A/N: This is gonna be a long'n.
enjoy~
Present Day - Week 7
Heading up to the window through his parasitic creatures had proven to be a daunting task on each of his 'trips'. He knew they'd never let him fall, but slithering up the wall, his body broken apart into little strands as they moved as a collective unit was surreal. Gravity meant nothing, reality was a pipe dream when caught in the warm enclave of Damien's gifted minions. He sighed, the creatures showing him the view within Craig's window and he bit his lip. He was sleeping. Good. That'd make this a little easier on himself.
"Celare mundi," he muttered, watching as he was seeped into blackness emerging in through the wall to the silence of the bedroom, Craig's room now cut off from sounds and views of the outside world. The air for himself was purely stifling. Craig would have the luxury of his dream-like state, Kyle, however, was not rewarded with such privileges. He was bound to reality, to the sinking feeling of what he was about to do. He sighed, feeling the creatures lift him up and over Craig's bed to hide in the inky shadows splayed about. He looked down at the noirette, captivated by the difference of appearance without the boys trademark blue chullo. "Tenebrae tegant mortale accidat," he whispered, watching the various lights from Craig's phone and alarm clock flicking off. He nodded, returning his attention to the boy. "Ut eum se rutilo ignorantiam," he licked his lips, watching Craig's body arch a bit as the spell slammed into him, letting out a long, hazy groan. The boy curled into himself and Kyle directed the creatures to place him down onto the floor.
"Regredior," he ordered, the vines beginning to congregate among one another. Tangles of color began to place him back together from the ground up. He took a deep, cleansing breath as he could feel the energy seeping back into him from their efforts. He wondered vaguely how the creatures could do that to him, how they could dismantle and repair him with so little effort. A part of him wanted to ask Damien, but he knew his master was never fond of sharing the secrets of Hell with him. He amassed on Craig's rug, the vines falling off of him and scattering out of sight. He hated this next part, he knew he'd remember little of what he did, scattered memories of his misdoings would flitter about once he was back in his weakened body. He ran his fingers through his hair and stared at Craig for a moment before a simple, somber "me ducere ad vitam" left his lips. He gasped, his body lit with its glowing golden energy, his confidence spiking within him. His mind became all but blank with one thought: Take the mortal, serve your master.
The red of his eyes glowed as he made his way to Craig, touching his face, tilting his head up towards him. Craig stirred, shaking his head in disorientation and looking at him with squinted eyes. "Broflovski?" he whispered, bringing a hand up to hold his head. "The fuck are..." he groaned, trying to sit himself up and break himself out of his stupor. Kyle assisted him on the way up and smiled at him softly.
"Indica mihi etiam cupiditates mecum," he whispered, watching with interest as Craig's grey eyes began to widen, his pupils shrinking down into pinpoints. The boy's mouth dropped hungrily, staring at Kyle like he wanted nothing more than to devour him whole. Kyle couldn't help but shiver, only used to Damien staring at him like that; Like he was an object to be taken and used. He let his incantation on himself press him forward smoothly as he brushed Craig's black, wavy hair out of his face. He scanned over Craig's expression, his fingers lingering on the boy providing him with the images flashing through Craig's mind. He gulped. Bruises. A lot of bruises. Some blood.
This one wasn't going to be easy on him.
Craig's desire suddenly swarmed into him, every ounce of lust clawing at him like starving rats feasting through his intestines. He had to shake his head, regaining his focus and staring down at the boy in front of him. He wanted to taste him. He wanted to demand for Craig to use him to his whim. It was an unnatural feeling, but his body soaked it in like a second skin. It filled him to the brim, green and red sparkling with a force matching Craig's thirst. He threaded his thin fingers through Craig's hair, pulling him up further towards his face. He leaned down, biting roughly on the boy's bottom lip, breathing in harsh wisps against him. "What are you waiting for?" he demanded. "I know what you want."
