[M] Every wolf has its day

Lycus growled and tried to pulled his arms free of their bindings, he wanted to leave now more than ever.

He wasn't going to get what he wanted and Aleksandr was already starting to mock him, he hated himself for taking their bet, he had doomed himself to this.

After today he was going to call it off, Aleksandr was having his revenge, he could be satisfied with that, the Elf wanted to be able to walk around the manner without the fear of being attacked and dragged down to the dungeon.

Alek bowed his head to lave his tongue over the Elf's neck and throat.

His thumb pressed against the Elf's slit, rubbing against it in small, tight circles.

He was determined to work Lycus up. Make him enjoy this experience.

"Just think. After today you get free reign to fight me again. Dominate me. Wont you enjoy typing me up, bending me over a piece of equipment here and fucking me as hard and long as you want?"

He admitted to himself that he would enjoy that. He liked being dominant, but he wouldn't be too opposed to the occasional turn of the tables.

He didn't know if he even wanted to see Aleksandr after today, the man took great pleasure in mocking him and pointing out that he had been dominated, his pride wouldn't allow him to be openly mocked like that.

His hips jerked up against Alek's hand, a low moan sounding as the thumb rubbed against him.

He couldn't help but whine softly he felt so close, so very close and it was evident from the short, shallow panting, the way his body writhed and how his member throbbed needily in the Lycan's grasp.

Alek's lips curled into a dark smirk.

His body stilled completely, stopping all motion. No thrusting of his hand or hips. He just...stopped.

"Earn your right to come. Beg for it," he purred lowly.

There was no doubt he'd say no. Tell him to go fuck himself. Do something to defy him.

"I don't want the right to come, you're using my body for your own pleasure, so hurry up and get this over with.
Stop doing things to try and make me enjoy this."

He didn't want that, if Aleksandr took it easy on it then he was pitying him, he wouldn't be able to stand that, he'd rather that Aleksandr brutally tear him apart.

His gazed turned away for the Lycan and he simply gazed up at the ceiling.

He could take away his virginity but the Elf would keep his dignity.

"It makes me feel good about myself when I can make my Slave beg for me," he purred lowly.

His lips curled upwards. "I'll get you to beg me. It's a promise."

One of his goals for the day.

There were many more goals for the day but he was going to get through them slowly.

"I'm not your Slave and I will not beg."

He replied, if he could he would be walking out that door right now, if he wasn't currently bound he would force the Lycan off of him some way or another.

"Your promise will be broken."

He said factually, Aleksandr could beat him, he could rile him up, dangle temptation in front of him and still the Elf would not beg.

"Oh, but you are. While you have that collar around your neck, you are mine."

His little Slave to do whatever he wanted with. And he'd enjoy every minute of doing whatever he wanted with him.

He bowed his head to grip the collar between his teeth, tugging at it a little before his tongue lapped out to taste the Elf's skin.

Alek pulled out of the Elf and stood, padding across the room.

He returned with a crop in one hand and a rather familiar machine in the other. The same machine Lycus had set on him the last time they had been down here. His lips curled into a little smirk.

"Let's see if we can't get you to break, Slave."

He knelt, setting down the crop, then moved to set up the machine. He positioned it in front of the man, eyes meeting with him as he lubed the dildo and pushed it into him slowly.

"Are you ready for this?"

He gave a soft sigh of relief as the man pulled out of him, he could already feel the aching in his backside from being stretched but he knew worse was yet to come.

His gaze followed Aleksandr around the room, the crop didn't bother him, he could deal with being whipped but the machine had his eyes widening.

Aleksandr was going to use that on him the day of losing his virginity?

Even at the lowest setting those things were rough, he was going to be in for a very hard time but he wouldn't beg for Aleksandr not to do this, not matter how much it hurt him, he wouldn't break.

He grunted in discomfort as the dildo was pushed into him, at the very least it was lubed.

"Enjoy your revenge, Aleksandr."
He scoffed as his eyes remained locked on the Lycan's.

"I am doing, Slave. Very much so far," he purred softly.

And there was still an entire day ahead of them. Perhaps more than a day... Plans for the night were forming in his mind.

Alek smirked as he flicked the machine on and stepped back, crop in hand.

He stroked the crop over Lycus' chest and stomach gently as the machine thrust into him at a steady pace.

Lycus groaned loudly as the machine turned one and thrust deep inside of him.

Unlike Alek the machine was constant, same depth, same speed until he turned it up.

This meant that each thrust plunged deep inside of him, causing a considerable amount of discomfort and he knew that if the Lycan turned up the settings enough, he would be in for some real pain.

