|Kane Denzin (masterkane) wrote in retreat_ic,|
@ 2009-02-07 11:01:00
Kane Denzin/ Lukas Ridgeston - Part Two
Who: Kane Denzin/ Lukas Ridgeston
When: after Brad/Lukas
Where: Mirrored Play cabin
What: Whipping, sex, lots of mirrors
Lukas cried again as the whip fell once more on his skin, leaving a sharp trail of pain on his arm. He nodded to his master's instruction. He could be loud. He gasps however when the man's foot covers his crotch, and he barely keeps from thrusting up against the gentle pressure there. He was grateful for the protection, but really he just wanted to rub himself against it.
The whip continues to descend on his body, dragging cries from him with each slice of the whip. None of this diminishes the impact the pain has on his cock however, and the cries hold a note of hunger and need.
Watching every single reaction carefully, Kane slowly started to make the whip hit the man's skin harder, starting to slowly move his warm foot over the cock throbbing beneath his foot, unable to resist working the slave up. The harder he used the whip, the harder he massaged his cock with his foot and toes. "... is this what you want... to fuck my foot... you like that." he hissed and brought down the whip hard against the mans side.
God he was so horny; with his free hand he reached down and massaged the head of his cock, tilting his head back and groaning now, yanking his hand away at the first sign of a tingle, instead punishing the slave for his own urge to cum.
After a little while of whipping, Kane flicked the whip differently and hissed as the whip coiled around one of his long slender legs. "You will watch now." He demanded and flicked it back up, standing away from him at the end of the bed with his legs wide and feet pressed down firm. With a flick of his wrist a long red line appeared over his stomach. He again dropped the whip to the bed, grabbing on tight to the post of the bed, turning his body around and watching the slaves reaction in the mirrors, leaning his body over the bed, dragging his nails viciously up the back of his thighs to his ass.
Lukas felt every blow to his skin as it hit, searing, burning pain. It doesn't matter, he loves it all even as he fears it, and the friction that Kane's providing- totally makes everything worthwhile. He shudders, wanting to come but knowing he daren't. He's not supposed to do that without permission. His eyes flutter closed. "God yes, master please..." he begs. Instead the whip slams into his side, the scream torn from him like a banshee.
His eyes open wide at Kane's command however, opening just in time to see the whip coil over his legs. He watches him, gasping in loss and the removal of the foot, as he manages to slash the whip into himself leaving a line on his stomach. The man turns from him, bending over and he has to clench his fingers into a fist at the site presented to him. It's a cruel torment, this teasing him with what he can't have, but his mouth practically drools at the sight anyway. The red trails from the nails sends a corresponding ache running across his own cheeks, and he drinks in the image. Pure poetry.
"You could have this..." Kane hissed rolling the smooth globe of his ass in his slender hand, exposing his most private areas to the slave. "...wouldn't you like that? To have have this." Kane was a dirty talker and loved having it spoken to him as well; though non of the slaves he'd had so far were bold enough to pick up on it and try it. Then again maybe they had heard of the time he'd gotten angry after a slave had got dirty enough to call him a slut on one of his bad days.
He WAS a slut, he knew it, and loved it. He gently dragged a fingertip over his entrance, tilting his head back and smiling in pleasure, watching the man's reactions and his own, the site making his mouth drop open and he huskily let out a soft moan, his first of that afternoon. He dirtily brought that very same finger up his mouth and sucked it deep into his mouth, glancing over his shoulder so the man could see him slip the digit in and out between his pursed lips.
"I bet it hurts." he mussed softly before dropping his finger back down, gently easing the tip inside himself, his nails making him wince in pleasure and pain, his slender body shuddering.
Lukas wasn't sure, entirely, if Kane was being rhetorical, but he thought not. Which meant he wanted an answer, which was something he could do. He licked his lips, staring at the ass that exposed to his gaze. "Fuck yeah...god you're so hot." he hissed, tongue flicking out.
His eyes devoured the man's movements, watching him as he teased himself, and sucked on that dirty, long, finger. "I'm good at it you know, fucking," he whispered hoarsely, "Could fuck you up good..." he trails off, watching as one long finger slides inside his hole. He wondered what those nails felt like, if they sliced at sensitive insides. Didn't matter, he wanted to feel it anyway.
