned as he scratched behind his ear.

He growled softly as he saw the needle being brought to his member again, he was a hound but he wasn't stupid, he knew what was happening this time.

He tensed and whimpered as the needle was pushed through his skin a second time.

The third time he didn't try to pull away, his member was sore already, adding more pain to it now wasn't as severe as the first piercing.

Tuzik leaned his head back, shaking it violently as Zakhar tried to kiss him again.

His distrust of the man quickly melted as he was scratched behind the ear, causing him to lean down as press his lips against the Lycan's once again.

"Shh," he soothed gently when the Hounds head began thrashing back and forth.

"Its all done. No more." He had pierced him; he had nothing else to do. He was happy with what he had done. He needn't do any more. His claim on the man lay clearly on his skin.

He smiled when Tuz leaned down to kiss him.

Just like a Pet; stroke him and he gains compete trust.

He pulled back a little, bowing his head to lap at his nipple again.

His whines and his slightly heavier breathing died down as he was stroked and kissed.

Like any loyal dog you could kick him and he would still come back willing and affectionate as soon as he was show the slightest bit of kindness.

His purring sounded again as the man lapped at his nipple, that same adoring motherly gaze filling his crimson eyes as he watched the man, his body trying and failing to press closer to Zakhar.

"You'll get your treat now for being a good boy," he purred softly, sliding from under the Hound, kicking the case away.

He didn't need that any more. He'd clean it up after.

Zakhar strolled around Tuz, stroking his back gently. When he reached his backside, he smirked. Now they could have some fun.

He knelt down, hands resting lightly on the Hounds backside as he leaned forwards to lap at the tight ring of muscles.

He'd bring the Hound pleasure before getting his own pleasure.

Tuzik leaned into the strokes as eagerly as he always did, despite the pain that currently throbbed at his member.

The Hound jolted as Zakhar's tongue lapped as his entrance, as a canine he was used to having other dog's noses near his backside but in his human form this was new and Tuzik was extremely sensitive to such touches due to the newness of it all.

That low, grumbling moan slipped past his lips again as his eyes slid closed, he liked this, it wasn't as invasive as the piercings had been, it was gentle and painless.

Zakhar smirked widely at the moan.

He was enjoying this more than the piercings, that much was certain. How much could he make him enjoy this, though?

His tongue continued to lap at his entrance, varying between fleeting touches and firm swipes of his tongue.

Could he make him beg for it?

He tried to move in his bindings, his arms tugging uselessly from their place suspended over his head.

The hound had so many straps holding him in place that even he would struggle to get free if he was seriously trying at full force and transformed.

The firm swipes sent shivers raking through his his body and slowly with each lick he began to get aroused, the feeling confused him, canine arousal and human arousal were completely different.

He never felt like this unless it was mating season and he was being paired with a bitch.

Zakhar smirked a little.

He was going to enjoy teasing this Pet until the creature just couldn't take it any more. He'd enjoy every last minute of it.

"Beg for me, Pup," he ordered in a low hum before he pushed his tongue into him.

He wanted to hear him whimpering and whining.

He writhed when Zakhar pushed his tongue inside of him, his body was confused between pulling away and pushing against it.

Tuzik squirmed as his body tried to inch away from the intrusion.
He whined softly, his feet pushing against the ground as he tried to push himself away but the frame held him firmly in place.

He had no idea what Zakhar was saying, he didn't understand what he wanted nor what he was doing to him.

Sex like this was a foreign concept and no one had ever touched the hound there.

"Just enjoy it," he murmured softly, stroking the Hounds thigh.

He didnt want him whimpering and pulling away. He wanted him to moan and writhe and press back against him.

He wanted him needy and begging for more.

And he'd get him to that point even if it killed him.

Slowly he calmed down as Zakhar stroked his thigh, a soft whimper sounding, no one in this place seemed to understand him, there was no one he could interact with that knew how to speak to him.

These mutterings that everyone seemed to speak bore no resemblance to his words.

Turning his head he looked back at Zakhar as best he could, confusing filling his bright red eyes.

His tongue pushed further into him as his hand slid around his thigh, stroking the marked skin gently.

The markings were interesting. They swirled over a large portion of his skin in an odd but beautiful design. He liked them.

His fingers brushed against the Hounds arousal and he chuckled.

"Little puppy is aroused," he snorted softly. How cute.

He gasped softly as the tongue pushed further into him, it wasn't painful but the sensation was very strange, though this time he found himself pushing down against the man's tongue hesitantly, unsure of what he was doing or what it would do to him.

His legs pulled against the restraints as Zakhar's fingers brushed against his arousal, he wanted to press his legs together to protect his still sore and sensitive groin.

He was aroused but the piercings had him wanting to avoid being touched.

His fingers stroked him gently, mercifully voiding the site of the piercings.

He knew how painful it was to be pierced and then played with with no care of healing time.

He wouldn't touch the piercings or the sore, reed skin around.

But this man was Supernatural. It wouldn't take long for him to heal from this. A matter of hours; if that. The pain was probably already a great amount less than it had been when he had pierced him.

Time was all he needed.

The pain had subsided greatly, if it hadn't Zakhar's hand wouldn't be anywhere near him, he would've thrashed around and snarled ferociously.

It no longer throbbed with pain but was still tender to touch, he didn't want them to be touched because when Zakhar had touched them last time it was to wipe the blood away so he could pierce him again, Tuzik didn't want to be pierced again.

His body shuddered softly as the man stroked him, it had been a long time since his last mating session and now that he was with his new Master chances were he would miss his chance to mate again this year.

Hell hounds only had a few days a year where bitches were fertile, a day either side of the new year.

To say the hound was pent up was a large understatement.

"Do you like this?" he purred softly, pulling away from the man's entrance for a mere moment.

"Do you want more?"

He leaned forwards to lave his tongue over him again.

He was going to tease him until he could stand it any more.