[M] How Could Anything Go Wrong?

He gave a soft groan when the Elf's teeth bit into his tongue.

His eyes slid shut and his tongue lapped over his lower lip when Lycus pulled away and moved over to that wall of equipment. What was he going to get?

There was so much equipment here in the dungeon that the possibilities were endless. Lycus could get anything; most of which he didn't know of. It had been a long time since he had played with anything; toys were so advanced now, he didn't know what most toys did.

That was something he'd have to look up in the future.

Alek inhaled a sharp breath of air when he felt Lycus' tongue at his entrance. He was back. With what? Would whatever he had bring him pleasure of pain?

Another soft groan sounded when the toy was pushed inside of him slowly.

He whined when the toy began vibrating, his whole body jerked as if trying to pull away from the strong vibrations.

"Give into the vibrations Aleksandr, they will bring you a great amount of pleasure whilst I supply the pain."

He replied as the Lycan tried to pull away from the feelings inside of him. A man like him thrived with pain, he craved it, so he would have to show him a fair amount in order to sate him completely.

Lycus had also grabbed another piece of equipment and the sound of leather staining as it was wrapped around his palm broke the silence.

A whip cracked against the back of the Lycan's thighs, splitting the flesh and causing a large welting mark.

These were not malicious strikes, they were not for punishment but rather Aleksandr's pleasure, he harbored no ill-will towards the man and as such felt no need to abuse him.

The vibrations had come as a great shock to him.

They felt good, granted, but it was just a complete shock. He hadn't felt anything like it before and feeling it without any warning really shocked him.

The Lycan bit his lip, slowly relaxing, his writhing to try and get away from the toy inside of him calming. He moaned softly as he stilled, truly feeling the vibrations against him now.

He gave another soft moan when the leather struck his skin.

This was something he was familiar with. Something he enjoyed.

"There we go, good boy."
He cooed as the man relaxed and gave into the feelings inside of his.

Lycus grasped onto the plug and gave it a forceful jerk, pushing it forcefully against the man's prostate.

He wanted the Lycan to be worked up, more so than ever before, he was going to keep him down here for a long time and he wanted to see him yearning for his touch.

The whip came down hard against him, slicing into the flesh of his thigh with ease, causing blood to spill from the wound and trickle down his legs.

The cooed praise made him grit his teeth to stop himself from lashing out.

There was something about the way Lycus had said it that had really rubbed Alek the wrong way. Perhaps because he knew he had no choice but to obey every command and the new feelings were strange and made him feel uneasy.

He gave a loud gasp when the toy was pushed further into him, hips pulling away slightly, but he forced himself to settle down again moments later.

A loud groan left the Lycan's lips when the leather bit into his skin once again.

"You've been out of this game for far too long, but that is a good thing, lots of new toys have come out and I'll be the first to show you how each one feels."

Lycus liked this, being the first one to do these things to Aleksandr, no one else got this privilege except him. It made him feel as if he did have some claim on the man.
Perhaps in the future he would.

He calmed down with the toy, thrusting it slowly for a few moments before leaving it inside of him to stimulate his most sensitive areas.

The Elf leaned over an unbound his hands, moving them to the arm straps of the bench and fastening him in so that his back was exposed.

Yes, he had been out of the game for too long.

He needed to learn as much as he could about the modern toys now used in the practise. He didn't want to be caught out in the future, not knowing what something was.

Alek bit his lip softly as the toy was thrust in and out of him, hips rocking slowly against it; almost hesitantly. This was still so knew and he didn't know quite how to react; what to do. What he would be permitted to do by the Elf.

When his arms were unbound, he stretched them out in front of himself slowly before allowing Lycus to bind them to the bench.

Now he was at the man's true mercy; all that Lycus wanted of his body laid out for him to look at, touch and claim as his own with no way of escape.

Perhaps he should have felt scared by that thought. But all he could feel was excitement. The sharp spike of arousal as he thought of Lycus claiming him with a primal lust controlling each rough action.

He bit his lip again, groaning softly at the thought.

