Everything in Time

Автор: Ravenschild

“Would you allow me to sacrifice you and worship your body after my friends and I are through with it?”

“I...” Connor stammered, his body rigid with fear as the man crowded the small space, pressing closer, his arousal evident and heavy against his thigh.

“Oh, but you are a sweet boy. I can see you in nothing but a collar, with my cock in your mouth and my whip across your ass.” Denisoff pulled Connor free from his jeans and let his hand drop from the shoulder and down onto his chest, tweaking a nipple cruelly. “Would you like that, boy? Would you like to be my fuck toy?”

Connor looked down; his hands on the table, his legs spread wantonly as the relentless hand pumped him to full hardness, and he moaned, his body betraying the turmoil in his mind as his senses reeled.

“Yes, sir,” Connor moaned almost breathlessly. He found it hard to breathe but the words sent waves of ice through the heat and he fought the conflicting senses.

“Will you make out a document and give to me everything I desire, obey each letter as it is written without complaint? When I give you to others, will you do me proud?” Denisoff bit hard on his earlobe and pain exploded through his body and he grew, if possible, harder. This was not right, a tiny part of his brain objected at the desire flooding through him, at the dark, sensual voice that dripped into his ear and caressed his soul.

“If that is what is required of me to be yours, then, yes,” Connor found his voice, his hands shaking as he gripped the mineral water, the cooling liquid on the outside of the glass giving him an anchor.

“You remind me of another toy I had.”

“Did he fulfill your desires, master?” The moniker sitting easily within his speech and Connor unglued his tongue from the roof of his mouth.

“To a point. Nick was lovely and sweet but he couldn’t stand the full force of my desire. We parted company. But you, I have high hopes for you.”

“I will try not to disappoint you,” Connor answered softly.

“You have family here?” Denisoff moved his hand away from his cock and into his own pocket, flicking out a knife with a thumbscrew. Connor’s body arched back for the touch.

“Yes, sir, but they don’t approve of me. I haven’t seen them in years.”

“Pity. Would you allow me to give you something to heighten the moments we share or would you prefer to do it alone.”

“It is up to you, master; whatever you deem most appropriate.”

“Really?” Denisoff’s face lit up as he ran the blade of the knife though the candle flame, warming it, before flipping it back into his hand and down under the table. “Would you wear my mark?” He asked as he pressed the warmed metal onto the sensitive head and down the length of his cock, the blade safely pointed away as it came to rest under his balls and Connor would have sworn that he’d drawn blood. His body jumped again, adrenaline flowing through him, urging him to move, to run; and still he grew harder, but this time his mind revolted the idea.

”What kind of mark?”

Denisoff brought the knife back up onto the table and showed the blade to Connor, blood holes pierced into the metal of a hand rendered all seeing eye. “Pretty, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Connor answered and his body lost its urgency; the photos of mutilated bodies swamping his memory as the shivering took over. Uncomprehending, Denisoff smiled indulgently and dropped his fingers back to the rapidly cooling flesh and wiped a bead of precum from the tip and smeared it across Connor’s lips.

“I want you,” Denisoff said, his pants painfully tight. Connor could feel the staccato rhythm of his heart beating through the turgid organ against his thigh. “But not tonight. You are too special, little one, and I want to make sure I have everything prepared for your adventure.”

Connor nodded.

“I will call you in a couple of days, follow my instructions to the letter, slut, and be prepared to stay.”

“Yes, sir.”

Denisoff leaned over and looked down at Connor’s lap, appraising him fully. “It’s a pity you’re already circumcised. I would have like to have done that for you.” He smiled again and licked the ear before biting it none too gently. “Remember, boy, you will do everything I want of you, you will be mine.”

“Yes, master, I will be your willing slave.” Connor dropped his eyes and felt a hot gush run up through his gut as the man got up and left. He drew several deep breaths to steady himself before he looked around the room in time to see Denisoff leave with several other men, all out of different exits, one with a young dark-haired boy under his arm.

He also saw several men follow, far more than the four Peter told him were in the bar; and his heartbeat stepped up as a big man came and leaned over the table, staring at his naked crotch.

“Pretty,” the new guy drawled. And before he even got within breathing distance, a hand appeared around his throat and pulled him bodily back against the table, sending the candle flying. Connor looked up into dark gray eyes as Peter’s hand began a slow choke.

“You’d better have a fucking good explanation as to why you’re here,” Peter hissed nastily to Connor as the man backed against the table whimpered. “And, you, Jack! Fuck off, he’s taken.”

“Hey, take it easy, Axon; I thought he was fair game.”

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