[M] A Real Workout

Chester had noticed them staring at him, and it unnerved him slightly, he knew well enough what he must look like compared to the rest of these hulking brutes.

He was small and dainty looking, too feminine to ever hope of fitting in amongst this crowd.

In the time it took for the other men to strip off, tossing their clothes on the floor Chester was naked, his belongings folded in a neat pile on the floor and he stood, butt naked, his hand protectively covering his crotch, cupping himself in his small hand, trying to hide his shame as he looked up at the two Masters, his bright eyes wide in nervousness, a dusting of pink coating his cheeks as he gnawed on his lower lip.

"Hands clasped behind your backs, children. I told you to strip for a reason."

There were more than a few men covering themselves with their hands. How pathetic. Did they really think that he asked them to strip to stare at their chests? He wanted to see what they had to offer.

He walked down the line of men, eyeing them slowly as he asked them their names and ages, matching their details to their applications in his mind.

Finally he got to Chester.

"Your not exempt from my orders, precious," he crooned mockingly. "Hands behind your back," he snapped firmly. "Name. Age. Species."

As adorable as the kid was, looking cute wasn't going to get him anywhere.

Chester's eyes flicked up to Aleksandr as the man stood over him, the blush on his cheeks darkening as he shifted his weight from foot to foot nervously.

He didn't want to expose himself like this, more often than not he was gawked at and shunned for stripping like this in front of people, he was ashamed.

"I...I'm sorry Sir...its just I..."

A soft whine left his lips as he looked down the line, everyone was staring at him and he could see Lycus over Aleksandr's shoulder glaring down at him with disapproval.

The boy took in a deep breath which shook more than he hoped it would.
"Chester Thompson, two hundred and twenty eight, Hybrid Elf and Lycan."

Hesitantly he moved his hands away from himself and put them behind his back, letting his shame be seen.

His lips pressed together as the boy stuttered at him.

Chester was lucky that Alek had some form of patience. Otherwise he would have told him to leave already.

His brows shot up as the boy's hands moved, turning an impressed gaze over his shoulder to the Elf. Immediately his mind turned to Lycus taking that. He gave a soft shudder of delight.

"All right, men. Now Lycus will show you a portion of a Session that will be happening in the future to the lucky man we choose."

Alek smirked over his shoulder at Alek as he moved across the room, firs picking up a nice large plug from the wall of equipment before padding towards the cross.

"None of you are allowed to touch yourselves," he added as an afterthought as he knelt in front of Lycus, offering the plug to him silently. Lycus had control now.

Lycus had no such patience, he was about to tell the boy to get dressed and leave as he moved his hands, silencing the Elf before he even started...that was...wow...

He smirked back at Aleksandr he too had a similar thought but it was the Lycan taking it, not him, he would pay to see that, seems the little boy did have some talent.

Lycus took the plug from the man and brought it to his own lips, sexualizing himself would hopefully get them to try a little harder.

The Elf laved his tongue over the toy as he gazed over at the applicants, his eyes flicked back down to Alek, staring down at the man as he moved behind him as pressed the plug to his backside.

He pushed it in slowly, twisting it as he got to the widest point.
"Stand, get up against the cross."
He ordered, the crop in his hand striking him firmly under the chin as he used the braided leather to push him onto his feet.

"We are not nice Masters, I will not stop just because you scream and beg me to, I will stop when I want to stop.

I have no time for weaklings, if you think this..."
He motioned to the crop in his hand, bending it until the leather creaked in agony before snapping in his grasp.
"Is the worst you will get then you are wrong, this is my whip, it will be your best friend if you misbehave, or, if I am feeling playful."

Lycus tied Aleksandr in place before pulling the chain whip from his belt, letting the sharp metal drag across the floor.

The Elf reared his arm back cracking the chain against the Lycan's back, carving into his flesh brutally.

Alek groaned softly as the plug was pushed into him slowly. He could feel himself stretching around it, picture how it must have looked.

The imagery got him hot and bothered and the anticipation for what was to come was arousing him further.

He stood obediently when the crop struck his chin, turning to the cross and spreading out, legs parting and hands moving to grip the edges of the cross. The plug was visible between his cheeks as he made himself comfortable standing against the cross.

He stood silently, listening to Lycus speak, the soft utters from the potential Slaves watching. This would be amusing.

Alek sighed softly when the crop snapped. That was one of his favourites.

The Lycan cried out on pleasurable agony when the chains cut across his back, hands clenching into fists.