He could only hope that would happen.

Leaning down he claimed the man's lips, kissing him roughly. Perhaps Aleksandr would be able to taste his need, feel just how much he yearned for him.

His obsession ran deep and this last week had been Hell, at times he could hear the Lycan in the room beside his, so close yet too far away. His pride wouldn't allow him to leave his chamber until he was healed.

Now however he could claim Alek mercilessly with all the passion he could muster.

Grasping his hair he yanked the man's head back, exposing his neck as he leaned down and bit into it roughly, teeth tearing through flesh. 

Alek eagerly returned the rough kiss.

He needed Lycus just as much as the Elf needed him. Their need ran deeper than just sex. They wanted claim on each other; to have them as theirs through any means they could.

Alek was up to that challenge. He would play the game of who could dominate who.

Right now Ly had won the first round. But next round he'd fight back hard.

He groaned softly when Ly's teeth sank into his throat again.

A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips at the taste of blood swirled over his tongue, Aleksandr tasted good, he wasn't sweet, it was a savory taste that spread through him, warming his body.

He purred, licking his lips suggestively as he pulled away from the man's neck.

"Now that I have you, I'm not letting you go any time soon."
He promised, his fingers digging into the cuts on the back of the Lycan's thighs.

Alek's lips curled into a little smirk.

He was going to be staying here for a long time, was he? That was exciting news. A lot of potential for a long, intense Session.

His eyes slid shut and he moaned softly as the Elf's fingers dug into his cuts.

More blood spilled, staining Lycus' fingers a deep red.

This was uncomfortable. He was feeling so much pleasure. So much pain. He wouldn't be able to just relax for a moment, he'd always been on the edge with something; the pleasure of the toy inside of him, the pain of the whippings and the Elf's fingers disturbing the wounds.

He loved it.

He moved behind the man, streaking the blood down his back, leaving finger marks along his spine.

The Elf's hand came down hard on Aleksandr's backside as he began to move the toy once again, thrusting it deep into him and grinding it against his prostate.

Lycus had time, so much time, he was going to do everything and anything he wanted.

Alek's back arched into the fingers streaking dark blood down his spine. He'd be able to smell that; the blood on his skin, for a while. He doubted Lycus would allow him the opportunity to bathe peacefully while in Session.

The Lycan groaned softly when he was slapped and the toy was thrust in and out of him.

He writhed a little, the feeling of the vibrating toy being thrust in and out of him was strange. He didn't know whether he liked it or not.

Alek whined softly, still trying to writhe away.

He loved being pulled out of his comfort zone like this, no matter how much his body reacted negatively to the actions. He wanted more. To be held down and forced to take whatever Lycus wanted to give him with absolutely no say in the matter whatsoever.

He whimpered the man's name softly.

He pursed his lips, he had hoped for stronger reactions than this, he wanted Aleksandr writhing and moaning in ecstasy, not trying to pull away an whimpering.

The Elf growled as his names was whined out, they were not equals at the moment, he had earned this round, he was the dominant and Aleksandr would do as instructed.

"Sir." he said sternly, unbuckling him and yanking him to his feet by his hair, pushing him up against the bondage wall, binding him to it by his wrists and ankles.

Lycus moved away and collected a length of rope and knelt down in front of the Lycan, coiling the man's erection with rope, encasing it firmly.

Alek gave a soft hiss when he was yanked up from the bench by his hair, hands flying up to grip at his hair and Lycus' hand to try and relieve some pain.

Shit. He hadn't used a title, had he? He had just called out his name.

He really needed to be more careful about that.

"I'm sorry, Sir," he murmured, watching the man's face as he pushed him against the wall and began tying his limbs to it.

Alek whimpered when the rope touched his arousal.

"Please, Sir, no." He just knew that Lycus would ignore the plead, but be could still ask anyway. The feeling of the toy still vibrating inside of him and his arousal being tied tightly with the rope was awful. He bit his lip, head leaning back against the wall.

"I'm sorry," he repeated softly.

