[M] The Full Moon

Nuzzling up to his Master was so comfortable, leaning in against his soft fur and stealing the heat that radiated from his body.

Chester shook his head softly, he wasn't worn out too much, he doubted playing like that could tire him out during the full moon, he had too much energy to burn.

At least for the time being he could at least sit still.

The longer he sat still, no longer playing around the more he felt it, the stirrings of arousal inside of him, the longer he sat the more he could feel it, at least for now he could ignore it and try to enjoy this bonding time with his Master but he didn't know how long he could last.

Alek's eyes slid shut.

He smiled a little, nuzzling Chester affectionately.

This was nice. With Aodh occupied, he didn't have to worry about the Irishman pouncing on him and attacking him until he fought back and broke the man's legs. Again.

He was oblivious to Chester's current problems. Alek was content to just lie here all night.

They lay together cuddled up like that for about fifteen minutes , Chester let out a small whine but stayed quiet for a while after that, he was trying not to be a problem for Aleksandr.

Another ten minutes past before he began to squirm, he was so accustomed to being passed around each full moon that he never realized the moon had this effect on him.

Master...

He whimpered softly, if his human face were visible he would be blushing darkly as his hips ground against the older Lycan softly, his problem was evident in that moment, his member was rock hard and aching, his small body being slowly consumed with need.

Alek continued to stay blissfully unaware of the boy's problem right up until his hips pressed against him.

The Elder's silver eyes open and glanced down at the boy.

A Wolfish smirk curled his lips.

Are you doing okay there, Chester? Nothing bothering you?

A soft chuckle sounded.

A whimpered plea slipped from the boy's mouth as he looked up at his Master, he knew Aleksandr was teasing him.

The small wolf's eyes clenched tight as he whined softly, his body curling over himself and trembled softly.

He would not have brought it to Aleksandr's attention if it wasn't important, but he had been so worked up earlier and hadn't come at all today, normally on a full moon he would come over and over, his body expected it, and now that it was being denied the boy found himself in physical pain the longer he tried to ignore it.

What do you want, Chester?

His voice was a dark purr; daring the boy to tell him just what he was feeling and what he wanted him to do.

This was cruel and he damn well knew how cruel it was.

That didn't stop him from taking enjoyment out of teasing the boy.

This would be fun.

He looked up at his Master with wide, terrified eyes, he didn't dare tell him what he wanted from him, it wasn't his place to make requests of the man.

Chester curled into a tighter ball but the movement made his arousal rub up against Aleksandr's body, sending a shudder through his body at the small amount of friction.

Please Master...

He whimpered, looking up at the man as he cowered in his curled up ball.

It hurts...

The inner conflict was evident in the boy's eyes, did he request this of his Master and get punished for being selfish or stay quiet and suffer through this?

I want...you to fuck me and let me come...please Master....

The boy hung his head slightly, lowering his gaze, ashamed by the fact he had asked that of Alek.

A wider smirk curled his lips when the boy finally whimpered out his plea.

That was what he had wanted.

Alek stood, drawing all attention to himself. He had been sat curled up for so long so silently.

If you'll excuse me and Chester. Come, Chester.

He strolled off at a languid pace, stopping only to shift back when he reached the back door.

"Transform back and follow me."

He padded through the halls, smirking as he avoided the stairs leading upwards to descend the steps into the basement. Chester wouldn't have seen this room since he had first met them.

He had expected to be scolded for asking such a thing of his Master, but he knew just because he asked didn't mean he would get what he wanted, Aleksandr would probably torment him further, his Master was sadistic after all.

Chester hid hid current state well as he padded behind Aleksandr, leaving everyone else in the clearing.

He shifted back and followed the man through the halls, a small whine leaving his lips as they passed the hall leading toward their bedroom instead heading downstairs.

He had seen this place before, he remembered when he saw the heavy door that lead to the dungeon, that knowledge didn't fill him with hope, he was going to be tormented.

The Lycan purred as he glanced over the multitude of toys that the two of them could play with.

Oh, this was going to be very very fun.

"What should we play with first?"

Hmm...

"On your knees in the middle of the floor. Hands behind your back. Eyes shut."

Even in his aroused state he could still follow orders, he was too scared of being punished by orgasm denial at this point that he would do anything the man asked him without question or hesitation.

Chester quickly padded into the middle of the room and knelt down, placing his hands behind his back, clasping his hands together softly as his eyes slid closed.

Not being able to see was always unnerving but he followed his Master's movements by sound, listening intently as he moved about the room.

The first thing Alek found himself was a nice blindfold.

He secured it around the boy's head with a little smirk. Now Chester wouldn't be able to see at all.

"You're going to be sore and very very satisfied by the end of this," he purred in the boy's ear. Tonight would be very intense for the boy.

"Bend over and finger yourself for me."

As soon as he felt the fabric drape over his eyes he knew what it was, he was having his sight taken away for the night, that meant his other senses would get stronger, included in that, touch, every touch would be so much more intense.

The purr in his ear made him shiver, he was going to be sore, that thought excited him immensely because he knew Alek would not fail to satisfy him if he had set out to do so.

