[M] Every wolf has its day

His legs tried desperately to press together and hide his arousal and entrance from the Lycan.

He didn't like being exposed and the fact that he couldn't control his own urges frustrated him to no end, he wished that he hadn't become aroused by all of this.

Being tied up, exposed and vulnerable with the prospect of someone seeing him like this, mixed with the pain of being whipped and slapped, all of that built up within him and had his member hard and pressing up against his stomach.

Lycus bit the inside of his lips harshly and looked away as he struggled to hold back a small moan.

His hands pressed against the Elf's thighs a little harder when he tried to close his legs.

Oh no, that wasn't happening. He wasn't letting Lycus free.

"If it makes things more bearable, picture me in your position and you in my position," he purred softly.

His head bowed, tongue laving over his entrance again slowly.

He squirmed again when the Lycan's tongue lapped over his entrance, he was still highly sensitive and very little action the Lycan did had his arousal spiking once again.

If it makes it more bearable, picture their positions swapped...
He had done something similar last time, upon reflection he knew he had entered subspace even if only slightly.

That had helped him through it more than anything else, if he could manage that again then perhaps he could get through this without the emotional anguish.

The Elf exhaled slowly as he became more still, letting his eyes slide shut as he tried to concentrate on distancing his mind from his body.

He pursed his lips.

Lycus was entering subspace so soon? He hadn't even done anything to warrant subspace just yet.

Alek bit sharply into the Elf's thigh, piercing through layers of skin mercilessly.

He lapped at the blood, prodding at the wound, tongue laving over it.

Lycus cried out and jerked in his bindings, his eyes opening once more, Aleksandr had broken his concentration before he could disappear, now he was more alert and aware of what was happening than before.

The Elf groaned as the tongue lapped and prodded at the wound in his thigh.

With the Lycan constantly biting and tearing into his skin it was fortunate that Lycus had quite a high pain threshold, a lesser man would be a sobbing mess after a few bites from a Lycan.

Alek smirked a little when Lycus jerked and cried out.

"Welcome back," he chortled softly.

Now he had the Elf's full attention and that wasn't going to slip any time soon. He was too aware of Alek to relax around him now.

He pressed a soft kiss to the slowly healing wound before his lips trailed downwards, grazing over the Elf's entrance again.

He cursed at Aleksandr under his breath, he could've slipped away so easily and only been half aware of what was happening to him, he would've been happier that way, time would've moved faster.

But now he was back and he didn't trust the Lycan enough to let his guard down again.

"Of course you're not kind enough to let me distance myself from this."

He growled the words softly as he tried to pull away from the lips at his entrance unsuccessfully.

This was embarrassing, his legs were spread and bound for the Lycan, every part of his body was exposed to his eyes and touch.

His gaze turned helplessly up to the roof as a soft dusting of pink spread across his cheeks in his shame.

"You're blushing. I never thought I'd see the day."

How many times had Lycus blushed in front of him? Could he even remember a time? No... no, he didn't think he could.

His lips trailed upwards over the Elf's body, pausing to nip and suck at his nipples gently before trailing up to his neck.

"You don't like the fact that you quite enjoy this, do you?"

He scoffed and looked away from the Lycan as he pointed out that he was blushing,

How could he not? He was absolutely humiliated, his legs were spread, his hands were bound behind his back, forcing him into an uncomfortable position which made him arch his back and present himself to Aleksandr, and worst of all he had a collar wrapped around his neck.

"You're deluded Aleksandr."

He replied, his words taking on a snappy tone as he writhed, holding back a whimper as his nipples were sucked on.

"Am I? It's rather obvious you're enjoying this."

His teeth scraped over a nipple again as one of his hands slid down his stomach to start pumping him softly.

"Just give in and enjoy it. You'll enjoy it a lot more if you stop thinking about it."

Lycus should start doing what he had done last time he had been caught in the game. Just cave for that one battle and enjoy whatever Lycus had done to him. It would definitely feel much better.

He could distract Aleksandr all day with him writhing and failed escape attempts, it would only prolong his time in the dungeon.

Though the fact that he knew at some point he would lose his virginity and would then be dragged back out into the forest for people to see him being claimed by the Lycan had him wanting to resist the man.

"You tell me to give in and stop thinking about it after you jolt me out of subspace."

He growled, if that was what Aleksandr wanted he could've had it before.

The Elf's mouth gaped open as his member was pumped and a low moan escaped his lips, a soft shudder running down his spine. He couldn't help it, it was his bodies natural reaction to pleasure.

"Subspace is boring. I don't let any of my Subs enter it if I can help it."

He got better reactions when his Slaves weren't in subspace. Louder cries, more violent jerks. He loved it.

It was probably the reason Zakhar rarely entered subspace during a Session. He was just so used to not being allowed and enjoying feeling every little thing that happened to him. It was how he had been trained as a true pain slut. He felt everything without Subspace dulling it for him and he had learned very quickly to love it. Now he couldn't get enough of it.

Alek smirked a little, thumb grinding down against the head of his member as he continued to pump him.

"I don't want to be here."

