“Did I hurt you last night?” Daman asked, chiding.
“Y-yes!” Eko replied immediately.
The answer surprised Daman so much that for a moment he stopped everything, causing Eko to wonder if he’d said something truly wrong in answering truthfully. The silence spread for only a moment though before Daman suddenly burst out in a crisp masculine laugh that rumbled throughout the room.
“Well, I suppose that was an honest answer, but I don’t think I really hurt you. You fell asleep curled in my lap, content and dare I say happy?” He purred out, glancing up in time to see Eko’s cheeks flush a brilliant scarlet.
“N-no!” Eko lied, crying out the one word like a shield, as though it would protect him from the truth of what Daman spoke.
“Don’t start lying to me now, your earlier honesty was a refreshing treat. Most don’t have the courage to tell me that I hurt them. You seem to do nothing but tell me that I hurt you.” Daman growled out, chuckling deeply and shaking his head, though Eko couldn’t see it blindfolded as he was.
“Y-you h-hurt me.” Eko stammered
“And you liked it.” Daman countered.
“N-no!”
“Then why were you hard and throbbing with every spanking I gave you?” Daman purred out.
Eko squirmed at the question, uncomfortable because that was something he’d been uncertain about as well. Why had he been hard? Why had he needed his Master by the end of the evening as badly as he had? What twisted sort of soul was he?
“I… I don’t kn-now!” He finally cried out, whimpering softly.
Daman moved one hand up to fully engulf the length of Eko’s erection in his large palm, the young man moaned. “Because you liked it, Eko.” Daman said gently, finding his resistance to this truth more than adorable, but downright alluring.
“I… I… I don’t w-want t-to.” Eko whispered, his breath catching in his throat and making his words shudder out from between his lips unsteadily. “I’m s-scared.” He said a moment later, and Daman’s heart contorted in his chest in a manner that he was quite unaccustomed too.
“Don’t be. You’re safer with me than with any other master who could have purchased you, Eko.” Daman found himself comforting the younger man despite himself. He shouldn’t be comforting him. He should be enjoying the beautiful sounds of his terror, the scent of it, the taste of it on his tongue every time he tasted the boy.
“Y-you h-hurt me!” Eko argued, shaking his head in a manner that had his hair flying in all directions.
“Yes, and you like it.” Daman repeated, and then before the boy could deny it once more he dipped his head down and engulfed his cock in the hot confines of his mouth. Eko cried out immediately, his legs giving out beneath him so that the chains above him held his small form up.
Daman swirled his tongue around the thick head of Eko’s cock, slow lazy strokes, then drew him further into his mouth inch by painful inch while Eko made the sweetest sounds deep in the back of his throat. Fangs lightly grazed that sensitive part of him, but Eko didn’t care, it only heightened the pleasure he was experiencing. He was on fire, and despite himself he found that he was skyrocketing towards orgasm at an alarming rate.
Never had he felt anything like this in his life. Nothing could be sweeter then the pleasure coursing through him, bar the experience he’d had the night before when Daman had bitten him. He rocked his hips forward, sliding himself between his Masters lips, trying to urge him to go quicker, but Daman put his big hands on his hips and held him still while he slowly licked and laved him like a lollipop.
Lust burned like fire in Daman’s veins, he wanted this little creature more then he’d wanted anything in his long life. He closed his eyes, savoring the sweet taste of Eko on his lips, on his tongue, and he gave a low groan deep in his chest that sent vibrations slithering along the cock in his mouth.
Eko’s breathing came quick and harsh, he shook his head again, trying to force back the orgasm that was building, but it was all for naught because it was coming no matter what he had to say on the matter. Daman could sense it, he could feel the buildup, he knew that Eko was too inexperienced to have much control and though he was loathe to stop he wasn’t ready for him to gain his release just yet. At the very last possible moment he drew back and let that glistening cock go completely.
“NO!” Eko cried, his hips rocking forward into the air, his body trembling, his breath rushing out of him like little gusts of wind on a stormy night.
“No?” It took real effort to not sound as breathy as he felt, but somehow Daman managed it well enough. “Oh well, I thought to distract you from your continued denials that you didn’t enjoy the things I did to you, I suppose you have proven to me that you will not be swayed.” Daman sighed deeply, sounding rather sad about it.
It took Eko a moment to register what he was saying, Gods above what was he talking about? And then it hit him that they had been having a conversation before Daman had done whatever magic he’d just done to him. Wits scattered, Eko tried to get his legs to work beneath him so as to take the strain off of his arms, and when he managed it with wobbly grace he turned his head in the direction he thought his Master was in.
“N-no…” he said weakly, shaking his head, but for some reason his mind wasn’t putting anything more articulate together in his head.
“Aah, there is that dreadful word again.” Once more, Daman sighed deeply, sounding terrible by Eko’s standards, though in truth he was smiling at the flustered boy. “When you decide that you do indeed wish to learn from me, and can admit that you enjoy the pain I have thus far given you, call for me and I shall come.” Daman said, and to Eko’s horror he heard the sound of receding footsteps.
He couldn’t get his mind to work fast enough, he wanted him to stay but humiliation kept his mouth shut on the matter. He couldn’t articulate that he wanted him to continue whatever he had been doing a moment ago, but not hurt him, and something told him that his Master might laugh at that request anyhow.
Eko’s heart leapt in his breast when he heard the footsteps stop, pause for a moment, and he hoped and prayed that his Master would return to finish what he’d started.
Instead, Daman spoke again and Eko’s heart sank. “I’m leaving Angel to watch and care for you while I am gone. Simply speak that you wish my company and my attentions and it will be so, little bird.” And with that the door opened, footsteps sounded, and then the door closed silently leaving Eko to let out a little sob of frustration and humiliation.
The fact that some one else was in the room didn’t register in Eko’s mind, not until soft hands began to stroke over his chest, causing him to still. Angel, his master had called her, was she allowed to touch him? Certainly not. He turned his head to the direction he heard soft breathing as those hands trailed silently to each of his aching nipples, tugging on the clamps and causing him to cry out softly, trembling and sobbing once more.