[C][M] Good to see you again, dear boy

"O-Oh God," Den whimpered as the body was held up.

Fuck. Fuck.

He had seen dead bodies before. He'd lived with his brother when he'd belonged to Tony. He'd lived in the roughest part of town for years. Seeing dead bodies wasn't, unfortunately, a hugely uncommon thing for him.

But being so close to one freaked him out.

Poor Den was left with the woman's body for thirty minutes.  

Gerhard slowly came to a stop at his little slice of heaven and parked the car.  

"I'll save this one for later." He said, talking about the police officer.  He sounded like he was just talking about groceries.  

He pulled Den out of the car and looked to see if the human was still aroused.

Den was indeed still hard, but it had taken a lot of effort to keep himself so.

When he was finally dragged out of the boot, his eyes were a little glassy with tears and he felt rather shameful. But his cock was still hard.

His eyes dropped to the ground.

Gerhard was impressed.  
Very impressed. 
"Good boy." He whispered, taking the chain and leading the human down to his cellar.  
There was no bed in the cellar.  But Ger had already set it up into a proper dungeon.  
"These are your new toys." Gerhard said to the boy, letting go of leash and allowing Den to look around. 
"If you're a good pet, I'll buy you more." Gerhard explained.

His lips twitched just slightly upwards at the praise, though he still felt very shameful.

He followed behind Ger silently, eyes on the ground as he was led through the house.

He did look up when the leash was dropped.

Biting his lip, Den began looking around.

For a monster as depraved as Gerhard, shameful was praiseworthy.  
Horrifying was alluring.  
And suffering was pleasure.  
There were all sorts of toys, but most of them were not like Den's collection.  
These toys were violent tools of torture, some even looking medival.

Den's eyes wandered over the toys.

So few of them were like his own. Not a lot of them were for pleasure.

That made him nervous. Pleasure had always been what he'd focussed on when he played. Was that going to change now?

Hew chewed on his lip, breaking the skin. Blood trickled into his mouth.

Ger again took Den's leash and pulled harshly on it. 

"You are not to wound yourself.  That's my job." He sneered.  

He then took Den's cheek - the gashed one - into his hand and kissed the human forcefully.  He bit down on Den's bottom lip and gave a violent tug.

"Sorry," he breathed immediately.

He winced when his cut up cheek was gripped, but he pressed himself into the kiss.

Den whined as his lip was tugged.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Gerhard asked the boy in between kisses.  

Regardless of the answer, he was going to have his way with Den.  

But he was pretty sure Den would say yes.  And so Ger wanted to hear him beg.  Begging was so intoxicating.

"Yes."

His tongue delved into Ger's mouth, tracing his teeth, memorising his taste.

"God yes," he breathed.

The man hummed, finding that he oddly enjoyed the fact that this human actually wanted to have sex with him.  

Rape was more fun.  But this wasn't so bad.  

"I don't believe you.  I should just leave you down here to rot." He teased, scraping his nails down Den's back.

His back arched, body pressing against Ger's.

"Please," he whimpered softly.

His kisses descended from Ger's mouth, to pepper over the man's cheek and neck. His tongue laved out, running over Ger's neck between little kisses.

"Please fuck me."

Pleased with the desperate tone in Den's voice, Gerhard took the leash in his hand and lead Den over to a wooden table.  

"Bend over." He ordered.  When Den complied, he latched the boy's wrists to the opposite end of the table.  

He then bound Den's ankles to the legs of the table.  

Den was all spread and bound.  A perfect little piece of ass for the taking.  

With no lubrication at all, Gerhard stuck his fingers into the young man's entrance and started to stretch him out.

Den leant over the table, eyes sliding shut as he relaxed against the wood.

The restraints around his wrists and ankles excited him, but the fingers pushing into him made him cringe.

It wasn't so pleasurable without lube.

"What's the matter?  Have you changed your mind?" Gerhard asked when he saw Den cringing.  

He didn't stop though.  He kept stretching and prodding.

Den clenched his teeth together.

The friction was rough and more than a little uncomfortable. But did he want Ger to stop?

Did he want this to be more comfortable? Yes. Of course he did.

But what would come of that? He didn't want to find out.

Den slowly shook his head.

"Then beg for it." Ger ordered with clenched teeth, reaching up to start pulling Den's hair roughly.

Den inhaled sharply as his hair was pulled.

"Please."

Ger wouldn't go in dry, would he? It would be just as uncomfortable for Ger as it would be for Den. In his experience, most sadists didn't really enjoy feeling pain themselves. Would Ger be one of those sorts?

Gerhard didn't like receiving pain.  It didn't pleasure him at all.  It was giving pain that he lived for.  That was the real joy in his life.  

Unbeknownst to Den, Ger had unfastened his trousers and was stroking himself.  

He was working up a nice amount of pre.  

That was all he needed.  

Gerhard had a pain tolerance like no other.  And he knew after the first few plunges, things would smooth out and get comfortable.  

Den would just need a little adjusting.

Den groaned as Ger didn't let up his pace.

His eyes screwed shut and he bit his lip to trying and help himself focus and get through the uncomfortable feeling of the fingers pushing into him dry.

His breathing was getting deeper, and would soon escalate into little pants.

"Please, Sir."

Ger pulled his fingers from the human and positioned his slicked up member at Den's puckering star.  

He pushed in slowly. He had to take it slow.  It would have been impossible to go hard.  

He groaned as he felt the young man's hole stretching around him, the warm insides gripping his arousal.  

"Oh I have such big plans for you, boy." He grunted in a husky tone.

A shudder of pleasure ran through him as he felt Ger's member press against him.

He licked his lower lip, then bit down on it with a little moan as Ger began to push into him.

The pace was slow, torturousy slow.

Under the larger man's body, Den writhed a little in desperation, back arching slightly.

Gerhard chuckles.  

"Aren't you going to ask what those plans are?" He asked in an amused tone, thrusting in and out in that agonizingly slow pace.  

"Or is it the danger of not knowing that excites you?" He whispered.

A little whine escaped him as the slow pace continued. Oh how he wanted Ger to jsut fuck him hard. The friction would definitely be uncomfortable, but the burn...

"Yes," he replied in a groan.

And it was. Not knowing what was going to happen? Letting his imagination run wild excited him to no end.