Samandriel cried out loudly with every strike, voice steadily growing more raw by the moment as Carrick had his way with him. Head dropped low, he managed, "Yes, my lord. As it pleases you, please." No wasn't an option at this point, just like with the plug vibrating as just the right angle, thinking wasn't really one either. "Want to be perfect for you, master. Please...please make me so." He was already bleeding in places still, skin stained with it from all the cuts the vampire had sliced into him. The persistent ache of his cock was easier to ignore when the rest of him hurt more than it did.