Craig's grey eyes sparked, hands flying up and grabbing Kyle's arms tightly. He pushed the redhead back, fumbling onto his feet and staring down at him with such intensity Kyle nearly shied away. But something held him there. He wasn't sure what, but the moment was far too tense for him to let his mind linger on it. Craig shuddered, unblinking at the boy. "Why...how did...?" he questioned, the incantation still worming its way through his system.
"You want me," he hissed, feeling a spark of anger and control that he hadn't felt in so long. "You're dreaming, Craig. You want me to be yours. You want to take me."
His lips curled into a snarky grin, grabbing the boy's arms tighter and making him wince. Craig pulled his closer towards his chest, looking the naked, glowing figure up and down. He nodded subtly to himself and chuckled in a low, grating tone that Kyle felt was unfamiliar on the monotonous boy's tongue. "Guess so," he agreed before grunting and shoving Kyle down onto the rug in a mess of limbs. Kyle looked up, licking his lips before a hand tangled in his curls, dragging him over to the far wall. He yelped as Craig threw him against it, his chest pressed against the plaster. Craig knelt down behind him and a hand quickly wrapped around his throat, clenching tightly. Kyle groaned, his head thrown back against Craig's shoulder as his air was limited from him.
"Craig," he moaned, pressing his hips back against the growing erection in Craig's boxers.
The noirette snarled, grinding against his bared ass feverishly. "That's right," he growled, biting on Kyle's shoulder. The redhead hissed, feeling the skin break and a trail of his toxic blood trailing down his back. "You like moaning my name, don't you, Broflovski?"
"Uh huh," he gritted his teeth, feeling his emotions spiraling out of his control. He wanted to touch Craig. He wanted to stare into his eyes, wanted to feel his cock pushed inside of him. He wanted everything. He bit his lip and grunted, pressing his hands against the wall and firmly fretting back against him.
Craig laughed that throaty laugh once again and Kyle shuddered. "You want it, huh?" he demanded, clenching around his neck tighter. Kyle rasped in slight panic and a blast of hormones jumping in his skin, feeling his cock growing harder at the loss. "Tell me you want it, Broflovski." He loosened his grip only enough for Kyle's words to seep out as he sank his canines into the slender neck resting on his shoulder.
"I want it," he snapped impatiently, bringing his hands off the wall and reaching back, clawing at Craig desperately over his shoulders. His nails scraped along Craig's bare, muscled back and he shivered at the feeling of the tensed, toned skin. He needed this. Every part of him was screaming for it.
"Tell me what you want," he ordered, reaching down and grabbing Kyle's cock, brushing his thumb over the head and making the redhead gasp in shock.
He shot his eyes to the boy, whose focus was locked on his heated skin in his palm. "I want you to fuck me," he said.
Craig smirked, pulling off his cock and ripping him back from the wall, twisting him to look at him from an awkward angle. He watched Kyle wince at the strain on his back, but his eyes still firing with a desire to get things moving. He snarled, slamming his lips onto the boy's and biting fiercely, drawing blood and licking it up with an eager tongue. Kyle moaned into his mouth and it did nothing but draw him further. He reached around Kyle's stomach, grabbing his thin waist with a firm hand and swiveling him around. He slammed his back into the wall, still prodding with his tongue and dominating through his teeth. Kyle moaned, spreading his legs around him and fighting back just as violently. His hands went down on their own accord, ripping down Craig's boxers and letting them fall around his knees. The redhead gasped, breaking from Craig's mouth for just a moment to let out an urgent "inlitus" before taking his place back on his lips once more. He felt the warming lubricant seeping out from his palm and grabbed Craig's blazing, rock hard skin.
Craig moaned and rocked into his hand, grabbing Kyle's lip and shaking his head like a starved animal. "Yeah, just like that," he grunted, his hand running up and ripping through scarlet curls, tearing his head down to the side. His teeth moved down and bit on the exposed throat viciously. Kyle hissed, his body arching up in pleasure. "I'm gonna fuck you," he promised, sucking harshly on Kyle's neck. "Gonna throw you against the wall and make you mine."
