[C][M] The illusion of freedom

Silt groaned and writhed in his binding, watching the man intently as his body was teased and torn.

His body pressed up against the nails that tore at his skin.

The more the human tormented and hurt his body the more he wanted the man.

Obedience would not come from a long time yet, but if nothing else, he yearned for the man.

Dario pulled Silt in for another kiss.

"You want pleasure," he purred, fingers sliding down to stroke the Demon's entrance gently. He didn't move to push into him, though. Just tease him.

"How much do you want it? How much do you want me to fuck you, whore?"

His fingers slid upwards to rub firmly at the broken skin of the Demon's balls.

He kissed the man eagerly, pushing forwards as Dario pulled away, giving a soft, whined growl.

His body tensed slightly as the fingers pressed to his entrance, he didn't know what to expect, pleasure or pain.

"More than you could comprehend, Master."

He muttered, it was a true statement, humans didn't feel the same levels of lust that demons did.

A loud moan slipped through his lips as his balls were rubbed, bringing attention back to his wounds.

Dario's free hand reared back and slapped Silt's cheek firmly. "Don't growl at me." He didn't appreciate the growling, even if it was a desperate noise made because of a sudden lack of pleasure.

He was going to train Silt as his good little whore.

"Should I give you pleasure now, or tease you a little more?" he asked in a purr, his hand sliding down to pinch a nipple, twisting it sharply.

Did he want to see Silt writhe in pleasure or desperation?

The demon gave a huff as he was slapped and scolded, he couldn't help his natural reactions to things.

"Which ever pleases you, Master."

He replied before groaning and writhing as his nipple was abused yet again.

His tongue swiped over his lips as he gazed down at Dario's hands on his chest, hands which had tormented him so far.

And so Silt was back to being more obedient again. Good.

Seeing as he was being so good again, Dario would play nice and give the Demon his pleasure.

It was well earned.

The human leant over to pull open the drawer of his bedside table, pulling out a bottle.

Dario held up the bottle to show Silt before flicking open the cap. Proof that he wasn't going to go in dry this time.

He had been with Doms before, they always asked that question and more often than not it was a trick and they would do the opposite just to show him that they were in control.

By answering obediently there was a higher chance that they would give him what he wanted.

It was mutually beneficial, plus, he had rather enjoyed the moaned noise Dario had made when he had first called him 'master' he would like to see the man like that again.

His gaze trailed over the bottle, it seemed that the human had finally decided to be kind.

It didn't take long for Dario to slick the lube over his arousal and fingers.

He teased the Demon's entrance with his wet fingers, pushing his thighs apart with his other hand.

"I'm going to fuck you nice and hard then I'm going to leave you hanging here until I feel like fucking you again," he purred as he pushed two fingers into the Demon, twisting them firmly.

He was going to make sure Silt knew he was the one in charge, even when he wasn't giving Silt his attention. He was going to train him to be a good little whore.

Silt's thighs parted willingly as they were prompted.

A dark purr sounded as Dario spoke, he was looking forward to it, he really was, even if he was abandoned here and had to wait a long time for the man to come and get him.

He gave a pleased groan as the fingers pushed into him, his body clenching around them eagerly.

The human would be able to feel how his body accepted the fingers without a fuss, Silt could take quite a large intrusion into his body, even without preparation, hell-spawn weren't known for being gentle so his body adapted.

Dario was pleased about the Demon's looseness.

He wasn't know for being gentle unless he was with Hayden. He'd be using Silt as roughly as he pleased and now he knew he was loose, he wouldn't be holding back.

His fingers pushing into him hard and fast, spreading to stretch him. It was better to at least stretch him a little, even if he was loose. Dario wasn't small.

Silt relaxed in his bond, moaning as the man's large fingers thrust into him.

He was finally getting some well earned pleasure, he wanted to be pounded into relentlessly until he could no longer sit comfortably and would be limping down the street.

More than that he wanted what Dario had promised, he wanted his backside filled to the brim with the man's release.

The human was impatient. He wanted to feel the man's body clenching around him sooner rather than later.

And so he decided that Silt would just have to deal with a little painful stretching. Dario just wanted to fuck him.

His fingers pulled out of the man and curled around his thighs, lifting him and slowly lowering him onto his arousal.