Chess pushed himself onto his hands and knees, bending his body over until his ass was in perfect view, at which point he brought his hand to his entrance, pushing two fingers into himself firmly, moaning loudly as he began to thrust them.

The Lycan's eyes watched the boy intently as he began fingering himself.

"I want you to increase the number of finger until you're fisting yourself." He wanted to see the boy fist himself.

"But do not come."

He padded across the room to pick something up, purring as he looked over it. This would do nicely.

The boy's toes curled tightly at that order, he was going to have his own fist inside of himself but he wasn't allowed to come, that was a cruel request given the fact he had been doubled over in arousal a few moments before.

Slowly he added fingers, three, then four, thrusting them a few times as he readied himself, pushing his thumb in a another low moan, twisting and thrusting his hand slowly until he pushed himself over his knuckles, pressing down with his hips and pushing up with his hand until he took himself to his wrist.

Chester squirmed with a tormented whimper as he felt his body react around his hand, his body thrust back on his hand, arching his back so he could reach better and he slowly fisted himself for the Lycan.

The Lycan purred loudly. Now that really was a beautiful sight.

He loved the sight of the boy's ass taking in his fist so easily. It truly was a beautiful sight. Something he was sure Lycus would be sorely missing at the moment.

His arm reared back and the lather crop slapped the boy's backside, leaving a nice dark red line blazing across his skin.

"Scream for me."

The boy screamed out, his body lurching forward as he was struck, that blow definitely came as a surprise and it was the shock rather than the actual strike that had him reacting like that.

Chester was hesitant to thrust his fist any faster or rougher, he had been told not to come, as such he didn't want to do anything that would risk him going against his Master's orders.

Still he wanted to make the man happy and seeing him like this really did make Aleksandr purr loudly.

His hand thrust into himself slightly rougher, his now marked backside pushing back onto his fist.

The crop stroked over the boy's red skin gently.

"You look so good like that."

The crop met with his skin sharply again.

Alek smirked as he watched the boy. Did he want to torture him more or let him finally come?

"How much do you want to come?"

The boy let out a long moan as the crop met his skin again, followed by a soft whine as his body continued to move against his fist eagerly.

"So much Master, so so much."

He muttered softly, his head lulling forward as his body continued to thrust, arousal burned through him and he wanted to release.

He could feel moisture seeping from his tip, beading and glistening there, he refused to let himself come until he was allowed to but it was easy to see just by looking at him that the boy would burst soon enough.

"Then you may come."

He was going to force as many orgasms out of the boy as he felt like tonight. He'd have fun satisfying the boy tonight.

"Don't stop fisting yourself."

He wanted to see the boy writhe as he continued fucking himself like that.

It'd be beautiful.

This entire time he had not once touched his arousal, instead it hung there needily as he impaled himself on his own fist.

Regardless of that fact as soon as Aleksandr said he could come the boy erupted, spilling out over the floor as his head tossed back in a loud cry.

A shudder ran through his body as his entrance clenched down against his own hand, throbbing in satisfaction as he continued to thrust it in and out of himself, taking his hand in deeper and deeper.

With each hard thrust of his fist his member offered up a little more, pulsing as small drops of moister dripped from his tip onto the floor.

Alek purred when the boy's head tossed back.

The tip of his crop stroked down his back and thighs gently, rearing back to leave a nice red line on his skin occasionally.

"Lick it up. I want that floor clean."

If Chester was anything less than an Elf or Lycan, Alek wouldn't have ordered that. But Elves and Lycan weren't likely to pick up any nasty germs from licking the floor.

He wanted to see the boy struggle with cleaning the floor completely without seeing what he was doing. How much would he get on his face instead of in his mouth? How much would he leave?

Each strike of the crop pulled small whimpering moans from the boy as he shuffled back slightly.

He was told not to stop fisting himself, as such his hand continued to move as he lowered his head.

If it wasn't for his ability to smell his own mess he wouldn't have been able to find it, his eyesight was completely taken away.

His tongue poked out of his mouth without hesitation, this was something he didn't enjoy, cleaning up Aleksandr or Lycus was completely different to licking his own semen off of the floor.

Still he did it, dipping his nose into the white liquid accidentally as he leaned down to lap it up as best he could, he could feel it on his chin and lips, it was difficult avoiding getting it on himself like this.

Alek stood back and watched the boy silently, holding the crop behind his back.

His lips quirked upwards in amusement as his nose dipped into the mess on the floor.

Chester was being very obedient. Sometimes Alek wanted to see just what he could order Chester to do before the boy snapped and refused to do it. It was a very childish idea coming from the Elder but it was something he thought about often.

"Enjoying yourself there, Chester?"

It took a lot for something to upset Chester, he was use to being treated badly, for him to refuse to do something, it would be quite serious.

The boy answered honestly, shaking his head softly as his tongue darted out, lapping up more moister from the floor.

This was something he would endure, not something he could enjoy, at the end of the day he had asked for this, he wanted to be satisfied as such he had to put up with the good and the bad. If he wanted to avoid this sort of treatment he would have just rested out in the forest.