He growled, though his tone held a soft whine in it as he thrashed around for a moment, the sound of clinking of buckles and the strain of leather filling the silence between the two men.

Lycus moaned again, his head lulling back as the thumb ground against him, how was he suppose to resist something that aroused him so much.

His eyes slid shut and his brows furrowed as he calmed down, residing into a soft writhing beneath the Lycan.

"Mouth is saying the opposite to your body again."

He pumped him for a few more moments before his hand moved away.

He wanted Lycus so aroused that he'd be begging for him to take him. It would take a long time. Most probably all day. But he'd happily wait that long to see the Elf beg for him.

Alek bowed his head to lap at the Elf's head before taking him into his mouth, sucking gently.

Lycus bit back a whimper as Aleksandr's hand moved away from him.

He wanted more, he wanted to be satisfied... no he didn't, he wanted to get out of here, escape with his dignity still intact.

The Elf was in constant conflict with himself, his mind and body feuded but ultimately his Elven pride was dominating all else.

A soft moan left his lips again as his arousal was sucked on again, his hips jerking up into the Lycan's mouth as he tried to get more, for once Aleksandr was being too gentle.

Alek was purposefully being too gentle.

He was trying to rile the man up. Give him gentle little touches that would be pleasurable but not give him exactly what he wanted: the addictive mix of pleasure and pain.

The Lycan would work on him like this for as long as it took to get him pleading with him.

His hand moved up to press against the Elf's entrance, rubbing in gentle circles.

His body tensed as the fingers rubbed against his entrance, the last time he had been entered hadn't been as bad as he had expected though he had only taken two fingers and that had ached, he didn't want to know how much being taken would hurt.

Lycus could see what he was doing, trying to rile him up until he was a pleading mess of lust and longing.

He didn't want to see himself fall from grace like that, he only hoped he could do something to provoke the Lycan.

He could barely move, his options were limited but there was one thing that had worked last time.

The Elf bit into his lip firmly until the skin tore open, causing blood to trickle down his lip and chin. At the same time his nails bit into his palm.

Alek gave a soft chuckle as he continued to bob his head.

Blood.

Looks like the Elf was trying to play dirty and distract him with the scent of his blood. It had worked last time but it wouldn't this time. He was happy to ignore the blood for now. Or perhaps...

Alek's hand moved away from Lycus' entrance to press his fingers to his lips, stroking them gently, collecting the blood on his fingers.

This saved him from pulling away from the Elf's arousal.

He wondered idly what Lycus thought about Alek using his own blood as a lubricant. Probably not very happy thoughts. Oh well.

His wet fingers moved back down to stroke and circle the man's entrance.

Lycus nipped the fingers as they stroked against his lips but he couldn't move enough to get a good grasp on them.

A lump formed in the Elf's throat as the fingers moved back to his entrance. Surely Aleksandr wouldn't resort to using his blood to...

A violent shudder spread through his body, that thought made him queasy, if he was being lubricated it meant it was only a matter of time before he would be entered.

All too vividly he could imagine the Lycan's member coated in his own blood as he forced himself in for the first time.

The Elf cringed and opened his eyes, looking down at the Lycan as he sucked on him, a soft whimper escaping his lips.

He smirked at the violent shudder.

Not a good reaction. As he had thought.

Oh well. He had bought this upon himself by biting his lips. Perhaps next time he would think twice about wounding himself to distract him.

Slowly, he pushed one finger into him.

He growled softly, which was cut off by a low moan as the finger was pushed into him.

One finger was uncomfortable but not painful, the finger was lubricated and pushed into him fairly smoothly despite the tightness of his entrance.

He shuddered again as he dwelled on how that finger was lubricated.

His body tried to relax as the finger entered him, from this point forward any thrashing or tensing he did had the ability to hurt him more.

Trying to relax?

Perhaps Lycus was smart after all. No more fighting him. The less he fought him, the less painful this would be.

Alek gave a low purr as he took the Elf deeper as a reward for not struggling.

His finger moved slowly and gently, thrusting and circling to try and stretch him a little with only one finger. The more gradual the stretch was, the less it would hurt him.

Lycus gave a soft moan as he lay his head back, the rest of his body slowly going limp as he relaxed.

The feeling of the finger moving inside of him had his eyes fluttering slightly, the feeling was still so foreign, he hadn't been touched there since the last time Aleksandr had him down here in the dungeon.

The Elf had thought about experimenting with himself but he refused to, it would show that he had enjoyed the experience and wanted more.

"Good boy," he murmured softly as Lycus relaxed.

It was good to see him relax. He didn't want to cause too much pain. Yet. he wanted Lycus to associate pleasure with being fucked before he introduced more...painful pleasures.

His finger pushed deeper and curled inside the man before pulling almost all the way out just to thrust deep again. He was still being slow but his movements were getting just a little bit rougher.

"Shut up, Aleksandr."

He growled, his body immediately becoming tense again, he couldn't stand being talked down to like that, he wouldn't tolerate being degraded.

His objections were silenced as he writhed beneath the Lycan, moaning softly as the finger curled and thrust into him more firmly.

The rougher motions pulled greater reactions from the Elf and his now tense body was feeling more as he clamped down around the finger.