|Kane Denzin (masterkane) wrote in retreat_ic,|
@ 2009-02-07 10:59:00
Kane Denzin/ Lukas Ridgeston - Part One
Who: Kane Denzin/ Lukas Ridgeston
When: after Brad/Lukas
Where: Mirrored Play cabin
What: Whipping, sex, lots of mirrors
Lukas looked up from the book he was reading as the guards came to fetch him. He had another booking. He grinned, his first one here had went so well that he was more than ready to sample out another master. He stood, not bothering to mark his page and followed the guards. He stepped into the shower and got clean, not pausing to relax in the warm spray. He was handed clothing and slides into 1 thank them after he's dry. The pants are a bit of a tight fit, and he wiggles his hips to pull the leather up past them. He tucks himself in carefully, and zips up. He manages to miss catching himself with the zip, and grins, snapping in the button. Next comes a tight black muscle shirt, and he slips easily into that one, his nipple rings clearly defined by through the fabric.
He follows the guards to the sixth deck where they pause in front of one of the play cabins and he waits anxiously in order to be let in to see his master for the time being.
Perched on the corner of the bed inside, Kane tapped his long nails down on his tight fitting leather pants and stood as a single knock sounded through-out the cabin. It was about time.
Kane wasn’t very patient at all, and he’d been waiting a little while now. “Come.” He ordered simply, running a finely manicured hand over his perfectly fitted black button down. He didn't bother heading towards the door, he wasn't there to be opening doors for a mere slave, in fact he hated having to open doors for himself as it was. Spoiled? Hell yeah. He walked over to the corner of the room, his black leather boots digging into the plush carpet the only sound in the room. Reaching a hand out, he lifted the cigarette from the tray and brought it to sit between his closed lips, wrinkling his nose at the smell the cigarette gave off. That was the only downfall about smoking, the disgusting smell.
"Hurry up, haven't got all day." He demanded as he heard the guards open the door for the slave to enter. He tucked a strand off hair behind his ear--his hair was down today, more comfortable.--and turned to face the door, his foot tapping a little impatiently.
Lukas walked into the room, getting a brief glimpse of mirrored walls before he sinks into a kneeling position. "Master's slave." he murmurs, eyes on the plush carpet. He'd caught a glimpse of the master's reflection in the many mirrors and was thus reassured that he was in fact a Master and not a Mistress. At least he was pretty sure he was. He carefully kept form, leather clad ass pushed up in the air, face near the ground, waiting for the Master to speak.
Mmm nice. Well so far. Kane stubbed out the cigarette delicately, before rubbing his fingertips together to rid his skin of the nicotine. He licked his lips and walked around him, liking the position he was in very much. He smirked a little as the upturned bottom, clad tightly in smooth shiny leather. Still silent, Kane reached out and caressed the black material he loved so much, and the ass that filled it was round and pleased him. "You may stand." He directed pulling his hand back and staring down at him thoughtfully, stepping back to admire the slave a little more.
"You will undress." He said simply, walking over and perching once again on the corner of the bed, watching him expectantly. He liked to watch, he glanced at his reflection in one of the many mirrors, fixing a strand of hair and smiling smugly before his eyes returned to the slave on the floor. "..Slowly if you please."
Lukas jumps a bit when he feels the hand his ass. The carpet had muffled the man's footsteps so much that he hadn't heard him approach and expected him to still be sitting in the corner staring. He makes a pleased little noise however and stands gracefully. If the master wants a show, he'll get a show. It'd be better if this black shirt had come with buttons, but lacking that he just slowly pushes the shirt up, exposing his hard abs inch by slow inch, hands gently caressing himself as he did so. He looks at the master, tongue coming out to lick his lips as he does so. The master's very pretty, almost feminine. He continues to remove his shirt, allowing his eyes to fall slightly closed, one hand moving to pinch a now exposed nipple.
Watching carefully, eying up the slaves every movement. Kane licked his lips, tasting the cherry gloss on his lips as the shirt slowly slid up to reveal tight muscle, smooth skin and not an inch of fat. Perfect really. Not that he would share that out loud. He made a satisfied sound in the back of his throat as he saw the slaves tongue caress his lips, wetting them; making him lick his own once again. The corner of his mouth twitched in amusement and approval as he pinched his nipple, making his own nipple tingle a little as if it was his own being pinched. "Harder." He murmured, lifting a hand to rub a long nail over his plush lower lip.