The crop moved slowly over the Elf's body before skimming over his member.

"I have been nice up until now, Slave. I can be cruel when I don't get what I want. Give me what I want and you get the pleasure you desire. It's as simple as that."

The crop met with Lycus' thigh harshly, leaving a deep red welt.

"Beg for me and you'll feel pleasure."

His expression was cold, silver eyes staring down at the man with little emotion.

He tensed slightly as the crop ran over his member, he wasn't going to bed, Aleksandr could get that notion out of his head.

He cursed as the crop cracked against his already abused thighs, his legs were covered in hand marks and crop lashings already and having fresh wounds added to that hurt even more.

The Elf's eyes flicked up to meet Aleksandr's. Piercing silver clashed against ice cold blue as they stared each other down with the same chilling gaze.

Lycus could see his influence reflected in the Lycan's actions.

"It will be a cold day in Hell before I give you what you want."
He replied calmly.

His lips curled into a smirk.

"Don't you just feel the snow falling already?" he purred in a soft, dangerous whisper.

He'd play bad guy for now then give Lycus a little ray of hope to cling to.

The crop moved, skimming over the machine, tapping next to the switch.

"I wonder how much you can take before you're screaming for me. There's more than one way to make you beg. I can make you beg for me to stop just as easily as I can make you beg for me to give you more."

His eyes snapped down to Lycus' face. "Its your choice, Slave."

His eyes didn't leave Aleksandr's, he would not be intimidated and he would not be manipulated.

"My choice would be to walk out of here right now but we both know that is not going to happen.

I was breaking Slaves before you were born Aleksandr, do as you please because at the end of the day, I will not break and your effort will be for nothing."

He replied, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips.

"We'll see."

He crouched, pumping the Elf's arousal with a low purr.

"Stimulate them enough and all men are ruled by their dick. I just have to stimulate you enough."

Transform him into a writhing mass of need beneath him.

He'd do it today.

"I really should be flattered I suppose.
You really seem to be going through a lot of effort in order to get to me

Perhaps after all these years you are finally lusting after me. I wonder just how many nights you've laid awake thinking of what you would do to me if given the chance.

Is your prize not as joyous as you have anticipated, all because I won't play the good little slave boy?"

The Elf gave a chuckle as the Lycan began to pump him, which turned into a soft little moan.

"Oh, quite the opposite. Your defiance is making this challenge all the more amusing for me."

He smirked a little, eyes flashing.

Alek was a Lycan. There was nothing more fun than the chase. This chase was one of the best he had had in a long time.

His hand moved a little faster, thumb pressing against his slit once more.

His hips jerked up into the Lycan's hand and the toy ramming into his backside made him moan once again.

He wasn't afraid of making the pleasured noises, whether he made them or not Aleksandr knew that he was enjoying this.

"Shall I roll over and play dead? That would ruin your fun and games a little."

"If you wish. I'll just leave and return in a few hours to see if you've changed your tune. You'll have the machine to keep you company."

He could play this game for as long as he wanted. He had nowhere to be and nothing to do.

Alek could do this for as long as he wanted. A few hours or a few days; it made no difference to him.

"You play your games and I'll play mine, Slave."

"I don't particularly care what you do Aleksandr, your games are of no interest to me.

My tune will remain the same, I'm not going to obey you because you deny me a release, leave me down here alone or beat me with in an inch of my life."

It wouldn't happen, he was too prideful and too resilient to just give up when things got a little too rough.

"Sir," he corrected once more.

He'd correct him until Lycus started addressing him right. It would happen eventually. He just had to be patient enough.

Alek bowed his head to kiss the Elf deeply.

He hoped this shut him up for a while.

"I'm not going to call you that."

His brows furrowed as the man kissed him, that act confused him greatly.

If he was just trying to shut him up why not strike him across the face or gag him, kissing seemed unnecessary at a time like this.

Despite it all he kissed the Lycan back, nipping the man's lip sharply, causing it to bleed.

Alek purred into the kiss when he tasted his own blood.

He slung a leg over the Elf's straddling him as his kiss became more fierce, hands fisting in his hair and tugging it a little.

He pulled back a little with a low purr, tongue lapping at Lycus' lips, cleaning them of blood.

"If you're good today, you'll get this without a fight the next time you want it," he murmured softly, grinding his ass down against the Elf's member.

He kissed the man as passionately as he could without the use of his hands, sucking and tugging on the Lycan's lips before pulling back, purring as his lips were licked clean.

"As tempting as that bargain is, I don't think I have the capacity to be good for you."

He replied slumping back against the ground with a groan as the machine continued to work him over, his eyes turning up to the Lycan straddling his lap.