"Then do it," Kyle challenged, his entire body lit aflame by his spiel. He moaned loudly as Craig pushed his hand off of his cock, running his own palm through Kyle's secretion and grasping him back. They both groaned as each hand jerked and tugged the other with a heady mix of animalistic cravings. Kyle's hips bounced off the floor a bit, his back sliding against the wall as he panted. He looked to see Craig staring at him, his grey eyes becoming glass in the glow of the moon. He leaned up and nipped at his chin hungrily. "Fuck me, Craig," he said. "If you think you're man enough to take me then fucking do it."
Craig smirked, releasing Kyle's cock and shoving his boxers the rest of the way off his legs. He quickly pulled from the redhead's grasp, fingers once again tangling in the sweaty, curled mess and ripping him up onto his feet. He turned him yet again and shoved against his shoulders, watching Kyle smash into the wall with a pained groan, shaking his head a bit. "Spread your legs," he mandated. Kyle compliantly did so, feeling Craig rubbing the globes of his ass before his hand ripped up and slapped the pale skin. Kyle lurched with a yelp, his head smacking against the wall once again. He tried to pull himself up before Craig's hand on the back of his neck forced him back down. "Don't you fuckin' move," he snarled. Hands suddenly gripped between his thighs, stretching them further apart and lowering his hips. He could feel the slicked head of Craig's cock rubbing against his entrance and bit his lip, knowing that he wasn't properly prepped, and this was going to hurt. But something inside him shoved down his hesitation and he grunted as Craig just barely poked into him, thrusting his hips back and impaling himself with a long-winded screech.
Craig gasped for breath at the sudden envelopment of warmth surrounding his cock, his hand wrapping back around the front of Kyle's throat. He grunted and began thrusting rapidly, lost in the tightness pulling him in. Kyle sneered, shaking his head around as the invasion propelled him against the plaster, his fingernails scraping down against navy blue paint. "There, there!" he pleaded. "Fuck, don't fucking stop, Craig!"
"Don't plan on it, Princess," he hissed, grabbing tighter around his neck for leverage and pounding away. The sound of his hips slamming against Kyle's firm ass was echoing around them, the entire world seeming to fall in time with the propulsions. The redhead's body was swimming in confusion. It hurt, it fucking hurt. There was no pleasure, but he just couldn't stop. He needed Craig to keep going, needed to feel himself being filled to the brim with his cock. Nothing made sense at that point, he just wanted to keep Craig going.
"Fuck," he whimpered, pushing back against the impetus movement with equally-matched vigor. He felt himself stretched to his limits, his body drawing Craig in like a siren song. His throat bobbed as he gulped under Craig's calloused hand. He gritted his teeth, his breathing hot and heavy as it rebounded off the wall into his face, soaking his skin in the midst of his abuse. He didn't know where it came from, didn't know why his body was betraying him, but he growled at the boy behind him, "That all you fuckin' got?!"
Craig never lost his rhythm as he looked at the redhead with a starved, maniacal gaze. "Keep down," he hissed, grabbing Kyle's wrists and tugging his arms back behind him, holding them taut as he thrust into him madly. Kyle screamed out, his head lolling in complete over-stimulation. Craig's cock was like a hot brand, marking him from the inside. His breaths began to fall out through his teeth in harsh, angry emanations. His arms were wrenched back so uncomfortably that he thought he was going to lose them both. But fuck he couldn't stop. What was happening to him?
Craig suddenly picked up more speed and Kyle couldn't control his shaking. It was too fast. It was just too rough. Fingers tightened into his delicate flesh, flowering bruises spreading along his frail wrists. His legs were quaking, his ass becoming brutally marked via over-eager hips. "Oh god," he whispered, feeling pained tears beading on curvaceous lashes. He wanted Craig to stop. He never wanted to let go of this feeling. He was so lost in his inner turmoil, he barely noticed as Craig let go of his wrists, letting him crash into the wall. A strong hand came down hard on his ass and he screeched in pain. Nails scratched against his sides, sharp enough to draw blood through minute markings.