Surprisingly enough, Kane was in a good mood. He had been from the start and he currently liked the fact that the slave was so bold. "Yeah?" He asked over his shoulder, an amused smile perched on his pink lips. "You seem to be very sure of that." He said as he slowly slipped his finger free, turning around and arching a fine brow at the man tied to the bed. "Very sure for someone unable to do anything about it."
Kane flashed him a sexy smile and walked up the bed, standing over him and looking down. "Thing is... i kind of like you in this position... I can do anything I want and you can't stop me." He grinned wickedly and eased down onto his knees, his thighs tightening against the mans sides.
"But.... you know maybe... if you say the right things... I may consider other things." He eyed him up and grabbed the mans nipple rings; tugging at them, his fingernails scraping at the sensitive tips.
Lukas really hadn't thought that Kane would even contemplate it. Very few masters were that comfortable with themselves in order to allow such a thing. It was almost a relief to find one who realized you didn't really lose anything by bottoming.
He looked up at the master, who was now straddling him again. He wants to rub his cock against his back, but doesn't have the leverage to do so. Then the man grabs his rings again, sharp nails pinching at him. They flared with pain and his cock pulses in sympathy. Right now he didn't really care who did the fucking, he just wanted something more to happen dammit!
Kane smirks, he knows how the man feels, he knows that he's driving Lukas insane with the pace he's now going at, knowing that the man is craving to get release. He considers his options, the slave is in no position to be fucked without one or the both of them getting uncomfortable. Either way he's going to need to remove the man's wrists. He reaches up and swiftly releases his wrists, reaching down and grabbing the lube. "I still want to play." he warns him before turning himself around so that he was straddled with his back to the man's face.
Drifting his nails up the man's thighs he sighed. "I wonder how tight you are." he murmured, flicking open the lid of the lube and coating his fingers. He had every intention on finding out. He slowly drew a shiny wet line down the center of Lukas' cock and down over his sack, heading further down. He reached his hot entrance with his fingertip and rubbed firmly, feeling the sphincter give under his finger.
"You feel good." He hummed and carefully slipped the tip of his finger into him, being careful not to hurt him with his nails. He pushed his finger deeper and groaned at the tight heat that clung to his finger. He leaned forward to watch more closely as his finger disappeared deep inside him.
Lukas is surprised when his wrists are released, but Kane's warning reassures him. He hadn't overstepped his boundaries. The master turns so his back is to him so he watches his facial expressions in the mirrors instead. Because of that he's ready for it when the cold feel of lube trails down his cock, leading to his rectum. He groans as he rubs it, the hole contracting beneath his ministrations.
That finger slips inside of him, and he tenses slightly, expecting the nail to be cutting. It's not-a bit uncomfortable to be sure but it doesn't hurt. His own hands come up to stroke down his smooth expanse of back, loving the feel. Even he's not audacious enough to go near his asshole without permission, but he does squeeze those lovely cheeks.
"You may touch, you may pleasure... but don't you mark me." Kane drawls, twisting his finger as he pushes it deeper, curling it up to slide his fingertip along his inner walls, rubbing gently over his prostate before slipping most of his finger back out and then back in again. "I love how you tight you feel around my finger."
He growled and pumped his finger in and out of the man's warm ass, feeling the muscles clench around his finger making him squirm a little. He hummed and leaned down more, brushing his lips against the head of Lukas' cock, sucking up the pre-cum, lapping at it hungrily as he gently slipped a second finger into him, slowly slipping them back and forth before scissoring them a little, feeling his hole stretch around his fingers.
"So tight, so tight." he sighed and sucked the tip of the mans cock into his mouth. He reached under himself and tugged at his piercing, letting out a soft whimper, tugging it again, harder this time.
Lukas eagerly obeys that command, his fingers sliding over his skin. His own nails are neatly trimmed- no need to fear leaving a mark with them. So they move over his back, dipping down and slipping to his crack, gently feeling the deep crevasse there. He struggled to a sitting position, or at least a partial one- with Kane sitting on him he could only sit up so far. It's enough for him to run his tongue down between his shoulder blades however, and he does so.
Then he sucks a couple fingers in his mouth, wetting them before he oh so slowly slips one in. Just to the first knuckle though, just enough to torment.