Fuck.

Lycus knew he would be paying for breaking the crop later, what Aleksandr didn't know is that he had placed a special order with some rather talented Elven crafters, a celebratory gift if and when they found their new Slave.

He could hear people cursing and dry heaving behind him, how disappointing, another batch of duds.

The Elf grunted as he reared the whip back again, slicing a perfect X into the Lycan's back.

Again he cracked the whip, tearing through chunks of skin and muscle, severing the Lycan's back to ribbons.

He sighed softly as the sound of someone throwing up came from behind him, how sheltered were these people that a little gore set them off like that?

Alek grunted when he was struck again and again, writhing against the cross almost violently as pain coursed through him.

His arousal was hard, pressed to his stomach and begging for attention as the Elf tortured him.

His lips parted in a soft whine as he pressed his backside out a little, showing off the plug stretching him.

"Please, Master," he whimpered softly.

Three whippings and he already wanted to come.

"I didn't tell you to talk or present your ass, stand straight."

He ordered, cracking the whip across the man's backside, a soft purr rumbled in his chest as he watch Aleksandr intently, God he looked good strung up like that, stuffed and bleeding.

Amongst the disgusted curses and scared whimpers a noise sounded that was barely audible, to the point the Elf's long pointed ears almost didn't capture it.

A small moan. Not one of the disgust but one of pleasure and longing, one of them actually wanted this?

A smirk pulled at Lycus' lips as he paused for a moment, that was promising.

He whimpered softly, standing straight again.

Lycus was such a cruel Master when he wanted to be. It was exactly what a painslut like Alek adored. Being punished so brutally for such small things was blissful torture.

Alek noticed the moan, too.

He grinned widely to himself.

Finally someone up to par. He wondered idly who it was, though didn't move to take a look. He'd probably end up with that whip across his face if he did.

He whimpered softly again.

"That's better."

The Elf made his way up to the Lycan, his hand stroking over the man's torn up backside before he smacked the cut firmly, his finger dripped between his cheeks to grip the plug, twisting on it sharply.

"This was merely a demonstration, if you were being punished things would be much more brutal and you would not be touched at the end, simply left there be bleed.

However, this is simulating a session."

The Elf smirked softly as his hand slipped around the cross, grasping onto Aleksandr's member and stroking the hardened flesh firmly as he toyed with the plug.

He hissed softly when Lycus smacked his cut up backside.

That hurt so good.

He moaned loudly, head lolling to the side to rest on one of his suspended arms, gazing at the lined up 'men' through half-lidded eyes. Most of them looked like they were ready to bolt at a moments notice.

What a shame.

Alek groaned loudly, hips rocking against the Elf's hand and the plug as he was moved inside of him.

He whimpered and moaned softly again.

"Spanks and biting don't make you a pain-slut, reactions like this do, he has been sliced open and he is still rock hard and wanting more.

If you can't do that, you're not what we are looking for, if you don't look at that whip with longing then you may as well leave now."

He said sternly, looking back at the pathetic excuse for Slaves.

He turned his attention back to Aleksandr his hand stroking him firmly while the other began to thrust the rather large plus into him.

"You going to come for me Aleksandr?"

He purred in the man's ear, his body pushing up against the Lycan as he nipped it.

Alek couldn't have phrased that better himself.

It was reactions not endurance that made a painslut. You could endure being whipped but what made you a painslut was enjoying being whipped.

He groaned, hips rocking much more eagerly against the plug as it was thrust in and out of him. He could feel his entrance stretching with each thrust.

It felt so good.

His lips parted slightly. "Yes, Master."

He could feel heat pooling in the pit of his stomach already. Being whipped them fucked with such a large toy was definitely enough to make him come.

"Show them how much you enjoyed that, I want you to come, show these weaklings what it means to be a pain-slut."

He purred in the man's ear, loud enough that the group would be able to hear him as he dutifully pumped the Lycan, long and fast, his thumb rubbing up against his slit.

The toy moved faster, thrusting into his hard, stretching his entrance, the sight of which had Lycus licking his lips.

Alek groaned loudly in response.

That whip was his weakness. Just a few whipping from such a torturous device had him craving his release.

Said release came quickly.

He clenched around the toy stretching him, crying out as he came hard. Twice already he had come like this today. It was spectacular.

With a soft whine, he looked up at Lycus, writhing a little.