He uncrossed and then recrossed his legs as he watched, lids heavy. "And take it off." He instructed almost silently, his eyes glimmering in promise... if he obeyed.
Lukas obeys, squeezing harder with the one hand while the other pulls the tank over his head and tosses it away. He smirks a the man cockily. "Like what you see master?" he asks, his hands slowly sliding down to the fly of his leather pants. He quickly pops the button, and ever so slowly drags the zipper down. He pulls the opening apart, exposing his lower hips and cock to the master's eyes.
His hand gently traces the skin just above his cock, finger running on it while his other hand goes back to playing with his nipple. He shifts a bit, his own manipulations causing some interest to stir in his prick.
Kane thought about honoring the question with an answer, but instead just stared, his expression giving enough of an answer. He had to earn the compliments. As the slave dragged down the zipper, Kane leaned back on a slender arm, burying his fingertips into the smooth silk sheets below him. His eyes dropped down and he smiled a little indulgently, licking his lips again, his tongue piercing rattling against his teeth. Yeah so maybe he was turned on already. He sighed a little and slipped the tip of his finger into his mouth, sucking at it to keep himself quiet.
"Turn around, touch your ass." he said thickly as his finger slipped free from his lips, his manicured hand dropping down to gently rub against the bulge that was forming in his tight leather pants.
Lukas grins as the master answers with his eyes, and he moves to remove his cock from the confining leather. He pulls it out, then moves to stroke his pant legs. He watches in interest as one slim finger slides into his lush lips and his cock twitches with interest.
He hears his order and pauses before letting out a smirk and turning around. He arches his ass out slightly, pushing it towards him, and grabs it, squeezing slightly. His hands glide over the leather, caressing it, then he wiggles it a bit.
Kane decides that he in fact likes this slave AND this room, his eyes slide over the curve of the slaves ass after the hands. He bites down into his lower lip as the round globes of flesh are squeezed, the leather tightening and giving him a better glimpse of skin in the mirror. "Mmm.." he hums happily, pressing his palm down against his now hard groin, nails scratching against the leather.
"Do that again, then pull the pants down... slowly of course..." he said a little louder, his accent thick. He reaches up with a hand and finds his piercing through his shirt tugging it a little in response. He liked making himself wait, liked feeling the heat build up inside of him, testing his limits... pushing them. "I want to see your ass..."
Lukas grins, not missing the reflection of the master in the mirrors, along with his obvious arousal. It turns him on to know that he's doing this to him, always has-it was how he got in the porn business in the first place. He squeezes his ass again, then his hands slide around to his front, slipping in between the leather and his skin. His eyes meet the master's in the mirror, and he gives a little shimmy, pants inching down and exposing flesh. First the crack is exposed slightly, then even farther until his hole is winking at the master. The look Lukas sends him then is heated, his own desire increasing as he teases the master like this.
Almost too turned on to look, Kane forces himself to meet the gaze with a slight lingering one as he watches the show, amused and turned on by the fact that the he watches the slaves cock move as he does a little shimmy. He sits up a little more as the slave is exposed to him, he shifts over the bed and drags his piercing over his bottom lip. He stands slowly, the tight leather pants stretching over his long slender legs as he slowly strides over to him, pressing a hand up against a mirror pane as he let his gaze drag over the slaves form.
"Take them off." He said quietly, reaching out and sliding a hand over the curve of an ass cheek, squeezing gently, feeling how fleshy he was, liking how firm he felt in his hand, yet so soft. He pulled his hand away and folded his hands over his chest, leaning against a mirror.
Lukas watches avidly as Kane walks over to him. He's very graceful, long lean legs encased in leather, the smell of it teasing his senses. His hand stop their downward movement as he watches the master's progress, and he lets out a little moan as the fingers grip his bare ass. His eyes flutter shut for a moment before opening heavily.
The master's voice startles him, and he moves to obey, shoving the pants the rest of the way down his legs and kicking out of them. He keeps his back to the master, but brings one hand down to his cock, giving it a stroke, encouraging it to leap to attention. "You're gorgeous Master." he tells the man in the mirror, tongue again flicking out to caress his lips.