"Beg for more," Craig demanded.
'No!' he thought before his mouth betrayed him, "Fuck me harder! Give me more, Craig!" His mouth gaped in a silent scream as his curls were ensnared, ripping at the roots, his body accommodating the unwelcome guest with gusto. Kyle vaguely noticed his own cock had gone nearly limp, his body racked with complete torment. He wanted to scream for the boy to stop, why couldn't he?!
"Gonna cum," Craig muttered with a harsh, hateful taste to his tone.
Kyle nearly sobbed in relief, his cheek slamming time and again into the wall. He clenched his muscles tightly around his cock like a vice, trying to force out Craig's finale. He reached back, placing a hand against Craig's heaving chest and gritting his teeth as he waited for the telltale signs of him losing it. He felt Craig's movements becoming jarred, his breathing nearly stopping. He needed it quicker. "Cum in my ass, Craig," he spat, pushing his unwilling hips back against him. "Fucking cum inside me!" He felt the words working their magic and turned to lock eyes with him, breathing out angrily, "Hoc animae pertinet ad dominum meum!" Craig continued his rhythm, Kyle feeling him releasing deep inside of him and shuddering. Craig's eyes began to glow a ghoulish grey and he pulled out of Kyle, shaking and staring at him with terrified eyes before slumping and falling onto the ground in a heap at the redhead's feet.
Kyle's body lurched with that strange burst of energy before all-too-familiar feelings replaced his carnal cravings. Complete terror, utter anxiety at what he'd done. Confusion, pain, everything that had become just another part of him the last two years, only stronger. Only with a hold over him that he couldn't seem to break away from. He tried moving off the wall before falling over into a crumpled pile, his body convulsing a bit with the influx of power that was seeping into his bones, wiring itself into his soul. He gasped, tears leaking down the sides of his cheeks. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't see. Something went terribly wrong. "Mas...ter..." he could barely work out. Was this it? Was he finally dying? Was he finally going to be free?
He felt a hand encircle his wrist and pull him up, a warm glow overpowering his broken body. Nothing seemed to make sense, he couldn't put together any semblance of what was happening to him. He began fading off, his head falling back in complete exhaustion in his holder's grasp. As he drifted away into a cotton-head filled stupor, his last thought couldn't help but be a prayer that this was the sweet release he so desperately wanted.
Day 239
He stared down at the floor tiredly. The puddle and pile that lied before him called his name, tempting him desperately to taste upon their succulence. Damien had left it there nearly six days beforehand after another two weeks of deprivation. His mouth watered, his stomach growled. But trying to sneak a piece of the bread four days earlier had resulted in a severe beating that left his right eye nearly swollen shut. Blank green eyes traced over the jolting outlines of his food. Damien had ordered him to keep staring at his accumulation after his last little bout of disobiedence. Staring at puddles for almost a week was definitely taking a toll on his nerves. He sighed, itching at the collar still fastened around his neck, wondering if he'd ever get to take it off.
"Being good, my pet?" that damn voice boomed through the room suddenly. Kyle took a deep breath, shutting his eyes and trying to control his anger. "Well?" it came again, the imperious force coming up beside him.
"Yes, Master," he forced out evenly. This game had been going on for far too long. He was ready to just get to another team already.
"Good boy," Damien praised, petting through his hair. Kyle just sighed again, opening his eyes again and staring at the food and water longingly. "What is it, Pup?" the demon smirked.
"May I please eat, Master?" he asked exhaustedly. He just wanted his fucking food and water. He wanted his basic human rights. Regardless of what species Damien was so adamant in calling him, he was still fucking human.
"Hm," Damien looked up thoughtfully. "What have you done to earn it?"