Dario groaned softly, eyes fluttering shut.

Silt's lips parted as he was lowered onto the man's body.

This human was large, up with the larger men he had taken before. He gave a soft gasp as he was lowered further than expected, slowly taking the man's entire length.

Not only was Dario thick but he had the length to match and as Silt sat on top of him he knew what full felt like yet again.

His body was stuffed full of every hard inch that Dario had to offer him.

The demon gave a delighted shudder, his hips writhing, he could barely stop himself from thrusting against the man and impaling himself.

Dario groaned as Silt began writhing on top of him.

Fuck, that felt good.

The human's hips rocked as his hands clenched tightly around the Demon's hips, guiding his movements.

His pace was neither gentle or slow. He didn't have the patience for that. Not when Silt felt so fucking tight around him.

Silt's head tossed back in a loud moan as he was thrust into and the pace was set.

This felt amazing, after being teased like that all he wanted was a good hard fucking. His body moved as Dario guided his hips, thrusting and deepening each movement that Dario made.

Silt bit into his own lip sharply as his eyes heated, alive with arousal and yearning.

This human had a god-cock and right now all he wanted to do was take it until his ass bled.

Dario leaned up to kiss the Demon soundly.

This felt good. He had someone bound and suspended and loose enough to let him fuck him.

The human's nails pierced Silt's skin as he leaned down to tear into Silt's nipple again.

He wanted to hear Silt cry out.

Silt kissed the man back, his tongue tracing the seem of his lips before nipping at them playfully.

He grunted softly between moans as his skin was pierced and his nipple torn into.

It felt so good to be played with again, especially by someone who liked it rough.

Dario lived and breathed the definition of rough sex. He was not a gentle person to most people and that was how he was.

Rough sex and Dario came hand in hand and Silt was finding that out first hand.

His hips rocked hard, the skin of his pelvis slapping against Silt's backside over and over.

The man would definitely be feeling this soon.

Silt loved having his ass this full, the feeling of his body stretching around the man, accepting him as he thrust into his body brutally over and over again.

He wanted to leave this apartment limping, he wanted to have even more blood smeared between his legs as well as marks covering his body.

"Master....more..."

He groaned out, moaning with each hard thrust of Dario's hips

Dario was happy to give the man more.

His hips rocked harder, nails scraping at the Demon's skin as he groaned. Fuck, this felt good.

He bit into Silt's shoulder as blood bubbled up under his nails.

His hips rocked hard and fast, arousal driving into the Demon with reckless force.

Silt finally cried out as he was thrust into recklessly, it could feel the heat in his stomach but also in his backside, the constant hard thrusting was causing immense friction inside of him and heating his skin.

Some relief came as his insides gave, Dario's force had split him open internally, causing blood to trickle out of his entrance, smearing over the human's length.

He writhed and jerked in his bindings, thrusting himself back against the man, impaling himself deeply as his arousal bounced in the air with each movement, standing tall as it was neglected.

This was what he wanted.

He wanted Silt to cry out, scream as he was fucked without care.

Silt wanted to be sore after, he was going to be sore after. Very sore. Sore enough that he'd definitely be limping out of here when they were done.

"Who do you belong to?" he grunted against Silt's shoulder before his teeth sank into the flesh again.

Silt belonged to him right now and he would for as long as he was trussed up like this on his bed.

Silt's voice hitched in his throat as his shoulder was bitten into, the threshold of pleasure and pain blurred into a muddy mix where he could not tell one from the other and they both fuel his desire.

"You, Master, I belong to you!"

He cried out before groaning his body unable to stay still as he yanked on his bindings, he wanted to come so badly but his arousal was still yet to be touched at all.

Dario chuckled when Silt fought against the traps and bindings keeping him suspended.

The Demon wasn't going anywhere. Dario was quite happy keeping him trussed up like this until he felt the need to let him free.

He didn't feel the need at the moment.

Taking mercy on the man, he drew his nails over his hip painfully before stroking his arousal slowly, teasing him with feather light touches to his shaft, not touching his head yet.

He drew in a breath through clenched teeth as the man's nails racked over his hips, his writhing worsening for a moment.

Silt's head fell forward in a moan as his arousal was finally stroked.

These weren't the hard, fast pumps that he had been hoping for, the man continued to tease him even when giving him what he wanted.