The boy couldn't help but shudder under Carrick's touch, his cock aching for release as much as his hole needed to be filled.
"It was not my place to give myself to you, Master," he gasped. "Your kind prided themselves on their loyalty so why do you seek to punish me for mine? I am yours tonight, my lord, and I have done nothing but bend for you. I will give you stories. Stories of Greeks and wars fought before even your time, of Heaven's most terrifying weapons. Absolute. Precise. Wrathful. Of all I have withstood in the name of loyalty and brotherhood and before I am finished, you will understand why your whip will not break me, nor your blades or your fangs."
He licked his lips, muscles tensing as he tried to keep from trembling and couldn't stop himself. "Tonight, I am yours to claim as you please, prey you have taken great joy in hunting for the past weeks. Please, my lord Spartan, take what is yours, what will not resist you, what you do not have to break to follow your commands."