Kyle tensed and growled lowly, looking up at him with sparking eyes. "I've been very compliant with your fucking stupid-ass rules, Master," he seethed. "I've called you what you fucking want, I've been staring at these piles for fucking forever! Just let me fucking eat!" he demanded.
Damien snorted, rolling his eyes. "You know, doggies don't get to choose their schedules. They have to follow their owner's."
"What do you even do all day?" he frowned. "Just sit around watching me? Fucking get a life you piece of shit!" He realized his mistake with an expectant glare from glowing red eyes and gulped. "I-I...Master?" he tried finishing his sentence with a wince.
Damien smirked, "You're lucky I'm feeling so generous today, my pet. One more slip up of my title again and a blackened eye will be the least of your problems." Kyle just rolled his eyes and looked back at his piles with a grim face. "Now then," Damien continued, putting his hand down in Kyle's hair and rubbing his head. "It's time for another lesson. And afterwards, you may eat. How does that sound?"
"Just peachy, Master," he grumbled, feeling the claws gently scraping against his scalp and letting out a frustrated breath. God he wanted to grow claws like that. Grow them and slash open Damien's throat, watch him bleed out onto the damn stone floor that he was just so sick of.
He watched as Damien left his side, walking to the other side of his prison. The demon grinned as he leaned against the back wall and stared at him. "This is another very easy lesson, my pet. We're going to practice you coming to me as soon as you see me."
Kyle frowned, "Not easy to do when I'm chained all the time, Assclown." He froze in realization as Damien's eyes glowed and he felt himself being lifted and flying to the opposite side of the dungeon, slamming down into the stone. He cried out, holding his throbbing head and looking at Damien through pained panting.
"What do you say, Pup?" he asked dangerously low.
"S-sorry, Master," he tried to speak out angrily, but the pain reduced it to a soft whimper. He shuddered. It sounded so pathetic. It sounded like for a moment, he truly thought himself as less than the monster standing across the room from him. That was the absolute last idea he needed to pass through his head. He struggled to get himself onto the sides of his legs, watching the demon carefully. He had to play this safer. He kept walking too fine a line, kept getting himself hit and kicked and branded and whatever other mess Damien thought up for him. It's one thing to get attacked on Earth, but here...here he had no chance of fighting back. It was a harsh realization, but one that was a long time coming in his position.
"Now," Damien resumed his calm demeanor. He raised his hand and curled his finger at Kyle. "Come, Doggie." Kyle bristled, his temper beginning to rise. He felt the collar around his neck, the loss of control of his lower legs, saw the piles on the floor, and he shook with fury. A screech worked out between his teeth, biting so firmly on the inside of his lip that he was sure it'd leave a nice bump for the next week. "I said come," Damien commanded, beginning to lose his patience.
Kyle's face blossomed with fire and he sighed. He stared at the floor as he slowly, carefully began to crawl towards the demon. This was the most movement he'd had in months. It fucking hurt. His still-throbbing calves sang angrily against being used. The words on his hands, still in constant threat about being split open, were protesting the feeling of rock pressing beneath them. He felt humiliated tears welling in his eyes and quickly shook them away. Damien was getting enough out of him from this display, he didn't need to add the cherry. He realized with the movement just how much his back hurt, how much he was stiffened all over. He wondered vaguely just how bad he looked. He knew there were plenty of bruises all over his skin, plenty of small scars, not to mention Damien's words. He knew in particular there were teeth marks still etched into his side, burn marks on his hip and back. There was just too much to keep track of at this point. He wanted to block those out, wanted to forget everything. He sniffled quietly, continuing to fumble over across the room.
He finally made it to Damien and stopped in front of him, refusing to lift his head. "Good boy," he praised, twirling a curl around his finger. Kyle blankly stared at Damien's shoes, wondering how he got to this point; How he'd gotten so low that he'd much rather be humiliated beyond his wildest dreams than get hit again. That wasn't Kyle's style, it never had been. He had always fought for everything he believed in. What made this situation so fucking different? Just because there was more pain involved? His jaw dropped slightly as reality slowly began to sink in. Damien was training him, and he was doing it well.