He knew better than to decide whether this demonstration was over himself. Lycus decided everything at the moment. For all he knew, Lycus could be planning to have the slaves come up and tease him a little, looking at him, observe what it was like to be in a Session like that.

Lycus pressed a kissed to the man's neck, his tongue darting out to lap up a smear of blood which spread over his shoulder.

"That's what we need."

He mutter, lifting his hand to those watching, a mixture of blood a semen coating his skin.

"Can you give us that?"

Reaching down he untied the man's legs, slowly pulling out the plug before untying his arms.

"Lets see which of them look at you with longing now."

He muttered quietly to the Lycan, helping him off of the cross.

Alek groaned softly as the plug was pulled out of him.

He felt empty without it. It was such a big intrusion and clenching around it felt wonderful. He'd have to start wearing one around every now and again. he liked the feeling of it.

He stretched a little then shuddered when he was helped off the cross.

"Anyone that was disgusted by that show may leave now."

All but three left.

Three. What a disappointment.

He was surprised, however, at the remaining presence of Chester. The boy still stood in his spot behind his neatly piled stack of clothing.

"Well, you three, it looks like only you are brave enough to even considering becoming our Slave." He grinned widely. "Now we get to actually testing you."

This was the fun part. They hadn't gotten to this stage at all in the last group.

"Which of you wants to be tested first?"

Chester was too excited to move, he didn't want to go first, he didn't know what they would ask or what they would do.

All he knew that watching Aleksandr had him squirming, not out of disgust but desire, the looks he got from the other applicants when he moaned were enough to make his stomach churn with embarrassment.

When they asked who would go first the boy looked down at his bare feet, hoping that avoiding eye contact would mean he didn't get picked, he could handle a lot but speaking out made him nervous, he would rather have fifty lashings with that whip then have to talk in public.

A young man took a half step forwards, eyes flickering up to Aleksandr then Lycus before flickering to his feet.

"I will, Master's," he muttered softly.

He stood silently, waiting for one of them to step forwards to start testing him.

He was both nervous and excited for this.

When he had heard about it he had jumped at the chance. His last Mistress and he had parted months before and he had been looking for a Master that wasn't scared to show him a lot of force.

This was the chance he had been looking for to get a good Master again.

"Good boy."

The blood stained Elf walked up to him, grasping one of his arms and checking for any needle pricks or scabbing.

"Do you use any substances? Marijuana, cocaine, methamphetamine's, excessive alcohol?"

He asked bluntly, checking his other arm before moving to check between his toes for any trace of needle use that he would try to hide.

"How's your health? No illness or past injuries, brittle bones, torn muscles?"

Li shook his head.

He had when he was human but that life was long gone now. He hadn't touched anything since - not even alcohol. Clean life, clean slate.

"Broken leg when I was human and a couple times I've had to have transfusion due to bloodloss in previous Sessions, master."

His first Master hadn't been all that careful when it came to not bleeding his Slaves out. He'd never been seriously injured in Sessions, but he had lost too much blood on a few occasions.

Otherwise he was healthy as a horse.

He nodded and hummed softly as the man spoke, a few past injuries, nothing too bad.

"What experience do you have? What was your last Master like, what fetishes do you have and what activities have you been apart of?

Exhibitionism, masochism, bondage, confinement, orgasm control or denial?"

They wanted experience, he wanted to know all the details before choosing someone.

"She was loving. Sadistic but good with after care."

She had been the best Dominant he had had so far. He had loved her and she him.

Fetishes he had... "Humiliation. Pegging. Fantasy play, including occasionally petplay. Outdoor bondage, including exhibitionism. CBT."

He nodded as Lycus listed off a few things. "All except confinement, though it is something I'd be willing to try." He'd never been left in tight spaces like cages or small rooms. Not through his own personal preferences but through his previous Masters.

His tongue flicked against the roof of his mouth nervously as his silver gaze flickered up to gauge Lycus' reactions.

Was he impressed with that? Did he want to know more? Did he have a chance?

Lycus' icy cold eyes gave away nothing of what he thought, he showed no preference or inklings of being impressed or unimpressed.

"Alright then, you had a Mistress, have you had Masters before or been with many males?"

He asked as he walked around the boy, leaning down and inspecting his backside, his hand stroking over it slowly before parting his cheeks, his finger stroking over his entrance.

"Inches and width how much do you think you can take in your ass?"

He questioned openly, there was no room for privacy or embarrassment here, they needed to know, he needed to tell, it was simple as that.