Feeling the hot wet tongue slide between his shoulder blades, Kane shuddered and willed himself not to get too aggressive but that all changed the moment he felt the Lukas slide a finger into him. He whimpered around the head of the man's cock before swirling his piercing around the sensitive head, moving his mouth gently lower, taking his time and enjoying the dick in his mouth.
He pushed his fingers deeper, curling them up hard, pressing deep into him, rubbing his fingers over the slaves prostate, rubbing before he spread his own legs a little wider actually eager for the intrusion. He loved the feeling of someone stretching around him, but he didn't deny that the feeling of having something stretch him was just as appealing.
Lukas moans as that wicked mouth sucks him in, the piercing simply adding to the pleasure. "Think your fingers are tight, imagine that cock of yours." he hisses, clenching his muscles down purposely as those nails scraped the nerve endings in his wall. Then they rubbed his prostate and he howled, bucking as much as he could.
His breath came out in panting sobs as he worked one finger inside of the man, and he tried frantically to control his breathing, biting his tongue in the process. The fingers were maddening, providing enough stimulation to drive him mad, all the while promising more.
"Is that what you want? For me to fuck you?" Kane breathed, pulling his fingers out only to plunge them back in deeper. Twisting them up to push right against the man's prostate again, loving the sounds he could pull forth from him. He moaned quietly as the finger was worked in and out of his ass, making his legs wobble.
He smoothed his mouth back over the man's cock and then sat up, throwing his hair off his face and pumping his fingers in deeper, slowly adding the third. It was amazing at how much you could stretch a guy, just knowing you could get more than a hand in there was kind of crazy.
Lukas groaned as the fingers prodded at him, continuing to drive him crazy. He was hard pressed to continue participate in their mutual pleasure, let alone hold a conversation, but he managed to gasp out. "Don' care just...want something!" He added another finger inside of him, no longer teasing, just pressing them up inside of the man, going deep.
His fingers crook, searching for that same spot, hoping to excite him enough to incite a reaction. "Please..."
"Ah!" He gasped breathlessly and squeezed his eyes closed. Kane gently pulled off him, and grinned before pulling his fingers free, moving to the bottom of the bed and undoing the cuffs on Lukas' ankles, letting his legs fall down to the bed. He sat there like that for a moment before getting up and walking over to the table... how had he let himself get so out of control?
This wasn't a lover... this was a slave and he would finish his plans. With his back to the man, a smirk rose up on his face and glanced over his shoulder. "Kneel on the bed and lean over the end." he directed as he tried to gather his thoughts, rethinking his plans. Back was his barrier, he wasn't going to let this slave get the best of him, he'd enjoyed his little game, enjoyed the back and forth for a while, but he wanted to make it hurt.
Lukas is surprised at the abrupt change of position, letting himself fall backwards now that Kane was no loner sitting on him. The fingers pulled free sharply, edges of nails scraping his sensitive inner walls. His legs were freed, and he's a bit surprised until he's told to kneel on the bed. Then it all made sense. He wanted to fuck him from behind, of course! Well, he was all down for that, so he knelt on the bed, obeying him to the letter, his cock dripping excitedly.
Kane looked over his shoulder and arched a brow, eager wasn't he? "You're not to move, if you move I'm going to punish you." He said coolly as he picked up the metal cock ring sitting on the table, walking over and clipping it on, scratching his nails up Lukas' side cruelly, making sure to leave red marks as he climbed up onto the bed behind him.
He grabbed grabbed his hair and grinned down at him as he yanked his hair back. "You really thought I would give in NOW didn't you?" he purred and slipped his finger into the man's mouth, grabbing his tongue between two fingers.
The dark-haired teen leaned his lips close to Lukas' ear before biting it hard. He was angry at himself for almost giving into the temptation of being nice. Now he had lots to make up for. "You will not utter a word from now on."
Lukas freezes as Kane speaks, the order not to move very clear. He wasn't found of having to hold still, being passionate lover, but he'd be stupid to disobey. The tone he was using did not promise a fun punishment. The cold metal ring encompassed his cock and he shivered as it closed, keeping his oncoming orgasm in check.
He groans as his head is yanked back, some of his short hairs separating from his scalp. He can taste himself faintly, despite cleaning himself as he grabs onto his tongue with his fingers. He wiggles his tongue, laving between the webbing there.
