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His Master didn’t return until after dinner. Oriel had burrowed under his blanket and hoped to be left alone as noises came from the bedroom, but no such luck. He heard the lock being undone after a couple of minutes, and the door squeaked open.
“You should already be on your knees and waiting for my command if you see me unlocking the door,” said Roth.
Oriel hurried to get on his knees as his heart thudded. Roth snapped his fingers and pointed, so he crawled out. Roth forced him to his stomach and yanked his hands behind his back so he could cuff them.
“If you're a good boy, and you cum, I’ll give you balm.”
Helpless with the leather cuffs buckled and attached, Oriel couldn’t help but stiffen as he was pulled up to his knees. Maybe the servant hadn’t said anything, but Roth didn’t need a specific reason to do whatever to him.
“Follow me.” He walked backward into the bedroom as he started loosening his clothes. His coat went first and landed on the floor, then his vest, and he finally started undoing his shirt buttons. The sliver of his chest widened as each one was undone.
Oriel's mouth went dry as he inched forward on his knees. He’d known this would happen at some point, but it didn't make it easier.
“If things were different, and I’d been at your court, I bet you would have been all over me, and I would have let you do whatever you want to me.” Roth’s tail fluffed out as he slipped off his shirt and let it drop.
What the fuck? Roth didn’t seem like he’d let anyone top him. He was also one of those who enjoyed kink that went to the point of torture. Oriel’s desires had never gone that far.
“Anything,” hissed Roth. “Get on the bed and await my pleasure. Or displeasure if you decide to be a brat. I'll tie you up and make you hold a stress position all night.”
Oriel’s stomach twisted as he stood by the bed so he could get on it. He fell forward amongst the thick bedding since he couldn’t use his hands.
“Stay.”
Oriel tried to calm his breathing and go elsewhere in mind, but he heard and felt everything: the way the bed dipped and creaked, the cork on the oil bottle, a leg against his, and Roth’s slick fingers pouring oil down his crack.
“I’m going to keep you marked at all times.” He flipped Oriel onto his back and started oiling his own cock. “Uh-uh. Eyes open or else.”
Oriel forced himself to look at him. This wasn’t fair. Roth even got to control his mind. He couldn’t leave if had to look and see the red hair and ears. Roth’s cat-like pupils had widened with lust, and he leaned down to kiss Oriel.
The gentleness of his lips and the prodding of his tongue was so foreign, Oriel stiffened further. It had to be a trap. Something painful would happen at any second. Roth reached between them to grip both of their cocks together, and he started stroking them.
“If I'd been at your court, I would have let you hold me down and fuck my brains out,” Roth whispered against his ear. “Anything you wanted.”
To Oriel’s shame, his cock started to harden from the vigorous stroking. He pulled at the cuffs for a moment, wanting to push away Roth’s hands out of pure shame. He hadn’t grown hard when he’d been raped in his room or on the ship, but the time in his room had been too painful and shocking. On the ship, he’d been too weak to do much of anything after the heat, trauma, and so little water.
Now he’d had food, water, and more sleep, so his body simply responded to the touch. Roth probably thought he secretly loved this.
Roth switched to his left hand, and he reached lower with his other to touch Oriel’s hole.
“Shh,” he whispered when Oriel made a faint noise. His finger was surprisingly gentle as it slid in. “Good pets get rewards. There’s enough oil there for a finger, all right? Just one.”
Oriel moaned when Roth found his prostate and started directly massaging it. Fuck. Oriel would never be able to stop himself from cumming.
“If you don’t cum, I’ll punish you,” Roth whispered before he sank his teeth into Oriel’s shoulder with a growl.
The vigorous strokes and the little pricks of pain made him jerk. He almost wanted to shrivel in shame when he opened his legs wider and bucked. Roth kept stroking his prostate while he jerked their cocks. The double stimulation had Oriel flexing his hips as he pictured Aspen on him. It was Aspen’s finger in him, and his cock rubbing on Oriel’s. It was Aspen’s breath, tongue, and teeth hot on his shoulder.
The orgasm exploded. Aspen grunted against his shoulder as Oriel shook and tried to thrust in the grip.
“Fuck!” he shouted.
Warm cum slicked over their cocks and made them wetter. The orgasm started to ebb, and the finger against his prostate was almost too much.
“Fuuuuck,” Roth managed to get out, which ruined the fantasy since he sounded nothing like Aspen.
He stilled against Oriel who took advantage of the moment to clench his eyes shut. Shit. He’d come like a damn whore for Roth and even welcomed it. He wondered if the threat of punishment had been real. Probably. Roth was a sick bastard, and he probably loved making his slave squirm just to shame him for cumming.
Roth pulled his fangs out and rubbed the side of his face on Oriel’s. “Good boy. What do you say?”