Hearing that pleases Kane of course, though he already knows he is. He still likes hearing it, even from a slave and for a moment Kane finds himself wondering if it's all an act, like an actor repeating his lines to a camera. "Tell me again." He purrs dragging a nail down the muscle in the slaves arm, pushing down a little and loving how it seemed to cave under the heavy touch.
Reaching out to grab a shoulder, Kane firmly pulled him further away from the mirrors and walked around him to see him completely naked. He paused in his stride and smirked a bit, grabbing the nipple rings between his fingers and pulling at them, not bothering to be gentle. Nipple rings weren't there just to be looked at, he knew that. "Undress me."
Lukas hisses, head falling back slightly as he digs into his muscles, and he can't help but flex them slightly beneath his touch. The grin he sends him in the mirror is charming, and a bit full of himself. It doesn't go away as Kane walks around in front of him, knowing he has nothing to be ashamed of. He does however let out a loud gasp as his nipple rings are tugged, sending delicious sparks of pain coursing through him, heading straight to his prick.
"You're beautiful, Master." he tells him again, his hands moving to undress him, hovering over one button. He gently flicks it open, then goes to the second. He leans forward and his tongue jumps out to caress the recently exposed pale skin. "hmm..."
He hadn't been expecting that at all, for the slave to lick him without permission. He's not used to it, he doesn't dislike it but pushes his head away, shaking his own. "Not yet." he said simply, he likes to not only torture others but himself also, making the need grow to so much it's like plucking an overtightened instrument; singing without needing to be touched. As he was being slowly undressed Kane took the time to run his nails down the others spine, feeling each bump under his fingertips before his hand ended up cupped around a smooth globe of flesh.
Kane squeezed, his nails digging in and leaving red marks before he pulled his hand back, slapping it noisily back to the flesh, pleased with the sound it made, enjoying the sting against his hand, making him hum in pleasure, a pleased smile gracing his face. "I like to be teased."
Lukas feels himself pushed away, and he pouts a bit but obeys, his hands continuing to slide down to each button. Eventually the shirt's hanging loose and he slips his hands underneath to gently slide it over his shoulders. He shivers as the master joins in, his nails running down his spine, sending prickles of pleasure through him.
He lets out a pleased little hum of his own as he squeezes his ass, and he grins as he watches him dig his nails into the flesh from a reflection in a mirror. It was nice being able to watch, and he's able to anticipate the smack so that he doesn't jump, although the stinging pain does force a lust-filled groan from him.
Right now Kane is content with how things are going, it's not very kinky yet. But that's alright, they have plenty of time to change that. Again his hand hits the flesh as he watches it redden in the reflection of the mirrors, scratching his nails over the reddened skin. A purring sound started in his throat and he teasingly, slipped a finger down the crack between the slaves ass cheeks, teasing him with a touch before his nails slid back up the man's spine. He shrugged the shirt off completely, removing his hands from the others body and caressing his own flat stomach, and up touching his nipple ring before stopping.
"My pants." He says and leans forwards, inhaling the musky masculine smell of the slave, touching the tip of his tongue to a vein on his neck.
Lukas' hands slide down Kane's chest to his belt, untying the rope. He's amused and a bit astonished to find that what he thought was a belt was a whip, and his breathing sped up. He hopes the master plans on using it and it's not just a tease. He winds the whip up reverently, then sets it gently on the floor before moving on to the button on the top of his tight leather pants. Normally at this point he'd be on his knees, undoing him with his mouth, but Kane had indicated that he wasn't ready for that yet. So instead his fingers deftly work the button, palms of his hands teasingly stroking him. "Hmm..master, such a big lump you have." he quips.
Kane huffed in laughter, the sound cut off as he sighed, not allowing himself a moan as he felt the man teasingly rubbing him through the thick leather, his cock twitching some in it's confinement. He wasn't sure on a reply to that, more important things on his mind as he automatically worked his hips against the soft tease of the hand. "I bet you taste as good as you smell, Ja?" He purred and rubbed his nose up the side of his throat before rolling his tongue out over the skin before biting lightly at his jaw. "Mmm tastes good."
He grabbed the man's hand and pressed it against his aching bulge. "Harder... oh." he growled and pulled at the mans hair roughly. "Taste me now."