Fuck no.
He looked up at the demon and found knowing garnet eyes gleaming at him deviously. "You're learning," he purred.
"I want to go home," he said firmly. "You've had your fun. Let. Me. Go."
He chuckled and shook his head, "You think with all your progress I'm just going to let you walk out of here, my little Kyle? No. No you're here for eternity, and I'm going to get you trained enough that you'll be jumping for joy every time you see me. Whenever the slightest inconvenience enters your line of sight, you'll call for me to save you. You're not going to think of anyone but me, my pet."
Kyle's face twisted in disgust and he growled. "No, I will not rely on you. I'm too strong for that."
Damien chuckled, bending down a tad with crossed arms and staring into determined acidic eyes. "Oh? Well look who's stuck on the floor crawling around like my filthy little animal."
"You fucking cut my legs," he spat. "I'd be running to fucking attack you if you hadn't been a fucking cheater!"
He quirked an amused brow, "Cheater, hm? I think not, my pet. It's not cheating if youmake the rules," he grinned.
Kyle tried beating down his imminent anger, remembering the pain he'd gone through. Remembering the piles of food on the floor. Remembering that he hadn't slept in God knew how long. "I want you...to reset the board," he managed to work out evenly.
"Oh you do?" he mocked.
"I want to have my body back," he demanded, reaching up and grabbing Damien's collar, tightening his fingers around it in a death grip. "I want to go home. I'll fucking find someone else on Earth for you to torture."
"Ah, someone you're not fond of, hm? Someone like Eric Cartman?"
Kyle frowned, "I'd rather spend ten fucking years locked in a room alone with Fatass than let you touch me again. He doesn't fight fair, but that doesn't matter. I can beat him."
He chuckled, "Admitting that you're going to lose this battle, Pup?"
He shook his head firmly. "Physically, I can't fucking beat you. But you will never have the control over me that you want so much. You're too weak."
He shook his head amusedly and sighed with a tinge of happiness that made Kyle squint in confusion. "Ah, I'm so happy for this, my pup," he said blissfully. "I knew from McCormick's tales that you were stubborn, but I never imagined after all this time you'd still be fighting so very desperately." He paused and an evil shadow pass over his beaming face. "But...do realize something, little Bulldog," he said plainly. "You are losing. Notice how you haven't insulted me. Notice how you're merely holding onto my shirt, not fighting. Notice how you haven't given me your trademark growl this entire conversation. You're losing yourself whether you see it or not..." he leaned down into Kyle's face and smirked victoriously. "And you're losing yourself to me."
The redhead blanched before his indignation blocked out the voice of reason trying so desperately to hold him back. He clenched his fist, sending it slamming into Damien's cheek. He screamed in pain, shaking out his hand. It was like punching a fucking cinderblock! He hissed, looking up to find Damien unfazed, but staring him down like his next meal. Kyle gulped, starting to back away slowly on his knees. "I wouldn't do that, Pup," he warned. "I would stay right where you are and take your punishment unless you want it to be even worse." Kyle froze, his jaw trembling. This was about to get bad, this was about to get so terrible for him, he could smell it hanging around him staunchly in the air. Damien walked over and cupped his chin looking at him thoughtfully. "Now," he started, tonguing over his lips. "You have two choices, my pup. Be thankful I'm giving you options," he added. "Do you promise to behave?" Kyle went rigid at the phrasing, but forced himself to nod. "Do you remember being poisoned?" he asked. "Answer fully."
"Yes, Master," he winced, recalling quite clearly the searing pain. The way that his throat tried to seize, made him struggle for air for months before clearing again. He remembered being completely helpless.
"Now," he grinned in a way that sent ice through Kyle's veins. "Either you relive that experience again...or you beg to suck my cock. Which will it be?"