He was so turned on it was unbelievable, especially when the teens teeth sunk into his ear, causing him to spasm within the confines of the ring. He opens his mouth to beg when he's ordered to shut up- another problem given how much he loves to beg. He's always been exceedingly vocal.
Satisfied that the slave was taking his advice, Kane pushed his head back down so he was half hanging over the bed. He stood on the bed behind him, his fingers caressing and squeezing the muscles of the man's shoulders before he dragged his nails harshly down his back ending with a hard smack to his ass, pleased to see his ass cheek redden.
He could do a lot better than this. Kane picked up his discarded whip, stroking it lovingly with his fingers. He stepped back and brought it down hard over his back not once, twice but over and over, the leather hitting the skin repeatedly in a cruel manner. He didn't stop until the back was shiny and red, turning him on more than he'd been only minutes before.
Dropping the whip to his feet he panted to get his breath back, his cheeks flushed with anger. "Tell em.. who's your master." he growled sinking his teeth down into Lukas' shoulder, pleased when he felt one of his canines break the skin and he lapped at it, humming appreciatively.
Lukas feels the blood rushing to his head, causing his face to flush as it hangs there upside down. He bites his lip hard to keep from making noise as those nails drag down his back, cutting the skin, and causing it to welt. As they dragged they crossed many of the welts already made from the whip marks raised on his back.
The pain only whetted his hunger as his palm slapped his ass, and he wants to arch into it. He refrains luckily, although not without letting a whimper escape. Moments later the bullwhip is again put to good use on his back, slamming into him so hard it drives the air out of his lungs and he wheezes. There's no let up, in fact soon he's not really even enjoying it anymore, the endorphins no longer enough to keep him enjoying it. Despite that he's still panting and hard, and not just because of the cock ring.
He's not sure if the master's testing him, given that he'd been ordered not to talk, but he's going to assume that the new order outweighed the old one. "You are," he gasped out, "Master." then he yells as the boy's sharp teeth dig into his skin.
"Very good." Kane's eyes flash and he knelt behind him, lapping his tongue over the welts on his back, rubbing the metal ball roughly against them, almost tasting blood from how hard he'd hit him. He didn't feel a single bit of guilt either, in fact he felt pretty good now.
Picking up the end of his whip he wraps it around the slender neck and pulls his head backwards as far as he can without hurting him too seriously. "I'm going to make you scream so loud that you wont speak for days." he hissed and tightened the whip around his throat as he shoved a finger into the man's ass, not even trying to be gentle.
Lukas shivered as his tongue caressed his hot back. The saliva didn't burn, it felt good actually, soothing. In the mirror he sees him again picking up the whip, and before he knows it it's around his neck, forcing his head back at an awkward angel. He hissed, keeping his breathing shallow. The whip isn't constricting his breathing, but he definitely feels it pressed against his trachea. The finger rammed into his ass isn't as bad is it might have been. After three fingers, one isn't so bad. Still the nails scratch and irritate enough that he grunts slightly with surprise.
Kane glanced at the lube laying on the bed and smirked, no maybe not yet. He pushed his finger deep into the man before making him stick his ass in the air a bit more, pushing in a second finger roughly, curling them and pushing ruthlessly against his prostate.
With one hand holding the whip ends tightly he pulled the leather in a firmer grasp, cutting off a little more air, making it so that he had complete control. He pulled his fingers free and smirked as he grabbed his straining cock, stroking it a couple times before rubbing the head over the hot welts on his back.
"I'm going to fuck you." He growled licking the man's ear and the down before he rubbed his cock lower, teasing the slave and himself as he rubbed the slippery head against the man's entrance, gritting his teeth he pushed the tip inside, stilling his hips and then pulling it out again, only to push the head back in.
Lukas groaned as his fingers prodded his prostate, causing stars to burst in front of his eyes. He could feel the nails simply making it more profound. He wishes he could push back against him but he can't. His breathing is becoming more restricted as he sucks air through his mouth.
Kane's heavy cock was pressed against him, and a scream forces its way past the pressure on his voice box. He can feel him slipping in, just a bit, then pull out and he whimpers wishing he'd just shove it in already. The man had the patience of a saint!