Lukas hisses as Kane's tongue and teeth work over his neck and jaw. It sends lovely shivers through him and makes him want to arch his nipples up towards him, offering them up to the savage attention of his teeth. He controls himself however, instead obeying the man's order to press against him harder. His hands grind into the man's groin, pressing down.
As the man yanks on his hair he groans, cock rock hard now. He's not sure where the master wants him to taste, so he goes on the safe side a bit, leaning forward to feast on his neck. Some master's didn't like to kiss, and given the grip he had in his hair he thought it unlikely he had meant his cock.
"Aahhhh." He hissed softly and grasped at the slaves nipples again, tugging roughly at them as he pushed his groin into the rubbing hand. "Fuck." He drags his nails down the slaves chest to his hip, grabbing him and pulling their hips together, rubbing the zipper of his pants painfully against the naked mans groin, hoping to get more reactions from him.
He put the slaves hand on his pants again, motioning for him to continue undressing him. "Kiss me, show me how well you use those lips and tongue of yours." he hissed leaning in and biting the mans lower lip hard, letting it go with a playful suck at the flesh.
Lukas lets out a muffled scream as the rings are yanked far from his body, sharp pain pulsing through him. He shudders against the master, nearly loosing his balance as the master pulls his hips against his own, the zipper of his leather pants roughly catching against his prick, scraping against the sensitive skin there.
He muffles his yelp against the man's neck, his hands scrabbling to push down the man's pants, shoving them off of his hips. He moves against those inviting lips as the master bites down on them, watching as blood welled up slightly, just a drop slipping forth. He leans into the kiss, tongue slipping in to caress and tease.
"Mmm." Kane was getting more and more aroused by the yelps of pain and pleasure. This slave obviously got off on pain and that made him more than a little happy, knowing that he could pretty much do what he wanted and still see him get off. He lapped at the man's lips, greedily tasting him--he loved the taste of men, loving how heavy the taste was on the tip of his tongue. He sucked at the slaves tongue, scraping his teeth over the wet warm flesh, sucking him like he would a cock.
He shivered a little and pulled back, not letting the man touch him. "Remove my boots and my pants..." A smirk twisted at his lips. "First... lick them." he purred and pushed the man down to his knees. He wasn't exactly weak even though he probably looked it.
Lukas' over active imagination is imaging him doing just that, those beautiful lips wrapped around his heavy cock. He wasn't sure how likely that was to happen, but a guy could dream couldn't he? He reciprocated, mouth conforming over his, tasting him.
Moments later Kane moves back and Lukas pouts slight before he's given permission to remove those boots and the rest of his pants. He feels hands on his shoulders as he's told to lick the boots first, pushing him down on to the ground. He's suitably impressed by his strength, he hadn't been anticipating it, his slim physic certainly didn't lend itself to it.
As his knees connect with the plush ground his cock hardens impossibly further he leans down, his tongue laving at the leather of his sturdy black boots.
Smirking happily, the dark haired boy watching raptly as the slave tongued the smooth shiny leather of his boots and he curled his long slender fingers around the shaft of his cock giving it a quick squeeze and sounding out in pleasure. He watched the pink tongue leave wet streaks over the surface and had to stop himself pulling away because his boots were becoming streaked, because as much as he didn't like his things dirty he was getting immense pleasure from watching the man lap at his boots like a dog.
"Enough slave." he growled and grabbed a fist full of hair, tugging his mouth roughly away. he was ready for more fun, his heart pounded in his chest, the thrill over powering like he'd run a race. "Take them off like a good boy." he said staring down onto the forced upturned face, leaning down and licking up his cheek.
He let go of the mans hair and raked his fingers gently through it, almost lovingly. The movements completely opposite to what he'd just been doing. "And hurry, I have plans for you."
Lukas felt a shudder at the man's roughness, it sent bolts of pleasure throbbing through him and he whimpers faintly in his throat. His hands moved shakily to take off his boot as the master's wet tongue slid up his cheek. He can't quite keep his eye from blinking shut as it slid towards him but Kane pulled back before reaching them.
There were far to many buckles for his taste- they'd only impede him in his desire to get the master completely naked- but he lovingly undid each one in his quest to remove them. Slowly each one was undone until all seven on one boot was undone. Instead of removing it he instead moves to the second one and begins unbuckling those.