"You will be sorry, you don't know what 'sorry' is yet.
We had an agreement and you've been pushing your luck. I'm beginning to wonder if I can actually trust you or yor promises."

He replied, they had only just begun and already he showed signs of defiance and he had barely touched him, how would he act once things got rougher, more intense?

Lycus tied up the rope, looping it around the base of his erection and his balls, then held the end of the rope, having little over a meter left.

Then he took a step back.

His eyes locked onto Aleksandr's as he took another step back, the rope still firmly in his grasp and the slack it had was slowly disappearing with each step.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He hadn't meant to defy him that time. His mid had been otherwise occupied and he had forgotten to call him by a title.

He was truly sorry for that.

Alek swallowed softly when Lycus took a step back.

What was he going to do?

His eyes widened a little when he took another step back. Was he going to-? Oh Gods. Alek gave a little groan of anticipation, biting his lip softly.

His eyes never left Lycus'.

Lycus laughed softly as Aleksandr kept repeating that he was sorry, of course he was sorry, sorry that he was being punished.

He took another step back until the rope was taut but not pulling, yet.

"If you can not remember to call me 'sir' then you will call me by only one other word, you know that word don't you?"

He gave the rope a sharp tug, pulling on the Lycan's member harshly.

"Sir or Master, those are your only options."

Sir or Master.

He was loathe to call anyone Master. He still held some of his defiance for authority figures.

He just had to be careful to call him Sir from now on.

His back arched and Alek gave a low groan of both pain and pleasure as the rope was tugged. He felt the pain course through him, but with the pain came arousal. He writhed a little, pressing himself back against the wall again, pulling purposefully on the rope around him to bring himself more pain.

His silver eyes smouldered as they looked up at Lycus.

He looked back at Aleksandr with cold blue eyes, his gaze piercing through his silver.

Now he had the Lycan's attention, he intended to keep it. Perhaps he could finish him with only this rope and the toy buzzing inside of him.

Lycus gave the rope one more sharp pull, holding the rope toght and taut so it pulled on him forcibly.

He cried out when the rope was pulled taut again.

He bit his lip sharply, staring at Lycus as he moaned softly.

Alek fought the urge to arch his back and relieve some of the pain of the rope. He didn't want to arch his back. He liked the pain.

His eyes slid shut and he swallowed as relaxed a little in his bonds. All at once the pain and pleasure swept through him and his mouth opened in a silent cry, lips quivering a little.

Oh Gods.

"I wonder how much it would hurt if you came while you are all tied up tight like this."

He muttered with a little grin curling at his lips, this was what he wanted, Aleksandr crying out and writhing under his influence.

"Why don't we find out."

He added, tugging on the rope one more tight, pulling it harder than beore.

His hands tightened into fists and he gave a soft whimper.

This was so painful. He was in a fair amount of pain with his arousal bound and pulled on like this.

But he couldn't bring himself to try and break away from this. He enjoyed it too much. He enjoyed feeling this pain and knowing that Lycus was inflicting this pain in punishment. He was being put in his place and he loved that control Ly had over him.

His eyes fluttered half open and he gave a low purr.

Lycus was going to do this until he came.

Alek gave a shuddering breath.

"How does it feel, is the rough caress of the rope more pleasurable than the soft touch of my hands?"

He purred his words, pulling the rope oh so slowly, the rope straining more each moment.

"When you come, how loudly will you cry out?
I wonder if they will hear you upstairs and know what the two of us are doing."

That thought made him smile, he wanted people to know that he had claimed the man.

"Yes, Sir," he replied with a low purr. The rope was bringing him pain, it as firmer than the gentle stroked he had gotten from Lycus' hand. He loved the feeling of the rope.

Alek moaned softly as the rope was pulled yet again.

He could feel the pain and the pleasure building up. He loved it. He wanted more. Much more.

How loudly would he cry out? He didn't know.

Loudly, he was sure. He hadn't been under the influences of pain like this when he came since he was Lycus' Slave. He didn't know.