The dark haired boy knew what the man wanted he knew it was driving him crazy so he purposely carried it on for a while, slipping the tip of his cock in and out slowly, enjoying the way the man's ass would tighten around his head every time he pressed into him.
Kane then pulled the whip tight and at the same time as he pulled it hard around his throat he plunged his cock deep into him in one brutal thrust, pausing only to feel the clench around him, making his lips part in pleasure. He breathed into Lukas' ear and grinned wickedly, "Tight..." He whispered and dipped his tongue into his ear as he agonizingly slow pulled back only to slam hard into him, marveling at how the slaves body stretched around him.
He reached around with his free hand and dug his nails deep into the man's thigh, spreading his legs wider, tipping him further over the end of the bed as he roughly thrust into him.
Lukas tightened up around him, trying to convince him to stay inside. Unfortunately it wasn't working. A low keening noise forced it's way out of his throat, and he really wished he was allowed to beg, or fuck himself on the cock, something! Instead the whip around his throat as yanked tight and he gasped for breath. There wasn't any air to be had, but there was suddenly a cock filling his ass. He couldn't make a noise around the whip, couldn't even breathe, but his body went into spasms of delight.
Then the man began to pull back out, centimeter by centimeter. He shudders, the hot dick causing ripples of pleasure coursing through him. He couldn't speak, couldn't even breathe, but all he wanted to do was come. Of course he couldn't do that either. Not with that bitch of a ring wrapped around him anyway.
Breathing evenly, Kane didn't allow himself to get too worked up just yet, he loosened the whip for a mere second before he roughly yanked it tight again, twisting the ends together as he brutally pound back into him, a fine sheen of sweat shimmering on his back and he met the man's eyes in the mirror, watching him struggle for breath but he obviously liked it; much to his amusement.
He eased his hips back and held tight to the whip, using it much like he would a rein on a horse. his arms flexed as he slammed his cock deep into the man, angling it correctly to drive the man insane with pleasure, his already dark eyes even darker now as his chest heaved.
He let his head fall back, the whip wrapped tightly in his fist, using it to keep himself balanced as he watched himself in the mirrors above them. Watching the man's face go all sorts of different colors. he smirked and tugged at the leather using his other hand to grab a handful of hair and yank his head back up so he could watch his face in the mirror across from them.
It wasn't something new to him really, watching himself get fucked. He'd been in the porn industry for ages! But he hadn't watched himself as all the air started to run out of his lungs, hadn't watched his eyes grow frantic. Suddenly he could suck blessed oxygen in and he did, managing to get a mouthful before it's again cut off. His cock was pounding into him while his hands jerked him about. His prostate was taking a battering, and even with the ring he finds that he needs to give his balls a quick tug to prolong things.
The feeling as he watched himself slowly asphyxiate is an intense rush. There's no way he could explain it to someone who didn't understand, but the feeling of helplessness was so complete, so total, that he nearly just went limp. It was tempting to allow all of the tension out of him, to stop straining with him, but he resisted sweet Morpheus for awhile longer. He focused instead on his reflection in the mirror, noticing fuzzily that his face seemed to be turning blue.
Gently, Kane slowly loosened the whip, not removing it too fast. He didn't want the handsome man to black out on him, not just yet. He groaned and thrust into him harder, folding the whip in half a bringing it down on a smooth and slightly reddened shoulder.
"Can you handle more?" He asked curiously wondering if the man could in fact handle having more pain and tricks thrown upon him as he fucked him. "If you handle more I'll have a treat for you afterward." He muttered biting down on the back of Lukas' neck, breaking the skin a little, sucking and licking lovingly at the wound before pulling his cock out completely and then thrusting back in, moving faster now, moans parting his lips. "You are not to come until I say." he growled and barreled into him, the friction on his cock almost too much to bare.
Lukas felt air slowly trickle back in as the whip was again loosened. He gratefully sucked it down his abused throat into his aching lungs. As the air strengthened him he was once again allowed to enjoy the sensations of the hard cock pumping in and out. There's a flash of pain as the whip slams on his shoulder blades, and he groans.
He lets out a hoarse affirmative, knowing that as things go it's really been rather mild. The promise of a treat was enough to keep him going, and besides it didn't do to tell a master no, not matter what question he asked.