While waiting for the slave to remove his boots, knowing that they would take time to remove, Kane slipped a lazy hand up and down the shaft of his cock.He rolled the fist up over the red head and gathered pre-cum on his fingers, tangling his fingers back in the mans hair and forcing his mouth open, sliding his slippery fingers into the slaves mouth. "Suck them."
He liked having control and always wished that someone would disobey him; well they always did at some point and then he got to enforce his words; force them to do what he wanted. Make them scream so loud he was sure his dearest father could hear. Smirking evilly he pushed his fingers deeper into his mouth before dragging them out and bringing them up to his own mouth, sucking delicately at them.
Lukas groans as once again his hair is given a yank. He's thought about growing it out, just for that, but he looks ridiculous with longer hair. His fingers slip easily inside his mouth as he opens it and he greedily sucks up all the juice that's gathered there. He sucks him in farther, hands still moving on the buckles while his tongue laves at the webbing between fingers, sighing gently as their pulled out. He watches intently, following their trail to his master's mouth, watching those lips wrap around them. He wants those lips, now that he knows what they taste like, feel like, their strength. Finally the last buckle is removed and he turns his mind back to removing the boots. "Lift up your foot please master."
"Hmmm?" Kane murmured around his fingers before resting a hand down on the slaves shoulder lifting his foot up so that the boot can be removed, his nails digging into flesh as he wobbled a little, still sucking at his fingers of his own juices and the slaves saliva. Once one boot was removed he put his foot down and lifted his other, finally removing his fingers from his mouth and holding his wet fingers away from his face, finger curled in an almost delicately disgusted fashion.
"And... while you're down there." he grinned wickedly and rubbed his thumb over the tip of his dick, feeling it pulse in his slight grip. He didn't have intentions on doing that for long, he had too many other things he wanted to do.
Lukas removes the boot quickly, pulling it off of him, and placing it gently beside him. He goes onto the other boot after his foot is lifted, and then smiles at last to have him barefoot. The pants are tugged down to his ankles, and he grins up at his master. The grin is met with one from Kane as his thumb moves over his tip, and Lukas' taste buds tingle. He's very pleased to receive permission to take his dick into his mouth. If there was one thing he loved doing it was sucking cock, and he fully intended to allow Kane to see just how skilled in that area a trained professional could be.
He rocks back slightly, then gently takes his cock in his hands, rubbing his fingers over it, getting a good feel for it. Moments later he's licking it, gathering up the pooling pre-cum with his tongue, a smorgasbord of flavors sending his tongue into a frenzied orgasm of sensation. Soon after that he's taking him into his mouth, tongue still moving on it as he sucks him in deeper.
"Fuck." Kane hisses in pleasure as his senses are numbed for moments as his cock is taken into the warm wet mouth, the slaves tongue laving at him as he sucked. He was good and Kane soon found him grasping the man's hair in his hand, pushing his cock deeper into his mouth, his hips flexing as he dug his toes down into the plush carpet.
"So good." That's as far as the compliments will go for now; though he is more than impressed with this slave. Maybe impressed enough to have him again after. We'll see. He used his hands to smooth the mans hair, gently petting him before grabbing a fistful and tugging him off only to pull him back, pushing deeper into his mouth, his sexual wants wining out as usual. "Suck me harder... use your teeth." He hissed biting and licking at his own lips.
Lukas immersed himself in the process, sucking him down as Kane shoves into him. He enjoys this task, cheeks hollowing as he sucks. He's able to wring some reactions from him, enough to know that he's doing it correctly, and he's disappointed when he's tugged away. It doesn't last long though, and soon he finds himself sucking again, this time gently scraping his teeth across his prick as he does so.
Kane is really enjoying it; he loves the feeling of teeth scraping over his length as he pushes his cock in and out of the mans mouth, enjoying the hot suction. All too soon he knows he has to stop and he pulls his cock free with a smirk. "You liked that didn't you slave?" he asked not actually expecting an answer, he knows its obvious that he's enjoying himself, his cheeks are ruddy and there is a faint trace of a flush coloring his throat and chest.
