[M] The Full Moon

The boy bit into his own lip harshly, trying to use the sudden pain to distract him from the pleasure he was feeling but it didn't work, if anything it simply made the feeling more intense.

Aleksandr's words weren't helping, the images in his mind were even more torturous.

Chester didn't know what to do, he was being punished for not following and order with something that would have him disobeying another order.

He felt horrible, he didn't want to be a disobedient Slave, he always tried to be the exact opposite but if this kept up he was going to break two orders in one session.

Alek could see the torture marring the boy's face.

Chester was in total emotional pain at the moment. He didn't know what to do with himself. If he let go he'd be disobeying him even more.

This was what Alek had wanted. Chester was a painslut. He couldn't punish him with physical pain. He had to delve deeper than that and punish him with emotional pain.

The boy was caught now. He didn't want to come and disobey another order but Alek was forcing him closer every second and that was upsetting him. It was upsetting him because he didn't want to disobey him.

The Lycan leaned back, flicking the setting on the machine higher so the toys pushed into him harder and faster.

"You may come."

Tears welled in the boy's eyes, he felt trapped with no possible way out, instead of spilling down his cheek they were soaked up into the blindfold which covered them.

The boy cried out and writhed as the machine was turned up, being fucked and being inside someone was too much for the poor boy and as soon as Aleksandr muttered those words he erupted inside of him, spilling everything he had to offer inside of his Master.

Gentle sobbed moans passed his lips as he came, his body slumping against the table as his member throbbed through the aftershocks.

"Each time you disobey an order numerous times, you will be put through something similar to this without the ability to come."

His hips continued to rock against the boy's.

"I will torture you by trying to force you to disobey me further. You're a good boy Chester, I know you'd never want to disobey me intentionally."

He groaned softly as he angled his hips slightly and thrust down, the boy's arousal pressing up against his prostate.

Alek leaned over to untie one of the boy's hands, guiding it to his member, standing up against his stomach. "Make me come."

"I'm sorry Master, I didn't mean to."

He replied as a few more tears were soaked into the blindfold, he was normally so well behaved and when his Master's spoke to him it was often praise, being scolded and punished like that had been a shock to his system, emotional torture wasn't something he was used to.

When his hand brushed against his Master's arousal he gripped onto it and pumped him hard and fast, his thumb rubbing tight circles on his head, he would make it up to Aleksandr the only way he knew how.

Chester didn't dare thrust his hips up into the man, though he knew he would like the sensation it wasn't his place to be setting the pace or thrusting into his Master, instead he stroked the man was good as he could possibly manage.

"I know you didn't."

He stroked the boy's hair gently, a soft smile curling his lips. Chester truly was a good boy. No one could deny that.

Alek purred softly, hips rocking first down against the boy's arousal, then up into his hand.

Chester knew how to make it up to his Master and he was trying his damned best to do so. Alek liked that. No matter how much he scolded the boy, he'd get right back up to prove himself instead of sulking.

The Lycan pushed the blindfold up so the boy's eyes were free again.

He leaned into the hand pushing through his hair, at least the man knew that he didn't mean to misbehave, but it was impossible for someone to be perfect, he was sure that for as long as they owned him that he would make mistakes, he just had to be able to take the punishments and then make it up to them.

Chester blinked a few times as the blindfold was removed, even the low light of the room stung his glassy eyes at the moment as they adjusted to being able to see again.

The boy moaned lowly, the machine was still pounding into him and Aleksandr was still on top of him, his pace sped up, stroking the man intently as he moved.

Alek's thumbs wiped under the boy's eyes gently.

This proved to him that Chester was the perfect Slave. He got so upset over the thought of disobeying him that it bought him to tears.

A perfect Slave wasn't one that made no mistakes. It was one that got truly upset when they made mistakes and strived to be better because of that. Perfectly imperfect. That's what his Chester was.

The Lycan groaned even louder, hips rocking eagerly into the boy's hand.

Chester let his eyes slide closed for a moment as Aleksandr wiped away his tears, a small smile graced the boy's lips slowly, his Master could be so cruel one moment then so tender the next, it was strange to watch but he understood it, when he did well he got this side of Alek but when he displeased the man he got the cruel, stern side of him.

When the man's hips moved more eagerly his hand pumped harder, stroking him quickly as his thumb bore down on his slit roughly, rubbing small circles on him.