Kyle's face dropped further, unable to comprehend his options, unable to understand how he of all people ended up in such a fucking disaster. "I-I..." he started hyperventilating, looking everywhere in his prison for an answer scribed on a wall or something of the sort. He couldn't do this. He couldn't choose between pain and...and that. Damien using him while he was paralyzed was one thing, playing an active role in the process could damn well kill him inside.
"Choose now, Pup," Damien commanded. "Or I will choose for you. And trust me, you'll wish that you'd gone for the simpler option."
He didn't like the sound of that. Damien didn't often go back on his promises. Kyle shut his eyes, shaking in his place. "I-I...I want...to-"
"No," Damien cut him off giddily. "Beg for it."
Frustrated breaths whisked through his teeth and he felt his face burning with furious hatred. "Please...I want-"
"With the proper title, Pup," he interrupted again, unable to control the coil of pure excitement bursting through him at Kyle becoming undone. He watched tears beading his mortified expression. He was on the brink.
"Please...Master..." he bit, his shoulders trembling out of his control. "I-I want...to...s-suck," he faltered, biting his lip. Two more words. Just two more. Maybe it'd just be a word 'lesson'. Maybe he wouldn't have to actually do it. He could only pray. "Your cock," he finished, beating down the ire so desperately rushing through his blood.
"Very good, my pet," Damien cooed, tangling his fingers through Kyle's hair and ripping him up on his knees. He grinned devilishly and Kyle's stomach sank. So much for that glimmer of hope. "And now, as a reward, you may get what you so desire," he taunted. "Get to it, Pup." He gestured to his jeans. Kyle blinked. He didn't know what to do. He'd never done this before.
He gulped, firmly reminding himself that it was either this or months worth of pain. Shakily, he reached forward, undoing Damien's jeans, watching in horror at the thick cock bursting out into his view. It looked bigger than he remembered. It fucking intimidated him of all things. He began to breathe out of control at the twitching skin in front of him, staring at it with wide, terrified eyes. "Please don't make me, Master," he whispered, trying to pull out any stops to get him out of this mess.
Damien pulled his face closer to the skin and chuckled. "You begged so beautifully for it, though," he purred. "And you know your choices. If you truly want me to render you helpless again, I shall. But I believe it'd be more beneficial for you to just use that pretty little mouth for me yourself, hm?" Kyle winced embarrassedly and gulped. He had a point. Either way, the beast in front of him was going to go into his mouth. Being able to move after the fact would probably be in his best interest, however. He sighed shakily, raising up higher on his knees and tonguing over his dried lips. He gulped, trying to moisten his mouth in his terrified state, unable to do so. Damien ripped his head back and placed his hand at his lips. Without his knowledge, Kyle's mouth parted on its own, recoiling a bit in shock at water flowing down into his throat. He tore his head back down and coughed, wiping the water off his chin and shaking. "Now you will have a simpler time, Pup," Damien said cheekily. "Aren't I a kind master?"
Kyle lowered his vision, nodding silently. He sighed, staring once again at the dick hanging in his face. Forcing down his oscillating nerves, he reached a frail hand up, grabbing along the hot skin. He bit his lip, leaning forward and dragging his tongue over the head of Damien's cock. He began tracing it all over, doing his damnedest to ignore the bitter, staunch taste all over his palate.
"Good doggie," Damien breathed, both hands curling in his hair. "Now that you have a taste, you have permission to enjoy it," he derided maliciously. Kyle sniffled, opening his jaw and taking him in a bit. He had no fucking idea what he was doing. He hadn't done this with anyone, hell, he hadn't even seen porn in God knew how long. He beat away his confusion, reminding himself dryly that he was a kinesthetic learner. He'd just have to figure it out and get it over with.
He suckled on Damien's head, slowly and carefully bobbing his head down the thick cock. He tried desperately to remember what the guys in his pornography romps did, starting to hollow his cheeks, his tongue fluidly surrounding the invasion. He tried taking Damien in further, stopped by his gag reflex only about halfway down the cock. He groaned as bile tried to rise from his throat and pushed it down. Puking on Damien's dick was definitely not going to earn him brownie points.