"Up!" He commands, his voice thick with authority and lust. He wants to make use of the bed and of his trusty whip, he wants to see how much the man can take. See how long it is before he's begging. "Get on the bed, on your back."
Rather abruptly Lukas finds himself pulled from the cock he's enjoying so much. He smirks when asked if he enjoyed it, although the term slave ticks him slightly. He does have a name after all. He stands on command, eager to get this show on the road, and Kane doesn't disappoint. He's ordered to the bed, and he goes over there, amusing himself by watching himself walk over to the comfortable looking bed.
It was. Lukas sinks into it as he lies down, and lets out a sigh. His own hard bunk is nothing like this, and he finds himself wishing that he could sleep here. It's not a wish that last long, not with someone as beautiful as Kane stalking towards him.
At the edge of the bed, Kane stops and looks down at him, a smirk curling at his lips as he lifts a heavy cuff that's chained to the foot of the bed, opening it and sliding his fingers over the smooth metal, his eyes closing before he leaned forward and grabbed the slaves ankle. He tugged the man's leg straight and clasped the cuff over his ankle, caressing the skin on his leg before sliding his tongue against his toe. He lifted his head and moved to the other side doing the same for his other foot.
Sucking his lower lip into his mouth as he moved around the bed, taking his time and moving gracefully, almost catlike, he'd practiced his walk down to a perfection, not liking the feeling of the ambling stride most men seemed to be born with.
He moved towards Lukas and reached down, wrapping his slender fingers around his wrist and tugging it upwards, stretching the slave out and attaching a cuff, leaning down to trace the edge with his tongue, the metal ball in his tongue rattling against the smooth metal. He moved to the other side, doing the same before he looked down at him in satisfaction. "Perfect."
Lukas's heart leaps with anticipation as he sees the cuff pulled up from the bed. It's attached to his ankle and closes with a resounding snick. He feels that talented tongue slide over his toe and straight to his groin and he whimpers. His other leg is just as deftly attached to a cuff, leaving only his arms free. He tests them, only to find that they could only move slightly. There was very little slack in the chain.
He doesn't resist as Kane takes his wrist into his, instead he's practically quivering with the knowledge that he's going to be fully restrained. And sure enough, the cuffs close on his wrists, and keeps him spread out on the lush bed.
Just to check he gives a strong tug on first the ones on his wrists, then the ones on his ankles, but they're not going anywhere. The knowledge causes his cock to pulse and he takes a deep breath, trying to calm down.
Kane likes the view. In fact most of the time he does; he never restrains the ones he doesn't like... in fact he never gets this far with the ones he doesn't like. He's picky. He deserves to be. Leaving him there with a smirk on his face, Kane moves across the room and slides a cigarette free from the packet, placing it between his lips and lighting it, catching the stick between his fingertips and pulling it free after inhaling. He walks back over, only stopping to lean down to catch his whip in his hand, caress the thick leather with his thumb before peering down at him.
"Do you smoke? Nein... I don't suppose you do.." He didn't care if he did, he was stalling, purposely of course. He held the smoke away from him and dropped the whip down to the bed as he leaned over licking across the mans stomach before pausing thoughtfully.
"I think I'm going to like you... Lukas." He tried the name out, rolling it around on his tongue, clicking his piercing against his teeth and flashing a wicked smile his way. He took another puff and took the cigarette back, placing it in the tray and returning, climbing onto the bed and straddling the man's waist.
Lukas waits impatiently in the bed as Kane walks away. He enjoys the sight of course, the lovely by play of subtle muscles is obvious in the surrounding mirrors. There were even mirrors on the ceiling! His nose wrinkles at the smoke, but quickly smooths. He finds the smell revolting, and didn't want the eventual wrinkles so he'd never picked up the habit. Which was fortunate, because once he reached Babylon there was no way he'd be able to support any addiction.
He gets excited when he sees Kane stop to pick up the whip. The man was actually going to use it! He'd be squirming if he could, as it was he settled for grinning. He shakes his head in response to his question, but lets out a huff of laughter as the man's tongue licks his abs.
Lukas likes the way he says his name, the way it rolls off. It's much better than slave, that's for certain. His nipples are hard peaks beneath their piercing, and his cock is rock hard, rubbing against Kane as he settled his weight on him, straddling him.
"I already like you...master." he purrs back.