"I won't" he growls as Kane's cock slams into him, stars before his eyes. The hard thrust have him grunting and keening from his sore throat, and his eyes cross at the pleasure of it. This man was an animal, teeth biting, cock claiming, and he enjoyed every second of it.
Kane was suitably impressed as he continued to pound ruthlessly into the older man. He brought the folded whip down repeatedly on red flesh, before bringing it down hard on his side, watching the skin go even redder. He did the same to the other side. He was getting close to his orgasm and he shuddered visibly, knowing the it would be a strong one; probably even painful.
So he shifted on the bed, pressing a hand hard down on the man's lower back, shoving his cock deep as he groaned, his face flushing a little bit. He was always embarrassed about his actions when he was close he wasn't so mean and he hated the fact that he couldn't help the moans from flowing freely.
His head rolled back on his shoulders as he brought the whip down on the bottom of Lukas' neck as he looked up to watch himself fuck the slave. His dragged his nails sharply down the spine and thrust quicker, his dark eyes closing for the first time. "Shit." He breathed and slammed in hard as his orgasm washed over him, sending waves of trembles through him. He moaned thickly, and smooth his hand back up, the touch no longer quite as rough.
The whip once more abused his back, the solid doubled wait of it enough to bruise. Each downward strike jerked his head back, cutting of air for the duration of it. Sometime during their scene he'd bit his lip hard enough to bleed, and a hint of red trickled down his chin.
He was going to be feeling this for awhile, the pain from the hand on his lower back tells him that. He's going to have to sleep on his stomach to get any sleep at all, that's for sure. The nails pinprick that point, sending flames of fire racing down his spine. He can feel the other man's orgasm race through him, hot sticky semen filling him, and he sobs. His cock is purple, begging to be released. He wants to cum so badly, needing relief from this constant arousal.
"I'm very pleased with you." Kane murmured pulling out of him and he helped the man up back onto the bed properly. He turned him around and helped him off the bed, leading him to the other side of the bed, keeping him standing and putting his wrists back in the cuffs to keep him standing.
He looked at him for a moment before sliding down to to his knees, bowing his head as he reached out and removed the cock ring, gently dragging his nails over the over aroused flesh. "You may cum when you wish." He said meeting Lukas' eyes and flicking his tongue out to swipe at the angry purple head, his fingers gently wrapping around the shaft as he slowly slipped his mouth all the way down his length, taking him in completely.
Kane actually liked giving head and he knew it wouldn't take long to get the slave off. He twirled his piercing around the head and reached back to give his balls a gently squeeze, his fingertips gently rubbing over the hot skin. He hummed around him contently before gently scraping his teeth along his length, sucking hard.
Lukas lets out a contented moan as he's helped, first onto the bed and then off of it. He stands, grateful for Kane's support with his trembling legs. He allows his wrists to be cuffed once more, eagerly waiting for the promised "reward." It comes when the boy slides to his knees, the sight alone making him impossibly harder. It's all he can do to keep from coming when the ring's removed, but he wants to hold out for the promise of those gorgeous lips.
He's not disappointed as they open and he's swallowed down, the hot feel of his mouth enough to pull a scream from him. That combined with the hands on his balls is enough to undo him and he's crashing over the edge, practically sobbing with the relief of it.
Kane's eyes widened as his mouth his flooded from his efforts, some escaping the corner of his mouth as he swallows. he sucks and cleans the man before pulling away, dipping his fingertip in the cum at the corner of his mouth before his tongue slides out and swipes it up his finger quickly sucked clean as he stood.
Smirking he walked over to the table and picked up his camera, cradling it lovingly in his slender hands. He walks over to the man and takes one photo, just one, one that no one other than himself will ever see. Its a Polaroid and the picture slides out the bottom. He grabs it between two fingers and shakes it through the air as he walks back over to the table, putting the camera down and then dropping the photo down onto the top of everything.
He walks back to Lukas and gently removes his wrists from the cuffs, smiling at him contently, not a single ugly expression to show for his slight evilness tonight. Just a sweet smile and a relaxed expression. "You are free to leave, you may say here for a while and lay down if you wish, I will send the guards."
Lukas is a bit startled at the picture, but not bothered. He is after all used to it. "Thank you master." he murmurs. When a master gives you permission to stay you do. Especially with a bed as nice as this. With a grin he clamors into the soft bay, carefully laying on his stomach.