His groan of derision made Damien shudder, feeling it vibrate through his dick. "Good Pup," he whispered, fingers ensnared in Kyle's wild hair. Kyle took this as a sign to keep doing what he was doing, beginning to quicken his pace a bit. The faster he did this, the faster it'd be over with. Simple biology. That's all this was...at least that's what he'd keep telling himself. He pulled off for a moment to spit in his hand, ignoring Damien nearly protesting the loss of his mouth before retaking him, pumping on his base that he couldn't reach. Damien let out a throaty, happy moan and Kyle nearly sighed in relief. Happy Damien meant no beatings. No beatings meant sleep. Sleep meant he could fight once he got his strength back.
He tried to place himself mentally with someone else, someone who loved him, someone who'd take care of him in ways that didn't make him feel like a fucking house pet. Someone he'd imagined being with in this scenario countless times before. However, trying to push his mentality towards the boy he'd want it to be only made it worse. That boy wouldn't hurt him. That boy wouldn't force him to do anything that he didn't want to do. The demon currently thrusting into his mouth was a far cry from what he had been hoping for for so long.
Kyle's lips and tongue were going numb, his jaw beginning to cramp. How the hell did they make it look so easy on camera? He groaned again, feeling Damien tense from the sound. He briefly considered keeping up the noise to get it over with sooner, but felt as though that would tell Damien he was enjoying this moment. He wasn't nearly desperate enough to give him that idea.
"Such a good doggie," Damien laughed airily, staring down at the bobbing redhead with famished, glowing eyes. He couldn't help but relish in his victory, knowing that Kyle had to have come down to his last straw to agree to do this. His little pup was learning oh-so-well. Kyle jerked confusedly as Damien's rhythm became harder and a lot more sloppy. He whimpered as the cock shoved further into his throat, making him choke around the evading skin. It did nothing but heighten Damien's pleasure. "You're going to swallow your treat, do you understand?"
Kyle shuddered, just allowing him to use his mouth, trying to use his fist still pumping to prevent Damien from choking him further. After what seemed to be hours of the thick skin attacking his aching jaw, Kyle tried to conceal his disgusted whine at the first splash of warm, salty solution on his tongue. His mouth soon became flooded, Damien still pushing into him like it was the most natural thing in the world. He groaned, his fingers tangled so deeply in Kyle's curls the boy was almost positive he was going to have bald spots. The dick was suddenly ripped out of his mouth, a hand slapping overtop of his lips. "Swallow," Damien commanded. Kyle did so, nearly vomiting at the taste and texture of the cum working its way down his throat, the idea wasn't particularly appetizing either. "Good boy," Damien praised, grinning widely and removing his hand from his mouth. Kyle's scandalized face made him shudder with excitement, never knowing that an afterglow could be so much better than the event itself.
He tucked himself back into his jeans and waved dismissively. "You've made Master very happy. You may eat. Remember my rule."
He nodded silently, crawling over to his piles with a heavy, humiliated heart. He felt Damien's eyes tracing over him, watching his every move with a scrutinizing, lusting gaze. He sighed, just thankful it was over. Beyond thankful that it hadn't gone any farther. He paused a moment, flushing once more before bending down towards the floor under Damien's watchful stare, dragging his tongue through the water lying on stone.
A/N: Hurray for smut from both spectrums? The Damien scene actually wasn't planned...it just kinda happened. Anyone mad? Nah? Cool.
Cryle...I love Cryle. Like, I can't fucking understand why I only see it as rough sex though pfff. It's been like that since I first even heard of it. I just thought "YES THIS WILL BE HARD AND AWESOME" and it's just kinda stuck like that since /shrug. But hey, this is a goddamn Dyle story, which is as cracky as you can get. So I guess it's not that much of a surprise that I occasionally tend to veer pft.
Thanks for R&Ring!