Kane smiled a little, he wondered if he would still be saying that later, when he had had his full of the slave, when he was done. Teasingly, he rubbed his ass against the man's cock; he himself was both and top and a bottom, depending on his mood. And he NEVER decided what he was until the time came to actually have sex; he liked a lot of play before hand. Slowly he slid his hands up the man's arms until his hands wrapped around the metal cuffs.
He leaned down and licked at Lukas' lips, lingering a little before parting them with his tongue and rubbing their tongues together. He enjoyed kissing for the most part, sometimes it was pointless but he was in the mood for it right now. Grinning into the kiss he dug his nails into the man's wrists and dragged them down his arms harshly, knowing if he did it any harder he could easily pierce the skin.
As he shifted his body back, twisting and shifting until he was positioned between the mans legs, his nails continuing sharply down his skin, digging into his hips and smirking. Rewarding the slave with a teasing lick up the length of his cock, humming at the manly smell that invaded his senses. "Mmmmm."
Lukas lets out a hiss as the man's cock rubbed against his penis, the pleasure more of a torment then anything else. That ass was made to be fucked, and he knew there wasn't a chance in hell a master was going to let him do it. He gritted his teeth, then lets out a shocked yell as the boy's sharp nails scraped across the sensitive inner skin of his arms. Kane quickly makes it worth his while though, as he kisses him during it, tongue battling for dominance. He groaned into his mouth as lips claimed his, pulling back just before breathing became a problem.
Those nails traced a path down his skin, and he watched them in a mirror with nervous anticipation. If those nails hit the tender skin of his cock, it would hurt! Instead they stop as Kane leans forward and licks his cock lightly. He cries out, arching off the bed as the wetness hits his straining cock.
It wasn't so much much the fact that the slave deserved it that made him do it again; it was the taste that really made his travel his tongue up and down the tight skin, his piercing dragging over thick veins. Kane curled his fingers around the thick meat and held it away from the man's stomach, dragging the extra skin down to bare the angry red head. He used the tip of his tongue to dip into the pool of pre-cum, smacking his lips together and humming happily.
The man was lucky, he didn't often give head... then again not all the guys he'd been with had been this clean. He smelt and tasted Divine. He rolled his piercing over the head before popping the tip into his mouth and taking a lingering suck. "Mmm good." he smiled after pulling his lips away again.
He was a complete tease and he knew it; but this slave had no right to even expect what he had already given. Maybe he'd taste again soon. He pushed up with his knees and stood on the bed, his toes curling into the bed, the whip dangling from his hand. He looked down at Lukas thoughtfully, wrapping a good amount of the whip around his slender arm, the tip of the whip tickling the older man's stomach and groin as he wound it up. He flicked his wrist almost lazily, skilled at the whip now. It danced in the air before coming down in a red line over the mans upper stomach.
The tongue lashed out again, and he groaned as his metal piercing rubbed against the underside of his cock. His head thrashed back in forth at the wonderful sensations...then they were gone. He let out a disappointed whimper, but didn't argue. Instead he watched as the man stood over him, the position causing his cock to leap as his imagination flowed. He almost wished he could have left the boots on, because the idea of him stepping on him with them was extremely hot.
He watched as Kane slowly wrapped the whip around his arm, the very tip of it brushing across him gently, seen more than felt. The next sensation was definitely more felt then seen however, as the whip slashed across his chest. Even looking straight at him he'd missed the motion that sent the whip flying into him, sending a blaze of pain across his abs.
Kane loved the sound the whip made against skin, it was his favorite part and the way the body beneath it writhed and jumped. He smirked and with a smooth movement brought the tip of the whip flying backwards only to bring it down again, this time the whip catching the man's arm, wrapping around it, much similar to that of a snake. He sighed and tugged fluidly, the whip tightening some before slipping free and coming to rest beside him.
"Don't hold back on the sound." He said meeting the man's gaze, this is what he lived for. He stepped back to the end of the bed, resting his foot gently over the man's cock, protecting it from the whip, in case the leather rebounded off the man's body. He had use for that. He flicked this wrist again and again, leaving criss crosses over the man's upper torso, each time the leather hit his body, Kane's dick got harder and harder, soon feeling like he could cum with a touch. This is what it was like... this was what he got off on.